The "World Of Heroes" DC RPG Season V

[wiegeabo]

I shake my head, trying to make sense of it. "Why didn't you just go to Qward in the first place?"

"Because we wanted you to join us in our cause."

"Enough of this!" Amon shouts. He backhands me across the face. "I don't give a damn if you join or not. But we can't get to Qward without your ring. If we could, do you think we would have wasted our time with you?"

I lift my head up and smile. "That's all I needed to know." At my command, my ring flies out of Fatality's hand and places itself back on my finger.

"NOOO!!!" Major Force yells as he leaps at me. But it's too late.

I free myself in a giant explosion of yellow. The fools are blown back by the force of my blast. When they can see through the smoke, they see me floating there, arms crossed, a shimmering forcefield of gold protecting me. "My answer...is no."

Fatality is up in a second, lance at the ready. Amon pulls out a pair of blasters of some type, Major Force's hands glow with energy while his face fills with anger. And Arkillo...the damn thing gets uglier. They all launch themselves at me.

"Frak..."

"Frak! Frak! FRAAAAKKK!!!" I yell as another blast scorches my back.

I peel away, diving down and weaving between the building. Fatality and Amon follow. Major Force just plows his way through the structures. Where's the ugly one?

A massive fist plows into my chin and sends me flying backwards past the other three. Found him. I slam into the building I just flew around. Stupid, Sinestro. Just plain stupid.

Fatality and Amon take aim. Just before a trio of beams hit me, I phase back into the structure and dive straight down through the floors. I come back out the other side, just a few floors above the ground. But a blast of quantum energy hits me int the chest.

"Nice try, but predictable. You must be getting sloppy."

"Speak for yourself."

"Huh?" The yellow claw I had extended under the street bursts up behind Major Force and clamps down on his head. I spin in the air, bringing Major Force along for the ride. Just as Arkillo turns the corner of the building, I slam MF right into him. The pair go flying.

More energy blasts sizzle past me, and I climb into the air, twisting with evasive action. I create a large shield below me to block their attacks. I see MF and Arkillo heading towards me, splitting up to flank me. It's not a bad strategy. With those two coming up on my sides, and Fatality and Amon below, my only escape route is straight up towards space.

Problem is, I do that, and all four will be behind me, firing their weapons. If they don't pick me off as I head up, MF will follow me into space and I won't have anywhere to hide.

That leaves me one option. I turn back towards the ground and dive. "You want to play? Let's play." Major Force and Arkillo veer towards me, springing their trap. But, holding my shield in place as I dive right into Fatality and Amon's attacks, I create two constructs to my sides. One construct takes the shape of a monster and slams itself into Arkillo. The two go flying off into the distance.

The other construct takes the form of Kyle Rayner and starts fighting with Major Force. I smile at the irony. But I also focus on the pair in front of me. When I get close enough, I surround them in a bubble. They continue to attack the field, trying to escape.

"Now, what should I do with you?" A flash of light from above catches my attention as Major Force finally deals with my little distraction. I get tready to face him when I'm grabbed from behind by Arkillo.

"Not only are you ugly, you're really stupid." I flood his body with electrical energy and he screams in pain. I shrug off his smoking body, ready to deal him some more damage. But I know a trap when I see one, and spin around, slamming a large mace into Major Force's head.

"Is that all you have!" I shout. Three beams of energy encompass my body. The bubble! I turn around, but Fatality drive the tip of her lance into my face. My body is flooded with energy.

I begin to fall towards the ground, and they give chase. I put everything I have into a message that I send out on all frequencies. I don't really care who hears it as long as someone does.

The message contains my location and a single word. "Help..."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Luthor sits in the Oval Office with dozens of newspapers all around him. All day he has been hearing reports of various world leaders condeming the Nuking of Kaznia. His poll numbers are slipping to all-time lows.

I can deal with the world leaders and even the public, but that look of hurt and pain I saw on Lena's face...that is more painful than anything else I have ever known.

He stares over at "the button"...maybe it is time to just end it all. I mean if I can't bring about the apocolypse alone than I will get the others to play along as well.

Lex's finger inches towards the button, but he stops....

"WHY????? WHY DIDN'T IT WORK??????", he screams.

Just then his Secret Service detail breaks in and Luthor grabs onto them mumbling, "It should've worked, why, why, why?"

One of his agents says into his mic, "Get the doc in here with a sedative now! The President is having a nervous breakdown!"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Alright Bart. Enough with making the others feel inadequate. Cas could kick your ass and you know it. Now. The plan to get us to Gotham. Cas, you can carry Bart, I'll carry Jenni. Now lets go."

Cassie grabbed Bart under the armpits and leapt into the air, while Kara did the same with his cousin.

"How long had Kara been at the tower before I shown up?"

Cassie and I are a little ways off from Jenni and Kara. Out of earshot.

"Hmm...about ten minutes or so. You have perfect timing, Bart."

"What can I say? I must get it from Grandpa Barry. How's she feeling?"

"She seems glad to be back....why are you so intrested?"

"No reason."

"There's always a reason...are you trying to get back together with her?"

"I was thinking about it. I just feel bad about how we ended last time. Maybe if I hadn't broke it off, she wouldn't have dissapeared...we had some time off and I want to make up for how much of an ass I was when we broke up."

Cassie has a small smile on her lips as the Gotham skyline looms in the distance.

"Uhh...Bart...you do know Kara has all of Superman's powers.....super-hearing included."

I feel my face turn red as I slap my forehead.

"Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ."

 

[MaskedManJRK]

I get back to the Cave at the crack of dawn, after what felt like millinia since this who thing started--from Joker's "gag" and seeing that poor woman dead in a seedy bathtub to practically forcing down fear gas antidotes to a good porportion of the people of Gotham. I check my messages and find one from Jim.

"Bruce Wayne? It's Commissioner Gordon here, sorry if I woke you. Call me when you get this message."

I pick up the phone in the cave as I slip my gloves off. It rings and finally picks up. I pull on a lower playboy voice--he called Bruce Wayne, he's getting Bruce Wayne.

"Hi, Commissioner? It's Bruce Wayne. I got your message. What's up?"

 

[Keyser Soze]

I get back to the Cave at the crack of dawn, after what felt like millinia since this who thing started--from Joker's "gag" and seeing that poor woman dead in a seedy bathtub to practically forcing down fear gas antidotes to a good porportion of the people of Gotham. I check my messages and find one from Jim.

"Bruce Wayne? It's Commissioner Gordon here, sorry if I woke you. Call me when you get this message."

I pick up the phone in the cave as I slip my gloves off. It rings and finally picks up. I pull on a lower playboy voice--he called Bruce Wayne, he's getting Bruce Wayne.

"Hi, Commissioner? It's Bruce Wayne. I got your message. What's up?"

Gordon now knew that Bruce Wayne was Batman. But you never knew who was listening, so for the sake of appearances, he made no reference to Wayne's alter ego.

"Bruce, hello. I was actually wondering if you could help us out here. We're having a press conference this afternoon, where we're going to address the Fear Gas epidemic that sweeped the city last night. It would do a lot for public morale if you were to come along, say a few words, talk about the efforts Wayne BioTech are going through to produce more anti-toxin. Is that at all possible?"

 

[Harlekin]

Captain Nazi

He smiled. How could he not? The others in the room seemed genuinely happy to see their own enthusiasm reflected on him. Suddenly though, the smile on Captain Nazi’s face turned into a stone cold grimace, and the people present felt a collective shiver run along their spines.

Captain Nazi had come to visit the ‘Aryan Force’, a neo-Nazi organisation trying to emulate the ideals and dreams of Hitler. Their only goal was to re-establish the Reich in name of their shepherd. This goal, Captain Nazi could respect. Their devotion to one single concept, and the willingness to do anything to see it come to fruition, yes, Captain Nazi could certainly respect that.

But there were aspects of their organization that Captain Nazi could not so readily accept.

“You shave your heads like gypsy dogs.”
“Only because we are unworthy.”
“You are unworthy of nothing! You are the master race! You are superior! You do not need to find unity by shaving your heads! You bring unity by ridding the world of the unnatural. Of the filthy Jews that steal our money! The gays that pollute our children! The gypsies that sing and dance to unearthly tunes!”
“But sir…”
“Sir, nothing! You spit on the legacy of the Führer with your ways. The shaven heads, the clothing. You debase the work of many good and righteous men.”
“But sir…”
“If you speak again I will take your head and feed it to the dogs.”

Moments later...

Even though Captain Nazi’s display had quite an effect on those present, there was still one among them that seemed to disagree. His voice was shaky and a little uncertain, but he nonetheless approached Captain Nazi, standing before him while the others looked on, awaiting the inevitable outburst of the Captain’s fury.

“I disagree, sir.”
“You what?”
“I disagree. You really don’t know about the Nazis today, you just wear the symbol. We have been separated from the rest of mankind for our ideals. The shaven heads, the protests, they are all that we can do. Your methods no longer work.”

For a moment, Captain Nazi seemed to ponder this, and he broke out in laughter.

“You make a good point, Charles, was it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You would’ve made a fine soldier.”
“Thank you sir.”
“But…” Captain Nazi said as he made his way to one of the flags hanging from the walls “, never… never,” he continued saying as he wrapped the flag around his hand. He now turned, not finishing his sentence just yet, and stood before Charles. In one swift motion, with the flag covering his fist, the Captain punched through Charles’ head. “Never disobey me.”

The others in the room shook with fear, and Captain Nazi smiled at them.

“Will you serve me, help me bring about the return of the Reich as it was always intended?”

Most of them stuttered, but eventually, in unison, they responded: “Yes, sir.”

And the Captain’s grin widened.

 

[Oh Snap!]

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[MST3K 4ever]

Within hours of the sediation the President's nervous breakdown is being reported on various web-sites. The White House is saying the President has a case of the flu and is going to require some recovery time at Camp David.


Actually the President has been taken away to Greenbriar. His under-ground bunker in case of Nucular Attack. He sits in a darkened room rocking back & forth mumbling over and over, "Why? Why didn't it work?"

A Doctor enters the room and says, "Mr. President I am Dr. Hamstarn and I will be assisting you in your recovery."

Lex looks at him and then begins rocking again.

Hamstarn shows him a tattoo of a purple triangle surrounded by red stars and Lex stops.

He says, "You're a member of the Tomorrow Society."

Hamstarn says, "Indeed sir and I think I can help you with your recovery even faster than a conventional doctor because I know the pain you are going through and together we can help you recover."

Lex smiles and says, "Thank you."

 

[Green Lantern]

"Son of *****!!"

Fire licks at my heels as I leap into the bushes. I miss the napalm, but Natas didn't. After about a minute or so, the fire dies out and I emerge from the bushes to see Natas. He's singed and lying on the ground in pain. Roy leaps down from a nearby tree to take a look.

"You know, Queensbury Rules say to never hit a man while he's down, but..."

I kick Natas in his gut and he rolls in pain.

"We win. So get up and get to teaching.....master."

I add a touch of sarcasm to the last word. I look up at Roy and smirk.

"What do you think, Roy? Think this old broken down man can teach us a thing or two?"

"...well. If YOU can teach us, I'm sure he could. He's less of a broken down old man than some people I know.... who use rogaine... and viagra... *coughOlliecough*"

 

[Byrd Man]

"...well. If YOU can teach us, I'm sure he could. He's less of a broken down old man than some people I know.... who use rogaine... and viagra... *coughOlliecough*"

"I'll have you know that I use viagra just in case. I'd rather use it and not need it than to not use it and need it."

I put on my little cocky little smirk and stare at Roy.

"Besides, I didn't hear your little booty call Grace complaining when she joined the mile high club in the Arrowplane."

I usally don't kiss and tell, well I occasionally kiss and tell. But this time it was diffrent, he talked down to 'not so little Ollie'.

"Manhood aside. So Natas. I payed you and we beat you. What do you say?"

Natas looks at Roy and then at me. His face remains robotic like as the plans what to do next.

"I say, let the training begin."

 

[The Human Torch]

The Green Lantern (Kyle Rayner)
​

I flew over to the space station as fast as I could. I opened the airlock and crept inside. I lowered my ring's power so not to disturb the Manhunters. I crept to the power core. It glowed brightly. This was going to be easier than I thought.

I walked through a red light on the floor without noticing. I lfited my ring up to the power core, until I heard a noise. I turned around to find Manhunters surrounding me. I ntoiced the red light and instantly knew what happened. An alarm. I turned quickly and fired a green blast at the power core and surrounded myself in an orb.

The space station exploded in a huge blast. My orb floated a bit before I flew towards Earth. Job done. And now I had some spare time.

I landed in a back alley I used my ring to replace my costume with my green jacket, white t-shirt and jeans. I walked into the high street and headed home.​

 

[MaskedManJRK]

Gordon now knew that Bruce Wayne was Batman. But you never knew who was listening, so for the sake of appearances, he made no reference to Wayne's alter ego.

"Bruce, hello. I was actually wondering if you could help us out here. We're having a press conference this afternoon, where we're going to address the Fear Gas epidemic that sweeped the city last night. It would do a lot for public morale if you were to come along, say a few words, talk about the efforts Wayne BioTech are going through to produce more anti-toxin. Is that at all possible?"

"Of course, happy to help the city in times of crisis. I'll see you there."

I hang up the phone and walked back to the Manor. I walk up the stairs and into my room and barely remember to set my alarm before getting some semblance of sleep before the conference.

An alarm clock. That's new. Necessary, though. Not like I have someone to wake me up anymore...

A few hours later I get up, shower, and put on my best suit. Some make-up to hide the lack of sleep under my eyes, and I drive out to the GCPD headquarters to the press confrence.

 

[MaskedManJRK]

"Hub City Hell: Part I"

​

The funny thing about investigations and conspiracies are, if you dig deep enough, even a cynical detective such as myself can be surprised.

Perhaps that's why my mouth is open under my mask when I find that the Intergang members I've been tracking is, in fact, a walking hot dog vendor.

Perhaps that's why I swear out loud when the two and the vendor somehow all step inside the small vendor box.

"What the f**k?!" I yell aloud as I step out of the shadowy alley and out towards the street. Probably not the best thing to scream aloud when you're trying to keep a low profile, but hey, that's just strange and creepy.

I crouch down onto the concrete to the vendor box. Automatic lock. Luckily, it's Earth-based, only locked automatically by alien tech. I take out my lock-picking kit and start working my through it.

"99...44...100 percent pure." I mutter to myself as I open up the vendor box. This time I hold my urge to curse--a huge warehouse inside. Probably some sort of alien tech, pretty high up, too. Better confirmation that some high ups are definitely trying to make Hub their new territory.

But further investigation will be needed.

I leap inside and just barely shut the door--my past history tells me I'll need a very quick getaway. I sneak deeper into the hot dog vendor warehouse, pulling out a recorder from my coat and preparing it.

I sneak into the center of the room, crouching in the shadows and around the boxes. I withhold the urge to tell Otacon that this is Snake and I'm at the sneak point and find the three in the middle prying open something from an Indiana Jones flick. I turn on the recorder and hear them:

"Okay, here's my problem: This is made to appear like an ancient cabinet, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, but why? This was made up in 1972, it's not ancient--or, not, like prehistoric ancient like this cabinet implies."

"I guess he wanted it to look mysterious or something."

"F**k mysterious, man. He could have put the money he sent to custom make this thing for and put into something more useful."

"Like what?"

"Oh, I dunno...he could have bought some nice pieces of furniture."

"******, he's one of the founding members of Intergang and the Messiah for the Crime Bible, I don't think he'd give two tugs of a dead dog's c**k about furniture."

"Just an example, you know? And don't say '******,' that's very offensive. Say 'mentally challenged.'"

"Oh, you're one to talk, Mr. PC. Aren't you the same man who was screaming at women walking down the street yesterday, demanding that they make you a sandwich and then give you a blo--"

The cabinet is finally pry-ed open, throwing the Intergang members down to the ground while the vendor looks on and laughs at them. When the dust settles, they lift what I assume is what they were talking about with the "Crime Bible."

"This is a heavy motherf**ker."

"That it is."

"Is it true that the pages are made out of skin?"

"That's what I heard, and written in blood."

"Someone's been watching Evil Dead, unoriginal bastards."

"Did you hear something?"

S**T! I step back a few feet and shut my own mouth.

"Nah, I didn't hear nothin'."

"You mean you didn't hear anything."

"Yeah. Anything. Whatever."

"No whatever, man. You're part of INTERGANG, man. You're representing the most advanced sect of organized crime in human history. Don't sound like some kind of common street thug. Show so f**king RESPECT."

"Alright, sorry, man."

"It's okay, man. Let's get this damn thing to the leader--"

It was all my fault. I reached further and further to make sure I get any detail I can about Intergang and this "Crime Bible," and I pushed too far. A box I was leaning on was about to drop to the floor until I barely grabbed it with my free hand. Unfortunately, the box was partially open and a fish wearing a mullet drops to the floor and was somehow activated. Suddenly, the fish started to croon:

"Don' tell my heaaart
Mah achy breaky heaaart
I jus' don' think it understaaaaands..."

I look up to see the Intergang members and the vendor staring at me. I stood up and let them see my lacking face. Hopefully that will stun them long enough while I think up a scheme.

"...Oh! Heheh. This is the Intergang warehouse, isn't it? Oh, silly me, I was trying to make my way to the chocolate factory and I found myself here! God, this is so embarrassing. I take it that the factory's this way, right? Well, I must be going then. Peace out, homies!"

I turn and do the only thing I could think of--I ran away, sticking back to the shadows.

"You two get to the leader with the Bible, I'll handle the intruder!" I barely hear the vendor scream--barely, for I already ran several meters away, looking for something to use on him. I open up the closest boxes I could find--one with lighters, another with compressed air. A scheme enters my head, and I think:
​

​

"What would Rorschach do?" Granted, the last time I asked that I nearly got my head busted open by a gun handle, but the plan is sound this time.

I hear the vendor stomping towards me. I turn towards him, one hand holding the compressed air bottle with the other holding the lighter. I strike up a flame and shoot out the air. A fire shoots towards the vendor, getting his clothes. He shrieks like a little girl and runs away. I go the opposite direction and leap towards the door, prying it open and leaping back into the real world.

I pull myself from the concrete, dust myself off, and close the door, letting it automatically lock. I feel my stomach gurgle, so I get a hot dog out of the vendor box and put it in a bun, and then tip the vendor box over, giving that vendor the surprise of concrete when he tries to open the door. There's probably some other way out, but it'll definitely piss him off.

I look around, not finding the Intergang members. No surprise, they probably ran like hell away when they got out.

So right now all I have to show for my investigation is a mention of a "Crime Bible," a compressed air bottle, a lighter, and a hot dog.

Oh well, that will keep until tomorrow. I walk back to my Challenger, take my mask off, and eat my hot dog as I drive home. ​

 

[Spike_x1]

As Joe Martin slowly came back to reality, he heard familiar faded voices speaking not too far away.

"...heard he knows where Terra-Man is," said a high pitched voice, its frequency grating on Joe's ears and waking him up startlingly faster.

"Who cares about Manning?" replied the unmistakable buzz of Metallo's voice. "The guy's a damn cowboy hippy. You ever wonder why nobody missed him after they thought that Jones killed him? It's because nobody gives a damn about that loser." The sound of metal parts twisting and changing could be heard, probably from Corben shapeshifting his body. "What about Mongul?" The voices were getting closer. "I heard he's still on Earth, but nobody I've talked to knows anything more than that."

"We ain't heard nothin'." said the other voice.

"Nope, nothin'. Who needs that big yellow dope anyway?"

"Shut up, you never know when a sleaze like him might come in handy."

That same high pitched voice, arguing with... itself? Then it occurred to Joe: Riot. Bickering with his copies. So that made Riot, Metallo, and Blackrock all confirmed members of this team so far. And they were apparently looking for new recruits from the sounds of it.

"Eh?" Suddenly Metallo began walking in Martin's direction. It seemed as if his awakening had caught Corben's attention. "You with us again, Joey?"

Joe opened his eyes and squinted against the harsh light over Metallo's shoulder. "What the hell are you idiots doing here? Making a new Revenge Squad or something equally ******ed?" He paused for a moment and tried not to let his confusion show on his face. Something was wrong; the same thing that happened on the rooftop. He couldn't use his powers!

"So ya heard us talking, did you?" If the cyborg had a face, Joe assumed that it would be smiling wickedly right about now. "Heh, Revenge squad?" Corben tilted his head in thought and looked at the ceiling. A moment later his eyes returned to Joe and he said, "Not quite. If you must know, in the simplest terms, we're just making a few extra bucks." He almost laughed as he said the last sentence.

"What do you mean? What are yo--"

"Shaddup," Metallo cut him off. "If I told you that, you wouldn't wanna be my friend anymore," he said sarcastically. "You'll find out soon enough once we hear back from Schott." Corben turned to leave, this time making sure to close the door. Right before he left the room, he looked back at Martin over his shoulder. "And if you're wondering why you can't'flame on,' it's because I rigged both myself and this room with radiation field dampeners. Isn't being a technological god swell?" he asked rhetorically as he closed the door firmly behind him.

It was hours before Joe heard signs of life coming from behind the door again. With his throbbing head feeling several sizes too big, he looked up to see who was paying him a visit. His utter surprise stirring him back to his senses, Joe honestly didn't know what to say at the sight of the small teddy bear walking into the room on its own. Toyman? he wondered. He watched with captivation as the toy bear slowly walked to his chair and unfastened his restraints.

Flexing his hands to get the blood flowing after hours and hours of disuse, Joe reached down and picked up the bear. He squeezed it gently to feel for any explosives or death machines concealed inside, and, satisfied, turned it to look at its cute stuffed face.

"Run."​

For a moment, Martin simply stared at the toy in his hands as the single word it spoke seemed to chill the heart of the Atomic Skull. Without wasting another second, Joe dropped the bear and ran to the door, quietly poking his head out to see if the coast was clear. Not seeing anyone in either direction, he closed the door behind him and ran down the hallway to his right, coming to a grate in the upper wall leading to a ventilation duct. I'm a sitting duck out here in the hall, he thought, as he climbed into the duct and pulled the grating back in place once he was in. Looks like I got in here just in time. More voices were coming his way from down the hallway.

"No, no, no, Tryon took one of the Riot copies along with him for backup."

"They're trying to track Mongul through China, though. I mean, c'mon, it's not exactly like either of those idiots knows the lay of the land around there. Plus, who's to say that either of them'll come back alive?"

The voices only sounded vaguely familiar to Joe as he listened in.

"I still say that Neutron should'a taken along Barrage too, and maybe that witch Misa. I could do without having to work with her for a few days."

"Oh, ye have little faith, my compadre'." Joe suddenly felt like such an idiot for not recognizing the voices before as the two men came in sight of his place in the vent: The Prankster and Anomaly, a psychotic ex-children's television host and a man whose body could take on the properties of any substance he came in contact with.

"Neutron and Riot have enough entertainment value all by themselves to prove worthwhile for that big yellow ape. If firepower were all we were interested in sending to impress Mongul with, then we would've sent Bizarro or the Silver Banshee instead. No, my friend, we just want to whet his appetite and peak his interest. After that, he'll come on his own accord," laughed the maniac as he patted Anomaly on the back.

"But Prankster, I really don't kn--"

"Listen!" Loomis cut off his companion. "This doesn't come from me. You know as well as I do that Noble's calling the shots around here. Not you. Not me. What he says goes, and I'm not about to question it."

Noble? Joe raised an eyebrow in confusion. Who the hell...? Never heard of him, but he must be some player if he's got these guys following his orders.

After waiting for the two villains to leave the scene, Joe crawled further into the vent, still pondering to himself. They've got a new Blackrock, Metallo, the Prankster, Riot, Neutron, Anomaly, and apparently Bizarro, Misa, Barrage, the Silver Banshee, and an unknown named Noble on this team. Plus they're trying to recruit Mongul from the sounds of it. I dunno where the Toyman fits into this with that Teddy Bear, and I still can't seem to use my powers thanks to Metallo's dampeners, I assume. He stopped in his tracks as the thought occurred to him, "Metallo. What was it he said before? They're just 'making a few extra bucks?'" Joe could almost hear the gears in his head turning. "There's got to be more to this than money, whether Metallo and the others know it or not. This Noble fella's probably the answer."

 

[Karem-Knight]

Gotham City:

Harvey Dent walked along to Gotham Cathedral staggering across, His mind and body were weary as he staggered there, He reached the doors, The smell of Catholic communion and candle wax filled the room.

Two-Face headed straight to confessional; he sat down there resting his head. There were many sins in this city but he was an exception. There stood the preist with a smile.

“Hello my son.”

Harvey swollen his throught for a minute

“Forgive me father for I have sinned!”

“Well tell me child, No one else except the lord can hear you.”

This is stupid Harvey!

Leave me alone you evil piece of ****!

“Listen, I’ve done terrible things, to men even to women. But this all isn’t my fault it’s this other person!”

“I don’t understand”

Harvey sighed; He didn’t want to frighten the priest.

“Well, Years ago, A long time ago I was a….”

“Tell me.”

“A District Attorney.”


“I see.”

“Then something happened to me, something terrible. It, It changed me in an awful way you wouldn’t understand.”

Harvey touched his scared face.

“If you wish, But please tell me are you here for forgiveness?”

Harvey paused for a moment.

Tell the nice man Harvey!


LEAVE ME ALONE!

“I-I’m a murder, I don’t know how many people I’ve killed but they were all criminals most of them have done the act I did on them but, I know that doesn’t excuse what I did!”

Harvey got out a coin.

“I’ve let something horrible control me, DIVIDE me in half.”

The priest took a closer look at Harvey.

“I see.”

“But father, this THING inside of me is overwhelming and and….”

That’s enough Harvey.

Two-Face got out of the confessional; He grabbed the priest and knocked him out.

"Forgive me!"

 

[Keyser Soze]

"Of course, happy to help the city in times of crisis. I'll see you there."

I hang up the phone and walked back to the Manor. I walk up the stairs and into my room and barely remember to set my alarm before getting some semblance of sleep before the conference.

An alarm clock. That's new. Necessary, though. Not like I have someone to wake me up anymore...

A few hours later I get up, shower, and put on my best suit. Some make-up to hide the lack of sleep under my eyes, and I drive out to the GCPD headquarters to the press confrence.

Out on the front steps of the GCPD building, Commissioner Gordon had organised a press conference. Already, he was out on the podium, speaking to the assembled media representatives and general public.

"...and now, everything is firmly under control. Gotham City has survived worse than this in the past. We will do what we have always done when threatened. We will band together, and unite to overcome adversity."

Gordon spotted Bruce Wayne exiting his car, and approaching the steps.

"And here's Bruce Wayne, who's going to talk a little bit more on this subject. Thank you."

Gordon stepped away from the podium to make way for Bruce, who was already being greeted with applause.

 

[Supergirl]

"How long had Kara been at the tower before I shown up?"

Cassie and I are a little ways off from Jenni and Kara. Out of earshot.

"Hmm...about ten minutes or so. You have perfect timing, Bart."

"What can I say? I must get it from Grandpa Barry. How's she feeling?"

"She seems glad to be back....why are you so intrested?"

"No reason."

"There's always a reason...are you trying to get back together with her?"

"I was thinking about it. I just feel bad about how we ended last time. Maybe if I hadn't broke it off, she wouldn't have dissapeared...we had some time off and I want to make up for how much of an ass I was when we broke up."

Cassie has a small smile on her lips as the Gotham skyline looms in the distance.

"Uhh...Bart...you do know Kara has all of Superman's powers.....super-hearing included."

I feel my face turn red as I slap my forehead.

"Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ."

Kara smiled sheepishly at Bart's monologue to Cassie, enough so that Jenni got a confused look on her face.

"What are you grinning about?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."

She turned on her communicator.

"Robin, this is Supergirl. We are in Gotham, what's your twenty?"

 

[trustyside-kick]

Soldiers gather around the great 7 Atlantean generals, but all eyes and ears fall upon Governor Theo of Thierna Na Oge. Havoc continues to wreak throughout the city. Men come to arms, to help defend what they holds most dear to their hearts; but the enemy are relentless. Waves after waves of battle cruisers, and men in wet suits, armed from head to toe continue to breach the city. And as they tumble into the city, more and more water follows. The great dome is almost entirely flooded.

King Inquila, no longing needing transport from his small carrier, for the water has risen so high, that it has flowed into the great palace, slithers forward on the few water that has so far filled up their surroundings.

"Governor Theo, the men are scattered. Even our ranks have been faltered. We must maintain order if we are to strike back! A scout of mine has given word that my merman army have already began to fight back in the western perimeter of the city. We need to plan and strategize on who where be placed where, and who will back them up! We cannot afford to lose!"

General Noah of Hy-Brasil steps forward, although almost floating a bit, as the amount of feet of water in the great palace and city rises.

"My men and I shall make haste to defend and hold the eastern perimeter. There we can--"

"No."

Again, all eyes turn to Governor Theo.

"I have a much more important need for your men, General."

With the snap of his finger, Governor Theo creates a magical miniature that shines like that of the city of Poseidonis. In fact, it is indeed an exact replica.

"From my armies, I shall gather my most skilled magic users and casters. We need to keep the perimeter of the city intact, yes...but it will do us no good in the long run if more and more, wave after wave, of enemy onslaught and assualt occurs. With the concentration, and combined efforts, I'm sure our sorcerors will be able to conjure some sort of spell to help contain the situation of the breach, and hold off further enemy advances. But they cannot do this successfully without great protection. The rest of my army will take the eastern perimeter, General. I want you and your armies vast and wonderous technological weapons and devices ensuring my sorcerors their safety."

"Aye, milord. But what of battle cruisers? We have so few, and they have so many. Why, only the armies of Cerdia and Basilia have such machines. Why not have all of them at bay behind my army, to collide and make war with the enemy cruisers?"

Governor Posidious, of Tidal Reef, steps forward to intervene.

"Perhaps it would actually be best if we scatter the battle cruisers. You know, have a few at each perimeter of the city. No doubt, with all the water that has poured in, our enemies will make great use of their mobilization."

All generals nod in unison, and Governor Theo speaks up once more.

"Very well then. I want the Basilian battle cruisers to be stationed, spread out, across the perimeters of both the Northern and Southern perimeters. The Cerdian ones shall be in the Eastern and Western. Or perhaps, we should have them intertwine and circle around the city instead, allowing us a slight ability to re-mobilize should a certain spot weaken. We could--"

"Will...will you all stop discussing things...and start...start acting?"

Koryak, somewhat healed, but still bearing the scars and some of the brusiers from Triton's torturing methods, slowly, but confidently, stands up. Governor Theo orders to guards to help Koryak, but he only pushes them aside.

"Stop wasting time! You've done enough of that already! You've discussed what you will do, now act upon that!"

The generals all look at Koryak with dull stares. Wise in their age and also in battle, they merely brush off his outburst and turn away.

"SHOW ME SOME GODDAMN RESPECT! SO I AM HIS SON FROM ANOTHER WOMAN...THAT DOESN'T MATTER!"

Koryak walks towards the group, and pulls back on Governor Theo's shoulder.

"My father was King. And while I wish to not think in such a way, if he is indeed dead, that makes me--"

"Nurse."

Governor Theo speaks out, and one of the nurses who were treating Koryak, preparing him for the now interrupted wedding ceremony, walks up.

"Yes?"

Governor Theo and Koryak's eyes meet. Koryak's are filled with anger and lust for battle, while Governor Theo's are not. He knows you cannot let emotional get in the way of a victory.

"The prince is still a bit wounded and now is a time of war. Would you care to take him to the palace hospital to further treat him?"

"Very well, sir. Come this way Koryak."

The nurse tugs on Koryak's arm, and he eventually stops looking at Governor Theo, and looks over a the nurse as they walk out the door. When the door behind them closes, Koryak almost stumbles to the ground, but the nurse catches him before he falls. He couldn't look weak; not to them. He couldn't accept the extant of his injuries while in front of them. He thanks the nurse, and they continue walking.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Dr. Hamstarn works tirelessly with Luthor saying, "Sir we need someone like you in a postion of real power, however you cannot do what you did again in hopes of bringing about the end of days."

Luthor says, "But what about...."

Hamstarn says, "Sir we work towards that end but we do it in secret. We do it very subtily. I can teach you but it will not be an easy taks, are you up for that chalenge?"

Luthor stares at him and says, "I am ready and able teach me what you know.."

 

[trustyside-kick]

Ocean Master overlooks the great battle from a high point in the city. Not just because of the chaos of war, but the very water that continuously rushing into the city, buildings that once stood tall now lay in rubble. The impact of the harsh waves seem to be causing more destruction than the fighting itself.

And as he sees the mass crowds of people, shrieking in terror because of the devastation that has befallen his city, it causes a smile to creep over his face. But also as he thinks about it, it feeds him with much anger. For, Orm was double-crossed against the very people that seeked him out.

Something else begins to fill Orm's mind however; almost as if poisoning it. But he doesn't shriek in pain or scream in agony. He welcomes it; adores it. A mad look falls upon his face, and he begins to laugh hysterically. He's the Ocean Master. Such a title, or a man, can not be dwelling in one mere city, for the whole ocean is his! Yes. Orm has truly lost his mind. He is the Ocean Master. His reign over Poseidonis may have ended...but not of the entire ocean. He sees an opportunity before him.

He notices that the intruders ride in large, oddly shaped marine battle carriers, that somewhat resemble the look of a great manta ray. He quickly knows who is behind this attack. But rather than grow angry at the fact that Black Manta knowingly or not attacks Orm...Orm just begins to laugh more and more. Soon, he loses all sense of reality. But this is of his own doing. Lately, his actions have been like so, but not nearly as revealing or to this extreme. During Orm's reign as King, he took up religion.

But of course, it was no ordinary religion. This religion is not one anyone would find upon the surface. No. This is an ancient, Atlantean religion. Although, Orm would've never actually felt compelled to stumble upon this art if it weren't for Triton. Triton would tell him tales of the past followers, and of Shalako himself. In a way, Triton acted as one of his advisers when they spoke the few times Triton was actually around the palace. The more stories he told Orm, the more Orm wished to obtain these gifts for himself.

While the numbers are now fewer, the Shalakites were still a strong group of faith. Followers of Shalako, the brother of the first King Orin, their knowledge on the dark arts were strong. With Orm's already vast knowledge of magic, he was quickly able to pick up this new art. But it came at a price, for even Shalako himself seemed to eventually been driven mad by it; or so go the rumors. Summoning the energy of the dark arts, Orm grows more and more violent and insane. He raises his staff above his head, laughs hysterically once more, and a great flash of light engulfs the area around him. As the light fades, Ocean Master is covered by a screen of smoke that quickly gets brushed away by the water that has now filled up the great dome of Poseidonis.

His fists blazing with massive magical power, he no longer wields the staff. The power is within him, therefore he does not experience the usual excruciating pain he normally would if he were to let go of the staff. He feels whole. He feels absolute. He feels...good.

Orm has two things on his mind; destruction and reconstruction. He is driven mad, but he does not fear this madness. He is Ocean Master afterall. All the ocean shall become his domain once he rids it of the impurities. He will rebuild it all. All in his way will taste is new found power. He will have no allies. He will destroy it all, and have the ocean to himself. All who dwell will cower in his power, and die at his feet. It will just be him and the ocean, for all eternity.

"Hahahahahahaah! Rise and shine, one and all! This is the dawning of the Age of Orm Marius!"

He goes ballistic. Filled with rage and power, he not only attacks the Atlanteans, but the fleets of Black Manta's army as well. Creating a great big ball of energy, his laughs of madness seem to echo throughout the water as he releases his attacking, devouring two of Black Manta's ships. The great big explosion grabs all's attention, especially Black Manta's.

"Sir, we seemed to have lost 2 of our ships. Cause unknown. But it was something big...really big."

Black Manta walks over to the screen, pushes aside one of his men, and sits down and watches the screen. He rotates the cameras on the ships, trying to find the source of the destruction.

"Arthur. It has to be him. No one else could--Ocean Master?"

Viewing one of the screens of the ships in the left flank, Black Manta watches the live feed as Ocean Master violently attacks all around him. Atlantean and human alike, each quiver and die by the touch of his hand. He watches as Orm blasts one of the ships, and enters. The last few seconds of the video feed is a horrifying episode of the crew's slaughter. He spares no one. Just before Orm destroys the rest of the ship, the last frame Black Manta sees is a close up shot of Orm, speaking out to him.

"Ahoy there, Black Manta! Hahahhahahah!"

And then, the screen loses the signal, and another ship is blown into the crushing depths.

 

[MaskedManJRK]

Out on the front steps of the GCPD building, Commissioner Gordon had organised a press conference. Already, he was out on the podium, speaking to the assembled media representatives and general public.

"...and now, everything is firmly under control. Gotham City has survived worse than this in the past. We will do what we have always done when threatened. We will band together, and unite to overcome adversity."

Gordon spotted Bruce Wayne exiting his car, and approaching the steps.

"And here's Bruce Wayne, who's going to talk a little bit more on this subject. Thank you."

Gordon stepped away from the podium to make way for Bruce, who was already being greeted with applause.

I stand up to the podium, letting the playboy side just lay out the speech--the usual stuff, Gotham is strong, our people, the police and firefighters will pull us through, blah blah blah, so on and so forth.

As I do the standard, inside I keep thinking of The Joker and why he planned all of this. The harness I can get--chaos, mayhem, he practically aches for that stuff. But that was obviously a distraction, or at least not the main goal--it was the girl in the tub.

But why? Why do all that mayhem and destruction for a simple, single murder? And why in that matter? Why put, of all things, a baby bottle heater in a tub with her?

I grin and speak, recieving polite applause from the onlooking crowd.

 

[Keyser Soze]

I stand up to the podium, letting the playboy side just lay out the speech--the usual stuff, Gotham is strong, our people, the police and firefighters will pull us through, blah blah blah, so on and so forth.

As I do the standard, inside I keep thinking of The Joker and why he planned all of this. The harness I can get--chaos, mayhem, he practically aches for that stuff. But that was obviously a distraction, or at least not the main goal--it was the girl in the tub.

But why? Why do all that mayhem and destruction for a simple, single murder? And why in that matter? Why put, of all things, a baby bottle heater in a tub with her?

I grin and speak, recieving polite applause from the onlooking crowd.

As the crowd buzzed and the cameras flashed, Bruce Wayne made his way back down the stepd of the GCPD building. Past the media, past the citizens of Gotham, past the blockade of cars and news vans. He didn't notice the back door of one van open up, just to the periphery of his line of vision.

"Psst!"

Bruce turned round, to find himself face to face with The Joker. Before he could even think of reacting, The Harlequin of Hate had fired a taser gun into his chest, pumping him full of electricity. As Bruce screamed, and collapsed down onto his knees, The Joker leapt out of the van with catlike speed, and hauled his nemesis inside, slamming the door shut. He signalled for his driver to go at top speed, and so just by the time the crowds had even registered what they had just seen, the van was off into the distance.

Gordon's mouth was agape with shock. He was still standing by the podium, as if frozen to the spot. Finally, he regained his senses and spoke up.

"Get some squad cars after that van NOW! The Joker has Bruce Wayne!"

...

But they were too far gone to be caught now. In the back of the van, The Joker leered menacingly over Bruce Wayne, who was just beginning to recover from the attack. He didn't have a chance to regain enough strength to put up a fight, as The Joker clamped a cloth soaked in chloroform to his mouth.

"Sweet dreams, Brucie. You're going to wake up to your worst nightmare..."

 

[twylight]

Mia sighed and flopped onto a nearby sofa as Zinda popped open a beer.

"This early Zinda?"Gypsy asked as she jingled in.

ZInda took a swig and pointed her finger fron the hand around the can, with a wink.

"Never to late to have a drink."

Mia raised her head.
"It's....nine o'clock in the morning!"

Zinda shook her head.
"Never too late."

Gypsy sighed as Ricky walked in, blackberry in hand he spoke calmly into his phone as she switched between lines.

"She's stable, and no comment to the press yet.
No, if you want to see the solidarity of WayneCorp turn on the local news.
Family only.
Hey, Tom, we want that in production by this weekend.
Postpone the meeting till next month, I doubt the backers will mind."

Mia watched, was this really wat Dinah's life had become?

"Well, that didn't exactly go according too plans."

"They live to fight another day!" Ted said cheerfully, he caught sight of Zinda and scratched his head.

"I was by no means a wallflower in college, even so...." he commented to her drinking. Babs walked past and tapped a display floating in the air.

"This isn't over yet, but we don't go in until called by Batman. For now we need to focus on our own. Dr. Mid-Nite examined Dinah earlier and his findings came back."

Mia looked up sharply.
"'Findings'"?

Babs nodded before slipping into a seat.
"She's not in an injury induced unconciousness right now, it's almost as if she's keeping herself there, or...something else is. Either way she's being moved too the JSA brownstone this afternoon."

She paused for a moment.

"And, I think we should all be there."

"Have you been able to contact Ollie of Roy?"

Babs shook her head.

"Don't know why you'd even try to contact Ollie." Gypsy said under her breathe.

Mia glared at her and Ted placed a hand on Mia's shoulder.

"I'll see what I can come up with on my end. You know us millionaires can only hid so many places."

 

[MaskedManJRK]

As the crowd buzzed and the cameras flashed, Bruce Wayne made his way back down the stepd of the GCPD building. Past the media, past the citizens of Gotham, past the blockade of cars and news vans. He didn't notice the back door of one van open up, just to the periphery of his line of vision.

"Psst!"

Bruce turned round, to find himself face to face with The Joker. Before he could even think of reacting, The Harlequin of Hate had fired a taser gun into his chest, pumping him full of electricity. As Bruce screamed, and collapsed down onto his knees, The Joker leapt out of the van with catlike speed, and hauled his nemesis inside, slamming the door shut. He signalled for his driver to go at top speed, and so just by the time the crowds had even registered what they had just seen, the van was off into the distance.

Gordon's mouth was agape with shock. He was still standing by the podium, as if frozen to the spot. Finally, he regained his senses and spoke up.

"Get some squad cars after that van NOW! The Joker has Bruce Wayne!"

...

But they were too far gone to be caught now. In the back of the van, The Joker leered menacingly over Bruce Wayne, who was just beginning to recover from the attack. He didn't have a chance to regain enough strength to put up a fight, as The Joker clamped a cloth soaked in chloroform to his mouth.

"Sweet dreams, Brucie. You're going to wake up to your worst nightmare..."

As I drone on with the speech, electricity surge through my body like a ripping wave. I'm tossed and I realize after a second that I'm now in a van.

I see a shape coming towards me and I leap towards it. I think I get a good punch to the face in when some cloth is shoved into my mouth.

I flail as much as possible, trying to get him off, and it isn't until the world starts to turn black that I realize it's chloroform.

And it isn't until I hear a low-high pitched voice filled with menance and hate telling me I'm about to wake up to my worst nightmare that I realize it's The Joker.

***

I wake up to see acid green bubbling insanely, as though trying to reach me. I realize my hands and feet are bound. I look down and I see myself hanging from the ceiling--okay, I'm upside down--and I realize that Joker stripped me, leaving me only in my underwear.

Beaten, drugged, hanged and stripped, all by a psychopath who's probably killed more people than Stalin. This is not good.

 

[wiegeabo]

I'm sitting next to Dinah, my head drooping down. Sleep is so close, and I'm so tired. It's been such a long night. Such a long week, month...I don't even know any more.

I hear a beeping and snap awake, thinking it might be one of Dinah's machines. But nothing has changed. I reach for my communicator, but it's not the one beeping.

"Over here," Mid-Nite says. He's standing over Robin, holding up a beeping communicator. I stand and walk over to him. "He's been in and out. But he's sleeping well now."

I nod and activate his communicator. "Robin, this is Supergirl. We are in Gotham, what's your twenty?"

My eyebrows go up. "The Titans?" I ask, surprised. But I'm thankful that someone is coming for Robin. I don't know why Batman hasn't already been here.

I talk into the communicator. "Supergirl, this is Flash. I'm with Robin in the intensive care unit at Gotham City Hospital. He took a good knocking about from Clayface, but he's out of danger."