The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Byrd Man]

"Bart, you grab the kid, I'll get the creep. On three."

Barry whispered to Bart, who seemed eager and restless.

"One, two, run as fast as you can, three!"

Pictures fell from the wall as a gust of wind accompanied the speedsters, and McCulloch's chest exploded in pain as he was pounded on several times in one second.

I pluck the kid from McCulloch's arms as Bary lays the smack down on him.

"Here you go, kid."

I set the kid down and turn to the fight going on. I charge my hands as I rush Barry and McCulloch.

"Contact!!"

I place my hands on the Scotsman chest and surge the electricty into his chest.

"CLEAR!!!"

 

[Feature]

Rex Tyler: Hourman
Season II - Part 3


Rex Tyler left the lab late that night, leaving his list of test subjects with Victor Bannermain's secretary. He'd picked the subjects at random, letting God decide who would be condemned.

From the lab, Rex went straight to the bar. He got roaring drunk, placed a square of perforated blotter paper on his tongue, and let the LSD take him away. He vaguely remembered getting thrown out of the bar... nothing was clear. But the colors! The colors were so vibrant! So alive! He felt like he could just swim in them forever, smelling their smells and drinking their exotic tastes!


**********


After a wild trip like that one, Rex was always impressed that he was able to find his way home. He woke up in his own bed, and quickly checked to see if there was a prostitute beside him. No. Thank heaven for small favors.

He got out of bed, and stumbled lazily to the fridge, where he took a long swallow of milk. He immediately gagged and spit half of the curdled beverage onto the floor. He checked the expiry date... two weeks ago.

"Damn it."

He chuked the carton into the garbage and proceeded to his office. As he poured himself into the chair, he noticed a very dirty paper on the desk. He picked it up, smoothed it out, and stared at it curiously.

The formula for his miracle drug had been altered. It actually looked to have been finished. Rex recognized the handwriting as his own, though he did not remember writing this.

"Did I do this last night?" He wondered.

Rex made a few calculations and was dumbstruck when he was through. It was right! Everything checked out! It was finally perfected! Rex couldn't believe it! He had finally done something right!

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Tyler? It's Victor! Where the hell have you been all morning?"

"Nowhere! I mean... I was here!"

"Hmmm... I think I know what that means..."

"No! I didn't... I was just, uh--"

"Look, I need you to get down here right away, okay?"

"What? Why? I don't start for another two hours..."

"Just get down here, Tyler. It's important."

Hearing the ominous tone in Victor's voice, Rex tensed up.

"Victor? What is this about?"

Victor sighed.

"One of the test subjects. She, uh... she's dead."​

 

[SenseiofCheese]

I pluck the kid from McCulloch's arms as Bary lays the smack down on him.

"Here you go, kid."

I set the kid down and turn to the fight going on. I charge my hands as I rush Barry and McCulloch.

"Contact!!"

I place my hands on the Scotsman chest and surge the electricty into his chest.

"CLEAR!!!"

With a pain I've rarely felt in my entire life, blue energy snakes itself over and into my entire body. Like a sack of bloody potatoes I'm thrown across the room and I crash into a wall. When my body hits the floor, I twitch and spasm as the currents of electricity course through my veins, and it feels like fire.

"I...Ii...I'll k-k-kill y-y-you....s-swear t-to God...." I struggle to say, as I slip into unconsciousness.

 

[Green Lantern]

With a pain I've rarely felt in my entire life, blue energy snakes itself over and into my entire body. Like a sack of bloody potatoes I'm thrown across the room and I crash into a wall. When my body hits the floor, I twitch and spasm as the currents of electricity course through my veins, and it feels like fire.

"I...Ii...I'll k-k-kill y-y-you....s-swear t-to God...." I struggle to say, as I slip into unconsciousness.

"And I'm Santa Clause. Ho ho ho."

Barry turned to Bart.

"Listen, kiddo. You done good. Thanks. Welcome to the club. Want to be the one that takes the garbage out?"

 

[Karem-Knight]

A brutally murdered British solider, named Joshua Forking had acted as the Sprit of Vengeance long enough, his time was near to enter the kingdom of God, the Spectre, named Aztar walked along to his grave standing there, invisible to the world, he stood at the exact spot, Joshua Forking was shot needlessly by Natzi soldiers back in World War II.

“You have sevred your master well, Joshua, our time has judge, jury and executor is finished, you may leave now, enjoy the paradise that I once knew that has since been taken from me!”



And with that, a skeleton lay down on the ground and the Spectre vanished into thing air.

My lord, I have served you well, I have repented enough, acted as your solider, PLEASE my lord, let me back into your kingdom, like I have so many! Please my lord, I swear, that I will not violate you again my lord………..


LORD!


His pleas, once again unanswered like they have been before.

Gotham City, Midnight:

I wake up, in some ****e’s room, her heroin kit on the floor making a mess out of it, my head feels like hell, checking the time. Three O’clock in the morning have to get out of here and get home before the wife starts asking questions.

I grab my 45 and my carrier, strapping it on getting my jeans and shirt on, the ***** wakes up,

“Hey where do you think your going?”


“Go back to bed!”

“Hey, I’m not leaving till you pay me!” She get’s up her frail legs about to make her fall, don’t know if she’s high or drunk or diseased, doesn’t matter either way, I continue walking,

“Hey get back here!” She grabs my shoulder, making my shoulder scratched,

”ARGH!”


It starts bleeding, the *****.

“You like it rough, Huh!?”


I clench my fist and punch her in the nose, blood all over her nose and she falls right back, I make my way to door and hear her crying and screaming, saying that she’ll get her pimp to get her money, whatever, her pimp’s called Hanky, and I know him pretty well, let’s just say I allow his business to go off without disturbances and I get a free let’s say “oral examination” out of it.

Heading down the fire escape my head really feels like hell and I go to the hell hole that is Gotham’s alleyways, bunch of crack addicts and homeless people asking me for change, I ignore them heading to the car.

Finally, I’m here, I open the car door and get in, starting the engine the car radio comes on, I start switching the channels, Rolling Stones, now there’s a band I can listen to all the time.

Reversing the car and driving off into the city, I look at my details, a little self-esteem I enjoy.

[FONT=&quot] Detective. Jim Corrigan GCPD[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Age: 47 1982982037802[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Rank: Lieutenant[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Location: Gotham City [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]This officer is allowed to carry a fire arm, and other offensive weapons; he is also allowed to subdue anyone breaking the law.[/FONT]

I reach my house, parking next to it I open it up and close the door arriving at the front door, opening it, the dog comes running towards me and I just kick it away, Stupid mut.

Jennifer comes to me, and asks “Where were you?”

I come up with the first thing to come to mind.

“A young woman was shot, killed and raped, I ugh, had to tell the family, the mother panicked and grabbed me, it’s been a rough day, I need some sleep if that’s all right!”

“Oh my god!, er yeah just go on ahead.”


“Thanks!”

I head up stairs, another day in this worthless hell hole, eh, at least I get more money that the honest cops, and a good high never hurt anyone.

 

[Green Lantern]

t'd been months since his family lost their head. This Batman had been making life miserable for the Falcone family. Thorne's men were just as bad. The strangle hold the family had once had on Gotham was now just a face caress. As Tony sat behind his desk, he pondered what he could do. Every man they had set up to take Carmine's place had been taken out or put away just as fast. Gazzo dead, Aprile jailed, Abruzzi dead, they needed something, and Tony had an idea. He shoved his chair out from under the desk and started walking to the door, on the way he grabbed his pistol out from under the pillow beside his sleeping wife. He kissed her forehead, and quietly closed the front door behind him. No need to wake her or the kids at this time in the morning.

Half an hour later, he pulled his Lexus into the driveway of the current boss, Luigi Tieri. He wrapped on the door, and minutes later the older Italian opened the door, still wiping sleep from his eyes. "Tony, my best capo. To what do I owe the pleasure? Come in."

"We need to talk Lu. We's gots problems."

As Tony walked into the other mobster's parlor, Luigi shut the door behind him. "I know Tony, and I'm working on it."

"Working on it Lu? How the f**k are the other capos gonna take it when they find out its their boss selling out to Gordon and his b**ches? The f**k did you expect me to take it?"

Luigi's face turned red at the accusations that Tony had just thrown at him. He shoved Tony and started yelling. "The f**king nerve you've got. Accusing me, of wearing a wire you fat f**k! You're lucky I don't shoot you right here and now you motherf**ker!"

"I got nerve? Yeah, I got the nerve to do what needs to be done, unlike our lame duck f**king don. You sit on your flabby ass all f**king day while your soldiers and lieutenants get their f**king brains splattered or go to the f**king slab. It took a coup all those years ago to get this family on top, and it's gonna take another one to get us back on top. Your lazy as**ole's the sacrificial lamb you morose son of a b**ch."

Luigi's eyes went wide as he realized what was happening, and Tony pulled the Glock from his hidden holster. There was the puff of a silenced shot as a bullet blasted out the back of Tieri's head. As the body hit the ground, Tony was already leaned over him with his Gerber, cutting out the tongue of his former boss.

Tony threw the dead body into a plastic sack to avoid getting blood on the leather interior of his car. He drove the body out to the 'Cat's Meow' club, that fronted the business. The club was closed for the night, and the sun was just coming over the horizon as Tony used a wire to string up the former boss, before stuffing a dead rat in his now tongueless mouth.

At 8:00 in the morning when the boys showed up at the club to discuss the business, they saw the boss hanging limp, sign on his chest.

"This is what happens when you talk."

The other capos quickly pulled their boss down, and took the body inside the club.

The first captain to speak up was 'Lil Jimmy' Adonis. "Alrigh. Who did it? Who the **** took out the don?"

Joe Provenzone mumbled something which got him a shove from Jimmy.

"The **** did you just say?!"

"I said he's been actin a bit screwy. Getcher ****in hands off me, you little *****."

The arguing was cut short by a gunshot and plaster fell from the ceiling.

"Good. Now that I gots your attention. SHUT THE **** UP. Both of you. It was me."

As Jimmy started to open his mouth, Tony pulled the hammer back on his gun.

"I told you to shut the **** up. Now sit the **** down. I got my reason. He kept asking bout the casino job last week. All I gave him were nods, but he kept asking hoping to get a ****ing answer. I ripped his shirt open and found that goddamn wire laced up his rat **** chest. Think its a ****ing coinkydink that Gordon keeps getting our guys? **** him, and **** Tieri. ****ing rat bastard. But I think its what this family needed. An example set. I'm going to be the new boss, and if any of you girls got a problem with that, you can join the old boss. We clear?"

This time it was Jimmy who mumbled something.

"Got somethin to say? Wanna speak up so the whole ****ing class can hear you?"

"I said Crystal, 'BOSS'" Jimmy said with the sarcasm evident.

*BANG*

Jimmy's brains splattered against the back wall.

"Stupid, Jimmy. Stupid. Anyone else wanna be a smartass?"

Everyone else shook their heads.

"Good. Now someone get me Corrigan on the line, I got a proposition for him."

 

[trustyside-kick]

IC:

The battle was chaotic, but such is its nature. Only the strongest and the bravest win a battle. The Green Lantern Corps pride themselves in their bravery and willpower, but from Despero's eyes he cannot help but smile with glee as their bravery and willpower is put up against a most harsh of tests. In the sky, it is almost like watching an asteroid shower from afar as more and more Green Lantern Corps rings fly away to find a new master. The casualties are endless.

And more is to come. But not just on the Green Lantern's side. Escape, Despero must...but he does not want this battle to be decided without already knowing the winning side. Such a strong hatred Despero feels, that he kill both Manhunter and Lantern alike; hoping to even the odds somewhat. He wants to Lanterns destroyed. Yes. But by his hand. So if he can enjoy them being nearly obliterated only to barely survive, than so be it. He can care less about the Manhunters anyway. Besides, he needs to get off this ship and these intergalactic mercenaries are just the ride he was looking for.

"Kill them all! Do not slow down your attacks until you see the rings fly from their fingers! No man escapes the Manhu--zzzz!"

Despero's arm cuts through the stomach of the machine with much ease. As he pulls his arm out, he makes sure to pull all and any wires possible. These machines are like bugs, they are...just when you think you've killed them more come about.

"Menace! Face the wrath of the Manhunters!"

"The wrath of the Manhunters is but a small grain of sand compared to Despero's might."

Despero fights the remaining Manhunters of the batallion, inflicting and receiving wounds. But he cannot give up, he must make it off Oa. Growing annoyed with the damned Manhunters, Despero spots two Green Lanterns fighting a short distance. After ripping the arms off of on Manhunter clean off, and then bashing its head in, Despero's gaze becomes fixated on the two Lanterns; from their body motions as they hide behind debris it looks like they are in love. They kiss each other and fly from behind the rocks, destroying the Manhunters in their path. Two Manhunters still standing to fight make an attack at Despero, but before they can make contact, they are decintegrated by a green luminous light.

Despero smirks, wiping some of the blood from his wounds, starts to run towards a Manhunter Carrier Ship. Before he is done with his toy Lanterns, he makes them face each other, charges their rings, and has them shoot each other in the heart. Once the damage is done, he releases them of his temporary hold, and leave them to die.

"Time to flee this wretched planet. The ever powerful Great Flame awaits my arrival."

After strapping into the cockpit of the transport ship, Despero eventually figures out, through trial and error, the launch codes, and escapes into the stars in an instant. All that loops throughout his mind is the location of the Flame of Py'tar, and the glory that is to come.

 

[trustyside-kick]

IC:

​

Gotham City.

Truly, while the time spent prior to this visit was much fun, this is where Brother Blood should've come first. It stinks of impurity; impurity he is going to cleanse...in blood.

He walks down the streets of Gotham City, and oddly enough doesn't receivemany odd looks his direction. Little does he know, America is full of peculiar people; and it has its heroes. But Brother Blood does not know of this, so he does not expect any troubles on his Religious Geocide.

He passes a tatoo shop, and sees a group of Gothic people standing around the corner of the shop on the outside smoking cigarettes. They all have
bizarre hair designs, and their tattoos are no more normal. Plus theclothes they wear...the skulls and the hearts with daggers through them...the entire vibe they come off with. Could Brother Blood have found potential followers in America? Perhaps it wasn't as impure after all.

"Woah! Killer threads, man."

"Yea, I like your...is that a skull? Awesome, man!"

"Hey, you got a girlfriend?"

Brother Blood looks at the gothic chick that walks up to him and curls her arm around his confused, and she winks.

"Or are you just looking for a good 'ol ****buddy?"

"I do not have time to indulge in meaningless pleasures."

"What are you, a ***, man?"

One of the guys gets up from leaning against the wall and the girl lets go of Brother Blood's arm as he gives her a most uncomfortable glare. The guy takes a puff of his cigarette, and blows the smoke in Brother Blood's face. Brother Blood looks his direction, and the man smirks.

"Oh, so now I got your attention, ***?"

If not the smoke, then realization is what causes Brother Blood to grow irritated in the stomach. Realization that these people are not potential, nor would they ever be worthy, of following the Church of Blood. These people are just like the rest: non-believers. This teaches him something, however. He must make better judgement. So he begins to walk away.

"Hey! I was talking to you!"

As soon as the guy places his hands upon Brother Blood's shoulders, Brother Blood stops.

"Unless you can stare me towards the new Cathedral around here, you can go ahead and take your hand off of my shoulder."

"Oh! So you're also a Jesus-boy, eh? Ain't that not allowed in your Church? Huh, ***?"

Now Brother Blood feels two things: impatience and offended. His Church? Such a Faith as the ones the Catholics follow can never be called his Faith, therefore he can never be his Church. How dare this vermin ever make such a conclusion. Brother Blood all the same smiles,however, and turns around.

"I am taking you are not a religious man?"

"Hell no, man. Ain't gonna ever find me looking for religion. It's all bogus, anyways."

"That's right. It is bogus; almost all of it. Exactly why I am going to rid the world of all the bogus religions."

"...Good luck killing almost everyone in the world, then."

"It isn't really that hard. You need but two things: the will to do it, and the correct Faith to drive you. It's as simple as--"

"AAARRGGHH!"

...that."

Brother Blood's hand rips through the guy's chest with little effort, and grabs his heart. He starts to widen his smile and give a pyschotic gaze into the man's eyes as he squeezes, crushing the man's heart. The gothic kid drops to the ground dead. The other gothic kids are in complete shock, and Brother Blood takes a turn at the corner.

 

[Byrd Man]

Rhiannon smiles and says, "Thank you Captain. It's just I know about making little things work in my favor."

She fixes herself a cup of coffee and says, "I wouldn't mind if my assignment here became extended. I mean know I am here only because of some deal making with the mayor's office and the Governor's office, but I would be willing to go through the licensing process to be assigned here."

Rhiannon takes a sip and says, "I enjoy working with you and Maggie I now see why JJ had sucn a high opinion of you both."

She takes another sip and says, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but the local press paints a pretty bleak picture of this Police Department with a broad brush of coruption. It's nice to see that isn't exactly true. That Rachel Dawes is right about you and Maggie and some guy named Bullock. You all are the best examples of this department doing their jobs."

Rhiannon sips again and notices Gordon look at her with concentration and nods.

She says, "You have the look of a man who has something on his mind. Something other than 'Good thing this case is over' like you wanna ask a favor."

I grab a smoke and light up, staring at Palmer over my glasses.

"If it's something you're dead serious about, well I could put in a word with Flass. See if we could get you on as a full time member of the Crime Scene unit?"

My coffee taste bitter, black just the way I like it. I gulp it down and look at Palmer, waiting for her answer.

 

[Byrd Man]

"And I'm Santa Clause. Ho ho ho."

Barry turned to Bart.

"Listen, kiddo. You done good. Thanks. Welcome to the club. Want to be the one that takes the garbage out?"

I lift up McCulloch's limp body, Barry helps me sling him onto my shoulders.

"So, what do you think of the name Impulse?"

 

[Karem-Knight]

Zod awaited in his ship on his transmission to Van-Mor, one of the three heads of the Kryptonian council, a hologram of his head appearing on the ship, in front of Zod.

“Hello, General, what is the update?”

[FONT=&quot]“My lord, we have prevailed!”

[/FONT]
Van-Mor gave a smile, looking at Zod,

”Good job, General. Where is General Rann?”


[FONT=&quot]“Were you, not informed?”[/FONT]

“No? What has happened?”

Zod gave a fake sigh, now was a good time to be an actor then ever, he looked at Van-Mor, with a sorrowful look.

[FONT=&quot]“[/FONT][FONT=&quot]General Rann’s ship, was, destroyed. The enemy managed to highjack his system, and Brainiac in the ship let out, we don’t know what happened, but bravely, General Rann, and his men destroyed the enemy base, crashing the ship into the hart of it, I, don’t know how many men were lost, but I do know that this could have put an end to the terriosm on Krypton.”[/FONT]

The councilman gave a heavy sigh, he then looked at Zod again.

“And what of, Yon Pol?”

[FONT=&quot]“I am not sure, but Commander Ursa has informed me that he may have been, killed in action. We are scouting for survivors, some have resisted so we were forced to bring lethal force upon them. We have brought some in for questioning.”[/FONT]

“All right, General. I shall see you soon, come to the main council building to give us a full basis report.”

[FONT=&quot]“Of course, Councilman.”[/FONT]

Zod nodded his head at Van Mor, “Transmission over.” Brainiac informed, the General sat down on his chair, checking the signal for Non, in a few minutes there would be two major explosions, Non-was an expert pilot and solider, the quest Zod asked him to do was nothing for him.

[FONT=&quot]BANG![/FONT]

The explosion made everyone jump, even on the ground, then the sight of the two other jest being engulfed in flames pleased Zod.

[FONT=&quot]“General, we’re done in the air, requesting permission to come back onto the main ship?”

[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Permission granted, Commander, good job!”

[/FONT]
He let got of the speaker and got back up, speaking into the communication once more to check up on Ursa.

[FONT=&quot]“Commander Ursa, what is the situation on ground?”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“All your commands have been completed General, but some men have been badly wounded, and some of the terrorists are so as well, permission to send medics into the area till we leave!?”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Permission not granted, Commander, you and your squad come back to the ship straight away, the other squads can meet us back in the main base.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Yes Sir!”[/FONT]

Zod awaited, loweing the ship as Non’s jet docked with the ship, and Ursa’s command squad entered into the deck, Zod ordered the pilot to begin the flight back to base.

Army base:

The General and his two commanders entered the base, landing the ship to the ground walking towards the summit and slowly walking towards it, the three were greeted and saluted by General Fon, and a few privates outside.

“General Zod.”

[FONT=&quot]“General, Fon, many of my fellow men will be here soon, I expect them to be fully rested and rewarded for their co-operation. They will also be taking prisoners of this battle, I expect them to be treated fairly, not like peasants, but like fellow soldiers who were lucky enough to survive. I have been informed of some casualties and expect them to arrive here first, so get your Medics prepared!”[/FONT]

“Very Well, General, I shall get to it straight away.”

[FONT=&quot]“Excellent, I will also like a private car to Kandor, I need to inform the Council of the situation.”[/FONT]

“It’s already here for you, Sir.”

[FONT=&quot]“Excellent, Goodbye General!”

[/FONT]
The two saluted and Zod,Ursa and Non headed towards the car.

A few hours later, at the council.

The three, heroes, of Krypton gave their report of the situation to the council, explaining the situation, how many casualties, how many civilians and the “presumed” death of Yon-Pol, Van-Mor presented General Zod to the crowd, as a triumphant hero and Non and Ursa as brave leaders and soldiers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the hero of the battle of Rao’s eye, General Zod.”

The council engaged in a civilised applause for the man many have had doubts about, but this may have changed their minds.

[FONT=&quot]“Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen. Let me inform you, that we now have confirmation that, Yon-Pol of the terrorist groups in the West end of the planet, was killed in action today.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Let me just start that, even though I did lead this victory, I cannot take the full share of it myself, and no, I am not talking about just my fellow men, not my higher officers, but the soldiers who fought bravely to subdue this terrible organization, of evil! [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]General Rann, who served this army for thirty years, died today, him, and his other fallen men, sacrificed themselves to fight these awful people who have brought fear, to our planet, trying to destroy hope in the system, well.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Well, let me tell you, those who worship Yon-Pol and his methods, you are now alone, and if you are not alone, then trust me, you are extremely out numbered, because trust me, we will fight back, like we did today, your kind will not be tolerated any more, you shall be fought with and dealt with severely and we will not give up, until this planet makes it clear to you, that we believe in one thing, and one thing only.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Hope![/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Thank you.”[/FONT]

The General’s short speech gave an impressive applauded; Van-Mor in particular impressed with the General’s admiration, Zod merely gave a smile at the words that had no meaning.

After the report, many members of the council shook hands with the General, in thankfulness, and calling him one of Krypton’s greatest Generals, all except one man, a scientist who glared at Zod, Jor-El.

Zod passed him by, not even giving him a glance till he made his way out.

In the main hallway of the council building, Zod walked along eagerly to his home, he was stopped by someone calling his name.

“Excuse me, General Zod?”

Turning to see the man who had just interrupted him, the face was familiar, Zod greeted him with a smile.

[FONT=&quot]“Ah, Jor-El. How are you?”[/FONT]

This man was a joke; Jor-El had believed that the A.I. Brainiac was corrupted, and that the Kryptonian birthing matrix should be given to all Kryptonians, even the poor ones living in the out skirts of the known civilised world of the planet, he was the exact opposite of Zod.

The two men stared at one another face to face, Zod giving a fake smirk to the scientist, Jor-El a glare to the butcher.

“Listen, I don’t naturally get along with military men like yourself, but I have a certain amount of respect for them.”

After a short pause Jor-El’s words came out into full force.

“But, I know you. I don’t care how good a tactician you are, how good a solider or even what you look like! But, I know the real you, I know you for the monster, the fascist, that you really are, Dru-Zod, you sicken me with a passion, you’re no General, you’re a butcher!”

[FONT=&quot]“Hmph, You know, most people have just said a simple, thank you and good job. But you on the other hand, come to me, at my moment of victory, and show me these disrespectful words into my face, not only have we rarely met, but the fact that it was years ago sickens me even more! [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I know you too Jor-El, you seem to think that the entire planet needs people like you, not willing to take risks, not willing to do what is necessary in order for us to thrive and be safe, you think, that by words, or how do you call it, negotiations that we can sort out this entire planet’s problems?[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]If that’s the case, Jor-El. Then you are a bigger imbecile then I thought, and remember, we are both powerful men, but only one of us has the will power to do what the other one won’t!”[/FONT]

Zod walked away from the scientist, proving his point, before ending it on one final note.

[FONT=&quot]“Oh by the way, congratulations on your new son, I hope to meet him some day!”[/FONT]

He then walked away from the council, General Zod, now a hero of Krypton walked away with his head held high, he was a hero.

[FONT=&quot]But for how long? [/FONT]

 

[Catman_prb]

Ultimate Zatanna​

The pain in my jaw was unbearable. Luckily my healing spell was the easiest to say and perform.

"Leah."

Then my jaw started to hell instantly. In seconds I could speak again.

"You may know my nightjob, but you still don't know who I am. As far as you know, I'm the Z. Who just happens to be a fetish doll when she's not a superhero."

Then I punched him back, twice as hard. Didn't want to use to much magic. I felt his nose break underneath his black skull of a mask.

"I heard your name. Roman Sionis. Now I'm taking you in!"

"Whatever, ya silly little hussy. You think you can take me down? Im the Black Mask, *****!" he screamed, and punched her hard in the kidneys. He stood back, watching her buckle slightly, then stepped in quickly and kicked her in the jaw. Before she could get up, he kicked her in the stomach, knocking her onto her back. He put a boot down on her chest, and leaned in close to her ear.

"This ain't no mask girl. These are scars. And you're gonna wish you had scars like mine once I'm through with you," he hissed, before kicking her hard in the face. Her head went back with a crack, and her eyes went blank. He quickly checked her pulse. She was alive. Just. He quickly picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder, like a hunter with a prize kill. He was gonna have some fun with her.

 

[Spike_x1]

After e-mailing the draft of his report on the OMAC invasion to the Editor in Chief, Clark sat back in his chair and smiled as he drank from a warm mug of coffee. He knew better than to call Lois to confirm their dinner date at a time like this, while she was busy on her own story, this time involving Luthor. Before Brainiac's plot, Clark had always doubted Lois' suspicions of Lex's criminality; because Luthor had offered so much help to Superman; but now Clark was certainly just as suspicious, if not moreso, than Lois. He would have to start his own unofficial investigation, on the side of his other assignments.

~Superman.~

Puzzled at the voice calling him, Clark put down his coffee and looked around the office. Everyone else in the city room of the Planet appeared to be doing the same thing. Clark wasn't the only one hearing the voice. Feeling like fool, he finally realized that the voice was coming from his computer. On every monitor in the room, a shadowy face appeared. ~Superman, Blackrock wants you dead. Come out and play.~ Once it was done, the message looped and replayed itself over and over again and constantly shifting in sound and video quality.

"What the hell is going on?!" yelled Perry White as the Editor in Chief exploded out of his office.

Another staff member, whose name Clark hadn't quite gotten around to learning yet, covered the mouthpiece of the phone in his hand and spoke to his boss, "Chief, it's not just happening here; it's happening on every TV and computer screen in the city. I'm getting a dozen calls abou-- what the...?" A sudden confused expression came over the face of the man talking to Perry before he hesitantly put the phone down. "Uhh... Blackrock's message is playing over the phone now too."

"Great Caesar's Ghost!" exclaimed Perry. "Someone get on this! Where's Lane and Kent?"

Jim Olsen ran up to White excitedly. "Lane's working on her Luthor story, Chief. As for Mr. Kent..." Olsen looked towards Clark's work station and paused, "...I... don't know."

**********​

Superman swept through the skies at blinding speeds, scanning every inch of the buildings and streets along the way. He had hoped that Blackrock would be somewhere waiting for him, but Clark was already losing some of that hope.

WAAAACK!

Something struck Superman hard on the back of the head and sent him spiraling through the air and smashing through the corner of the wall of a nearby building. Recovering himself, Superman stopped moving through the air and looked at what had hit him.

"Peter, whatever's wrong, I can help you."

Floating before Superman was Dr. Peter Silverstone, now wearing the costume that he had worn before, when he was a fellow superhero and friend to the Man of Steel. "Go pound sand," he hissed as a beam of concentrated black energy erupted from his eyes.

As Blackrock's charged up fist rocketed through the air and into Superman's jaw, the Man of Steel was hurt more by seeing what this man had become than by the punch. Clark blocked the second and third blows from Silverstone, and finally used a blast of superbreath to force Blackrock away from him.

"Whatever the reason is that you're after me for, Peter, we can work it out!" Superman shouted. In a flash of shimmering black light, Blackrock raised his hand and a forcefield appeared in a sphere around Clark. A hard punch from Superman to the wall of the forcefield sent a boom through the air that would have shattered the eardrums of either opponents had they been ordinary men. Judging the strength of the field from the first punch, Superman balled his fists and punched again, this time as hard as he could. Black energy rippled through the sky as the sphere phased out, breaking under the strength of Superman's fist.

"I can't imagine what you're going through; losing your family to Neutron's rampage. You're angry. Talk to me!"

"Neutron's rampage?! Oh, yes!" replied Blackrock as fury and rage boiled from his very being. "The rampage that you let happen! You had to have known that Tryon wasn't dead and he'd want revenge!"

"You were jealous!" Blackrock bellowed as he swooped in for another punch, which Superman narrowly blocked with his shoulder. "Jealous of the attention that I was taking from you!" In a flash, Peter flew backwards and blasted energy from his eyes again as Superman countered with his own heat vision.

 

[Green Lantern]

"Ey boss, I can't get Corrigan."

"Don't worry bout it right now, Frankie. Right now, lets get Moe and Vito in here. We need two new Capos. One to take my spot, and one for Adonis. Also have Simon waitin' outside. Make him think he's a dead man."

"Got it boss."

Minutes later, and there were five people in the billiards room. Frankie Corello and Joe Provenzano were on either side of Tony. Moe Dellacroce and Vito Roseli were standing in front of them.

"There a problem Tony?"

"No problem, boys. None at all. Not unless you make it one. We got two openings for captains in the family. Those positions are yours if you want em."

"Who's spots we takin? Who bit it?"

"Mine and lil Jimmy's. Sall you need to know. Congrats Boys. Now one of ya get Lucarne."

The two new capos went outside and pulled Simon in by his arms.

"Think we wouldn't find out kid?"

"Find out what Tony? I didn't do nothin, I swear!"

"You've done plenty."

"Jesus, what the **** did I do?!?"

"The **** have you done? THE **** HAVE YOU DONE?!?"

Tony put his gun right under the man's eye, now wide in fear.

"Tell him boys, what the **** has this little ****bag done?"

Tony pulled the hammer back, Simon's face was pure white, and cold sweat was running from his forehead. Still he stood tall.

"He's done numerous hits for the family."

"He's stolen thousands in goods."

"He's one of the most courageous mother ****ers we got."

"So what the **** have I done wrong then?"

"You seem to got a ****in mouth on ya. Thats what. Too many guts for yer own good ya little sum*****. Maybe we should spill some of them for you."

Tony pulled the trigger and there was a click as it fired the empty chamber.

"Aw. Ain't that a shame, spent the last bullet in the head of Lil Jimmy. Gotta remember to reload next time."

There was a smell of urine and the young associate's pants turned darker brown on the front of them.

"This was your initiation, Soldier. Welcome to the family."

"Hey boss, Corrigan's on the line, want for me to run it to the office?"

"Yeah, and get some t**ties for this scared ****'s celebration party."

He turned around and went into the private office. He sat in the comfy leather chair, and picked up the phone.

"This is Zucco. Whatcha want?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

I grab a smoke and light up, staring at Palmer over my glasses.

"If it's something you're dead serious about, well I could put in a word with Flass. See if we could get you on as a full time member of the Crime Scene unit?"

My coffee taste bitter, black just the way I like it. I gulp it down and look at Palmer, waiting for her answer.

Rhiannon stares at her coffee for a moment.

Am I serious about all of this? I love working at Star-Labs, but lately lab work and the politics are really becoming a drag. Not to mention working here would give me greater access to the Police and that is something that The Atom could always find useful, and I don't need the money mom & dad left me set for life...time for me to do something for this city.

She takes a sip and says, "I've been at Star-Labs for over five years, and it's home for me, but there comes a time when one has to leave home and give back to the world."

Rhainnon gulps her coffee.

OW! Way to go there tough-girl! Way to burn that tounge.

She says, "Captain, make the call I'll put in my notice with Star-Labs. You got yourself another forensics team member."

 

[Byrd Man]

Rhiannon stares at her coffee for a moment.

Am I serious about all of this? I love working at Star-Labs, but lately lab work and the politics are really becoming a drag. Not to mention working here would give me greater access to the Police and that is something that The Atom could always find useful, and I don't need the money mom & dad left me set for life...time for me to do something for this city.

She takes a sip and says, "I've been at Star-Labs for over five years, and it's home for me, but there comes a time when one has to leave home and give back to the world."

Rhainnon gulps her coffee.

OW! Way to go there tough-girl! Way to burn that tounge.

She says, "Captain, make the call I'll put in my notice with Star-Labs. You got yourself another forensics team member."

I smile and shake her hand.

"Welcome aboard, but first things. You have to go through police academy training to be an authorized member of the GCPD. I know, you'll spend the majority of your time in the lab and at crime scenes, but there may come a time when you'll be needed."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

I smile and shake her hand.

"Welcome aboard, but first things. You have to go through police academy training to be an authorized member of the GCPD. I know, you'll spend the majority of your time in the lab and at crime scenes, but there may come a time when you'll be needed."

Rhiannon shakes hands with Gordon and says, "Thank you and I understand."

She takes a deep breath and asks, "So what's next?"


"Use the computer in the crime lab and get on-line. Get started on the forms, use Maggie & I as two of your references. I suggest Rachel Dawes as your third one, and once you're done with everything let me know. I know the Commander at the Academy he and I go way back. Everyone else I knows play politics I figure why can't use one of my connections to help someone."

Rhiannon says, "Thank you Captain."


"You're welcomed, cadet."

He and Rhainnon smirk at that but Gordon's smirk quickly goes away as he sternly says, " "Don't let me down. I don't call in favors too often, unless I think the person is worth it. Don't make me regret this."

Rhiannon says, "I won't sir, I won't."

Gordon nods.

"Get down to the lab. Get that paperwork going, classes just started a couple days ago so chances are likely you're going to have to play catch up."

Rhiannon looks surprised as she says, "But I thought...."


"Like I said I have pull with the Commander, and we need police officers in this place. Especially good ones, get going. Chances are likely you're going to be in the dorm by this time tomorrow night."

Rhiannon says, "Guess I better go home after I finish up the forms and pack up."

Gordon nods again and points to the door.

Rhiannon begins typing the forms.

Well looks like a bigger world just got a lot bigger.

She continues typing the forms and as she is typing phones in her resignation to Star-Labs.

Once she finishes her forms she hands Gordon her forms and asks, "Any parting words of wisdom?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

GIGANTA!

Doris enters the heart of downtown Metropolis and sees Superman in combat over the city.

Well looks like the Man of Steel is a bit busy...I don't care...it's time for the world to meet the new girl in town.

With that she grows to 75 feet tall and says, "Hello Metropolis meet your new Queen!"

Giganta begins walking through the city crushing the pavement and cars beneath her.

 

[Byrd Man]

Rhiannon shakes hands with Gordon and says, "Thank you and I understand."

She takes a deep breath and asks, "So what's next?"


"Use the computer in the crime lab and get on-line. Get started on the forms, use Maggie & I as two of your references. I suggest Rachel Dawes as your third one, and once you're done with everything let me know. I know the Commander at the Academy he and I go way back. Everyone else I knows play politics I figure why can't use one of my connections to help someone."

Rhiannon says, "Thank you Captain."


"You're welcomed, cadet."

He and Rhainnon smirk at that but Gordon's smirk quickly goes away as he sternly says, " "Don't let me down. I don't call in favors too often, unless I think the person is worth it. Don't make me regret this."

Rhiannon says, "I won't sir, I won't."

Gordon nods.

"Get down to the lab. Get that paperwork going, classes just started a couple days ago so chances are likely you're going to have to play catch up."

Rhiannon looks surprised as she says, "But I thought...."


"Like I said I have pull with the Commander, and we need police officers in this place. Especially good ones, get going. Chances are likely you're going to be in the dorm by this time tomorrow night."

Rhiannon says, "Guess I better go home after I finish up the forms and pack up."

Gordon nods again and points to the door.

Rhiannon begins typing the forms.

Well looks like a bigger world just got a lot bigger.

She continues typing the forms and as she is typing phones in her resignation to Star-Labs.

Once she finishes her forms she hands Gordon her forms and asks, "Any parting words of wisdom?"

I stare at her, my face losses becomes a wall of seriousness.

"Yes, watch your back. Someone once told me that 'cops in gotham got it made' and they do, but they give up everything they swore to uphold to have it made. Keep your nose clean, don't give in to their temptation. Also remember, you'll make a diffrence, it may not be large or signifigant, but it will be something..."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

I stare at her, my face losses becomes a wall of seriousness.

"Yes, watch your back. Someone once told me that 'cops in gotham got it made' and they do, but they give up everything they swore to uphold to have it made. Keep your nose clean, don't give in to their temptation. Also remember, you'll make a diffrence, it may not be large or signifigant, but it will be something..."

Rhiannon nods and says, "Thank You Captain. I already know about little things making a big difference. More than you will ever know, no offense."

Gordon hands her packet with all of her information.

"None taken. Get back to your place and pack your bags. I talked to Commander Ellison you report to the Academy at 0700, and be ready to hit the ground running. Now get going Cadet Palmer."

Rhiannon nods and heads back to her apartment

 

[Byrd Man]

​

Gotham's East End
Midnight

The fire from my cigarette burns through the darkness.

"What time is he gonna be here?"

I look at Harvey, who's leaning against the truck of the car.

"He'll be here when he gets here. It's hard for him to get away some times."

"Just saying, Cap. It's cold as hell out here."

I smile as I throw the cigarette butt down on the ground and stomp it out. With a rat in my little group, Harvey Bullock is the only officer I can trust.

"I still don't believe you got Luigi Tieri as an informant."

"Seeing is believing, Harv. Luigi wants out and wants out of the life and wants in on witness protection."

Off in the distance, a black sedan speeds down the road. I crinkle my brow as the car keeps on speeding towards us with it's lights on.

"Oh, god. Something's wrong."

I reach for my side holster and draw my .38

"Waddya talking about?"

"When Luigi and I setup the meeting arangments, he was suppose to always flash his lights and turn them off when he was 300 yards from the metting point. He's past the point of no return now."

Before I can even blink, Bullock pulls out his .38 and fires twice. Striking the car twice in it's right front tire. The car spins out of control and slams headfirst into a light pole.

"Let's see what's going on..."

Bullock opens the crumpled car door and pulls out a gray headed man, a automatic rifle falls out of his lap and falls on the ground. Son a ***** was trying to kill us.

"Alright, on your feet."

Harvey pulls him on his feet and I look at him.

"Where's Luigi?"

He laughs and a shiver runs up my spine.

"Haha, rat **** got what was coming to him."

"Who's in charge now?"

"How about you suck my ****, cop?"

He hooks a loogie and hits me in the face with a big glob of mucus.

"Go to hell!"

Bullock grabs him by the collar and pushes him towards the car.

"Wrong answer, ***hole."

Harvey pops the trunk and the guys rolls his eye.

"Ohh, no stick me in a trunk. I'm so scared."

Bullock throws him in the trunk and closes it, he aims his .38 at the trunk. He looks at me and I nod.

BLAM!

BLAM!

BLAM!

Three gun shots light up the night and gunpowder fills the air.

Harvey opens the trunk again and the guy pops up, panting and looking around.

"You crazy ****er! You coulda hit me! Are you crazy?"

"No, we're from Gotham."

"Aww, god. I think I **** my pants."

"So, feel like telling us who sent you? or do you want to bet on Detective Bullock's aim again?"

"Oh god! Please...it was Zucco!"

I look at Bullock and back at the killer.

"Fat Tony's in charge now of Falcone's empire now?"

"Yeah, he killed Lu and took over..."

"Okay. Harvey, read him his rights and get him cleaned up."

"It's gonna be hard to get that **** smell outta the squad car, Jim."

"Worst comes worst, we can give it to Flass, call it a 'christmas present'."

​

 

[Karem-Knight]

OOC: Hope you don’t mind the bunnying GL.



I’m driving round the east end, reports of a fifth teen-year-old girl, dead because of an over-dose, Heroin; I come to check out what’s going on, my call, not a call for a detective but I do it anyway. The heroin was bad, non pure, these guys are small time, any badge could deal with it, but I’m not like any badge, and these guys need to realise this.

I park on the sidewalk, turning off the engine and slowly walking out of the car, this place is packed full of crack heads, and homeless, I ignore them, this seems to be a crack area, I got a report on heroin. Walking over quickly I go by an alley some homeless guy resting his head on a box is starring at nothing, I bend down and tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey!”

He looks at me, high on the white inhaler, he mutters words that I can just about make out.

“What?”

“I know this is a, crack area, but please tell me. Where can I get the brown stuff?”

“Man why should I…”

Getting my badge out he stares at it, and he changes his tone.

“That ware house down the block, guy’s name is Bob, wears a brown jacket and combed hair.”

“Thanks!”

I tap him on the cheek and walk down the block, to that small warehouse, looks like any other one but I can see that, that’s where my report came in, I can almost sense that this is his place, it’s sort of a sixth sense for cops.

Rushing down there notching all the drug addicts, this place is going to be a toilet in five minutes, then a god dam graveyard.

I’m at the ware house and I knock on the door, some guy opens it, he’s got tattered cloths, smells like B.O. and hasn’t shaved in years.

“Yeah what?”

“Can I come in?”

“Who the hell are you?”

I get the badge and gun out, pointing it at his face.

“Jim Corrigan, GCPD, let me in ya junky!”

Startled the idiot lets me in clumsy, I push him over and he falls, I chuckle.

“Which one of you is Bob!?”

A guy on a desk inspecting all the brown sugar gets up in a hurry.

“That’s me, what do you want!?”

I walk, with the gun still in my hands, intimation purposes.

“I got a call, 15 year old girl, name was Sammie Denison, fifteen years old, about to go, cheer leader, till she met this guy called, Bob Darkings, a known dealer around these parts, she missed school for two months, then went missing a week later. Her body was found in the middle of the street last night.”

“Ok, look, I swear that I had nothing to do with……….”

I walk along to his desk and pick up the heroin, “How ****ing stupid do you think I am!?”

He gulps and breathes heavily, he shows me some cash.

“Look, take this, please! Don’t get me in trouble, man, please, just take the money!”

I smile, it’s not enough to keep me out of here, I grab him by the head in a friendly manner.

“This is Gotham, kid!”

I grab him, smashing his head into the desk, he starts bleeding and screaming, the junkies get some two guns out on me, I chuckle again.

“Oh come on, you guys aren’t BIG enough to kill me, you kill a cop and that’s just REALLY bad for business.”

They slowly put it back in their pockets as I point the gun at Bob, he shakes nervously, trying to move backward, but he keeps slipping, he starts to cry and begging not to be killed, I aim the gun at his head, he closes his eyes and then…………

Click.

It’s empty, he brings a slow sigh of relief, I chuckle again, grabbing all of his cash,

“Hey wait come on man!”

“You want to go to jail for drug dealing AND murder!?”

He stays quiet, I then grab some of his makings putting it in my jacket pocket.

“Look guys, don’t make me come here again!”

I put my gun in the jacket and head outside back to the car.

"Ey boss, I can't get Corrigan."


"Don't worry bout it right now, Frankie. Right now, lets get Moe and Vito in here. We need two new Capos. One to take my spot, and one for Adonis. Also have Simon waitin' outside. Make him think he's a dead man."

"Got it boss."

Minutes later, and there were five people in the billiards room. Frankie Corello and Joe Provenzano were on either side of Tony. Moe Dellacroce and Vito Roseli were standing in front of them.

"There a problem Tony?"

"No problem, boys. None at all. Not unless you make it one. We got two openings for captains in the family. Those positions are yours if you want em."

"Who's spots we takin? Who bit it?"

"Mine and lil Jimmy's. Sall you need to know. Congrats Boys. Now one of ya get Lucarne."

The two new capos went outside and pulled Simon in by his arms.

"Think we wouldn't find out kid?"

"Find out what Tony? I didn't do nothin, I swear!"

"You've done plenty."

"Jesus, what the **** did I do?!?"

"The **** have you done? THE **** HAVE YOU DONE?!?"

Tony put his gun right under the man's eye, now wide in fear.

"Tell him boys, what the **** has this little ****bag done?"

Tony pulled the hammer back, Simon's face was pure white, and cold sweat was running from his forehead. Still he stood tall.

"He's done numerous hits for the family."

"He's stolen thousands in goods."

"He's one of the most courageous mother ****ers we got."

"So what the **** have I done wrong then?"

"You seem to got a ****in mouth on ya. Thats what. Too many guts for yer own good ya little sum*****. Maybe we should spill some of them for you."

Tony pulled the trigger and there was a click as it fired the empty chamber.

"Aw. Ain't that a shame, spent the last bullet in the head of Lil Jimmy. Gotta remember to reload next time."

There was a smell of urine and the young associate's pants turned darker brown on the front of them.

"This was your initiation, Soldier. Welcome to the family."

"Hey boss, Corrigan's on the line, want for me to run it to the office?"

"Yeah, and get some t**ties for this scared ****'s celebration party."

He turned around and went into the private office. He sat in the comfy leather chair, and picked up the phone.

"This is Zucco. Whatcha want?"

As I get in, I notice something in my cell phone, one missed call from an outside line, I phone up it back, it starts ringing all of a sudden,

“Hello?”

“Yeah this is Corrigan who is this?”

“Oh hi, it’s Frankie Correlo, I’m a friend of Tony, ya know? Zucco.”

Zucco? I know that name, I knew the guy used to work for Faclone, him and me have helped each other out, I wonder what he needs now?

“ok, what did he want?”

“I don’t know, I’m going to him trough!”

[FONT=&quot]“This is Zucco. What do ya want?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
“I don’t know, Ton, you phoned me! I hear you’re running things now.”

[FONT=&quot]“Yeah, that’s right. But it’s just between you and me, all right?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
“Ok, so what do you want?”

[FONT=&quot]“I wanna know what’s happening with the GCPD and our, line of work.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
“Well, I don’t know much, but I defiantly know this, there’s word in the department that, you know that Gordon guy? Well apparently he’s started a group against ya.”

 

[Green Lantern]

OOC: Hope you don’t mind the bunnying GL.



I’m driving round the east end, reports of a fifth teen-year-old girl, dead because of an over-dose, Heroin; I come to check out what’s going on, my call, not a call for a detective but I do it anyway. The heroin was bad, non pure, these guys are small time, any badge could deal with it, but I’m not like any badge, and these guys need to realise this.

I park on the sidewalk, turning off the engine and slowly walking out of the car, this place is packed full of crack heads, and homeless, I ignore them, this seems to be a crack area, I got a report on heroin. Walking over quickly I go by an alley some homeless guy resting his head on a box is starring at nothing, I bend down and tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey!”

He looks at me, high on the white inhaler, he mutters words that I can just about make out.

“What?”

“I know this is a, crack area, but please tell me. Where can I get the brown stuff?”

“Man why should I…”

Getting my badge out he stares at it, and he changes his tone.

“That ware house down the block, guy’s name is Bob, wears a brown jacket and combed hair.”

“Thanks!”

I tap him on the cheek and walk down the block, to that small warehouse, looks like any other one but I can see that, that’s where my report came in, I can almost sense that this is his place, it’s sort of a sixth sense for cops.

Rushing down there notching all the drug addicts, this place is going to be a toilet in five minutes, then a god dam graveyard.

I’m at the ware house and I knock on the door, some guy opens it, he’s got tattered cloths, smells like B.O. and hasn’t shaved in years.

“Yeah what?”

“Can I come in?”

“Who the hell are you?”

I get the badge and gun out, pointing it at his face.

“Jim Corrigan, GCPD, let me in ya junky!”

Startled the idiot lets me in clumsy, I push him over and he falls, I chuckle.

“Which one of you is Bob!?”

A guy on a desk inspecting all the brown sugar gets up in a hurry.

“That’s me, what do you want!?”

I walk, with the gun still in my hands, intimation purposes.

“I got a call, 15 year old girl, name was Sammie Denison, fifteen years old, about to go, cheer leader, till she met this guy called, Bob Darkings, a known dealer around these parts, she missed school for two months, then went missing a week later. Her body was found in the middle of the street last night.”

“Ok, look, I swear that I had nothing to do with……….”

I walk along to his desk and pick up the heroin, “How ****ing stupid do you think I am!?”

He gulps and breathes heavily, he shows me some cash.

“Look, take this, please! Don’t get me in trouble, man, please, just take the money!”

I smile, it’s not enough to keep me out of here, I grab him by the head in a friendly manner.

“This is Gotham, kid!”

I grab him, smashing his head into the desk, he starts bleeding and screaming, the junkies get some two guns out on me, I chuckle again.

“Oh come on, you guys aren’t BIG enough to kill me, you kill a cop and that’s just REALLY bad for business.”

They slowly put it back in their pockets as I point the gun at Bob, he shakes nervously, trying to move backward, but he keeps slipping, he starts to cry and begging not to be killed, I aim the gun at his head, he closes his eyes and then…………

Click.

It’s empty, he brings a slow sigh of relief, I chuckle again, grabbing all of his cash,

“Hey wait come on man!”

“You want to go to jail for drug dealing AND murder!?”

He stays quiet, I then grab some of his makings putting it in my jacket pocket.

“Look guys, don’t make me come here again!”

I put my gun in the jacket and head outside back to the car.





As I get in, I notice something in my cell phone, one missed call from an outside line, I phone up it back, it starts ringing all of a sudden,

“Hello?”

“Yeah this is Corrigan who is this?”

“Oh hi, it’s Frankie Correlo, I’m a friend of Tony, ya know? Zucco.”

Zucco? I know that name, I knew the guy used to work for Faclone, him and me have helped each other out, I wonder what he needs now?

“ok, what did he want?”

“I don’t know, I’m going to him trough!”

[FONT=&quot]“This is Zucco. What do ya want?”[/FONT]

“I don’t know, Ton, you phoned me! I hear you’re running things now.”

[FONT=&quot]“Yeah, that’s right. But it’s just between you and me, all right?”[/FONT]

“Ok, so what do you want?”

[FONT=&quot]“I wanna know what’s happening with the GCPD and our, line of work.”[/FONT]

“Well, I don’t know much, but I defiantly know this, there’s word in the department that, you know that Gordon guy? Well apparently he’s started a group against ya.”

"That doughnut snuffing meatball brained nappy headed ****bag. See if you can get in with him. I wanna know every thing that bastard's doin. EVERYTHING. **** him and his Ness wannabes. I'll call ya again later to set up details on when and where to contact me."

As Zucco hung up the phone, Frankie came back in. "Hey boss, line two is also for you. It's Arnie. Sounds like he got pinched."

"Yeah, Zucco. What da ****?"

"Boss, they got me. Gordon and that Bullock asshat. ****er shot at me."

"How'd they ****ing catch you?"

"I tried to run em down."

"Stupid ****! What'd you tell em?!?"

"Told em you were the boss, they was gonna kill me.."

"Stupid ****ing idiot! Get your own goddamn self out. They're ****ing cops, they won't kill you!"

With that Zucco angrily slammed down the receiver.

 

[Byrd Man]

​

The Capital Hotel
Room 233

This is how we do it. Meeting in secret anyway we can.

"Babs, honey. You got the slideshow ready to go?"

Barbara furiously types on her laptop. She only pauses to look up at me.

"Yeah, dad. Almost done."

I smile as the other officers start to fill into the cleared out hotel room. It's had to get them all here at the same time, but I manage to do it.

"Jim."

"Maggie."

"Captain."

"Jimmy."

"Harvey, Jason."

O'Hara, Montoya, and Merkel come in and grab one of the foldout chairs that blankets the room and I look at Barbara.

"Ready?"

"Yeah..."

"I'd like to thank my daughter, Barbara for helping me with the presentation. I may be a decent detective, but I can't work a computer to save my life."

They start to laugh as the projector attached to my her laptop kicks on and basks the wall with a picture of a man with gray hair and cold eyes.

"We all know who this is. This is Carmine Falcone. The head of all of Gotham's organized crime...or he was."

The picture changes to a crime scene photo, Falcone's head is marked with bullet holes.

"This is how he met his end. At the hands of The Creeper."

Another picture change, this time of a man with black, slicked back hair and a greasy smile.

"Sal "The Boss" Maroni. A part of his own crime family, he was always second fiddle to Falcone. After Falcone's death he was number one, for about five minutes. We don't have pictures, but the Creeper pour gas in his mouth and lite a match. You can imagine the rest. Now. In the wake of their deaths, the organized crime scene has turned into a mess."

The slide changes, showing a fat man with gray hair getting out of a car.

"Right now, this is the man who's ontop of it all. Rupert Thorne. He's something of an outsider to the crime buisness, in the fact that he has no La Cosa Nostra ties. Thorne makes the majority of his money in arms dealing."

Another photo change, this time showing five people in two diffrent pictures.

"The man in the woman on the right are Umberto and Pina Maroni. Fraternal twins and the new heads of all of Maroni's operations. The three on the right are Falcone's children, Mario, Alberto, and Sofia Giganti. They're all trying to run the legitiamte side of the buisness, although Alberto is about as dumb as a rock and his only ability seems to be breaking people's legs."

I pause slightly, taking a drink of water before I begin again.

"From what I've heard, the Falcone's and Maroni's have pooled their efforts together and their is a new head of the La Cosa Nostra in Gotham."

There's a moment of darkness before a picture appears on the wall. It's a fat man with a bald head, a cigar in his hand.

"Anthony "Fat Tony" Zucco. Sometime in the past few days, he killed Luigi Tieri and assumed control."

The projector shuts off as I finish the slideshow.

"Those are the big fish. Zucco also loosely works with a drug dealer, Jefferson Skeevers. There's also reports about some gang leader known as 'Black Mask'. I've yet to get any info on him. Any questions?"

O'Hara raises his hand and speaks.

"Yeah, Jimbo. What're we gonna do? I mean, who is our primary target?"

"Right now, Clancy. Zucco is our main target. I have an officer in place with his crew. For safety reason, I will not reveal who it is. But rest assure, Zucco makes a move and we're on it....yeah, Montoya?"

"Yeah, Cap. Do you think that there aren't enough of us? I mean, it's just the seven of us against the mob."

"Don't say that Renee. Never doubt that a small group can change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."

I look around the room once more....

"If that's all you have in the way of questions ....then, let's go to war."​

 

[Green Lantern]

Tony sat back down around the table with his captains.

"Here's the breakdown you lousy sons of *****es. We're splitting up the biz into four separate areas and you each get a piece and a crew of six of the two dozen that we got left. Joey, you're drugs and enforcement. You also get our inside man. Corrigan's yours, you keep that **** on a tight leash. You ever think he's playin us, kill the ****. You get Arnie when we pull that stupid jack**** outta the can, and you get Simon. Need you to teach the new kid, Crispus the ropes, and your other two associates are Skeevers and 'Gallows'."

"What I get the monkeys, the mouse and the dumbass? Whacha got gainst me boss?"

"No? Fine, Simon can have your crew. His first job will be to bury you."

"No, I didn't mean nothin boss, I'm cool with it."

"Good, next time you complain I'll give you sometin to complain bout. Vito, you're good at the numbers. Bets are yours, be it in our casinos or the bookie stuff. Thats why you get Dino, Santo, and Silvio and their proteges. Frankie, you got the perfect setup point with the 'Meow'. Unions and legit business fronts are yours. You keep your bouncer, 'Puss' and have control over Raniero's and Gigante Menswear. Moe, you're in charge of protection and acquisitions. Carlo, 'Fast Luke' and Ralphie are your main men. Now go make me some ****ing money you lazy bastards."