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

OOC:Wait,Isn't Harley Quinn in the Batcave?!Can't she see Batman bleeding to death!?
Someone's gotta save my Batsy from dying!!!:(
 
"Now to get foreward with our lives."

Knowing Bruce he might as well kill himself.

Red Hood walked down to the Club 22 one of Routh's fronts for crime. He needed some local backing to be able to acomplish his goal. He gave a slight knock on the door.

"Password." said a grunt with an Irish accent.

"Rubies."

The door opened and revealed a average looking man wearing stained trousers and a white tee. I went into the dimly lit bar and sat down. A gruff looking man who looked like he was on crack came up to me.

"What do you want a shot of?"

"Whisky."

He went on to do my drink while I lended my ears to the hot music of Green Day. My whisky was served to me. I drank it in a gulp.

"Routh?"

"Through the crowd second door on the left can't miss it."

"Thank you."
 
Phantasm said:
OOC:Wait,Isn't Harley Quinn in the Batcave?!Can't she see Batman bleeding to death!?
Someone's gotta save my Batsy from dying!!!:(

OOC: Need not to worry, he'll make it. For the other's, please refrain from stepping in for a little bit, I want to have a nice little arc to myself for a while.

IC:

"Well, Bruce? What do you have to say for yourself?"

I cannot believe what I'm seeing, but my sences don't betray me, it is my mother.

"Please, Bruce, tell me why you're doing this to yourself."

The hurt look on her face pains me more than anything else I have ever felt. I feel the need to run away, but this alternate demension the Spectre put us in allows no escape.

I can't believe what I've done. This is worse than any failure I've ever done. To simply take a cowardly way out, I didn't just hurt the surviving members of my family, but the dead...

I flop down to my knees. God what have I done... I can't stop the sobbing. I want to, with every fiber of my being, but I just CAN'T.

I then realize that she has dropped next to me and is holding me. I feel the sobs start to widdle away, for the first time in so many years...I am being held in the arms of my mother.
 
*Hal notices a figure walking through the halls of the new Watchtower. He tries to encase it in a beam, but he shifts his body away and stands face to face with Hal. It was J'onn.*

"Hello, J'onn," sais Hal, shaking his hand.

"Hello, Hal. It's been a long time."

"Yeah, it has. I'm figuring to try to get the League back together. I built them this Watchtower. Can you contact them for me?"

"I will try..." ~Justice League! Reconvene at the Watchtower as soon as possible. Thank you~

"You coming back?"

"No. I must find myself among the stars."

"Thank you, J'onn. For everything."

"No, Hal, thank you..."
 
The cool night air cause a strand of blonde hair to stream against the night sky, as Dinah walked back to her Hotel.

Her ‘night on the town’ had been fruitful, and she had the company much more than the woman at the restaurant earlier in that day.
The information he had given had been about as forthcoming as the older woman’s, though with a very different motive. Dinah smiled as she walked through the old door and mounted the stairs.
After the first few minutes of flirting she had enquired as to his purpose there.
He was one of many business men there for a ‘mini’ summit held at this particular subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises. Along with the business men came a few Lawyers, for the obviously apparent reason of ‘Business.’
Except for a few select, most of the men and women who had come for the summit had left along with the tag-a-long lawyers. The rest were staying for prolonged business talks.

He had winked at her then and lead her to the bar to refresh her drink, thereby asking about her line of work. The evening evolved into other conversation and after it dawned on him no action would happen that night he left her with his business card and his room number written on the back.
Just in case she was ever interested in bulk sales of beakers or something else *wink*.

Opening her room door she walked over and turned on the night table lamp. It cast a soft golden gleam over the room. Taking out a napkin and a piece of paper from her clutch she sat her purse on the table.
Sitting on the bed she laid the papers next to her, took off her heels and pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it cascade down her back.
Picking up the pieces of paper she looked at the words.

The lounge and bar started to empty out at around 12:00 so she ordered another drink and asked the Bartender about the amount of Lawyers checked into the Hotel. Because they were more her ‘taste’, she paired it off with a bewitching smile.
He smiled back and said he knew a few who were here. She had responded with a thoughtful look and asked if there were any not involved in corporate law. She hadn’t been able to find any in town earlier and she was in need of one.
He had nodded as he handed her, her drink, and gave her a few names.
“Any of them interesting?” She asked with a wink.

Apparently, two. One, a Jake Melbourne, who liked to take pictures around the WayneTech buildings and had an interest in international superhero’s.
Another an Australian, Bill Franklin, who didn’t seem to be involved in the WayneTech summit but seemed to be a bit of an adventurous type. He’d leave for hours at a time in casual clothes, taking hikes and what not. He preferred Fosters, was the only other tidbit the Bartender had given her before sending a wink her way and moving to help a new arrival.

Taking a sip of her drink she had glanced at the TV screen, which was set to an English channel.

Seeing the word “Gotham” paired with a stylized cityscape appear on the screen over the female newscasters left shoulder she asked for the volume to be turned up.


CNN News reporting: ...yesterday, there seemed 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…


She had left after that, tipping the Bartender generously, and had requested the room information of the Lawyers at the front desk on her way out.

Sitting on her bed she studied the it. Bill Franklin had signed out that morning, having relocated to a Marriott down the street. Tomorrow, or rather today, she’d make a hotel move. That was her guy. Even without the Australian nationality as a tip...the name..She smiled.

Now to contact Babs, before a quick night’s sleep. Reaching over she picked up her comm.

“Oracle, This is Black Canary.”
 
nixonbat said:
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

OOC: You didn't SPECIFY! :mad: :( :( My one mistake....:(
 
A loud knock was banging on the large front door of Wayne Manor.

OOC: Very short, I know, but I need to keep my story going somewhat.
Can I use Alfred as an NPC? I won't invade Batman's journey.
 
IC:Babs Gordon

They should have contacted me by now. If anything had happened to Tim that is...I glance at my watch and notice its been hours since I left the console to work out.My mind was way too much of a mess to sit by the screen and watch over...I had to get my thoughts straightened out by having sometime to myself.But I had the comm link on all the time...just in case....

I climb up my chair and organize my disheaveled hair in a tigt high pony tail before wheeling back into the computer room. It was soothing this workout...all my anxiety seemed to have been pumped out and it is with a surprised optimism that I turn the screen back on.The peace was a good...that is why no one has contacted me yet...Yes...that has to be it...

Dick...I should contact him now...and he'll explain it all...I am about to when Dinah's voice rings in my ear.

“Oracle, This is Black Canary.”

I smile despite the situation and sigh, "Dinah, hope life'e treating you better than it is me."
 
OOC:Yes Spike, I think you can use Alfred.All of us have at one point or the other...
 
OOC: I won't kill Alfred... I just rough him up a little bit as I look for my gal-pal. :joker:

It'll take a while though as real life is about to get in the way.
 
Phantasm said:
I smile despite the situation and sigh, "Dinah, hope life'e treating you better than it is me."

Dinah unzipped her dress and slipped out of it.

"Well, it's good." She swatted at a moisquito. "I have a lead I'm going to check out tomorrow, or rather today."

She slipped into her pajama bottoms and top.
"I saw what was going on in Gotham on the News, and you know how they cover everything. How is it really going?"
 
IC:Babs Gordon

I was hoping I wouldn't have to go into the details, "Nothing much other than what's out there in the news...Just extremely occupied with stuff..."
 
ooc: sorry i haventt been here latewly. i would like to become a threat to the jla, but first, starting with supes, so superferret, if we could start to an arc together (me as Darkseid), that would be kool
 
Phantasm said:
IC:Babs Gordon

I was hoping I wouldn't have to go into the details, "Nothing much other than what's out there in the news...Just extremely occupied with stuff..."

Dinah sensed the hesitation in Babs voice. Tired herself she sat down on the bed.

"Well, keep safe. I'm going to get some sleep. I have a Lead to follow in a few hours." She turned the comm of and lay it on the bedside table.

Staring at it for a few minutes she wished Babs didn't sound so worried.

Standing she walked into the bathroom to wash her make-up off and brush her teeth.

10 minutes later she was sound asleep in bed.
 
Alfred Pennyworth answered the door moments after the third set of knocks. He had had to rush up from the batcave where he was tending to Ms. Quinzel. He grabbed onto the doorknob and was about to turn it when he remembered the fact that Akham's inmates had escaped and some of them knew the Batman's secret identity.

"Who may I ask is calling at this hour," Alfred asked the shadowy figure through the intercom installed in the doorway.

"Just an old friend stopping by to say 'Hello', Jeeves."

The Joker grabbed onto his end of the doorknob with his hand buzzer, sending a shocking amount of electricity onto the other side of the knob. The shock had also melted the locks, allowing Joker to freely open the door.

Joker walked into the house and searched for some place where Harley might be held.
 
OOC: Since Batman took his mask off right in front of me. In this very RPG.
 
Harley Quinn slowly stirred awake from the sedatives that Alfred had been using on her. She got up from the cot that she had been laying on and wandered around the batcave for a moment before she fully realized where she was. If she were here at any other time in her life, she would've been overjoyed to be in the lion's den (for lack of a better term), but in her current situation, she was horrified to be here. This was probably the last place she wanted to be. She didn't trust the bat any more than she could trust Mr. J.

As fast as her legs could carry her pregnant torso, Harley scurried up a staircase until she came to a door. She pulled the latch on it, making it slide to the side. On the other side of the door, Joker was waiting for her with a revolver aimed at her middle.

He pulled the trigger.
 
Harley Quinn collapsed on the floor of Bruce Wayne's study. Her blood was spreading a pool across the expensive carpet flooring. Her baby was dead.

Joker smiled again.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, we can continue with our regularly scheduled programing."

"Wh-why? Harley stammered. "How could you? Your own child...?"

"Because kid's aren't funny. Trust me. I was almost a dad once before and that didn't end any better than this." Joker bent down to Harley Quinn on the floor. "You either get the joke or you don't. Do you actually think a little Joker Junior would provide any laughs to our audience? Hell no."
 
OOC: *GASP* THIS IS TERRIBLE! I'M SHOCKED! IN MY RPG?!?!?! NO! :eek: TAKE IT BACK!
 
OOC: You guys didn't actually think I was gonna let the kid live, didja?
 

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