The "World of Heroes" DC RPG Season III

[twylight]

Garth thought about it for a second before answering Imra in his mind, No, we shouldn’t tell Lyle. That would bring tons of trouble down on Bart for going against his orders not to try and get home. We can’t leave him high and dry like that just because he wants to be around his loved ones again.
Besides, Imra…do we really have a right to stop him? Granted, Bart going back could mess some things up, but who are we to say he can never see the people he cares about ever again?
If anything, I say we should take the risk and help the kid get back to his friends and family, he mentally said with a look of sympathy on his face.

Imra, still kneeling by Bart watched Garth walk around the room, talking to her telepathically as Bart spoke.

"It's fine. My metabolism is already healing it. That's one of those perks to having super-speed." Bart grins for a second, then his face goes back to a determined look. "And I don't care what you guys say, I'm doing this. There is no way it could screw up the timeline anymore than those people coming back did, and none of you even noticed that. I'm going back to my time, if you guys want to stop me, that's your problem, cuz it won't be easy. If you want to help me instead though thatd be great."

Imra shook her head, thinking. ***It doesn’t matter anyway, Brainy is on his way up and he’s already told Lyle, who’s given him the go ahead.***



Imra, where are you?"

***In your old Lab, where you left Bart.*** She answered.

“Brainy is on his way down, and I think you got your way Bart.”

She knew that Garth was for it, and she sensed no hesitation from Lyle about the matter. She sighed, maybe it was just because her first brush with time travel had ended less than perfect. She stood, brushed her blonde hair from her face and walked over next to Garth surveying the machine.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Garth thought about it for a second before answering Imra in his mind, No, we shouldn’t tell Lyle. That would bring tons of trouble down on Bart for going against his orders not to try and get home. We can’t leave him high and dry like that just because he wants to be around his loved ones again.
Besides, Imra…do we really have a right to stop him? Granted, Bart going back could mess some things up, but who are we to say he can never see the people he cares about ever again?
If anything, I say we should take the risk and help the kid get back to his friends and family, he mentally said with a look of sympathy on his face.

Imra, still kneeling by Bart watched Garth walk around the room, talking to her telepathically as Bart spoke.

"It's fine. My metabolism is already healing it. That's one of those perks to having super-speed." Bart grins for a second, then his face goes back to a determined look. "And I don't care what you guys say, I'm doing this. There is no way it could screw up the timeline anymore than those people coming back did, and none of you even noticed that. I'm going back to my time, if you guys want to stop me, that's your problem, cuz it won't be easy. If you want to help me instead though thatd be great."

Imra shook her head, thinking. ***It doesn’t matter anyway, Brainy is on his way up and he’s already told Lyle, who’s given him the go ahead.***



Imra, where are you?"

***In your old Lab, where you left Bart.*** She answered.

“Brainy is on his way down, and I think you got your way Bart.”

She knew that Garth was for it, and she sensed no hesitation from Lyle about the matter. She sighed, maybe it was just because her first brush with time travel had ended less than perfect. She stood, brushed her blonde hair from her face and walked over next to Garth surveying the machine.

Huh, Lyle gave him the go ahead, eh? How about that, Garth thought with a smile.
For whatever reason, he was glad that Lyle had overturned his decision and decided to allow Bart to try and get back home. Garth knew that there’d be risks involved. Risks that could disrupt history. He knew that allowing him to go back through time could even have an impact on him and Imra. The past few days since they started seeing each other has been the happiest days of Garth’s life. But, as happy as he was being with Imra, he was willing to potentially sacrifice his happiness to help Bart make it home to his family and friends.

Imra walked up to stand next to him as he stared at the machine.
“It really is a piece of work, isn’t it?” said Garth as he looked over the device.

 

[Keyser Soze]

Joker is sitting beside us, playing with the sledgehammer. The fire burning in the grate casts his smiling face into ominous shadows. His eyes dart from mine to dad's, uncharacteristically waiting for a response. I can sense his enjoyment at the idea of toying with us...and this makes me just want to kick him across that leering face of his...

"You are not touching any of us!" Dad says in an impressively composed voice.

My heartbeat races at this. Provoking the mad man is the last thing we need!He really is capable of doing what he says. And for the first time tonight I am hit with the full impact of where I am and in whos company. I take in a surge of breathe and level my gaze with his in hopes of distracting him, "What is it that you really want? What about this antimatter you say you have hidden in Gotham?"

The Joker smiled. He knew that the girl was trying to buy time. Fortunately for her, he liked to talk.

"Ah yes, the antimatter," he answered, "With all the fun I've been having I almost forgot all about that! It's beautiful, isn't it? This stinking city looks at Bruce Wayne, and they are given hope, and they think that they mean something. So it's going to be oh so funny when they all raise their brainless little heads to look at Wayne Enterprises, only to see it explode, for death to come blasting out from it's very core. HA HA, it's going to be hillarious!"

The Joker stopped himself, realising what he'd let slip. But it didn't matter. Neither one of them would live to spread the news.

"But you can keep a secret, can't you?" he asked, holding his finger up to his lips, "Hush hush."

 

[SpideyLad]

Edward looked out of the window into the streets of Gotham. Harvey's men were being slaughtered left, right and centre.
"Oh god no...." Edward slunk towards the wine cabinet next to the window. He opened it, and poured himself a glass of wine.
"I should have known I could do this......I'm pathetic!" Edward cried and he sunk down to his knees.
"Question:What do you do when the Black Mask kills all of your body guards?"
"Answer:," He said, picking himself up."Hire new men."
"Better Answer: Skip town" He moved towards the window again, placing his hands on them.
"Even better answer: Throw myself out of this window......." Edwards looked into the streets. He opened the door to the balcony, and stepped onto the ledge, knocking down a plant pot. He was relieved to see it hit one of Black Masks men.
"There's no other way out of this.....If I skip town, they will find me....Killing myself is pathetic.......Wait.....What if I.......?" The Riddler began mumbling to himself as he stepped down from the ledge.
"Yes......That could work....." He thought, as he stepped inside, finished the wine, and threw the glass onto the floor, several feet away.
"Hmm...I'd better clean that up....I'd better clean alot of things up......"

 

[Phantasm]

The Joker smiled. He knew that the girl was trying to buy time. Fortunately for her, he liked to talk.

"Ah yes, the antimatter," he answered, "With all the fun I've been having I almost forgot all about that! It's beautiful, isn't it? This stinking city looks at Bruce Wayne, and they are given hope, and they think that they mean something. So it's going to be oh so funny when they all raise their brainless little heads to look at Wayne Enterprises, only to see it explode, for death to come blasting out from it's very core. HA HA, it's going to be hillarious!"

The Joker stopped himself, realising what he'd let slip. But it didn't matter. Neither one of them would live to spread the news.

"But you can keep a secret, can't you?" he asked, holding his finger up to his lips, "Hush hush."

The antimatter was somewhere in W.E!

Beside me I can feel dad draw in a gasp of breath at the revelation. I can almost feel what is going through his mind right now as he starts a fresh struggle agaisnt his bonds. The JLA must be searching everywhere for the antimatter...but then...how come they haven't found it yet?!

I cast my eyes towards Joker's laughing form once again, and acknowledging that I am pressing my luck, ask, " Why is it so hard to find then? The JL should have found it by now."

 

[Spike_x1]

“Business, huh?” The Parasite leaned forward in his chair, looking closely at the Unity. “What kinda business?”

I seek to unify your planet. Because I cannot physically interact with anything outside of this ship, I require followers to accomplish this task. That is why I have brought you here before me.

“Alriiiight… why exactly would I help you ‘unify’ Earth?” asked Rudy as he clenched his fists.

Because I can offer you anything at all in return for your services.

The Parasite relaxed himself, but remained on guard. “You gotta be s**ttin’ me. Anything at all? Are you serious?”

Yes, I am quite serious. I can change your atomic structure, alter the minds and thoughts of others, and give you money and power. Anything you wish for will be granted in exchange for services rendered.

“Am I the only shmuck you’re makin’ this offer to?”

No. Even now, I am sending mindprobes to every candidate who I deem suitable for my needs. The probes will offer them what I have offered you. They will be recruited and given what they ask for. In return, they will spread my Unity throughout earth.

“THAT’S why you had me destroy most of the world’s major weaponry. To make sure that they couldn’t defend themselves from your invasion!” Rudy exclaimed in comprehension.

My Unity is not an invasion. The people of earth will accept me willingly, thanks to the modifications I’m going to give you.

‘After a phrase like that, you just know there’s gonna be horrible experiments done to me,’ Rudy thought to himself. Suddenly, a blinding blue light enveloped the Parasite. As quickly as the light had appeared, it came to a halt. “The hell was that?”

It is done. Your wish has been granted and modifications to your body have been completed. You are now able to retain the energy you consume for far greater lengths of time, and your body now processes nothing but energy. You do not even require oxygen any longer. However, the greatest alteration to your abilities is that you may now temporarily spread my Unity with a single touch to any unaltered human who you come into contact with. After you’ve unified them, they are then given the ability to unify others. This will eventually spread to unite the entire planet.

The Parasite took several steps back. “Well, that’s great and all, but none of it was really what I wished for.”

Your wish has also been granted, Raymond, said the Unity.

“Really?!” The Parasite attempted to transform into his original human body. His appearance shifted into the smaller frame of the man once known as Rudy Jones, a nobody janitor from Philly. “I can’t believe it really f**kin’ worked! I can go back to my old body now!” Rudy Jones yelled with excitement.

Yes. You may transform to your original body at will now. While in your original Raymond Jones persona, you are completely human. You are not able to absorb energy. The only meta-human ability you retain is to transform back into your default parasitic body, where you may again access your other meta-abilities.

Rudy shifted back into his purple monstrous body. “So I can even get drunk if I transform into my old body? Man, I haven’t been able to really enjoy alcohol ever since I first became the Parasite. I’m gonna get blasted!”

You may leave now, however be prepared for when I call on you and the other recruits to begin our unification of Earth.

“Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. Hell, I’m so happy, I’ll even spread my new unifying touch to a few people before I visit a bar."

That would be excellent. My probes are now uncovering the locations of my other hopeful recruits. Optimistically, we will have many more soldiers willing to join our cause when next you and I meet in person.

“Yeah, sure thing, boss-man,” said the Parasite anxiously. “Just teleport me back down to earth, will ya? I got me some partying ta do.”

With that, Rudy Jones was teleported back to earth’s surface as unity began to reach around the world, in more ways than one.

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker smiled knowingly.

"Misdirection, my dear," he explained, "It's all about...misdirection."

With a click of his finger, a Joker card apeared in his hand.

"It's why I kidnapped you two happy campers," he chuckled, "Now the do-gooders won't be thinking about finding the antimatter, they'll be thinking about saving YOU. Misdirection, distraction, DECEPTION. And when Batman finds your dead bodies, that's going to be one hell of a distraction! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He paced around the room, walking behind Barbara and Jim Gordon. After a dramatic pause, he leaned in over Barbara's ear.

"The trick is to do what people least expect," The Joker cackled, "They'll be looking for something odd, something out of place. That's why I encased the antimatter bomb inside something familiar, something...friendly. I replaced the memorial to Thomas and Martha Wayne from the building's main hall with a hollow duplicate. It has a lead exterior, so even Superman couldn't spot it with his fancy-pants X-Ray vision. And inside? The antimatter! HA HA!"

The Joker laughed at his own brilliance. The simplicity of it - it was perfect!

"I knew the hiding place had to have SOMETHING to do with the Waynes," he continued, "They're my new favourite family - I like them even beter than the Gordons now! HAHAHAHAHA! At first, I was going to put the antimatter bomb in the grave of Thomas Wayne, but you know, digging up Brucie's parents? Been there, done that..."

The Joker trailed off, his eyes glazing over. Suddenly, his mad eyes brightened with malicious glee.

"You know what? I just had a funny thought..."

The Joker spun round on his feet, bringing the sledgehammer crashing down on Jim Gordon's left hand. Gordon screamed in pain, almost drowning out the sound of cracking bones.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh God, you should...HAHAHA...see your face! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA........."

 

[Phantasm]

It happens so fast that I am barely able to register it. What my eyes witness next makes my blood boil to unbearable temperatures. Dad's angusihed cries reverberate around the room, his form shaking heavily as blood oozes out the mess of cracked bones that must be his left hand, perched atop the wooden armrest.

"DAD!" I try to shift towards him, my blood singing in my ears.I want to help him...ease his pain but the metal cuffs dig deeper, painfully into the skin of my wrists and all my attempts of breaking free are futile. I am frustrated beyond control and the hurt of seeing him this way makes evrything so much more worse.

The only thing louder than Dad's groans of agony is Joker's cackling laugh...echoing and bouncing about the room...making me almost sick with disgust and loathing.

With the amount of strength previously alien to me, I sping to my feet and lunge at the Joker. My body topples his over,making us both crash heavily against the floor. I feel myself losing control. I want to kill him! Hurt him like he's hurt dad all his life by doing everything possible, even murdering off Sarah! All methods of torture flash through my reeling mind and I struggle against him, helpless with my arms tied behind my back and roar against his face, " YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!!!!"

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker was taken aback by Barbara's sudden assault. She couldn't punch him, but she'd already knocked him to the ground, and was doing plenty of damage - kicking and biting like crazy.

"Ouch! Ow!" he cried in pain, "Can't you...take a joke?"

The Joker grabbed hold of the sledgehammer, jabbing it into Barbara's gut to knock her off of him. He scrambled to his feet, seething with anger at being taken off guard. How dare she? Didn't she know she was in the presence of The Clown Prince Of Crime? he was going to have to teach her a lesson.

He lifted the sledgehammer, as if he was about to hit Barbara. But then he turned round, and swung the sledgehammer upward, catching Gordon right under the chin. The chair he was tied to went flying backwards, and Gordon landed hard on the floor. Looking down at Gordon, a fiery madness ablaze in his hateful eyes, The Joker hit him with the hammer again. And again. And again.

He paused for a moment, panting with exhaustion, his hair dishevelled. He wasn't smiling. Not anymore. Then his head snapped up, as he locked eyes with Barbara.

"DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SCREW WITH ME!?!" he screamed, "DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS, YOU STUPID ****E!!!?"

 

[wiegeabo]

Before my plans go into action, I will need a charge for my ring. I rescan the Earth, looking for the necessary signatures. Finding five, yet still unable to distinguish one from the other, I randomly choose one to pursue and hope it is not the one I ultimately seek. I am not yet ready to face him yet. But soon...oh so soon.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

"You want this? Here let me get it for you."

Wonder Woman headbutts Superman and he staggers back a few feet. Wonder Woman reaches for her lasso and suprisingly discovers that it's gone. She glances over at Superman who is holding her Lasso in his hand.

"You are fast. That won't help you though. Did you notice where we were?"

Diana reaches down into the rubble of the crater and picks up her mother's sword. She faces Superman with her sword ready.

I'm outmatched when it comes to fighting Diana. Her Amazonian heritage gives her a superior edge. Plus, she's a friend, and I'm not sure if I could forgive myself if something ever happened to her...

Then again, the Diana I know would rather die than let herself become this...laughing parody of herself.

I rev up the motorcycle again and take off towards her. The bike is a road cruiser, and the bumping mass of rubble that used to be Arkham Asylum is NOT what I would consider a road, but it works well enough so I can keep control of it.

I could almost see Diana's widened eyes as I smashed into her with the motorcycle.

I know that it probably did more damage to me than to her. Hell, if it weren't for her not paying attention, it wouldn't have worked at all. But it gives me just enough time to take her down.

I take the vile in one hand and place her in a headlock, pulling her down. I drop the contents of the vile into her open, grinning mouth. I massage the throat so that the liquid will go down.

I'm not sure if it's because of her hightened metabolism, or fate decided to smile at me this day, but the serum works almost immietely. Her bleached skin turns to a milder shade, as though she's been through severe shock, which really isn't too far from the truth. The muscles around her cheeks dropped instantly, turning the smile upside-down to a tired frown. Her eyes, glazed and slightly hallow, are soon covered by her eyelids. One of the first things the serum does is drop you to a doze. Her once tensed-for-battle muscles drop in a relaxed position.

The joker-venom isn't controlling her anymore.

I throw my cape around her form (I don't give a damn what she says, it has to be cold for her, running around in the near-winter of Gotham City) and lift her up. I noticed Clark looking at me. I take Diana's sleeping body to him.

"Take Diana somewhere safe, then find me again. We still have to find Joker and his anti-matter."

 

[Franklin Richards]

I'm outmatched when it comes to fighting Diana. Her Amazonian heritage gives her a superior edge. Plus, she's a friend, and I'm not sure if I could forgive myself if something ever happened to her...

Then again, the Diana I know would rather die than let herself become this...laughing parody of herself.

I rev up the motorcycle again and take off towards her. The bike is a road cruiser, and the bumping mass of rubble that used to be Arkham Asylum is NOT what I would consider a road, but it works well enough so I can keep control of it.

I could almost see Diana's widened eyes as I smashed into her with the motorcycle.

I know that it probably did more damage to me than to her. Hell, if it weren't for her not paying attention, it wouldn't have worked at all. But it gives me just enough time to take her down.

I take the vile in one hand and place her in a headlock, pulling her down. I drop the contents of the vile into her open, grinning mouth. I massage the throat so that the liquid will go down.

I'm not sure if it's because of her hightened metabolism, or fate decided to smile at me this day, but the serum works almost immietely. Her bleached skin turns to a milder shade, as though she's been through severe shock, which really isn't too far from the truth. The muscles around her cheeks dropped instantly, turning the smile upside-down to a tired frown. Her eyes, glazed and slightly hallow, are soon covered by her eyelids. One of the first things the serum does is drop you to a doze. Her once tensed-for-battle muscles drop in a relaxed position.

The joker-venom isn't controlling her anymore.

I throw my cape around her form (I don't give a damn what she says, it has to be cold for her, running around in the near-winter of Gotham City) and lift her up. I noticed Clark looking at me. I take Diana's sleeping body to him.

"Take Diana somewhere safe, then find me again. We still have to find Joker and his anti-matter."

Diana's eyes barely open.

"Bruce... Clark... thank you."

She loses consciousness.

 

[SuperFerret]

I'm outmatched when it comes to fighting Diana. Her Amazonian heritage gives her a superior edge. Plus, she's a friend, and I'm not sure if I could forgive myself if something ever happened to her...

Then again, the Diana I know would rather die than let herself become this...laughing parody of herself.

I rev up the motorcycle again and take off towards her. The bike is a road cruiser, and the bumping mass of rubble that used to be Arkham Asylum is NOT what I would consider a road, but it works well enough so I can keep control of it.

I could almost see Diana's widened eyes as I smashed into her with the motorcycle.

I know that it probably did more damage to me than to her. Hell, if it weren't for her not paying attention, it wouldn't have worked at all. But it gives me just enough time to take her down.

I take the vile in one hand and place her in a headlock, pulling her down. I drop the contents of the vile into her open, grinning mouth. I massage the throat so that the liquid will go down.

I'm not sure if it's because of her hightened metabolism, or fate decided to smile at me this day, but the serum works almost immietely. Her bleached skin turns to a milder shade, as though she's been through severe shock, which really isn't too far from the truth. The muscles around her cheeks dropped instantly, turning the smile upside-down to a tired frown. Her eyes, glazed and slightly hallow, are soon covered by her eyelids. One of the first things the serum does is drop you to a doze. Her once tensed-for-battle muscles drop in a relaxed position.

The joker-venom isn't controlling her anymore.

I throw my cape around her form (I don't give a damn what she says, it has to be cold for her, running around in the near-winter of Gotham City) and lift her up. I noticed Clark looking at me. I take Diana's sleeping body to him.

"Take Diana somewhere safe, then find me again. We still have to find Joker and his anti-matter."

OOC: How the F*** did I miss FR's last post?

"Don't worry, I know a place."

I cradle Diana in my arms and take off with out another word. I head straight for Metropolis, for my apartment, probably the safest place for Diana right now, other than the Fortress, but with anti-matter in Gotham, I can't waste any time.

I get to the window, and; shifting Diana's weight to one arm; I open my bedroom window.

Someone's in the bed.

I stop, halfway in the window, and listen closely for the person's heartbeat.




No.




The person wakes, sits up and turns to face me.

"Good morning, Clark."

"Lois?"

 

[Spike_x1]

The Parasite had leapt from rooftop to rooftop around the Suicide Slums of Metropolis. He was looking for a bar that stood out where he could perhaps get a drink. He silently landed on a roof where a plump middle-aged woman was taking her clothes in off of the clothesline. Seizing the opportunity to test his new ability to unite others, the Parasite swiftly crept behind the woman and put her into a headlock, his massive body dwarfing her short frame. It only lasted a moment before Rudy realized he had succeeded. He released the woman, who took a few steps forward and turned to face Rudy.

"Thank you, Raymond Jones. I will spread your message to my family and friends immediately."

Rudy sighed. "Jeezus, is everybody gonna keep callin' me 'Raymond.' That's gonna get annoying really damn fast." He shook his head and leapt off of the rooftop to continue his search for entertainment.

 

[Phantasm]

I thought I knew cruelty.

I thought, I was one of the few in the world who knew the extend of cruelty the Joker was capable of. I thought I knew the way his twisted mind worked in its full extend. I thought after all I've been through with him, I could stand anything else he could throw at me.

I was wrong.

Cruelty is watching a mad man beating my father's familiar form into pulp in front of my eyes. It is watching the crimson specks spraying out as he continues to pummel the hammer at my father's body. Cruelty is watching as the life was being beaten out of my father's body as his agonizing goans fill up the air. Cruelty is the fact that I can watch while not being able to do anything.

I lay sprawled against the floor,my cheek pressed against the soft carpet. I can taste the metallic tang of my own blood bubbling in my mouth. My stomach aches so bad because of the way he striked the sledgehammer in his hands into it. My wrists are so sore the burning sensation is almost unbareable.

The bleary lopsided view of the ornately furnished room is bathed in orange light. Dad's groans go softer...Joker's eyes are on my form now. He looks as tall as ever from down here...Hate enamates from every fibre of his being...possibly even stronger than the amount of the emotion I harbor for him...

"DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SCREW WITH ME!?!" he screamed, "DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS, YOU STUPID ****E!!!?" I can hear his words, they bounce off me...almost muffled as I feel myself losing conciousness...I can feel myself welcoming, for once, the numbing sensation spreading through my being as I shift my watery eyes up to look at him.Not really taking in the sight of the evil face leering down at me...

I swore to myself after he crippled me that I won't ever let myself be broken by him again...

I was wrong.

 

[SuperFerret]

Diana lay on my couch, wrapped in a quilt my mother had made, which was probably warmer than Bruce's cloak. As for Batman, the Joker and the anti-matter, I almost forget all about it as I finally get a chance to talk to the woman I love.

I updated her on everything, from my unstable mind frame after she died to the recent Dark Alliance ruckus. She listened intently, smiling the smile I so missed.

And I couldn't stand it anymore.

I broke down in tears, and kneeled at her feet, holding her hands in mine.

"Lois, I've-- I've missed you so much. I was half a man without you. You were everything I loved about this world, and I was willing to give it all just to have you back. Please, please, promise me that you'll never leave me again. I.... I.. I love you Lois. I always have and always will."

She came down onto the floor with me, tears running down her cheeks.
"Clark.."
She met me in a loving embrace.

And I never wanted to let go.

 

[Electro UK]

Petty thug?! This guy really must not know who he’s dealing with. He just hired the best in the business. If you want something done, you hire Deathstroke.

Slade decided to let it slide since he was so desperate for the cash. He pocketed the can of spray paint and walked over to the map. Slade realized the location instantly and walked over to Black Mask’s balcony.

“I want cash…waiting here when I get back.”

Slade easily made it over to the building where Two-Face's goons were hiding out. He perched on the window ledge, controlling his breathing to remain undetectable. Then he got his chance. No one in there was ready for this.

Slade swung in feet first shattering glass across the room. Before any of them could react he had put bullets in the first two’s head’s.

A third came running at Slade from the side but he ducked low and side swiped his legs, sending him flying into the table they had been sitting around. Then Slade put a blade into the back of his neck.

He walked out into the hallway, carefully strategizing which room to go to next.

A guard stood in the hallway and noticed Slade come out of the room. The guard opened fire as Slade ran down the hall at him, dodging every bullet. As soon as he was in striking distance he leapt into the air and put his blade straight through the guard’s chest.

He slowly turned around and went from room to room, slaughtering anyone or anything that moved.

When he was sure there was no one left, Slade went back to every room and spray painted the “mask” on each of Two-Face’s men.

“This guys got a weird fetish for mask’s,” Slade thought to himself while taking care of the last few victims faces.

Slade exited the same way he came in and quickly made it back to Black Mask’s office. He jumped in through the window and threw the spray paint can to Black Mask.

“Whose next?”

Black Mask was impressed by the speed and quality of Deathstrokes task. "Very good. Next, you are to accompany me, on a personal visit to Gotham Police Department." Black Mask pulled on a jacket.

"It's time the boys in blue realised they can't make a difference in this town. And as the media hits the scene, the whole city, is in for a little surprise."

 

[rex26]

Black Mask was impressed by the speed and quality of Deathstrokes task. "Very good. Next, you are to accompany me, on a personal visit to Gotham Police Department." Black Mask pulled on a jacket.

"It's time the boys in blue realised they can't make a difference in this town. And as the media hits the scene, the whole city, is in for a little surprise."

"Ok. This time I want payment up front."

 

[Electro UK]

"Ok. This time I want payment up front."

"Very well." Black Mask replied as they left the building. "We'll take the limo."

Not long after that, they pulled up outside the police building. He turned to Deathstroke and his other ment who accompanied him in another car. "Have a party boys!" the men cheered as they ran into the building, gunshots could be heard through out Gotham that night, the screams of men filled the air.

"Night, a mask on the world. It covers our sins, hides the day. And as they say, when the cats away, the mice come out to play. He took his own gun as he stepped inside the police building.

 

[rex26]

"Very well." Black Mask replied as they left the building. "We'll take the limo."

Not long after that, they pulled up outside the police building. He turned to Deathstroke and his other men who accompanied him in another car. "Have a party boys!" the men cheered as they ran into the building, gunshots could be heard through out Gotham that night, the screams of men filled the air.

"Night, a mask on the world. It covers our sins, hides the day. And as they say, when the cats away, the mice come out to play. He took his own gun as he stepped inside the police building.

Slade stepped out of the limo. Every night in Gotham felt the same, dark and cold. Slade prefers to have the element of surprise, but his new employer is big on the theatrics.

Slade walks up the stone steps slowly, as the rest of Black Mask's men sprint past him, through the front door of GCPD. He stands still, takes a deep breath, and then he’s ready.

Slade pulls out his sword in one hand, gripping his lance tightly in the other.

"Lets do this."
He tears through the hallways moving as graceful as a dancer. Every movement is well thought out and carefully calibrated. He takes everything into account as his blade takes the life of anyone it passes.

The gunfire is heavy but this makes little difference to Slade. He moves as though he’s weaving a tapestry of death and destruction throughout the building. Killing is an art form to Deathstroke, and he is the Michaelangelo of killing.

Slade stands still, weapons drawn, head down ready to react. There are countless bodies surrounding him, even Black Mask's men who got caught in the crossfire. He lowers his weapons and walks up to Black Mask, just as the media began to arrive outside.

"Its all ready for you."

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker's rage soon turned to a dark satisfaction when he looked at Barbara Gordon. She was lying on the ground, and was staying down. He had broken her. He'd hit where it hurt the most - through her father. And now he had her right where he wanted her. The wicked grin slowly returned to his face.

"I just killed your daddy dearest," he cackled, dragging the sledgehammer with him towards Barbara, "And you know what? If you hadn't blind-sided me, he might have lived a little while longer. So, it's all your fault! HA HA!"

The Joker kicked Barbara in the gut, rolling her over onto her stomach. He stood over her, resting the hammer on her coccyx, the lowest bone on her spine.

"I just thought you'd want to know that," he hissed, "Now, I think it's time to start playing the xylophone..."

Suddenly, there was a deafening bang. Then, a stinging pain shot through The Joker's arm, causing him to let the sledgehammer drop to the floor. He put two and two together, and realised he'd been shot.

"Oh," he said, as he stumbled backwards, falling against the wall.

Holding his injured arm, The Joker looked up at where the gunshot had come from. His eyes widened in shock, as if he'd seen a ghost. For a second, he thought he WAS seeing a ghost.

Jim Gordon. He was alive. Standing right there in the centre of the room. His shattered face was a crimson mask of blood, with one eye swollen shut. His left arm hung dead at his side, and he stood on shaky legs. Sheer will and determination were al that were keeping him going. Somehow, he had loosened the ropes tying him to the chair, and struggled to his feet. And now he had The Joker's gun.

"Stay the hell away from my daughter, you sick bastard!" he finally said, almost ni a whisper.

For what felt like an eternity, the two men stared at each other. And then The Joker started to laugh. He threw his head back and let it come out in wild, violent bursts.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're almost as hard to kill as Batsy, Jimbo!" he said, "But you're just as pathetic as he is. You don't have the guts to kill me."

Then, with a flick of the wrist, The Joker threw a stack of playing cards at Gordon. Gordon raised his arm, shielding his face from their razor-sharp edges. But the distraction was enough for The Joker to tackle Gordon to the ground, knocking the gun across the room.

The Joker and Gordon wrestled on the floor, desperately trying to reach the gun.

 

[taskmaster]

IC: Prometheus


Over the next few days I taught Phobos the basics of what I do. The weapons, the science skills that I use and some martial arts tecniques. But, if we were going to get into the harder stuff I would need a better place to train him without time passing in our regular reality. The phantom zone.

I spent many months with Phobos in the phantom zone teaching him everything I know. Every deadly skill I have is now his. All my knowledge is now his to use.

But training was not the only thing that happened in the phantom zone. We bacame like father and son. Two people who had gone through the same thing unitung for the same goal. There was only one thing left to do.

"Phobos, our training is almost complete, but there is one thing that I have to teach you. How to use my weapon of choice, my night sitck. After you learn to use it correctly it will become yours."

" Prometheus, it's an honor, but what will use as your weapon?" Phobos asks

"I have been working on a new weapon for myself, a sword. It applys the same technology as the night stick, so it can cut the hardest things on this planet. I haven't tested it against any superhumans but I'm confident that it will work well against them. But now it's time for the rest of your training"

"Yes Prometheus. Thank you for handing this weapon down to me"

I am proud of his progress, he will be an excellent warrior. On this day I will make a new oath. I will protect that child with my life.

 

[Electro UK]

Slade stepped out of the limo. Every night in Gotham felt the same, dark and cold. Slade prefers to have the element of surprise, but his new employer is big on the theatrics.

Slade walks up the stone steps slowly, as the rest of Black Mask's men sprint past him, through the front door of GCPD. He stands still, takes a deep breath, and then he’s ready.

Slade pulls out his sword in one hand, gripping his lance tightly in the other.

"Lets do this."
He tears through the hallways moving as graceful as a dancer. Every movement is well thought out and carefully calibrated. He takes everything into account as his blade takes the life of anyone it passes.

The gunfire is heavy but this makes little difference to Slade. He moves as though he’s weaving a tapestry of death and destruction throughout the building. Killing is an art form to Deathstroke, and he is the Michaelangelo of killing.

Slade stands still, weapons drawn, head down ready to react. There are countless bodies surrounding him, even Black Mask's men who got caught in the crossfire. He lowers his weapons and walks up to Black Mask, just as the media began to arrive outside.

"Its all ready for you."

"Very good, we'll take our leave now. There's a heli-copter at the back waiting for us, off to the channel 6 news room."

***

"This is Bryan Learnings, coming to you with a special report from the channel 6 news room. Gotham faces horror tonight as a mob viciously attacked it's po- Hrrk!"

The news man fell down, viewers catching a glimpse of blood from his neck just before he disappeared behind the news desk. "Good evening Gotham city. Came a voice on screen. Black Mask never appeared on screen. Also, he used a special chip on his neck that altered his voice. "This is the cheif of police. The new police that is. Our old boys in blue weren't doing a very good job so we decided to how should I say it? Police the police."

There was a breif pause before he continued, "Fear not innocents, I hold no grudge against you, infact we're going to be performing a serivce to you. We're going to get rid of a man who hides behind a mask. He claims to be the big man, then why only half a mask Havey? I'm coming for you." The screen went black.

Black Mask handed a suitcase to Deathstroke "You have done well, take your money. But be wary, your work is going to get alot harder from here."

 

[Phantasm]

I open my eyes and everything is blurry...there are moving figures on the floor...as I blink out the film of tears obscurring my vision, the bright purple of Joker's suit becomes more defined...and pinned beneath him almost howling in rage is...dad?

My eyes widen and with shock, I lift my head off the gruond a little to get a better view...Oh My God...Dad is alive...and trying to wrestle Joker off him...they were struggling to get the gun that lay next to the fireplace which was ablaze with flickering flames...

With renewed sense of hope and unexplained strength, I try to lift myself off the floor but with much difficulty.Body abdomen hurt like it hasn't in a long while...and the taste of blood in my mouth is naseating...Grunting I will myself to raise my torse upon my elbows and from there with a quick surge upwards I sit up straight. I am hit instantly with a fresh wave of nausea and everything's spinning beyond control...I feel as if I'll crash back against the floor any minute now but grind my teeth together in desperation....

I need to get a grip on myself...

Peeling my streaming eyes open, I force myself to think. First and foremost, I have to find away to get rid of these cuffs that have me so helpless and vulnerable... I blink my eyes rapidly as another session of my head spinning threatens to overhelm me and suck in deep breaths to feign a normal state of body... okay...knowing Joker, there really isn't a key to these anywhere here...but if I can find a way to break the metal chain clinging them together...

I desparately look about the room...and my eyes fall on the bloodied sledgehammer strewn across the floor...Heartbeat racing, I drag myself towards it, my jeans clad knees brushing roughly against the carpet beneath.

Upon reaching the weapon, I twist around, but not before casting a glance towards where dad and Joker and struggling...I have to hurry up. My hands fumble across the carpet until finally comming in contact with the slippery surface of the handle. I wrap my fingers around it and lift it up in a most awkward position. It is heavy...and it will be hard to aim it just right and strike with the strength necessary to break it...

Taking a deep breath I let the hammer fall against the chain.

Clank.

No..not strong enough! I take a quick peek at dad and Joker and then hit again...this time a little bit harder...

clank.

I strike it again. And again. Repeatedly, in a heated frenzy, focusing every ounce of energy left in me to hitting the chain until finally I realize the bond it broken.

I whip my arms around and am almost dizzy with the excitement at seeing my hands tied not around my back. I get to my feet and lunge forward towards the gun and grasping it in my bloodied hands, aim it at the Joker, "Game's up!"

 

[Joker!]

Suddenly a large mallet hammer smacked Barbara in the side of the face knocking her to the ground with a terrible crash.

A red gloved hand picked up the gun,as Harley winked at Barbara and tossed the gun to the Joker.

"You got that right toots.The game is up.But for you and daddy dearest" Harley said with a girlish chuckle.

She looked at Joker and smiled."Hi puddin.Miss me??".