The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

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Doris gets back to her apartment and begins to go through Brice's cell-phone.

Hmmm let's see what we have here...my oh my Brice it seems you've been calling a certain Dr. Bell at Balton Labs. Very bad news indeed considering they escaped indictment on a technicality.

She closes the phone and looks up the street address on-line.

Whatever has been happening to me it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Balton Labs is involved. Not to mention if Brice is involved in this as well it means that...somehow I am getting screwed over. Yet again he is always out for one thing...money and the quickest way to make it...that slmiey worm...he has got to be the lowest of the low...he...

Suddenly she doubles over in tremendous pain, "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Doris falls out of her chair and grabs her stomach and says, "Pain...so intense..."

Then the pain increases as she hears her clothes begin to tear and her bones grow.

Doris says in pain, "I'm sorry mom & dad for everything...I'm sorry...I"

Then the pain stops and she suddenly realizes something her back is touching the ceiling of her apartment.

Doris looks around and slowly says, "Wha.....I...the powder...it's obviously a steroid of some kind."

She takes a deep breath and relaxes. Doris then realizes that she is returning to her normal height.

Doris says, "Okay this is a little out of the ordinary. I need to go see Dr. Bell..."

Looking at her clothes says, "But first I think I need to get dressed."

 

[Byrd Man]

Ultimate

"Oh, no you don't.'

I slowly pull him back towards me. My nose is broken, I'm in some god forsaken warehouse, and the only way he could have got this close to me is if he got to Wintergreen.

Nedless to say, this prick is in for a painful time.

"I'm keeping you alive for one reason only."

With my one free hand, I grab a shard of mirror and stab the glass into his leg, slowly carving into his thigh.

"You tell those sons of *****es that hired you one thing."

I pull the glass out and look at his thigh. The words "S.W." are written in blood and cut flesh on his leg.

"You tell them they want Deathstroke. They're gonna have to try a bit harder."

I put a elbow into the back of his head and watch as his skull smacks hard against the cement floor.

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master
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Ultimate

"Oh, no you don't.'

I slowly pull him back towards me. My nose is broken, I'm in some god forsaken warehouse, and the only way he could have got this close to me is if he got to Wintergreen.

Nedless to say, this prick is in for a painful time.

"I'm keeping you alive for one reason only."

With my one free hand, I grab a shard of mirror and stab the glass into his leg, slowly carving into his thigh.

"You tell those sons of *****es that hired you one thing."

I pull the glass out and look at his thigh. The words "S.W." are written in blood and cut flesh on his leg.

"You tell them they want Deathstroke. They're gonna have to try a bit harder."

I put a elbow into the back of his head and watch as his skull smacks hard against the cement floor.

****....Can't...Blood...Loosing bloo....focus, Evan, fo...
****e....

"I...I'll be b..back for ye, boyo...mark my words...."

and with that, I disappear into the shard of glass embedded in my thigh.

those pricks obviously knew I wasn't going to be finishing Wilson off. I think I'll have a wee talk with them.
And I swear by the life'a'me, I'll be back for Slade Wilson.

 

[Green Lantern]

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.

As Barry ran off he started thinking.

...You know what? Screw it. I'm taking a day off from hunting down that yellow bastard. I haven't spent any time with Tina in forever.

With that he was unmasked and knocking on her front door.

"Who's th-- Barry? I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about me..."

"Who could forget a beautiful face like that?"

She smiled as he kissed her.

"Sorry I've been so hard to get a hold of... I'm 'babysitting' my cousin. And then... Zoom kidnapped and tortured the poor kid... gave him my powers. Kid does have heart though... or an ego, not sure which, he already wants to do the hero thing... I told him to wait."

"Wait, are you telling me that you've been playing 'Dad' and thats why you haven't called me?"

"Ummm.. Yeah? How bout I pick us up some Mex, and meet you at my place. Bart should be there... if he's not, he's grounded."

 

[Byrd Man]

As Barry ran off he started thinking.

...You know what? Screw it. I'm taking a day off from hunting down that yellow bastard. I haven't spent any time with Tina in forever.

With that he was unmasked and knocking on her front door.

"Who's th-- Barry? I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about me..."

"Who could forget a beautiful face like that?"

She smiled as he kissed her.

"Sorry I've been so hard to get a hold of... I'm 'babysitting' my cousin. And then... Zoom kidnapped and tortured the poor kid... gave him my powers. Kid does have heart though... or an ego, not sure which, he already wants to do the hero thing... I told him to wait."

"Wait, are you telling me that you've been playing 'Dad' and thats why you haven't called me?"

"Ummm.. Yeah? How bout I pick us up some Mex, and meet you at my place. Bart should be there... if he's not, he's grounded."

"Hehe, that tickles."

"Ow, you're on my hair! Jenna"

"Sorry."

my barefoot bangs up against the headboard like a dog who's being scratched in the right spot.

"That's it, don't stop!!!!"

"Little to the left, Missy."

"Right there?"

"Almost there...."

"There!"

I can only grin as I lay on my back in the bed. It's good to be the king.

Suddenly, I hear the door open and swing open. Barry's home.

"Oh ****, girls. We gotta get outta here!"

 

[Green Lantern]

"Hehe, that tickles."

"Ow, you're on my hair! Jenna"

"Sorry."

my barefoot bangs up against the headboard like a dog who's being scratched in the right spot.

"That's it, don't stop!!!!"

"Little to the left, Missy."

"Right there?"

"Almost there...."

"There!"

I can only grin as I lay on my back in the bed. It's good to be the king.

Suddenly, I hear the door open and swing open. Barry's home.

"Oh ****, girls. We gotta get outta here!"

Tina didn't bother knocking as she walked into Barry's apartment, she thought she could hear girls giggling. She could vaguely hear a boy's voice.
"Bart? Is that you?"

 

[Byrd Man]

Tina didn't bother knocking as she walked into Barry's apartment, she thought she could hear girls giggling. She could vaguely hear a boy's voice.
"Bart? Is that you?"

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I scramble to cover myself and the girls as the door to my bedroom opens. I've met Tina once, but I don't want her seeing all of me.

"Nononononononononono!"

Tina pushes the door open and looks in at the four of us.

"AHHH!!!! Oh my god!"

 

[Blacklight]

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?"

I walked over to Wonder Woman and now that 'Brainiac' was gone and bested, I shook her hand.

"Hi. The name's Zatanna."

Batman's eyebrow raised behind his cowl. He was definately yonger then me. I could tell by the youth in his face. I then let go of her hand and turned to the four of them.

"You've probably seen my magic show before. I've performed in Metropolis, Gotham, Gateway, Keystone, Fawcett City, Star City, Middleton, Midway, Hub City, Coast City and Smallville."

"Magic, huh?" the green guy responded giving me a look of disbelief.

"Oh, it's not fake magic. It's real magic. I've descended from a species known as 'homo-magi', that enables us to learn the art of magic. See? Thgilf!"

I then flew up to Superman and shook his hand.

"Most people also know me as 'the Z' too. You did an awesome job too, by the way."

I then began feeling up his bicep.

"Ooh. Tell me, big guy. How much do you bench?" I asked seductively. Superman then raised a brow and grinned a tad-bit. I wasn't hitting on him, just checking him out. Definately younger than me as well. I then descended back to the ground in front of Batman.

"You must be the Batman. Nice to have conformation that you exist."

"Same, here."

"Touche. Nice belt."

I didn't want to leave the green man out, so I shook his hand too.

"Nice, working with you, sir."

As I shook his blue gloved hands, my mind felt tingly and weird, but I came to and came back to shake Diana's hand again.

"Thank you again for helping me. You're my idol."

As I let go, I turned to the rest of my new commrades.

"I hope I get the chance to work with all of you again soon. Especially you two..." I said pointing to Superman and Batman. "But, I've got an appointment to get to."

I pulled out my wand and started to cast.

"Bye! Tnemtrapa ym!"

And in an instant I teleported to my apartment door in civilian clothes....

 

[Green Lantern]

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I scramble to cover myself and the girls as the door to my bedroom opens. I've met Tina once, but I don't want her seeing all of me.

"Nononononononononono!"

Tina pushes the door open and looks in at the four of us.

"AHHH!!!! Oh my god!"

Just then the door swung open again.

"Barry! You might want to come look at this!"

The bags of food magically appeared on the table, and Barry was standing beside Tina.

There in his bedroom was Bart Allen, laying with three rather hastily dressed girls.

"Care to explain, Bart?"

 

[Byrd Man]

Just then the door swung open again.

"Barry! You might want to come look at this!"

The bags of food magically appeared on the table, and Barry was standing beside Tina.

There in his bedroom was Bart Allen, laying with three rather hastily dressed girls.

"Care to explain, Bart?"

I smile and fidget with my hands.

"Well, cuz. See, Jenna, Missy, and Mandy heard at school that I was The Flash's cousin. So, they persuaded me into showing them around the house. I was showing them around my room."

"How come you don't have on underwear?"

I start to blush and I hide underneath the covers even more.

"Umm, I spilled some soda all over my clothes and I was changing when you walked in."

"So, you were chaning your clothes with these girls in your room?"

Barry's smiling, he's really enjoying this.

"...Did I mention they're all cheerleaders?"

"Jenna's not! She's a gymnist. Yeah, she can put her legs behind her head."

"......."

"......"

 

[Spike_x1]

(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?"

Superman listened as Diana made her official introduction, as well as Zatanna in her own entertaining way; even as he took the glass container of Kandor from Wonder Woman and peered inside. Its citizens were still frozen in a pocket of time and space. He would take care of his fellow Kryptonians. Their preservation looks like it's self-maintained, he observed. I know just the place to examine this more closely at a later time, and see what I can do about freeing them. Clark took a deep breath. There was a time and place for everything. Holding the container under his arm, he smiled and looked at his fellow heroes. "I suppose most of you already know me as Superman. I'm not exactly from Earth originally, but it's been my adopted home since before I can remember. Metropolis is where I live, though, and I feel that both the people of this city, as well as myself, owe you all a debt of gratitude."

 

[Apprentice]

Superman listened as Diana made her official introduction, as well as Zatanna in her own entertaining way; even as he took the glass container of Kandor from Wonder Woman and peered inside. Its citizens were still frozen in a pocket of time and space. He would take care of his fellow Kryptonians. Their preservation looks like it's self-maintained, he observed. I know just the place to examine this more closely at a later time, and see what I can do about freeing them. Clark took a deep breath. There was a time and place for everything. Holding the container under his arm, he smiled and looked at his fellow heroes. "I suppose most of you already know me as Superman. I'm not exactly from Earth originally, but it's been my adopted home since before I can remember. Metropolis is where I live, though, and I feel that both the people of this city, as well as myself, owe you all a debt of gratitude."

​

J'onn bowed his head respectfully, realising that he was in the presence of true heroes. A voice broke into his thoughts, clear and feminine; he recognised it instantly as that of Faith, a young psychic recruit of Manchester Black's. She spoke softly, informing him that he was to return to the Leviathan as soon as possible for a debriefing. He acknowledged the message and severed the connection, returning his focus to the trio before him - Superman, the mighty hero with his cape fluttering in the wind; Batman, the dark protector whose masked eyes seemed to glower outwards, and; Wonder Woman, the beautiful Amazonian warrior. Together, standing side by side, they were almost breathtaking.
​

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"You owe me no debt, Superman," he said softly. "As for myself...I am J'onn J'onnzz. This is also my adopted home, as my own is no longer suitable. I am the last of my kind - or so I believe - and I am honoured to fight alongside you and your companions."​

 

[Catman_prb]

Catman
​

Tom was almost ripped to shreds. He was bloody, tattered, and torn. He lay panting on the ground as the Man-Bat swung round and came back in for another assault. It came low, talons out. Tom just had enough time to roll out of the way. The creature had a metal band on it's head, that he was sure was affecting it somehow.

If only he had something to throw at it. He looked around on the floor of the dock, as the Bat flew high, trying to get some more momentum with which to attack him. He saw a half full bottle of whisky, which one of the gang members had obviously been drinking. He grabbed it, taking a short sip to sooth the pain he felt, before smashing the bottle. He picked up a shard of glass. This probably wouldn't be enough.

The Bat came sweeping along, and Tom, judging the right angle, threw the glass, embedding it in the creatures skull. It screeched in pain, and turned away.

Dammit, a miss he thought. Then suddenly it was behind him, before he knew it. It slashed across his back, and he fell to the floor. Another claw came narrowly over-head. Tom rolled out of the way, and sprang up, jumping on the back of the Bat-creature as it lunged forwards. It grunted and squeeked. Tom reached forwards and ripped the band off of the creatures head. It almost seemed fused to the skin.

As the band came off in his hand. The creature collapsed, writhing in agony. The wings seemed to shrink, as did the spine and the claws. It was a horrifying sight. And eventually all that was let was a small, naked man, huddled in the fetal position, muttering.

"Rip you apart...Black Mask...off you go now...kill them all...Tech...Jarvis Tech...Francine...oh god no, Francine, Francine," the pitiful creature sobbed. Tom knelt down next to him, and lay his tattered cape over him.

"Jesus christ buddy, what happened to you?" he muttered, knowing he was looking into the eyes of a mad-man. Suddenly he grabbed Toms arm in a vice-like grip. Tom winced; it was slightly tender.

"Serum!...Serum...bad...hurts...bat...hurts us," he muttered, relaxing his grip. Tom rolled his eyes, and bundled him up in his arms. Then he began the long walk to Gotham Central Hospital.

​

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master

It's been four months and I'm still walking funneh. That tosser Slade really did a number on me, and I have every intention of gettin'im back. I have only meself to blame, really. For one, I went ahead and made the one mistake my profession can never afford; I wasn't prepared.
I was a right cocky bastard, and I got what was comin' ta me. That won't be happenin' next time, Wilson, you can count on that one.

But before I get to clippin' the fingers off Deathstroke, I've planned on paying my supervisor a visit. Seems he sent me on a suicide mission, tellin' me ta kill Wilson and all, and I don't appreciate that very much.
Powell, and whatever ****s are pulling his strings have been sending me on jobs doing their dirty work for a wee bit of time now, and they've yet to fulfill their part of our arrangement.

I've been waiting for half an hour in the man's office, and rarely have I seen an office that screams "PRICK!" as much as this one. God almighteh, it looks like it hasn't been touched for years, let alone by a human bein'.
No pictures of family, no letters from mates a his, not a single solitary droplet of ****e to speak of.
I've been waiting ferr a good hour when he finally shows up.

"Ye know, ye really should go ahead and get rid a these mirrors ye have in here. It's like leavin' tha back-door open for me."

Powell jumps slightly when he hears my voice, but is quick to catch himself. Almost without skippin' a beat, he responds. Bastard doesn't even face me.

"McCulloch. We haven't heard from you in months. We assumed you were d - - "

I cut'im off and begin walking towards him. "Off yer hands? You assumed Slade had done what you were hopin he'd do and offed me? 'Fraid not, boyo."

Pricks obviously startled by the sight a me. When he turns to face me, his near emotionless face gets ta look ye get when ye're faced with a problem you thought you'd solved.

"Obviously we underestimated you, McCulloch. Although.." he notices me limp and the bruises on my face, and continues with a wry smile. "...not by much."

He sets his suitcase down and turns around. He circles his desk and sits his fat ass down in a black leather-chair.
I approach his desk, my hand inside my coat pocket gripping the handle of a pistol. I''ve been wanting ta do this for a long time now..

"Very funny, mate. Shall we see if ye're still laughing when ye're dead?"

I pull the pistol out of my pocket and raise my arm, the barrel of the gun lined up with Powell's forehead.
I lay my finger on the trigger. The look on his face is....

"Ye seem awfully calm fer a dead man. Don't you want ta call your guards in 'ere? Go ahead. I'll be gone before you hit the floor, mate." I calmly state, trying ta hide my frustration.

And of all things, the bastard laughs. A roarin' laugh, too. Like I just told him the funniest bloody joke he ever did hear.

"You're not going to kill me, McCulloch." he laughs, every inch of me body screaming at me to wipe that smirk of his face.
Anger flares up in my eyes as I take a step closer to him.

"And why, pray tell, wouldn't I?"

"Have you forgotten our deal, Evan? Let me refresh your memory. You do whatever the hell we tell you to do. You kill whoever we tell you to kill. Maybe, one of these days, I'll tell you to wipe my ass, and you're going to have to do just that. And if you're a good little boy, McCulloch, maybe....maybe.....we give back what we took from you. You do remember, don't you?"

By now I'm red in the face. My hand is shakin' and my heart is beating almost out of my body.

"Oh, how you screamed and you hollered..." he continues in a mock voice " " OOOHHH, GIVE IT BACK TO ME! THAT'S MINE! NO!" " he laughs again.

"If you kill me, boy, you'll never see it again. The second my heart stops beating, it'll be broken into a million little pieces. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

There's a silence in the air, deadly as any weapon.
I lower the pistol, and spit back at him. "One a these days, Powell...one a these days, I am going ta be holdin your still beatin' heart in me own two hands."

I turn around and storm towards the mirror I entered through.

"That's a good boy, McCulloch. I'll call you when I have a job for you."

I sink into the mirror, and vanish.
​

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master

The moment I get back to the apartment I've made mine, I lose it. Screaming, I turn around and slam my fist into the mirror I came through. It splinters, slivers of glass burying themselves in my knuckle.
I storm out of the bathroom, pistol drawn, firing at everything. As the gun punches back with each shot, the bullets fly into the wall, the television, the front door. When I hear the click of the empty weapon, I hurl it at a window, which shatters upon impact.

"*********!!! ***IN' HELL RYAAAAAAARRRRGHH!!!!"

I slam my already bleeding fist into the wall. The pain sears through my entire body, but at this point you could hit me with a bloody sledgehammer and I'd keep on truckin'.
Finally I fall to my knees. I growl and slam my open hand to the wall, shaking with fury.
I'll find a way ta butcher Powell and everyone he works fer, and get what's mine.
My body screams at me to lie down. My muscles are aching, my bones weary.
I pass out right there on the bloody floor.

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*BLEEP' 'BLEEP' *BLEEP*

Woken up by the sound of singing angels? Not quite.
I open my eyes to discover I'm still on the floor. My entire body feels like it's been through a grinder. I roll over and notice the source of that bleedin' noise. Another cellphone; this time it's orange and green. A big bloody improvement over the last one.

*BLEEP* *BLEEP* *BLEEP*

Powell's words swim through me head. "Call you when we have a job for ya" he said. Bastard.
I'd like to nothin' more than ta take that phone and shove it right up his arse. But even as I pick myself up off the floor and grab it, preparing to chuck it out the window, I remind myself that, at the moment, those ****s have the upper hand.
I can't risk having them destroy what they stole from me.
I answer the phone expecting ta hear Powell's smug voice respond. 'Cept it ain't.

"Is this McCulloch?"

I hesitate for a while, but in the end curiosity gets the best a me.

"Supposin' it is. who're you and how'd ya get this number?"

Without a moments hesitation, the man on the other end responds.

"You can call me Mills. I am Powell's supervisor. Powell, your contact."

"Yeah, yeah, I've had the pleasure of meetin 'im. Alright then, Mills, my second question still stands."

"I'm calling you directly because I have an offer for you. An offer that is miles over Powell's head. Are you interested?"

I smile and chuckle, the chance of getting back at Powell, however slight, tickles my crotch like noone's business.

"Ooh, I like ye already, Millsy boy. What'd ya have in mind, then?"

What comes next is the stuff dreams are made of.

"My associates and I have become increasingly distrusting of Powell. His actions lately have been reckless. We cannot afford him getting caught, as that would be very bad for business. We've decided to....rectify the situation by removing him from the equation."

As God almighty as my witness, I almost piss meself.

"Seeing as you, McCulloch, are the only one in a long list of assassins at our service that can actually get close to him with a moments notice, we are prepared to make you a one-time only deal. "

And then he says it. He's been buildin' up to it, the bastard, but then he says it.

"You take out Powell and you'll be released from your contract. You will receive the object that you obviously want back, and we go our separate ways."

This time, I'm the one answerin' without skipping a beat.

"Deal."
​

 

[Batman]

I quietly watch from the shadows as the metahumans who probably saved a countless thousand, today, greet eachother with comfort and humility. Metropolis is safe, as are it's citizens... thanks to these people. Perhaps I was wrong to misjudge Superman, before. But that doesn't mean there will never be a need for my distrust of him to return. He still has an alarming resource of power, evidenced by the mere fact that he survived the blast when he shouldn't have. When no living organism could have, by any odds. Brainiac's threat is over, that much is certain... but how long before these individuals infront of me become the threat?

I push it to the back of my mind. My job here is done: Brainiac, and possibly the OMAC virus he managed to spread, is defeated. But my work is far from completed, in my city. Gotham calls to me with the approached dawn.

As my thoughts of leaving occur, the remaining metahumans turn to me. One, the green... almost martian-esque looking defender, fills me with discomfort as I find myself staring back into crimson eyes. The other two, I've made allies of, on this quickly fading night. Their combined looks expect the very same open comfort of me that they did of eachother. But I cannot find it. I only find questions, concerns... and more distrust. But they deserve none of my accusations, for the moment... so I keep them hidden, as I turn around.

"I'm not one for introduction,", I begin. "I let my work speak for itself."

My eyes meet Superman's, all-telling in my expression. He knows the truth about me. More distrust to be shared, unfortunately. But he has proven himself... a momentary hero, if nothing else. The expression fades, as I turn around, completely, to face him.

"You've saved your city. I won't admit that I don't find comfort in knowing I played a part... but I have my own to go back to. So if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave.", I finish, before making my way to the Planet's rooftop edge.

"By the way. I trust if we can do our jobs accordingly, and keep the world as safe as we claim to make it, then we won't be required to meet again."

No arguments come my way, partly because I don't let them, as I take a line and throw it, before taking to the city's skyline. I made my opinions on the ordeal clear... I can only hope, now, that I'm left alone to persue in enacting my debt to Gotham. Because that is the only purpose I wish to serve.

Now, however, I have an entirely new problem. Transportation back to the city...

 

[Andy C.]

(IC: )

I must admit that it's disappointing to see the Batman reject our trust. He gives the impression that he is a hard-hearted man, one who is beyond emotion. Yet I can't help but feel there's more to him than that. Anyone who would so willingly risk his own life for the sake of others cannot be completely without merit.

Still, I suppose he has his own path to follow, as do the rest of us.

"The fight is over, but there is still much to be done. There are still a million people down there who have been uprooted from their homes and families. While it's something of a small miracle that the city wasn't entirely destroyed, much of the area has suffered damage. And there is still the question of Luthor's involvement in all of this."

I take to the air, giving Superman and J'onn J'onnzz one last look.

"I'm going to go to the authorities and see what I can do to lend aid. I trust the two of you will find ways to help as well."

 

[Spike_x1]

Clark smiled as Batman took his leave. Don't worry, Wayne. Your secret is safe with me.

Turning to Wonder Woman, he replied, "First, I have to take care of this," he gestured with the glass container nestled in his arm, "and then I'll be helping the ambulances make their way to the hospitals through the clogged streets."

Just before he could fly off, a thought struck Superman. He looked briefly at the Martian and back to Diana. "You know... there's no telling when something like this incident might happen again. Heaven knows that no single one of us could've defeated Brainiac alone. An... organized team could come in handy once again someday."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

I quietly watch from the shadows as the metahumans who probably saved a countless thousand, today, greet eachother with comfort and humility. Metropolis is safe, as are it's citizens... thanks to these people. Perhaps I was wrong to misjudge Superman, before. But that doesn't mean there will never be a need for my distrust of him to return. He still has an alarming resource of power, evidenced by the mere fact that he survived the blast when he shouldn't have. When no living organism could have, by any odds. Brainiac's threat is over, that much is certain... but how long before these individuals infront of me become the threat?

I push it to the back of my mind. My job here is done: Brainiac, and possibly the OMAC virus he managed to spread, is defeated. But my work is far from completed, in my city. Gotham calls to me with the approached dawn.

As my thoughts of leaving occur, the remaining metahumans turn to me. One, the green... almost martian-esque looking defender, fills me with discomfort as I find myself staring back into crimson eyes. The other two, I've made allies of, on this quickly fading night. Their combined looks expect the very same open comfort of me that they did of eachother. But I cannot find it. I only find questions, concerns... and more distrust. But they deserve none of my accusations, for the moment... so I keep them hidden, as I turn around.

"I'm not one for introduction,", I begin. "I let my work speak for itself."

My eyes meet Superman's, all-telling in my expression. He knows the truth about me. More distrust to be shared, unfortunately. But he has proven himself... a momentary hero, if nothing else. The expression fades, as I turn around, completely, to face him.

"You've saved your city. I won't admit that I don't find comfort in knowing I played a part... but I have my own to go back to. So if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave.", I finish, before making my way to the Planet's rooftop edge.

"By the way. I trust if we can do our jobs accordingly, and keep the world as safe as we claim to make it, then we won't be required to meet again."

No arguments come my way, partly because I don't let them, as I take a line and throw it, before taking to the city's skyline. I made my opinions on the ordeal clear... I can only hope, now, that I'm left alone to persue in enacting my debt to Gotham. Because that is the only purpose I wish to serve.

Now, however, I have an entirely new problem. Transportation back to the city...

The Atom notices that the OMACs are starting to wake up and look human again.

I guess the gang in Metropolis pulled it off. Maybe I can get through to Batman this time.

She says, "Batman? This is Atom just thought I'd let you know that the OMACs in Gotham are starting to recover. Looks like we held the line for the night once again, and Dawes, Gordon, & The Mayor were safe the whole time. They are currently trying to lead the recovery efforts here."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Giganta!

Doris arrives at Balton labs she tells the receptionist that she is there to see Dr. Bell.

At first she resists then she says, "You tell him that I am here on behalf of Brice Taylor. Trust me I know he'll see me."

The Receptionist places the call and says, "Oh I am sorry Dr. Bell yes sir right away."

Doris makes her way back to Dr. Bell's office and says, "Frank we need to talk."

Bells says, "About what?"

Doris says, "Oh I don't know, maybe about the Ulti-Bod 2100, about how it's a peice of junk. Brice Taylor how he's a slime-ball in an Armani suit...or maybe the crap you have been pumpming into my apartment or spreading on my food?"

Bell replies, "What are you talking about Miss Zuel?"

She dumps the clothes she ripped out of earlier and says, "This slime-ball! This morning those clothes fit prefectly. Then I began experiencing certain side-effects such as growth."

She glares at Bell and says, "I took steroids in college you don't think I don't know what the hell is going on? Only this steroid has an intreresting side-effect."

With that she begins to will herself to grow right in front of Dr. Bell. Just before her clothes begin to rip.

Doris says, "Convinced? Because there is no way I am doing a strip-tease in front of you."

Bell takes out a syringe and takes a blood sample. He then conducts a battery of MRI's and ultrasounds.

When he is done Bell steps out of the room makes a call and then says, "Follow me."

He takes her to a large testing room and throws a red & yello jump-suit at her.

Bell says, "This is suit is made out of free moving molecules. It shoud expand with your height. You are not the first test case concerning size manipulation, but you are the first successful one. My theory is that the steroids already in your system caused your system to balance out in a matter of speaking. Get changed and let's see what you can do."

Doris slips into the suit and Bell says, "Stand in the middle of the floor and see how high you can go. That ceiling is at least 50 feet."

Doris concentrates and begins to grow she hits the top of the ceiling and says, "I still feel like I can keep going."

Bell is amazed and says, "Just a moment" and opens the door. Brice Taylor walks in the room

Doris returns to normal size and walks towards them.

She says, "Just what are you two planning?"

Brice replies, "Nothing for you to be concerned with Doris. We were just thinking of marketing opportunities. Scientific stuff as well. Trust me babe you are about to become a very big star. Of course Doris as your financial advisors and managers we will have to get a cut as well. "

Doris says, "You think you two can turn me into some kind of freak and then make money of me? Like hell you can!"

She grows to 50 feet and says, "Doris Zuel is gone now there's a new girl in town. Her name is Giganta, and you know I don't feel like giving anyone a cut. I want it all and I want it now!"

Giganta grabs a peice of the air duct drops it on the two and slams it on top of the two men squashing them like grapes.

Giganta returns to normal size as the security detail breaks into the room

The Security detail questions her and she tells them that the air-duct just fell.

They have no choice but to believe her and let her go.

Giganta gets in her car and drives away. As she does she calls her agent and fires him.

She says, "Howard I'm done with this place. I think it's time for me to move on. Maybe...Metropolis or Gotham haven't decided yet."

She hangs up the phoine and drives away.

 

[Green Lantern]

I smile and fidget with my hands.

"Well, cuz. See, Jenna, Missy, and Mandy heard at school that I was The Flash's cousin. So, they persuaded me into showing them around the house. I was showing them around my room."

"How come you don't have on underwear?"

I start to blush and I hide underneath the covers even more.

"Umm, I spilled some soda all over my clothes and I was changing when you walked in."

"So, you were chaning your clothes with these girls in your room?"

Barry's smiling, he's really enjoying this.

"...Did I mention they're all cheerleaders?"

"Jenna's not! She's a gymnist. Yeah, she can put her legs behind her head."

"......."

"......"

"Alright girls, I'm sure you've had enough of a show. Now vamoose, I gotta talk to Quickie here myself."

After the girls left, Barry gave Bart a stern look.

"I let you live here, out of the kindness of my heart, and you turn the joint into a brothel? You're grounded, Mister. For a month."

Out of Tina's sight he winked at Bart.

 

[Batman]

It takes hours of manouvering through Metropolis' Suicide Slum district before I finally reach the Eastern Piers. Metropolis isn't a city I know, especially in comparison to Gotham... that much is apparent. But I made arrangements, long ago, to make sure that Wayne Enterprises' influence remained in any city availible across the continent, where I have actual established power. It only slighty eases both my mental and physical wounds to know that such efforts have been proven unwasted.

After tapping in the universal combination, in the security clearance module, I make my way into the marked warehouse, and shut the door behind me. Bruce Wayne made clear that this storage facility is not to be touched... and thankfully, those orders were abided. I limp forward, through the darkness of the sanction, as it envelops and comforts me. Brainiac may be defeated, but his damage is clearly done. I feel my mind reel at the... images, of my parents. The distractions that souless machine created to try and accept my fate as one of his twisted Omacs. I resisted... then. But the mere recollection of hearing their voices... seeing their faces again... it's something that may haunt me for a long time.

Limping over, I grab the nearest light terminal, and activate it, illuminating the entire room. Multiple crates greet me, among tarped medical equipment and stored projects forged from the minds of some of Gotham City's most potentially extraordinary scientists. But no weapons. No vehicles, cheap theatrics... anything I can use, to reload for my trek back to Gotham. Even the proper communication tools are beyond my grasp, to charter a Wayne jet, or to contact Alfred for pickup. And truth be told, these problems are the least of my immediate worries... I'm losing blood, from the attack I recieved on Brainiac's ship. I can already feel my head going light. Have to fight it... block it out. Gotham cannot suffer... and I cannot allow it to.

I lean against a crate, and slink to the floor. My breath's becoming faint, as the sunlight dwells upon the top of my cowl. Batman... The Batman can't leave these grounds, and expect to get anywhere. I need to find a change... change of clothes. A passport, ident... identification. An albi. Everything I need to fool the staff at Metropolis National. It's the only way... only way I can get back. Only way I can... resume my duty. My destiny, to protect the innocent... and punish the guilty... of my city...

Grasping the crate, I force myself up. Vision's blurry. Heartrate's accellerating. Ears pounding. Fear inducing signs, to any other man... but good ones, to me. Means I'm still alive, even for the moment. I make my way deeper into the warehouse, grabbing onto any crates I need in order to maintain conciousness and awareness. Passing out isn't going to do me any good, with the wounds I've accquired. Need medical attention... even if amatuerish, through my or Alfred's limited experience.

I finally found the certain crate I seek. Among the medical suppies... one labelled 'bandage cartridges'. The ones used for operating rooms, particularly the hospital where my father used to practice medicine. It isn't much... and there's nothing here I can use to null the pain... but it'll stop the bleeding. I try to pry the crate open... to no use. Bolted shut. Losing my patience, I smash into it with a fist. Even with the armor, my knuckle cracks... but leaves a considerable hole in the crate. Pulling it open, I break through, fish out the bandages, and begin wrapping them on. My arms, chest cavity, abdominals, the back of my neck where the plug to those machines was singed... everything. It all needs covered, and given the proper time to heal. The first, I'm willing to comply with. The second, I'm not entirely sure...

After bandaging myself, I grab one of the crates, and collaspe upon it, pulling back my cowl. It's a momentary rest I've thrived for since before this entire odreal... before Brainiac, before my tiring trek through Metropolis... every bit of pain numbs itself, as I let my cape, gloves, and belt drop to the floor. I know what I need to do next... try to find the employee lockers on the docks, break into them, seize a uniform, and travel to the airport. I already have the excuse in mind... a date stole my wallet, credit cards, and left me dry in our suite. The hotel kicked me out, and I need a way back home. Plausible enough. Predictable enough, of Bruce Wayne. But sickening, to actually imagine myself in such a position...

Moments pass, before the communicator in my cowl springs back to life. I thought it had died, up in Brainiac's ship, because of the sonics I used on the Omacs... but apparentally, that isn't so. Lifting my cowl off of the floor, I reach into the hollow ear, and pull it out, listening to the message inside. I already recognise the voice... we met just hours ago, after all.

"*bzzt* -s is The Atom. Just thought I'd *zzzt*et you know that the OMACs in Gotham are starting to recover. Looks like we held the line for *zzzt*-once again, and Dawes, Gordon, & The Mayor were safe the whole time. They are currently trying to lead the recovery efforts her *zzz*."

The message stops, as a momentary smirk graces my lips, in satisfaction. It seems at least one of my night's allies has proven their effecient worth, on a personal level to me. I owe her a debt... probably one I'll never be able to repay. But she's assumed a role I've been unable to reclaim... until now. My mind becomes vivid, once more, as the remaining blood rushes through my body.

"...'Atom',", I begin, unsure of what else to call her. "This is The Batman. I recieved your message... you've done well. Far better than I could've hoped, in our mutual situation. I thank you for looking after the city in my abscence... but the task I gave you has run it's course. I'm... returning to Gotham as soon as possible."

I glance down at the cowl that stares at me.

"It's time my city was taken back from this madness."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

It takes hours of manouvering through Metropolis' Suicide Slum district before I finally reach the Eastern Piers. Metropolis isn't a city I know, especially in comparison to Gotham... that much is apparent. But I made arrangements, long ago, to make sure that Wayne Enterprises' influence remained in any city availible across the continent, where I have actual established power. It only slighty eases both my mental and physical wounds to know that such efforts have been proven unwasted.

After tapping in the universal combination, in the security clearance module, I make my way into the marked warehouse, and shut the door behind me. Bruce Wayne made clear that this storage facility is not to be touched... and thankfully, those orders were abided. I limp forward, through the darkness of the sanction, as it envelops and comforts me. Brainiac may be defeated, but his damage is clearly done. I feel my mind reel at the... images, of my parents. The distractions that souless machine created to try and accept my fate as one of his twisted Omacs. I resisted... then. But the mere recollection of hearing their voices... seeing their faces again... it's something that may haunt me for a long time.

Limping over, I grab the nearest light terminal, and activate it, illuminating the entire room. Multiple crates greet me, among tarped medical equipment and stored projects forged from the minds of some of Gotham City's most potentially extraordinary scientists. But no weapons. No vehicles, cheap theatrics... anything I can use, to reload for my trek back to Gotham. Even the proper communication tools are beyond my grasp, to charter a Wayne jet, or to contact Alfred for pickup. And truth be told, these problems are the least of my immediate worries... I'm losing blood, from the attack I recieved on Brainiac's ship. I can already feel my head going light. Have to fight it... block it out. Gotham cannot suffer... and I cannot allow it to.

I lean against a crate, and slink to the floor. My breath's becoming faint, as the sunlight dwells upon the top of my cowl. Batman... The Batman can't leave these grounds, and expect to get anywhere. I need to find a change... change of clothes. A passport, ident... identification. An albi. Everything I need to fool the staff at Metropolis National. It's the only way... only way I can get back. Only way I can... resume my duty. My destiny, to protect the innocent... and punish the guilty... of my city...

Grasping the crate, I force myself up. Vision's blurry. Heartrate's accellerating. Ears pounding. Fear inducing signs, to any other man... but good ones, to me. Means I'm still alive, even for the moment. I make my way deeper into the warehouse, grabbing onto any crates I need in order to maintain conciousness and awareness. Passing out isn't going to do me any good, with the wounds I've accquired. Need medical attention... even if amatuerish, through my or Alfred's limited experience.

I finally found the certain crate I seek. Among the medical suppies... one labelled 'bandage cartridges'. The ones used for operating rooms, particularly the hospital where my father used to practice medicine. It isn't much... and there's nothing here I can use to null the pain... but it'll stop the bleeding. I try to pry the crate open... to no use. Bolted shut. Losing my patience, I smash into it with a fist. Even with the armor, my knuckle cracks... but leaves a considerable hole in the crate. Pulling it open, I break through, fish out the bandages, and begin wrapping them on. My arms, chest cavity, abdominals, the back of my neck where the plug to those machines was singed... everything. It all needs covered, and given the proper time to heal. The first, I'm willing to comply with. The second, I'm not entirely sure...

After bandaging myself, I grab one of the crates, and collaspe upon it, pulling back my cowl. It's a momentary rest I've thrived for since before this entire odreal... before Brainiac, before my tiring trek through Metropolis... every bit of pain numbs itself, as I let my cape, gloves, and belt drop to the floor. I know what I need to do next... try to find the employee lockers on the docks, break into them, seize a uniform, and travel to the airport. I already have the excuse in mind... a date stole my wallet, credit cards, and left me dry in our suite. The hotel kicked me out, and I need a way back home. Plausible enough. Predictable enough, of Bruce Wayne. But sickening, to actually imagine myself in such a position...

Moments pass, before the communicator in my cowl springs back to life. I thought it had died, up in Brainiac's ship, because of the sonics I used on the Omacs... but apparentally, that isn't so. Lifting my cowl off of the floor, I reach into the hollow ear, and pull it out, listening to the message inside. I already recognise the voice... we met just hours ago, after all.

"*bzzt* -s is The Atom. Just thought I'd *zzzt*et you know that the OMACs in Gotham are starting to recover. Looks like we held the line for *zzzt*-once again, and Dawes, Gordon, & The Mayor were safe the whole time. They are currently trying to lead the recovery efforts her *zzz*."

The message stops, as a momentary smirk graces my lips, in satisfaction. It seems at least one of my night's allies has proven their effecient worth, on a personal level to me. I owe her a debt... probably one I'll never be able to repay. But she's assumed a role I've been unable to reclaim... until now. My mind becomes vivid, once more, as the remaining blood rushes through my body.

"...'Atom',", I begin, unsure of what else to call her. "This is The Batman. I recieved your message... you've done well. Far better than I could've hoped, in our mutual situation. I thank you for looking after the city in my abscence... but the task I gave you has run it's course. I'm... returning to Gotham as soon as possible."

I glance down at the cowl that stares at me.

"It's time my city was taken back from this madness."

The Atom sits on the rooftop for a moment and says, "Look Batman taking care of this city is more than just a one hero job. I may not have your resources but I know I can help."

She takes deep breath and says, "I will do what I can to help our city, because I live here too. I don't mean to sound like a b**** but I can make a difference so don't even try to shut me out."

She stands up and says, "I know your secret and so in the name of fairplay and the fact that Rachel Dawes knows my secret. Remember last year Star-Labs annual ball was held at your estate. Well let me leave it at this she has forgiven me for spilling the tray of drinks on her and if you're still upset send me your tux I'll have it dry-cleaned for you care of Dr. Rhiannon Palmer."

The Atom floats off of the roof and says, "Oh and congrats on your mission in Metropolis."

 

[Blacklight]

​

"What a night..."

I opened the door of my apartment and walked in, closing the door behind me.

"Zach! Where are you?"

I heard a faint voice.

"In my room, Zee!"

I came over to his door and saw my little cousin playing with his Spider-Man action figures. He was only seven.

"It's twenty after eight. Time for bed. Go wash up."

"Okie dokie."

His little voice put a smile on my face. I remember when I first brought him into my care two years ago. His parents, my aunt and uncle, were killed in a car accident. He didn't have any direct family except my father, but he's dissappeared long ago, so I took Zach in. I love him to death, but supporting him has been tough. My show doesn't exactly pay much and you don't get payed for being a super-hero, so I've had to get a second job. One that I regret ever getting. He came back in his little bunny pajamas and he hugged my leg, waiting to be tucked in.

"Come on, little guy."

I picked him up in my arms and lied him down in his bed and tucked him in.

"Zee?"

"Yes, Zach."

"Could you sing me a song?"

"Sure thing. Hush little Zachie, don't say a word. Zatanna's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, Zatanna's gonna get you a diamond ring...."

His little eyes closed slowly and he fell asleep. I then leaned in and kissed his forehead.

"Good night, Zachary." I whispered in his ear. It was these little moments that warmed me. Gave me purpose. Part of the reason I do what I do is for him and so he has a good, safe future. I looked at the clock and realized the time.

"Oh crap! Eight-Thirty! The appointment."

I rushed quietly out of Zach's room and magically changed into my 'Mistress' outfit, and my cell phone began to ring.

"This is the Mistress. Yes. I'm on my way right now. Calm down. Do you have the money? Okay. Good. I'll be right there. Bye."

CLICK

I put my cell phone back in my purse. I was running out of time. I'm going to have to use magic.

"Eno xis evif tnemtrapa rats!"

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I arrived at the apartment where my appointment was scheduled. I opened the door to find a shaky, nervous man standing in side. I pulled out a card that I got with his info on it and read the name.

"Are -y-y-you th-the M-m-mis-mistress?"

"That depends. Tech? Jarvis Tech?"

"Y-y-yes. That's m-my name."

"Okay then. let's get things started. First off, there's rules. Rule one: I am for fetish uses only. Nothing else. Rule two: Cash. Up front. Before we begin. Rule three, and the most important: No sex. None. Absolutely no sex, and if you try, well... let's just say that i'll be removing something you don't want removed. Got it?"

"Y-y-y-ye-yes."

"Good. I guess all that's left is payment."

He handed me a bundle of cash. I counted it. Fifteen-hundred. All in twenties. I stuffed it in my purse and put it on the table.

"Now that everything's in order, what's your fetish?"

"F-f-f-f-fuh-feet."

"Of course. Okay, then. Let's get this over with."

I walked onto the bed and removed my boot, revealing my fishnet stockinged foot. He then came over to the other side of the bed as I rested on the headboard. He then gently grabbed my foot and started to suck on my toes. I accidently giggled a bit and startled him.

"W-w-wh-what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just a little ticklish, but it's fine. Continue.

Then he resumed and I started to think about how becoming a fetish doll was one of the worst decisions i've ever made.....

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[Apprentice]

​

"An... organized team could come in handy once again someday."

With that, J'onn was alone, his only companiony the gentle breeze that danced across his face. He supposed that he should have made the offer that he had been recruited to make, as he had many times before...but no. He had far too much respect for his newfound allies to drag them into what he still suspected was a slightly corrupt government project; with a man like Manchester Black at its head, it simply had to have its dark secrets. The Martian exhaled, rising slowly into the skies and directing himself towards the Leviathan. A major threat had been averted, and although he had played but a small role - he felt proud to have been involved at all.

"Handy, indeed," he said softly, to no one but himself.​