The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Spike_x1]

I can do this. Ignore the weight. Ignore the size. Ignore the muscles screaming in protest. Shut it all out and just pray that this thing doesn't fall apart under its own weight and mass.

On both the inside and outside of Brainiac's massive vessel, the alien equivalent of bolts that were once binding pieces of the ship together were now snapping, one by one, and rocketing from their holes like bullets, from the strain being put on them -- the strain originating from a man dressed in the blue royal uniform of a long-dead civilization. A man with his fingers and hands digging deep into the apex of the dome making up the upper half of the ship, and lifting it, fighting the laws of gravity. A Super Man.

Clark didn't even need superhearing to catch the sound of the wormhole inside the ship as it continued to lose stability and warp the inner structure around it. At random spots on the outside, parts of the ship could be seen caving in as they succumbed to the wormhole's pull.

Passed the sound of Superman's roars of effort, his mind was a hopeful calm, Batman's not going to be able to wait any longer. He gazed down at the great city of Metropolis far below, its tallest skyscrapers like small toy blocks at his feet.

"Please let this be far enough."

 

[Batman]

Every possible outcome of the situation at hand flashes through my mind in a space of seconds. Few of them end the way I want it to. It's only then, in that small moment of doubt, I consider telling Superman that there's nothing either of us can do to stop the ship from destroying the city. But ...I can't. Because as hopeless as our chances seem, giving up on them would mean letting Brainiac win. And that is a possibility I will never be able to live with, even if this isn't Gotham, and isn't my priority.

So I bite my tongue, and let him fly out anyway, as Wonder Woman grasps my arm, and pulls me back, pushing me to join her and our newfound allies in escape. One of them says something to us... I don't listen. I simply tell myself that we're not making a mistake, and that Metropolis will survive the morning. That's all I can do, until Superman completes the task at hand...

I leap out of the ship, and spread my cape, catching the wind. The others can obviously fly, from what I've seen, but I don't bother to ask for their help. My mind lies elsewhere... in my city. Imagining what kind of chaos I'm going to come back to, once all of this is over. The fear instilled in the population, by this rather bizairre set of circumstances. The criminal element alone is sure to riot... I know how their mind works, unfortunately. I can only hope Lieutenant Gordon, Dinah Lance, and The Atom are able to keep the situation contained long enough for my return. And that hope, above all, is what tells me that I cannot accept failure here. Gotham needs me... and I won't fail her now.

I land on the Daily Planet's globe, and slide off, catching myself on one of the engravements on it's side. Swinging upwards, I leap into the air, and land on it's roof, just below. By the time I've regained my footing, the others have joined me, and none of us say a word. We're too focused on the spectacle above, as our eyes join eachother's gaze, looking up to the sky. As if we were gazing at a majestic bird, or captivating plane... not a Superman. Not the only man that can save us, now.

My hand resists my next action. But in time, it find's it's way to my belt, and the detonator. Superman's lifted the ship as high as he possibly can, judging from his actions. Whether it's enough, I'm not sure. But it will have to do. Sweat beads down my forehead, under my cowl, as I grit my teeth, placing my thumb on the correct button. This is it. If I wait any longer, the wormhole and the ship itself will gain a chance to demolish the city. I have to blow it now. God help me if I'm wrong.

I press the button, close my eyes, and lower my head. Were I any other man, I'd probably tell the others to seek prayer. I can only hope they have the common sense to force themselves into doing it anyway. Because for the first, and hopefully last time, since my parents died... so am I.

 

[Andy C.]

(IC: )

The ship erupts, and pieces rain down onto the city. Even though Brainiac is gone, the citizens of Metropolis are still in danger. I put the sorceress down, and head back skyward to knock out the larger pieces of debris.

A large section of one of the ship's tentacles looms over the baseball stadium, until I grab onto the end of it and hurl it out into space.

A chunk of burning metal screams downwards towards the city hospital. I shatter it into harmless bits with a well-calculated blow.

I manage to prevent as much damage to the city as I can, breaking up the debris as I go. Then something catches my eye, something falling down among the rubble. It looks like some sort of jar or bottle...

I fly towards it and grab hold, inspecting the bottle closely. Inside, there seems to be some sort of structure.

Whatever it is, it gives off a tremendous amount of empathy. Almost as if there's something...or someone...alive in there.

"Maybe Superman will be able to help identify it," I say to myself. If he survived...

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master

Hampshire, England.

Oi, this is my kind of joint.
As I walk through the pub I can't help but notice a few things.
1) Looks like someone took a ****e and wiped themselves on the floor, 2) The people in'ere all smell like they did it, and 3) I bloody love it.

The blokes, the ones that're still conscious anyway, pull their faces up from their pints and give me a once-over. Wouldn't be surprised if they all heard a'me. I am a wee bit of a celeb in these parts, Interpol's most wanted and all.

Oh, would ya look at that bonnie. Wouldn't mind takin' a swing at that one.
Chips crunch under my feet as I take to the far right of the pub, walking through the thick layer of smoke permeating the place. I turn and walk down a small hallway, a rather menacing looking steel door at the end.

On the other end, assuming the info I got from the lads over in the States is still good, sits one Willy Randolph. Former SAS member, tough bloke I suppose.
Went and got himself thrown out of a helicopter. Turns out he couldn't fly.
Goes by Wintergreen these days, sittin' in front o' his computer all day like a good little gimp. They say he's a top tier hacker.
Bollocks, I say. Bet my left nut he spend his day pullin' himself off over some big-titted blonde bombshell whose name ends with a .com.

I reach the door and give it a good knock or two.
Couple a seconds later a voice shouts back.

"WHAT'S DE ****IN PASSWORD??"

Little wanker. I got the password from my contacts and even thinking about sayin' it gives me the shivers.

"Manchester U. can't play worth ****e, mate!"

I hear the little bastard roll away from the door, no doubt preparing something of a welcome. I slip my hand inside my breast pocket and pull out a wee mirror.
I slide it under the door.

--------------

"*****ng hell, bloody bastards comin' after me. I'll show'em what's what"

Cripple boy turns his little chair around a, I kid you not, his face damn near drops at the sight'a me.

"****!! HOW THE BLOODY HELL D'YA GET IN 'ERE!?!?"

"Secret of the trade, laddy." I laugh.

He wheels himself towards me. Little bugger thinks he can take me. I shove my foot into his chest, sending 'im flying onto his back.

"Do be careful, mate. All I want's a wee bit of information on a mutual mate o' ours, Greeny-boy. Goes by Slade Wilson."

He pushes my foot off his chest, and spits back at me.

"******ING HELL YA ***** WANKER!!! I'LL TEAR YA A RIGHT ARSE***** YA BLEEDIN' "

I laugh and let a foot to the ol' noggin shut him up.

"Now don't go footerin' about, Greeny. Now you've gone and gotten me all het up. I s'pose you'll need some convincin'?"

I pull out a hunting knife almost bigger than me own arm.

"You're not usin' them legs o' yers, are ya? May I?"

And I go to work.
​

 

[trustyside-kick]

IC:

The trip was exhilarating. Every person he slaughtered, only continued this bloodlust. Genocide was the only way he could save them from themselves. For, if they do not follow the ways of the Church of Blood, they are dead anyway. In a sick and twisted way he does the people of the capital city on the island of Zandia a favor; he vanquishes their weak and pathetic lives.

"Monster! Your onslaught ends here!"

A few villagers gather together, with what weapons they can find. They gather around Brother Blood in a circle, and he merely chuckles and wipes his mouth. Afterwards he licks the blood clean off of his hand and points to the leader among the small group.

"Do you have the Faith, my friend? Do you renounce any Faith that isn't the Church of Blood?"

"You speak of a dead religion, friend. Whatever you think you are doing, you do for your own insane reasons, not for your so called blessed Church. You, and your damned, vile, teachings are no longer wanted in Zandia! Leave us at once!"

There is a silence, or the closest you could call it. What, with all the mayhem and fleeing of people in the heart of the city, this absence of a response from Brother Blood between this small group of men is the only peaceful silence they will live through the rest of their life.

He eventually changes his expression as he smirks, and brings his arm down to his side. He chuckles under his breath, trying to hold it in, but eventually he cannot hold it any longer. He dashes out at the leader of the group, piercing his body through the heart as if the man was paper. All the other men look in shock and horror as Brother Blood disgustingly talks to the man who was dead the second he made impact.

"You lack the Good Faith, my friend. But fear not, for I have freed you from your own sin. I can tell you were a leader of some sort, and these men respected you. It's a shame...your skills and merit could've been useful to the Great Church."
​

And with those words, Brother Blood retracts himself, pulling his arm out of the man's chest and the body collapses. Still struck stiff from what they just witnessed, they fall prey to Brother Blood's relentless attacks as he continues his rampage throughout the city.

There is but one man left in the entire city. He is a holy man, acting as a missionary for the city of Zandia; spreading his good faith. Brother Blood has left him alive for a very good reason and he knows where to find him. As Brother Blood swings open the large doors of the temporary Church of Christ in Zandia, he finds the missionary kneeling at the altar, giving his Lord and Saviour a prayer.

"You pray to deaf ears, old man. If you wish to find Faith, you seek the wrong teachings."

Disrupting his prayer, the old missionary jolts up and turns towards Brother Blood in anger.

"You're kind are not welcome in the Great Church!"

"The...The Great Church? There is only one Great Church, my dear fool...and that is the Church of Blood. Renounce your faith and your religion, or I shall bathe in your blood."

"All the angels in heaven guard my soul, foul demon. You may take my life...but you can never take my soul."

"Demon...DEMON?! HAHAHAHAHAHAH! Oh! But that's where you are wrong, my friend. I can take so much more from you than just your life."

Brother Blood starts to slowly walk down the aisle of the small church and the missionary does not whimper nor does he run. When Brother Blood finally meets him face to face, the missionary does one thing: he kneels down, and holds up his cross, whispering a prayer to himself.

"Your God cannot save you, for he does not exist."

The missionary does continues to whisper his prayer, over and over again. Brother Blood grows with disgust, and ends the old man's misery. And grabs him by the shoulders, and swiftly bites the old man at the side of his neck. After sucking some of his blood, as he pulls back, he rips the cross from around the old man's neck, and starts the head out the Church. When he reaches the large doors, he smirks.

"Come, my follower. It is time we visit the center of impurity. Off to Italy, now. We cannot let the non-believers suffer in the darkness for too long."

Brother Blood exits the Church, and the old dead man's body becomes animated once more, and slowly gets up. Moving sluggishly, he walks down the aisle of the church, and exits the large doors.

 

[Green Lantern]

Barry and I both come to a stop somewhere in Siberia. I shiver a bit as I look at him curiously.

"Allowance? Sweet, I hope it's as big as the one I had back home...Yep, it was hard, but I found a way to live on six hundred dollars a month."

"Nah. Try $10 a week. Thats all you're getting out of me. See ya at home."

With that Barry was gone.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Nah. Try $10 a week. Thats all you're getting out of me. See ya at home."

With that Barry was gone.

I drop to my knees at the horrible thought of ten bucks a week.

"YOU MANIAC! GODDAMN YOU!!! GODDAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!"

I dissapear and chase right after Barry.

Three Weeks Later

Barry walks through the living room as I sit on the couch and play his brand new X-Box 360 Microsoft gave him.

"Don't you have some homework you should be doing?"

"I don't know, don't you have some people you should be saving?"

 

[Green Lantern]

I drop to my knees at the horrible thought of ten bucks a week.

"YOU MANIAC! GODDAMN YOU!!! GODDAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!"

I dissapear and chase right after Barry.

Three Weeks Later

Barry walks through the living room as I sit on the couch and play his brand new X-Box 360 Microsoft gave him.

"Don't you have some homework you should be doing?"

"I don't know, don't you have some people you should be saving?"

"You're right. The first of which is the store clerk who you would no doubt be rude to, IF you ever earned your allowance. Good to know he's going to have a peaceful day."

Barry grinned as he put on his costume.

"Got some big leads to follow. Don't wait up, kid."

 

[Byrd Man]

"You're right. The first of which is the store clerk who you would no doubt be rude to, IF you ever earned your allowance. Good to know he's going to have a peaceful day."

Barry grinned as he put on his costume.

"Got some big leads to follow. Don't wait up, kid."

In the blink of an eye, I go to the frigde and grap a Dr. Pepper can, I pop it as soon as I sit back on the couch.

"Don't worry, I never do. What do you want for dinner? Pizza or pizza? Wait, I think we can get some pizza. And of course, there's that good old standby pizza."

 

[Green Lantern]

In the blink of an eye, I go to the frigde and grap a Dr. Pepper can, I pop it as soon as I sit back on the couch.

"Don't worry, I never do. What do you want for dinner? Pizza or pizza? Wait, I think we can get some pizza. And of course, there's that good old standby pizza."

Barry turned back.

"I was actually thinking swinging by Cancun and grabbing some enchiladas, how's that sound?"

A red blur disappeared from the apartment.

 

[Spike_x1]

Ow. That hurt. Opening his eyes, Clark could barely perceive a difference from when they were closed. The darkness and freezing temperatures gave him pause for moment; Where am I?

All around him, large piles of wreckage and debris were littering the ground. So I guess the ship was destroyed, he thought. Of course, by this time, his senses and composure had returned to the Man of Steel and he understood that he was now at the bottom of Hobb's Bay. And I'm glad to see that the Earth wasn't annihilated by that wormhole. He felt a slight smile coming on as he thought about the victory that he and his fellow heroes had accomplished this day.

Seconds later, Superman exploded from the surface of the bay and flew to the Daily Planet building where he saw his newfound friends. Without emotion in his voice, he said, "How did we do?" asking anyone who would answer him.

 

[Byrd Man]

Ultimate

​

The French Riviera

I take a long drag on my cigarette and stare out at the rising sun. The french girl in the bed behind me stirs.

God I love the riviera, the water, the wine, the women who'll do anything for and to an american with money. I told Wintergreen I was coming here for a few weeks to lay low until that scottish prick gets tired of looking for me.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?"

I turn to look at the girl I spent the night with. She's cute, even better with no close on.

"How about...you."

I smile as I walk to the bed and brush the blonde hair out of her eyes.

"You never told me your name..."

"Call me Wilson."

She smiles back as she kisses me.

"I am Lilian Worth."

I look across the bed at the mirror on the dresser as I mount Lilian.

Yep. I love the riviera.​

 

[Andy C.]

Ow. That hurt. Opening his eyes, Clark could barely perceive a difference from when they were closed. The darkness and freezing temperatures gave him pause for moment; Where am I?

All around him, large piles of wreckage and debris were littering the ground. So I guess the ship was destroyed, he thought. Of course, by this time, his senses and composure had returned to the Man of Steel and he understood that he was now at the bottom of Hobb's Bay. And I'm glad to see that the Earth wasn't annihilated by that wormhole. He felt a slight smile coming on as he thought about the victory that he and his fellow heroes had accomplished this day.

Seconds later, Superman exploded from the surface of the bay and flew to the Daily Planet building where he saw his newfound friends. Without emotion in his voice, he said, "How did we do?" asking anyone who would answer him.

(IC: )

"Superman, I--" I begin to stammer as I fly down towards him. "I'm glad you're all right."

The rather spectacular circumstances aside, I can't help but feel my heart race to know that he survived. It's something of a miracle that any of us made it through this ordeal, truthfully. Still, even after being in the most impossible of circumstances, this 'Man of Steel' -as they call him- is something else entirely.

I then realize I've been staring at him for just a little too long. I clear my throat, and show him the strange bottle I had caught out of the sky.

"I managed to save this rather peculiar object from Brainiac's ship. The structures inside don't seem to match the technology that monster used, but there's a powerful empathy that comes from it. If there's somewhere safe where this could be kept, perhaps we could unlock some of Brainiac's secrets...should we ever have to face a similar threat again."

I look towards the Batman and our other allies. Together, we'd managed to topple a being that would have easily destroyed any of us separately. Against odds that would have made the Argonauts turn back, we had won through, and saved countless lives.

And I still don't know any of their names.

"Now that the threat has passed, I believe we can afford introductions. I am Diana, Crown Princess of the Amazons and ambassador of Themyscira. Here in public, I have taken the name 'Wonder Woman.' By what names may I know the rest of you?"

 

[SenseiofCheese]

[FONT=&quot]Mirror [/FONT][FONT=&quot]Master[/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]​

[FONT=&quot]After what seemed like ages, old man Wintergreen finally buckled. Tough little bastard, that one. I took off one of his legs and was halfway through the other one when he squealed.
Didn't finish 'im off, though. I don't much care for going too far. Just made sure he was out like a light when I made my exit. Don't want the man seein' me talents displayed and blabberin' on about them to his fellow internet losers.

I picked up the shard of glass I slid under the door, and vanished into it. Now, I don't know exactly how to explain what it is I do. I go into what I've gone on to assume is an alternate dimension o' some kind. Everything in there is black, and cold. You don't see much of anythin' , really. The sheer weight of all the nothingness could really drive a man batty.
Good thing I'm so balanced, angel that I am.

Now, the next part is where it gets a bit tricky. I get to thinkin' real hard about whatever mirror I want to get through. Really, anything that has a shine to it an' reflects will do. I do prefer mirrors, though, 'cause anything else is a right bastard to get through.
Here's the trick though. I have ta be pretty sure about the location of the mirror. I don't need to know it down to the inch, mind ye, but I can't exactly just guess either.
Makin' it a bloody bother when I find out from my cripple friend that Slade Wilson's current location is the French bloody Riviera of all places.

After some time spent floating about in the darkness of my little pocket dimension, thinkin' real hard about what we were taught at the orphanage, along with keepin' Slade Wilson in my head, I finally squeeze out a right ****e-hole of a mirror.
I did take a likin' to ol' lady McCulloch's geography lessons. Learning about all the bloody brilliant places I'd never go. 'T was almost like she was rubbin' it in our faces, but I didn't mind. The pictures of landscapes and buildin's are what really got me going. I'd get lost like a ****in' sheep in those pictures, hopin' that if I stared hard enough I could disappear through the page and come out on the other side.

So I finally manage to find a wee mirror somewhere in the Riviera. It's a bathroom. Go figure, eh?
In walks a bonny the likes of which you only read about in books. Hair so shiny it almost makes me blind, a face like an angel, and a bloody fantastic set of ****.
Ooof, and she's got her some bloody powerful lungs, too.
The moment she sees my mug in her mirror she loses it. I give her a wee smile and a wave, but the ***** keeps on with her screamin'.
She grabs a bar of soap and hurls it my face. The mirror I'm lookin' through smashes into a dozen pieces.
And I get mad like a bulldog. Y'see, it's quite maddening when you spend half an hour trying to focus in on a mirror and it ends up getting broken.
It's a right bother to keep the mirror in your head after it's in more than one piece.

But I've have plenty 'a practice. I slip out of a shard lying on the floor, causing her ta scream even louder. She backs away, backing into the door. I give her another smile.

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]"OOooh, now. Don't be wasting your last breath screaming!" [/FONT][FONT=&quot]I grab the shard I came through and hold it to her neck.

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]"Ye'll be dying for a good 'cause, lassy."

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]As I prepare to slit her throat, the door to the bathroom is blown to pieces. I grab the woman's hand and twist it, swirling her body so it shields me.
And who should walk in, gun in hand, but Slade bloody Wilson.

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]"Oi. Stunning turn of events, this."[/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]

 

[Byrd Man]

Ultimate

[FONT=&quot]Mirror [/FONT][FONT=&quot]Master[/FONT]​

[FONT=&quot]After what seemed like ages, old man Wintergreen finally buckled. Tough little bastard, that one. I took off one of his legs and was halfway through the other one when he squealed. [/FONT][FONT=&quot]
[FONT=&quot]Didn't finish 'im off, though. I don't much care for going too far. Just made sure he was out like a light when I made my exit. Don't want the man seein' me talents displayed and blabberin' on about them to his fellow internet losers.[/FONT]

I picked up the shard of glass I slid under the door, and vanished into it. Now, I don't know exactly how to explain what it is I do. I go into what I've gone on to assume is an alternate dimension o' some kind. Everything in there is black, and cold. You don't see much of anythin' , really. The sheer weight of all the nothingness could really drive a man batty.
Good thing I'm so balanced, angel that I am.

Now, the next part is where it gets a bit tricky. I get to thinkin' real hard about whatever mirror I want to get through. Really, anything that has a shine to it an' reflects will do. I do prefer mirrors, though, 'cause anything else is a right bastard to get through.
Here's the trick though. I have ta be pretty sure about the location of the mirror. I don't need to know it down to the inch, mind ye, but I can't exactly just guess either.
Makin' it a bloody bother when I find out from my cripple friend that Slade Wilson's current location is the French bloody Riviera of all places.

After some time spent floating about in the darkness of my little pocket dimension, thinkin' real hard about what we were taught at the orphanage, along with keepin' Slade Wilson in my head, I finally squeeze out a right ****e-hole of a mirror.
I did take a likin' to ol' lady McCulloch's geography lessons. Learning about all the bloody brilliant places I'd never go. 'T was almost like she was rubbin' it in our faces, but I didn't mind. The pictures of landscapes and buildin's are what really got me going. I'd get lost like a ****in' sheep in those pictures, hopin' that if I stared hard enough I could disappear through the page and come out on the other side.

So I finally manage to find a wee mirror somewhere in the Riviera. It's a bathroom. Go figure, eh?
In walks a bonny the likes of which you only read about in books. Hair so shiny it almost makes me blind, a face like an angel, and a bloody fantastic set of ****.
Ooof, and she's got her some bloody powerful lungs, too.
The moment she sees my mug in her mirror she loses it. I give her a wee smile and a wave, but the ***** keeps on with her screamin'.
She grabs a bar of soap and hurls it my face. The mirror I'm lookin' through smashes into a dozen pieces.
And I get mad like a bulldog. Y'see, it's quite maddening when you spend half an hour trying to focus in on a mirror and it ends up getting broken.
It's a right bother to keep the mirror in your head after it's in more than one piece.

But I've have plenty 'a practice. I slip out of a shard lying on the floor, causing her ta scream even louder. She backs away, backing into the door. I give her another smile.

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]"OOooh, now. Don't be wasting your last breath screaming!" [/FONT][FONT=&quot]I grab the shard I came through and hold it to her neck.[/FONT][FONT=&quot]

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]"Ye'll be dying for a good 'cause, lassy."[/FONT][FONT=&quot]

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]As I prepare to slit her throat, the door to the bathroom is blown to pieces. I grab the woman's hand and twist it, swirling her body so it shields me.[/FONT][FONT=&quot]
[FONT=&quot]And who should walk in, gun in hand, but Slade bloody Wilson.[/FONT]

[/FONT][FONT=&quot]"Oi. Stunning turn of events, this."[/FONT]

I'm still snoozing when I hear Lillian scream.

In a flash, I'm out of the bed and pulling a sawed off shotgun from a drawer.

BAM!

I kick down the door and stare at the intruder. He's hold Lillian like a shield. I point the barrel of the shotgun towards his head

That's McCulloch, I recognize him from his picture.

"Alright, A**hole. Leave the lady alone. It's me you want."

McCulloch just stares and then I realize, I'm standing there naked.

"Yeah, that's right. It's really that big."

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master
​

Ultimate

I'm still snoozing when I hear Lillian scream.

In a flash, I'm out of the bed and pulling a sawed off shotgun from a drawer.

BAM!

I kick down the door and stare at the intruder. He's hold Lillian like a shield. I point the barrel of the shotgun towards his head

That's McCulloch, I recognize him from his picture.

"Alright, A**hole. Leave the lady alone. It's me you want."

McCulloch just stares and then I realize, I'm standing there naked.

"Yeah, that's right. It's really that big."

"You wouldn't happen to be a descendant of Nessie, would ya?" I tighten the grip on the woman's body, holding her tight against me.

I grab the glass tightly, pushing it against her throat. Even if he did shoot, which I truly doubt, I'd cut her throat open before I hit the floor.

"Now, normally in a situation such as this, I'd tell you not to put your finger on that there trigger or I'd slit this ladies neck open. But you've got me at somewhat of a disadvantage here, boyo."

the woman gasps.

"Now, I don't really know if you give two nickels and bag of ****e about this wee lass, so this becomes a question of who is the better bluffer."

I smile and press the glass slightly against the woman's neck, causing a single drop of blood to trickle down.

 

[Byrd Man]

Ultimate

Mirror Master​

"You wouldn't happen to be a descendant of Nessie, would ya?" I tighten the grip on the woman's body, holding her tight against me.

I grab the glass tightly, pushing it against her throat. Even if he did shoot, which I truly doubt, I'd cut her throat open before I hit the floor.

"Now, normally in a situation such as this, I'd tell you not to put your finger on that there trigger or I'd slit this ladies neck open. But you've got me at somewhat of a disadvantage here, boyo."

the woman gasps.

"Now, I don't really know if you give two nickels and bag of ****e about this wee lass, so this becomes a question of who is the better bluffer."

I smile and press the glass slightly against the woman's neck, causing a single drop of blood to trickle down.

I slowly lower the shotgun.

"Okay, okay. Let me take out the shells."

I slide the barrel open, the spring loaded shotgun shells fly through the air and strike McCulloch in his head.

"OW!"

He grabs his head, Lilian manages to get out of his grasp. I swing my leg and send a roundhouse kick his way, sending him off his feet and hard into the wall.

"Let's go, McCulloch. I'm sure I can clobber you with my cock alone."

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master
​

Ultimate

I slowly lower the shotgun.

"Okay, okay. Let me take out the shells."

I slide the barrel open, the spring loaded shotgun shells fly through the air and strike McCulloch in his head.

"OW!"

He grabs his head, Lilian manages to get out of his grasp. I swing my leg and send a roundhouse kick his way, sending him off his feet and hard into the wall.

"Let's go, McCulloch. I'm sure I can clobber you with my cock alone."

SON OF A *****!
I'm going to take a special bit of delight in ripping this yank apart.

"You Americans are a bloody riot, you are." I pick myself off the floor and smile.

"Think you're a bunch of action heroes, the lot of ye. When I kill ye, Wilson, I'm going to enjoy it. Getting paid is very much icing on an already brilliant cake."

In a swift motion, my hands dart to my back. From my belt, I grab two knives and hurl them straight at Slade.

 

[Byrd Man]

Ultimate

Mirror Master​

SON OF A *****!
I'm going to take a special bit of delight in ripping this yank apart.

"You Americans are a bloody riot, you are." I pick myself off the floor and smile.

"Think you're a bunch of action heroes, the lot of ye. When I kill ye, Wilson, I'm going to enjoy it. Getting paid is very much icing on an already brilliant cake."

In a swift motion, my hands dart to my back. From my belt, I grab two knives and hurl them straight at Slade.

Time seems to slow down as I stare at the blades. I focus every inch of my mind at the knives. The scientist at the US goverment tried to get me to lift large objects, but I was best with small weapons and bullets.

Blood starts to trickle from my nose and my eyes water as the knives start to slow and fall to the floor with a clang.

"Would ya look at that...."

I smile as I crouch, still naked by the way, and get in a defensive stance.

"Ole Deathstroke has some skills too."

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master
​

Ultimate

Time seems to slow down as I stare at the blades. I focus every inch of my mind at the knives. The scientist at the US goverment tried to get me to lift large objects, but I was best with small weapons and bullets.

Blood starts to trickle from my nose and my eyes water as the knives start to slow and fall to the floor with a clang.

"Would ya look at that...."

I smile as I crouch, still naked by the way, and get in a defensive stance.

"Ole Deathstroke has some skills too."

****! ****! ****!
I'm furious and my expression gives it away. You would've thought that when those tossers back in the States briefed me on this bastard they might have mentioned that. "Oi, Evan, mate, by the way, the **** has telekinesis!"
I'm getting the distinct impression my bosses aren't planning on me beatin' this bastard.

"That's a nice little trick, mate. I have some of my own, don't ye know. Wanna see?"

I kick a large piece of glass by my foot over to Sl..Deathstroke.
Ruddin' codenames.
He looks down at it, and back up. But by that time, I've already sunk down into another glass shard.
Deathstroke's face betrays his calmness. He's slightly confused, the bastard, and that gives me the advantage.
My hand bursts out of the glass by his leg and grabs him. Soon, my whole body is rising out of the glass and with the momentum on my side I heave and throw him into the wall.
The incredibly thin wall crumbles and Deathstroke crashes into the next room.

"And here I thought this'd be difficult"
​

 

[Byrd Man]

Barry turned back.

"I was actually thinking swinging by Cancun and grabbing some enchiladas, how's that sound?"

A red blur disappeared from the apartment.

I sigh as Barry runs off, bastard won't let me do that. Thinks I'm too immature...poopy head.

"Wish I could do that. I'd be gone like that!"

I snap my fingers.

BZZT!

Blue sparks shoot out from my fingertips and I jump back.

"What the ****!??!?!"

DING DONG!

The doorbell rings, I'm over to the door in a half second. I've been doing well at Keystone High. Kids seem to like me, plus being the Flash's cousin is a plus. Barry just makes me hide my powers.

I swing the door open and smile at the gaggle of young girls at the front door.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies. Welcome to the humble home of Keystone's greates hero and my cousin, The Flash!"

All three of them walk in and look around. Blonde, brunette, and red head. Three of a kind.

"Wow, this place is kind of a dump."

"Yeah, I mean, what hero lives here?"

I wrap one arm around the blonde's shoulder and the other around the red head's waist.

"I know it's not much, but I like the down to earthness of this place. Barry doesn't have much style, but he has it where it counts. Now, let me give you the tour. Starting with my bedroom."

They all start to giggle as we walk towards the back of the apartment.

So what if Barry gets to run around saving old ladies? Right now, I wouldn't trade places with him for anything.

 

[Byrd Man]

Ultimate

Mirror Master​

****! ****! ****!
I'm furious and my expression gives it away. You would've thought that when those tossers back in the States briefed me on this bastard they might have mentioned that. "Oi, Evan, mate, by the way, the **** has telekinesis!"
I'm getting the distinct impression my bosses aren't planning on me beatin' this bastard.​

"That's a nice little trick, mate. I have some of my own, don't ye know. Wanna see?"​

I kick a large piece of glass by my foot over to Sl..Deathstroke. ​

Ruddin' codenames.
He looks down at it, and back up. But by that time, I've already sunk down into another glass shard.
Deathstroke's face betrays his calmness. He's slightly confused, the bastard, and that gives me the advantage.
My hand bursts out of the glass by his leg and grabs him. Soon, my whole body is rising out of the glass and with the momentum on my side I heave and throw him into the wall.
The incredibly thin wall crumbles and Deathstroke crashes into the next room.​

"And here I thought this'd be difficult"​

I grab my crotch as I bounch off the next room's bed.

"Ow, Goddamit! You don't hit a man down there, no matter how big a target it is."

I'm pissed now, I roll on the bed and slam my fist down on the bedside stand, a spring loaded 9MM pops out the drawer and flys through the air, I snatch it and aim at McCulloch.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

With cold precision, I squeeze off four shots aimed right at the Scottish bastard's chest.

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master
​

Ultimate

I grab my crotch as I bounch off the next room's bed.

"Ow, Goddamit! You don't hit a man down there, no matter how big a target it is."

I'm pissed now, I roll on the bed and slam my fist down on the bedside stand, a spring loaded 9MM pops out the drawer and flys through the air, I snatch it and aim at McCulloch.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

With cold precision, I squeeze off four shots aimed right at the Scottish bastard's chest.

In the moment before the bullets fly at me, I glance to the side of the room Slade is now in and see a window.
The four shots he takes at me send my dodging towards the bathtub.
****!
As I hit the porcelain tub, one of the bullet slams into my leg, a second into my arm.
This son of a **** has a talent for gettin' on me nerves. I reach my good hand over the edge of the tub and pull a shard of glass up to my face.
I stare intently into it, picturing the window in the next room, and throw myself into it.

-----

Deathstroke is standing by the large window, his arm raised and the pistol aimed at the bathtub.

"Oi, ****!"

He turns towards the window. My hand shoots out of it and catches his hand. He drops the weapon and I pull him toward me, using what little strength I have in my now bleedin' left hand to take a swing at him.
He barely staggers, but it's enough. I pull him in closer.
Here's hopin' this works.
I yank him into the window. Instead of shattering it and falling to his death, which, honestly, would not have been disappointing, we both tumble out of a large mirror onto the filthy floors of a warehouse in Gotham.

"WHOOO, mate, that was brilliant! I knew I was good, but ****in' hell!"

I struggle to stand up and I limp towards Wilson. I raise my good leg and send it flying down into his face. I hear his nose crack and blood spurts from his face.

"Now how's about we conclude our dance, ye prat."

 

[Byrd Man]

Ultimate

Mirror Master​

In the moment before the bullets fly at me, I glance to the side of the room Slade is now in and see a window.
The four shots he takes at me send my dodging towards the bathtub.
****!
As I hit the porcelain tub, one of the bullet slams into my leg, a second into my arm.
This son of a **** has a talent for gettin' on me nerves. I reach my good hand over the edge of the tub and pull a shard of glass up to my face.
I stare intently into it, picturing the window in the next room, and throw myself into it.

-----

Deathstroke is standing by the large window, his arm raised and the pistol aimed at the bathtub.

"Oi, ****!"

He turns towards the window. My hand shoots out of it and catches his hand. He drops the weapon and I pull him toward me, using what little strength I have in my now bleedin' left hand to take a swing at him.
He barely staggers, but it's enough. I pull him in closer.
Here's hopin' this works.
I yank him into the window. Instead of shattering it and falling to his death, which, honestly, would not have been disappointing, we both tumble out of a large mirror onto the filthy floors of a warehouse in Gotham.

"WHOOO, mate, that was brilliant! I knew I was good, but ****in' hell!"

I struggle to stand up and I limp towards Wilson. I raise my good leg and send it flying down into his face. I hear his nose crack and blood spurts from his face.

"Now how's about we conclude our dance, ye prat."

I grab McCulloch's leg as he's raising it and twist his ankle.

It makes a pop as it dislocates.

"This is what you get, a**hole."

McCulloch falls to the floor and I start to twist his already broke ankle.

"Let's see you hop from mirror to mirror when you can't ****ing walk."

He screams as I twist his ankle from left to right.

I'm naked, dirty, and I'm really, really pissed. Most people who see me this mad are six feet under.

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master
​

Ultimate

I grab McCulloch's leg as he's raising it and twist his ankle.

It makes a pop as it dislocates.

"This is what you get, a**hole."

McCulloch falls to the floor and I start to twist his already broke ankle.

"Let's see you hop from mirror to mirror when you can't ****ing walk."

He screams as I twist his ankle from left to right.

I'm naked, dirty, and I'm really, really pissed. Most people who see me this mad are six feet under.

I let out a scream as the bugger half rips off my leg.
With my good leg I kick him in the face, as hard as I can muster.

"Gaah, ****in' hell! I'm going to end you, Wilson, and then just for ****s and giggles I'm going to rip every other limb off your cripple mate!"

The kick releases his hold on my leg. I grab a rock that's on the ground next to me and slowly, but painfully, turn myself around on the floor.
I take aim, carefully, and I hurl the rock at the mirror we came through. It's too high up for me to reach it from where I am, but if it's in shambles on the ground.....
The rock connects with the glass and sends it shattering to the ground. A few steps in front of me lands the biggest piece.
I begin slowly crawling towards it, gasping in pain as my whole body protests.
I hadn't planned on retreatin', but I have ta go back and prepare meself accordingly, consider this a trial run.
Just before I have my hand on the shard, Wilson's fist wraps around my foot.