The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Batman]

Batman?! Jesus Christ...Bruce Wayne has friends in high places! No matter...I came prepared for worst-case scenarios. Though I never factored in a self-righteous vigilante in my plans.

"Batman, I presume," I state in a bored tone. "You'll have to forgive me for not being more excited. See, I've already got you figured out."

I relax my stance and lower my staff, using it as a cane now. I begin to pace slowly as Batman watches me warily.

"The bat motif is clearly some unconscious phobia manifesting itself...the need to travel through shadows and theatricality shows deep-seeded trust issues...and you fight crime because some horrible injustice was done to you, correct?"

After rattling off my observations, I try to stifle a yawn. I'm actually not as firm as I'm pretending to be, but I can't show fear...not around Batman, anyway. He feeds off it. So my bravado is helping to keep the field level.

I draw my revolver and aim it at Batman's chest. "That note was intended for Bruce Wayne. How you came across it, I don't know."

I pull back the hammer of the pistol.

"But nothing will stand in the way of my victory. And though I find it distasteful, if I have to kill...I won't hesitate."

I'm not bluffing, either. My plan wasn't to physically hurt anyone. But Batman poses a serious threat to my impending defeat of Bruce Wayne, and he must be eliminated from the equation.

"Riddle me this, Batman...how many bullets do you think I put into this gun?"

My finger twitches on the trigger before tightening slightly. I smirk.

"None."
​

My first instinct is to reach for a batarang. An easy disarming, at this close of range. But I'm not given the time, as the attacker pulls the trigger anyway. My heart skips a beat, only because I fear he'll hit Alfred in trying to take me down with the bullet. But my fears are turned confusion, as instead of a bullet, I'm greeted with a light. What in god's name happened?

I pull my cape up over my face, for a moment, to shield the blinding light. Alfred looks away too, his gag covering up the inevitable british swear that he utters in surprise, behind it. By the time I've looked up, again, the strangely dressed kidnapper has fled onto the bridge. I quickly run over to the side of the tower, and look down, to see what he's done.

A small fire's broke out, with little remnants of the remains of an automotive. A distraction...

My fist tightens, as I realize all that this madman's capable of is playing games with me. But that doesn't matter, now. I have a friend to attend to. Turning, I rush over to Alfred, and quickly snap his binds with the spikes of my gauntlets. Pulling the gag down, I kneel over, helping Alfred to his feet.

"Are you okay?", I ask, urgently.

"Little the worse for wear, nothing more, sir.", Alfred scoffs, brushing himself off. "Certainly nothing a nice spot of tea wouldn't cure."

I can't help but smile, a little, savoring the fact that Alfred's still alive. For a moment, I actually considered the possibility that I had lost another father. But this time, I was given a choice. And I thank every god out there for that.

"That blast on the bridge will be enough to summon the police. Until then, stay here, Alfred. I'll be back,", I acknowledge, looking past, then rushing out of the tower. "After I have a word with your would-be assailant."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of leaving, at this height."

I nearly break down the east door, in anger, before making my way onto the bridge itself. Whatever this kidnapper's motive was, whether it be ransom or revenge, he's clearly went to alot of trouble on playing both Bruce Wayne... and to a lesser extent, Batman, for a fool. My appearance here tonight has rattled him, but I sincerely doubt that he's finished with his overall scheme. He had to have something bigger in mind... unless, he truly is as simplistic as he's let on.

It takes little more than a minute for me to spot the figure of a lime green leotarded figure, trying his best to manouver to the other side of the right tower. Taking out a line, I throw it to the top, and snag it. I'll only get one chance for this...

With a leap, I swing off of the bridge, and thrust myself forward. After reaching the halfway mark around the tower, I let go, and spread my cape, casting a large shadow of my namesake over the attacker. Before I even land, his look says it all: I've made him afraid. Which is exactly what I wanted.

Landing infront of him, I rush forward, and waste no time in delivering a roundhose kick, knocking him back into the tower. He hits it, hard, allowing me to gain the advantage. Though in truth, he doesn't look very strong, anyway.

"Why?! Why him?!", I demand, angrily. "Of all the people in this city you could've terrorized, you chose a random houseaide?!"

I try my absolute best not to make it sound personal. But damn it, it is.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Giganta

Giganta begins throwing random cars around and says, "Come on Superman, where are you, it's time for you to meet your end. Come out and I'll make it quick!"

She then throws a tanker-truck into the bay.

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

My first instinct is to reach for a batarang. An easy disarming, at this close of range. But I'm not given the time, as the attacker pulls the trigger anyway. My heart skips a beat, only because I fear he'll hit Alfred in trying to take me down with the bullet. But my fears are turned confusion, as instead of a bullet, I'm greeted with a light. What in god's name happened?

I pull my cape up over my face, for a moment, to shield the blinding light. Alfred looks away too, his gag covering up the inevitable british swear that he utters in surprise, behind it. By the time I've looked up, again, the strangely dressed kidnapper has fled onto the bridge. I quickly run over to the side of the tower, and look down, to see what he's done.

A small fire's broke out, with little remnants of the remains of an automotive. A distraction...

My fist tightens, as I realize all that this madman's capable of is playing games with me. But that doesn't matter, now. I have a friend to attend to. Turning, I rush over to Alfred, and quickly snap his binds with the spikes of my gauntlets. Pulling the gag down, I kneel over, helping Alfred to his feet.

"Are you okay?", I ask, urgently.

"Little the worse for wear, nothing more, sir.", Alfred scoffs, brushing himself off. "Certainly nothing a nice spot of tea wouldn't cure."

I can't help but smile, a little, savoring the fact that Alfred's still alive. For a moment, I actually considered the possibility that I had lost another father. But this time, I was given a choice. And I thank every god out there for that.

"That blast on the bridge will be enough to summon the police. Until then, stay here, Alfred. I'll be back,", I acknowledge, looking past, then rushing out of the tower. "After I have a word with your would-be assailant."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of leaving, at this height."

I nearly break down the east door, in anger, before making my way onto the bridge itself. Whatever this kidnapper's motive was, whether it be ransom or revenge, he's clearly went to alot of trouble on playing both Bruce Wayne... and to a lesser extent, Batman, for a fool. My appearance here tonight has rattled him, but I sincerely doubt that he's finished with his overall scheme. He had to have something bigger in mind... unless, he truly is as simplistic as he's let on.

It takes little more than a minute for me to spot the figure of a lime green leotarded figure, trying his best to manouver to the other side of the right tower. Taking out a line, I throw it to the top, and snag it. I'll only get one chance for this...

With a leap, I swing off of the bridge, and thrust myself forward. After reaching the halfway mark around the tower, I let go, and spread my cape, casting a large shadow of my namesake over the attacker. Before I even land, his look says it all: I've made him afraid. Which is exactly what I wanted.

Landing infront of him, I rush forward, and waste no time in delivering a roundhose kick, knocking him back into the tower. He hits it, hard, allowing me to gain the advantage. Though in truth, he doesn't look very strong, anyway.

"Why?! Why him?!", I demand, angrily. "Of all the people in this city you could've terrorized, you chose a random houseaide?!"

I try my absolute best not to make it sound personal. But damn it, it is.

"Random?" I repeat incredulously. "My dear friend...you will learn that nothing I do is random. There is no room for spontaneity in the puzzle of life..."

I'm allowing a little bit of my drunkness to seep into my tone, but to Hell with it! Intoxicated or not, I don't stand a chance in a physical showdown with the Batman.

"And how the Hell do you know he's a houseaide?" I realize aloud. A few less Jack Daniel's and I might be on to something. But I'm terribly afraid that the alcohol has impaired my puzzle-solving ability. "There's something going on here...and I don't particularly like it!"

In a feeble attempt to display physical prowess, I take two swings at Batman with my cane. However, both instances result in miserable failure. Before you laugh at me, bear in mind that it's quite difficult to hit someone when you're seeing double.

"You have to excuse my demeanor," I state politely. Don't ask why I changed my tone all of a sudden. Truth be told, I don't know. This is the part where things started to get hazy. "I had a bit to drink...calm the nerves you know..."

Then, without warning, I blow chunks - right there, in front of Batman. In retrospect, I wish I was facing him so I could have gotten it all over his stupid costume. Oh, how I hate him. But that is neither here nor there.

So after puking, and undoubtedly confusing my foe, I begin to topple forwards. I don't know why. Perhaps a combination of alcohol and being kicked by a vigilante...

Anyway, it's nearly impossible to keep my balance, and I trip over the edge of the bridge. Thinking fast - which is quite a feat for a drunken man - I swing out my cane. The question mark shape hooks onto the bridge, and I am left hanging there. My grip is incredibly loose, and I realize that I can't hold on for long.

"Well, don't just stand there!"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Rhiannon reports to Commnader Everett's office.

She walks in and stands at attention as Everett looks up from his files and says, "At ease Cadet Palmer."

Rhiannon stands at ease and she says, "You wanted to see me Commander?"

He says, "Yes I did. I called you in here because I have to say that I thought you being here was not a good idea, however Jim Gordon is more than just a good cop. He is a friend of mine and I owe him a lot more than anyone will ever know."

He stands up and begins to walk with a limp. He says, "You see I was embroiled in a corruption scandal when I was just starting out at GCPD. Captain Henshaw asked me to help him find out who some of the dirty cops were in the department. Well as a rookie you don't turn down too many assignments like that. As I was doing my work I found out that Henshaw was the dirtiest cop of all he was the ringleader. I was shot for it by him hence the limp and while I was in the hospital I was set-up. The whole thing was a set-up from the get go by Henshaw. He didn't expect me to get so close to the truth."

Everrett stares out the window and says, "Only one man stood by me through the whole thing Jim Gordon. He did a lot of work and eventually proved my innocence. But the damage was done and I was also disabled I couldn't even get a job as a mall cop. Finally Jim told I-A that he would keep the whole thing quiet and save the department a lot of embarassment on the following conditions. 1) Henshaw had to resign and he'd keep his pension. 2) The cops involved were demoted and 3) I was given a job of my choice within the GCPD. The board decided that I would be allowed to take over here at the academy. Been here ever since and it's all because of your benefactor."

Rhainnon says, "Thank you for confiding in me sir."

Everett says, "I am not saying this to confide in you. I am telling you this to let you know the responsibility that you bear. Jim Gordon doesn't do things like this often unless he believes in the person. It's not jsut your reputation on the line here it's his as well and I will not tollerate even the slightest possibility that you might tarnish it. Is that clear cadet?"

Rhiannon replies, "Yes Sir."

Everett says, "Now don't let this go to your head, but I think Gordon's instincts about you are dead-on. You've more than caught up to your classmates you're going to make a good addition to the force."

Hmmmm....I wonder if he is refering to being a jedi knight?

Rhiannon replies, "Thank you just trying to do my best sir."

Everett says, "I know I also called you in here for another reason. There's a secret society here on campus called the black-lance. Rogue cadets who are not only cheating but are setting up their connections with some of the mob-bosses for when they get out and they are networking with some of the cops on the force right now."

Rhiannon replies, "You want me to try and bring them down."

Everett says, "In a way I want you to expose them, the taking down will be the job of Gordon's units. I usually don't say this but I want to use your connection to Gordon to get in with them. The mob bosses here have wanted to get the claws into Gordon's unit for years. If there is a sliver of light for them I want them to run to it and when they I want to crush them. You don't have to do this, but if you do this and once your connection to Gordon is exposed you will get one of two reactions. 1) People will view you like the coach's kid and be treating as such 2) The black lance forces will jump at this. Because you're new and vulnerable here. Are you in?"

Rhiannon says, "All-right sir, When do we start?"

He says, "Immediately" throws her a set of files and says, "Read these in here only, study them, know them inside-out these are suspected members. Start falling behind in some of your classes, don't worry if this works I will see to it you graduate on-time..."

Rhainnon asks, "What if it doesn't work?"

Everett replies, "If this doesn't work trust me graduation will be the least of your concerns. The black-lances will make sure you are never seen again. Anyway I'll berate you publically and say something about Gordon and you and that will be the bait. You will be the little worm on the hook that might net up one big fish. Start studying I'll get you your dinner."

Rhiannon sits down and begins studying the files

 

[Andy C.]

"Table 14, Knight to D-7...checkmate. Table 6, Rook takes Queen...checkmate. Table 11, Bishop to C-8...checkmate."

Luthor let out a weary sigh.

He had been working tirelessly over the last few days, both with the publication of The Gospel According to Lex Luthor, and with the myriad of inventions he had thought of while experimenting with the OMAC virus. Now, he was taking a quick coffee break, playing chess with thirty different people at one time, to keep his brain lubricated while he solved the world's problems.

The problem was, after being on such a hot intellectual streak for so long, he was starting to come down. Proving his mental superiority over the other knuckle-draggers was honestly boring.

Fortunately, the television playing WGBS news provided him with something a little more interesting.

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.

"Gentlemen, I'd like to thank you for yet another exciting coffee break, but I'm afraid I must take care of some rather pressing matters. Oh, and Pawn takes Bishop at B-9, Table 26. Checkmate."

With that, Lex strode out of the parlor and back towards his office, where he kept something for just this sort of situation.

Giganta begins throwing random cars around and says, "Come on Superman, where are you, it's time for you to meet your end. Come out and I'll make it quick!"

She then throws a tanker-truck into the bay.

"I'm afraid Superman is unavailable at the moment, my dear lady. However, if you're looking for a real challenge...

...look no further."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

"Table 14, Knight to D-7...checkmate. Table 6, Rook takes Queen...checkmate. Table 11, Bishop to C-8...checkmate."

Luthor let out a weary sigh.

He had been working tirelessly over the last few days, both with the publication of The Gospel According to Lex Luthor, and with the myriad of inventions he had thought of while experimenting with the OMAC virus. Now, he was taking a quick coffee break, playing chess with thirty different people at one time, to keep his brain lubricated while he solved the world's problems.

The problem was, after being on such a hot intellectual streak for so long, he was starting to come down. Proving his mental superiority over the other knuckle-draggers was honestly boring.

Fortunately, the television playing WGBS news provided him with something a little more interesting.



"Gentlemen, I'd like to thank you for yet another exciting coffee break, but I'm afraid I must take care of some rather pressing matters. Oh, and Pawn takes Bishop at B-9, Table 26. Checkmate."

With that, Lex strode out of the parlor and back towards his office, where he kept something for just this sort of situation.



"I'm afraid Superman is unavailable at the moment, my dear lady. However, if you're looking for a real challenge...

...look no further."

Giganta smiles at Lex and says, "I know you Lex Luthor I've seen your picture in the paper and on TV. Seems almost unfair, but if you are looking to be his replacement in the cemetary."

She rips a railroad car off of the track and says, "I aim to please."

She hurls it at Lex.

 

[Feature]

REX TYLER: HOURMAN
Season II - Part 4


Rex enters Victor Bannermain's office and finds the business man sitting behind his desk in the dark, drinking whiskey.

"What happened?" Rex asks breathlessly.

"What happened? I'll tell you what happened... you screwed up, Tyler. Royally."

Rex is confused.

"Me? How did I screw up?"

"Normally, it wouldn't matter that she died, Tyler. These things happen in trials, it is to be expected. What matters is that she was only four years old."

Rex's heart sank.

"No..."

"That is going to make news, Tyler. It is going to make Bannermain Pharmaceuticals looks like monsters. It is an unwritten rule that you do not test on anyone so young. I cannot for the life of me understand why you chose her..."

"But, I... I didn't! I mean... I just kind of... you know... it was random!"

Victor took a big shot of his whiskey and sighed.

"None of this matters, Tyler. What's done is done. Unfortunately for you, Bannermain Pharmaceuticals has to show the public that they are doing something about this."

Victor picked up a big carboard box stuff with items and placed it on his desk.

"Here are your things. We're giving you six months pay."

Rex looked at the box, horrified.

"Wait a minute... you can't do this! You're making a big mistake! I'm working on a new drug! Something big! It allows the subject to tap into their own physiology, enhancing strength and speed by--"

"I don't want to hear it, Tyler. Just take your things and get out of here. You've caused me enough problems today."

Downtrodden, Rex grabs his things and heads for the door. He hovers in the doorway for a moment, then turns back.

"Where do you get the nerve?" He asks Victor.

"Excuse me?"

"This is all your fault, you pompous ass! You rushed the damn drug into testing! I told you it wasn't ready! I told you it wasn't safe!"

"Tyler, please... get out of here before I call security."

"I'll tell the press! I'll tell them what you did!"

"Do it! Do it and you'll soon forget that you'll never work again! You'll be more worried about the fact that your own family won't speak to you! Everyone will know about the hookers and the drugs! I've got photos, Tyler! I've got proof!"

The room falls silent. Rex is radiating anger.

"I'm going to get you for this... I'm going to make you so sorry..."

Victor laughs.

"Shut up and get out."

 

[Byrd Man]

​

The Cat's Meow Club

The detective car pulls up to the dirty building.

"This be it, Boyo?"

I put the car in park and look in the back, Bullock and O'Hara sit in the seats with Jason in the middle, Maggie rides shotgun beside me. Montoya and Merkel are back at Central, making excuses for our being absent.

"Yep. Remember, we're looking for Frankie Corello. He's running this strip club for Zucco."

"What's the point of this, Captain? I mean, we don't have anything concrete on him..."

I light up and cigarette and inhale deeply before answering him.

"We're here to show them that we mean buisness."

"Yeah, Zucco got his lapdog that tried to cap us out on bail."

"Figures. Now, before we go through with this. I want you all to know, after this...there is no going back...Are you in or out?"

"Yes sir."

"What the hell? Ya gotta die of something..."

"I'm ready to fight, cap."

I look at Maggie and flick the ashes off my cigarette. She stares for a moment before answering.

"Jim?....Do you really need to ask?"

"Alright then, let's go."

The five of us spill out of the car and march towards the front of the club, a big bouncer sees us coming and blocks the interest.

"Sorry, club's closed to cops."

"Is that a fact? Says who?"

He puffs his chest out and looks at O'Hara.

"Me! Big Puss."

"Well, Puss. How about you suck my...."

Puss starts his swing before Bullock finishes speaking, O'Hara's meaty fist flys out of nowhere and grabs Puss' hand and twists.

POP!

"AAHHH OH GOD! YOU **** HEAD! YOU BROKE MY ****ING WRIST."

He drops to his knees and O'Hara kicks him hard across his face, breaking his nose.

"There. And a pretty nose to go with it ya wop bastard....no offense to ya. Harv."

Bullock grudgingly nods as we all go inside the club.

Classic Rock music blares from the speakers as the strippers do their dance on the pole and men watch with hard-ons.

I come to the bar and get the bartender's attention.

"Where's Frankie?"

"Who the **** is asking?"

The five of us flash our badges at the same time.

"GCPD. I'm Captain Gordon and these are my officers."

"Alright, hold on a ****ing second...."

Frankie Corello walks out of the back, he's a skinny man with a crooked nose and a gold chain.

"What the **** are you pigs doing here?"

"I'm here to place you under arrest."

He starts to laugh as he lights up a cigarette.

"HA! That's real ****ing rich! They got a N**** like you coming down here to arrest me? Tell ya what, why don't you take your little **** buddies here and go back to da club house and jerk off?....."

Corello eyes Maggie with a sleazy eye.

"Except her....what do you say, baby? You wanna make a little dough and go to the back and suck my ****? I'll put a paper bag with a mouth hole and everything!"

WAP!

Maggie punches him hard in the stomach, and as he recoils from the hit, she grabs him by the head and knees him in the forehead.

"**** you, sleaze ball!"

He stumbles back and Bard's there to grab him, his cigarette falls to the ground.

"You're under arrest for selling liquor while the state of New Jersey doesn't allow liscenses to stip clubs."

"YOU ****ING PIG! ARRESTING ME OVER SOME BULL**** LIKE THIS! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!?!"

I take one last long drag of my cigarette and look at him while I exhale smoke.

"We're the cops. Detective Bard, read him his rights."

Jason and Harvey start to drag him away towards the exit.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...."

Corello starts to scream as they drag him out.

"DEAD! YOU'RE ALL ****ING DEAD!!! YOU HEAR ME! YOUR WHOLE FAMILY! EVERYONE YOU LOVE! ****ING DEAD!!!!"​

 

[Andy C.]

Giganta smiles at Lex and says, "I know you Lex Luthor I've seen your picture in the paper and on TV. Seems almost unfair, but if you are looking to be his replacement in the cemetary."

She rips a railroad car off of the track and says, "I aim to please."

She hurls it at Lex.

The incoming railroad car (an unoccupied box-car, thankfully) blurred through the air at an alarming speed, but Luthor made no attempt to move out of the way. For one thing, the car wasn't made to travel at that sort of velocity, and was already beginning to break apart. And for another, the energy shield enveloping his suit was designed to take direct hits from Superman himself; Lex had very little to worry about from some flying scrap metal.

Debris rained down as the car smashed against Luthor's shield, causing the citizens below to dive for cover. Lex smirked, then flew towards the enormous woman to better examine his foe. Someone with her...talents...could actually prove very useful, given the proper direction.

"Quite a remarkable specimen you are, my dear," he said, still not entirely sure if the giant would be able to hear his voice at that size. "Able to manipulate your physical mass, and increase your strength proportionally."

The giant swatted at him. A quick burst from his suit's thrusters moved him out of harm's way as he continued his approach.

"It's just too bad that you don't seem to have much in the way of imagination. All that power, and what do you do with it? A half-hearted Godzilla impression. Pathetic."

He quickly juked downward to avoid another blow, zipping down between her feet and coming back up behind her.

"Even with your increased strength, I seriously doubt you're invulnerable to boot. You'd better keep that in mind when the National Guard orders an air-strike and has you raining down on Metropolis in big meaty chunks. Not a particularly pleasant way to go..."

Lex flew right up to the giant woman's ear, so he'd be able to say the following without the public hearing him.

"...but I've got an alternative for you. Ten million dollars. Cash. That's the reward you'll get if you put on a show here and let me win. Not only that, but I'll give you a few more interesting opportunities than your Queen-Kong routine."

With that, Luthor flew back to face her head-on, striking a confrontational pose to look good for the crowd.

"It's your call. And just so you know, your price is dropping for every second you keep me waiting."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The incoming railroad car (an unoccupied box-car, thankfully) blurred through the air at an alarming speed, but Luthor made no attempt to move out of the way. For one thing, the car wasn't made to travel at that sort of velocity, and was already beginning to break apart. And for another, the energy shield enveloping his suit was designed to take direct hits from Superman himself; Lex had very little to worry about from some flying scrap metal.

Debris rained down as the car smashed against Luthor's shield, causing the citizens below to dive for cover. Lex smirked, then flew towards the enormous woman to better examine his foe. Someone with her...talents...could actually prove very useful, given the proper direction.

"Quite a remarkable specimen you are, my dear," he said, still not entirely sure if the giant would be able to hear his voice at that size. "Able to manipulate your physical mass, and increase your strength proportionally."

The giant swatted at him. A quick burst from his suit's thrusters moved him out of harm's way as he continued his approach.

"It's just too bad that you don't seem to have much in the way of imagination. All that power, and what do you do with it? A half-hearted Godzilla impression. Pathetic."

He quickly juked downward to avoid another blow, zipping down between her feet and coming back up behind her.

"Even with your increased strength, I seriously doubt you're invulnerable to boot. You'd better keep that in mind when the National Guard orders an air-strike and has you raining down on Metropolis in big meaty chunks. Not a particularly pleasant way to go..."

Lex flew right up to the giant woman's ear, so he'd be able to say the following without the public hearing him.

"...but I've got an alternative for you. Ten million dollars. Cash. That's the reward you'll get if you put on a show here and let me win. Not only that, but I'll give you a few more interesting opportunities than your Queen-Kong routine."

With that, Luthor flew back to face her head-on, striking a confrontational pose to look good for the crowd.

"It's your call. And just so you know, your price is dropping for every second you keep me waiting."

Giganta quickly grabs Luthor before he can react.

She pulls him as though she is studying him and says, "The money is not an issue though ten million is fine. The business opportunites interests me very much My guess you got something in that suit that could project an electrical blast. You fire it I fall into the bay and disappear. I'll be at your office once I get cleaned up to discuss your deal. Make it look good."

Lex charges up the suit and fires off an electrical charge.

"AHHHHH!", screams Giganta as she flings Luthor back and she "Falls" into the the bay.

Once she hits the water she returns to normal size and she swims back to her warehouse loft.

Luthor's suit was good but not that good. His proposition though...could be a very good thing for me. A man with his power and influence...very good!

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Rhiannon finishes looking over the files.

It seems like Eric Holland is with this group. Creep. The guy has been hitting on me since I got here...maybe I can use that to my advantage...or who knows maybe The Atom can do some after hours checking on him and I can keep my dignity intact. Sounds like a plan.

Everret re-enters the office and says, "Okay time to go. The others are going to start wondering where you are."

Rhiannon says, "Yes Sir. I think I have a lead. I just need to do some discreet investigating."

Everett replies, "Holland."

She says, "Yeah but how..."

Everett says, "I figured that as well. I also know he's been hitting on you since you got here."

Rhiannon just stares at him.

He says, "You don't get as far as I have without seeing everything. Holland is slick be careful. I don't know how you're going to do it but be careful if anything happens to you Jim will never let hear the end of it."

Rhiannon nods and leaves.

 

[Spike_x1]

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.

When the two beams collided, a huge burst of light exploded from the contact point. After a brief moment, the light began to clear and both Superman and Blackrock had been reeled from the explosion. Peter was still positioned in midair, but with a forcefield of dark power surrounding and protecting him as he strained to keep it up under the force of the explosive power. Superman, however, was sent back and crashing down to the roof of the closest building.

Shouldering a large chunk of rubble out of his way, the Man of Steel turned back to face his opponent, with his eyes burning brightly in anger.

"Peter, stop this now," growled Clark. "So far, nothing more than property damage has been done. But I'm not going to let you push it to another level!"

All of the dust settling around him rippled away as Superman rocketed at Blackrock and laid a double uppercut onto the enemy, breaking through the forcefield and smashing Peter in the jaw.

Caught by surprise at Superman's ferocity, Blackrock fell out of the sky and caved in the roof of a car. Groggily, he rolled off of the vehicle and gained his footing on the ground. "Peter." At the sound of his former name, Blackrock looked up and laid eyes again on the bane of his existence floating above.

"You need help. Turn yourself in. Look at these people," Clark gestured to the crowd of panicked bystanders all around them. "You and I can probably keep this up all day, but these people will be the ones who would truly pay the price for our actions." Superman finally touched down on the ground and walked to Blackrock, concern replacing the anger that was in his eyes earlier. "Please, Peter, see some help. And afterwards, if you still blame me, then we can settle it under circumstances that won't risk innocent lives."

The hatred on Blackrock's face remained, but it seemed to recede somewhat as he pulled his mask off and sighed. "Fine." Turning to a small squad of police officers who were situated at the scene, Peter held his arms out and cuffs were snapped around his wrists, for what little good they'd do. As he was marched off procedurally into a squad car, Blackrock looked over his shoulder at the Man of Steel and gave a final sneer before the car door was closed behind him.

Not wanting to talk to any of the growing crowd around him about what had transpired that day between two former friends, Clark bowed his head and ascended into the sky to fly away.

 

[Green Lantern]

Frankie Corello walks out of the back, he's a skinny man with a crooked nose and a gold chain.

"What the **** are you pigs doing here?"

"I'm here to place you under arrest."

He starts to laugh as he lights up a cigarette.

"HA! That's real ****ing rich! They got a N**** like you coming down here to arrest me? Tell ya what, why don't you take your little **** buddies here and go back to da club house and jerk off?....."

Corello eyes Maggie with a sleazy eye.

"Except her....what do you say, baby? You wanna make a little dough and go to the back and suck my ****? I'll put a paper bag with a mouth hole and everything!"

WAP!

Maggie punches him hard in the stomach, and as he recoils from the hit, she grabs him by the head and knees him in the forehead.

"**** you, sleaze ball!"

He stumbles back and Bard's there to grab him, his cigarette falls to the ground.

"You're under arrest for violating your liquor liscense."

"YOU ****ING PIG! ARRESTING ME OVER SOME BULL**** LIKE THIS! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!?!"

I take one last long drag of my cigarette and look at him while I exhale smoke.

"We're the cops. Detective Bard, read him his rights."

Jason and Harvey start to drag him away towards the exit.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...."

Corello starts to scream as they drag him out.

"DEAD! YOU'RE ALL ****ING DEAD!!! YOU HEAR ME! YOUR WHOLE FAMILY! EVERYONE YOU LOVE! ****ING DEAD!!!!"​

"Tony, its me, Frankie. Dirty skinned mother ****er pinched me, claimed I violated my non existant liquor liscense. Ton, I'm tellin ya, we need to send this mother ****er back to the trees. Scare the **** outta him at least. Leave him a message on his doorstep or sumthin. Anyway get me the **** outta here."

"Bail's on its way. And I'm gonna give our buddy Oz a call. See what he can do about this goody goody cop o' his."

Tony hung up on his capo, and quickly dialed the mayor.

"Oswald good buddy, how's the office treatin ya? Listen, we got problems. Couple of your boys in blue are forgettin who's payroll the city is on. They've been hittin my boys pretty hard the last few days. Specifically this Gordon mother ****er. I want his badge."

 

[Green Lantern]

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

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

"Brash, too quick to act, somewhat stupid? Fits you to a tee."

"Meet me back home, and we'll talk."

With that, Barry was gone.

 

[Andy C.]

Giganta quickly grabs Luthor before he can react.

She pulls him as though she is studying him and says, "The money is not an issue though ten million is fine. The business opportunites interests me very much My guess you got something in that suit that could project an electrical blast. You fire it I fall into the bay and disappear. I'll be at your office once I get cleaned up to discuss your deal. Make it look good."

Very good, Luthor thought to himself. This woman was definitely smarter than she let on. She would prove to be a most valuable asset indeed.

Lex charges up the suit and fires off an electrical charge.

"AHHHHH!", screams Giganta as she flings Luthor back and she "Falls" into the the bay.

Once she hits the water she returns to normal size and she swims back to her warehouse loft.

Luthor's suit was good but not that good. His proposition though...could be a very good thing for me. A man with his power and influence...very good!

Luthor smiled, very pleased with himself. Not only did he have a new business associate, but also plenty of ammunition to use against Superman and the like. A rampaging giant wreaks havoc in Metropolis, and Superman is busy slugging it out with a former friend.

Beautiful.

Lex descended, touching ground amid a mob of reporters.

"Mr. Luthor! George Taylor, Daily Star. Care to comment on the events that just transpired?"

"I don't think that there is much I can add from what you already saw. A metahuman woman capable of manipulating her physical mass staged an unprovoked attack on the people of Metropolis, and since Superman was...*ahem* preoccupied with Blackrock,I took it upon myself to subdue her, using my LexCorp-patented L-Mk II War Suit. I'll be more than happy to provide the authorities with the technical readouts if you're curious."

"Lois Lane, Daily Planet. Considering the accusations you've made against Superman and other so-called 'vigilantes' in your book, how do you justify your actions today?"

Lane. Lex had counted on her being the one to try and put up some opposition. However, just as in everything else, he was already ten steps ahead.

"Ah, Lois, may I first of all say how lovely you're looking today? And secondly, to answer your question, I'd like to point out that I'm acting with my identity perfectly open to the public, and LexCorp will pay for all damages and hospital bills for those hurt in the incident. Unlike the 'heroes' who fly away after causing so much destruction, I have nothing to hide.

"More to the point, I regretably took the law into my own hands because the current law-enforcement agents are woefully unprepared to handle metahuman violence at the rate it appears to be escalating. I am currently in the process of designing several new defense projects, in cooperation with the United States Army, to remedy that. No one deserves to have that kind of power and go unchecked.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to re-charge my suit and get back to work. If anyone has further questions, I'll be holding a press conference later tonight. And if Superman is willing to confront me on what I've said about him, he's more than welcome to attend. Good day."

With that, Luthor took a few steps away from the throng of press agents, partly for dramatic effect, and partly so they wouldn't be cooked to a crisp when he fired his suit's thrusters and took to the air.

Now he would head back to LexCorp, rendezvous with his new associate, and prepare for the press conference that night.

As he rose into the sky, he couldn't help but think of that ridiculous children's cartoon about Superman, and the catch-phrase they had given him...

Up, up, and away...

 

[Byrd Man]

​

Gotham Central

It's about mid-day and I'm sitting at my desk, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes. I've been going on little to no sleep for the past few days. I keep telling myself crime doesn't sleep, I've been fooling myself so far but I'm starting to feel the effects.

"Gordon? Loeb needs to see you."

I lazily look up as the uniform cop points towards Loeb's office.

"What?...Oh, okay."

I collect myself and put out the cigarette I've been smoking on.

I know something's up as soon as I walk in the door. Loeb's not alone, she's with Flass and Probson, The Probe as everyone calls him. He's head of Internal Affairs.

"Jim. Have a seat..."

I sit down across from Loeb's desk, Probson and Flass stand behind her.

"Captain Gordon, I'm going to be blunt...we're going to let you go."

"What?"

"Yeah, Jimbo. We got a complaint from the mayor. Seems you were and some other officers were spotted at a club last night, harassing the club's manager..."

"The man is a known mobster, Flass...don't call me Jimbo."

"Jim. Don't make this any harder on yourself."

"No! Because I've done nothing wrong! The man was selling liquor illegally. I did what I felt was nessecary."

"Do yourself a favor, turn in your badge and leave now. Either you leave now or we make you..."

Suddenly, the door to Loeb's office swings open and a shrieking voice fills the air.

"NOT SO FAST!"

"Who the **** are you?"

"I'm Scott Howard, attorney at law. I'm also Captain Gordon's legal aid. You fire him and you'll have a law suit on your hands."

"You hired an attorney, Jim?"

"I...I um..."

"That doesn't matter, Ms. Loeb. What matters now is that your police department, which is already dangerously close to the red, will be facing a 23 million dollar discrimination law suit if you fire Captain Gordon."

Howard opens up his briefcase and grabs a sheet of paper.

"Captain Gordon is the force's only African-American Officer. The grounds are there. I'm warning you, be prepared for a law suit."

Loeb sits there for a long time....she finally sighs and points to the door.

"Fine! Take your damn lawyer and leave."

I follow Howard out the door and I start to talk to him as we leav her office.

"Who hired you?"

"I'm a staff lawyer for the Wayne Foundation."

"Bruce Wayne? What's his interest?"

"Mr. Wayne is actually quite deep, despite his playboy exterior. He believe in Gotham City and, apparently, he also believes in Jim Gordon."

I manage a feeble smile as Howard hands me his card and walks away.

The Gordon Residence

It's close to eight when I finally get to my house. My feet hurt and I feel emotionally drained.

I'm standing on the apartment stoop when I hear someone whistling.

"Hey! You!"

I turn to see a man standing up against a light pole.

"You Gordon?"

I cautiously turn to the man, my hands going towards my gun.

"Yeah, who wants to know?"

"Just wondering. Nice place you got, nice family too. Got a white woman...you must be a real special n*****. Or maybe you just found a ******ed white woman."

I feel my blood boil as I start to walk towards the man.

"Get the hell outta here!"

"Just saying. It'd be a damn shame if something happen to him. Sarah, Barbara, the n***** lovers and little James, the half-breed.

My gun is out now, pointed at the man's chest.

"I'll give you to the count of five....1....4...."

The man's off and running into the shadows and I'm already inside my apartment door.

"Sarah! Sarah!"

I bust through the front door, Sarah rushes out the kitchen with Barbara right behind her.

"Jim?"

"Dad? What's wrong?"

My heart's racing and I reach for my smokes, I need something to calm my nerves.

"There....there was a man outside...he was....he was..."

I drop my gun and hold my hands to my head.

"He was threatining you....."

"What?...what did he say?"

I'm already reaching for my cell phone.

"It doesn't matter, honey. I'm taking care of it.....Bard? It's Jim. Round them up..."

Later.....


I help James into the backseat of the car. Jason sits in the front seat with Maggie beside him.

"You know where to go, right?"

"Yep. I'll take them to my place. I never stay there, I'm mostly at work or at Dinah's."

"How come we can't go, Jim?"

I look at Maggie as Barbara scoots past me and next to James.

"I need you two to protect my family. You're my partner Maggie, I've trusted you with my life many times and I trust you with my family too."

I look at Sarah before she gets in.

"Be careful."

"Always."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We both lean in for a kiss. Sarah closes her eyes while it goes on, but I leave them open. Out the corner of my eye I see Jason turn away...but Maggie watches with a bit of a gleam in her eye.

"Be safe, kids. Listen to Jason and Maggie."

"We will."

"You got it, dad."

I shut the door behind Sarah and slap the car's roof. Jason starts to speed away and I turn back to the apartment. The rest of my group sit on the porch, waiting.

"What's the plan, Cap?"

I walk on the porch, lighting up a cigarette as I go.

"He went too far, Renee. He crossed the line."

I turn to O'Hara.

"You're in SWAT. Can you get us some shotguns?"

He smiles and strokes his red mustache.

"Thought you'd never ask, Boyo."

O'Hara reaches underneath a chair on the porch and pulls out a foot locker. He throws a shotgun to me, Montoya, and Merkel.

"No offense to ya, Harv. But I think ye be doing enough damage with the pistol.."

"Yeah...yeah..."

I look at the small group looking at me.

"He thinks he can intimidate us. He thinks we'll give into the pressure. Does anyone know where Zucco is?"

"I hear he goes to The Iceberg Club 'bout this time every week."

I nod and pump the shotgun.

"Let's take it to him."​

 

[Green Lantern]

Later.....


I help James into the backseat of the car. Jason sits in the front seat with Maggie beside him.

"You know where to go, right?"

"Yep. I'll take them to my place. I never stay there, I'm mostly at work or at Dinah's."

"How come we can't go, Jim?"

I look at Maggie as Barbara scoots past me and next to James.

"I need you two to protect my family. You're my partner Maggie, I've trusted you with my life many times and I trust you with my family too."

I look at Sarah before she gets in.

"Be careful."

"Always."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We both lean in for a kiss. Sarah closes her eyes while it goes on, but I leave them open. Out the corner of my eye I see Jason turn away...but Maggie watches with a bit of a gleam in her eye.

"Be safe, kids. Listen to Jason and Maggie."

"We will."

"You got it, dad."

I shut the door behind Sarah and slap the car's roof. Jason starts to speed away and I turn back to the apartment. The rest of my group sit on the porch, waiting.

"What's the plan, Cap?"

I walk on the porch, lighting up a cigarette as I go.

"He went too far, Renee. He crossed the line."

I turn to O'Hara.

"You're in SWAT. Can you get us some shotguns?"

He smiles and strokes his red mustache.

"Thought you'd never ask, Boyo."

O'Hara reaches underneath a chair on the porch and pulls out a foot locker. He throws a shotgun to me, Montoya, and Merkel.

"No offense to ya, Harv. But I think ye be doing enough damage with the pistol.."

"Yeah...yeah..."

I look at the small group looking at me.

"He thinks he can intimidate us. He thinks we'll give into the pressure. Does anyone know where Zucco is?"

"I hear he goes to The Iceberg Club 'bout this time every week."

I nod and pump the shotgun.

"Let's take it to him."​

That Night, The Iceberg Club, Gotham City, VIP Lounge

Tony Zucco is sitting on a plush leather chair, his shirt was unbuttoned, his bulging stomach exposed along with the carpet of hair on his chest. Between his legs was a head of blond hair, belonging to a nineteen year old stripper who worked at the Club.

"Oh... yeah baby... thats the stuff... Uhnhh uh..."


His eyes closed as his head tilted back and he let out a long moan.

Minutes later the stripper was wiping her mouth off on a towel and Tony was lighting a Cuban cigar.

"Thanks babe, that was beeee A YOU tiful. Go and buy yourself sumthin' purty."

He folded up five hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. As she left, Tico Lombardi came into the room. "Sorry to interrupt boss, but we got an issue downstairs."

Buttoning up his shirt, Tony glared at his henchman. He took a big puff on the cigar.

"What sort of issue? What's so important to **** up my relaxation day?"

"We got Gordo and his goons down stairs... Bastards are packing too..."

"The ****? Don't they know that this place is owned by the man who signs their damned checks? This place is 'posed to be off limits to them."

He took two more big puffs on the cigar, and shrugged.

"Guess we teach them who runs the show in Gotham."

Tony walked over to the safe in the corner and entered the combination. As the door swung open, Tony grabbed two HK53s from the rack inside it. He tossed one to Tico, then nodded.

They walked out the door of the VIP room and stood on top of the stairs. Seeing Gordon's crew, Zucco became enraged.

"THICK LIPPED BASTARD! I see that the early retirement I requested for you didn't stick. The **** are you doing in here? This place is off limits to Bacon. You ****ers are sizzling in the goddamned pan, and I love the smell of cooking pork."

 

[Byrd Man]

That Night, The Iceberg Club, Gotham City, VIP Lounge

Tony Zucco is sitting on a plush leather chair, his shirt was unbuttoned, his bulging stomach exposed along with the carpet of hair on his chest. Between his legs was a head of blond hair, belonging to a nineteen year old stripper who worked at the Club.

"Oh... yeah baby... thats the stuff... Uhnhh uh..."


His eyes closed as his head tilted back and he let out a long moan.

Minutes later the stripper was wiping her mouth off on a towel and Tony was lighting a Cuban cigar.

"Thanks babe, that was beeee A YOU tiful. Go and buy yourself sumthin' purty."

He folded up five hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. As she left, Tico Lombardi came into the room. "Sorry to interrupt boss, but we got an issue downstairs."

Buttoning up his shirt, Tony glared at his henchman. He took a big puff on the cigar.

"What sort of issue? What's so important to **** up my relaxation day?"

"We got Gordo and his goons down stairs... Bastards are packing too..."

"The ****? Don't they know that this place is owned by the man who signs their damned checks? This place is 'posed to be off limits to them."

He took two more big puffs on the cigar, and shrugged.

"Guess we teach them who runs the show in Gotham."

Tony walked over to the safe in the corner and entered the combination. As the door swung open, Tony grabbed two HK53s from the rack inside it. He tossed one to Tico, then nodded.

They walked out the door of the VIP room and stood on top of the stairs. Seeing Gordon's crew, Zucco became enraged.

"THICK LIPPED BASTARD! I see that the early retirement I requested for you didn't stick. The **** are you doing in here? This place is off limits to Bacon. You ****ers are sizzling in the goddamned pan, and I love the smell of cooking pork."

I stare Zucco down, a cigarette dangling from my lips.

"Let's get something straight, Zucco. Not even you are above the law."

I walk across the room, in a matter of seconds I'm in his face.

"You come anywhere near my family again and I will kill you. Make no mistakes about it, I'll gladly go to the chair if it means that I'm making sure a son of a ***** like you keeps his hands off my family. Besides, you need all the hands you can get. Jerking off the mayor is a hard job..."

I take a long drag off my cigarette and blow the smoke into his face.

"Besides, last time I checked. Assault rifles are banned in New Jersey."

I manage a smile as I still stare at Zucco.

"Either give me the weapon or you'll take a trip to Gotham Central with me and my officers.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Brash, too quick to act, somewhat stupid? Fits you to a tee."

"Meet me back home, and we'll talk."

With that, Barry was gone.

Barry Allen's Apartment
10 seconds later

I open the door to Barry's apartment, a box of pizza in my arms.

"Sorry I'm late, I stopped by and grabbed a pizza. I was starving...Want some?"

 

[Green Lantern]

I stare Zucco down, a cigarette dangling from my lips.

"Let's get something straight, Zucco. Not even you are above the law."

I walk across the room, in a matter of seconds I'm in his face.

"You come anywhere near my family again and I will kill you. Make no mistakes about it, I'll gladly go to the chair if it means that I'm making sure a son of a ***** like you keeps his hands off my family. Besides, you need all the hands you can get. Jerking off the mayor is a hard job..."

I take a long drag off my cigarette and blow the smoke into his face.

"Besides, last time I checked. Assault rifles are banned in New Jersey."

I manage a smile as I still stare at Zucco.

"Either give me the weapon or you'll take a trip to Gotham Central with me and my officers.

Zucco walked down the stairs and several Italian men flanked him from both sides.

"Listen you goddamn n****r."

Tony pushed Gordon with the hand not holding the gun.

"If I wanted to touch your family, they'd be dead already. I suggest you fugg off and find the real man who threatened your family. You want this gun? Fine, but you and I both know I've got a liscense for it."

Tony shoved the gun into Gordon's arms.

"Now get the **** outta my face, and stay outta the places I go."

 

[Spike_x1]

"O...kaaaay, aaand... done!"

Sitting at his desk, Clark proofread his newly finished article in the span of several microseconds before e-mailing it to his Editor. As much as he would have liked to cover the story of Lex Luthor fighting a mysterious woman who was a number of stories tall, and then publicly bashing the superhero population, Clark had instead been assigned the related topic of Superman fighting Blackrock, while Lois had the Luthor story. Clark knew that he could trust her to put heavy emphasis, in her article, on the fact that not even someone as powerful as Superman seemed to have the ability to be in two places at once, and therefore chose to tackle the more destructive of the two threats, as a rebuttal to Luthor's statements against the hero community. Not wishing to just repeat the information that Lois' story would provide, Kent stuck to the facts of the former hero, Blackrock, now publicly known to be Doctor Peter Silverstone, taking over all media broadcasts throughout Metropolis, and combating the Man of Steel. Thankfully, Superman managed to talk Blackrock down before any innocent lives were lost, and then disappeared into the skies. Despite such a sudden disappearance before answering any questions, contractors and insurers alike were both mystified by the reconstruction of the property that was damaged in the aerial battle, and were reluctantly crediting Superman with the repairs.

I wish I could've done more, he thought, pushing his glasses up and staring into space. After Blackrock was apprehended by the authorities, Silverstone's trail ended. Clark assumed that he was being kept in a secure facility somewhere, and getting the therapy and help that he truly needed, while the city was still in the midst of constructing the new state of the art prison over what remained of the former Stryker's Island Power Plant; but that was purely speculation. Wherever Blackrock was now, the authorities were keeping very tight-lipped about it.

"Smallville, are you ready to go yet?" Clark swiveled his chair around to look at Lois, who was leaning quite impatiently on the photocopier.

Getting up and out of the chair, Clark cleared his throat a bit and smiled at her, "You bet, Lois." Walking to her, Clark sheepishly asked, "I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names... what's the name of the restaurant we're going to, again?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Rhiannon waits for her room-mate to fall asleep. Once she does she shrinks down and begins to float to Eric Holland's room through the air-ducts.

She sits inside of the ventilation system and listens to Holland talking on a cell-phone.

He says, "Yes sir...you got it sir...right...oh give me a break that old gas-bag running this place is way past his prime...trust me sir I am way too smart for him...in fact he is getting ready to send another mouse into the snake-pit...yeah she's good looking and smart but push comes to shove the black-lance society will prevail....that brain-child stands no chance...Yes...string her along and then squash her like a grape....all right sir...talk to you later...right."

He hangs up the phone and his room-mate says, "You better watch it Eric. You get too cocky and all it would take is one screw up for you and some others to be kicked out and that is you're lucky."

He says to his room-mate, "Lighten up Greg. Besides me and my partners have everything worked out. You just keep your mouth shut and keep cool and I'll keep my end of the deal. Your little secret will never see the light of day. Got it?"

The Atom leans against the wall as she hears a door close. She peeks in and sees his room-mate is distressed.

Okay first off how did he know about my conversation with Everett. Secondly he is blackmailing his room-mate I might be able to use that to my advantage at some point. Third considering my powers that squashing thing doesn't sound good. But still how did he know about....

She floats to Everett's office and begins to looking around and sees.

Great no wonder the black-lances are two-steps ahead of the cops...they've been bugging his office, and judging from the size and composition of these mics...this stuff is next-gen...whoever is bank-rolling these guys are very powerful people. These mics are almost too small to be seen with the naked eye.

The Atom then floats into his computer.

I'm no super-computer nerd but even I know that a couple of these things don't belong and if this is bugged then I'll bet the phone is tapped as well.

She floats back to her room and returns to normal size.

Rhiannon climbs into bed and lays there with her eyes open.

Let's review shall we...first off Holland knows I'm going to be coming after him, second I can't tell Everett his office is bugged he'll wonder how I found the mics and how I knew about Holland...he's a good cop and it won't take him long to figure out there's something different about me, and third...his room-mate Greg could be a key factor in taking the black-lances out. One thing is for sure...I am quickly discovering that being a cop isn't like it is on TV that is for sure.

She tries to clsoe her eyes and go to sleep.

 

[Byrd Man]

Zucco walked down the stairs and several Italian men flanked him from both sides.

"Listen you goddamn n****r."

Tony pushed Gordon with the hand not holding the gun.

"If I wanted to touch your family, they'd be dead already. I suggest you fugg off and find the real man who threatened your family. You want this gun? Fine, but you and I both know I've got a liscense for it."

Tony shoved the gun into Gordon's arms.

"Now get the **** outta my face, and stay outta the places I go."

I coldly stare at Zucco, I finally speak.

"I won't stop until you're behind bars or under the ground. Every where you turn, me and my officers will be there. From this point out, every thing you do will be under a microscope. You step a toe out of line and I have proof, you'll be sleeping on a cot and being ****ed in the ass by a 400 pound man named Jim Bob."

I focus my attention away from Zucco and around the room, the corrupt politicians, officials and criminals all stare at me with disdain.

"That goes for all of you. Starting tonight, nobody is exempt from the law."

I turn back to Zucco, I touch my hat and sarcastically smile.

"Have a good night, now."

I turn to leave, the other officers follow me. Montoya pokes me in the ribs as we leave the club and walk through the parking lot.

"I don't think that was wise, cap. You're starting up a hornet's nest."

I look at Renee before I open my car door.

"They took the law for granted. They started it."

I open the car door and slide into the driver's seat.

"And I'm going to finish it."

 

[Green Lantern]

I coldly stare at Zucco, I finally speak.

"I won't stop until you're behind bars or under the ground. Every where you turn, me and my officers will be there. From this point out, every thing you do will be under a microscope. You step a toe out of line and I have proof, you'll be sleeping on a cot and being ****ed in the ass by a 400 pound man named Jim Bob."

I focus my attention away from Zucco and around the room, the corrupt politicians, officials and criminals all stare at me with disdain.

"That goes for all of you. Starting tonight, nobody is exempt from the law."

I turn back to Zucco, I touch my hat and sarcastically smile.

"Have a good night, now."

I turn to leave, the other officers follow me. Montoya pokes me in the ribs as we leave the club and walk through the parking lot.

"I don't think that was wise, cap. You're starting up a hornet's nest."

I look at Renee before I open my car door.

"They took the law for granted. They started it."

I open the car door and slide into the driver's seat.

"And I'm going to finish it."

As Gordon was exiting the club, Zucco yelled at him. "Gettin proof and gettin a jury that will convict me, thats two different things you mother ****ing jiggaboo."

The Next Day, The Cat's Meow:

Tony and his capos were sitting around a table, one of the clubs most attractive strippers was dancing on a pole in front of them.

"Whatcha guys got for me?"

Joey handed Tony a wrap of bills, and Tony thumbed through it.

"Only $1500?"

Grumbling, Joey pulled out some more bills, he counted off another ten, and Tony just glared. Muttering under his breath he threw the other five bills on the table.

"Got something to say?"

Joey shook his head.

"Thought so..."

"This might make your day, boss. That Green Bay/Dallas game was a goldmine. I got $6 grand for ya. And Joey, I need one of your guys to help get some money for me. Bongiovi won't fuggin pay."

Just then, "Glory Days" started playing on the overhead.

"Shut up and enjoy the song youse guys. This man is a mob legend."

"Springsteen, boss?"

"**** no, his guitarist, Steven Van Zandt. Guy was Silvio on the Sopranos."

 

[trustyside-kick]

OOC: Previously...

Spoiler

IC:

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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.

IC:

Brother Blood stands a distance away from the gathered crowd at the end of an alley way and marvels at the sight before him. It isn't the grand Cathedral building that causes him to go into awe, but the people around it whom will become victim to his purging of the impure; today will mark a great day for his Church. The Pastor of the old Gotham City Church stands at the center podium, with the Pope and some other Church Officials sitting to his left.

"My friends, we live in dark times. Times where the innocent feel less safe than they used to. Times when we find ourselves looking over our shoulders out of mere fear. But we have been given a gift today. Today, we have this large, beautiful, Cathedral to light up our city. Let's face it; we are not New York City. Nor are we the City of Tomorrow Metropolis. To receive such a gift from the Church, is a gift to honor greatly."

The audience of people applaud the Pastor for minutes upon minutes, preventing him to continue his speech. Brother Blood starts to slowly creep into the crowd. With all of the cheering and commotion, he moves practically unnoticed say for a few odd looks. And as he walks through the crowd, he wears a smile upon his face.

"I...the applauds it's all...I have nothing else to say."

The crowd continues to clap and roar and the Pastor gives a thumbs up at the citizens and smiles and waves back and that is when Brother Blood starts to make his presence known.

"Then I shall say something!"

The cheering dies down and the Pastor looks at the man before him, clad in the most unusual of garments and wearing a skull crown upon his head. Brother Blood's smile never fades away. He stops, turns around facing the crowd, and levitates upward, higher than the podium at the center of the masses. He opens his arms wide open as if to embrace the people, only to shake them to their very cores.

"This...gift, from the Catholic Church is not just that. No. It bears no tidings as a gift should. People of Gotham, it is a beacon to light your city. YES! Indeed it is! But not a beacon of light to guide and steer others to its holiness, but to make it that much easier for my gift to be brought upon you!"

The Church officials grow worried and some stand beside their Pope while others find means of calling the GCPD as the Pope stands up. There is a bit of silence, and Brother Blood's smile widens even more as the actions to come invade his mind.

"Catholics, and all other Non-Believers of Gotham! I give you...GENOCIDE!"

With one swift motion, he flies towards the Pope, but one of his Bishops runs in front of him and Brother Blood takes the Bishop to the skies. Regardless of the fact that he grabbed the wrong victim, Brother Blood turns the Bishops head, and bites him on the neck. Afterwards, he twists the Bishops head around with his hands, and throws him down at the screaming crowd.