The "World of Heroes" DC RPG Season VIII

[Catman_prb]

Stephanie stepped out of the way from Rose, who ran to Tim's side. Damien stood in the darkness in the cave, his arms folded. Stephanie slowly wondered over to him, bending down to his height.

"You alright?"

"What do you think, girl!? That beast of a boy just attacked me!"

"Ms Brown, I think you should leave the boy." Alfred stated as he walked passed her. Stephanie nodded and walked away.

Stephanie's eyes locked on to Rose hugging Tim. Jealousy and rage filled her up. Walking casually over to the two, Stephanie stepped in between them, smiling gently at Tim.

"There's more out there, Tim,"

Tim took a step back from Rose, straightening the mask over his face.

"Of course there are," he said, taking a moment to think about what the situation.

"Okay, so these are some kind of anti-Green Lanterns," Tim said "And we've got one of their rings. So I reckon that if I have a good look at what makes them tick, we could exploit some flaw in it. I have all the resources to do it here, but that's no help at all if we get invaded by the mooks every five minutes. The best course of action is to get into the jet, and fly ourselves over to the Titans," Tim said, grabbing a few choice pieces of equipment and heading towards the jet.

"Grab your weapons kids," the teen hero said "We're leaving,"

 

[J'adore]

Tim took a step back from Rose, straightening the mask over his face.

"Of course there are," he said, taking a moment to think about what the situation.

"Okay, so these are some kind of anti-Green Lanterns," Tim said "And we've got one of their rings. So I reckon that if I have a good look at what makes them tick, we could exploit some flaw in it. I have all the resources to do it here, but that's no help at all if we get invaded by the mooks every five minutes. The best course of action is to get into the jet, and fly ourselves over to the Titans," Tim said, grabbing a few choice pieces of equipment and heading towards the jet.

"Grab your weapons kids," the teen hero said "We're leaving,"

"But who's going to guard the cave?"

Stephanie was quick to question Tim's decision.

"And what about Damien, is he coming too?"

Firing various questions at Tim seemed to be pointless. She could only join him on his journey to the Titans. Grabbing some useful resources, Stephanie pulled up her black face mask and slowly lifted up her hood.

"The Titans may be a whole new thing to you Stephanie, so try to keep up,"

Glaring viciously at Rose, Stephanie had now geared up, ready to leave.

"Good luck, Master Tim."

 

[Karem-Knight]

Arkham Island

Bruce following his own orders runs to one end of the woods, Barry the other and I then go to the shorter end to see if anyone has managed to get past this area besides Zsazz. Running back to the start of the bridge that connects Arkham to the rest of Gotham, I notice that the guards have managed to keep some of the more-level headed members of the asylum turning my head the other way on the shores beneath Arkham; I notice that three security boats are missing two of which are just leaving, zooming in on my vision I notice that The Ventriloquist and Scarface leading the nut-jobs in both boats.

"COME ON, YA GOZOS!! YA ALL HEARD THE RUMOURS, IF THE GAT IS REALLY GACK, THEN WE AIN'T GOT MUCH TIME!!!"

I try not to laugh at the lisp Wesker has given the doll, the guy maybe a schizophrenic murderer; but I do find the doll quite funny. Launching some batarangs directly to the boat on my right- I take a leap of a faith as I use a grapple to gide me to the rope as a few controlled explosions go off disorientating the passengers on board. As I hear them coughing I land on it and smile.

"Sorry boys, looks like you'll have to swim!" Throwing everyone out of the small four man boat, they all land into the water. Arkham security or police boars can pick them up till then, taking the wheel I come behind Wesker and his team-mates as they notice me.

"Crap! It's Nightwing!! SHOOT EM UP BOYS!!!!!!" Bullets come out of nowhere as Wesker and some goons fire holes into the boat, I duck down to avoid some of the bullets. Driving further towards the boat, I crash it hard as to put it off course as they temporarily lose control. The Ventriloquist ducks down as I see someone else appear from their boat screaming their head off.

"WHO DARES DISTURB THE MIGHTY ZEUS!!!"

"Oh Great!"

"You have done me well, Arnold Wesker...and in return Zeus shall smite the one they call "Nightwing"!"

"Right....JUST GET HIM OFF OUR TAIL!"

Jumping from the other boat onto the other I see Maxie Zeus landing ontop with a taser gun he obviously he stole from one of the guards at Arkham.

"You have disturbed the King of the Gods and upset his friends, now face my wrath!!" He presses the taser as it comes to my suit as it instantly absorbs it, they were made for human flesh not kevlar. I sigh as his look of anger and confusion irritates me.

"What trickery is this!!? HOW CAN THE POWER OF OLYMPUS NOT BURN THIS MORTAL MAN'S FLESH...." Grabbing him by the collar I throw him overboard, but not before I give a taste of my mind.

"Hey! I have friends who worship those Gods, don't joke about that stuff!!" He screams and lands behind me as I hear him calling out to his "brother Posideion!", I wish Garth and Donna would meet this guy. Coming up from behind Wesker's boat again where their one man down, I grapple discarding my boat as gunfire comes reaching out to me, I get rid of his two goons with each of my feet and land into the boat where I'm met by a dummy with a tommy gun.

"I'M WARNING YA, NIGHTWING!! ONE STEP CLOSER AND IT'S KABLAMMY FOR YA!!!" I run to him and grab the gun from off his hand.

"PLEASE!! DON'T HURT ME NIGHTWING....IT WAS HIM...IT WAS SCARFACE!!!"

"Sorry Wesker....give it a while and you'll get the help you need...."

I knock him out, feeling bad as I do it and he falls to the ground. Wesker doesn't seem like a bad person but the split personality of Scarface is an awful human being, a criminal without remorse. Hopefully the doctors at Arkham can actually help this guy, turning back the boat I dump them onto the Arkham Security Boat I was previously riding trying to hurry it up because I know there's still one left.

"Oracle! It's Nightwing, do you know anything the location of Arkham Security Boat 4002?"

"Just checking, seems that Dr. Arkham had security installed for all vehicles related to the Island's security......yeah, found it! It's approximately five miles towards the South Bank near Gotham Harbour!"

"Roger! Nightwing out!"


***
Byran Dundle used to have a normal everyday job a paper company before the rise of costumed adventures and criminals, fascinated by the concept and lifestyle of these people; Dundle decided to take on the habit of it all so that he could have some excitement in his life. Becoming "The River Man!" he donned a blue costume with the letter "R" on his mask and chest he had a fun time doing this for the first two nights; transporting drugs and chemicals for the new rising criminals in Gotham- until Professor Milo gave him orders to test out this new drug that would give him great stamina to fight off foes- only to find he experienced horrible hallucinations when Batman and Robin stopped him all those years ago it still hadn't went away. He had remained in Arkham Aslyum since then and the nightmare stopped as he was told of his crimes, and decided to stay in his cell to repent and get the proper treatment he needed.

That was until tonight when a man with a hand gun came over to him pointing it to his head- needing his boating skills to get out of the Island quickly, Dundle reluctantly agreed, and was assured he wouldn't be harmed by the man whom took him from his cell, that man was named Harvey Dent.

"Here's fine!!"

"Yes, Mr. Dent..." Dundle stopped the boat on the banks near Gotham Harbour, a mile away from the Docks and Narrows. Dundle got out of the boat with Harvey as they looked out to see for any nearby police cars or helicopters.

"You did a good job, Dundle...thank you!" Dent said as they walked away from the beach. "No...No problem, Mr. Dent....but where else should we go!?"

"I read your case-file, Dundle......winning a high-school boating competition showed that you were a good source for my escape......but everything else, was..."

"Mr. Dent, sir...I don't know what you're talking about!?"

"When you became "The River-Man" you committed crimes, small time back then. You may have even ran into me, not entirely sure. But that all changed one night, when you became like the rest of the Gotham elite............" Dent turned his head and looked at Dundle's eyes which were raised in fear.

"....the night when you took a job for Professor Milo, testing out one of his new special drugs. You experianced horrible hallucinations and when you arrived home, you found someone had killed a little girl; but the blood was on your hands. That little girl turned out to be your niece!"

"Mr. Dent...please....that was a long, long time ago! I wasn't myself, I had no control of it...please....!!!" Two-Face grabbed him by the throat and threw him down onto the ground.

"Murder is still murder, Dundle. And you need a court of law to see if you're innocent........."

Tossing his coin, Dent collected it in one hand as the gun was still on Dundle's forehead, as he looked over he saw Dundle's tears coming from his eyes.

"....or guilty!"

BANG!
BANG!

Dundle fell to the ground dead, as Two-Face looked around for any sign of trouble, the entire place seemed to be empty but someone would have heard the gunshots. Keeping the gun in his hand, Harvey run away from the scene and journeyed on out. His job wasn't finished yet.

 

[Watchman]

The fallen Guardian floated lifelessly in the air. Something was using her a marionette, jerking her limbs, forcing her to commit these atrocities. Black and green constructs of claws, bug legs, stingers filled the attacking the others.

"Come to me," Granny rasped, "come to granny." The Guardians fought back the constructs as Black Hand and Prime joined in.

"It is finished Guardians. Your reign of the universe ends now. Darkseid's everlasting."

"Vile one, you underestimate us."

"You assume that you can invade our home and we would not be prepare?"

"How foolish."

A dome opened up revealing space. First there were stars and nothing more. Then a giant Green Lantern symbol filled the sky.

"Once you started your invasion, mortal, contact was made with one specific lantern."

"We are the immortals. You are under arrest."

The sky turned green. Gravity adjusted itself. Everything was falling toward the sky.

"Green Lantern Mogo has increased his gravitational field. Green Lanterns are heading for safety and we are in our restraints. He will take you in now."

"His Lanterns, hear me. Seek shelter in the arms of freedom and corrupt it. Journey to the brightest spots of the galaxy and spread the equation." Black lights filled the sky and vanished.

"No matter." Black Hand shot out a construct of a chain and wrapped it around a pillar. Superboy Prime buried his hand into. One of the insect legs dug into the wall. Granny laughed.

"You may be immortals but we are the gods." A claw shot up, impaling a Guardian. Another claw cut open space itself.

"We must flee now! Through the boom tube." Black Hand was the first through. "Now, Prince of Apokolips!"

"Darkseid promised me! If I killed these blue freaks, he would grant me my greatest wish."

"Child, it has already came true. Darkseid lives once again and you serve him."

"NO!" Prime flew toward Granny, "I kill you!" He shot up into the sky and toward Mogo.

"Farewell, Guardians, we shall meet again." She was gone.
*******
A Earth,

"You may stop sulking in the shadows. I have known of your coming for quite some time." Two white eyes pierce the shadows.

"I am quite surprise that you found the only sliver of darkness in the room. I try to keep the dark out of these room. The nastiest things can come out of it."

"You need better security, Nelson."

"Please, here call me by my professional name. Call me Doc, Doc Fate."

"Very well." The stranger moved out of the darkness. He wore a long black jacket,a wide brim hat, and a domino mask. A bat emblem covered his gray shirt.

"What brings the Bat of Gotham to my humble abode?"

"A number of strange occurrences. First the Gladiator is missing."

"The Gladiator of Kansas is missing? Most disturbing. The last time I heard of him..."

"Was when he fought Baron Von Luthor and General Grodd. They were successful in raising an elder being."

"I thought the Bat didn't believe in this hocus pocus. I know a certain socialite who was opposed to the building of the Tower of Fate..."

"Enough," the Bat said sternly, "certain aspects have grown beyond my control. Gladiator went missing after he pushed the elder god into the blank zone. It was during that time that Dr. Jonathan Caligari and Laughing Jack had begun to predict the end of the world. The sky rains red and...."

"...the dead god has risen. The prophecy has come true. Our first and last mission as the Justice Guild of the World. It ended when the devil himself cursed our world before we bound him to the beginning of time. Night Eternal."

"I have already informed the others."

"Always one step ahead of us."

"Who knows what evil lurks inside the hearts of men? The Bat knows." He was gone." Doc Fate pressed the intercom on his golden desk.

"Lady Black Hawk please prep the plane. We have meeting that we must attend to."
******
"My love, Sayd, I have done a foolish thing." The two guardians had escape Oa. They now float, aimlessly across a new planet. One cover with beautiful landscape.

"No, Ganthet. Do not say such a thing."

"There we could have done something. We could have save the universe."
"Do not give up hope. There are those out there that will stand against the darkness. They will need our help."

"Yes, you are correct."

"I have found a power source that can form a basis to a new type of protection. We will make sure that even when the light seems dimmest that there is still hope."

An image of a blue ring appeared.

"All will be well." They said together as blue swirled all around them.

 

[Karem-Knight]

Arkham Island

Bruce following his own orders runs to one end of the woods, Barry the other and I then go to the shorter end to see if anyone has managed to get past this area besides Zsazz. Running back to the start of the bridge that connects Arkham to the rest of Gotham, I notice that the guards have managed to keep some of the more-level headed members of the asylum turning my head the other way on the shores beneath Arkham; I notice that three security boats are missing two of which are just leaving, zooming in on my vision I notice that The Ventriloquist and Scarface leading the nut-jobs in both boats.

"COME ON, YA GOZOS!! YA ALL HEARD THE RUMOURS, IF THE GAT IS REALLY GACK, THEN WE AIN'T GOT MUCH TIME!!!"

I try not to laugh at the lisp Wesker has given the doll, the guy maybe a schizophrenic murderer; but I do find the doll quite funny. Launching some batarangs directly to the boat on my right- I take a leap of a faith as I use a grapple to gide me to the rope as a few controlled explosions go off disorientating the passengers on board. As I hear them coughing I land on it and smile.

"Sorry boys, looks like you'll have to swim!" Throwing everyone out of the small four man boat, they all land into the water. Arkham security or police boars can pick them up till then, taking the wheel I come behind Wesker and his team-mates as they notice me.

"Crap! It's Nightwing!! SHOOT EM UP BOYS!!!!!!" Bullets come out of nowhere as Wesker and some goons fire holes into the boat, I duck down to avoid some of the bullets. Driving further towards the boat, I crash it hard as to put it off course as they temporarily lose control. The Ventriloquist ducks down as I see someone else appear from their boat screaming their head off.

"WHO DARES DISTURB THE MIGHTY ZEUS!!!"

"Oh Great!"

"You have done me well, Arnold Wesker...and in return Zeus shall smite the one they call "Nightwing"!"

"Right....JUST GET HIM OFF OUR TAIL!"

Jumping from the other boat onto the other I see Maxie Zeus landing ontop with a taser gun he obviously he stole from one of the guards at Arkham.

"You have disturbed the King of the Gods and upset his friends, now face my wrath!!" He presses the taser as it comes to my suit as it instantly absorbs it, they were made for human flesh not kevlar. I sigh as his look of anger and confusion irritates me.

"What trickery is this!!? HOW CAN THE POWER OF OLYMPUS NOT BURN THIS MORTAL MAN'S FLESH...." Grabbing him by the collar I throw him overboard, but not before I give a taste of my mind.

"Hey! I have friends who worship those Gods, don't joke about that stuff!!" He screams and lands behind me as I hear him calling out to his "brother Posideion!", I wish Garth and Donna would meet this guy. Coming up from behind Wesker's boat again where their one man down, I grapple discarding my boat as gunfire comes reaching out to me, I get rid of his two goons with each of my feet and land into the boat where I'm met by a dummy with a tommy gun.

"I'M WARNING YA, NIGHTWING!! ONE STEP CLOSER AND IT'S KABLAMMY FOR YA!!!" I run to him and grab the gun from off his hand.

"PLEASE!! DON'T HURT ME NIGHTWING....IT WAS HIM...IT WAS SCARFACE!!!"

"Sorry Wesker....give it a while and you'll get the help you need...."

I knock him out, feeling bad as I do it and he falls to the ground. Wesker doesn't seem like a bad person but the split personality of Scarface is an awful human being, a criminal without remorse. Hopefully the doctors at Arkham can actually help this guy, turning back the boat I dump them onto the Arkham Security Boat I was previously riding trying to hurry it up because I know there's still one left.

"Oracle! It's Nightwing, do you know anything the location of Arkham Security Boat 4002?"

"Just checking, seems that Dr. Arkham had security installed for all vehicles related to the Island's security......yeah, found it! It's approximately five miles towards the South Bank near Gotham Harbour!"

"Roger! Nightwing out!"


***
Byran Dundle used to have a normal everyday job a paper company before the rise of costumed adventures and criminals, fascinated by the concept and lifestyle of these people; Dundle decided to take on the habit of it all so that he could have some excitement in his life. Becoming "The River Man!" he donned a blue costume with the letter "R" on his mask and chest he had a fun time doing this for the first two nights; transporting drugs and chemicals for the new rising criminals in Gotham- until Professor Milo gave him orders to test out this new drug that would give him great stamina to fight off foes- only to find he experienced horrible hallucinations when Batman and Robin stopped him all those years ago it still hadn't went away. He had remained in Arkham Aslyum since then and the nightmare stopped as he was told of his crimes, and decided to stay in his cell to repent and get the proper treatment he needed.

That was until tonight when a man with a hand gun came over to him pointing it to his head- needing his boating skills to get out of the Island quickly, Dundle reluctantly agreed, and was assured he wouldn't be harmed by the man whom took him from his cell, that man was named Harvey Dent.

"Here's fine!!"

"Yes, Mr. Dent..." Dundle stopped the boat on the banks near Gotham Harbour, a mile away from the Docks and Narrows. Dundle got out of the boat with Harvey as they looked out to see for any nearby police cars or helicopters.

"You did a good job, Dundle...thank you!" Dent said as they walked away from the beach. "No...No problem, Mr. Dent....but where else should we go!?"

"I read your case-file, Dundle......winning a high-school boating competition showed that you were a good source for my escape......but everything else, was..."

"Mr. Dent, sir...I don't know what you're talking about!?"

"When you became "The River-Man" you committed crimes, small time back then. You may have even ran into me, not entirely sure. But that all changed one night, when you became like the rest of the Gotham elite............" Dent turned his head and looked at Dundle's eyes which were raised in fear.

"....the night when you took a job for Professor Milo, testing out one of his new special drugs. You experianced horrible hallucinations and when you arrived home, you found someone had killed a little girl; but the blood was on your hands. That little girl turned out to be your niece!"

"Mr. Dent...please....that was a long, long time ago! I wasn't myself, I had no control of it...please....!!!" Two-Face grabbed him by the throat and threw him down onto the ground.

"Murder is still murder, Dundle. And you need a court of law to see if you're innocent........."

Tossing his coin, Dent collected it in one hand as the gun was still on Dundle's forehead, as he looked over he saw Dundle's tears coming from his eyes.

"....or guilty!"

BANG!
BANG!

Dundle fell to the ground dead, as Two-Face looked around for any sign of trouble, the entire place seemed to be empty but someone would have heard the gunshots. Keeping the gun in his hand, Harvey run away from the scene and journeyed on out. His job wasn't finished yet.

Outskirts of Arkham Island

I ride down for another couple of minutes as I arrive to the shore of Gotham Harbour and finally find the missing Arkham Security boat, which as I suspected is empty with no passengers. I get off the boat and then start looking round for the escaped inmates; I'm lucky in one aspect, but not in another; I manage to find an escaped inmate, but a dead one. He was shot two times in the head by a USP. 40, the same handguns they use inside the main Aslyum. Whoever shot this guy, defiantly took this weapon from a guard; checking for any clues it looks like this guy has been dead for roughly twenty minutes.

"Oracle, can you get any identification on this guy?"

"Sure, just pop him up on your visor screen."

I then take a two second photograph with bits of data that get sent to Barbara and in a few moments she already responds back.

"Yeah, his name was Bryan Dundle also known as The River Man a few years back, back when you were Robin you and Batman stopped him when under the influence of Professor Milo's drugs he accidentally killed his own niece."

"Wait, I remember this guy.....man, that was years ago. Poor guy, he had a hard time while he was alive......and to end like this......do you know of any associates of his?"

"None, this guy was mostly free-lance and often worked with small time crooks that are either inside Black Gate, out of Gotham or dead. No one's he's been linked with in Arkham for a long time; in fact, this is the first record of him ever trying to escape- it looks like he was actually taking advantage of the care in the asylum!"

"Wow! This guy was really a oddball...so whoever he escaped with chose him on the spur of the moment and killed him so that no one can trace them. How the rest of the situation back at Arkham?"

"The Flash and Batman have seemed to have got it covered for the whole back at the actual island, most of the inmates seem to be contained but there will be a few missing. I'm sure they'll pop up sooner or later."


"Yeah.....well, there's someone I've been needing to talk to ever since I came back from Star City; don't think you could do me another favour?"


***
Gotham

Noah Kuttler for a while was like any other super-villain in the world; he wore a flashy costume and tried to rob banks only to get stopped by a superhero time and time again, and then some more. But then he heard of Oracle, the computer-expert whom managed to rely Intel to the superheroes across the world, starting with Batman and his Network; and then moving onto the Justice League. Kuttler decided to take this idea and worked it for the other side of the team and he hooked up all the hitmen and small time crooks in the criminal community with jobs and Intel. Though, Noah still kept his name as The Calculator.

"Ah well, hello my dear friend Mirror Master; how may I help you today?"


"Aye up, Calculator ya know what I need....where's the nearest shipment of the salty sweetner?"

"Well, since I have two grand from you in the deposit; I'll give you the city and the man's name; He's in Keystone under the name "Marcus Vernell", just make sure Cold doesn't catch you this time McCulloch."

"Ey, Calc...I'll be clean as a whistle!"

"Good, good. See you later, I've got another call coming in.."

Noah then pressed his button on the receiver, expecting another one of his clients when he heard the voice of someone he never met before in his life; but whom had an impact on him.

"It's over, Kuttler."


"What are you talking about!? Who is this....NO!" Soon all of Kuttler's information and operations were shut down as error message came out of nowhere and the only word that came up was "Oracle" again and again. "HEY SOMEBODY!!! HELP ME, ANYONE!!!" He came running to his small door when it all of a sudden opened as it hit him to the ground.

"Monocle and Bloodspider!? You come to Gotham of all places, and you hire Monocle and Bloodspider to take care of you?"


As I mock Calculator I'm not entirely sure if I'm pretended to be confused and angry at his choices or if I actually am, this guy has all the contacts in the world and he chooses those two. Then again, he still is small time; just rich.

"What do you want, Nightwing!?"

I grab him by the collar and stare him down into his eyes.


"I want to know whose behind these sudden bank sabotages, the attempted murder of Brick in Star City two nights ago and who killed The Great White Shark and Michael Villanci!"

"Okay then Nightwing, you know my rates. One thousand per question!"

I grab his arm and pull it out of it's socket and I hear him scream, this guy may seem untouchable but he's just a small man who thinks he's bigger than everybody else.

"There, that'll cost you one thousand bucks just to get that repaired in hospital; now tell me. Who. Is. It!?"

"Alright.....alright.....it's...."

He starts coughing, I grab his throat and pull him up to make sure he's not trying anything.

"...Two-Face......it's Two-Face......"

"Two-Face!?"

"Yeah...."

I throw Kuttler down on the ground and he lands onto the desk of his computer screens, trying to contain my anger and shock. Leaving Noah's hideout I go to the Vanguard Building and sit down on top of a gargoyle and look out into the city, reminiscing and thinking to myself.

"Nightwing, are you alright!?"

"I'm fine, notify the police on Kuttler's whereabouts....oh and Oracle, thanks."

"No, thank you; Boy Wonder. I've been wanting to get this guy for years."

I chuckle, trying to hide the shock of what I just heard behind me. Ever since I was a kid, there was only one person who I had trouble fighting against; it wasn't Scarecrow or Croc, not Ivy, hell; not even The Joker was that big of a problem- it was Two-Face, Harvey Dent. It wasn't his appearance that made me squirm I mean, hell; the first few times I faced him I had no problem with his charred face; it wasn't until the first time I messed up, he was there. He beat me to a pulp with a baseball bat, made Bruce doubt me, made me doubt myself. I've fought him and beaten him so many times, I've conquered my fear of him- the only thing that remains is the anger and hate I have for the man.

"Where ever you are, Dent. I'm coming to get you....."

​

 

[Bounce]

DAMIAN WAYNE​

"Give me the ring Damien," the young man warned, a hard edge to his voice.

"Why should I?" he asked, raising his head haughtily.

"Because I'm telling you to," Tim said, his voice icy.

Damien made an exagerrated show of extending his forefinger and placing the ring upon it. Before he could do so, Tim backhanded him violently, wresting the ring from his finger. Damien gasped in shock.

"My father shall hear of this,"

"Too damned right he will," Tim said, turning around.

"Are you alright Master Timothy?" Alfred asked.

"Please don't let the little sociopath get his hands on any more knives," Tim sighed, handing the butler the curved blade.

Ah, the quips and jabs of the ignorant. The young boy could only smirk at the disdain in Tim Drake's voice as the former Robin addressed Alfred. The child's smile was made haunting by the fresh blood that was splattered across his face and clothing. "Oh, I do hope I didn't frighten you... Drake," Damian offered, the apology rich in sardonic overtones as the boy stretched out a bloody hand and flicked the Yellow Lantern's blood at the teen.

"I guess you have to be the real son not to be afraid of a little blood," the child spat venomously. He was upset, but how could he not be? Damian had just been *****slapped by the pretender who, like Grayson, had usurped his father's attention. That in itself was bothersome enough, the throbbing in the right side of Damian's face only a minor irritant in comparison to the one who had inflicted it upon him.

Damian's eyes fell to the knife that he'd abandoned to the floor of the cave, beside what remained of the Yellow Lantern's corpse. Not only was it a compelling thought to snatch the blade from the butler and use it against Drake, such was his right under the Assassin's Creed... "Tt," the boy quipped, turning away from both Alfred and Tim as the child crossed his arms over his chest and brooded in the shadows.

Stephanie stepped out of the way from Rose, who ran to Tim's side. Damien stood in the darkness in the cave, his arms folded. Stephanie slowly wondered over to him, bending down to his height.

"You alright?"

"What do you think, girl!? That beast of a boy just attacked me!"

"Ms Brown, I think you should leave the boy." Alfred stated as he walked passed her. Stephanie nodded and walked away.

Damian gritted his teeth, still seething with anger from having been put in his place by Tim, and leveled a scathing glare up at Alfred. "Fetch me a towel, servant," the boy demanded with arrogant disdain as he waved off the butler.

The comment had been an unwelcome, but necessary, interruption from his reverie. He was covered in blood. Removing one glove and pulling his hand through his hair revealed that he'd literally been splashed from head to toe by his opponent's severed arteries. Knives were wonderful tools for close combat, but sometimes such proximity to bleeding opponents was dirtier business than was desired.

"Okay, so these are some kind of anti-Green Lanterns," Tim said "And we've got one of their rings...

"You're welcome for that," the child cracked snidely. In truth, Damian couldn't be less interested in whatever had Drake or the others concerned. Obviously these anti-Green Lanterns were a rather pathetic threat to have just been dispatched by a ten year old. Granted, that ten year old was the son of Batman but still such an easily eliminated opponent was boring.

Still, the dismembered corpse would make a nice trophy for his father to find when he returned home to the cave. Given Drake's obvious fear at taking the necessary measures to neutralize threats then there would be no doubt in his father's mind as to what had transpired.

And if his father was out there fighting these creatures, then Damian could only imagine such a struggle as being both entirely one-sided and pathetic to watch. So it couldn't be the fight that attracted his father... why bother expending energy protecting worthless lives? The thought made the child stop and gaze back over the cave. Blue eyes took in the faces of Tim, Steph, Rose, and Alfred. When it came to worthless lives, his father seemed to keep a rather depressing number of such in his company.

Why? Damian very much wanted to know why...

"Grab your weapons kids," teen hero said "We're leaving,"

The declaration brought a different smile to Damian's face. This one was that of a young boy genuinely happy and beaming at the prospect of having the manor and the cave to himself. There would be the servant, of course, but that was the way of things. After all, Damien was too royal to be concerned with such petty chores as preparing his own food or drawing his own bath.

That didn't sound bad after a bit of murder... A bath, something to eat, maybe catch a cartoon on late night television that was excessively violent...

"And what about Damien, is he coming too?"

The comment ran through Damian like lightning splitting a tree. Conflicting emotions wrestled with one another for a moment. On the one hand, was that unworthy girl... trying to include him? No, that couldn't be the case. Damian wasn't wanted here. And he had to remind himself that he didn't want to be here. Right? That was his story and he was sticking to it. So, no, she couldn't be trying to include him. It was pity then and that simply wouldn't do. What did she take him for? A child?

"Hnn," the boy scoffed haughtily, as he turned to give the teens a look of sheer contempt. "Like hell I'd be seen hanging out with a fat girl like you."

 

[Catman_prb]

The comment ran through Damian like lightning splitting a tree. Conflicting emotions wrestled with one another for a moment. On the one hand, was that unworthy girl... trying to include him? No, that couldn't be the case. Damian wasn't wanted here. And he had to remind himself that he didn't want to be here. Right? That was his story and he was sticking to it. So, no, she couldn't be trying to include him. It was pity then and that simply wouldn't do. What did she take him for? A child?

"Hnn," the boy scoffed haughtily, as he turned to give the teens a look of sheer contempt. "Like hell I'd be seen hanging out with a fat girl like you."

Tim brought a fist up to strike the little brat. For a second he would have done, locking eyes with the malevolent creature. He wanted to put the fear of god into that pint-sized monster, petrify him to his wits end. He felt the metal ring in the palm of his gloved hand, cold even though it was not on his flesh. Then he took a deep breath and unclenched his fist, looking away from the child in shame.

"Yes Damien is coming with us. Gagged if need be," he muttered coldly, slipping the ring inside his utility belt and fastening it closed.

"Tim, are you-?" Rose started.

"We need to get this ring to a Lantern, or something. It's not safe here with us," he said, walking to the jet without another word.

 

[Byrd Man]

I flick a batarang at the fleeing inmate. The metal weapon crashes against his skull and sends the insane inmate reeling.

"I found one, Cash," I say into the communicator. "Northwest Quadrant."

"A few guards will be there in ten."

I bend down next to the unconscious inmate and pick up my batarang.

"He'll keep until then. How many are left?"

"Two."

"Two?!"

"Flash rounded up everyone else."

"Good. If the breakout is all but taken care of, I have to see what else is happening in Gotham."

I flick a button on my utility belt. Two minutes later, the Batwing hovers in the air above Arkham.

I climb up into the cockpit and fly off into the sky.

"Alfred."
"Yes, sir?"

"Tim's channel is switched off."

"Most likely a side effect of his slight scuffle with Master Damian."

"What?"

"Just a case of boys being boys...albeit boys dressed in costumes and slightly deranged."

"Where are they now?"

"Preparing to take a yellow ring they discovered to a proper authority."

"No. Tell Tim to hold on to it. I'll be at the cave in five minutes. Let me inspect it. We may be able to make it useful."

"Yes, sir."

Alfred logs off and I set a course for Wayne Manor.
​

 

[Blacklight]

Five seconds later and the three of us are standing outside Titans Tower again. And we can't help but notice that none of us have Bart.

I sigh. "Where should we go next?"

"I really thought he would be here. It's the perfect place for Savitar to send a message."

"But we searched every inch of the Tower. He's nowhere in there." My forehead crinkles at the way Wally says that.

"What're thinking, Jay?"

"Yeah...we searched everywhere inside. But not outside."

"We would have spotted something on our way here."

"...what about the roof?"

"Wh-" Wally stands and thinks on it for a second. "I didn't..."

"Neither did I..."

We look at each other, and then tear off back to the tower. We blaze a trio of streaks right up the side and onto to the roof.

And stop instantly.

"Dear god."

"BART!"

We're at his side in the smallest fraction of a second.

"This is bad."

"Why isn't he healing?"

Wally carefully picks Bart up in his arms, getting only the slightest of moans from him. He's bruised and beaten, covered in dried and caked blood. His limbs hang at odd angles from obviously breaks, and his breaths come on staggered rattles. There's no telling how long he had been left up here baking in the sun.

"I'm afraid to move him."

"We need to get him inside. The Titans can help." Wally nods, and moving slower than anyone named Flash has a right to move, we carefully take him down below.

Now...


"Heya, Bart. How are you holding up?"

It's a question I know he's not going to answer. I know this because it's the tenth time in the past month I've asked him. And the reason he won't answer is because he blames me for what happened to him... Losing his speed, the torture... All of it.

What's worse? He's right. It was all my fault...

Jay and Hunter keep telling me it wasn't, but I can't help but see things from Bart's standpoint. I should've been there. I should've protected him. It only would've taken me a second to check up on him. To make sure he was safe... But I didn't. Because of my failures as a mentor, Bart now has to suffer.

"Bart... I can't tell you enough how much I'm sorry..."

He responds with more silence, turning away from me in disgust.

I then proceeded to walk out of his room in Jay and Joan's house, and walking towards Jay as he looked at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Jay... Do you think he'll ever forgive me?"

 

[J'adore]

Tim brought a fist up to strike the little brat. For a second he would have done, locking eyes with the malevolent creature. He wanted to put the fear of god into that pint-sized monster, petrify him to his wits end. He felt the metal ring in the palm of his gloved hand, cold even though it was not on his flesh. Then he took a deep breath and unclenched his fist, looking away from the child in shame.

"Yes Damien is coming with us. Gagged if need be," he muttered coldly, slipping the ring inside his utility belt and fastening it closed.

"Tim, are you-?" Rose started.

"We need to get this ring to a Lantern, or something. It's not safe here with us," he said, walking to the jet without another word.

Laughing at the remark of Damien calling Rose fat, she soon met the demonizing eyes of Rose herself. Instantly, Stephanie stopped laughing.

"Oh relax, Rose. Damien's perfectly capable of controlling himself, he can come with us. Can't you Damien?" Stephanie bent down to Damien's height. She scanned his face, he tried reading Stephanie's but it was covered up by her black mask.

"Whatever, Stephanie - I didn't ask for your opinon,"

Stephanie smirked under her mask and walked back over to Tim.

"Let's go,"

 

[Catman_prb]

Laughing at the remark of Damien calling Rose fat, she soon met the demonizing eyes of Rose herself. Instantly, Stephanie stopped laughing.

"Oh relax, Rose. Damien's perfectly capable of controlling himself, he can come with us. Can't you Damien?" Stephanie bent down to Damien's height. She scanned his face, he tried reading Stephanie's but it was covered up by her black mask.

"Whatever, Stephanie - I didn't ask for your opinon,"

Stephanie smirked under her mask and walked back over to Tim.

"Let's go,"

"Yeah let's-" Tim started, before Alfred stepped forwards slightly.

"Actually Master Tim, I have been told to keep you and the ring here for the time being," Alfred said genially.

"Says who?" Tim asked.

"Master Bruce," Alfred said, raising an eyebrow archly. Tim met and held his gaze for a few seconds, before shrugging.

"Fair enough," he said, sitting down at the workbench, placing the ring in front of him and staring at it intently. The sounds of the Yellow Lanterns pounding on the door filled the cave; an ominous booming.

 

[J'adore]

"Yeah let's-" Tim started, before Alfred stepped forwards slightly.

"Actually Master Tim, I have been told to keep you and the ring here for the time being," Alfred said genially.

"Says who?" Tim asked.

"Master Bruce," Alfred said, raising an eyebrow archly. Tim met and held his gaze for a few seconds, before shrugging.

"Fair enough," he said, sitting down at the workbench, placing the ring in front of him and staring at it intently. The sounds of the Yellow Lanterns pounding on the door filled the cave; an ominous booming.

"What!? You built my hopes up for nothing,"

Stephanie hurried over to where Tim sat and sat down next to him.

"Well, good. Saved me a trip in that jet and struggling to get the seat belt around me."

"Tim, we don't have to listen to him...We could just go without any permission..."

 

[Byrd Man]

​

"What!? You built my hopes up for nothing,"

Stephanie hurried over to where Tim sat and sat down next to him.

"Well, good. Saved me a trip in that jet and struggling to get the seat belt around me."

"Tim, we don't have to listen to him...We could just go without any permission..."

"I believe that would be unwise."

I step out of the shadows, catching the girl by surprise.

A quick survey of the scene tells me all I need to know. Tim and Alfred struggling to keep order. Damian is...Damian. Meanwhile Rose and Spoiler argue and bicker among themselves. While Tim has a pregnant girlfriend at home, he's running around with this new girl....I'll have to have a talk with Tim after this is over.

"Computer, run defense measure: 21."

A loud boom comes from upstairs.

"That should keep the Yellow Lanterns at bay for a bit. Where's the ring?"

 

[J'adore]

​

"I believe that would be unwise."

I step out of the shadows, catching the girl by surprise.

A quick survey of the scene tells me all I need to know. Tim and Alfred struggling to keep order. Damian is...Damian. Meanwhile Rose and Spoiler argue and bicker among themselves. While Tim has a pregnant girlfriend at home, he's running around with this new girl....I'll have to have a talk with Tim after this is over.

"Computer, run defense measure: 21."

A loud boom comes from upstairs.

"That should keep the Yellow Lanterns at bay for a bit. Where's the ring?"

"Master...Lord....Sir...Batman..."

Stephanie instantly becomes more assertive and sits up straight at the sight of Batman. She watches as Rose and Tim do as well.

Stephanie couldn't speak properly under her greatest idol. "Tim...has it."

 

[Byrd Man]

Stephanie instantly becomes more assertive and sits up straight at the sight of Batman. She watches as Rose and Tim do as well.

Stephanie couldn't speak properly under her greatest idol. "Tim...has it."

I nod. I know enough about Spoiler that I don't exactly like her in the cave. She may have skills and talents, but just watching her attitude for the past few minutes have shown she has a long way to go.

"Tim, let me see the ring."

 

[Bounce]

DAMIAN WAYNE

Laughing at the remark of Damien calling Rose fat, she soon met the demonizing eyes of Rose herself. Instantly, Stephanie stopped laughing.

"Oh relax, Rose. Damien's perfectly capable of controlling himself, he can come with us. Can't you Damien?" Stephanie bent down to Damien's height. She scanned his face, he tried reading Stephanie's but it was covered up by her black mask

Damian wasn't certain if the girl was mocking him... or just ignorant. One was infuriating while the other was... was...

To be honest, he wasn't sure. So rather than speaking, Damian just glared back at the wench as he studied her movements and tried to fathom what was going on inside that vacant head of the girl.

"Yeah let's-" Tim started, before Alfred stepped forwards slightly.

"Actually Master Tim, I have been told to keep you and the ring here for the time being," Alfred said genially.

"Says who?" Tim asked.

"Master Bruce," Alfred said, raising an eyebrow archly. Tim met and held his gaze for a few seconds, before shrugging.

"Checkmate," Damian quipped snidely, accepting a towel from Alfred as the boy wiped the blood from his face and began to walk back toward the stairs to the mansion. If they were not going anywhere, then he saw no further need to remain in the company of such... trash.

The wench had a dislike of authority that Damian could almost appreciate. But what was it that she was suggesting? Would Bruce Wayne's hand-picked golden child dare go against the word of the Batman?

Damian would have loved to have gotten an answer to that question. Sadly, it - along with Steph's rebellion - was quickly snuffed out.

"I believe that would be unwise."

The announcement of the Batman's presence sends a visible shiver through Stephanie, a fact which brings a quiet amusement to Damian. The wench had just been put in her place rather neatly. The boy could appreciate his father's method there. Batman's presence brought the child away from the stairs, practically running with the juvenile desire to be close to his parent. Batman had dropped him off in the cave and left. Perhaps now he would actually have an opportunity to observe the legendary father that his mother had spoken of.

"Hello, father," Damian offered, the words cold yet still polite. In had walked the one man that Damian respected. The boy would at least give his father that much. The uniform of the flying rodent that he wore appeared have gathered its share of dust and scratches. Father had been in a struggle. "Good night for 'crime fighting' is it?"

Damian couldn't help the tone of mockery that slipped however subconsciously into his voice when he spoke about fighting crime. He was the son of the Demon's Fang. Mother wasn't exactly a role model of legal observance.
​

 

[Catman_prb]

I nod. I know enough about Spoiler that I don't exactly like her in the cave. She may have skills and talents, but just watching her attitude for the past few minutes have shown she has a long way to go.

"Tim, let me see the ring."

Tim put the yellow ring in the palm of his hand, closing his fingers around it briefly. It weighed heavier than it looked to the eye, feeling more like a lead weight than anything else. Cold voices whispered in his head, urging him to slip the ring on and to flee. He offered it to his mentor.

"Take it," he said "I don't want it,"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Hello, father," Damian offered, the words cold yet still polite. In had walked the one man that Damian respected. The boy would at least give his father that much. The uniform of the flying rodent that he wore appeared have gathered its share of dust and scratches. Father had been in a struggle. "Good night for 'crime fighting' is it?"
​

"Damian..."

The boy, my son, is covered in blood.

"What happened here?!"

I grab Damian by his arm, a bit forceful than I intended.

"Damian was in a struggle with one of those yellow lanterns, sir...the intruder didn't survive."

"You took a life?"

My blood begins to boil. I can feel my anger rising at the thought of this child, my son, taking a life.

"Do you know what you just did?" I ask the boy, rage coursing through my voice. "You destroyed all that person ever was, or ever will be. What gives you the right to do that?!"

I let him go and turn to Alfred.

"Get him out of my sight. Make sure he gets cleaned up."

Tim put the yellow ring in the palm of his hand, closing his fingers around it briefly. It weighed heavier than it looked to the eye, feeling more like a lead weight than anything else. Cold voices whispered in his head, urging him to slip the ring on and to flee. He offered it to his mentor.

"Take it," he said "I don't want it,"

I take the ring from Tim, staring down at it. Effortlessly, I slip the ring into my utility belt pouch.

"Those yellow lanterns are still attacking Gotham."

That's all I say, that's all I have to say. I ruffle my cape and walk towards the batwing. I stop momentarily and look back at Damian.

"Once I'm done, we'll have words about this."

 

[Bounce]

​

"You took a life?"

My blood begins to boil. I can feel my anger rising at the thought of this child, my son, taking a life.

"Do you know what you just did?" I ask the boy, rage coursing through my voice. "You destroyed all that person ever was, or ever will be. What gives you the right to do that?!"

I let him go and turn to Alfred.

"Get him out of my sight. Make sure he gets cleaned up."

The confusion is plain on the child's face. Had he taken a life? Was that really a question... of course he'd taken a life! What kind of assassin would he be if he didn't? Damian didn't comprehend why this was a problem for people. For his father least of all. Wasn't Batman judge? Wasn't Batman jury? Wasn't Batman above the law? Pain colors his boyish features next, not at the arm grabbed by Bruce but at being chastised for something he'd thought he'd be praised for. His mother had taught him that life was cheap, now his father seemed to be giving him a very mixed message.

And then Batman just dismisses him. No, its worse than that... he banishes him. Out of his sight? HIS sight? It had been father who had come and abducted Damian and brought the boy to this place against his will! The confusion remains, though the pain dissolves into a juvenile rage. Small hands ball themselves into fists, Damian's face flush as his eyes seem ready to betray him with tears. Damian spent his life being ignored by a mother who amused her son with fairy tales of the great man who was his father... and as he looked up now all Damian saw was the Batman's back.

"IT'S WHAT I WAS TAUGHT!" The words come full volume, as the child's preadolescence voice slides up an octave with the fear-spawned rage that ran through him.

I ruffle my cape and walk towards the batwing. I stop momentarily and look back at Damian.

"Once I'm done, we'll have words about this."

Damian's nostrils flare as the child draws in a deep breath. He felt his composure slipping. A scream of rage echoed throughout the cave as the child stormed up the steps toward his temporary prison. The tactical retreat was necessary... the boy's face turned toward the shadows so that no one - his father most of all - would see the tears that were beginning to escape his control.

Just like that? Just like that Tim, the pretender, got acknowledged for giving up the ring that he hadn't earned in combat. Damian had. It should have been Damian's trophy to present to his father. Instead Damian was rejected. Out of his sight...

If that's how Batman wanted it, then there was only one thing left to say to father...

​

 

[J'adore]

"Damian..."

The boy, my son, is covered in blood.

"What happened here?!"

I grab Damian by his arm, a bit forceful than I intended.

"Damian was in a struggle with one of those yellow lanterns, sir...the intruder didn't survive."

"You took a life?"

My blood begins to boil. I can feel my anger rising at the thought of this child, my son, taking a life.

"Do you know what you just did?" I ask the boy, rage coursing through my voice. "You destroyed all that person ever was, or ever will be. What gives you the right to do that?!"

I let him go and turn to Alfred.

"Get him out of my sight. Make sure he gets cleaned up."



I take the ring from Tim, staring down at it. Effortlessly, I slip the ring into my utility belt pouch.

"Those yellow lanterns are still attacking Gotham."

That's all I say, that's all I have to say. I ruffle my cape and walk towards the batwing. I stop momentarily and look back at Damian.

"Once I'm done, we'll have words about this."

If that's how Batman wanted it, then there was only one thing left to say to father...

​

Stephanie watched the events take place before her. She watches as Batman takes his place towards the Batwing.

"But what about us? Are we coming?"

Stephanie then looks over at Rose and Tim talking, like a happy couple. Ceasing the opportunity she once again interrupts their moment of romance.

"Tim, are we still going to the Titans?"

 

[Saved]

As she calms, and breathes slowly, preparing to explain her new mission, the wings of flame disappear from her back leaving instead her traditional cape. She spoke in a whisper that she knew only Kon would be able to hear.

"Kon. Conner. It is me. Remember that time you slipped laxative into my slice of Ma's apple pie? Only I caught you and made YOU eat it? Would a doppleganger know that? I've been given a second chance Kon, like Kal before me. I have a mission, and thats to balance the forces of good and evil in this upcoming war. That is why I am back."

The second part of her statement was loud enough for the whole team to hear.

Kon smiles wide, realizing the truth about his once dead relative. "Kara, it's just...I'm sorry, it's just so good to see you. We've had a real time of it and I ... I had to be sure." As the two exchange a look of reunited hope and love, one of Kara's words suddenly resonates in Zach's head, urging him to speak.

"Alright, so ... not to ruin this touchy moment or anything, but - you said something about "evil" and "war". Last time I checked my handbook for being a teenage hero, those two words are never good - especially not together."

"Yes," Megan says, moving in close. "You said you've returned to bring balance in an upcoming war. What did you mean by that?"

 

[trustyside-kick]

OOC: I was given permission for the bunnying inmy post.​

Jason Todd- 'Rebirth'
-----------------------
"...You do? How did you--"

Before Jason can conclude his sentence, this...Boss Darkside extends his hand, touching Jason at his forehead. Instantly a flash of light passes before Jason's eyes, and everything goes white just before it goes blank for him, and his eyes close. As Boss Darkside remains, he removes his hand and Jason just stands there, leaving the purple clad man with a smile upon his face.

"For a short while, Jason...I did not believe it. I merely...tossed it aside as a dream. But that Metatron...he made me believe that the Lord of Dreams was indeed trying to tell me something. The thought, that a man could kill me, rather a God was preposterous. So, as a precaution, as I was prepping my War in Heaven I brought you back. You were given a mission Jason but it would seem that I overlooked something and the emotional ties which bind you to this wretched planet or perhaps Metatron's own doing--he has not been found anywhere it seems as of late--for being the mischievous joker he so often likes to be...you went astray and forgotten the plan set out for you."

Looking at the doorway, Boss Darkside checks for any nearby hospital staff who could perhaps come through the doors as any minute so long as the situation with the lunatic of a patient is done. Walking back to Jason, and sitting down, he comes face to face with him.

"But there is no need to simply send you back to your grave and waste the talent, strength, and attitude you already have. You're going to still help me Jason, and in the end you will do what you were supposed to do in the first place. All you need is a little...healing."

Placing one hand on the top of Jason's head, there is a glowing on Boss Darkside's eyes as he does something telepathically to the very fragile mind of Jason Todd, and whispers something into his ear.

Seconds later, the purple clad man is gone, and Jason awakes from his telepathic slumber.

"What...happened, I--"

Jason looks around at where he is at.

"I remember."

 

[Optikal]

"That's where we differ, big boy."

Sweat drips down my brow as I push my rhino against his dragon.

"I may be rough around the edges, sure. I may have a temper...but I never lose control. Even though I ain't a part of the Green Lantern Corps anymore, I still got control!"

I surge forward and my purple rhino shatters Atrocitus' dragon.

"I got willpower, Jack. Something a beast like you never had."

"AAARRRGGGHH!"

A violet horn smashed across the Red Lanterns ribs, sending him flying backwards, creating a bright arc of blood in the air. Bone jutted from a long gash across Atrocitus left ribs and pure crimson plasmic vemon dripped freely from it. Atrocitus clutched at the wound and snarled at the Star Sapphire. "Damn you Gardner. You WILL suffer! If it's the last thing I ever do, I will wipe you from the face of the universe!"

Across the scene, Amon Sur was battling with Green Lantern, Hal Jordan. Atrocitus decided that the son of Abin could take care of himself.

"We will meet again Gardner, your days are numbered. Mark my words!"

As Atrocitus cursed and spat, Red Lanterns streamed onto the scene, covering their wounded leaders escape.

 

[Catman_prb]

"I swear to god, I'm going to kill that little-" Rose growled, balling up her fists. Tim held her wrists, smiling in a genial way.

"Just grin and bear it," he said quietly.

Stephanie watched the events take place before her. She watches as Batman takes his place towards the Batwing.

"But what about us? Are we coming?"

Stephanie then looks over at Rose and Tim talking, like a happy couple. Ceasing the opportunity she once again interrupts their moment of romance.

"Tim, are we still going to the Titans?"

"Maybe another time," he said pulling his mask back down "Right now we need to join Batman on riot control,"

He kissed his girlfriend on the forehead.

"Stay safe," he said quietly.

He turned to Steph, nodding slightly.

"Let's get going," he said.

 

[J'adore]

"Maybe another time," he said pulling his mask back down "Right now we need to join Batman on riot control,"

He kissed his girlfriend on the forehead.

"Stay safe," he said quietly.

He turned to Steph, nodding slightly.

"Let's get going," he said.

Stephanie nodded efficiently, she looked over at Rose and smirked beneath her mask.

"Well, Rose. You can...be on patrol," Stephanie waved and curled her fingers into her palm, turning away from the pregnant teen, she faced Tim.

"I can just smell the excitement," Stephanie started making her way towards the Batwing.

"This is so cool! I can finally hitch a ride in this baby!"