The 'World of Heroes: DC Style" RPG Season II

[twylight]

OOC: I have a request now...

Since Spike, as well as Keyser, Joker!, HMD and lupus27 have posted their last posts, or nearly last posts of the season. Please keep the OOC posts confined to the OOC Thread and may this be the last one

Thank you

 

[SuperFerret]

I am a little startled as Clark's anxious face comes into focus...he is sitting in front of me, holding my hands in his stronge large ones. He is talking..saying things that my reeling mind has perhaps refused to comprehend.

"...we're all hurting over Dinah's passing..."

The part which does penetrate my head is reverberating all over my mind...

"but you need to get home and get some rest, ok?"

Home...

My home was destroyed...

But I feel clark's gaze piercing me and I nod my head a little in agreement.What ever that meant.

I fly over the countryside with Barbara in my arms, and her wheelchair tied to my back. "Where do you want me to drop you off? I assume your apartment was destroyed along with the rest of the Clocktower. Bruce's? Or maybe your father's house?"

 

[batnkevlar]

*I sat in his apartment. I hadn't touched my booze in a couple of days. I actually shaved this morning. It was an actual morning, and for once I had a proper breakfast, at Denny's to be exact. My life had gone around in circles, and I felt I had come back to the Hal Jordan I once was. The happy one. The one with no worries. Though I had, maybe, atthe most, TWO.

I walked out the front gate and was greeted by the familiar scene of a mugging. Ripper's Cru, to be exact. I smiled. I was in my suit, ready to go for a job interview, and I had my ring in my pocket. I slipped the ring on and felt the warmth, not addictive like it was before, but the recognition of my soul's counterpart. Haha, no wonder I would never get married. i was married to my ring.

The first mugger went down as i hit him with my fist. No power, no rage, just a fist. I kicked the second mugger and knocked him out instantly. The other mugger came at me with a gun. The I used the ring.

An emerald arm grabbed the gun and wrenched it from his grasp. With a punch to the nose, his nose began to bleed. I formed three guillotines with my ring and put the three mugger's heads through the slot.*

"Tell me where to find Ripper! It's time I ended this!"

"We won't tell you. You think we're stupid?"

"Naw, stupid is talking back to me and pissing me off while you have your heads stuck in my guillotine. Right?"

*The looked up and seeing the blade, fear filled their eyes.*

"Ok, he's at the Harbor!"

"WHICH HARBOR?"

"Coast City Harbor!"

"Why Coast City? That's miles away!"

"You expected him to be standing here while do these things. You're stupid!"

*The guillotine blade dropped and, tuching their necks, disappeared from existence. Two guys fainted from shock. The other one, scared, threw up on my shoes. I through that one into a dumpster.

Looks like it's back to Coast City for me.*

*It took me ten minutes to get to Coast City by flying. I took my time. No need to rush. I saw the harbor...*

"Ring, search for Ripper, or anyone with the combination of names thereof..."

~Searching, none by that name or any combinations thereof.~

"Dammit. Then he was either lying or... wait, ring, search any biosigs of any old enemies: Floronic Man, Tatooed Man, Any Man you can think of, Sinestro- I shudder to think, The Shark- cuz it is the bay,..."

~Hector Hammond.~

"Yeah, search for him too. Then there's any Antimatter guys..."

~No, you misunderstood. That's the answer. I found...~

"Aw, dammit..."

*My ring slips off my finger with a tug and I plummet towards the ground. Something slows my desecent, then slams me into the ground.*

<Hello, Hal.>​

 

[Keyser Soze]

The speedboat came to a stop on the shore of Liberty Island, the small patch of land off the coast of Gotham City. The Joker led Harley Quinn off the boat, and led her towards the ominous structure in the centre of the island. It was built like a prison (that's what it used to be), but had an extravagant, colourful design. A winding roller-coaster encircled the building, sometimes loping in and out of the building itself. A large replica of The Joker's grinning face loomed over the front of entrance.

"Welcome to The House Of Fun!" declared The Joker.

The Joker took Harley Quinn inside. The dark corridors were lit up with red neon lighting, illuminating the gaudy designs on the walls. On the surface, the place was cheerful, but there was a clear sense of impending doom that seemed to rise from the floors.

"Just to tell you, Harley," chuckled The Joker, "You're standing on a trap-door."

Harley Quinn's face twisted into an expression of shock. The Joker started laughing.

"Oh, don't worry," he explained, "The system isn't up and running just yet. I'll activate it when we get downstairs."

"Downstairs?" asked Harley.

The Joker took them out of The House Of Fun, and round behind the building. They walked up to a withered tree, which seemed out of place in this lifeless island. The Joker pulled a branch, and suddenly the ground seemed to open up, revealing a hidden stairway.

The villainous duo walked down the metal stairway, finding themselves in a high-tech control centre.

"The House Of Fun is a work of genius, snookums," said The Joker, "But it's what can be found down here that is really impressive."

In the control centre, he switched on a collection of monitors. They should CCTV footage of various places in Gotham City. They were linked into Gotham's surveillance system, which would help them stay one step ahead of their enemies. The Joker flicked another switch.

"Now my House Of Fun is online," announced The Joker gleefully, "But come, let me show you what else is down here."

The Joker took Harley out of the control centre, and they found themselves faced with two long corridors.

"The one on the left leads to luxury living quarters," continued The Joker, "But there will be plenty of time to enjoy them later. There's something else I want to show you."

The Joker and Harley Quinn walked down the corridor to the right. It eventually led them to a state-of-the-art laboratory.

"This is the dark heart of our new lair," boasted The Joker, "The place where I can put my dark genius to use. And right now, I have in my possession the most dangerous weapon in the world. Say hello to Auntie Matter! HA HA!"

The Joker showed Harley Quinn the container that held the antimatter he had stolen. Inside the container was a single gram of antimatter - seemingly miniscule, but more powerful than an atomic bomb.

"Harley, what you see before you will make me the most powerful man in the world. More powerful than Batman, Superman, the "Dork Alliance". All there so-called power is worthless, because they are all ultimately made of matter. And so, what lies in this little cylinder could vaporise them all in a second. Nothing can stand in its way!"

The Joker took Harley Quinn's hand in his own, kissing it. Then, he gently placed her hand on top of the cylinder.

"You feel that? That is power, coursing through your veins. I have more power at my fingertips than anyone else in the world. And the world will soon know once and for all just how powerful I am! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

 

[Phantasm]

I fly over the countryside with Barbara in my arms, and her wheelchair tied to my back. "Where do you want me to drop you off? I assume your apartment was destroyed along with the rest of the Clocktower. Bruce's? Or maybe your father's house?"

I don't care in all honesty. The whole point of wanting to leave was to get out of The Question's goddamn company...It was suffocating back there...but now, flying through the sky with the Man of Steel holding me carefully...I am hit with this strange sense of solitude. There is nothing above me but the azure of the sky and nothing below me except a patchwork of grasslands and farms...Up ahead the horizon stretches on...and on...as if infinitately...And everything looks, feels, so far away, untouchable...insignificant...

Resting my head on Clarks shoulder, I look on. Taking in the marvelous sight through which we are flying...It seems almost impossible for for me to be connected to anything down there. And I realize stubbornly that I don't want to get down ever again. I've been a part of the world down there for so long...so deeply entangled in its intricacies that I realize I was in a way stuck...It feels great to be disconnected...not caring about anyone...not fearing for anyone...not grieving for anyone...

I hold on firmly to the side of Clarks neck at the thought and he looks at me questionably. Even in this state of numbness I feel a flicker of guilt...He wants to do what's best for me in the best way he knows how...only by answering him can I let him help me...

Dick...I wanted to see him so bad... its as if my heart ached at the thought of him.It is a strange feeling, this strong wave of emotions after spending the last couple of hours in a benumbed state of mind... But no, not now...I'll probably be a hindrance for him tonight as he's probably busy with JL...

"Dad's place will be fine." I state finally.

 

[SuperFerret]

I don't care in all honesty. The whole point of wanting to leave was to get out of The Question's goddamn company...It was suffocating back there...but now, flying through the sky with the Man of Steel holding me carefully...I am hit with this strange sense of solitude. There is nothing above me but the azure of the sky and nothing below me except a patchwork of grasslands and farms...Up ahead the horizon stretches on...and on...as if infinitately...And everything looks, feels, so far away, untouchable...insignificant...

Resting my head on Clarks shoulder, I look on. Taking in the marvelous sight through which we are flying...It seems almost impossible for for me to be connected to anything down there. And I realize stubbornly that I don't want to get down ever again. I've been a part of the world down there for so long...so deeply entangled in its intricacies that I realize I was in a way stuck...It feels great to be disconnected...not caring about anyone...not fearing for anyone...not grieving for anyone...

I hold on firmly to the side of Clarks neck at the thought and he looks at me questionably. Even in this state of numbness I feel a flicker of guilt...He wants to do what's best for me in the best way he knows how...only by answering him can I let him help me...

Dick...I wanted to see him so bad... its as if my heart ached at the thought of him.It is a strange feeling, this strong wave of emotions after spending the last couple of hours in a benumbed state of mind... But no, not now...I'll probably be a hindrance for him tonight as he's probably busy with JL...

"Dad's place will be fine." I state finally.

OOC: First off, sorry for being a bit late with this response. Second, excellent post.

"Okay." I say quietly. Barbara seems to have alot on her mind right now, and I can't blame her. I turn and head in the direction of Gotham City, it's skyscrapers loomed on the horizon with an almost sinister beauty. A thought occurs to me.

"Barbara," I say, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I assume your father doesn't know of your role as Oracle. How would you like to explain that you're being delivered to his door by Superman?"

 

[Phantasm]

OOC:Thanks!
IC:

That thought hadn't occured to me.I realize wearily that I've kept a very crucial part of my life from dad...It isn't fair to him....and yet another thought knaws at the edges of my being tonight.

"He doesn't have to see you." I sigh wearily and Clarlk nods silently, before speeding up his pace and the wind strikes my cheeks fiercely. I lower my face into his chest to keep the strong gusts of wind out of my face but he moves forward without even flinching as the air strikes his advancing form.

It must be very late. The neighbourhood is silent and there is no light shining from any of the windows. Cars are parked alongside the empty street, illuminated randomly from the streetlights that haven't been destroyed or vandalized by the gangsters.

Clark lands on the rooftop of dad's apartment building and walks over to the door which opens to reveal narrow, metal staircase. After floating down to the third floor landing, in order to not make any necessary disturbance, we open up the door to the long corridor lined on both sides with almost identical wooden doors.

"Its this one." I whisper, pointing at the door behind which I have spend almost all of my able bodied life. Clarks lifts me off his arms carefully and I set my feet on the floor.Holding on to his massive arm which is wrapped supportively around my waist, I steady myself so that I stand straight beside him. Despite the situation and everything that has happened, I can't help but not, for once, feel so small beside him.

He sets down the chair and I settle myself on it.

 

[SuperFerret]

OOC:Thanks!
IC:

That thought hadn't occured to me.I realize wearily that I've kept a very crucial part of my life from dad...It isn't fair to him....and yet another thought knaws at the edges of my being tonight.

"He doesn't have to see you." I sigh wearily and Clarlk nods silently, before speeding up his pace and the wind strikes my cheeks fiercely. I lower my face into his chest to keep the strong gusts of wind out of my face but he moves forward without even flinching as the air strikes his advancing form.

It must be very late. The neighbourhood is silent and there is no light shining from any of the windows. Cars are parked alongside the empty street, illuminated randomly from the streetlights that haven't been destroyed or vandalized by the gangsters.

Clark lands on the rooftop of dad's apartment building and walks over to the door which opens to reveal narrow, metal staircase. After floating down to the third floor landing, in order to not make any necessary disturbance, we open up the door to the long corridor lined on both sides with almost identical wooden doors.

"Its this one." I whisper, pointing at the door behind which I have spend almost all of my able bodied life. Clarks lifts me off his arms carefully and I set my feet on the floor.Holding on to his massive arm which is wrapped supportively around my waist, I steady myself so that I stand straight beside him. Despite the situation and everything that has happened, I can't help but not, for once, feel so small beside him.

He sets down the chair and I settle myself on it.

As Barbara settled into her chair, I rap lightly on the door of Jim Gordon's apartment. "Now, who the hell could this be?" I hear Gordon mutter under his breath. I force a smile at Barbara, and supportively touch her shoulder, and then I'm gone. By the time the father-daughter reunion begins, I'm halfway to Metropolis.

 

[Joker!]

Harley felt the vibrations under her hands from the cannister.

"Ooooh I get goose bumps just touchin this baby.Power to reshape the world in the palm of our hands.Gee it's actually kind of a turn on to know you got that kinda power puddin" Harley said with a wink.

Harley looked around the lab."I guess you were not just moping around while I was......away.You've been very busy".

Joker opened his mouth to speak but Harley put two fingers on his lips."It's ok puddin.I know you were doing it all for us.For a big wonderful future.Gotham's going to be our very own playground where we can dance on all the hero's bodies.Especially that mean old Bat's".

Joker put his hand under Harley's chin and said "Oh you're so right pooh.This party of ours is gonna rock Gotham to it's very foundations"

Harley smiled gleefully."Oh puddin I can't wait.I love it when you get all masterful.But first how about show me those first class living quarters you mentioned" she said with a sly wink.

 

[batnkevlar]

*It took me ten minutes to get to Coast City by flying. I took my time. No need to rush. I saw the harbor...*

"Ring, search for Ripper, or anyone with the combination of names thereof..."

~Searching, none by that name or any combinations thereof.~

"Dammit. Then he was either lying or... wait, ring, search any biosigs of any old enemies: Floronic Man, Tatooed Man, Any Man you can think of, Sinestro- I shudder to think, The Shark- cuz it is the bay,..."

~Hector Hammond.~

"Yeah, search for him too. Then there's any Antimatter guys..."

~No, you misunderstood. That's the answer. I found...~

"Aw, dammit..."

*My ring slips off my finger with a tug and I plummet towards the ground. Something slows my desecent, then slams me into the ground.*

<Hello, Hal.>

*Dammit. It's Hector Hammond. The ultimate freak of nature. So evolved his head grew to an enormous size, which he's obviously overcompensating for something.*

<Wonderful, isn't it? How I manipulated everyone to get you here. I even fooled the almighty Green Lantern. Who else could say that much?>

"Well, there was that one time Pie got me to go on a blind date with his sister.."

<Shut up, I have ripped your power from you. You are useless.>

*I felt a huge pain in my head and everything blacked out. When I woke up, I was wrapped in yellow chains. Dammit. Yellow. My ring's only weakness. My ring was back on, though, though I had forgotten how to use it. I was suspended over a vat of acid. Did I say "Dammit" yet?*

<Yellow chains, as you can see. Your only weakness. This time you'll be dead. I've given you amnesia. You can't even use your pathetic ring. I have finally beaten you, Hal Jordan.>

"Yeah, that's right fat-head. Again you underestimate me."

<Shut up, Jordan. There's nothing in your mind that says otherwise. You're an idiot. I can outhink you in every way imaginable. You know the Dark Alliance came to me for that very purpose. They would have won, too, if I had agreed. I heard they killed a lot of people. Even your friend, Dinah. Oh, boohoo, Hal Jordan. Cry me a river. There's nothing you can do about it.>

"I dare you to say that to my face, pretty boy."

*He flew up and over the acid and hovered in front of my face.*

<Boo...>

*My ring glowed green.*

<...hoo...>

*It glowed brighter as he spat in my face. A beam shot out at his head, knocking him backwards. The ring then exploded, taking out the whole harbor warehouse with it, including Hammond.

I stood on the ground over the rubble around me. My yellow weakness, I haven't had it for a while. My chains were gone and Hammond, I kept him in a artificial coma cacoon. The split-second I knew Hammond was part of this, I relayed a code to my ring. It had me think i was still weak against yellow and also the safety precautions: if Hammond got within a five foot radius from me, it would fire at him and then explode.

I stood there, panting. Hammond had said there was nothing I could do to bring them back. Nothing.

I headed back home for my cloak.*

 

[Batman]

Dick looked on in horror as Tarantula's mask and blowgun layed infront of his feet.

"....Oh for godsakes!"He managed to say,As he kneeled down to pick them up.

They were covered in her blood........Indicating that she was,infact,dead.

Just when he thought this was over........when all the deaths would stop.......Life turns a 180 degree angle and spits in his face.

"Well.....thats great.Thats just great!"He yelled in anger,as he slammed his fist into the wall,leaving a noticable dent in the already fading wallpaper.

Tarantula and him had once.....well....."dated",if you could even call it that.She was his responsibility,and in the process of it,He had gotten caught up in it.

Now that He was past that........She was dead.

The story of his life,basically.Just when everything seemed to be looking up,someone gets killed.

Of course,now He was with Barbara......so that part of his life didnt really matter that much.But still........A death is a death.No one deserves it......not even her.

He sighed,and sat down on his bed,putting the Nightwing suit next to him.


....Barbara.

He slapped himself mentally.Why the hell didnt he call her?!?!?

She needed to know about Dinah.Of course.....knowing her,she probably already did.They hadnt really "talked" in awhile anyway,so he still needed to call her.

But.....It would have to wait.She was probably tied up with the Justice League anyway.

He layed down........and just broke down.

Not just for Tarantula......But for everyone.Dinah.....Raven.....ALFRED......Everyone.

He needed to mourn.........in his own way.

So,for the next few hours......He just layed down and cried for them.

- - -

Wiping the moisture from his eyes,Dick finally got up,and looked outside his window.

In all of this....He had neglected the city he had sworn to protect......BludHaven.

It was probably gonna be hell tonight...........so,He decided he should probably start as soon as possible.....If he was gonna survive the night.

He looked down at himself.

His body had gotten skinnier since his encounter with "Ra's",but helping those civillians in Keystone gained him back some of the muscle.

It was time to get the rest of it back.

He turned back,and looked at the Nightwing costume that was scattered across his bed.

He would have to report about Tarantula......But,It could wait.After all.....Some people probably already knew.

Putting those thoughts aside,He slipped on the costume.

It felt great.

- - -

He stepped onto the fire escape outside his window,and looked out at the city,in full costume,sans mask.

He let out a breath of fresh air.......or,air,at least,and looked down at the mask.

"Time to get back to work."He said,with a smile.

With that,He put it over his face.

With all that had happened,The Justice League would probably more than likely be able to deal with the aftermath.

But he was busy..........

Busy being a hero.

OOC:Well...thats all from me,for this season.

See you in Season III.

 

[Twitch]

I lay motionless in my apartment and then I got up and opened up my stero and shuffle through the library until I found the song.

Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting too dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm Knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knockin-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knockin-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knockin-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

I went to the nearby desk and pulled out the drawers and found cigerettes. I pulled one out and lighted it. It will be an addiction that will never leave me.

Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't use them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knockin-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knockin-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knockin-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

I went to the closet and pulled out a trenchcoat and a mask. The mask of the Red Hood.

"I will carve a new a new path for this."

I put my coat on and put my cigeretes and lighter in my pocket and then left the stero booming as I left into a stormy night.

You better start sniffin'
your own rank subjugation Jack
'cause its just you and your tatterd libido,
the bank and the mortician,
forever man and it wouldn't be luck if you get out of life alive

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door...

OCC:My last post, I hope it was kickass, Season III is going to be insane

 

[rigel7soldiers]

"Guess I'll just head home... It's not like Hector to just run off like that... I mean, his father died a few weeks ago, but he could at least talk to me about it. Whatever. I'm out."

I then left for Opal City. I'm sure the Shade would have called me a barely sufficient protector... before I got these guns. I've been hearing talk of a funeral. Nobody's seen Michael in days... he'll tough it out, he's been through this kinda thing before. Actually, I think I'll drop by the D.E.O. Michael might be there. Sure enough, Bones let me in once he heard I was here. Michael was chewing him out.

"I thought you said your job was to prevent this kind of thing!"

"You think this doesn't hurt me, too? Sylvester's best friend and his legacy are dead. And, thaks to me, he never had any kids. So piss off, pal, I don't need this."

"Woah, Michael, what are you doing?" I began. I told him it wasn't Bones' fault, though I suppose I might've told him it was sorta mine. Then again, It's Sorrow's fault, for making me call Adam away from Khandaq. I told him about the funeral. He said he'll be the last one to leave...

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker woke up in his luxurious double bed. Stifling a yawn, he looked over to the other side of the bed. Harley Quinn was lying there, curled up on her side, asleep. He'd had a very good time showing her his living quarters. Ha ha, a VERY good time.

The Joker got out of bed, quickly and quietly getting dressed. He made his way through his underground lair, and walked up the staircase and out onto the exterior surface of Liberty Island. It was still early, the brisk morning freeze cutting into him as he strided across the island, over to the shore. A wide grin spread across his face as he surveyed the land before him, seperated only by a barrier of water.

Gotham City.

Right now, people would just be setting out for work, starting another dull cycle in the repetitive sausage machine that was their meaningless little lives.

"Don't worry, little people of Gotham," declared The Joker, "Soon you will all be released from the burden of your pathetic existence. You'll get to go in a blaze of glory! HA HA!"

He picked up a pebble, skimming it across the ocean. He watched the ripples in the water, which reminded him of the antimatter, and the wave of destruction that it would cause. He had it all planned, all laid out in his head. He would finally kill Batman, and the city that had made him its protector would be wiped off the face of the Earth as well.

"Oh, Batman, dear old Brucie-boy, I'm still here. Watching. Waiting. And I have something special lined up for you. And that's what's important. All the destruction I'm going to cause, all the people I'm going to kill, it means nothing. When it comes down to it, it's all about you and me. Our eternal game of chess. And I'm about to put you on checkmate! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

And there it was again, reaching out from the island like the icy touch of death. THAT laugh, filled with enough insanity to turn anyone who listened to it long enough mad as well. It was like The Devil being summoned from the abyss. And many people would say he was The Devil.

He was the Ace Of Knaves, The Harlequin Of Hate, The Clown Prince Of Crime. He was The Joker, and soon, he would have the last laugh.

THE END

 

[Karem-Knight]

27th July:

It was a sunny day in Gotham City. But in Gotham Cemetery, there was a chill in the air. Or at least, that's what it felt like to Harvey Dent. His life was made up of duality - and here was another one. This day was important for TWO reasons. Firstly, it was his father's birthday. Secondly, it was the day of his funeral.

Funny, when he was a kid, he'd treat this day like a giant party. His dad would have passed out on the sofa, a bottle of cheap booze tucked under his arm, so Harvey would have been left to eat all the cake himself. But there was no cake today. Today, he had to say goodbye to his father. His best friend. His most hated enemy. This would be his final memory.

Harvey could see the priest talking, but he wasn't listening. For now, Two-Face's anger was being kept in check. He wasn't in two minds, not today. For now, he was Harvey Dent, a disfigured, beaten man, who had just lost the most important figure in his life.

“And how will Harvey Dent please come here to give some words?”

“Of course” Harvey said rising to the stand.

Some people whispered, others gasped in shock. Two Face wasn’t surprised. The only policeman there was Jim Gordon. There was a kind of unspoken agreement that he wasn't going to be arrested. Not today.

“My father was a man like no other man I met. He raised me, he toughened me, he did everything he could for me, and it paid off. For awhile, at least. And now that he has left this world and gone above...

or down.” muttered Two-Face, interrupting slightly.

“I want today to be remembered as his final birthday," Harvey said, a tear coming to his eye, "And I want you all to know that, even though he is dead, he will be with us forever.”

Harvey Dent took out his father's coin. He kissed it, then pressed it against his heart.

“Forever.”

 

[Charlie No-One]

Selina Kyle was zipping up her tight leather cat suit. The sleek ebony fabric clung to her almost perfect body. She then placed her mask on top of her short, black hair and looked down on to the city, adjusting her goggles.



Crime was over taking the city, and the Joker was free, on Liberty Island. Batman was being the silent bastard he always is, silent and depressed. Early that night, she had just given the lives of 12 kids to the Joker. He and his girlfriend just killed 70 more hopeless citizens of the East End, and their protector couldn’t even save them.



A tear starting rolling down Catwoman’s face as a slick black cat softly purred around her legs.



“Hey Tobey, you are just in time to see the fate of my city. It might not be the most safest place, but it is home to millions of heroes. These people are all heroes. They might not have powers or abilities or even strength, but I see them take care of each other everyday. They would help Batman rid their home of the sick fu*c*ks that are choking the city, yet they die everyday. This city has no hope,”



Unlatching her whip, she jumped from the top of her apartment and gracefully landed on the side of a near by brown stone. Stalking to the side, she crouched to the side and whipped off to some needing citizen in the needy city.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

My belt is gone, taking away most of my tools, and my Batmobile was totaled somewhere in the depths of space. The only option I have left is to walk home.

At least I'll get some exercize.

Granted, travelling by rooftops or dodging giant Scarebeasts can count as exercize. I couldn't get fat even if I wanted to.

I was at the East End. It was a preety rare occurence. The last time I was here, Selina practically tried to scratch my eyes out. This was her territory, and I respect that. The only reason I'm leaving with my eyes still intact was because I tried to help her with Joker and Harley.

"Woaah! Is that The Batman?"

I turned and saw a teenager in clothes so baggy I'm surprised he hasn't tripped over them and blank eyes. It didn't take the smell of refer in the air to tell me that this boy was probably higher than a cloud.

"Dude, did your 'Batmobile' stall?" He asked, giggling slightly. I stayed quiet and continued to walk. The kid just didn't take a hint. "Are you even him? Are you just some wacko in a suit?" I felt myself boiling, this kid was starting to get on my nerves. "Is it true what they say about you and Rob--"

"GO. AWAY."

"...Alright, alright, you don't have to be such a meanie..." he mumbled to himself, walking away.

I wonder if it's sadistic that I loved doing that to people. I drop the subject and continue walking.

I think back to what has happened in the past few days. The Dark Allience had been my main concern. How could it not? It's affected so many of us. So many have been lost. I hear in my comm about a memorial being set up. I note the date and go back to my thoughts. I think of all of us that have been lost...and Dinah pops into my head instantly.

It's a long walk back to my penthouse, and I have a lot to think about.

OOC: That's my last one for this season (not counting the memorial).

 

[devilgirl]

The jungle swallowed the small little town whole. Thorns as sharp as glass jutted off every moss covered house. Ivy strolled through her garden, running her fingertips across the vines that laced the ground. Her strength had now returned to her, the sun beating down upon her. The people trapped with in the garden pounded on their doors to be released but the vines would not give way. Ivy cooed a song to the giant fly trap that stood center.
“No more worries darling, Ivy is back now and all of Gotham will be mine. A nice pretty little play garden for my pets”
from the distance two large shadows in the form of dogs huffed and their red eyes blinked, mouths spilled with white froth
“amazing, people toss out poor little puppies, all they need is a little love and food grown in my sweet little garden and some play things”
one of the dogs slammed up against a window and barked loudly as the person fell back from the window in horror

Ivy leaned against a tree and looked out towards the end of town. Her forest slowly spreading. “mmm yes my darlings soon you will have a better toy to play with”
The wind blew at her cheek and she closed her eyes “Batman”

 

[batnkevlar]

*I had traveled to one of two entrances to the one place I had been too many times. Walking through the immense jungle, I had journeyed over lava, flying where I could, but walking if I needed. I wore my cloak around me, and did not feel like flying much with it on. It is degrading and dishonorable to wear this cloak once again.

I reached the river. The man, if you can call him that, asked for a token. the ride was not for any mortal, and a prize would need to be served. I had brought a locket of hair, but not any hair. One from an Amazon. THE Amazon.*

"It will not do..."

"Why not?"

"Do you think wen does not already have Diana's hair? Why would the gods need it? I can get what I want. Give me something worthwhile."

"Fine."

*I pull out a case. Inside belonged a sample of antimatter, when we went to Earth-2. I realized there was risk ingiving it to him. It may mean the link to forever gone Multiverse. i did not know what that was, but my time as the Spectre opened me up to new possibilities. But I had forgotten it's true potential. Only the Spectre knbew such information.

I handed it him*

"Oh yes. Come on then."

*And then he pushed us off the shore and down the river.*

 

[devilgirl]

Ivy let a smile cross her red lips as the sunset over gotham.
"yes this will do nicely"
the two dogs crept out from the shadows and under her arms, nuzzling her as their teeth glissend with spit.

"batman will make a nice pet wont he darlings?"
she rubbed their black fur softly.
"then after batman....all of gotham will fell my wraith"
the dogs barked loudly, teeth snapping with spit flying as someone tried opening their window to escape, quickly slamming it shut and hiding in the dark. Ivy laughed a sweet melody into the sky which flamed with the darkest evening blues.
"all of Gotham"

ooc:end and thanks to spike for the fantasic photo!. see you all in season 3!

 

[batnkevlar]

*Charon had given me a ride across the River Styx, where I approached the dreaded Gates to Hell. I prepared to knock on the front door, but a dog stopped me. Normally, I'm not afraid of dogs, I;m not afraid of anything, really. But this was a big dog. I still wasn't afraid, but it was a REALLY BIG dog.

Cerberus was the dog guarding his master's house. He had three heads, all of them snarling at me and his serpent tail hissed against me. After a couple strikes from me with a green baseball bat, he wouldn't go down. it was then I remembered the saying: "THose who do not learn fromt he past are doomed to repeat it." It was then I remembered.

Orpheus soothed Cerberus to sleep with his lyre, according to Greek mythology, or as Wonder Woman says, "history". Him and Herakles are the only two people who bested him without dying. So I formed a lyre and played it, hoping it wouldn't notice I hadn't tuned my instrument. It went fast asleep.

When I got up to the gate, I pounded softly on it, hoping not to awaken the beast I had put to sleep. It was then someone on the inside opened a hatch.*

"Who are you?" he asked. I looked at him incrediously.

"Don't you know who I am?" I asked. "Can't you recognize the form of the Spectre as he stands before you?"

 

[batnkevlar]

EDIT

 

[twylight]

---Several Day’s after the Keystone Incident----


---Barb Gordon---

The past few days have been a blur. And as senseless as possible despite my vigorous attempts to knock everything once again into control. I don’t remember doing anything other than laying about in bed and being found sitting in front of the computer screen, typing a way furiously by dad in the middle of the night. And I caved in and told him everything there ever was to me. I had to, too...my benumbed mind was exhausted to the point where it was painful to even try to conjure up appropriate stories to feed to him. Considering everything that’s happened, I’ll go as far as to say that he took it rather well. Held my hand in his weathered, calloused ones and as the study lamp sitting on his desk threw the familiar contours of his face into mysterious shadows, looked at me. As if for the first time.

Dad’s hand rests on my shoulder as we come to a halt after entering the great iron wrought gates and up ahead in front of us, lies as if in a limitless stretch, the park where everyone has congregated to come pay their final regards to the fallen heroes of the JL.

I feel…cold. As if a certain chill has settled permanently within my form despite the rays of the sun shining blindingly down upon us. My eyes scan the large crowds not ready to believe that it is time. The bright flamboyant costumes of the JLers are a sharp contrast to the black of the clothing worn by the guests. And the two sets of people are separated, at the moment, by a wall of sorts. There are so many people…throngs of them still pouring in through the gate behind us. And yet…it all feels so incomplete. I can’t get over the fact that even in the midst of this great congregation of people, Dinah isn’t here.

She isn’t over there in the corner with Ollie, hands on her hips, flirting cheekily. She isn’t standing beside Clark’s large form with Kara, listening intently. She isn’t standing beside Helena devouring down the pastries which adorn the plates resting on the buffet. She isn’t there standing between Bruce and Dick, rolling hers eyes at what a ‘grouch’ Bruce can become. She isn’t here with me either, trying hard to keep my hopes up all the while hurting herself inside…I did not believe the Question that night in his apartment. But I do now. She is gone.

“Barbara.”

Fresh, raw tears slip down my cheeks as I stare at the sight before me. It is over. Life as I know of it. Just like the night the doctors told me that I’d never be able to stand again. But I know that it will go on. Just like it did as I adapted to a life bound to a wheel chair…. The change. It has always been more unbearable than end itself because even though everything still moves along as everything always has, the fact remains that it really is quite the contrary. Everything stays the same except that fact that it isn’t the same.

Dad squeezes, my shoulder and I am brought out of reverie. He crouches down in front of me, heaves a sigh and says, “…Lets go see who else is here.”

My voice is foreign even to my own ears, “I have something I must do.”

I take in the faces of people looking for Clark…Bruce…Dick…anyone. I’ve been waiting for days…now’s the time, I must before it is too late.

“Are you sure? I know-“

“Yes. Go ahead; I’ll join you in a bit.”

He doesn’t say anything. He knows he can’t.

Sighing as if in dejection, he gets to his feet but not before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. I watch not really seeing as he walks off, a little awkwardly towards the sight before him. Almost immediately after he is out of sight I hear Dick’s familiar voice calling me. My heart wrenches at his sight as he jogs up from where he was standing with Bruce and Tim.

“Babs.” He breathes, enveloping me in an embrace as he crushes me against his chest, “Babs. I’m so sorry! I’ve been a moron! It’s just- I didn’t know what to do…” I silently press my damp face into the crook of his neck as my arms wrap around his waist. Even in the situation, the warmth emanating from him is up lifting. Yet for some strange reason I feel safe enough to let go…

His gloved hands cradle my face as he gazes at me, concern etched all over his face, “…Babs…” His lips are warm against my face as he runs his hands down my arms. “…We’ll pull through this…okay?”

I bury my face in his chest and the rhythmic beating of his breath on my hair is simply soothing, “Dick…” Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look up hopefully at him, “ We can stop this…”

He stares at me, confusion clouding his features. I feel the need to elaborate. “I…I know this is obviously what Clark doesn’t think so but Dinah is not – she isn’t dead, Dick.”

His fingers stroke the side of my face as he stares silently at me. I can feel him debating internally how to deal with this best. “…Barb, I know…it is really hard to believe-“

“No-Dick look at me!” I hold on desperately to his clenched hand as he drops his gaze to the green grass beneath us. “Don’t you know? There is no body!”

His expression is grim as he faces me. He looks uncharacteristically weary and his voice is soft, “…I know…”

 

[twylight]

I touch the bruise spread across his cheekbone and look earnestly into the white slits of his mask, wishing not for the first time that he didn’t have it on right now. An odd excitement floods me as I arrange my thoughts…He Knows!…and we can tell Clark and cut out this event to go search… “She could be anywhere Dick! I bet she’s furious at all of us sitting around while she’s wherever she is-"
“Babs-"

“I know it will be a mess because then Clark will have to tell all these people here that this was a mistake! But, I mean, everyone makes mistakes right? As big a mistake as assuming someone is dead is-"

“Barbara! Dinah is dead!” His gloved fingers wrap around my wrist as I stare at him first in silent shock and then, confusion. He looks uncomfortable and tired as he brushes a lock of red hair off my face.

I find my voice, “You KNOW there is no body!”

“Because it was Mordru! He doesn’t use normal methods of doing things-“

“Another dimension!” My voice is fierce now and he is getting on my nerves. Dick. Of all people, to just so conveniently jump to conclusions is plain infuriating. “Just because she apparently ‘vanished’ in to thin air does not mean-“

“Babs. I was there.” His gloved hands cup both of mine as he silently stares at our joined hands, head bowed. The wind howls in the momentary silence and the low chatter of people reaches my ears. He heaves a sigh and faces me once again, “ I saw it happen. Mordru killed her. He told me so.”

Each of his words strikes me painfully and as I stare at him, I feel as if the air has been crushed out of my lungs. I look at Dick’s sad face in strained silence. He reaches up and cups my face in the palm of his hand. “You know what she said?” He asks suddenly as I let out slow deep breaths as silent tears start brimming down my face. “…Babs-", nuzzling my face, his breath is warm as he whispers, “She said that you’d kill her if anything happened to me.”

I jerk back in surprise, not sure I understand. Dick leans back and looks at me, “She was trying to save me.”

When I don’t reply, he simply embraces me once again and I resort to resting my head on his shoulder, my mind reeling. Dinah… For the first time since I arrived I realize how very lucky I am. Lucky because I got the chance to know and experience the kind of greatness she was capable of...

We break our embrace after how long I really don’t care. Looking into his face I realize it is wet. Wanting to avert my eyes from the sight, I look out into the throngs of people around us.

“I like that Canary woman, you know?” Dick tucks my disheveled hair behind my ears.

I nod in response and with a slight smile, he stands up. He slips his fingers between mine and we both continue silently down the road leading to the podium which had seats situated in front of it. For the first time in a long while, I feel the warmth of the sun shining in all its yellow glory high above us.

---

 

[twylight]

The large American flag rippled in the breeze, with its soft flapping heard about the low hum of the crowd. Every once in a while there would be a slight clang from the flag pole as the rope attachments clanged against it.
The crisp red, white and blue of the flag set against the pale blue of the sky.

Reporter Vicki Vale stood on the balcony of the media booth, located in the back of the crowd and high off the ground, giving her the ability to gaze out over the two thousand people who had come to listen to the Memorial for the fallen Heroes, and the thousand others who were in the overflow areas.
She’d done her preliminary newscast, signaling the beginning of the Memorial, and now she was free to watch.
She ran her fingers through her hair, and tossed her head, if not for the soft breeze it would have been considered a hot day, as it was, the weather was beautiful. Vicki had heard someone comment “It’s such a beautiful day to have them be remembered on.” She was inclined to agree.
A camera hung across her neck, nestling in between her two lapels. She’d worn a black skirt suit, one that flattered her figure, but still remained modest for the occasion. Something that was reflected in the rest of the crowd, most adults had worn black, as well as some of the children. However colorful glimpses of children dressed as their favorite hero could be seen in the crowd, as if paying honor to their heroes in their own childish innocence.
The breeze picked up a bit, sending white puffy little clouds scattering across the sky as Vicki played her eyes over the monotone masses, letting them rest on the stage. Pictures of the deceased Heroes lined the back of the stage, with a row of chairs underneath them.
From left to right the pictures hung on the stage,
Tempest, Flamebird, Raven, Kid Flash, Jade, Arsenal, Black Canary, Hourman, Stargirl, S.T.R.I.P.E.S., Vixen, and Connor Hawke. All of them smiling into whatever camera had taken their picture all of them exuding life and joy.

The podium stood in the foreground, made of clear glass it sent colorful patterns across the stage and crowd as the sun shone through it.
The area directly in front of the stage was cordoned off, the chairs there in straight lines, the only empty seats in the area.
A large television was set over the back wall of the stage and a little behind; about 20 feet off the ground, and two others were to the left and right of the stage angled off for the crowd’s viewing. Four other’s, two on each side were pointed away from the general seating area, pointing out into the park, where thousands more people stood and sat.
The Televisions were compliments of Wayne Enterprises, or what was left of it after the buy-out by Lex Corp.

Lex Luthor’s interview with the Daily Planet had hit the paper and the many internet blog’s, a day before the final tally of deaths had been announced, receiving vast criticism and sparking much debate on internet forums.
Vicki smiled slightly to herself; the irony was that people were thinking higher of Super Heroes now more than ever.
A recent Kallup Poll had favor for Super heroes at 70%, a gain of 5% that was attributed to the Keystone Incident and the many Hero death's. Whatever Luthor’s bid had been, it probably hadn't worked quite as well as he'd have liked, but given time the percentage would sink back to normal, or even lower given his statement's.
The hushed murmur of the crowd continued, she’d never been around this many people before and heard it this quit and reverenced. A slightly louder wave of hushed voices rushed through the crowd, rippling from the front to the back, before falling absolutely silent. Vicki brought her gaze up from studying the crowd and looked towards the stage.
The Justice League and several other hero’s were filling on stage, while the one’s not speaking in the Memorial filed out and filled the seats in front of the stage. Silence, except for a shuffle of feet here or the twitter of birds there, fell like a heavy blanket over all present even out to the overflow area as the Television’s changed from scenes of the crowd to a view of the stage.
All the Televisions zoomed in to view the Heroes filing on stage. Superman, Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Wonder Woman, Dr. Mid-Nite, Supergirl.
A quick view of the Hero’s filing into the reserved seating showed The Flash, The Question, two Green Lanterns, Green Arrow, Speedy, Cyborg, Superboy, Starfire, Wonder Girl, Wildcat, Powergirl and dozens more. A pretty redheaded woman sat at the end of an aisle next to The Flash.
Vicki walked back into the booth and continued watching through the glass window; however she glanced regularly at the many monitors that showed camera angles not projected onto the televisions, noting idly that the Green Lantern's were short one.
The televisions began showing scenes of the Deceased Heroes, most of them smiling in promotional type shots, some of them a behind the scene type picture from either the JSA or JLA headquarters.
Vicki studied the Heroes on stage as they sat down; Superman remained composed sadness in his eyes as if he’d been torturing himself the last few days. Batman sat stacco, his eyes straight ahead his mouth stern, Vicki raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, seeing that Nightwing’s face was almost a perfect reflection of his former mentors.
Supergirl’s eyes were rimmed in pink from many tears, and Robin’s mask did little to cover his similarly raw eyes.

After the shuffle and the last hero had sat down Superman rose from his seat, his cape swished softly behind him as he walked to the podium.

" "Ladies, gentlemen, members of the press, on behalf of the Justice League of America, I thank you all for coming. We are all gathered here to remember those of us who fell during the recent violence that came to a head at Keystone City."
He pauses, his grief showing on his face.

"I will open these ceremonies by reading the poem, 'To an Athlete Dying Young' by A. E. Housman, and afterwards the eulogies will be read."

Superman clears his throat, and reads;

"The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's."

The Man of Steel wiped the tears from his eyes as he finished, silence filled the crowd.


"Now, we move on to Supergirl who will recite the first eulogy. Please give her, and the others, the respect you showed me. Thank you."

Superman turned and walked to his seat casting Supergirl a supportive smile.