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

[Phantasm]

IC:Barbara Gordon

What is it with these two and Tim.I want to ask what did he want Tim for but decide against it, "Let me see..." I wheel back towards the console as Batman and Nightwing follow me. As Gotham's map display's on the screen I activate the tracer embedded in Robin's costume and show them the address.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

I look to the computer screen to figure out the coordinates are. I note it and I switch gears--

"There's something else you need to know."

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The Red Hood takes to the rooftops. He was on a mission. He planed to destroy The Batman once and for all. He will not let anyone get in his way.

It was then that he noticed something in the alleys. Two street rats: dumb goth kids looking to steal money from the citizens of Gotham--they were abducting a 30 year-old woman.

The Red Hood may be on a mission, but he was also a "concerned citizen."

He leaps down and lands right on one of the punks head, squishing it under his steel-toe boots. He first glances at the woman he saved.

"Go home."

She flees, and he glances at the street thug. He eyes his caught prey: definately a goth, with black spiked hair, black jeans and t-shirt, pale white and a leather black trenchcoat.

"I like that coat you're wearing."

"What the fu--AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Those where the street punks last words as the Red Hood snaped his neck, twisting it to the back and back to the front in a complete 360 degrees. In a flash he turns the street punk around the grab the coat and as soon as the Red Hood got it on the body was still up and he gave the carcus a roundhouse kick to the oppisate wall. The body slumped to the ground, never to be picked up on it's own ever again.

"That's better. Next stop...The Clocktower..."

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"He called himself The Red Hood."

I am explaining to Dick and Barbra about the message I had found on the Batcomputer.

"He had this mask, skeletal, almost, crimson red--here, you should see it for yourself." With that, I pull the disk out of my ultility belt and put it in the computer. In a moment, the document plays.

"This has taken up highest athority. You two should probably do as best as you can to contact anybody else you know to watch themselves. If he knew my idenity, it would be easy to find out yours as well. I'm going to find Tim."

 

[SuperFerret]

OOC: Now that my Hatter arc is over I'm going to wait for SuperFerret to show up so I can get started on a more personal one

OOC: Ah, the perils of being Superman, everybody wants me for something. As of right now, Clark's in the alley waiting for an encounter with the Joker. I'm pretty much stuck until Spike does something.

 

[Supergirl]

OOC: Ah, the perils of being Superman, everybody wants me for something. As of right now, Clark's in the alley waiting for an encounter with the Joker. I'm pretty much stuck until Spike does something.

OOC: Yeah I understand, I may just do some character development while you two tango

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: After reading today's issue of Superman/Batman I feel a little redundant, considering the real version of the new Kara stood down Batman, fought Ivy (my first kiss .) and Harley. But it does prove that I know where the cave is and have access to the Oracle database And also that I may be more powerful than Clark

OOC: More powerful than Superman, huh? I'll keep that in mind when I switch back to being the Parasite.

 

[Supergirl]

OOC: Well would you post as Joker so Supes can manhandle ya?

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: Before I do anything further, I want to know if Superman is still in the middle of the joker gas. If he is, should it affect him the way Scarecrow's toxins did because of Clark's current weakness?

 

[twylight]

OOC POST

If I killed Wonder Women all hell breaks loose.

No.....Batman doesn't kill...so for his 'apprentice' to is...Blasphemy!
Dinah will tan yer hide when she get's back...

OOC: Looks like Twy has her game face on. Nice post. And while I think killing Ivy was out of charcter, RTB's posting is WAY improving. Setting scenery and lighting...making things real to the reader. Keep it up...and you know Bruce is gonna fire you!!! heh.


IC: Digger finished his dessert and was stuffed. Since there was no TV on the patio, he gathered his drinks and moved inside to the bar. As he downed his drinks he ordered up a Foster's and asked the bartender to turn the TV to an English news channel. A man of his position in life needed to keep up on events. He was, after all, a professional.

CNN News reporting: ...and in Gotham City, there seems to be trouble, as most of the inmates incarcerated at famed Arkham Asylum have escaped...One section of the city has already been frozen by the criminal genius/scientist, Mr. Freeze, while another section was overtaken by abnormally large and aggressive plant life...However, both of those situations seem to be under control, as Supergirl has been seen thawing the frozen parts of Gotham with the aid of Nightwing, and the plant activity seems to have stopped once Batman and Robin were spotted at the scene...Also, another of the escapee's, Killer Croc, was turned over to authorities by none other than Superman himself...Yes, the World's Greatest Hero is helping out in Gotham City and the citizens are expressing their gratitude for Earth's champion coming to protect their fair city..."Superman's presence makes us all feel safer," said Edna Proctor, a shopkeeper..."Yo, havin Big Blue on the scene is dope," says Zeke 'Z' Washington, rapper......In other news...Violence is once more erupting in Africa's Nigeria...after the region declared a temporary peace, and began delivering much needed food and medical supplies, Warlords and politicians alike seem to be taking advantage of care packages sent to the region, and are using them to increase personal power....More after this....

Digger absorbed all this and smiled. 'The more things change, the more they stay the same,' he thought, 'at least I know that 'Bruce' is too busy to worry about 'ol Digger...heh.' Next up for CNN was sports news. Digger didn't have any money on the games and wasn't interested, so he went back to studying his tour pamphlet.

'See natural wild animals in their own habitat...experience the majestic beauty of Old Africa...encounter and interact with Native tribes...Call TWYLIGHT TOURS NOW! for reservations...555-3847. Ask for Tina.'

'Twylight Tours, eh? Sounds like a right pleasant outfit. I'm sold,' he had decided.

He ordered another Foster's and made a call for reservations. They had a tour leaving the following day and he asked to be booked. He was advised to bring along full camping gear, rain gear, and a whole slew of other items. Total cost of the trip: $ 299.00. He was sold.

Digger finished his drinks and headed out for some shopping. Yessir, ol' Digger was gonna be a poacher...and if his fellow travellers and guides got in his way...too bad for them.

TO BE CONTINUED...........



OOC: 'Twylight Tours'...LOL....couldn't resist that one. Bwa-hahahahahaha

HAhaha, Well..I did grant you the bird in mine... Mine was more subtle though.

OOC: Well yeah, but it's HOW we manage to divide time between our careers and Justice League duty... it's kinda inevitable...

EXACTLY..character depth.

 

[nixonbat]

Digger checked into his new suite. He had stayed in Marriott's the world over and had always found his stay to be pleasant enough. He immediately cranked the AC up to full blast to take the heat of the day off of himself. As the room cooled to a nicer, more comforatble, level, Digger went about the task of performing an inventory of the days' purchases and organizing the gear to get ready for packing. After all, he met with his tour group at noon the next day and he wanted his evening free to relax and mentally prepare himself.

Once his gear was sorted to his satisfaction, he decided to take a soak in his room's jacuzzi. He entered the spacious bathroom and grinned when he saw the size of it. There was even a TV/stereo console built into the wall next to the spa. He turned the faucet to fill the tub and then turned on some music. He fiddled with the tuner until he found an old 80's station. 'Roxanne' by The Police was playing. Digger loved that old 80's sound. He disrobed and edged himself slowly down into the warm and relaxing water. A commercial was playing as he turned off the water and activated the soothing jets. Easing back against a pleasant water-jet, he closed his eyes. The commercial ended and Men at Work began to come out of the speakers. It was playing the song 'Down Under.' He immediately thought of home, and smiled.

Half an hour later, he climbed out of the spa and pulled the chain so the water could drain out. The bathroom was smoky with hot steam and Digger felt more relaxed than he had in quite some time. He grabbed a nice, thick hotel bathrobe and exited the bathroom into the icy air-conditioned chill of his suite. It felt good to him. He considered a nap, but his stomach had its' own ideas. He slowly dressed himself and thought about buying a new suit after his safari. Once dressed, he exited his room and climbed on the elevator.

It was a few minutes after 7, and the hotel restaurant was full of activity. Digger chose the quieter comfort of eating in the bar/lounge. There was a piano player playing what Digger recognized to be an old Carpenter's song. He approached and dropped $5 in the man's tip glass and requested some Elton John, he then sauntered over to the bar and ordered a double Margarita and a Cuban cigar. Africa doesn't have trade embargoes against Castro, so Digger firgured he'd indulge himself. He was lighting up the flavorful Cuban tobacco as the piano man began the openeing strains of 'Crocodile Rock.'

It was a pleasant evening and Digger was looking forward to the next days outing. He reached for a menu, and pondered what to have for dinner.


TO BE CONTINUED.....


OOC: These last two posts make me feel like I'M the one on vacation...lol.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Luthor was on the steps of the Captial Building when several reporters approached him asking him about his pardon.

~~"Mr. Luthor now that you have been pardoned what are your plans?"~~

Luthor replied, "I will continue living my life helping Metropolis & the world-wide community however I can."

~~"How do you feel you can best do that? Is there another White House run in your future?"~~

Luthor chuckled, "I will use my foundation and other resources at my disposal. As far as another White House run goes....never say never. Now if you all will excuse me I have an appointment with Senator Keating."

Luthor goes into the Capital Building as the reporters continue shouting questions at him.

 

[twylight]

Digger checked into his new suite. He had stayed in Marriott's the world over and had always found his stay to be pleasant enough. He immediately cranked the AC up to full blast to take the heat of the day off of himself. As the room cooled to a nicer, more comforatble, level, Digger went about the task of performing an inventory of the days' purchases and organizing the gear to get ready for packing. After all, he met with his tour group at noon the next day and he wanted his evening free to relax and mentally prepare himself.

Once his gear was sorted to his satisfaction, he decided to take a soak in his room's jacuzzi. He entered the spacious bathroom and grinned when he saw the size of it. There was even a TV/stereo console built into the wall next to the spa. He turned the faucet to fill the tub and then turned on some music. He fiddled with the tuner until he found an old 80's station. 'Roxanne' by The Police was playing. Digger loved that old 80's sound. He disrobed and edged himself slowly down into the warm and relaxing water. A commercial was playing as he turned off the water and activated the soothing jets. Easing back against a pleasant water-jet, he closed his eyes. The commercial ended and Men at Work began to come out of the speakers. It was playing the song 'Down Under.' He immediately thought of home, and smiled.

Half an hour later, he climbed out of the spa and pulled the chain so the water could drain out. The bathroom was smoky with hot steam and Digger felt more relaxed than he had in quite some time. He grabbed a nice, thick hotel bathrobe and exited the bathroom into the icy air-conditioned chill of his suite. It felt good to him. He considered a nap, but his stomach had its' own ideas. He slowly dressed himself and thought about buying a new suit after his safari. Once dressed, he exited his room and climbed on the elevator.

It was a few minutes after 7, and the hotel restaurant was full of activity. Digger chose the quieter comfort of eating in the bar/lounge. There was a piano player playing what Digger recognized to be an old Carpenter's song. He approached and dropped $5 in the man's tip glass and requested some Elton John, he then sauntered over to the bar and ordered a double Margarita and a Cuban cigar. Africa doesn't have trade embargoes against Castro, so Digger firgured he'd indulge himself. He was lighting up the flavorful Cuban tobacco as the piano man began the openeing strains of 'Crocodile Rock.'

It was a pleasant evening and Digger was looking forward to the next days outing. He reached for a menu, and pondered what to have for dinner.


TO BE CONTINUED.....


OOC: These last two posts make me feel like I'M the one on vacation...lol.

OOC: Where are you? No longer in the same town? Was I getting too close?

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: LOL..same city...leaving you a trail that Ray Charles could track...heh. Just moving about as a paranoid supervillain with Interpol warrants would do... you previous post of researching my whereabouts should lead you right to me. Then again, maybe I'm playing hard to get...heh. It's my job...I'm a SUPERvillain.

 

[twylight]

Picture case hit the bed with a little barely discernable ‘thud’, followed by the squeaking of mattress springs as Dinah hit the bed a second later. Laying on her stomach she looked out the window. Dusk was just falling.

She had gone around the site at WayneTech looking at the rubble that was left. They had already started repairing the area, Dinah looked at it from several views, photographing everything.
Rousing herself she sat up and tucked her legs under her as she spread the photo’s out. Separating her ‘tourist’ photo’s from her ‘work’ photo’s. Shuffling through them she’d pause every once in a while studying the photo’s. The man was good with explosives, she’d give him that, but nothing else of course.

Looking out the window she stared blankly at the Hotel across the way, flipping a photo absently.

Why would he ‘bomb’ a place, didn’t seem his style. Then the most important question came up, again, was he still here?

Glancing at the photo’s again she stacked them back up and went to change her clothes. A dinner out and then a little bar action.

Her new little motorcycle had performed well for being so old. But it was an open air vehicle, so a shower seemed like a good idea to start the evening. Walking past the small scarred dresser she noticed her comm. She hadn’t taken it with her today. She hesitated if Babs tried to contact her...it would have to wait till morning. Now was time for a little more recon.

Half an hour later Dinah emerged from her sorry excuse for a hotel. Having chosen a classic little black dress, that ended in a flirty little ruffle just above the knee and strappy black heels. She had pulled her long blonde hair up in a elegant French twist, allowing a few chosen tendrils to hang lose in slight curls. A pair of chandelier earrings set off her shapely neck.

Walking across the street she entered the hotel and walked towards the Dining area.
She had watched the people entering the hotel a little the last evening and had gathered that this was the fanciest an most upscale place to eat in town. Not to mention the hotel was touted as a ‘Resort’ for people from around WayneTech to stay. The claim wasn’t far off. Casually glancing around she studied the patron’s, she was satisfied to see she was neither underdressed nor over dressed. It was an upscale joint, it didn’t rival some places she had been but for this town it was ritzy, at least in the evenings.
She approached a dark skinned man she assumed was a cross between a Maitre'D and a host.
“I’d like a table for one please?”
He nodded “This way ma’am.” in a perfect French accent she guessed was genuine. He motioned her to follow him. Clasping her black clutch bag in her hand she followed his tuxedo’s form to a corner table.
“Is this satisfactory?”

Dinah nodded smiling “Yes, very, thank you.” as he seated her. Handing her a menu he politely told her of the chief’s special.
Shaking her head she order the Crab.

It was an enjoyable meal quiet and non assuming. She had grown accustomed to dining alone.

After it was over she walked over to front desk of the hotel and asked for them to hold her clutch, before walking to the lounge.
Several people were standing around the bar, and a few other men were either subtly flirting with the few women who were there, or reading newspapers.
A Pianist in the background caressed the chords of an old 50’s jazz song.

Ordering a light drink Dinah seated herself in a large burgundy club chair. It didn’t take long before she noticed a very nice looking thirtish man walking towards her. Dinah smiled.

 

[nixonbat]

“This way ma’am.” in a perfect French accent she guessed was genuine. .[/QUOTE

OOC: That line right there confirms all my hopes and dreams. You GET IT Twy. You GET IT. Of course you realize I am no longer at that hotel, but your detective skills will lead you to me. I am thrilled at your attention to detail. It's all UPHILL from here...and we should have it done all on schedule. I'm WAY excited. ...and you're TOAST!!!! heh. Cya on safari.

 

[twylight]

“This way ma’am.” in a perfect French accent she guessed was genuine. .

OOC: That line right there confirms all my hopes and dreams. You GET IT Twy. You GET IT. Of course you realize I am no longer at that hotel, but your detective skills will lead you to me. I am thrilled at your attention to detail. It's all UPHILL from here...and we should have it done all on schedule. I'm WAY excited. ...and you're TOAST!!!! heh. Cya on safari.

OOC: Thank you, I figured you'd catch that...it's been alot of fun..but right now she's writing herself.

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: Thank you, I figured you'd catch that...it's been alot of fun..but right now she's writing herself.[/QUOTE


OOC: "Writing herself??!! That's my line, you plagarist!!!! LOL

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: Still, the French restaurant wasn't at a hotel I stayed at, it was just a roadside Bistro. Details...that's why I get the BIG bucks for RPing. Wait...I don't get paid at all...batnkevlar...we need to talk.....lol

 

[Spike_x1]

Digger checked into his new suite. He had stayed in Marriott's the world over and had always found his stay to be pleasant enough. He immediately cranked the AC up to full blast to take the heat of the day off of himself. As the room cooled to a nicer, more comforatble, level, Digger went about the task of performing an inventory of the days' purchases and organizing the gear to get ready for packing. After all, he met with his tour group at noon the next day and he wanted his evening free to relax and mentally prepare himself.

Once his gear was sorted to his satisfaction, he decided to take a soak in his room's jacuzzi. He entered the spacious bathroom and grinned when he saw the size of it. There was even a TV/stereo console built into the wall next to the spa. He turned the faucet to fill the tub and then turned on some music. He fiddled with the tuner until he found an old 80's station. 'Roxanne' by The Police was playing. Digger loved that old 80's sound. He disrobed and edged himself slowly down into the warm and relaxing water. A commercial was playing as he turned off the water and activated the soothing jets. Easing back against a pleasant water-jet, he closed his eyes. The commercial ended and Men at Work began to come out of the speakers. It was playing the song 'Down Under.' He immediately thought of home, and smiled.

Half an hour later, he climbed out of the spa and pulled the chain so the water could drain out. The bathroom was smoky with hot steam and Digger felt more relaxed than he had in quite some time. He grabbed a nice, thick hotel bathrobe and exited the bathroom into the icy air-conditioned chill of his suite. It felt good to him. He considered a nap, but his stomach had its' own ideas. He slowly dressed himself and thought about buying a new suit after his safari. Once dressed, he exited his room and climbed on the elevator.

It was a few minutes after 7, and the hotel restaurant was full of activity. Digger chose the quieter comfort of eating in the bar/lounge. There was a piano player playing what Digger recognized to be an old Carpenter's song. He approached and dropped $5 in the man's tip glass and requested some Elton John, he then sauntered over to the bar and ordered a double Margarita and a Cuban cigar. Africa doesn't have trade embargoes against Castro, so Digger firgured he'd indulge himself. He was lighting up the flavorful Cuban tobacco as the piano man began the openeing strains of 'Crocodile Rock.'

It was a pleasant evening and Digger was looking forward to the next days outing. He reached for a menu, and pondered what to have for dinner.


TO BE CONTINUED.....


OOC: These last two posts make me feel like I'M the one on vacation...lol.

OOC: That's some damn fine taste in music ya got there.

Anyways, I'm going to continue with Joker now. I'll let Ferret decide whether or not he's affected by the joker gas.

 

[Spike_x1]

Watching from a nearby apartment, Joker saw Harley taken away by Batman while Superman stepped between them and the gas his henchmidgets were pumping into the alley.
Joker snapped his fingers in frustration. He was not in the mood for games. A child would not be permitted in the Joker's life. Ever since Jeanie lost her life while preparing to take care of their first born, Joker felt like he'd puke at the very prospect of raising a child.

And then he did puke.

Wiping away the bile residue from his mouth, Joker left the apartment to try to find a clue to where Harley might go next.

 

[Phantasm]

OOC:A Robin Post anytime soon would be beneficial to ALL in the RPG!!

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

I swing across the city in a single-minded purpose. Granted, I always do so in a single-minded purpose, but tonight is slightly different. I need to find Tim Drake. I need to find Robin. If this "Red Hood" character knows who I am, then he might be in danger. ...I can't lose someone else like that. Not after Jason. I will find Tim, and I will take down Red Hood if he threatens my people. If he harms any of them, not a force on heaven or on Earth will stop me...

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The Red Hood jumps across the buildings of Gotham City, on a single-minded purpose: To kill The Batman. The Batman made him into who he have become, and he will pay with his blood...the glorious red blood... he will find The Batman, and not a force on Heaven or on Earth will stop him.

That is when he sees him--The Batman. Swinging through the sky, trying in his small way to make himself higher than he truely is--trying to fly. He's most definately looking for Tim Drake, but he will be disapointed: Tim Drake is dead. He may be alive in body, but he might as well be dead, nothing more than a shell.

The Red Hood slips into the shadows, waiting for where The Batman is going. He at first decides that now is the time, now is the time to end The Batman's frail life, but decides not to. He will follow The Batman. He will follow The Batman, savoring the thrill of not being able to be caught in The Batman's pupil-less stare, to wallow in the pleasure of throwing The Batman into suprise, to let the hunt go as long as it can before the final blow can be delivered, squising every last drop of the hunt until the fight can begin.

He will follow The Batman.

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC:A Robin Post anytime soon would be beneficial to ALL in the RPG!!

OOC: Indeed.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

I land on the ground to Robin's corrordince. I scan the area and find nothing.

"Robin?"

Nothing.

"Robin!"

Still nothing.

I search and search until I find it--something I feared I might find: Tim's Robin uniform...without Tim in it. I open up my comm.

"Oracle. Bring Nightwing, Superman, and Supergirl. I found Tim's tracer and he isn't here. We need to fan out and search for him. Tell them to meet me here so we can organize the search."

I quickly crotch down and scoop up the garmet. God, not again. Please don't let him be dead...

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The Batman has made it to his destination under the chase of the Red Hood. The Batman is starting to understand what has happened--he does not see the whole picture yet, but he is starting to see.

The Red Hood hears The Batman calling his "family" to help in the search of Robin. The poor, dumb, fool. He is right under his nose and he cannot see. Surely he couldn't see the anger, the fury, that radiated off? The man has now become as blind as a bat. That is why The Batman must die, else his incompetence will kill someone else.

It is now time for The Batman to pay.

The Red Hood jumps down and hits the ground in silence, he then drop-kicks The Batman's hunched back, he turns around and sees his true enemy: The Red Hood.

"Good evening, Batman. Good evening, Bruce Wayne. It is time for both of you to die."

 

[Phantasm]

OOCh My! That was a great post!!!Poor Timmy!Is he dead?!
ICrb Gordon

Batman's urgent voice erupts through my ears. I know that tone of his;something is wrong...very wrong. Clenching my fist I connect to both Superman and Supergirl, "Batman needs to see you imeadiately.Stop whatever you are doing, meet him at this location." I send them the information to the place.

I look at Tim's tracer and notice it is where Batman currently is...Oh God...Bruce sounded terribly upset...He wouldn't have done so if Tim was found...whole and alright-

The scraping of metal leg of the chair makes me realize Dick is still here.He sits down next to me, staring at the glaring screen which throws ominent shadows across his face,creased with apprehension.

"Batman wants you there too." tell him, biting back the urge to lash out at him. Tim was probably somewhere-in a bad condition or worse and the last thing he had said about him was he could be a murderer.And it just made things worse that there was nothing I could do to help him...in any way at the moment except sit here in this metal chair fighting back the urge to ask too much information from Batman.Information that I may not be able to handle...

 

[SuperFerret]

"Batman needs to see you immediately.Stop whatever you are doing, meet him at this location." came the transmission from Oracle.

One second, Clark thought.

A quick scan of the area using his X-Ray vision confirmed that the Joker had left the area. But, what to do with the gas, Superman couldn't just let it spread through the city on the wind. Then an idea popped into his head, he began to spin, faster and faster, moving upwards as he did so. Sure enough the gas was whipped up into his wake as he climbed up into the atmosphere. Once he was high enough, Superman flew underneath the gas, and blew it further upwards, towards the ozone layer. With luck the gas will either dissipate or burn up in the ozone.

Superman then zipped to where Batman was, though all of this extertion winded him considerably. "Batman, what's happened?" was all he was able to get out between pants.