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

[Charlie No-One]

Scarecrow looked up from his handy work, “He..hello. Are you her to punish bullies too?” Crane said. Ever since Mordru first approached him, he was beginning to stutter and set his mind on bullies again. The Master Of Fear gave Mordru eight needles of fear gas antidote.

“These will..will help you?”

 

[devilgirl]

Reborn

The ground groaned softly letting small vines creep through the cracks.Little vines slowly sprouting leaves swimming towards each other , ravelling together .The earth broke its crack as more vines poured out, filling the small vines in a thick cocoon over the body of Pamela Isly, swallowing her whole. Caressing every wound and filling her body with life.

“Enough”
coughed the voice from the flora armour.
“I said... that’s enough!”

The vines pulled off slowly. The woman’s body pulled up from her hunched over position, she arched her back as the wines swarmed over her legs and arms, cloaking her body with leaves
"that’s my good babies”

The vines retracted off her body and crawled back into the ground. She stood up stretching her arms and body to the moon.
With a moan and a smile she whispered

“Guess who’s back”

into the night sky.

Her deep red hair danced in the dark night, she placed a hand on her hip, her other hand crumpled into a fist and her eyes glowed with one thought…revenge.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Mordru takes the syringes from the Scarecrow, “Very good, Professor. I was just about to ask you to make some antidote to the poison you created not long ago.”
Mordru turns so that he is facing both the Shade and Scarecrow, “Gentlemen, I believe I have more work to do. I leave you now to better acquaint yourselves with one another. When I am finished, I will gather you all in the main room where I will reveal our next target.”
After finishing the sentence, the Dark Lord disappears in a blast of green smoke, leaving the Shade and Scarecrow in the lab.


OOC: Ok, leaves you two to do a little RPing.

 

[Charlie No-One]

OOC: Johnny..we know have a female..do I smell an invite to a certain tower? :P

 

[batnkevlar]

*Hal walked around the Watchtower. Everything looked different from way up here. *

"Where do I go now? What do I do?"

~Sir, it's going to start in 2 hours...~

"Right, ring. I'm not gonna be late..."

*Hal flies back to Earth*

 

[Johnny Blaze]

OOC: I don't know. I wouldn't mind having another person in the DA, and we could use a female member.
But, I think it'd be best for her to do a few introduction posts first before any of us approach her to offer her membership in our little band.

 

[rigel7soldiers]

OOC: I've just had a brilliant plan, my lord. I dress up like MM again and recruit villains to fight the DA. Wait, no, that's a silly plan. Ah, well....

 

[Spike_x1]

The Parasite floated down through the skylight of the Metropolis warehouse headquarters. Just as Rudy’s feet touched the floor, Deadshot walked into the complex, fully dressed in his gleaming red and silver costume.

“Here’s your next mission, Jones.” Lawton tossed a large file folder into the Parasite’s hands.

Curious, Rudy skimmed the file at superspeed, recognizing the sheets of information and photos stamped as “CLASSIFIED” that were in his hands. “This is LexCorp. Some of their aerospace labs.”

“Hmm. I guess I forgot that you absorbed Luthor’s thoughts when he left your society a few months ago. No wonder you recognized those.”

Rudy closed the folder and shoved it back into Deadshot’s hands. “Whadaya want with Lex’s labs?”

The servomotors in Deadshot’s lens began to quietly focus on the Parasite. Normally the motors would be virtually inaudible, but in the dead silence of the large warehouse, the motors were a KISS concert. The two agents stared at each other for over a minute, both contemplating whether or not the Parasite’s question was worthy of an answer at this juncture.

Finally, Lawton spoke. “You may or may not be aware of this, because Luthor’s mindwipe prior to you draining him probably erased any knowledge of this, but your teammates, Lex Luthor and Sinestro, from your old Society, well, they came across something big in outer space. Something they didn’t share with you.” Deadshot pulled his mask back and lit a cigarette. “After Deathstroke switched sides and joined with the League for a while, well, to put it mildly, Lex and Sinestro didn’t think they could trust anyone else in your Society, so they kept their little discovery to themselves.”

“And what exactly were they hiding from me, Floyd?” The Parasite raised what would be an eyebrow if he had eyebrows.

Suddenly, the glow at the end of Lawton’s cigarette was extinguished in a puff. A small cloud of smoke floated from the now doused tobacco. Deadshot glared at Parasite as he realized that Rudy had drained the heat of the cigarette simply by being near it. “What were they hiding from you? Well, you’re about to go on a mission that’ll put you directly within reach of that information. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise for you.” Lawton relit the cigarette and blew a smoke ring into the Parasite’s face.

They then sat down to the table in the center of the warehouse and began the mission briefing.

OOC: Longtime players will notice that I’m tying events that took place loooong ago in the RPG into my arc, and even more past actions will be explained as I go.

OOC: Figured I’d try one of those song posts that everyone seems to be so fond of for some reason…

IC: The ridiculously handsome Doctor Samuel Peterson walked through the Metropolis General Hospital’s sterilized hallways, humming to himself.

I’m singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I’m happy again.

Dr. Peterson strolled up to the reception desk and made nice-nice with the pretty redheaded nurse stationed there. “So, how’s our celebrity patient doing today?” Peterson asked, smiling flirtatiously with the nurse.

I’m laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun’s in my heart
And I’m ready for love.

The nurse giggled and handed Peterson the patient’s chart. “He seems to be doing just fine, Doctor. Well, aside from the fact that he’s been in a coma for two months now.”

Let the stormy clouds chase-
everyone from the place!
Come on with the rain-
I’ve a smile on my face!

“Of course. But besides that little dilemma, there’s been no problem?” Peterson flipped through the pages of the chart as he talked.

“None at all, Doctor.”

“Very good.” Peterson put the chart back down onto the nurse’s station and turned to leave. “Well, it looks like I’ll just be going through the motions with our patient today. I’ll just give him the once-over check up, and then go get my coffee.” Peterson waved goodbye to the nurse and continued walking towards the private hospital room that housed the target.

I walk down the lane with a happy refrain
Just singing,
Just signing in the rain!

Once he reached the room, Peterson closed the door behind him and locked it. He stood at the foot of the patient’s bed and merely looked at it’s occupant for what seemed like hours.

Lex Luthor looked like a cancer patient. His frame had become skinny and weak looking from disuse for the past couple months. But it wasn’t cancer that the Parasite’s old boss was suffering from. Far from it. Lex had been poisoned at some point during his presidential campaign. He had been poisoned by Rudy’s mysterious new employers.

A scowl slowly crept onto Dr. Peterson’s face as he began to grow to towering size and his skin began changing into a deep purple. “You tried to hide something from me, Lex. Right now, I’d like to drain you into nothing more than a steaming pile of ashes and bones, but lucky for you, that ain’t my mission today,” Parasite said to the unconscious form of Lex Luthor. “Lawton said that I wouldn’t be able to get any info from yer head regarding anything about what’s to come because you had yer whole brain rebooted, courtesy of Hal Jordan and Felix Faust, so getting any knowledge from ya is outta the question. What I really came here for was to get a dose of yer energy so that I can take your form for the next 24 hours.” The Parasite walked to the side of the bed and reached down, grabbing onto Luthor’s shoulder and began to absorb a hefty quantity of energy.

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Alarms blared throughout the section of Metropolis General Hospital, warning that Lex Luthor’s pulse was dropping. Many doctors and nurses suddenly barged into the hospital room only to find Dr. Peterson straightening up the bed sheets around Luthor’s sleeping body. The warning alarms subsided as Luthor’s pulse returned to normal.

Dr. Peterson smiled pleasantly at the other doctors and nurses who now joined him in the small room. “Not to worry folks. I accidentally disconnected Mr. Luthor’s heart monitor while I was inspecting him. I’ve plugged the machine back in and things are just fine now.”

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Ten minutes later, after exchanging greetings and goodbyes with his “coworkers”, Dr. Peterson made his exit into a side alley of the Hospital. He calmly walked past a dumpster and took a peek inside, seeing the real Dr. Peterson’s ashes which rats were now sniffing. The Parasite grinned and shifted into another form and began walking towards Luthor’s Metropolis branch of his aerospace division in order to continue his mission.

 

[Batman]

"So...a lot's happened since I was gone, huh?"

I heard Dick talking next to me. Meanwhile, I was comteplating whether I should have the nurses put some Morphene in me. I generally don't like the sensation, but I think the feeling of floating while still on the ground would be a nice change of scenery right now.

"Yes, a lot HAS happened," I reply, "there's a Dark Alliance formed to kill all of us. They've already killed your stalker Tarantula, and several of the Titans: Cyborg is being rebuilt right here, Raven's in the morgue, Bart is in the big Speed Force in the sky.

"That's not even half of it. Just wait until you hear what's happening with US. Alfred's dead. Slade killed Lucious. Tim snapped out of his 'Red Hood' thing and ran off with Ducard doing God knows what. I'm...I'm worried for him. I don't know if he's dead or alive...

"I tried getting everything back together. I tried helping, and now I can't even do THAT. Goddamnit, I'm useless now and I HATE IT."

Bart?Raven?Lucius?ALFRED?Possibly Tim?

All dead?!?

Dick stared at Bruce in silence for a long moment.

"...Dear God..."He said,taking in all of this.

Lucius handled ***** stock portfolio,Bart and Raven worked with him when He was in the titans....although he knew Raven more than Bart,and ALFRED....well.....that sure as hell doesnt need an explaination.


And then Tim.

He then remembered someone else that was supposed to be dead.....

"Bruce.....From the sounds of it......You've got more than enough to deal with.But.......I have to tell you something."

He took in a deep breath.

"Ra's Al Ghul is alive.Or....He WILL be."He said,preparing for a reaction.

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: dick's dick *****

Hm. weird.

 

[devilgirl]

Ivy looked around, Pitch black night at Gotham park. She ran her hands up an old oak tree, feeling it beat against her finger tips.

"Well now, this will never do far too out in the open"

The tree gave a sigh to her warm touch. She walked towards the street, her body still weak.

I need a place to stay, at least till I am my old self again.

She shifted her hands to her hips. Lights drifted on and off from the distance, the streets were quiet.

Walking just isn’t my style
She said taping her bare foot to the cement. headlights sprung up from the darkness and speed towards her. The lights blasted over her as the car flew down the street. Ivy motioned a scoop with her hand as the ground broke open and a hard trunk root slammed into the cars front bumper. She walked slowly towards the car, her hips moving in the headlights. The car driver both stunned with shock and love. She leaned over the driver window, her lips close to his.


Hello there handsome
She smiled
Happen to know where a gal like me could find a nice place to stay?
The driver stuttered and blushed, inviting her back to his place.

He gave her his coat to cover her almost naked skin and then they arrived.

She smirked as he fiddled with the keys, dropping them once or twice.
She opened the door and she motioned her hand for the keys, he dropped them in her hand, she kissed him and he dropped dead.

She coldlystepped over his body letting the vines pull it into the near by bushes, letting the earth devour him and walked into his house, closed the door.

 

[Phantasm]

OOC: He took it rather well didn't he...?I mean, Alfred's death should have elicted a stronger reaction at least...But, not my place to say!
Moving along...

WHERE is the plot going?I'm so lost! What's been planned to happen next?

 

[Charlie No-One]

OOC: Now we need a Harley..

 

[Tropico]

OOC: I just don't think Mid-Nite would keep a cool head or feel like operating, since this is all his fault. If some callous mistake you made costed several lives, you'd be frustrated, too.

OOC: Actually, from what I've seen of him, Pieter has always been a healer first and a warrior later. This is evident when he patches Canary up even when the pressure of battle is on. While IC was going he wasn't all gung ho to go fight, he stayed and did Sue's autopsy. Maybe it's just that I know from real life how important a knee injury is and how I would want the best person to perform that kind fo procedure. Pieter would probably know this, too. You just decided to focus on him being a warrior, it's your call since he's your character.

By the way, does he have his full Midnight gear AND the guns?

 

[SuperFerret]

Too much.

Too much has happened, and I'm responsible. I'm responsible because I did nothing. Why? Why did the Man of Steel sit idly back while his friends and allies fought for their lives?

Fear.

What, you may ask, could a Superman be afraid of? Failure. My powers have been fluctuating in power as of late, and I didn't want to risk them failing at a crucial moment, possibly causing the loss of one of my teammates.

My fears were realized because of my inaction. And there's noone to blame but myself.

When the Dark Alliance rears it's head again, it will have to answer to me. And me alone.

I stand and move to leave the monitor room I hid away in, just in time to intercept a knock at the door.

OOC: I'm back. I think someone was looking for Clark (I believe Dinah and Mid-Nite) so I left an opening.

 

[rigel7soldiers]

OOC: Actually, from what I've seen of him, Pieter has always been a healer first and a warrior later. This is evident when he patches Canary up even when the pressure of battle is on. While IC was going he wasn't all gung ho to go fight, he stayed and did Sue's autopsy. Maybe it's just that I know from real life how important a knee injury is and how I would want the best person to perform that kind fo procedure. Pieter would probably know this, too. You just decided to focus on him being a warrior, it's your call since he's your character.

By the way, does he have his full Midnight gear AND the guns?

OOC: Yeah, though I haven't found much use for the midnight bombs...

 

[Tropico]

Shade extended his hand to the fidgeting Dr. Crane. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, good doctor. You've made a very wise decision in joining our Alliance. Mordru tells me that you already made some significant contributions to our future plans. Those syringes seem to make those contributions even more solid."- Shade looked around the lab as he nodded in approval.

"Impressive. I'll have to dicuss with you later a recent acquisition I made for our side. I trust Mordru's judgement....mostly. Still. There HAVE been some recent troubles and I would like to make sure that you're indeed on our side."- the Shade stood squarely in front Scarecrow- "It's something rather simple...would you mind terribly killing one of the "bullies" as further proof of your alliance to us?"- said the Shade with a devilish smile.

 

[Batman]

OOC: He took it rather well didn't he...?I mean, Alfred's death should have elicted a stronger reaction at least...But, not my place to say!
Moving along...

WHERE is the plot going?I'm so lost! What's been planned to happen next?

OOC:I had planned a stronger reaction,but with Bruce telling him about so many deaths.....I dont think Dick knew who to mourn for first.....

 

[Charlie No-One]

Scarecrow looked at the man standing across from him. “Of course,”

He took the jewel from his pocket and disappeared.

OOC: This next part is in the hero, Vixen’s, point of view.
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Mari Jiwe McCabe was walking down the street of Metropolis. It was a bright and sunny day. She had just got back from shopping with some friends. Pushing open her front door, she put the shopping bags down and checked her answering machine.

“Vixen? This is…..WE ARE UNDER ATTACK AT HERE! HEL..P..M.E,” said a voice.

“Oh god, help them!” Vixen said aloud.

“You’re talking to the wrong people,” purred a disturbing voice.

All of the sudden, Mari grabbed her necklace. A powerful force blasted into the masked man. The strength of an elephant. Gas started to surround the room and Mari looked around.

“dOn’t WoRrY..”

“HELP ME!”

Spiders started to form around Vixen’s legs. A wave of vomit splashed on the ground. Then came a big scythe. Right at the neck.
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The Scarecrow gave Shade a severed head.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

“I call.”
The Trickster threw in one thousand dollars worth of chips to call Cold’s raise.
“Out”, says the Weather Wizard, as he throws his cards down in disgust.
“I fold as well”, says Mirror Master as he tosses his hand on the table.
“Well, Cold, I believe this is where you learn never to try and trick a Trickster”, said James Jesse with a sly smile as he lay his hand down, “full boat, Jacks over Kings.”
Cold began to lay down his hand, one card at a time. Seven of hearts. Eight of hearts. Nine of hearts. With each card he put down, his smile grew, and James’ smile lessened. Ten of hearts.
He held off putting down the final card for a handful of seconds. Maybe it was for suspense purposes, or maybe it was just so he could watch Jesse squirm a bit. Maybe it was a little of both. Only Cold knew for sure. But, when he laid that final card down, the Trickster’s curse could be heard from a block outside of the warehouse the Rogues were hiding in.
Jack of hearts. Straight Flush.
“God dammit!”
"What was that you said about tricking a trickster, James?” Said Cold with a smirk as he scooped up his money.
“Ha! Yer a bloody bastard, Snart. I love it!”
“Thank you, McCulloch. I try.”
Cold put the money in his pocket and downed his beer. “I’ll be back. I’ve gotta go use the head.”
Cold walked into the bathroom, and proceeded to drain the lizard. When he was finished, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that a face had just appeared in the mirror. “Dammit, McCulloch! I told you next time you bothered me when I’m taking a…”
Cold stopped when he turned and saw that this was not the Mirror Master’s visage in the mirror. It was someone the Captain had never seen before. Despite the surprise, though, the Captain kept his cool. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want?”
“I am a friend, Captain Cold. My name is Mordru, and I have something for you.”
"Mordru, eh? I’ve heard of you. Some sort of wizard or something. Heard about your little scuffle with the capes on the news earlier. Some interesting stuff you and your boys have going on. But, if this is a sales pitch, I can save you some time in saying that we aren’t interested. Too much bull to deal with when you kill a cape, and I don’t need that right now. Though the offer is appreciated.”

“My dear, Cold, you misunderstand. I am not hear to recruit you, but merely to give you a…‘head’s up’, so-to-speak.”
The Dark Lord’s eyes burn brightly with an intense crimson light as he continues in a deadly serious tone, “The city of Keystone shall soon become a place of nightmares. The entire city will be drowning in its own dread, and it will not be a pretty sight to behold. Since you are a respected man, Leonard, I offer you this…”
Out of the mirror, eight syringes filled with a pulsating liquid float onto the countertop.
“What the hell is this?”
“That, my dear Captain, is the antidote for you and a select few of your Rogues. When the time is right, you will know when to use it to survive the coming storm.”
“Yeah? What if told you that there’s no way in hell I’ll let you do this, huh? If anyone’s gonna wreak any havoc in my city, it’s gonna be ME!”
Mordru’s face grows emotionless. The Dark Lord’s features are so chilling it even sends a shiver up Cold’s spine. “Know this, Cold. Any interference by you or your Rogues, in any way whatsoever, and I will wipe you all from the face of existence personally”, the warehouse the Rogues are in begins to shake as though it was an earthquake, “And everyone that ever knew you or called you friend would also burn. And there would be nothing left when I finish save bone and ash. Do not even dare to presume that you could stand against my power…Captain.”
The warehouse stops its violent shake, and all reverts back to normal.
“Now then, as you said, it is your city. Thus I give the antidotes to you as a courtesy, but that is all. When the time comes, you can either use them and profit from the chaos, or be a victim of it. The choice is yours.”

With that, the Dark Lord vanishes from the mirror, leaving a distraught Captain Cold alone. Snart walks up to the countertop and picks up the hypodermics filled with the antidote…to something, in one hand, and he leaned against the countertop with the other. Dammit, he hated this! But there wasn’t much he could do. The Dark Lord is too powerful to for him to contend with. Not to mention he also has allies. Cold hated the position he was now in. He felt so helpless. But, he remembered what Mordru had said…that he can either profit from this, or become a victim of it.
He held up the needles of antidote. He was definitely not going to be a victim.
Suddenly, Mirror Master appeared in the mirror, “Cold? What the hell are ye doin’ in here that’s takin’ so long, man? And what in the blazes was that damn quakin’ about?”
Cold looked up to the Mirror Master and said, “I told you, never bother me in the ****ing bathroom, McCulloch!” Cold smashed the mirror into pieces with the butt of his cold gun, turned around, and walked out the bathroom.
In one of the shards, the Mirror Master looked on confused, “Jeez, what in the name o’ Christ got in him?”

 

[Spike_x1]

OOC: Hmmm... I'm interested in seeing why Mordru decided to save the Rogues. OOooOOoohh...

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: Actually, from what I've seen of him, Pieter has always been a healer first and a warrior later. This is evident when he patches Canary up even when the pressure of battle is on. While IC was going he wasn't all gung ho to go fight, he stayed and did Sue's autopsy. Maybe it's just that I know from real life how important a knee injury is and how I would want the best person to perform that kind fo procedure. Pieter would probably know this, too. You just decided to focus on him being a warrior, it's your call since he's your character.

By the way, does he have his full Midnight gear AND the guns?

OOC: I hear you on drawing real life for the injury. My mom's had to have two on each of her knees during the past decade or so. I'm going to try and use her expierences in it.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

Bart?Raven?Lucius?ALFRED?Possibly Tim?

All dead?!?

Dick stared at Bruce in silence for a long moment.

"...Dear God..."He said,taking in all of this.

Lucius handled ***** stock portfolio,Bart and Raven worked with him when He was in the titans....although he knew Raven more than Bart,and ALFRED....well.....that sure as hell doesnt need an explaination.


And then Tim.

He then remembered someone else that was supposed to be dead.....

"Bruce.....From the sounds of it......You've got more than enough to deal with.But.......I have to tell you something."

He took in a deep breath.

"Ra's Al Ghul is alive.Or....He WILL be."He said,preparing for a reaction.

...Oddly, I'm not really surprised by this.

"He was always like a cockroach when it came to death...hell, he was a cockroach when it came to LIFE."

It was then when one of the main doctors at the Watchtower arrived. He looked over the leg and wrote some God-forsaken thing on it.

"Ok, Mr....Batman. We will start the procedure in a few hours. We would do it at a much slower pace, but...you are quite infamous with the doctors here.

"The procedure shouldn't take more than a couple hours. What we will do is, we will remove the pieces that cannot be salvaged, and in it's stead, we will insert the artificial kneecap--titanum, plastic--cement is often neccesary, but, considering your...eccentric activities, we've opted for a lighter piece.

"Don't worry about waiting too long here, nowadays we'll have you out a few hours afterward, where you can be moved to your home. We'll send you the equipment nessesary for your physical therepy while you're here. One is a rotating ice machine, which should help with any swelling or pain that will occur, the other is called a CTS machine, it will rotate the joint so it won't stiffen. Your recovery shouldn't take more than 8 weeks.

"Like I said, the procedure should be taking place in a few hours. Good bye, for now."

 

[Tropico]

Scarecrow looked at the man standing across from him. “Of course,”

He took the jewel from his pocket and disappeared.

OOC: This next part is in the hero, Vixen’s, point of view.
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Mari Jiwe McCabe was walking down the street of Metropolis. It was a bright and sunny day. She had just got back from shopping with some friends. Pushing open her front door, she put the shopping bags down and checked her answering machine.

“Vixen? This is…..WE ARE UNDER ATTACK AT HERE! HEL..P..M.E,” said a voice.

“Oh god, help them!” Vixen said aloud.

“You’re talking to the wrong people,” purred a disturbing voice.

All of the sudden, Mari grabbed her necklace. A powerful force blasted into the masked man. The strength of an elephant. Gas started to surround the room and Mari looked around.

“dOn’t WoRrY..”

“HELP ME!”

Spiders started to form around Vixen’s legs. A wave of vomit splashed on the ground. Then came a big scythe. Right at the neck.
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The Scarecrow gave Shade a severed head.

The Shade appeared from a portal opposite Scarecrow's in the Tower. He raised an eyebrow at Crane's offered tophy and instead had a shadow troll take it away. "Well, doctor, I can't fault you for your enthusiasm. I took the liberty of following you. I kept to the shadows. While a severed head might be an...effective trophy I also needed visual proof that it was you who performed the kill." A small shadow imp stepped out of the portal the troll was leaving to- "Here, master. 'Nother shiny thing." "VERY well done!"- Shade gushed as he took what the imp brought. The imp seemed pleased and skipped all the way to a shadow and disappeared.

"Now this, Dr. Crane, would have been a much preferable and less messy trophy. The Tantu Totem I believe it's called. I don't know much about it aside from it being fome kind of mystical thingamajig. I'm sure our friend Mordru shall be interested. Wouldn't you agree?"- Shade said while holding up the talisman. "But, I must say that your kill was most effective. Quick and to the point. You have relieved my worries. Once again, welcome to the Alliance."- Shade said, smiling again. "Care for some tea or something stronger? You must be parched after your "exercise."

 

[Phantasm]

OOC: "Mr...Batman"?!

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!