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

[Twitch]

I was lying here for 4 hours when I finially had the strengh to get on my one leg and hop to the elevator and push for the ground floor. I got in and the elevator went down to my stop. I got into the car and converted the systems to Autopilot. My destination Dr. Leslie. I'm going right under the enemy's nose but I have no other choice.

OCC: That wasn't much but since Batman left me with two useless arms and a broken ankle......

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker spat out a wad of blood. Batman was really beating the hell out of him. He really needed to take some kung-fu classes or something, because having Batman kick the snot out of him every time they met was beginning to get very tiresome.

But just as he thought he was going to black out, he spotted none other than Harvey Dent, pointing a gun at Batman! This would provide the distraction he needed. The Joker quietly opened the door to the fire truck, and pulled out a wrench from inside. He swung forward, smacking Batman across the back of the head with it, knocking him to the ground.

"Gooched! HA HA!"

The Joker dropped the wrench, and turned to Dent.

"Why thank you, Harv. But don't kill him yet. I have something special planned for him. Let's just make a hasty exit."

The Joker and Dent made a run for Dent's car. They got inside, and drove away at top speed.

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: OK...this makes two nights in a row I have worked on a post to have it eaten by the Hype. They need to fix this crap. This makes an hour total of work that I have been robbed of.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

I pick myself off the ground and I saw them racing away. They're too far away to start chasing so I have to let them go.

I'm hurting like hell. I looked around, saw no one, and pulled off the cowl so I can check where Joker hit me. I felt around and looked at the hand: blood. That's not good.

I'll go to Leslie's, ask her to look at it.

With that, I press a button on my ultility belt, bringing the Batmobile to me. After a few moments I get inside and drive off.

 

[Karem-Knight]

OOC: Guy I'm going away for a week and Keyser is in charge of Two Face for me so cya next monday!

 

[Keyser Soze]

The Joker and Two-Face finally brought the car to a halt just in front of the DA's office. The Joker threw his head back and laughed. He slapped Dent on the back amiably.

"Thanks for saving me, Harv! But one problem. Now Batman knows you're back to your old criminal ways."

"I'm not a criminal," hissed Dent, "You forced me too..."

"Do you think Batman's going to care about that?" laughed The Joker spitefully, "He sees you as a nut. He'll be glad to put you back in Arkham!"

The Joker got out the car, and then leant back in to continue talking to Dent.

"If I were you, I'd lay low for a while. Batman may know we're working together, but he has no evidence. Our plan may still work. I'll be in touch."

The Joker slammed the door shut, and headed back to his hideout - The Boon DOck Bar & Grill.

Once he got in, he turned on the new lights he'd had installed. Red grid lights along the ceiling. Very nice. The whole incident with Dent being exposed was...unfortunate. Dent's status as DA would be discredited, so framing Bruce Wayne would be more difficult. But as he had said, The Bat had no evidence. Their plan could still work.

The Joker sat down, giving a grimace of pain as his back cracked back into place after being thrown out by Batman earlier. For now, The Joker would continue with his plan. He had already decided on his next victim...

 

[twylight]

OOC: OK...this makes two nights in a row I have worked on a post to have it eaten by the Hype. They need to fix this crap. This makes an hour total of work that I have been robbed of.

OOC: DOn't worry,,Dinah can't go anywhere without you, Oh Arc master.

 

[SuperFerret]

OOC: OK...this makes two nights in a row I have worked on a post to have it eaten by the Hype. They need to fix this crap. This makes an hour total of work that I have been robbed of.

OOC: I've had that happen. I use Microsoft Word for my bigger posts. Just in case.

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: I'll be posting the mission briefing for Rudy later tonight. I just got B:TAS vol 3 and I'll be busy for a couple hours.

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: Hmm. I didn't get to post last night, but nobody seems to have noticed. What's the deal? Most of the players go through this forum at least once a day. It's not too much trouble to post at least once to keep your character (and the thread) going.

 

[Spike_x1]

Rudy didn't sleep that night. He wanted to be aware at all times, and thanks to a meditative relaxation technique he had picked up from Wayne, Rudy wasn't even very tired. He'd figured the reason why the room was so cold was because his new employers wanted to keep his energy absorption in their complete control, and technically, cold is deemed to be the lack of energy.

He heard the lock to the refrigerated room unclick on the other side. Deadshot walked in once again. "Alright Parasite, I'll cut to the chase." Floyd leaned back against a wall and lit a cigarette. He took a drag on it and looked sternly at the Parasite. "You ever heard of a competition called 'Meta-Brawl'?"

"That's where a bunch'a freaks duke it out, right?" Rudy replied.

Lawton rolled his eyes at the crude answer. The Parasite may have the collective intelligence of Batman & Lex Luthor, however he rarely put those smarts to good use. "For lack of a better phrase... Yes. You see, Rudy, we're sending you to the House in Nevada. Once there, you're going to register for the meta-brawl fights." Lawton took another drag.

Rudy exhaled a cloud of frozen air. "There a point to that, or do ya just wanna give me a workout?"

"You're going to fight and climb the ranks until you get to fight Hank Henshaw. He's our main target. You're gonna take. Him. Out."

"Cyborg? Why?"

"You don't ask the questions here, Jones. You just take orders."

"What do I get in return, huh? Early parol?"

"We're under new management, Parasite. What you'll get if you don't cooperate is a lobotomy with a rusty fork. If you're lucky, that is."

The Parasite considered his options under the current circumstances. "Meta-Brawl sounds just fine to me. When do I leave?"

 

[Twitch]

I got to Leslie's place and kicked the door down.

"Tim!"

That's all I remember as I gave in to darkness

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

I dropped down from the sky to Leslie's Clinic. I noticed from the corner of my eye that the front door was open. Intrigued, I jumped down to the front door and was shocked to see the vision before me.

Leslie Thomkins, half-holding/half-dragging the shoulders of Tim Drake, now known as The Red Hood, to a medical bed.

"Bruce!" She yelled out, "Thank God you're here! Take his legs, we have to get him treated."

I do so and set him safely on one of the medical beds. Leslie looks him over, looking for his ills.

"His ankle was broken, and it seems like his arms are swollen, like the nerves were shut off," she says.

"Yes they were."

"How do you know?"

"Because I did it to him."

After a while, we ending up mostly healing him--my snapping the nerves back into place, her removing broken chips of the bone and putting his foot in a cast--and I argued with her whether he should be tied up or not.

"But he's one of us!" She yelled.

"No, he isn't. Not right now. Whatever happened to him in the past few weeks...he's just snapped. I'm going to do everything in my power to bring the old Tim back, and now's a perfect chance. I can't allow him to escape without reaching to him."

"...Alright. There's should be some rope in the cuberd next to you. Just make sure you don't tie the broken leg so tightly."

"I can't if it gives him leverage to escape."

"Do you really think he would try to attack us with a broken bone?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I would."

"...Point taken. Just tight enough to keep the foot in place, alright?"

I do so and soon enough, the sight of Tim Drake, mask completely off, tied by his arms and legs to a titanium chair, still unconchience.

Not really up for waiting all night, I put some water in one of Leslie's watering pots and throw it onto Tim's face. The first words Tim Drake hears is my sarcastic growl.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey."

 

[Twitch]

I come awake my face all wet. I tried to move but was held there until I realized I was tied up. I look up and see The Batman staring down at me.

"Oh great........you forgotten how to fight like a man?"

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

"I haven't forgotten, I just wanted to try and straighten this out, I just tyed you up so you would stay for the conversation."

 

[Twitch]

"Anything for a guy that dresses like a bat."

I leaned back getting comfortable

"I'm all ears."

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

At least he's cooperating.

"What happened to you Tim? Why did you become...this? You mentioned Zoom before, what did he have to do with this? Why are you doing this?"

 

[Twitch]

"Let's just say I needed a new face."

I took a breath

"As for Zoom he just showed me the door."

 

[Harlekin]

“Great Ceasar’s Ghost!”
“It’s okay Chief.”
“Don’t call me Chief.”
“I know.”

Slade looked at the man he had just killed, conversing with the very personification of Death. Perry White wasn’t an ordinary man, and neither was Lucius Fox, who had gotten tangled up talking to Boston Brand, Deadman. For some reason, Deathstroke, Deadman and Death had all ended up going to the same bar. He figured it was an elaborate scheme by the latter two.

“So did you speak to Elvis lately?”
“Yesterday.”
“So, what’s he like?”

Getting annoyed with the topic, Slade grabs his gun and aims it directly for Death, a grin on his face, acknowledging the futility of it all.

“Oh Slade, you know that won’t work.”

Instead of mingling into the discussion Slade turns his attention towards the television hanging in the corner of the bar. The lone bartender is zapping away, and Slade picks up snippets. “Influential Metropolis man, Perry White killed in assassination. Police are not excluding connection to the murder of Lucius Fox.”

Slade sighs at the news as he focuses his attention back to his companions. They are merely doing this to torture him, they do it with all of his worst victims. The ones he regrets the killing, the ones with a wife or family. They try to keep him off the killing track, but it has been to no avail.

When she walks out of the bathroom, it is like every sense in his body explodes, and the torturous spirits disappear as she takes the seat across from him.

“Hello father.”

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

"Let's just say I needed a new face."

I took a breath

"As for Zoom he just showed me the door."

"What do you mean, 'a new face?'"

 

[Harlekin]

"Rose."

The girl, no, the woman before him is dressed in an outfit similar to his as she puts the bloodied sword before him on the table.

"You were... quicker than I had expected."
"It was no... big deal."

Somewhere, a man will have found his daughter dead, and he swears revenge. They have killed his baby, the one thing in his life that he did good by. His daughter. His Lian. It took him two calls to find out who did it, and another to find out where she was hiding.

The crossbow bolt find itself firmly embedded in the wall beside her head. The two mercenaries look up to find him standing in the doorway, and the bar having emptied out its last few visitors. He drops the shades and fires another arrow, with no intent to miss.

 

[Keyser Soze]

6 year old Nancy Loomis had been convinced for quite some time now that there was a monster in her closet. When the light was out, she was terrified that the closet door would slowly creak open, and a pair of glowing red eyes would emerge out of the darkness. Then some dark, unimaginable beast would lurk out of that dark void, slowly crawling towards her. Nancy would want to scream, but her pleas for help would choke and die in her throat. Inside she would be screaming for her Mommy and her Daddy to come and help her but outside she'd be silently mouthing "No no no..." and there would be nothing she could do and the monster would take her away forever and she would never see Mommy and Daddy again!

But tonight, she wasn't frightened. There was a monster in her room. But he wasn't in the closet. He was sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Shhhhh....." said The Joker.

"Are you a clown?" asked Nancy.

"Well, you could say that," chuckled The Joker, "I'm here to make you laugh."

Nancy giggled.

"You see, Nancy," continued The Joker, "We're going to play a little joke on your Daddy."

"What kind of joke?" Nancy asked inquisitively.

The Joker smiled, taking a tiny little bottle out of his poclet.

"Have a drink of this and you'll find out..."

***

Stan Loomis was a popular celebrity in Gotham City. He presented a late night talk show, but was better known for his extensive charity work. Every year, he figureheaded a charity event designed to raise money to help children in need all over the world - from impoverished children in Africa to kids in Gotham who had been orphaned.

On this night, he had been at a Charity Ball with his wife, Gloria. They arrived home later than they'd planned, and found the babysitter sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

"Gloria, tell Sonia she can go home now," said Stan, "I'm going to go upstairs and check on Nancy."

Nancy was Stan's pride and joy, the most important thing in his life. His charity work for children stemmed from his own status as a father. Every night, he always had to say goodnight to little Nancy, even if she was already asleep. but when he opened her bedroom door on this night, his whole world came crashing down around him.

Nancy was dead. Her face contorted into a ghastly, horrifying grin. A small but lethal dose of Joker Venom. The Joker was long gone by this time. He left the same way he got in - through the bedroom window. The Joker loved the irony of a man famous for saving children being unable to save his own. But this irony didn't dawn on Stan Loomis.

He was too busy screaming.

 

[Harlekin]

"I'm sorry for your loss, Roy."
"Shut up, Slade."
"Put the crossbow away."
"No."
"Roy..."
"She's going to pay."

He caught the second crossbow bolt in mid-air, while the third hit him in the side. Two crossbows. Clever.

Rose had already stood up and grabbed the hilt of her sword, and turned to face her enemy. She had killed something dear not only to him, but to her as well, and she couldn't keep a single tear from rolling down her cheek. Slade had refused the contract, thinking it dishonorable to kill a child, but Rose strangely didn't have those qualms. Perhaps out of some need to prove herself to her father she wanted to finish the job her own brother had never got around to doing. Kill the Teen Titans.

The two moved like a ballet as Slade watched on, their moves were graceful, although Arsenal's experience was apperant, but rage was blinding him. As they circled each other carefully, he made a move towards his gun and she parried, hitting him in the side. He fired a bullet that hit her square in the shoulder.

Falling to the ground, Rose fell into his arms as he held her tight, his last connection to this earth was bleeding in his embrace. He could only vaguely hear the click of the gun near his head, but he made no move to stop what might come. Arsenal would not fire, and he didn't. Not tonight.

"Watch out for her Slade, because she's going to pay."

 

[Twitch]

"What do you mean, 'a new face?'"

"Do you have to have everything spelled out for you, dumbass I meant my mask."

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

"Do you have to have everything spelled out for you, dumbass I meant my mask."

"Was that all you wanted? To stop being Robin? Why are you doing this, Tim? Is this why you threw away all you ideals? So you can stop being Robin? Why are you doing this, Tim?"