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

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: I think Bruce will be pissed about that one.

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: PFunk put his game face on it seems. Now THAT was one helluva post!!! I especially appreciated the comment about warring tribes before the Euro's screwed things up with colonization. Global history facts woven seemlessly into characterization. NICE!!! And Babs called Clark. LMAO....I think that'll get Bruce back into action faster than anything else could....brilliant psychology.


IC: Digger, while still not quite satisfied, had accepted Houngan's offer and means of payment. He now had in his possession recipe's for some rather useful toxins to use along with his already formidable skills. To console himself, he chose to look at the WayneTech job as an investment that would later bear fruit. He had no choice, really. And if he dwelled for too long on the negatives, he would end up dying on this God-forsaken continent after a failed attempt at revenge on Houngan.

'Plenny of time to get square with that bugger,' he thought. For now, it was time to find decent lodgings for the night.

It was here that Digger's logic failed him. He was confident that the Bat would not show up and endanger the lives of his alter-ego's employees...so he went back to the same hotel he had stayed before the attack on WayneTech.

Checking in, he was received with less enthusiasm than the last time. He noticed the lack of eagerness right away. He had tipped poorly. A definite no-no for one who wants star treatment. So, before getting on the elevator, Digger turned back to the concierge and handed the man $500. "Sorry about treating the help so shabbily mate," he said. "Was in a bit of a rush and was short on cash...but thats all changed now," he continued, " please distribute this among the help and send up some cold bottles of ale, eh?"

The hotel concierge smiled warmly and assured "Mr. Franklin" that he would have a most enjoyable stay. Digger felt better. He liked being treated as a 'somebody,' when he lodged. With confidence, he was led to his room.

But Harkness had made an error in judgement. He knew that Bat wouldn't make an appearance...after all, Digger had been kind enough to kill as few employees as possible during his job. He just didn't take into account that the Bat might send another.

It was a lesson of detail that he was about to learn the hard way.

OOC: Doors open canary...fly on in. heh. Just try not to fly into a freshly Windexed plate glass window. Now there's an idea....

 

[Batman]

OOC: I think Bruce will be pissed about that one.

OOC:Hes always pissed.......

 

[Phantasm]

OOC:LOL!True, Bruce should be furious and he'll probably give barb the 'this-is-my-city' rant,which would be interesting.

 

[Batman]

OOC:Is SuperFerret even playing along with this?

If he is,I think it'll be cool to have Superman in Gotham,particularly when JKR and Ferret meet up.

You know thats gonna be big.

 

[Phantasm]

OOC:He was the one who suggested the idea...so...I don't see why he wouldn't play along...

 

[Batman]

Nightwing arrives at the gates of Arkham,and instead of going in,He unties The Joker from the cycle,and re-ties him up to the gate.

He presses the buzzer,next to the camera that hangs outside of the gate.

"Arkham Asylum.Do you have an appointment?"

"Nope,but Im sure you'd like to check this out.I brought a present."

Nightwing turns the camera towards The Joker,whos still knocked out.He then turns the camera back to focus on himself.

"And this time,make sure hes locked up for more than 15 minutes.If he escapes,Im coming back.....only Im not gonna be as nice."

Not that Nightwings tone was particularly nice in the first place.

He turned back to the cycle,before turning around once more.

He glared at The Joker,tempted to beat the crap out of him once more for what hes done so far.

But....He cant.

No matter what the bastard has done,It wouldnt be right.

Nightwing turned back to the cycle,strapped on his helmet,and took off.

He made a few turns before coming up to a secret trail,which was barely noticable.

He made his way through the trees,before stopping at a dead end.

Nightwing pushed a button on the visor of his helmet,which automatically turned it from a visor,to an infared scanner.

The scanner revealed where,exactly,the secret entrance was.

Revving up his cycle,he went right through the hologram,and into a tunnel.

He knew what he was getting into,and was half tempted to turn around.........But he didnt.

He wasnt afraid of Bruce,Or Batman.

In fact,next to Alfred,He was probably the only one out of the entire Bat-squad who could talk to Bruce without any fear.

By the time he stopped,he was in the Batcave.

He took off his helmet,and looked around.

"Bruce?"

There was no answer.

Nightwing thought about the possiblity that Bruce WASNT in the cave,until he noticed The Batmobile was parked right next to him.

"Bruce....I know your here."

Nightwing walked up from the parking garage,and into the main part of the cave,which had the Batcomputer,an elevator,the costume vault,and the stairs that led to Wayne Manor.

"Bruce....look,I know your blaming yourself for what happened.....but,as much as your probably going to disagree.........it wasnt your fault."

 

[Batman]

OOC:He was the one who suggested the idea...so...I don't see why he wouldn't play along...

OOCh....Well,yeah....I guess he would be playing along then.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

"Dick."

I come out from the shadows, not really surprising the person I responded to. He's seen me do it too many times for that to happen. I walk past him and with a hand gesture I ask him to follow me. Curious, Dick follows me to the computer area where I sit on the chair and he sits/leans onto the console next to it with the back of the chair facing him.

"I...I knew you or someone else would be here at some point to try to talk to me, to...try and help me with what I am going through.

"I...I--I don't think this is something I'm going to pull out of...I...I can't...trust...my mind...anymore..."

 

[FrantikMagik]

EDIT

 

[batnkevlar]

*For the last couple of days, Hal has been moving furniture into the League satellite to make it a bit more comfy. Noticing he's alone, he contacts the one person who could possibly get the League back together again.*



~J'onn, we need to talk~

 

[Batman]

"Dick."

I come out from the shadows, not really surprising the person I responded to. He's seen me do it too many times for that to happen. I walk past him and with a hand gesture I ask him to follow me. Curious, Dick follows me to the computer area where I sit on the chair and he sits/leans onto the console next to it with the back of the chair facing him.

"I...I knew you or someone else would be here at some point to try to talk to me, to...try and help me with what I am going through.

"I...I--I don't think this is something I'm going to pull out of...I...I can't...trust...my mind...anymore..."

Something was wrong.

Bruce wasnt speaking normally.

He was.....stuttering.Almost like he was afraid of something.

Himself,maybe?

Was he afraid of his own behavior back at The Clocktower?

Either way,this wasnt normal.Bruce Wayne,in all the years Dick knew him,NEVER showed signs of fear.

Nightwing stood beside him,Curious.

"Bruce.....Whats wrong?"

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

Something was wrong.

Bruce wasnt speaking normally.

He was.....stuttering.Almost like he was afraid of something.

Himself,maybe?

Was he afraid of his own behavior back at The Clocktower?

Either way,this wasnt normal.Bruce Wayne,in all the years Dick knew him,NEVER showed signs of fear.

Nightwing stood beside him,Curious.

"Bruce.....Whats wrong?"

This was a discussion I didn't want to get into. Dick has and always will be like the son I never had, and father's...generally don't like to admit to their sons, who if the man in question is a good father sees them highly, their mistakes.

I wonder for a moment if I was a good father to Dick. Was I right all those years ago when I let the boy dress up like a walking traffic light and fight along-side me? I can't stop to think of that now, I have to explain to Dick what happened, no matter how much I don't want to.

"Dick..." I know that I'm studdering, but I can't help it for the life of me... "the reason why I wasn't around for the past few weeks...I...I went through a nervous breakdown. To put bluntly, Joker wasn't the only one I nearly killed the past two weeks.

"Right after I finished with some League business, I found that Nygma was poisoning the Metropolis water supply. Damn near killed a quarter of the city. I put a stop to it and I found him in a werehouse. When I saw him there, gloating in his genocide...I snapped. I nearly killed him, Dick. I was breaking bones and making cuts and hitting nerves to make the pain worse and the most sickening part was...was that I was enjoying it. I eventually saw what I was doing and stopped. I came back here and I went through...insanity.

"My mind was split, caught in a war between what called themselves The Bat and The Man. The Bat...the one who stomped on Nygma's throat just to hear his beath start to rag...nearly killed Alfred, nearly killed Barbra, he even nearly killed J'onn, who was called in by Barbra to help. J'onn may have gotten my mind to stop it's fight, and put my halves whole, but...it's just a cover-up, like band-aid to a gunshot wound.

"I...I can't trust myself anymore. I'm going insane, there's no way around it. I...I don't want to hurt any of you anymore. I just...I just want this all to just STOP. I...I just can't trust my mind. I can't trust myself anymore..."

Finishing, I notice wet stains on my cheeks. Whether it's from my trauma, or sharing said trauma to Dick, I'm not sure...

 

[Spike_x1]

The Joker was treated for his extensive injuries, then strapped into a straightjacket and sent into triple lockdown.
The psychiatrists didn't know what to do with him. Joker had killed the only doctor besides Harley who hadn't been afraid to talk to him. This was oddly comforting.

Joker let out a small laugh, "It's good to be home."

 

[Batman]

Dick was....in a word....speechless.

This was probably the fifth or sixth time that its happened in the past 24 hours.

The way he spoke of "The Bat" and "The Man" was like He didnt know who he really was.

Throughout the years,He had spoke of Batman and Bruce Wayne being different,and had,on occasion,spoke of them in the third person.But this wasnt the same.

Dick always sensed that,even when he spoke of them in the third person,he still knew he was BOTH Bruce and Batman.

Unless he spoke of the Bruce that everyone else knew......The playboy.That Bruce wasnt really him.That was just......a mask.Even more of a mask than his ACTUAL Batman mask.It was like he was putting on a disguise when he went into the public.

Dick had suspected that Bruce did this so he could avoid suspicion of being Batman.

But through it all,it seemed that Bruce did know where he stood.It seemed that he had control over all of his indentities as Bruce Wayne,the TRUE Bruce Wayne,and Batman.Like he knew he was ALL of them,and not just one.

But now,He seemed that he was losing control of them.

WHY he was losing control was the real question.

Was it due to him trying to control them for so long?

Dick contemplated all of this through his head.It was mind boggling,and Dick was starting to get a headache from it,but he had to try to understand what Bruce was going through.

But the truth was.....Dick WOULDNT know what Bruce was going through.

He always knew that he was Dick Grayson.

Nightwing and Robin were just a way to hide his true identity,to protect himself and the people he cared for,mainly Bruce,Alfred,and Barbara.

But Dick Grayson was who he was.He never had to balance his other identities out.

But Bruce always did.It was like,in his mind,he was always fighting a war with his three identities,and it would always come to a draw.

But now,there was going to be a winner.

If Bruce didnt get help soon,He'd probably cease to be one of them,and live the rest of his life as the other.

He didnt know what to say.......like when Barbara revealed that she was going to walk again.

But that was because he was in shock......THIS was because he was confused.

"Bruce..."

He wasnt sure what he was saying,but at least he was saying something.

"....I know you MAY have had thoughts like that,and that you may have wanted to kill them.

But you DIDNT.That has to be SOME indication that your still sane.....and that theres a way to avoid you becoming insane.............right?"

 

[Batman]

OOC:Just to be clear,is it "studdering" or "stuttering"?

Cause I think I spelled it incorrectly.....

 

[THRAKA-DOOM!]

OOC: Redrose, fear no more... Althrough it's pretty tough for me to play 2 rpgs at once...
Promtheus sits at a desk, fiddling with a glowing greensuit with a lantern emblem on it. He takes a small makeshift scanner off of his desk. Numbers and divisions and frequencys light up a computer screen.
"Alright, there's the Kryptonite, now how's about the copy...."
He activates his helment mentaly to start shooting a radio freqency. He held the helment up to the scanner.
The reading was the same as before.
Prometheus smiled. Then he heard something that he never expected to hear in the Ghost Zone. He donned his helment and walked out of his door. Out of his crooked house.
"You, in the spandex... have I seen you before?"
Prometheus looks at Zoom, floating in Prometheus's dimension.
"Come inside here, we should talk, Zoom. And I should like to know what you're doing in my dimension."

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

Dick was....in a word....speechless.

This was probably the fifth or sixth time that its happened in the past 24 hours.

The way he spoke of "The Bat" and "The Man" was like He didnt know who he really was.

Throughout the years,He had spoke of Batman and Bruce Wayne being different,and had,on occasion,spoke of them in the third person.But this wasnt the same.

Dick always sensed that,even when he spoke of them in the third person,he still knew he was BOTH Bruce and Batman.

Unless he spoke of the Bruce that everyone else knew......The playboy.That Bruce wasnt really him.That was just......a mask.Even more of a mask than his ACTUAL Batman mask.It was like he was putting on a disguise when he went into the public.

Dick had suspected that Bruce did this so he could avoid suspicion of being Batman.

But through it all,it seemed that Bruce did know where he stood.It seemed that he had control over all of his indentities as Bruce Wayne,the TRUE Bruce Wayne,and Batman.Like he knew he was ALL of them,and not just one.

But now,He seemed that he was losing control of them.

WHY he was losing control was the real question.

Was it due to him trying to control them for so long?

Dick contemplated all of this through his head.It was mind boggling,and Dick was starting to get a headache from it,but he had to try to understand what Bruce was going through.

But the truth was.....Dick WOULDNT know what Bruce was going through.

He always knew that he was Dick Grayson.

Nightwing and Robin were just a way to hide his true identity,to protect himself and the people he cared for,mainly Bruce,Alfred,and Barbara.

But Dick Grayson was who he was.He never had to balance his other identities out.

But Bruce always did.It was like,in his mind,he was always fighting a war with his three identities,and it would always come to a draw.

But now,there was going to be a winner.

If Bruce didnt get help soon,He'd probably cease to be one of them,and live the rest of his life as the other.

He didnt know what to say.......like when Barbara revealed that she was going to walk again.

But that was because he was in shock......THIS was because he was confused.

"Bruce..."

He wasnt sure what he was saying,but at least he was saying something.

"....I know you MAY have had thoughts like that,and that you may have wanted to kill them.

But you DIDNT.That has to be SOME indication that your still sane.....and that theres a way to avoid you becoming insane.............right?"

"I...I suppose. I'm not completely beaten yet, but I can feel the termoil in the back of my mind. It's just...I'm...God, I'm afraid.

"It's not even if one night I kill Nygma or Joker, what really scares me is...if I got so far down...would I hurt any of you? If I hurt any of you...I don't know what I'd do, I'm not even sure I could...stay here...alive...if that happened."

 

[SuperFerret]

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?"

OOC: Sorry, I took so long to respond, my computer's on the fritz, so it's hard to do anything.

Superman barely heard Oracle's request. It was amazing considering that he had actually heard the radio transmission with his own ears, but for him it was garbled. "Super###? Ora### ##re.Do ### mind dr##ping ## ### a visit?" He sighed, he still hadn't regained his total power from his battle with Parasite, but while he couldn't make out the words she spoke, Oracle's tone of voice spoke volumes. She was shaken, badly. Coupled with the fact that she was calling him, and not Bruce, made Superman shudder. Faster than most fighter jets can move, but still slower than usual, he flew to the Clock Tower in Gotham City, the base of operations for Oracle.

Being polite, Superman knocked lightly on the window.
"Oracle? Barbara? Is everything alright?"

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barbara Gordon


I am slightley startled at the sight of the Man of Steel floating outside the window of my apartment which is still intact. I wheel next to the window and open it.He steps inside and teh amazement etched across his face is obvious, "Yeah...There is a lot of explaining to do...But Bruce wouldn't appreciate me telling you the details...you know? Batman...is out for a while...and Gotham of course is in need of a guardian.Do you think you can you know...help around Robin and Nightwing?"

 

[SuperFerret]

IC:Barbara Gordon


I am slightley startled at the sight of the Man of Steel floating outside the window of my apartment which is still intact. I wheel next to the window and open it.He steps inside and teh amazement etched across his face is obvious, "Yeah...There is a lot of explaining to do...But Bruce wouldn't appreciate me telling you the details...you know? Batman...is out for a while...and Gotham of course is in need of a guardian.Do you think you can you know...help around Robin and Nightwing?"

"Of course," Superman said, forcing himself to smile, "although I'll have to warn you, I have a dendancy to destroy property when I help people." He reflected on the demolished Metropolis, but made light of his recent struggle to ease Barbara. She had met Superman on numerous occasions, but he was well aware on the effect his mere presence had on others. In fact, out of all the humans he had met, only four were completely unfazed by Superman; Lois, his parents, and Bruce.

"You said there was alot of explaining to do," he began, but was cut off abruptly by a fit of violent coughs that shook his body to it's core. Out of the corner of his eye, Superman saw Barbara's face become a mixture of terror and concern. He waved out his hand, warning her off, afraid that his strength might accidently hurt her.

After only a few seconds, he regained his composure, and looked sheepishly at Oracle, his eyes tearing freely. "I'm okay." he croaked.

 

[Phantasm]

IC:Barb Gordon

I manage a wry smile at his attempt to feign his being 'okay'. "Well, I suppose the man of steel is a little bit lacking in the pretense department, huh?" I usher him inside the mess of a place this has become and gesture him to take a seat on the couch. I turn around, go to the kitchen and return with a full glass of water, "Here." I realise the futility of the gesture...but...how would you treat a wounded Superman? I doubt even Alfred had the answers to this one. After he takes it, I run a hand through my hair, "I'm sorry about the Parasite incident...It must have been hard..."

 

[SuperFerret]

IC:Barb Gordon

I manage a wry smile at his attempt to feign his being 'okay'. "Well, I suppose the man of steel is a little bit lacking in the pretense department, huh?" I usher him inside the mess of a place this has become and gesture him to take a seat on the couch. I turn around, go to the kitchen and return with a full glass of water, "Here." I realise the futility of the gesture...but...how would you treat a wounded Superman? I doubt even Alfred had the answers to this one. After he takes it, I run a hand through my hair, "I'm sorry about the Parasite incident...It must have been hard..."

"Thank you."
Superman downed the glass of water with one gulp, and placed it on the coffee table, making sure a coaster was underneath.
"And yes, the fight with Parasite was.... difficult."

A minute passed in silence.

"He killed my wife." Clark blurted out suddenly, "Parasite. And the Joker." And he told Barbara the whole story, including every detail. After he was done, Clark tried to apologise for making Barbara uncomfortable in her own home. He was surprised by what he had done, and he finally understood why Bruce, the most suspicious person he's ever met, trusted Barbara with so much.

 

[RoseRedStrauss]

OOC: Redrose, fear no more... Althrough it's pretty tough for me to play 2 rpgs at once...
Promtheus sits at a desk, fiddling with a glowing greensuit with a lantern emblem on it. He takes a small makeshift scanner off of his desk. Numbers and divisions and frequencys light up a computer screen.
"Alright, there's the Kryptonite, now how's about the copy...."
He activates his helment mentaly to start shooting a radio freqency. He held the helment up to the scanner.
The reading was the same as before.
Prometheus smiled. Then he heard something that he never expected to hear in the Ghost Zone. He donned his helment and walked out of his door. Out of his crooked house.
"You, in the spandex... have I seen you before?"
Prometheus looks at Zoom, floating in Prometheus's dimension.
"Come inside here, we should talk, Zoom. And I should like to know what you're doing in my dimension."

*Zoom hear's the invitation and thinks to himself.*

'A crooked house in the middle of nowhere...Have I seen that man before...'

*He makes his way over to the house and the man in the helmet introduced himself as Prometheus. Zolomon accepts the invitation and they both step into the hut/shack/house/living space.*

::Time Passes and Hunter tells his story::

"...and then I got hurled into another dimension, and have now made my way to your...home?"

*He then looks around the house.*

"So what are you doing here? and speaking of which, can you get back? I have a thing or two with Batman's sidekick the Boy Blunder."

 

[PFunk2]

OOC: At this point this part of the John story line now synics in with present time. As this BBC report is now seen by everyone worldwide (how everyone reacts to this is up to them). Though I had to rush this a bit since I'm pressed for time so I appologize in advance.

"This is Tamura Ono of BBC in Dafur Africa."

The screen of the TV shows a pretty indian reporter with the Sudan in the background.

"What a differance two weeks makes in the Sudan. The genocidal killing between the tribes has all but stopped. The leaders of a various tribes are now in the finial stages of peace talks. And a Pan African milititary force is now keeping the order."

"As she goes on corner picks show changing images of first dying bodies, then tribal rulers at a peace table, then ending with african military troops being lead by John.

"All thanks in part to a hero who, after years of not being heard from has returned to the scene. John Stewart, Green Lantern. Thanks for taking the time to speak with us Mr. Stewart. You're a hard man to get in touch with."

The cameria pans over to John Stewart

"Good day Ms. Ono. Well I been kinda busy and to be honest doing interviews with the press isn't exactly style."

"Understandable. Everyone wants to know is what made you step into dealing with the Sudan situation."

"Simple. When you have genocide going on at this scale some has to step in and end it."

"And you decided that someone was you?"

"Well it looked like no one else was steping up to the table. And protecting the earth from those that harm it sometimes means dealing with internal homegrown threats like this.

"I see. But why did you get the africans themselves into it. Why didn't you just go in and beat everyone heads in yourself.

"Stopping the genocidal acts myself works. But that is only a short term solution. The long term solution is to get the people in the region themselves to do the heavy lifting."

"That's an interresting notion."

"Not really. The will, and the people who want to do just that exist. All I did was help push along by providing intial leadership to the Pan Affican military forces. Making sure those who commited the genocidal acts were arrested. And encoraging the tribal heads to agree to peace talks."

"I see. Well thanks for the talk John."

"Now problem Ms. Ono"

And on that note the camera pans to John flying off into the sunset.

"And that ends this segment. This is Tamura Ono of BBC in Dafur Africa."