The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Lord Doom]

"Well, last I heard, Ted was in Metropolis, I think, that or Gotham, doing his normal boxing routine. Dinah Drake got married that detective on Gotham. She has a kid now too. I'm not sure what happened to Dinah, all I know is the kid has a detective agency of her own. Hawkman and Hawkgirl are god knows where, the Thunderbolt's gone missing, the Spectre's disappeared, Rex Tyler's retired, and Terrific's got himself a grandson who's taken on the family business. Or so I've heard."

"Jesus, has it been THAT long? I'll be lucky to find HALF the JS. Any particular place you have in mind for the reunion?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The Atom slowly begins to stir.

WOAH didn't mean to sleep that late...time for me to move on. Feel more rested and ready to go again.

She floats out the door and into the subway station.

Okay now here's the $64,000 dollar question...where am I and how long have I been asleep.

Just then a voice comes blaring over the, "YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE TRAIN 51 TO..."

"AHHHHH!," she screams

The Atom falls from the sky into a trash can.

I don't know what's worse falling into the trash can or feeling like my eardrums just got blasted out. However I do know that I am on the west end of Gotham...well time to move on.

She floats skyward and out of the station.

If I don't need therapy after all of this is over I will consider it a miracle.

 

[batnkevlar]

"Jesus, has it been THAT long? I'll be lucky to find HALF the JS. Any particular place you have in mind for the reunion?"

"Any particular place I have for the reunion? It was your idea, but I'm thinking the All-Star Bar. Many great times there. What do you think?"

 

[Lord Doom]

"Any particular place I have for the reunion? It was your idea, but I'm thinking the All-Star Bar. Many great times there. What do you think?"

"Geez, that place is still standing? You'd thought the termites woulda taken it down a while back. Sounds great, and thanks, Jay! Say, how much do I owe you for the..."

Motions toward the mess made by Dickles.

 

[batnkevlar]

"Geez, that place is still standing? You'd thought the termites woulda taken it down a while back. Sounds great, and thanks, Jay! Say, how much do I owe you for the..."

Motions toward the mess made by Dickles.

"Just clean it up with your newfangled powers. Those weren't worth much anyways."

 

[Lord Doom]

"Will do."

Alan points his finger at the mess, and green bubles surround the many objects, setting them back in their proper places. Dickles looks at Jay and smiles stupidly.

"Sorry about that."

 

[trustyside-kick]

My ribs nearly cave in, as I drop to the floor in a heave. Lungs were impacted... I can't breathe, for a moment. He's that strong. And that fierce, given his state of mind. But as I look up, regaining my own health becomes a secondary objective. Hagen's lost it. If that thing even is Hagen, anymore...

With a roll, I produce two batarangs, and throw them at his arms. A distraction at best, considering I know from his attack towards myself that his arms have been reduced to the residue that's covering him. Or overtaken him. It's hard to tell. But whatever's happened to him isn't the issue. It's whats about to happen to Thorne...

I reach into my belt and jam my hand in a pouch, unsheathing a bola. Taking it out and swinging it above my head a few times, I grab one end of the cord as I throw, as it wraps around his midsection. The cable's steel. Hopefully that can hold him.

"Let him go, Hagen!", I yell, pulling the cord even harder. "Drop him! NOW!"

The more I pull, the more the cable slips. It only sinks into Hagen's body. My eyes widen as I eventually pull my own cord back from within him. Damn it. This is getting nowhere.

I look up, as Hagen goes on for the attack. A swipe of one of his enlarged arms. I leap above it, and spread my cape, attempting a kick upon landing. It only sinks through. Brutality isn't going to work against him.

Alright, Bruce. Analyze the residue. Study it. Remember it. Eyeball it, before Hagen takes Thorne and you with him...

I grab at Hagen's shoulder, ripping loose a piece of it, before grabbing my grapnel from my belt. Looking back, I fire it at the nearest wall, and press the reel button. It forces me out of Hagen just before I can get sunk in.

I land, looking down at the residue. It's soft. Mud-like, but harder. Almost as if a cream, but denser. I'll be lucky if this is even something known to man. But my thoughts are interrupted as I feel something hit me in the back, and wrap around me. It's him. Damn it, I stalled too long.

"This is pointless!", I yell, struggling as my arms are bound. "Killing him isn't going to cure you!"

What's happened to him is the true question, here. And Thorne's involvement... There's too much to focus on. But first, the focus is to keep both myself and perhaps the worst thing that's happening to Gotham right now alive.

OOC: To not confuse, my posts starts off in the present but goes back and forth between the past and present. I think it should be easy to tell when it goes back and forth; at least I hope so.
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Clayface- 'Last Chance'
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Matt's clay-like arms continue to grab hold of Batman and tighten as he reels him closer and closer to Matt's face.

"Cure me? You think that's what this is about?"

Matt begins to chuckle, and his arms fly foward, still holding Batman, colliding against a file cabinet. Still having Batman well in his grip, Matt begins to slowly pull his arms back once again, with Batman slowly being reeled back.

"I found my second chance, Batman; my last chance! And then, HIM!"

"You want us to what, Matt?"

"You heard me. DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME!"

Matt's fist enlarges and becomes hard like a rock and he slaps one of the thugs across the face.

"B-But, Mr.Thorne said--"

"--That I'm in charge of you goons til my debt is paid off. Now, are you going to listen or not?"

One of the other thugs walks up, speaking out like a moron.

"Hey! Yous may be smart, Matt, but I for one KNOW Mr.Thorne didn't say nothing about no office building."

*SHHINK*

The thugs head rolls off of his body and his body follows to the ground as it collapses. Matt's hand reverts back to him as the axe changes back to his hand.

"Any other wise-guys?"

Matt throws his hands up and Batman collides with the ceiling above. After contact, rubble begins to fall from the ceiling and Batman falls to the ground; Matt makes no hesitation as he quickly grabs Batman once again as he tries to escape.

"I'm starting to get used to this 'gift' of mine...if you could call it a gift, Batman. You see, I can control it; and pretty damn well, too."

From Matt's chest, a pointy object, like slime, begins to slowly pour out. However, as more and more of it pops out, it hardens and a metal axe forms. Batman hangs defenseless by Matt's grip as he holds him up with his two hands, the axe approaching a mere 2 feet from Batman's throat.

"Killing you may have not been on par with my plans, Batman. But the way I see it...getting rid of you in the process will be one of my greatest performances of all!"

A chair hits Matt on the side, and he splashes against the wall like mud. Batman falls to the ground, and no longer worried face from Rupert Thorne makes an appearance, looking at the chair he just threw.

"That'll teach you to try to take me down, Hagen! You think you can just...can just..."

As Thorne fails to finish his sentence, he sees the mud particles shake and move. They all begin to slide around the floor, meeting at one place and the clay and mud begin to act even more alive, sprouting up in a shape of a being; Matt. As Thorne continues to watch in fear, Matt forms two hammers with his hands.

"You ain't getting rid of Clayface that easily, Thorne!"

It's a dark night in Gotham, like any other night really. With all the havoc and chaos that reeks in Gotham, no night is more special than any other; no matter the crime. And tonight, an evil, cold, disgusting crime is about to take place.

As 3 of Thorne's men, wearing gas masks walk behind their new leader, Matt, 2 of them lessen their pace and talk to eachother.

"I'm not so sure about this, Benny. You sure Thorne gave him the okay?"

"Does it matter, Don? You wanna end up like Fred? Do you? ****. I sure as hell don't."

"But this is wrong! An all new low! I mean, lower than low."

"Will you for one second just stop crying like a little girl and do your job? It's what we do."

Matt kicks open the fire-escape stairs' door and smoke grenades are chucked over his shoulder, curtesy of his 3 thugs. The receptionist at the front desk panics, and a few seconds later, the echo of the office alarm is all that can be heard until Matt rips the desk from the ground, and throws it at the wall, shattering it into rubble.

The receptionist looks up in horror, as Matt's true form is shown; this mud-like clay monster, towering a good amount of feet to where he can bearly fit in the hall. As tears run down her face, Matt's form changes however. He changes to a much more human form, and the receptionist becomes gazed with horror.

"Remember me, dollface? Well, you will whether you want to or not. Yea, you saw me in movies before. The name's Matt Hagen."

Matt scans her up and down, and sighs in response.

"Too bad it had to come down to this. Sorry toots, I know it isn't your fault working in Dr. Erickson's office, but...you were working for the wrong doctor at the wrong time."

The last sound of the receptionist are the sounds of her cries of pain as Matt grabs her, crushing her like a rattle snake with his massive strength as he shapeshifts into his former clay-like monster form.

Thorne's 3 goons all act like they are about to throw-up when Matt turns around, dropping the receptionist. He points at the tanks of gasoline in their hands.

"Pour it. All of it. Meet me downstairs when you're done. I want to watch it as the place burns down from the outside."

 

[Kaboom]

Joshua Blood was not one for theatrics, but he found himself standing outside at Gotham's wharf at the appointed time, waiting for his visitor. at the appoined time, a ship seemed to materialize from the fog that had just rolled in.

then the man I was waiting for disembarked.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

"Sonny boy? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Jack dodges most of the Joker's acid, but some lands on his forearm and smokes starts to rise from his yellow arm.

"Oww. That hurt, dammit!......but it was funny, hehehehehehe. Sometimes the old gags work the best. See I'm into that too, like prat falls."

Jack suddenly leaps at Joker and causes him to fall to the ground, just like that. The Creeper is on him with his surprisingly minty breath in his face.

"Let me ask you this..........You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

The Atom hears a fracas and her curiousity gets the better of her.

Oh I got to see what's going on...who knows maybe I can finally get some serious super-hero action going on here.

She floats over and sees the Creeper with the Joker.

HOLY COW! The Joker! I've heard enough about him to know he is one of the nastiest psychos who ever drew a breath. The guy makes Hannibal Lector look like Mister Rogers. And the yellow guy....well he's fighting the Joker so I guess he must be all-right...I hope.

The Atom floats over to the Creeper.

Hovering next to him she asks, "Hey is this a boys club only? Or do you guys believe in going co-ed with your little disagreement? Just so you know the Joker has you beat on showmanship,because of reputation, but I think you should clobber him in the fashion catagory."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

double post...D'OH!

 

[Kaboom]

"You seem to know an awful lot about me."
"well I like to keep track of my family's heirlooms," the mysterious visitor replied. "And it seems you have recently come into contact with one of them."
"The black diamond...but how could you know?"
"I know a great many things Joshua. Immortals tend to accumulate that kind of knowledge."
"Immortal, thats im possible."
"Is it? Is it really? If any man should know about living forever, it would be you....but I digress. The diamond houses part of the soul of an ancient demon. If the demon is released, t will cause grea destruction to Gotham and ultimately the world. it mus be returned to my family's posession... I expect you to be here by tomorrow, midnight with the diamond."

Then like the ship from whence he camed, the man soon disappeared into the ether.
I dont trust him, one of my ancestors said.

 

[Apprentice]

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Bill did not like confrontation unless necessary. Would now be one of those times he thought.

"With the possibility of such great destruction? By no means think that I won't take note, I WILL be watching."

J'onn allowed his natural form to be lost, his human imitation returning. As his skin paled to a light pink, and his Martian armour reverted to a long brown trenchcoat, he turned away, phasing a limb through the roof hatch. He turned as he did so, casting one last glance at Batson. "Watch as you will, Mr Batson. Perhaps one day, you will see sense." With that, he was gone.

 

[Venom160]

Edited for now........

 

[Batman]

IC:

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"Sonny boy? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Jack dodges most of the Joker's acid, but some lands on his forearm and smokes starts to rise from his yellow arm.

"Oww. That hurt, dammit!......but it was funny, hehehehehehe. Sometimes the old gags work the best. See I'm into that too, like prat falls."

Jack suddenly leaps at Joker and causes him to fall to the ground, just like that. The Creeper is on him with his surprisingly minty breath in his face.
"Let me ask you this..........You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

Oh, now he's pushing it.

Taking the weapon in his hands, The Joker wastes little time in leaping to his feet, and pistol-whipping yellow boy across the face.

"Oh, but I have. Lovely time, that was.", The Joker states, pointing the gun downwards as The Creeper falls over from the attack. His grin grows wider, beneath his mask, as he finally places his finger on the trigger. "Be sure to give him my regards. I do hate one-night stands. HAHAHAHA!"

The Atom hears a fracas and her curiousity gets the better of her.

Oh I got to see what's going on...who knows maybe I can finally get some serious super-hero action going on here.

She floats over and sees the Creeper with the Joker.

HOLY COW! The Joker! I've heard enough about him to know he is one of the nastiest psychos who ever drew a breath. The guy makes Hannibal Lector look like Mister Rogers. And the yellow guy....well he's fighting the Joker so I guess he must be all-right...I hope.

The Atom floats over to the Creeper.

Hovering next to him she asks, "Hey is this a boys club only? Or do you guys believe in going co-ed with your little disagreement? Just so you know the Joker has you beat on showmanship,because of reputation, but I think you should clobber him in the fashion catagory."

The Joker blinks, once, viewing the rather curvy newcomer. And just when the act was getting dull.

"What is it with good ole' Gotham and vigilantes? This town is starting to like less like a city and more like a circus!", The Joker continues, taking out a second gun, and pointing it towards hopefully his newest (and hottest) victim yet.

"But enough about that. Time for my favorite way to go out on a show. With a two-fer!"

 

[Byrd Man]

The Atom hears a fracas and her curiousity gets the better of her.

Oh I got to see what's going on...who knows maybe I can finally get some serious super-hero action going on here.

She floats over and sees the Creeper with the Joker.

HOLY COW! The Joker! I've heard enough about him to know he is one of the nastiest psychos who ever drew a breath. The guy makes Hannibal Lector look like Mister Rogers. And the yellow guy....well he's fighting the Joker so I guess he must be all-right...I hope.

The Atom floats over to the Creeper.

Hovering next to him she asks, "Hey is this a boys club only? Or do you guys believe in going co-ed with your little disagreement? Just so you know the Joker has you beat on showmanship,because of reputation, but I think you should clobber him in the fashion catagory."

Creeper lets a whislte escape his lips.

"Well hello, babe. You're not really my type, but I wouldn't kick you outta bed for biting me."

IC:

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Oh, now he's pushing it.

Taking the weapon in his hands, The Joker wastes little time in leaping to his feet, and pistol-whipping yellow boy across the face.

"Oh, but I have. Lovely time, that was.", The Joker states, pointing the gun downwards as The Creeper falls over from the attack. His grin grows wider, beneath his mask, as he finally places his finger on the trigger. "Be sure to give him my regards. I do hate one-night stands. HAHAHAHA!"



The Joker blinks, once, viewing the rather curvy newcomer. And just when the act was getting dull.

"What is it with good ole' Gotham and vigilantes? This town is starting to like less like a city and more like a circus!", The Joker continues, taking out a second gun, and pointing it towards hopefully his newest (and hottest) victim yet.

"But enough about that. Time for my favorite way to go out on a show. With a two-fer!"

"Woah, woah, woah there. Cmon, silly clown man. This is the first battle against a superhero. This is your test of merit as a villian, neigh. A supervillan who will not only bring fear to the innocent, but warp the minds of superheroes. Wether it be killing their sidekicks or applying nipples to their costumes. Let's see what you can do."

In a flash, Creeper dissapears and reapears in the dress of a boxing referee.

"Alright, Gentleman and lady. I want a clean fight. None of this."
He takes his fingers and rams them into the Joker's eyes.
"None of this."
He slaps Joker upside the head and elbows him in the stomach.
"And certainly none of this."
With a final blow, he lands a swift foot directly into Joker's testicales. Causing him to drop his guns.

"Alright, when you hear the bell. Come out swinging....DING!"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Creeper lets a whislte escape his lips.

"Well hello, babe. You're not really my type, but I wouldn't kick you outta bed for biting me."




"Woah, woah, woah there. Cmon, silly clown man. This is the first battle against a superhero. This is your test of merit as a villian, neigh. A supervillan who will not only bring fear to the innocent, but warp the minds of superheroes. Wether it be killing their sidekicks or applying nipples to their costumes. Let's see what you can do."

In a flash, Creeper dissapears and reapears in the dress of a boxing referee.

"Alright, Gentleman and lady. I want a clean fight. None of this."
He takes his fingers and rams them into the Joker's eyes.
"None of this."
He slaps Joker upside the head and elbows him in the stomach.
"And certainly none of this."
With a final blow, he lands a swift foot directly into Joker's testicales. Causing him to drop his guns.

"Alright, when you hear the bell. Come out swinging....DING!"

My name is Dr. Rihannon Palmer otherwise known as The Atom...this evening I have stopped a mugging, bank robbery & slugged a rat...now I am in the middle of a fight between two guys who are something straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Yep it's official....I am so going to love this gig!

She stares at the Creeper for a moment and smirks. Then says, "No offense but at my size I bet you would squash me and that is not the kind of stain I like to leave in a bed."

WOAH! Did I just say that??? WOW! Wearing a costume...I can really let my inhibitions just go wild!

The Atom hovers over to the doubled over Joker and shifts her weight causing her to plumet right into the center of the Joker's back.

As the Joker lays flat on the ground The Atom hovers next to the Joker and says, "I wouldn't talk about someone looking like they belong in a circus. I mean have you looked in a mirror lately?"

 

[The Question]

"Good. With my PR team, we can spin a better view of you to the press. Maybe a press coverage in a few days?"

"...thanks, but no thanks. I like to keep my privacy. And I find that I work best when people don't know much about me. If that's alright."

 

[batnkevlar]

"...thanks, but no thanks. I like to keep my privacy. And I find that I work best when people don't know much about me. If that's alright."

"No problem," I say, reaching into my jacket. I pull out a transmitter, the size of a button. "Take this transmitter. That way I'll be able to contact you if I need you, and vice versa. I take it you can remember you're way out? Haha, super-memory, or something or another."

 

[guitarsingerguy]

Kyle has been enjoying a period of down time. His life as Ion has been relatively uneventful for the past several weeks. He has learned as much as he can about his new surroundings, and becomes more and more comfortable with his position......until today.

"Ion, this is Ganthet. A matter of great urgency has come to our attention."

"Go ahead Ganthet. I'm listening."

"The fifth dimension is on the brink of war, and as our mediator, you are responsible for peacefully settling this matter."

"I'll leave at once Ganthet."

"There is something you must know first Ion. The beings in the fifth dimension are so powerful that your gifts as Ion will be no more beneficial then a knife would be in a gun fight. Now, the true test of your skill begins."

 

[Kaboom]

When I joshua Blood returnd to the Shoppe to collect the black diamond I had "borrowed" from Mr. Wayne's private collection I came to a startling discovery.

It was no longer there.

"Not good," one of my ancestors said.

"You think I don't know that?"

"Better find it."

"I think I will."

"You better....it houses the soul of our brother."

"I'm an only child," I say.

"I should have been more clear. Our other's brother."

"Wait you mean...."

"Yes the Demon has brother. Centuries ago he was imprisoned in that diamond. If he is awoken..."

"I'll have to use the incantation."

"ANd we all know how you would to do that."

"So tell me about our brother.."

"Well to start...his name...is....Eclipso."

 

[Batman]

Matt's clay-like arms continue to grab hold of Batman and tighten as he reels him closer and closer to Matt's face.

"Cure me? You think that's what this is about?"

Matt begins to chuckle, and his arms fly foward, still holding Batman, colliding against a file cabinet. Still having Batman well in his grip, Matt begins to slowly pull his arms back once again, with Batman slowly being reeled back.

"I found my second chance, Batman; my last chance! And then, HIM!"

Matt[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE] throws his hands up and Batman collides with the ceiling above. After contact, rubble begins to fall from the ceiling and Batman falls to the ground; Matt makes no hesitation as he quickly grabs Batman once again as he tries to escape.

"I'm starting to get used to this 'gift' of mine...if you could call it a gift, Batman. You see, I can control it; and pretty damn well, too."

From Matt's chest, a pointy object, like slime, begins to slowly pour out. However, as more and more of it pops out, it hardens and a metal axe forms. Batman hangs defenseless by Matt's grip as he holds him up with his two hands, the axe approaching a mere 2 feet from Batman's throat.

"Killing you may have not been on par with my plans, Batman. But the way I see it...getting rid of you in the process will be one of my greatest performances of all!"

A chair hits Matt on the side, and he splashes against the wall like mud. Batman falls to the ground, and no longer worried face from Rupert Thorne makes an appearance, looking at the chair he just threw.

"That'll teach you to try to take me down, Hagen! You think you can just...can just..."

As Thorne fails to finish his sentence, he sees the mud particles shake and move. They all begin to slide around the floor, meeting at one place and the clay and mud begin to act even more alive, sprouting up in a shape of a being; Matt. As Thorne continues to watch in fear, Matt forms two hammers with his hands.

"You ain't getting rid of Clayface that easily, Thorne!"

Larnyx was nearly crushed. Can barely breathe. Ribs and spine may have suffered slight trauma from both impacts. Doesn't matter. I'm not dead enough to stay out of this just yet. Not while I'm still able to think with rationality. Which, more or less, may be my only advantage against Hagen in his current state.

Direct attacks aren't working... His entire physicality has been reduced to some kind of thick residue. Reasoning isn't working either... Hagen's mental state has suffered due to his circumstance. I'm running out of options faster than Thorne has time to stay alive.

Reaching into my belt as Hagen becomes distracted, I take out three Batarangs, and aim for the ceiling. He may have the advantage of physical prowess and overall stamina... but what he doesn't have is my specialty. The element of surprise.

I throw the three Batarangs, nearly falling over as I do. Lucky the armor's holding out... This could be much worse. The overhead lights shatter and go out, as planned, leaving the room in pitch black darkness. I quickly tap the side of my cowl, switching the lenses from standard to night vision. Hagen looks around, as Thorne cowers in fear.

Damn it. I may have distracted Hagen, but that'll last for seconds, at best. I need to think up a follow up tactic, and fast. Before Hagen gets smart and realises that I'm relatively unprepared.

Getting to my feet, I drape my cape over the visible half of my face, and make my way across the room. Have to think. Hagen mentioned the name Clayface. While it's hard to actually determine the true residue he's been conformed to, the assumption of clay does leave me with a couple of options.

From my observations of his attacks, Clayface's abilities can only be used when Hagen shifts his DNA. The fact that he's able to do that in itself already tells me how he's able to control it. It's probably how he's even able to keep himself together. So if I restrict that ability by encasing him within a solid element, I can put a stop to his attacks. And the most obvious, at this point, is freezing. But since that's out of the question, I'll have to work with the alternative I've just spotted.

Taking out a micro-explosive from my belt, I quickly place it onto the nearby water pipes and activate it. It beeps, catching Hagen's attention. But in a few seconds, that won't matter either.

"Come and get me.", I growl, provoking him.

He turns, and charges, his 'hammers' at the ready. I place my fingertips on a button placed atop my beltstrap, and wait a few moments, letting him get close.

Almost there.

Now.

I leap, sideways, simultaneously pressing the button. The pipe explodes. Water comes rushing from it, straight at Hagen. I don't waste the time to make sure if he's affected or not. I leap over to Thorne, grabbing him by the jacket as I kick a nearby window apart with my boot.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Saving your life, you ungrateful vermin.", I respond, before pulling on his jacket and throwing him above my head, out the window.

Below us is Thorne's garden. He'll have a safe enough landing. I turn around, slipping two more Batarangs out of my belt as I block the broken window.

"You want him, you'll go through me. No more games."

 

[Spike_x1]

IC: Peter Silverstone

"What the hell, Sam?!" Peter slapped down a newspaper on the top of his boss, Samuel Tanner's desk. "In the fifteen years I've known you, you've never bulls**tted your way into the news as badly as this!"

Tanner merely frowned and slowly shook his head, rereading the headlines of the paper in front of him for the umpteenth time that morning.

BLACKROCK!
CRUSADING HERO FOR UNITED BROADCASTING!​

Underneath the text was large photograph that was obviously taken when Peter had landed the space shuttle some weeks before. It was actually a really good picture, too. 'Too bad the damn words are so corney,' thought Silverstone.

"Peter," started Sam, "you, more than anyone, know how deep in debt this company is. I hate to say it, but this is our last chance to get United back on its feet. Have you seen how many papers the Daily Planet has been selling with that Super-Nazi as its posterboy?" Sweat was beading over Tanner's forehead, and he turned to look out his office window and wipe away the perspiration.

"Superman," Peter corrected under his breath.

"Blackrock is our chance at that kind of recognition, Pete!" He obviously didn't relish stooping this low to make headlines, but then again, whatever makes a buck. When Sam Tanner turned back to his old friend, all he saw was the door of his office swinging closed as Peter Silverstone stormed back to his office to type up his resignation.

Two Weeks. Doctor Peter Silverstone, Ph.D, had given his two weeks notice and had begun looking into other career opportunities. Infuriated by Samuel Tanner's utter disregard for proper newsmanship, Peter had taken the rest of the day off once his resignation was complete.

'It's not as if we're going to starve or anything. Delilah and I have plenty of money saved up, and I could probably get a pretty decent job working for LexCom or WayneTech easily enough,' Silverstone thought to himself as he drove into his driveway. 'Plus, I don't exactly have to worry about being bored in between jobs.' He smirked to himself at the thought of making more headlines as Metropolis' newest costumed hero.

Peter looked across the garage as he parked his car and got out. Delilah's van was gone. "It's the middle of the afternoon. She's probably out getting groceries or something."

Delilah ran her own business from their home, so her being gone during the day was a tad surprising, but not entirely uncommon. She did make frequent visits to her friends' homes, and made no attempt to break the feminine stereotype of shopping more than necessary. 'Still,' thought Peter, 'it would've been nice for her to be here to talk to.'

Feeling restless and wanting to vent his frustrations, Peter grit his teeth a bit, hung his coat on the hanger in the porch, and made his way to his study. He closed the door and dropped his briefcase carelessly on the floor. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Peter swore quietly and unlocked the cabinet containing his suit.

After pulling the green and purple shirt over his muscles and draping the cape over his shoulders, Peter took a moment to just stare into the empty eyes of the mask. "I think it's time we told Delilah." As if responding to an unheard question coming from the dark purple cowl in his hands, Blackrock said, "about everything."

 

[Kaboom]

The black diamond was gone, and my earthly eyes could not percieve of any clue that would reveal its whereabouts...so I placed my hand on the counter, and uttered an incantation.

"Ante temporum." Most people perceive time as a line, but its not. Its like a stream, that ebbs and flows, and if you find yourself the right boat, you can percieve events both past and future as they occurred. Being able to travel to those points required knowledge of magic, even I did not posess. For now, though, the ability to observe the past, was all I required.

He seemed to be a young man, who enetered my shop. Tall and skinny, with dark hair and a soul patch, he wore an mechanics shirt. His eye caught the diamond which I had carelessly left on the counter. Realizing nobody was around, he placed it in his pocket and left. I could not percieve of him any more after he left my shop, for he was no longer linked to the counter, which was acting as my boat. To find him, I would need more tried-and true detection techniques. My only clue was his mechanic shirt and the name that was embroidered on the front.

Montes

 

[Cyrusbales]

JOHN CONSTANTINE

The cold air of the streets bites into me like the slobbering mouths of pitbulls, with saliva as rain droplets, sinking their chill into my face.

Breathing the thick smoke of a ciggy deep into my lungs, the brief sensation of warmth keeps me going. This last few days had been like something out of a crappy Hammer horror flick, all the crazy freaks had been creeping out the woodwork.

The pavement under my feet is starting to edge upwards, how come you always gotta go up hills, never down? Stopping halfway I let out a little a few exhausted breathes.

I’ve performed three exorcisms in as many days, ripping demons out of the old and the young. Don’t know why I bother, after having something like that inside you, twisting your mind, plaguing your thoughts with all the images of hell and torture. I’ve seen their contorted little faces, aint no-one gonna be the same after that.

But this, this was different. Something was coming, hell, maybe it was already here, either way aint been able to find another magician about for a week. They know something, and I’ve been out the loop, wouldn’t be surprised if they’d kept me in the dark to spite me.

Wait, that’s it. The penny drops, the big problem rears it‘s ugly head…... I’ve got one *** left and no money on me. Now I REALLY need a bloody miracle.

 

[Batman]

IC:

The Atom hovers over to the doubled over Joker and shifts her weight causing her to plumet right into the center of the Joker's back.

As the Joker lays flat on the ground The Atom hovers next to the Joker and says, "I wouldn't talk about someone looking like they belong in a circus. I mean have you looked in a mirror lately?"

The Joker felt pain surge throughout his body. This wasn't apart of the script. And if there was one thing he hated, it was improvision. Unless he did it, of course. He looked up at the masked woman that seemed to be able to shift her size at will. What was the world really coming to? With Bats, Canaries, Lemon Skinned Looney Tunes, and... well, Tinkerbell here, The Joker feared he'd be the last sane man on Earth.

No. Wait. He didn't. He loved the idea!

"Why my dear, I indeed have. And let me just say, it was quite the shocking experience..."

Diving forward across the ground, The Joker grabbed one of The Atom's legs, and squeezed hard. In moments, a violent current of electricity shot through her body, sending her off her feet from the force. The Joker then reeled his hand, looking at the joy-buzzer connected to his glove's palm.

"Can't beat the classics! HAHAHAHA!"

Pausing mid-laugh, The Joker stood, and looked back at Lemonhead. Without a second thought, he immediately leaped onto The Creeper, and grabbed his cane that was sitting on the floor next to them.

"Now, Jacko..."

Unsheathing the cane to where the hidden sword's blade encased inside was visible, The Joker immediatley held it against The Creeper's neck.

"Let's see if you bleed yellow, too!"