The "World of Heroes" DC RPG Season VIII

[Byrd Man]

"Justone." I said as I started to veer off.

"SplitupHecan'tcatchusboth!" I said as I made a U-turn and whizzed past the Apokoliptian hunter.

Devilance swings wildly at Wally and I. In his rush to get us, a building topples over.

"Wehavetogethimouttathecity!"

I pass through the giant's legs, slowing down enough for him to catch sight of me.

"You will be mine, Flash!"

The New God takes off after us. Wally catches up with me as we streak through the city.

"Wegethimouttathecitythenwetakeittohim!"

 

[Blacklight]

Devilance swings wildly at Wally and I. In his rush to get us, a building topples over.

"Wehavetogethimouttathecity!"

I pass through the giant's legs, slowing down enough for him to catch sight of me.

"You will be mine, Flash!"

The New God takes off after us. Wally catches up with me as we streak through the city.

"Wegethimouttathecitythenwetakeittohim!"

"Right..." I said as I slowed down to a stop, turning to Devilance.

"Greatest hunter, you say? Dude... You don't even hold a candle to Steve Irwin!"

"Insolent fool! I will have your head skewered upon my lance!"

"Catch us if you can!" I said as I resumed my run, passing Uncle Barry.

"ThiswayLet'sgo!"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Right..." I said as I slowed down to a stop, turning to Devilance.

"Greatest hunter, you say? Dude... You don't even hold a candle to Steve Irwin!"

"Insolent fool! I will have your head skewered upon my lance!"

"Catch us if you can!" I said as I resumed my run, passing Uncle Barry.

"ThiswayLet'sgo!"

Wally and I lead the hunter out of Coast City. Once we're safely away from buildings or innocents, we both turn.

"NOW!"

Time seems to stop as we charge towards Devilance. We run up the side of the monster, forcing every bit of our inertia and speed into our fists.

It's one thing to get hit by Superman, but when a Flash hits you, its' like getting hit by fist going roughly twenty-five times faster than the speed of sound. Yeah, I'd cover my ears if I were you...

BOOOM!

Devilance drops like a ton of bricks as we hit him. Wally strikes on the left side of his face, I strike the right.

 

[wiegeabo]

Micheal sends out the word to the rest of the team, and we start meeting up outside the Flash Museum.

"And the ring just took him away?"

"That's what it looked like."

"I didn't know they could do that."

"The Guardians probably had something to do with it." Karen says, not too happy about Ted being taken away. A sentiment I can share.

"Maybe Alan can do something?" Court asks hopefully.

"I'm not exactly one of the Gaurdian's favorite Lanterns," Alan says as he lands. "I'm more of an...embarrassing reminder of something they'd rather forget."

"So, what do we do now?"

"The same thing we'd do if Ted was just on vacation-"

"My dad goes on vacation?"

"-we finish cleaning up here, and then help where ever else we can."

"I don't like the idea of the Guardians snatching Ted away like that."

"Neither do I, but what's the worst that can happen?"

***

"Listen up, rookies. We took a lot of losses recently taking on the poozers from the Red and Yellow Lantern Corps. You bunch of slackers were selected because you have the ability to be great Lanterns yourselves. And you're gonna have a helluva time filling in for some great people. I'm gonna make damn sure of that. My name's Kilowog, but you can call me sir."

"...just great."

 

[trustyside-kick]

What was another good one liner? How did this... Jason whatever die again? Oh yeah... "Maybe I should put this sword away and just use a crowbar. I understand you like that sort of thing."

Jason Todd- 'Rebirth'
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I smirk beneath my helmet. About a year ago or so, such a comment might have stirred something within. But that was well over a year ago, when my mind was unclear and lost. I was confused, trying to figure it all out and trying to figure out how I came back and why. But now I'm back, and with full clarity. There's only one thing for me to do.And I'm going to do it.

"Kid, the first time you threw banter at me it seemed to be legit and real. You said what you said because let's face it, I pissed you off by attacking you. But now..."

I slip my helmet off, holding it to my side, letting him see the sheer joy in my face as

I'm about to step things up a notch.

"Now, you're resorting to it trying to buy some time. Time you think you'd get to think of a decent enough strategy while I enter a fit of rage at your remarks. It's been done, kid. Anything you can think of, has been said to me. The jokes are way old. I suggest you toughen up, and rely on your actual skill in fighting if you want to come out of this alive. I don't go easy; you being a kid doesn't matter at all. Think that's cruel? As a child I was beat to an inch of my life with a crowbar, with just enough consciousness left to hear the ticking of a bomb. Life's tough, kid: wear a helmet."

With those last words, I chuck my red helmet at him, and Damian dodges it just in time. The kid's got good reflexes. After my distraction does its job, as I come in with a jump kick, he blocks the blow fairly well. He almost loses his balance, but he absorbs most of the kick pretty damn well for his size.

He comes at me, his sword cutting at my torso, slicing part of the top of my kevlar armor. I figure, why not. Make the kid think he has a fighting chance. Give him a few blows, some real good blows that look like if they were any closer or more accurate, he would've dealt some serious damage. Then, when his confidence is boosted, knock him back to realty with a punch.

Yea, I think this is going to go over very nicely.

 

[Watchman]

Wally and I lead the hunter out of Coast City. Once we're safely away from buildings or innocents, we both turn.

"NOW!"

Time seems to stop as we charge towards Devilance. We run up the side of the monster, forcing every bit of our inertia and speed into our fists.

It's one thing to get hit by Superman, but when a Flash hits you, its' like getting hit by fist going roughly twenty-five times faster than the speed of sound. Yeah, I'd cover my ears if I were you...

BOOOM!

Devilance drops like a ton of bricks as we hit him. Wally strikes on the left side of his face, I strike the right.

The Flashes strike create a massive boom. For a moment there was silence and then a faint clapping. Surrounding the giant were Justifiers and Anti-Life infected citizens. A man with a devil's grin and purple robe steps out of the crowd his mocking clap ceases. He holds in one hand a chain that is wrapped around an armored man.

"Very well done, Flashes. Mokkari was so certain that the hunter would be able to finish you off. Judging by your jolly demeanor I'm going to assume that you fail to understand how dire your situation is." Black chains from the sky wrap around the Flashes' arms. One throws Wally who lands and gets entangled in black light vines covered in thorns. Two beings floated in the air with black rings creating thorns.

"Yes, make him hurt. Let him suffer." Justifers holding blades approach Wally.

"Cut his legs." They say in unison.

"Beat him thrash him cut him."

The chain on Barry's arm pulled him toward Desaad. Black Hand appeared from the crowd reeling him in. Desaad knelt down still smiling as Barry got closer.

"Make him feel pain, William."

"Yes, sire." The chain turned into barb wires. The barbs extended deeper into Barry's arm.

"We've poison the universe, Flash. Reality is being bent and broken into my master's vision. We rob concept from you. First life and now we have death." He unchain his prisoner who flew into the air. Black Hand let out a laugh which sounded like a thousand voices

"Die Flash!" Black Hand shouted in his uncanny voice, "not even the Flashes can outrun Death!"

 

[Saved]

Kara watches, and realizes the constructs are coming from the ring. No ring, no constructs, same principle as a Green Lantern, really.

Kara flew at the wielder of the yellow ring at supersonic speeds. The yellow lantern attempted to throw up a shield in front of her, but it shattered against her Kryptonian strength. She grabbed his appendage adorned with the ring and tore it backwards as hard as she could. The arm broke off at the joint, and the lantern lost power gained from the ring. Starting to fall towards the Earth.

"Catch him, we need to find out what he knows."

I watch as Kara grabs the beast by the arm, ripping his appendage backward with a horrid 'crunch'. As the creature lets out a blood curdling scream, the yellow constructs suddenly fade into nothing - vanishing before our eyes. As the monster falls toward the ocean, I instinctively fly after him. Maneuvering tactfully, I swoop under him and grab him in my arms, catching him before he has the chance to plunge into the depths. A thick brown liquid oozes from his wound as a gurgling choke comes from his mouth.

"Wow..." Zach says, converging in the air with the others. "Little violent, don't you think?" He asks Kara, his guard up.
"His arm will regrow," M'gann says, telepathically reading the creatures thoughts. "In time."

"Good," I say, grabbing him by what I can only guess is his shoulders. "Now, tell us - Who are you? WHY are you here?" ​

"I tell you NOTHING!" He spits, sending a bubbling blue slime on my face.​

"Fine, I'll ask again -" I start, staring directly into his eyes. I activate my heat vision and my eyes glow red, turing into bright pits of blood red fire. "Then we'll find out how long it takes to regrow your HEAD." I'm bluffing, of course, but he doesn't know that.

"OKAY!" He stammers, choking on his own spit. "Sinestro...Sinestro..." I look away from the creature in shock, surprised by the name he sputters from his mouth.
"Sinestro?" I say, unsure I heard him right. "Isn't he, like... a cosmic enemy of the Lantern Corp?"

 

[Harlekin]

Jason Bard quietly walks up the steps towards his apartment door. Rubbing his neck and closing the door behind him, Bard hesitates as he feels something is amiss in his house.

"Bard," I say as I step out of the shadows. "What did Alfredo's sergeant have to offer?"
​

Jason Bard ignored the question, dropping his keys in a little bowl by the coat rack. He passed Batman and walked through to the kitchen. “You were still in the room, weren’t you?”
The private investigator turned to the Batman. “When I talked to Valestra?”
He opened up a cupboard and took out two mugs.
“On second thought, you’re not much for caffeine, are you?”
Bard put one mug back and stepped into his living room. “I figured you might come calling,” he said as he picked up a folder from a table and handed it to the dark clad vigilante. “Let me give you the cliff notes.”
While talking, the detective walked back to the kitchen. He had one of those coffeemakers that just needed a little bit of water and pads. With the push of a button, the machine whirred into action.
“Michaelangelo Alfredo grows up in your typical Metropolis American-Italian family. His dad rode a truck for the Teamsters. This guy grows up in the lap of the American La Cosa Nostra. But then Iraq rolls around, the first time, naturally. Alfredo enlists.”
He looked to Batman, who didn’t care to respond. Bard smiled. “Of course, you know this. Well, Alfredo gets along great in the army. The practice with the gun comes in handy for later. Of course, it’s also when he earned the name ‘Gassy Mike’.”
Bard took a sip of his just finished coffee. He winces as he burns his tongue.
“With the mob’s penchant for nicknames, you probably imagine he let one go during a job or a big meeting. But not this guy. You want to know how Mike became gassy?”
He paused for a little dramatic emphasis.
“He smuggles small-scale biological weapons out of the desert. Can you believe that? There was a cover-up, thanks to a certain sergeant that looks out for his troops. But Alfredo basically writes himself a ticket into the game. Makes his bones not a year later.”

 

[Bounce]

​

Life's tough, kid: wear a helmet."

With those last words, I chuck my red helmet at him, and Damian dodges it just in time. The kid's got good reflexes. After my distraction does its job, as I come in with a jump kick, he blocks the blow fairly well. He almost loses his balance, but he absorbs most of the kick pretty damn well for his size.

He comes at me, his sword cutting at my torso, slicing part of the top of my kevlar armor. I figure, why not. Make the kid think he has a fighting chance. Give him a few blows, some real good blows that look like if they were any closer or more accurate, he would've dealt some serious damage. Then, when his confidence is boosted, knock him back to realty with a punch.

Yea, I think this is going to go over very nicely.

This is bad.

Considering the ease with which Jason dodged both of the earlier kicks, the boy can only conclude that the man allowed the sword to strike his torso. The question was... was that faith or overconfidence in his armor? Or was it a maneuver to counter exactly what Damian had attempted, to lure the other into making a mistake. The idea that this Jason Todd was patronizing him was as infuriating as it was... disconcerting. Damian did well enough in his own right, having learned to best a number of League trained ninjas. But good wasn't good enough. Damian wasn't to the level of his father. And now he feared that he wasn't to the level of Jason Todd, either.

The trepidation that he felt only drove the adrenaline which fueled a renewed offensive. Damian could be beaten, but he would not be defeated. The boys falls silent as he focuses on the effort to push his attacker back. With speed and agility as his greatest assets, Damian knew that he needed distance. Grappling became a battle of strength, one that his preteen body was going to lose badly. The sword strike earlier had been intended to drive Jason back, thus allowing room for the acrobatics that Damian relied on in order to set-up his attacks. By stepping into the attack, Jason had rendered the point of the move moot. One thing was clear from the start: Jason Todd was the one in control of this fight.

If there was ever a time that father was going to play the caped crusader and save the day... now would have been a convenient time for him to show up. Hell, Damian would have even settled for Bimbo Brown or, grudgingly, Timothy Drake.

Okay, so maybe Damian wasn't that desperate yet. Between death or Drake... it would have to be a toss of the coin to decide which was worse.

The more desperate the situation looked, the harder that Damian pushed himself. He was landing blows, but he was no fool. Each victory glanced just off target. Each punch landed was suspect, as though Jason were luring the boy into a sense of security and Damian knew he had no choice but to play right into that ploy. At least until he had an alternative, but fighting on the open street this late at night there was no place to run... and no traffic to use as either obstacles or for escape. No choice but to stand his ground and fight until he can't fight on anymore. Which, already Damian could feel his arms and legs start to grow numb with fatigue. He was beginning to slow down. Beginning to lose his edge.

This was very bad.

When Jason finally attacked, it was delivered in the form of a punch that came straight at the child's face. He couldn't block it and he couldn't dodge it either. But he wasn't about to take it at its zenith either, so instead Damian actually smiled. What was the expression, grin and bear it? Smirking with the same arrogance that he'd begun the fight with, the boy thrust forward so that he intercepted the punch... in effect headbutting Jason's fist. It probably looked stupid, but by connecting with Jason's arm before it was fully extended, the hit that Damian took was substantially less powerful than it would have been at its apex. Which didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell.

In truth, it didn't hurt. At least, not right away. There was a blistful minute... or possibly minutes... where Damian blacked out. Even when he came to, finding himself on the ground at Jason's feet, there were several seconds before pain like his face having been cleaved in two arrived with all the subtlety of a mack truck. Did he have a concussion? Probably.

If that punch had hit him at full force, it probably would have cracked his skull. Ironic, coming from Jason Todd. Damian refused to give the *****e the pleasure of seeing him clutch his head in pain, instead he very calmly attempted to get back to his feet. His entire body was shaking, legs visibly trembling as the child stumbled. "Is... Is that... all... all you've go--" Damian began, before collapsing to his knees and vomiting.

Correction. Did he have a concussion? Definitely.

Coughing up bile and struggling to catch his breath, the child peered through a blur of stars and saw his katana several feet away, well beyond reach. He tried to push himself back up from the ground and found the dizziness ready to swallow him up in a second black out. He could barely crawl.

So this was it. This was how the real son of Batman was going to die... at the hands of one of father's brain damaged wards. ****ing beautiful irony. Gritting his teeth, Damian craned his head back to look Jason in the eyes and give the last great act of defiance.

He raised his right hand, fist upturned, and extended his middle finger.

 

[Byrd Man]

The Flashes strike create a massive boom. For a moment there was silence and then a faint clapping. Surrounding the giant were Justifiers and Anti-Life infected citizens. A man with a devil's grin and purple robe steps out of the crowd his mocking clap ceases. He holds in one hand a chain that is wrapped around an armored man.

"Very well done, Flashes. Mokkari was so certain that the hunter would be able to finish you off. Judging by your jolly demeanor I'm going to assume that you fail to understand how dire your situation is." Black chains from the sky wrap around the Flashes' arms. One throws Wally who lands and gets entangled in black light vines covered in thorns. Two beings floated in the air with black rings creating thorns.

"Yes, make him hurt. Let him suffer." Justifers holding blades approach Wally.

"Cut his legs." They say in unison.

"Beat him thrash him cut him."

The chain on Barry's arm pulled him toward Desaad. Black Hand appeared from the crowd reeling him in. Desaad knelt down still smiling as Barry got closer.

"Make him feel pain, William."

"Yes, sire." The chain turned into barb wires. The barbs extended deeper into Barry's arm.

"We've poison the universe, Flash. Reality is being bent and broken into my master's vision. We rob concept from you. First life and now we have death." He unchain his prisoner who flew into the air. Black Hand let out a laugh which sounded like a thousand voices

"Die Flash!" Black Hand shouted in his uncanny voice, "not even the Flashes can outrun Death!"

I fall to the ground and roll to a stop. My arm burns and stings with pain.

Get up, Allen. GET. UP!

In the blink of an eye, I'm up and running as fast as I can. I blow past the Justifiers and Black....Lanterns? and free Wally. I turn towards Black Hand and his master.

"I'm ending this now!"

 

[Byrd Man]

Jason Bard ignored the question, dropping his keys in a little bowl by the coat rack. He passed Batman and walked through to the kitchen. “You were still in the room, weren’t you?”
The private investigator turned to the Batman. “When I talked to Valestra?”
He opened up a cupboard and took out two mugs.
“On second thought, you’re not much for caffeine, are you?”
Bard put one mug back and stepped into his living room. “I figured you might come calling,” he said as he picked up a folder from a table and handed it to the dark clad vigilante. “Let me give you the cliff notes.”
While talking, the detective walked back to the kitchen. He had one of those coffeemakers that just needed a little bit of water and pads. With the push of a button, the machine whirred into action.
“Michaelangelo Alfredo grows up in your typical Metropolis American-Italian family. His dad rode a truck for the Teamsters. This guy grows up in the lap of the American La Cosa Nostra. But then Iraq rolls around, the first time, naturally. Alfredo enlists.”
He looked to Batman, who didn’t care to respond. Bard smiled. “Of course, you know this. Well, Alfredo gets along great in the army. The practice with the gun comes in handy for later. Of course, it’s also when he earned the name ‘Gassy Mike’.”
Bard took a sip of his just finished coffee. He winces as he burns his tongue.
“With the mob’s penchant for nicknames, you probably imagine he let one go during a job or a big meeting. But not this guy. You want to know how Mike became gassy?”
He paused for a little dramatic emphasis.
“He smuggles small-scale biological weapons out of the desert. Can you believe that? There was a cover-up, thanks to a certain sergeant that looks out for his troops. But Alfredo basically writes himself a ticket into the game. Makes his bones not a year later.”

"And he served as Valestra's right hand man, almost like a son to the older mob boss."

I step forward into the light, a manila folder in my hands.

"I....talked to a few of the criminals on the street." Bard chuckles slightly, knowing what my metaphor means. "Alfredo took scalps for Valestra last year during his move to Gotham. He never killed anyone, although he came close once."

I lay the folder on Bard's coffee table.

"That was the GCPD's case file on an assault they believed Alfredo was responsible for. The knife wounds match Alfredo's perfectly. The man was transferred to Gotham General's ICU, but disappeared once he was in stable condition. With his disappearance and a witness recanting his testimony, Alfredo was never charged. Identification on the man was impossible due to the injuries on his face. I believe this is Michaelangelo Alfredo's killer."

 

[Harlekin]

“The old revenge bit, huh?” Bard took a look through the folder. The photos were gruesome and even an experienced private investigator like Jason Bard couldn’t help but wince. He looked to Batman.
“What makes you think he survived? These wounds are pretty serious.”
But then the PI sighed.
“He’s our best bet, isn’t he? And I bet there’s no leads.”
Bard put his coat back on, shaking his head.
“Didn’t even get a chance to eat some dinner,” he said, but his lips had curled into a small smile. “Let’s crack some heads then.”
He opened his apartment door.
“After you.”

 

[Watchman]

I fall to the ground and roll to a stop. My arm burns and stings with pain.

Get up, Allen. GET. UP!

In the blink of an eye, I'm up and running as fast as I can. I blow past the Justifiers and Black....Lanterns? and free Wally. I turn towards Black Hand and his master.

"I'm ending this now!"

"You can't stop us. We have already won!" The crowd of Justifiers behind them charge toward the Flash. The Black Lanterns all create constructs of Darkseid which fire eye beams at the Flash. Two giant skeleton arms created by Black Hand reach toward the Flash.

"All is Darkseid and now you will join the Equation."

 

[Blacklight]

"You can't stop us. We have already won!" The crowd of Justifiers behind them charge toward the Flash. The Black Lanterns all create constructs of Darkseid which fire eye beams at the Flash. Two giant skeleton arms created by Black Hand reach toward the Flash.

"All is Darkseid and now you will join the Equation."

Finally coming to, I see my uncle being attacked by the hellish looking horde of Darkseid's minions. I quickly zipped over there, blocking their path.

"Not if I can help it!"

I then started spinning in a circle as fast as my body could go, lightning crackling allover my suit as the vaccuum my body was created sucked everything in it before violently blowing them away.

 

[Byrd Man]

“The old revenge bit, huh?” Bard took a look through the folder. The photos were gruesome and even an experienced private investigator like Jason Bard couldn’t help but wince. He looked to Batman.
“What makes you think he survived? These wounds are pretty serious.”
But then the PI sighed.
“He’s our best bet, isn’t he? And I bet there’s no leads.”
Bard put his coat back on, shaking his head.
“Didn’t even get a chance to eat some dinner,” he said, but his lips had curled into a small smile. “Let’s crack some heads then.”
He opened his apartment door.
“After you.”

I drive in silence as Bard sits in the passenger seat of the Batmobile. The Gotham streets whiz by outside the window. After a few minutes drive, I pull the car to the side of the road of the East End neighborhood. The canopy opens and I get out.

"The man inside this apartment building should know who our killer is. Ricky Chen was muscled out of his number running business by Alfredo last year. Word on the street is he was in business with the man Alfredo cut up."

 

[Watchman]

Finally coming to, I see my uncle being attacked by the hellish looking horde of Darkseid's minions. I quickly zipped over there, blocking their path.

"Not if I can help it!"

I then started spinning in a circle as fast as my body could go, lightning crackling allover my suit as the vaccuum my body was created sucked everything in it before violently blowing them away.

Black Hand, Desaad, and all their minions fly through the air. They land scattered around the two Flashes. The short silence is broken by a boom. A portal has opened up. Out steps Godfrey behind him a troop of Jusitifers.

"William,would you kindly" From the rubble Black Hand fires off a construct that surrounds the Flashes. Grim Reapers all raising their scythes. One of the hoods fall off revealing the face of Darkseid.

"Now," Godfrey takes out a megaphone, "Do you think punching and lashing out like this is going to get you anywhere. What my colleague has failed to articulate is how desperate your situation actually is. The Equation has spread through out the world, universe, and beyond. You, Flashes, are more in tune with time and space than the others with your special connection. Can't you feel in the air time and space is falling apart and a universal war is not going to help the cosmos. Feel it? Another Earth vanishes just like that. Ah, I'm done monologuing. Give my best to your wives, Wally West and Barry Allen." Godfrey lets out a laugh and leaves through the portal which closes up. The reapers let the scythes fall.

 

[Byrd Man]

Black Hand, Desaad, and all their minions fly through the air. They land scattered around the two Flashes. The short silence is broken by a boom. A portal has opened up. Out steps Godfrey behind him a troop of Jusitifers.

"William,would you kindly" From the rubble Black Hand fires off a construct that surrounds the Flashes. Grim Reapers all raising their scythes. One of the hoods fall off revealing the face of Darkseid.

"Now," Godfrey takes out a megaphone, "Do you think punching and lashing out like this is going to get you anywhere. What my colleague has failed to articulate is how desperate your situation actually is. The Equation has spread through out the world, universe, and beyond. You, Flashes, are more in tune with time and space than the others with your special connection. Can't you feel in the air time and space is falling apart and a universal war is not going to help the cosmos. Feel it? Another Earth vanishes just like that. Ah, I'm done monologuing. Give my best to your wives, Wally West and Barry Allen." Godfrey lets out a laugh and leaves through the portal which closes up. The reapers let the scythes fall.

Wally and I are just blurs of motion as we dodge the Reaper's attacks. Vibrating my body, I break through Hand's constructs and deck all the Reapers at super-speed.

I change directions and rush towards Hand at unimaginable speeds.

 

[trustyside-kick]

Coughing up bile and struggling to catch his breath, the child peered through a blur of stars and saw his katana several feet away, well beyond reach. He tried to push himself back up from the ground and found the dizziness ready to swallow him up in a second black out. He could barely crawl.

So this was it. This was how the real son of Batman was going to die... at the hands of one of father's brain damaged wards. ****ing beautiful irony. Gritting his teeth, Damian craned his head back to look Jason in the eyes and give the last great act of defiance.

He raised his right hand, fist upturned, and extended his middle finger.

Jason Todd- 'Rebirth'
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Even when he knows he is beaten, the kid continues to insult his opponent. He's got spunk. Doesn't cower to the face of defeat. He thinks his end is coming, and he smiles at it.

Reminds me of myself.

"Cute, kid."

I bend down, and slug him across the face. Kid goes out cold. I walk over to my helmet, picking it up and slipping it back on. Time to go to work on the kid. Walking back to his motionless body, I pick him up and throw him over my shoulder.

We escape into the dark alley ways of Gotham City. Nothing quite compares to it. I just snatched a kid out of the night sky and there's not a cop in sight to arrest me.

Gotham City.

Nothing quite compares.

 

[J'adore]

Celebrations! Time to get some new jewelery. I mean, I don't want to look cheap on my first day of work.

Selina Kyle through her purse down on her make-up bag, falling back onto her king-sized bed. Kicking her stilettos off, Selina sat up. In her direct view, was a slim cupboard. Absent mindlessly, Selina stood up and began walking over the cupboard. Opening the cupboard doors, her eyes widened. It was her Catwoman costume. It was almost as if it was glowing, calling her name.

"NO!" Selina slammed the doors shut, spinning around viciously. She then spotted her chest of drawers, in the corner of her eye.

She made her way towards the drawers elegantly, stepping over her precious cats. Along the way, she picked up one of the cats, cradling them in her arms. It was Ebony, the darkest cat out of every cat Selina owned. Stroking Ebony, Selina gently smiled and placed the purring cat down on top of the chest of drawers. Petty theft, but no Catwoman,

Selina lifted thick black tights out from the draws, throwing them back onto her bed. She then scanned the room, searching for her favorite black ankle-high boots. Perfect-

15 Minutes Later
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"Gotham city, home of Batman," Tatsu Yamashiro AKA Katana, looked over the night skies of Gotham City. She was now safe from Shiva, but only for a short period of time.

She looked over to her right arm, a scar stretching across the upper-section of her arm had stopped bleeding, now wrapped in a cloth. Katana held her sword, looking at her reflection. She pursued her lips the stood up, tightening her hair into a bun. Muttering to herself, Katana spoke softly "Where are you Bruce?"

Her peaceful vision of the night skies was soon interrupted, as she could spot a female figure two buildings away, standing over a glass roof of the Jewelery store. The female figure clutched a bag and had on a tight, long sleeved, black, polar neck jumper, accompanied by thick black tights and black ankle boots. She had a 'cat' mask over her eyes.

"A robbery?"

Katana leaped over across to the next building, the female figure becoming more closer. Taking one last, giant leap, Katana raised her sword into the air, crashing down on the female, sending them both through the glass roof. The two were falling to the ground, Katana quickly ripping off the cat mask.

"Who the heck are you!?" Selina Kyle exclaimed, kicking Katana off her and flipping backwards gracefully in the air, causing her to land perfectly still on her feet. Katana quickly copied Selina, but instead landed in an attack position.

"Oh, right, that crazy Japo, the one Bruce liked,"

Selina sighed, she looked up as the alarm started buzzing loudly. "Not funny, kitty kat. I didn't know it was you,"

Shooting a grapple up into the broken roof, Selina waited until she felt the rope tighten. "Look, this is all one big misunderstanding. I'm not Catwoman any more, I just wanted a nice pretty necklace. Okay?"

Selina felt she had to defend herself, but it just went straight through Katana. Selina jumped into the air, her grapple pulling her up. Katana growled and swung onto Selina's ankle, holding on to her boot.

"Hey! Get off!" Selina kicked Katana off when they landed in the alleyway next to the building. Katana toppled to the floor, her samurai sword dropped. Slowly picking it up, Selina raised it into the aim of Katana.

"Where is he? Where's Batman?"
​

 

[Catman_prb]

"Hah, really? Nothing about Rose, then?" She teased.

She lifted her hood up, letting the shade cover her pupils from the sudden bright light of the sun. "Oh and that reminds me,"

Stephanie smiled, still eager to meet her life long idols. "You promised me a trip to the Teen Titans,"

"Ah," Tim said "I suppose I did,"

The thought of returning to the Titans, even briefly, filled him with apprehension. To say that he'd abandoned the group and lumbered Connor with the leadership, was to be kind about it. Plus he hadn't mentioned the new getup to anyone yet. It would be...awkward, to say the least. He'd just wait a bit for things to settle down...But there was still the problem of Steph.

"Maybe another time though. I've really got to get back, and I think Batman's got a case that he's looking into. I should really help him out, now that he's got Damien to look after," he said sheepishly.

 

[trustyside-kick]

OOC: Previously...

Poseidonis, Atlantis
Outside the Great Dome
An Underwater Grotto
2 Weeks later

A couple of weeks have passed since I found Mera inside the city. Since then, it took me a lot of of convincing to Mera about who I say I am; how I'm an Atlantean who used to know her in another alternate reality. A reality morphed to the likings of Hagen and Triton. I was...shattered when I found out that Vulko was executed years ago when he tried to lead a revolt with some of the people. He was filleted like a fish outside the dome, and Triton let the sharks have at him while he was alive.

I haven't told her everything about her past though. I told her how she was Queen...but I never mentioned a King. I was afraid of what the shock of realizing she cannot remember the man she has been in love with for yours would do to her mentally. I figured...I will either not tell her until I find Orin or...won't tell her until everything is back to normal.

But she's made one thing clear to me: we need bigger guns. I was so focused on getting her to believe me, and trying to learn about this New Atlantis these villains have crafted I've yet to turn to anyone I know on the surface.

I told Mera to give me a week to get help, and then Hagen and Triton's reign will end with our assault.

"Here's hoping all goes according to plan."

I ascend through the waters, with my target in mind. Hagen alone wields uncanny powers which my own magic cannot compete alone. I'm gonna have to fight magic with magic.

I'm going to seek out help at the Oblivion Bar.

 

[Watchman]

Wally and I are just blurs of motion as we dodge the Reaper's attacks. Vibrating my body, I break through Hand's constructs and deck all the Reapers at super-speed.

I change directions and rush towards Hand at unimaginable speeds.

Time slows down to a crawl. Justifiers cease their attacks and freeze. Black Hand the rest of the Black Hand and suspend where they stand. While Desaad's face is contorted into a disgusting grin. The Flashes are frozen in midrun. The world around them turns gray before dissipating. The duo find themselves hovering in a wondrous landscape. Small planets, moons, and stars surround them in the open space. Out of this world technology floats around them Something appeared before their eyes. Something from beyond.

"Wally West, Barry Allen. Listen closely, time is of the essence. My time on this plane is short and surely they are aware of your presence. Your world is coming to an end and reality faces a new crisis."

"I am Metron." The world changes around them. It is the Anti-Monitor and his machine falling to pieces. The second Flash dying.

"Barry Allen, do you remember the day you died?"

 

[J'adore]

"Ah," Tim said "I suppose I did,"

The thought of returning to the Titans, even briefly, filled him with apprehension. To say that he'd abandoned the group and lumbered Connor with the leadership, was to be kind about it. Plus he hadn't mentioned the new getup to anyone yet. It would be...awkward, to say the least. He'd just wait a bit for things to settle down...But there was still the problem of Steph.

"Maybe another time though. I've really got to get back, and I think Batman's got a case that he's looking into. I should really help him out, now that he's got Damien to look after," he said sheepishly.

Steph's small flicker of disappointment was soon gone, when Tim spoke about Batman.

Stephanie, or even Spoiler's, idol. Well, pretty much every young teen's idol. And now she was finally close to him...in some ways. "Oh, really? Does that mean I can come too?"

 

[Catman_prb]

Steph's small flicker of disappointment was soon gone, when Tim spoke about Batman.

Stephanie, or even Spoiler's, idol. Well, pretty much every young teen's idol. And now she was finally close to him...in some ways. "Oh, really? Does that mean I can come too?"

"Uhm yeah, sure," Tim said, silently cursing himself.

He was almost certainly sure that Batman would not be impressed with being lumbered with a new sidekick. He would have to tred carefully.

"But let's get back for now. We'll sort out what happens next at a later date," Tim said, backing away slightly.

 

[Byrd Man]

Time slows down to a crawl. Justifiers cease their attacks and freeze. Black Hand the rest of the Black Hand and suspend where they stand. While Desaad's face is contorted into a disgusting grin. The Flashes are frozen in midrun. The world around them turns gray before dissipating. The duo find themselves hovering in a wondrous landscape. Small planets, moons, and stars surround them in the open space. Out of this world technology floats around them Something appeared before their eyes. Something from beyond.

"Wally West, Barry Allen. Listen closely, time is of the essence. My time on this plane is short and surely they are aware of your presence. Your world is coming to an end and reality faces a new crisis."

"I am Metron." The world changes around them. It is the Anti-Monitor and his machine falling to pieces. The second Flash dying.

"Barry Allen, do you remember the day you died?"

"My muscles tightened," I say in a far away voice as I relive the scene. "Every nerve in my body burned as I pushed myself faster than even I had been. I had to keep going, I had to go faster and faster. Suddenly,a crackle of energy ran down my spin and just like that, my flesh, muscles, and bones all became pure energy. I remember that day very well."