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

[Dwarf lord]

"Only you can prevent City Freezes," The Flash tells Captain Cold in his best Smokey the Bear impression. "God, who writes my puns," He said to himself as he sped away from Keystone. He runs all the way to Babs' apartment. "If I'm in the area, I might as well say high."

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: Ok, why would The Flash go up to Bab's apartment? Please just leave it to the Bat-Family.

 

[Dwarf lord]

OOC: Ok, why would The Flash go up to Bab's apartment? Please just leave it to the Bat-Family.

OCC: You leave for a couple weeks and everything becomes isolated. Not as open as it used to be.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OCC: You leave for a couple weeks and everything becomes isolated. Not as open as it used to be.

OOC: Usually I wouldn't mind, like I said before, it just doesn't make sense, and also we're working very hard on this being a great Bat-Family thing, and it's slowly going to a head.

 

[Dwarf lord]

OCC: It's not just you. I was turned away from 3 fights already

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OCC: It's not just you. I was turned away from 3 fights already

OOC: My suggestion would be to create your own arc. Have some of your rogues have some death trap ready for the city or something. Maybe you can have West have a personal journey, have a more character-oriented arc. You know?

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: *cough*Wally's wife was recently attacked by Zoom*cough*

 

[Spike_x1]

The Joker was stunned. Quite stunned. He had barely managed to get ahold of his daisy and aim it properly while still being beaten by Batjerk.
As Batman pulled away suddenly, Joker scrambled to get his axe, Bessy. He had to take a second or two longer than he would've liked so that he could cough up the blood in his face. The flesh around his left eye had swollen enough that it forced his eye closed and the skin around his right cheek was scraped away, leaving the bone partially exposed. His lips were split along his face, giving him a much larger grin than he already had. He was in an excruciating amount of pain, but all he could do was laugh (even with a rib puncturing one of his lungs).

Joker grabbed onto Bessy and got to his feet and then realized the extent of the damage done to Batman's cowl. Joker looked around the room. The cripple was ready to go a few rounds with the J-man, Nightwing was lying on the floor and Batman had gotten quite shy. As much as Joker wanted to kill the Bat right there, Joker did have a reason to be there. He had to kill the bookworm.
Still laughing uncontrollably, he pulled his revolver out of his coat pocket and fired at Batman. Barbara screamed when the shot was heard, but the only thing to come out of the barrel was a flag with the word "Bang" written on it.
Noting Batman's disrespect towards Joker's flag, the clown ordered Batman, "You're supposed to salute the flag!" Joker then fired again, turning the flag into a spear, impaling Batman through his armor.
Joker turned away from Batman and tossed his gun over his shoulder, letting it land on Nightwing's body. Joker twirled the axe in his hands and approached Barbara, giggling to himself at the thought of her chopped up corpse.

 

[RoseRedStrauss]

[OOC]Just got back from bats party DDDDD. Anyways, Thraka was also there, so there's a chance I might get out of limbo. Then we can have some fun in our own little story arc. If you're bored try doing a race around the world. That's always fun.[/OOC]

 

[twylight]

IC:Barb Gordon

"Did you find Tim yet?" I ask Dinah just so I have something to do.

Dinah touched her comm, "Not a sign of him yet. But he'll be here. How is eveything there?"

Silence.


Silence.


"Babs?"

Dinah shifted and looked aroound the quiet airport. The sweltering heat rose off the tarmac and created mirages of water.
She hoped everything was under control at the Clocktower. Batman and Nightwing were there.

Dinah wondered what she would do with Tim once he was with her. She had offered to pick up Tim for reasons that seemed ten-fold. One was that Batman was busy with the Joker, and two...Tim couldn't stay out of anything and with the Joker around she knew Bruce would be worried enough as it was, no need to compound the situation with memories of Jason as well as Babs.

Glancing at her watch she wondered what shape Robin would be in.

OCC: Just can't wait to beat Boomerang ass with a sexy vixen.
I'll post tomorrow if yo want me to come in now.

OOC: You might not get that chance..I was gonna have you stay at either the plane or the hotel..and let you go loose on your own..OR..figure out that Captain B is being used.

OCC: You leave for a couple weeks and everything becomes isolated. Not as open as it used to be.

OCC: It's not just you. I was turned away from 3 fights already

OOC: We all have storylines going. Though I might suggest not changing characters quite so much, nor leaving for long periods of time.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

The flag slices through the kevlar like scratch paper and slides through my flesh even farther. I scream in pain. I grab the flag and I quickly pull the flag out, which causes me to yelp in more pain. I turn and see The Joker, bruised and bloodied from my previous beating, with an ax in his hand, heading towards Barbra.

Jim's words echo through my skull like a broken record, keep my daughter safe, by ANY means nessesary.

To put bluntly, f**k my idenity, to hell with the mask, I can't let Joker hurt Barbra again. I'd rather die or...kill?...then let that happen.

I run towards Joker and pull him into a strong stranglehold. I pull all the strength into my arms and squeeze on his neck until I see his pale face start to turn into a blue hue.

"You touch her, and I'll snap your neck."

 

[Twitch]

Dinah touched her comm, "Not a sign of him yet. But he'll be here. How is eveything there?"

Silence.


Silence.


"Babs?"

Dinah shifted and looked aroound the quiet airport. The sweltering heat rose off the tarmac and created mirages of water.
She hoped everything was under control at the Clocktower. Batman and Nightwing were there.

Dinah wondered what she would do with Tim once he was with her. She had offered to pick up Tim for reasons that seemed ten-fold. One was that Batman was busy with the Joker, and two...Tim couldn't stay out of anything and with the Joker around she knew Bruce would be worried enough as it was, no need to compound the situation with memories of Jason as well as Babs.

Glancing at her watch she wondered what shape Robin would be in.

"So you finally made it." said Tim through a broken jaw walking towards Dinah and fell into her arms, exhausted.

OCC: Pretty short sorry but it keeps the story rolling. BTW just cut me loose at the Batcave.

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon

Dick was still unconscious, I place the palms of my hands on the wheels of my chair and decide to move in his direction when I see Batman throwing himself on top of the Joker.

Horrified I move next to Batman who's suffocating the life out of the man beneath him. I place a hand on his heaving shoulder, my eyes wide with horror, "What are you doing?!You're going to kill him this way!"

 

[Batman]

Nightwing began to regain more strength........enough to get up.

As he looked around he noticed that Batman was,frankly,pounding the living s**t out of The Joker.

He was on the verge of killing him,and Dick knew he had to be stopped.

He got up,and with a little arm strength,stayed up this time.

One thing was for certain,Barbara was alright.Bruce bought him some time,which was good,but he was overdoing it.He had to be stopped......thats all there is to it.

As he moved towards them,he stepped on something.

-SSSS-

It was Batmans mask,which was soaked with acid.

Thats when he realised it........Hes fighting without his mask.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!?"

Nightwing was slightly surprised in his tone,but he wasnt a kid anymore.He wasnt afraid of Batman,unlike half of Gotham City.

I knew this wasnt going to be easy to make him let go of The Joker,but damn it,this wasnt about him.

 

[Spike_x1]

The Joker looked into the eyes of a man pretending to be his greatest foe. Bruce Wayne was not who interested Joker. His war with the Bat was the only thing that has ever mattered to him after his little chemical bath. It was funny; Joker was looking at the exposed face of Batman, but he didn't care. He would've laughed at the situation if he could, but all he could manage to get out of his mouth was bubbling blood and a few gurgling noises.

He still had Bessy.

Before he passed out, Joker took a final swing towards Batman with the axe. Then it all went black.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

I am conflicted. I'm scared out of my mind on what I'm doing; exposing my face to my greatest enemy. Yet, another part of me, the twisted side that I dispise, was...overjoyed from this, estatic from seeing my enemy slowly turning blue and the oxygen cutting off.

I turn and I see Dick and Barbra yelling at me, telling me that...I'm going to kill him. Oh God. I AM going to kill him. I can't. I can't DO this.

Before I could let him go, The Joker does it for me and swings his ax towards me and slices into my shoulder and he limply falls on his face.

I step back and I see what he had done...what I had done.

The Clocktower was a mess, tables turned over, the smoke has mostly cleared, I think Oracle's computer is damaged, Joker lies with an almost mutilated face and a dark purple mark around his neck where my arm was, and...the two people that I consider to be family, their weapons held almost limply in their hands, looking at me with pure fear in their eyes.

I am ashamed. I have nearly killed the monster, and if I had, who knows what could have happened to them? God, it hits me and nearly takes the breath away from me, I had nearly killed a man...in front of my family. I had taught myself and them to fight with a certain honor and to never kill your adversary, and look what I have done.

I am ashamed. I have shamed my family...I have shamed my parents, whom I took that vow to never kill for.

I can't stay here. I take my grappling gun and I swing away to the Manor. I knew it was dangerous, I'm still not wearing my mask, but I didn't care. I just had to get away.

I find the Batmobile somewhere...I've almost lost all sence of where I am, all I know is the direction of the place where I could hide from the shame. I drive back into the Cave.

At the cave, the thought rings from my mind: I can't do this again. I am not going to go through a nervous breakdown again. I'm not going to go insane again. I can't. It will only drive them even further in their shame, in their distain towards me. I cannot go insane...I just need to stay in here for a while.

I sit down in my chair next to the computer. I lean back into it, silently begging for it's support. After a while, my hands are on my face and I do something I haven't done in my right mind for a long time: I cry.

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon

Oh Dear God...

I sit there limply on the metal chair staring at the chaos around me.Joker lay sprawled at my feet,his face a grotesque mask of blood...the red liquid of his body oozing out from various punctures on his skin...spilling onto the wooden floor and mixing with the red trial that Bruce had left as he had staggered his way out of the shattered window...The remains of his cowl lay there hissing out due to the acid...

After staring about, taking it all in and not knowing what to do, I simply wrap my trembling arms around myself,trying to make sense of what just happened...

A dreaded lump forms in my throat and the corners of my eyes experience the familar sting as the realization hits me like a ton of bricks...It was all my fault.

What have I done?

 

[batnkevlar]

*Hal flies to the perfect spot on Earth's orbit where an object would not be pulled towards the Earth and would not float away from it. It is there he charges green and pulls metallic ore from Oa. With all his might, he pulls it all together to make a fully complete Watchtower, outifitted with Oan tech: A gift for the Justice League.*

 

[Batman]

THEY WERE BLAMING THEMSELVES.

Not that this was anything new for The Bat-squad,they seem to make the art of grieving a sport.

Dick just stood there,not knowing what to do.He was astounded by what he just saw.

Batman,unmasked,choking The Joker into a near death.

A literal bloodbath,which almost went too far.

Barbara,willing to put herself in danger and face The Joker.

The Joker,spitting out what seemed to be GALLONS of blood,before swinging an axe and going out cold.

And Nightwing......not being able to do anything about it.

"It was MY fault"

Thats what he WOULD'VE said,had he not come to his senses in time.

It wasnt Bruces fault,and it wasnt Barbaras.........And It wasnt Dick's.


It was The Joker.

All of it.

EVERY STINKING BIT OF THIS WHOLE NIGHT WAS THE JOKERS FAULT.

Nightwing clinched his fists,growing with rage.

Barbara,with her head down,rolled back to her computer....not looking at The Joker,who was still knocked out cold.Nightwing knew she was going to break down any second,blaming herself for all of this.

Dick was confused at what to do.

First of all,The Jokers limp body lying on the floor,with blood flowing out of it,wasnt helping anything.

Second,Bruce had left.If Dick knew anything about his former mentor,it was where he always went after a long night such as this:

The Cave.

He had to do something.Bruce was going to tear himself up for this,no doubt,and He needed to be reassured that this wasnt his fault.Not that he'd listen,but it would do some good.

And then,there was Barbara.She was,like Bruce,going to blame herself,and He needed to comfort her.

He was either going to stay here,and comfort Barbara..........Personally escort The Joker back to Arkham,and make SURE hes locked up.......Or Go to the cave,and hear the inevitable "It was my fault.....I need to be alone" stuff that Bruce always dished out after an event like this.

Police sirens could be heard coming from a few blocks away.

He made his decision.

He was staying.Theres no way that he was going to leave Barbara here with The Jokers body.

He walked over to Batmans hissing mask,and picked it up.

The acid had worn off,to a degree,as The lenses and the eyeholes melted into the nose piece.

It was almost a sort of.......closure,to this horrible night,as the face of Batmans mask melted away.

OOC:Nightwing never really,outloud,said "It was MY fault".........so dont quote him as saying that.

 

[Phantasm]

ICrb Gordon

I have to compose myself. Bruce was obviously going to take this bad...it was definatley not the first time he'd lost his pateinece with the clown prince of crime;he had come close to killing him back when he found Tommy Eliot's dead body beside the clown.Dad had to shoot Bruce's arm to make him stop...I had feared for him then...it was scary to see what emotions can have somebody do...Bruce cared about Tommy...alot, so he was willing to go to any lenghths to punish the man who had killed him.And tonight, he was ready to break hiw vow only so I wouldn't be hurt again. Bruce already had enough worries of his own without me adding to his load of problems...I had gotten myself involved into vigilantism only so I could better help myself and others...and ever since my first days as Batgirls all I did was create more problems for people I cared about to deal with.

I knew Bruce and Dick always harbored the idea that they had somehow failed to save me from the Joker, first time round.And that had also played a strong role in what was about to happen tonight...It all came back to the simple fact that I couldn't save myself. And everyone had to pay because I am a cripple...

I hear Dick walk towards me and realize my face is wet with tears.Dammit, not now. I quickly wipe them with the edge of my sleeves and say softly to him, "Dick, go check up on Bruce...make sure that he doesn't kill himself over that bastard of a clown. I'll call Arkham and inform them about Joker."

Turning on the system once again, I brush my hair out of my face and try to locate Huntress,Batgirl and Robin.If Bruce was going to take his time...someone had to protect Gotham,"Gotham isn't going to protect itself. I'll have to conact the others."

 

[Dwarf lord]

Wally rushes to Linda's side in Metropolis Hospital. "Howya holdin' up?" he asks with genuine concern. He realises that she's asleep when there is no answer. "Damnit, Zoloman, You'll pay."

 

[twylight]

"So you finally made it." said Tim through a broken jaw walking towards Dinah and fell into her arms, exhausted.

OCC: Pretty short sorry but it keeps the story rolling. BTW just cut me loose at the Batcave.

Dinah gasped.

"Well, put's my plans in a little bit of a loop.." She briefly wondered if Hal was busy. Shoving that thought aside she helped Tim into the plane.

As she had him sit down she noticed that his comm was going off.

Going on a Hunch she called on hers "Babs? What's going on?"

 

[Batman]

ICrb Gordon

I have to compose myself. Bruce was obviously going to take this bad...it was definatley not the first time he'd lost his pateinece with the clown prince of crime;he had come close to killing him back when he found Tommy Eliot's dead body beside the clown.Dad had to shoot Bruce's arm to make him stop...I had feared for him then...it was scary to see what emotions can have somebody do...Bruce cared about Tommy...alot, so he was willing to go to any lenghths to punish the man who had killed him.And tonight, he was ready to break hiw vow only so I wouldn't be hurt again. Bruce already had enough worries of his own without me adding to his load of problems...I had gotten myself involved into vigilantism only so I could better help myself and others...and ever since my first days as Batgirls all I did was create more problems for people I cared about to deal with.

I knew Bruce and Dick always harbored the idea that they had somehow failed to save me from the Joker, first time round.And that had also played a strong role in what was about to happen tonight...It all came back to the simple fact that I couldn't save myself. And everyone had to pay because I am a cripple...

I hear Dick walk towards me and realize my face is wet with tears.Dammit, not now. I quickly wipe them with the edge of my sleeves and say softly to him, "Dick, go check up on Bruce...make sure that he doesn't kill himself over that bastard of a clown. I'll call Arkham and inform them about Joker."

Turning on the system once again, I brush my hair out of my face and try to locate Huntress,Batgirl and Robin.If Bruce was going to take his time...someone had to protect Gotham,"Gotham isn't going to protect itself. I'll have to conact the others."

Dick didnt want to leave her......but,she had a point.

Bruce was blaming himself,and someone had to check up on him.

"When you locate Huntress,Batgirl, or Robin,send their locations to me.They're gonna need all the help they can get.....and as much as I hate to say this.......I dont think I'm gonna have much luck with Bruce."

Nightwing turned around,heading for the door.

But.....there was still The Joker.

What if he,all of the sudden,woke up?

How could he protect her from The Joker then?

"Barb.....cancel that call to Arkham."

Barbara looks at him,strangley.

"Im taking The Joker myself."

Without giving Barbara a chance to respond,He grabbed The Joker,threw him over his shoulder,and left.

Once outside,Nightwing took out a small device,and pressed on the button.

-VROOM-

A hidden Bat-cycle came to life,with its blinding lights showing through the darkness.

As Nightwing strapped on the helmet that came with it,He tied The Jokers hands and feet to the back of the cycle.......just in case.

Revving up the engine,Nightwing took off,heading towards Arkham Asylum......and then to The Cave.

 

[PFunk2]

OOC: Back to John and company. Note: This is along one folks so appologies in advance.

"So that's the situation John. Sad isn't it." Anna says as she finishes explaning the current sittuation in the Sudan.

"Yeah. But not at all unexpected." John answers her as he takes a swig of coffee from a paper cup. "After all most of africa's tribes have been fighting each other in ritual warfare long before the europeans came over and messed things up with their dreams of colonization. This is nothing but the result of it."

"True. But the important question is what are you going to do about it." Anna ask with a furred brow.

"Well in the short run I can patrol the area and stop any attacks I see. And I can find and convince the leader who caused this to put and end to it." John says out loud. "But in the long run I'm going to have to find some way of bringing the world into this. " John answers her. "Something in the way of UN peacekeepers."

"Well. You may have some help in that. After all there is a large Pan African military force waiting to put help seperate the parties."

"Then why haven't they mobilised." John asks in wonderment.

"Since it's composed of troops of various nations they've still in discussions on who'll lead it." Anna answers him. "And I see the perfect candate right in front of me." she adds, staring right at him.

"What a minute. You're not talking about me?" John says.

"Damn right I am." Anna answers back, pointing a finger at him. "With you combat and leadership experiance. Plus that south africa stint makes you're the perfect one for the job." adding. "Face it. To a lot of people in the world you rank about as high, or even higher than even superman in their eyes."

"Yeah. But after been off-world for so long I doubt anyone would remember me." John says.

"Really. Well I still do." Anna tells him. "And from what you told me alot of you JL buddy's also. Then there's the new generation." she adds pointing towards two young figures. The young brother and sister he saved way back walking their way.

"Yes." John responds softly to them in there native language.

After figiting a bit the oldest of the two responds back. "Me and my brother just would like to say thanks for saving us."

"Yeah. Are you hear to help us?" the little brother shyly adds in.

"As much as I can." John answers back. Then he hears a voice calling them both.

"Well I got to go." she says and with a smile she grabs her brother and leaves.

As he waves good bye to the two kids John sees smiles of hope from the rest of the refugees who happen to be listening in. The scene for a moment stuns him and he turns back to Anna. Now as a sarcastic, lobsided smile on her face.

"Well hero, I think you got work to do." she says to him.

John, letting out a sigh stands up and responds "I guess I do." and heads skyward to start his patrols.

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon


I heave a sigh at the sight of my messed up apartment and turn back to the screen. After tracking down both Dinah and Tim, I connect the line to them, "Are you to doing all right? I need you guys back as soon as possible...Robin particularly...I'll explain later." I close the link, not really in the mood for a chat.

I look out the broken winodw as a chilly breeze ruffles my hair. I hope dad was doing alright...maybe I can go pay him a visit tommorow..although at this point and time dawn and tommorow seemed nearly impossible...I hope Bruce is okay...

Gotham will not rest properly until it has a protector. My mind flashes back to the most obvious and reliant candinate for the job.The bat-crew were great but they could on;y do so much without the presence of their Mentor...Besides...I cannot possibly make another mess by being carelss tonight.As much as I know Bruce will resent this...I must call Clark...

Chewing on my bottom lip,anxiously I link the line to him and say,"Superman? Oracle here.Do you mind dropping by for a visit?"