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Thriller Batman - Fall

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  1. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

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    Mar 19, 2017
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    Arkham Asylum - Friday, 10:34 pm

    The rusted gates of Arkham Asylum hung loose, swinging gently and emitting an eerie creek in the soft breeze. The Rolls Royce Wraith slipped through the dark night, glinting in the moonlight. It slithered down the winding road towards the entrance of Arkham Asylum.

    The young man watched as they passed the lawn, winding down the narrow road which lead to the front door of the old place. It wasn't in much use anymore. In fact, none at all. Save for one person who still stayed there.

    They slid up the driveway and came to a halt, the old gravel crunched softly as the chauffeur opened the car door. He slipped open the door, and the young man stepped out of the vehicle. They both made their way up to the door, and knocked.

    There was no reply, but they still entered nonetheless. The place was broken down, vines covered the crumbling walls outside, and the tiles inside the building were strewn and destroyed. The young man nodded to the chauffeur in assurance, and they both proceeded down the entrance hall. It took them an hour to make their way through the complex, but they found him. He was in the same cell he had always been put in. There was no more security, he was free to leave when he wished, but he didn't.

    The two new arrivals looked through the broken doorway. A figure, huddled over a table with a rotting deck of cards in one hand, took no notice of them. The young man stepped into the room, avoiding the broken plaster and concrete that littered the floor.

    "You're really him, aren't you?"

    The tattered figure raised his head. His long and wild hair drooped over his face, and a ragged beard hung from his withered skin. His sunken eyes, yellowing with medical conditions, drooped as he stared at the young man.

    "I could be... It all depends whom you are looking for..." He muttered as he dipped his head again. The young man looked around nervously at the small chipped bones and stale cans of urine littering the room.

    "The... Bat’s greatest foe... The Joker..."

    The figure cocked his head, a hideous grin spreading across his face.

    “I haven’t been called that in a while…”

    "They say you are the last one who will tell people how he died..."

    The figure suddenly became alert, his eyes narrowing at the young man.

    "You want to know how the batman died?"

    The young man nodded, and turned to the chauffeur, nodding him in. The figure chuckled.

    "Not many come here to hear that tale... Not many come here at all in fact. Superstitious... Scared of the Asylum..."

    The figure looked around the room. Cracking his knuckles and stretching.

    "There are chairs here somewhere, take a seat. You will be here a while. This is a long story..."

    The young man looked around, and pulled over a withered, rotting chair, and sat. The figure grinned, his rotting teeth glinting slightly in the dim light. One could very faintly see his green hair in the light, and his infamous pure-white skin. He sat back slightly, taking in a deep breath.

    "We must start this tale at the beginning of the end. This is how the Batman fell. How Gotham lost their only hope."






    Batman - Fall

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    Overview-

    Welcome to Batman - Fall. The story in which Batman will have to undergo perhaps one of the greatest struggles to prevent the fall of Gotham. While much of the story cannot be given away right now, Batman and the GCPD have come to their "unspoken agreement," allowing Batman to fight crime as he usually does, and the most notorious are locked up in Arkham Asylum... For now...

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    Characters -

    It is encouraged that you take characters already known to the DC universe (specifically characters frequently seen in Batman stories) however it is not a requirement. If you wish to play either Batman or the Joker (and perhaps a few other famous characters, depending on how applications go) send a PM with a character sheet filled out (found below) with that character. It is NOT a guarantee you will play Batman or the Joker if you send a CS with their details filled in, the role goes to whomever is most fit for the job. If you do not manage to get the role, you are still more than welcome to send in a CS with a different character.


    CS-

    Real Name:
    Alias:
    Age:
    Sex:
    Appearance:
    Occupation:
    Weapons/Tools/Gadgets:
    Bio:


    RULES-

    1. GMs word is law!

    2. Follow the RPF rules and the TOS

    3. PM all CS (Character Sheets) the the GM for approval!!

    4. This game will have a player cap, the exact numbers for which are currently undecided.

    5. Character death is a possibility, and some pre-existing DC characters are planned to die in the story (Though if you do things right, this could be avoided!)

    6. Minor NPC's can be controlled within reason, such as unnamed cops, goons, etc. Nothing ridiculous though.

    7. Have fun!
     
  2. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Jul 15, 2014
    CS-GM Approved.

    Real Name: Kahlan
    Alias: Kov
    Age: 20
    Sex: Female
    Appearance:[​IMG]
    Weapons/Tools: Mostly her ability to manipulate metal, but she isn't very good at it yet.
    Bio: Kahlan was born in Ireland and emigrated to Gotham City when she was a young girl. Though her voice still carries a bit of her Irish accent, she considers herself to be at home in her new country. Kahlan was aware of her abilities when she was growing up, but hid them from her family and friends, for fear of being singled out. As a result, she has little control unless she becomes afraid; and while Kahlan want's to learn how to protect other's with her powers, she fears hurting them even more.

    She is a bit of a historian, and while she can be shy around those she doesn't know, it should not be mistaken for weakness. While Kahlan's family moved away from Gotham City after she turned eighteen, she stays; not wanting the place where she has spent most of her life to be a city in the background, and instead does what she feels is right; her home even becoming a bit of a refuge for those with powers who are afraid to go anywhere else. At the moment Kahlan works in a small coffee shop as a waitress and is saving up to go to university. Her hobbies include studying history, running and curling up with a good book to read. She also likes to cook and try out new recipes.

    Kahlan has a bit of a temper as well, and while she can sometimes be a little over confident, depending on who is around her.

    She also has a dog named Baron, who is a very good boy.

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    Tag: @Master Vo'Un'Var
     
  3. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    CS- GM APPROVED :)


    Real Name: Jason Todd

    Alias: Red Hood

    Age: 20’s (assumed)

    Gender: Male

    Appearance:

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    Occupation: Vigilante

    Weapons/Tools: Combat Knife, Twin Auto pistols ( and ammo), grappling hook, Kevlar under armor, Red Helmet (armored), explosives, smoke grenades, shurikens, Tazer, Bazooka. Crowbar. GCPD radio. First AID Kit. Weapons Depot. Martial Arts, Marksmanship, Cunning, Infiltration, Intimidation ( and more ).

    Bio: After his death at the hands of the Joker, Jason Todd was brought back to life, thanks to the Lazarus Pit. Hearing Batman did not avenge him by killing the Joker for his heinous crime, Jason has embarked on a crusade to bring about his own brand of justice to Gotham and do that which Batman could not.
     
  4. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 19, 2017
    Applications for Batman and the Joker will continue for at most a month before the game begins. After that applications are still open depending on how many more players join. Prologues and non-tagged posts will be written during the wait for the game to begin.
     
  5. Reynar_Tedros

    Reynar_Tedros Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Jul 3, 2006
    GM Approved

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    Real Name:
    Renée Montoya

    Alias: The Question

    Age: 33

    Sex: Female

    Appearance: As Renée Montoya; As The Question

    Occupation: Private Investigator

    Weapons/Tools/Gadgets: Sidearm pistol and a featureless mask that adheres to Renée's face when exposed to a binary gas contained in her belt buckle.

    Bio: Renée Montoya was once a police officer working for the Gotham City Police Department. She excelled during her training at the academy and was one of the best cops on the force, earning the respect of her superior, Jim Gordon.

    Years passed and Renée grew increasingly agitated by the seemingly endless corruption of her fellow officers, and the department's inability to do anything about it despite repeated attempts by her and the honorable Commissioner Gordon to fix the problems. Something always seemed to get in their way.

    Renée was eventually outed as a lesbian, resulting in incessant derision from most of her already antagonistic coworkers at the GCPD. Not only did her professional life take yet another hit, but her personal one as well, as her deeply religious parents all but disowned her after the revelation.

    Renée had finally had enough and turned in her badge, despite Commissioner Gordon's attempts to convince her to stay on. Unwilling to give up on her passion for justice, though, she started her own private investigation operation, and eventually caught the attention of The Question, a Gotham vigilante that hadn't made as much of a mark as Batman, but was well feared among the criminal circles. The Question took Renée under his wing, and eventually passed on the moniker to her before dying of lung cancer.

    Renée continues to operate her modest private investigation firm in Gotham City, often working on behalf of those without the necessary funds or resources to help themselves. She also occasionally takes it upon herself to secretly work cases the GCPD can't, or won't, attempt to solve, sometimes with the help of Commissioner Gordon, one of the few friends she has left in Gotham. While on the job, she dons the mask and identity of The Question, the hero without a face.
     
  6. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    GM APPROVED

    Real Name: Dinah Drake Lance
    Alias: Black Canary
    Age: in her 30s
    Sex: Female
    Appearance:

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    Occupation: Vigilante, Adventurer, former-singer
    Weapons/Tools/Gadgets: Sonic Cry

    Bio: Dinah Drake was born the child of a teenage single mother, handed into foster care at the age of four. Considered a troublemaker, she moved from foster home to foster home and finally ran away at the age of ten. Taking to the streets of Gotham, she was caught dumpster-diving by Desmond Lamar, an ex-Special Forces agent and martial arts sensei, who took her in and offered her a job to clean his dojo after classes. In return, he would provide her with food and a safe place to sleep. At her request, Lamar took to teaching her the same skills he provided his students, and she became his regular. When Lamar contracted fatal brain cancer, he left her his dojo. Unfortunately, he was the only one who could keep the local gangs from getting protection money out of them. Dinah's martial arts prowess could only keep them at bay for so long. Eventually, she began losing students who feared the possibility of their retaliation. Flashbacks show that during Zero Year, Dinah's dojo was destroyed in a fire. It was at this point, John Lynch, impressed by her martial arts prowess in taking down several ninjas during an attack, recruited her into Team 7.

    During her tenure with Team 7, Dinah works as a covert ops agent in charge of infiltration.] She is given the codename Operative Canary. It is during this time that Dinah secretly marries her longtime partner, Kurt Lance. Her powers are subsequently awakened after being tested metagene-positive. Toward the end of the Team 7 run, during a mission to retrieve Pandora's Box, Dinah's sonic scream surfaces and are amplified by Kurt's, the after-effect of which ultimately destroyed the island of Gamorra. In the aftermath, Kurt is presumed dead, and Team 7 is mothballed, leaving Dinah a fugitive on the run from authorities and an outlaw codenaming herself Black Canary.

    After Team 7, Black Canary continues freelance covert operations, hunting the terrorist network known as Basilisk, and later attempts to form a team recruiting Starling, Katana, Poison Ivy, and later Batgirl. The team is ambushed by treachery from Poison Ivy and eventually Starling,pressuring Dinah to question her leadership. As the team roster progresses and evolves following the departure of Katana to include Strix and Condor, Dinah's questioning reaches its peak to erupt trust issues and notably with Batgirl when she discovers her powers are being manipulated by an apparently alive Kurt Lance.

    Throughout her missions with the Birds, Dinah encounters and protects an elderly woman, Miss Ettie, later revealed to be known as Mother Eve, a centuries-old woman hunted by Ra's al Ghul for her immortality which takes place in the form of her metamorphosis into her youth after every life. She claims that in nearly every life, she was a mother and outlived her children, some of whom have developed unique abilities genetically, and believes that Dinah might have gained her abilities through a genetic link to her.

    When Dinah's husband Kurt is found to have no memory of his past life with her, and she realizes Amanda Waller is involved, she summons Waller to find answers during a mission against the Suicide Squad. Confronting Waller, she is informed that Kurt was revived by a Samsara Serum, and the resurrection process damaged his memory. With the truth of Dinah's past and her setting up of this meeting with Waller shared with the Birds, Batgirl confronts Dinah on her leadership and angrily disapproves of Dinah's actions in keeping it from the team. As a result, the Birds of Prey part ways.

    After a long rift, Dinah returns to apologize to Barbara and is forced to move in with her when her dojo is burned down (which was partially Barbara's fault). It is later revealed that Dinah has become the lead singer of a band called Ashes on Sunday. After her stint with Ashes on Sunday, Dinah received an offer from A&B Records for an album and go on tour and joins a rock band she named Black Canary. As the lead singer of Black Canary, Dinah attempts to leave her past life behind and takes to the stage name D.D., joining the likes of drummer Lord Byron, keyboardist Paloma Terrific and mute guitarist Ditto, all of whom are accompanied by the band's tour manager, Heathcliff Ray. However, when her friends' lives are threatened, Dinah dedicates herself to training them in battle.
     
  7. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 19, 2017
    Prologue the First

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    Oldman’s Farm, October 29th, 9:34pm

    They all had gathered here for a good reason, that didn’t stop their fears control them. Each one of them stared at each other in distrust. They all thought that one of them would rat them out and he would arrive. But that is why they were here, to stop him.

    The first to arrive had been waiting for a good hour or so. That tested them, to see if they really wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. A few had left, they never made it out. The wheat fields where they had gathered were vast, and the long and winding dirt road leading to it was a treacherous one. Someone had posted gunmen along the road, with orders to kill any who left before the meeting had ended.

    The Farmhouse which looked over the wheat fields used to be home to a reclusive old man, who sold the wheat to various local stores. Used to be home, until a few hours ago.

    The last of the arrivals appeared, and they all gathered around the meeting spot. At first it was silence, then a dull clunk of wood on dry mud faded into the scene. What they thought was a ragged limp figure of a man used to scare off crows from the fields slowly snapped to life and walked towards them.

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    The voice pounded in their ears, it was hoarse. Eyes widened, fear lept into their hearts. The figure, and several other horrors appeared from the fields.

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    They wanted to run, to flee. But they were struck with sheer terror that they couldn’t move, even if they wanted to.

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    Some of the braver folk heard his words and understood. They shook their heads, and the thing looked around.

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    Maggots were writhing in his mask, the rotten pieces of cloth hanging from his limp figure were dripping with filth,

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    The braver folk looked up at the horror, their eyes wide. But they understood, the others would soon.

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    All of them now looked up at him. The fearsome Scarecrow. The one who had enlisted them to finally end the Bat. For this Halloween would be the Dark Knight’s last.



    Prologue the Second

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    Tom’s General Store, October 18th, 3:45pm


    “Uhh… $9.40 buddy.” Said the cashier, as he tapped a few of the keys on the till, before the compartment of the till slid open with a ding. The man picked up the bag of chips and bottle of soda and handed the cashier a ten-dollar bill. The Cashier nodded and wished him a good day. The man walked over to the door of the store, but he never made it out.

    A volley of bullets blasted through the entrance, shattering glass windows. The man fell to the ground with a crash, blood pouring from his wounds. The cashier ducked under the counter, hands over his head.

    Three thugs smashed open the door. They looked around, cracking their knuckles. They were all in masks, dressed completely in black. A fourth man stepped in the building, dressed more smartly than the others. He smirked as he looked around the room.

    “So…” He muttered as he walked to the other side of the counter and dragged the cashier from beneath out.

    “You thought you could outwit the Black Mask?” He spat, pulling out a glock and holding it against the cashiers head.

    “Oh God… Oh please no… I’ll give you money…”

    The Man smiled from beneath his mask.

    “We are not interested in your money…” whispered the man, stroking the cashier’s hair with the gun.

    “You decided to… steal from the Black Masks… That was your mistake…”

    “Please… Please! It wasn’t me, my boss told me to! I mean, we’re just a small gang, man! Please don’t hurt me!”

    “I know… Just a small gang… But if I let you off scott-free, what would the other gangs think? It wouldn’t be good…”

    He grinned beneath the mask as the round slammed into the cashier’s head. He didn’t even have time to scream.
     
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  8. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 19, 2017
    Applications for the Batman have closed, however Joker applications are still being reviewed and are open.
     
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  9. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Real Name: Bruce Wayne
    Alias: Batman or The Dark Knight
    Age
    : 40
    Sex: Male
    Appearance:
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    Occupation: CEO of Wayne Enterprises

    Weapons/Tools/Gadgets: Batmobile, Batwing, Batarang, Throwing stars, magnetic monofibre grappling hook and all kinds of toys Mr. Fox provided.

    Bio: The death of his parents changed Bruce Wayne profoundly. All his youth he has been looking for a way to avenge them, to save the Gotham of his parents from what crime and corruption has done to it. He has been traveling to many countries and studied crime and criminal ways. Only when he returned he finally found the symbol Gotham needed and he became it's living embodiment.

    Batman. The Dark Knight of Gotham has been a crusader for justice ever since. But the years and many enemies have left his body and soul scared. He feel he gets tired of an endless battle he seemingly cannot win. Actually he sometimes think if he has become a beacon drawing in criminals from all over the country.

    He has lost Dick, Jason was even worse ... yet he cannot allow feelings to taint the symbol of dark and uncompromising justice he has become. So he is the lonely Dark Knight of Gotham. He does not want company in his crusade anymore. Much to the concern of his trustful confidante Alfred.

    But there is no quitting.

    He simply cannot watch Gotham fall to crime. It is not in his nature. Therefore he patrols the street at night, as he poses as a decadent billionaire playboy by day to conceal his true identity. Only a trusted circle of friends know about his true identity.

    Lately he has become more brutal and ruthless though, as he feels his patience is wearing thin. Also he has not yet given up on his paradigm never to kill ... this principle sometimes becomes hard to life by. He feels like he is trapped in the eternal circle of his enemies returning again and again ... worst of all ... the murderer of Jason Todd, the Joker. His arch-nemesis has taken so much from him. Yet, he remains alive to do his dark deeds and Batman feels a growing despair over every victim of his old enemy. Isn't he responsible for them, too?
     
  10. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 19, 2017
    Somewhere on the outskirts of Gotham, October 29th, 5:32pm

    The cigar smoke faded into the cold sky as the two looked over the small lake. The two had met to discuss a rather delicate matter, concerning a plan that would require the utmost care to work. The first man, who was wearing a black cashmere coat and leather gloves, held a cuban cigar in his hand and led the deal. The second was tall and thin, also wearing a black cashmere coat and leather gloves. He was here to try and acquire materials from the other.

    They sat on a patio overlooking a lake, with a rather large house behind them. Goons surrounded the house, with firearms hidden under their clothes. They were safe from most interference. Most.

    “You do… realise, that what you ask of me is going to cost you an absurd amount.” said the cigar-smoking man, exhaling smoke. The other nodded.

    “Money is not a concern, Mr. Grimm. I have several investments which will allow me to pay for… our deal.”

    The cigar-smoker, Mr. Grim, nodded. He took a long draw from his cigar and thought for a moment.

    “Are you sure you could even pull it off..? I am of course, willing to help if I receive some of the… harvest of your endeavor.”

    The other made grimaced.

    “That is of course… probable. We could split some of our earnings with you.”

    Mr. Grim nodded, smiling, as he drew from his cigar.

    “Then we have a deal.”

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    He had been given this opportunity by a certain sponsor of his, and it wasn’t one to let slide.

    A certain drug lord of Gotham, Mr. Grim, had been seen making a detail with an unknown client. The client wasn’t after any of Mr. Grim’s usual goods however, no. He was after something else.

    The Red Hood would have plenty of opportunity to find out why a massive shipment of illegal firearms was detected in this location. However, he would have to tackle through several groups of thugs to seize the shipment and to capture one of Mr. Grim’s top dogs, Allan Skut.

    So now that he had the location of the illegal shipment, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham, he had the opportunity to take down one of Gotham’s greatest scumbags.

    Tag: @greyjedi125

    Gotham Harbor, October 29th, 11:34pm

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    It was late. That was good. The dark was needed for this operation.

    The Black Mask gang had payed the GCPD to deal with a few nuisances. First they had been arrested, and now two GCPD cars had quietly made their way to Miller Harbor.

    Three figures, bags forced over their heads, were thrown out of the vehicles by a pair of cops. They were dragged to an enclosed area. Several large crates, used for ships, surrounded the group.

    Four more figures appeared by the cops. Three of which were thugs of the Black Mask gang. The final was dressed more elaborately. Black Mask III, they called him. He looked at the three figures who had been forced onto their knees. He crouched down to eye-level.

    “Unmask them.”

    The two cops threw the bags off of the kneeling prisoners. They shivered as they looked around in fear.

    “Isn’t this amusing…”

    Black Mask III stared at the three prisoners. Glaring them all down one by one. He brushed his suit lightly and breathed in.

    “You know, it’s ironic, isn’t it… A few years ago, you were holding me at gunpoint. Now…”

    He reached into his suit and pulled out a desert eagle. He studied it, smiling from behind his mask, before pointing it at the prisoner in the middle.

    “You don’t even remember me, do you…?”

    He sighed as he started to walk around the prisoners. The thugs had already posted themselves elsewhere to be sure no one would interrupt the gathering. However, they couldn’t guard them if anything came from above...

    “It still surprises me that people are stupid enough to cross the Black Masks and think they can get away with it.” He spat aggressively. He grabbed one of the shivering prisoners and forced them to look into his cold mask.

    “What scum… You probably wonder why I’m wasting my time with you... “

    He stepped back and sighed, straightening his suit.

    “You interfered with something much larger than you thought. You could have jeopardized my entire operation. Luckily, you were stupid enough to not mess everything up.”

    He looked back at the three, and then to the two cops. He raised his desert eagle and fired two rounds, one for each of the cops. The shots rang out into the air, the prisoners flinched, Black Mask smiled…

    …and the Bat knew where they were.

    “Dump the bodies in the water, then dump the prisoners. Make sure they die painfully.” said Black Mask as he stowed away his firearm.

    “Don’t mess anything up, or you’ll pay for it.” He spat, disappearing into the darkness as he left the scene. What none of them expected, however, was the two other figures who were ready to intervene.

    The Question had been tipped off that they would be here. The tip was anonymous, and if the tipper were to be found out they were soon to be dead. But a case like this could not be turned down. This was the closest Renée had gotten to catching the Black Mask leader. He had to be hear, he had to.

    The two rounds of a gun rang off in the distance. They were close. If Renée wanted to catch the Black Mask she would have to act quickly.

    For the Bat, it was a different matter. After the guns had fired, his enhanced receptors told him practically the exact location of where the Black Masks were. He had been tracking them for weeks. Now, as he was poised on a shipyard crane which loomed over the small group, he could catch some of them.

    The problem was, is that he would have to either follow Black Mask III or save three civilians. Criminal or not. Was Black Mask III’s life worth three others?

    Tag: @Reynar_Tedros, @DarkLordoftheFins

    SJ’s Coffee, Mason Street, October 29th, 2:13pm

    She hadn’t seen the the man here before. He was in a hoodie that mostly hid his face, but she could see his wrists. They were covered in ancient-looking tattoos. He sat alone at a small table with a mug of coffee in front of him. Something about him intrigued many of the workers and customers.

    It was often that they had newcomers to the coffee shop. While it was admittedly fairly small, it was a “hidden gem” of Gotham. The bell rang a few more times as two more newcomers stepped into the coffee shop. The first was Dinah Lance, also known as Black Canary, who had wondered here in her free time. A friend of hers had recommended the place.

    The second was another man in a hoodie. He shivered as he walked up to the counter and sat.

    “Help out our customers, won’t you, Kahlan?” said her boss, Tim Rain. He was a kind person and a good boss. He smiled and nodded to the people who had just entered.

    It was a quiet day, like most. But it wasn’t going to last.

    Tag: @TheSilentInfluence, @TheAdmiral
     
  11. RachelTyrell

    RachelTyrell Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    Feb 15, 2009
    GM approved

    Real Name: Unknown
    Alias: The Joker
    Age: Unknown (probably in his late forties)
    Sex: Male
    Appearance:
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    Occupation: Clown Prince of Crime
    Weapons/Tools/Gadgets: Whatever comes in handy ... he is a natural in improvising weapons
    Bio: Little is known about the origins of the man called the Joker. Actually he is so shrouded in legend nowadays it is even hard to be sure when he appeared in Gotham and how. But he has been around for quite some time, playing his cruel games and engaging in a thousand criminal activities. The murders associated with him are countless. The crimes he committed legend. He would play this city like a piano for his devilish symphony ... if there was not one man standing in his way again and again.

    The Batman.

    The two men have developed a fierce rivalry (and the Joker would claim a wonderful symbiosis) that has lead them to many conflicts over the year.

    Batman says he has prevailed because of the inherent advantage, that the Joker is clearly insane. The Joker always says the they will have to see who has the last laugh, as he has the advantage of knowing he is mad and Batman denies that he is too.
     
  12. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Jul 15, 2014
    IC: Khalan
    Sj's Coffee Shop, Mason Street, October 29th, 2:13 pm

    Khalan nodded at he boss. He was a good boss. Tim knew how important wanting to go to University was, and had even helped her study for the SAT's. But I can't let him know about my powers. She thought to herself as she walked over to the woman to take her order first. Khalan took out a little notebook and her pen and nodded at Dinah as she stopped next to her. "Hello." She greeted kindly, "I'm Khalan, what can I get for you today?" Khalan asked with a smile as she waited for an ansI've never seen her in here before. I wonder if she's new to the neighbourhood?

    Tag: @Master Vo'Un'Var @TheAdmiral
     
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  13. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    ooc: Oh we got a Joker!

    Batman
    Harbor, Crane

    Darkness was serving him well tonight. Darkness always did. He felt the cold crawling through his armored suit and clenched his teeth as he watched the situation below, enhancing his audio to overhear the situation. Like a bat he navigated the hunt by hearing. The shots pin-pointed their location. He lay his head aside and prepared the suit with one touch of the belt.


    The Black Masks were here including their leader, Black Mask the Third. He had finally tracked them down. It had taken him some weeks to do so. Yet, he had known things would get more complicated the moment he saw the three tied up men guarded by the thugs.

    They seemed to know too much, which was why the execution was necessary. A risk in many ways, Black Mask III had deemed it necessary.

    Another Black Mask. Another criminal to hunt down. Another symbol of crime resurrected by the seemingly eternal stream of madmen. He was so ... used to hunt them down by now. Yet, he was aware he knew someone would replace them. Probably sooner then he would like them to. The execution was about to take place and he knew if he followed their leader the men would die. Criminals probably. Always they fought among themselves like hungry rats. Yet, would catching Black Mask stop them? Would it bring down his organisation and doom it to fail? Or would just another megalomaniac take up the mask and continue his work?

    The work was what he had to destroy. There was a plan in motion and he needed to know what it was. One more criminal meant nothing. Not even the leader of the Black Masks.

    Also he could not let the men die. Not before he knew why.

    A single step forward and his cape hardened to slow his fall as he made his way down to the pier. He landed intentionally right between the thugs with their black masks and began his attack without a word. He kicked one of them into the knee breaking it, hitting another in the same move into the face with his fist before dragging him closer to serve as a human shield for the third who would certainly shoot. Number 3 did not let him down and fired three shots into his colleague. The man died in Batman's grip, but not by his hand. He had long ago stopped saving them from themselves. With a kick he send the body into the one with the gun and both fell to the ground. Turning he gave his attention to the one without a knee cap. The man had found the will to get his gun out, but before he could aim or shoot the Dark Knight had grabbed it and with his free hand smashed the man's ankle. He screamed and was immediately silenced as the gun he had just let go was rammed into his opened mouth, breaking most of his teeth and sending him coughing to the ground.

    The Batman turned to the final thug, the one who had shot. He was just done pushing the body of his friend aside, looked up and was hit by the heavily armored boot as Batman kicked into his face. Before he could scream Batman had him dragged to his feet and another two hits landed in his face and his ribs. The man collapsed and a powerful kick into his neck made him fade out.

    The Batman stood still for a moment, hearing only the coughing of the last remaining conscious attacker. He looked at the three prisoners and his look told them not to run. One tried anyway and he stopped him by an extended arm, making the restraint body crush into the ground.

    Then he turned to the last man who stumbled back to his feet. Without a hurry he walked over to him. With swift brutality he hit his rips and then dived under the extended arm of the man and hit the same spot again. Fighting for air the man collapsed and Batman attached one of his climbing hooks around his injured leg. He could have picked the healthy one, but he felt these men deserved the pain. He pulled the robe and the body of the Black masked man collapsed. Then he threw the rope up and it's magnetic end found a spot to attach itself to and the wind drew the screaming man up. Batman passed him ignoring the man's suffering as his broken knee was stretched. He was hanging from above like a large piece of meat. A single hit with his fist as he passed stopped the whining and send the man into the realm of dreams. Nightmares probably.

    Batman positioned himself before the two kneeling prisoners, took a moment to assess who was more afraid of the two and then grabbed the one. He dragged him to the edge of the pier and held him directly over the water.

    "Two questions." Batman said with his raspy deep voice he so naturally adopted when he was wearing the cowl. "How well can you swim with your hands tied and why did they wanted to execute you." He asked directly and let the man dwell in his fear for another moment before yelling at him.

    "TALK!"

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  14. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Red Hood
    Somewhere on the outskirts of Gotham, October 29th, 5:32pm

    Old Industrial Gotham. This part of the city was long abandoned in favor of much better and far more profitable real estate. It’d fallen into such a state of disrepair and dilapidation, that no one in their right mind dared to venture here, except for certain criminal elements.

    Dusk was now falling, creating long shadows across the many old buildings that were now silent monuments to an age long past. Atop the tallest building in the area, Red Hood looked down at a very specific warehouse through a dirty broken window. This side of the building was obscured by shadow, concealing him from view, just as he knew it would be. His gloved hands held the high powered binoculars he’d brought along with his ‘hunting kit’ as he scanned his target.

    One by one, he counted the thugs surrounding the warehouse. There were five at the front and four wandering about. No canine guards, or at least none that he could see. All the thugs were distracted on some level or another. If they weren’t on their cellphones, they chatted easily with each other. Thugs were a dime a dozen for a reason, but they were by no means innocent. Red Hood also needed to see if they possessed any means of communication besides verbal. It wouldn’t do if they had radios and spoiled the surprise, unless he could exploit that as well. Carefully, he zoomed-in on the warehouse to see if there were any security cameras installed. That was more likely to be the case if they were in Gotham City proper, but it didn’t hurt to be certain, even if the location was remote. Hmm. No sign of Mr.Grimm or the ‘Buyer’. It was very likely they were already inside.

    At present, Red Hood needed information. Why would a notorious drug lord suddenly be dealing in illegal firearms? Enough to start a war or equip a small army. Something was off here, very off.

    As fate would have it, today's official target had a face and a name: Allan Skut.

    Turning, Red Hood patted the SAMR he had set-up for insurance, just in case. A few other toys were also near by inside a Kord Industries Lockbox. The room in the basement was also ready. After all, he had learned about prep-time from the best. The Red Hood checked his armor, personal gear and made sure all was well in place.

    All this was just steps to his ultimate goal. Once that was achieved, the Nightmares would be forever silenced.

    “Time to go hunting.”

    It was getting darker outside, and so, he too descended, silently like a shadow, unheard and unseen. Those ‘pros’ postings parkour videos online had absolutely no idea what was really possible. There was no need for the grappling hook. Not yet.

    Moving in a low, graceful and stealthy manner, like a hunting panther, Red Hood makes his way around the darkening warehouse. He is unseen, yet close enough to hear some of the talk the thugs are engaged in, which helps him determine their relative distance. Methodically, he progresses, seeking out two of the wandering thugs which wander a ‘little too far’ for their own good. He who was brought back to life, now brings death.

    Keeping low and hunched, Red Hood approaches one of the distracted thugs from behind, this one is oblivious as he scrolls through his cellphone, his face illuminated by the light coming from the screen. Something amuses him, so he chuckles. There’s a sudden flurry of motion. The thug does not realize what’s happening until is too late, as his eyes bulge out in abject terror. A gloved hand covers his mouth, even as a blade pierces his clothes and flesh, slips through his ribs from the back, and pierces his heart.

    In an instant, he is no more.

    Silent. Surgical. Always fatal.

    Red Hood silently drags the cooling corpse nearby, takes the cellphone and silences it. He quickly scans for any pertinent information, then divests the corpse of any weapons and identification after conducting a search.

    Employing the same method, he approaches the second thug from behind. A swift crack at the back of the neck renders him unconscious. When the thug comes to moments later, he would find himself hog-tied, face down and staring at his dead ‘friend’, who’s expression is etched into a mask of terror. Aside from being divested of his own personal effects, he’d also feel the unmistakable edge of a cold blade pressing against his throat, as an equally cold voice whispers into his ear.

    “Try to scream, you die, twitch and you die. You have ten seconds. Allan Skut. Where is he? nine, eight…..”

    The ten seconds were not just for the thug alone.


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  15. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Dinah Drake Lance
    Sj's Coffee Shop, Mason Street, October 29th, 2:13 pm


    Dinah entered the cafe that Babs had recommended. She stifled a yawn as she didn’t get too much sleep last night as she was on patrol and also trying to avoid the big Bat. He didn’t like when other vigilantes who were not part of his so called “Family” stepped on his turf. Though they had reached some sort of an agreement in regards to working with Barbara.

    Dinah was not in her Black Canary attire as it was attracting too much attention or gave the wrong impression in people. Besides it was a bit too early to walk around in fishnets and tight leather. So she was wearing plain jeans and a shirt. Nothing too conspicuous. The man sitting at one of the tables attracted her attention. Maybe was the tattoos, her time in Team 7 made her aware of her surroundings. If only she could use those technological doodads that Barbara and her people or the others from the Justice League used to scan such things and immediately get an answer.

    She sat at a table which allowed her to keep an eye on that guy but not be too obvious about it. Dinah almost jumped from the sudden appearance of the waitress ‘I am too tired for this.’ she chastised herself for not noticing the girl in the first place. ”Oh, hi. Ummm some coffee, black, do you offer sandwiches?”

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  16. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Jul 15, 2014
    IC: Khalan
    Sj's Coffee Shop, Mason Street, October 29th, 2:13 pm

    Khalan smiled back at the woman and wrote her drink order down. "We have Turkey, Ham and Cheese and Roast Beef. I'm afraid we like to keep it simple here miss." Khalan sounded apologetic. Maybe she was from the rich part of town? She looks nice, but I wonder if she's waiting for someone. Or something. She does look a little out of it. "If you need time to decide I can come back. I never forget about a customer." Khalan glanced over at the hooded man and frowned, feeling unsure. But she still had to take his order too. Without realising it, she had moved a little closer to Dinah out of instinct. There was always strength in numbers after all.

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  17. Reynar_Tedros

    Reynar_Tedros Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Jul 3, 2006
    Renée Montoya
    Gotham City; Apartment 516

    Renée stood face to face with her mother in the middle of a brightly lit Gotham City street. They were surrounded by cars flashing their lights and honking, drivers leaning their heads out of windows and yelling at them to move. She felt a rumble underneath her feet growing stronger. Tears were streaming down her face.

    "Mom," she said between sobs. Far behind her mother, who looked like an older version of herself but a little shorter and a little wider, explosions rang out and Renée could see the smoke rising and cries in the distance. The explosions were growing closer, and she could feel them behind her as well. They were enclosing upon them, but the flashing lights and roaring car horns didn't cease.

    Her mother's mouth moved, but she couldn't hear her over all the noise. The older woman's eyes were filled with fear, and her lips trembled as she spoke her silent words.

    Finally, as the explosions grew closer and building after building went up in balls of flame around them, Renée grabbed her mother in a tight embrace. "I don't know how to let you go!" she cried. And finally, they were consumed by the chaos.

    "Mom!" Renée shot up in her bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. She looked around her, feeling herself at the point between conscious and unconscious where the mind is still adjusting to what's real and what's not. She realized that she'd been dreaming, and slowly laid her head back down on her pillow. The raw emotion she felt in the dream had carried over to her now, and she rolled over onto her stomach and put her face in her pillow and cried. She lifted her head to breathe, brought her forearm around and rested her head on top of it and sobbed. The nightmare had felt so real.

    She looked over at the nightstand next to her bed and reached for her phone, turning it on and squinting her eyes at the bright screen against the darkness of the room. It was barely four in the morning, and there was one message from an unknown number. She set it back down on the nightstand and rolled over onto her back, folded her hands behind her head and rested on them as she stared at the ceiling. She'd stopped crying, but tears still rolled out of the sides of her eyes and down her cheeks onto the wet pillow beneath. She wished she could call her mom, just to hear her voice again. To know that she was okay. But she couldn't. They hadn't talked in months, and she knew that her mother's God she called a husband wouldn't allow that to change. She punched her fist to her forehead a couple times in frustration at how alone she felt. If she had any tears left to cry she would've done so, but now the only feeling she could muster was anger.

    Renée knew she was done sleeping for the night, so she grabbed her phone again and opened up the text she'd received. The number was anonymous, encrypted.

    Gotham Harbor. Tonight. Black Mask.

    Renée read over the text again. Was it legit? She had to believe it to be. She'd been trying to get a read on Black Mask for what felt like an eternity now, and this was as good a lead as she'd ever gotten. But... she cursed. Several times. Of course it would be tonight, the night she was supposed to meet with Daria to discuss... things. The last time they'd spoken, they hadn't left things on the best of notes, and this certainly wouldn't help Renée's case that she could successfully balance her professional and personal lives. She found Daria's name in her phone and began to type out a message.

    Can we meet tomorrow night instead? Something urgent's come up. I'm sorry.

    Renée read over the message several times to herself before hitting send. She turned her phone off and set it back on the nightstand. Rolling back over in bed and staring at the ceiling with which she'd become well acquainted, she sighed. She had a feeling it was gonna be a long day.



    The Question
    Gotham Harbor

    By the time the Question approached the scene at the harbor, Batman had already immobilized all of the thugs in the vicinity, and was currently interrogating the last one conscious enough to talk. She'd witnessed the caped crusader in action before, both with her own eyes back in her G.C.P.D. days and through the featureless mask she wore now, and this may have been his most brutal and, frankly, impressive display yet.

    But she didn't have time to stop and admire his handiwork. She still had a job to do, and Black Mask was nowhere to be found. She was close, she could feel it, and she'd be damned if she'd let him slip away this time. Sticking to the shadows, the Question made her way around the perimeter, keeping her eyes peeled for any sign of the man she sought, or any kind of escape vehicle he might commandeer.

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  18. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

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    Mar 19, 2017
    Gotham Harbor, October 29th, 11:58pm

    “Oh crap! Man, I don’t know! Please man!” the hostage was just another young deadbeat who had gotten mixed up in something much bigger than he thought. He shivered as his eyes popped out of his sockets and he soiled himself out of fear.

    “Listen man, I swear I dunno anything! I was like, sleeping in my buddy’s place and then they came for me man, I swear!”

    The other hostage the Bat had left absent tried to make a run for it.

    The Question looked around for the Black Mask, but a bullet whizzed past her head and slammed into a cargo crate. Several more bullets ripped into the crates. No silencers, just flashes of guns going off all over the place. The two needed to find cover fast.

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    Somewhere on the outskirts of Gotham, October 29th, 5:32pm

    The man’s eyes bulged and he began to sweat.

    “He’s… inside the warehouse. There’s a small room inside where you’ll f-find him... “

    He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth for a few moments.

    “Please don’t kill me…”

    Something inside the warehouse began sniffing. It knew something was in the air, and it was going to find it. A sinister surprise left for the Red Hood now began to creep outside.

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    Sj's Coffee Shop, Mason Street, October 29th, 2:17 pm

    The shivering fellow pulled out a cell-phone and held it against his ear. He nodded a few times, his face growing paler by the second.

    “Yeah, I’m ready.”

    He put the phone down and walked outside the coffee shop. A black car pulled up to the side of the street and three men hopped and, gagging the man and throwing him into the car. The three slammed the door and tried to drive away. Anyone trying to intervene had to act quickly.

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  19. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Red Hood
    Somewhere on the outskirts of Gotham, October 29th, 5:32pm

    "He’s…inside the warehouse. There’s a small room inside where you’ll f-find him…”

    It was the thug’s biological reaction to the situation that granted him a measure of credence. He was sweating and visibly afraid, but he could still be lying, or at least telling a half-truth.

    Red Hood mulled the info over for a brief second, still holding the cold steel blade to the thug’s throat.

    So, the target was in a small room inside the warehouse. Well, that wasn’t very specific, but it was sufficient actionable intel.

    “Please don’t kill me…” The thug whimpered.

    It was ironic really, how some of these ‘hardened criminals’ crumbled once the tables were turned on them, once they became prey instead of the predator. However, some were just misguided fools, making bad choices and ending in the wrong place at the wrong time. Still, none were innocent in the final analysis.

    One swift motion. That’s all it would take. Quick. Clean. Simple.

    But there was another opportunity here as well.

    “Your life is mine.” Red Hood said calmly and with chilling authority. “You’re my inside man. You get to live.”

    Without warning, a swift and calculated blow was delivered to the back of thug’s neck, instantly knocking him out-cold. Without missing a beat, Red Hood sliced the thug’s forearm, right at the place one would suffer a wound when reflexively fending-off a blade-wielding attacker. It wouldn’t do to leave him without a sign of struggle after what was about to transpire that evening. That would certainly be seen as suspicious. If he was smart, he would figure it out. If not….

    Red Hood untied the first thug and left him where he was, then dragged his ‘would-be-future-informant’ a short distance away.

    Hm. Two down. Seven to go.

    The other two wanderers were ‘easy’ prey. They never saw him coming. Now, they would never have to worry about being hunted by the Red Hood. Ever again. Batman should be grateful he was cleaning up the trash, but Bruce would never see it that way.

    “Hmph.”

    Now that leaves five thugs on the outside.

    Still moving with practiced stealth, Red Hood made his way closer to the warehouse, close enough to observe the next group without breaking cover or giving his position away. All the old left-over crates made for great cover, but that worked both ways. That he knew well. Thankfully, it was also dark.

    Getting the other five thugs stationed at the front of the door was going to be tricky.

    For that, he needed a distraction, but something innocuous enough not to have them panic like pigeons at the park beset by unruly children, but cause enough curiosity not to raise a real alarm.

    Taking several stones from the ground, Red Hood felt their shape and weight, then expertly tossed one at the nearest abandoned building, audibly breaking a ground floor window. If that didn’t catch their attention, he still had a few more stones left.


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  20. Reynar_Tedros

    Reynar_Tedros Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Jul 3, 2006
    The Question
    Gotham Harbor

    The Question swore as she ducked at the sound of the bullets flying by and slamming into the cargo crate she stood next to, causing her ears to ring at the vibration of metal against metal. Where had they come from? She didn’t have time to figure it out at the moment, as she quickly somersaulted on the ground to the edge of the crate and scrambled around it for cover. Her back up against it, the Question didn’t dare peak her head around the side to find out where the shooters were, but she unholstered one of the pistols from inside of her coat and waited for a ceasefire. And then she wondered if she was only their secondary target, as the Batman was nearby and not as concealed as she was.

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  21. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Batman
    Harbor

    He hissed frustrated as the shots rang through the night and hurled the surviving man behind a box into cover. "STAY THERE." He commanded with his raspy deep voice and instead of taking cover he retreated to the only cover he would ever need. Pointing his grappling hook röntge above he fired it back to the crane where the magnetic hook attached immediately and with a push of a button he disappeared upwards. As he scented he saw he had not been alone at the harbor. Another person was there. Another ... vigilante. The Question he had classified this one in his files. Most shots probably were for him/her, he wasn't sure about the gender yet.

    He worked alone now and he would always work alone, but the Black Masks could not have The Question. The cape hardened lumpst s of he had mentally ordered it to and he let go of the hook and floated down again, using the gliding effect to land right in the midst of the greatest concentration of muzzle flares.

    As he set down he slowly raised his head and then raised up to his full height.

    "Hey." He simply said and began to attack the men.

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  22. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Dinah Drake Lance
    Sj's Coffee Shop, Mason Street, October 29th, 2:17 pm


    It was hard to decide what she wanted. She was not on any diet, her lifestyle allowed her to burn every excess fat. She had the body of a fit supermodel drawing too much attention to her. Her “work” outfit didn’t help with that either. Take that Wonder Woman! Or most of the superheroines for that matter.

    As she opened her mouth to reply to the girl the nervous looking guy said something that caught her attention. Ninety-nine percent of the time it didn’t mean anything, but something nagged her. After years of superheroing you develop a kind of a sixth sense about these things. Dinah observed the man. She could see him go outside and… what was going on!?

    “Oh no you don’t!” she muttered and jumped from her seat.

    Slamming the door behind her Dinah was back on the street. Her jeans and overall outfit were not made for long distance running, besides there was hardly any chance to stop the moving vehicle. There was only one option left. She opened her mouth and produced a directed sound wave, known as the “Canary Cry”, towards the van. Hopefully it will reach it and disable it…

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  23. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Jul 15, 2014
    IC: Khalan
    Sj's Coffee Shop, Mason Street, October 29th, 2:17 pm



    Khalan was startled as the woman leapt from her chair and ran out onto the street. She dropped her writing pad and came out just in time to hear and see her scream. She winched from the noise and noticed the car trying to speed away. Khalan gave the woman a glance, not realising that she had been a mutant and tried desperately to think of a way to help her.

    Fight.

    No.
    Khalan thought back as her heart started to beat wildly in her chest. I can't.

    You can. Focus. Fight back.

    Khalan felt herself dig her feet into the ground before she threw out her arm and pulled the car back towards the scream. She winched, feeling exhausted and irritated as she steadied herself even more. Come back here.

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  24. Master Vo'Un'Var

    Master Vo'Un'Var Jedi Knight star 4

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    Mar 19, 2017
    Gotham Harbor, October 30th, 12:01am

    They didn't even stand a chance when the Batman arrived. They slowly went down one by one, panicking as they saw the infamous Batman.

    "Cannon fodder."

    The raspy voice spat out a few words as a huge fist hurled through the darkness and smashed into the Batman's face. He would have been flung backwards, and would have needed to make a quick recovery.

    [​IMG]

    "Batman!" rasped the brute, his muscles bulging as Venom pumped into his bloodstream.

    "Arkham couldn't hold me, Batman!"

    Bane towered over the Bat, and The Question would be able to see it all as Bane stepped out into the light. Something had to be done, and at this point it was obvious. This whole thing was staged.

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    Somewhere on the outskirts of Gotham, October 29th, 5:34pm

    The thugs looked over towards an abandoned building as a window shattered.

    "The hell was that..?" said one of them, lowering their voice.

    "I dunno, make Gus check it out."

    "Why me?"

    "Do it."

    What must have been Gus began to move towards the building, raising a shotgun. The others watched him closely, diverting their attention towards him. A perfect oppurtunity.

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    Sj's Coffee Shop, Mason Street, October 29th, 2:18 pm

    Canary ran out to try and disable the car, the scream went off and it edged close towards the car... but too late. The car was speeding off, but was suddenly thrown back towards the scream. The sound waves were able to reach the car and disable it.

    A man threw themselves out from the door, but something was in their hands. A rifle.

    "Stay back! I-I'll shoot!"

    Another person got out, but with a hostage in their arms and a pistol towards their head.

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  25. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Red Hood
    Somewhere on the outskirts of Gotham, October 29th, 5:34pm

    The thugs fell for the diversion and sent their weakest into likely danger. Typical. Still, an opportunity presented itself and would not go to waste.

    ‘Gus’ walked forward, uncertainty in his steps, yet drawing courage from the shotgun he carried in his hands. Noted. It was safe to assume that the other four would be armed as well.

    Silently, Red Hood rolled a dark canister towards the group. The deployment mechanism was on a delay, and Red Hood watched as the smoke grenade shot its content amid the unsuspecting thugs. He’d taken inventory as to their position and sprang to action as soon as the area was covered in smoke. He needed to act fast. The less anyone saw, the better. And if they assumed incorrectly, even better still. No one inside needed to be the wiser.

    Staying low, he moved towards the closest thug, combat knife in hand. In a swift and practiced motion, one gloved hand covered his target’s mouth while the other plunged the knife deep into him, straight through the heart, ending one criminal career in seconds.

    One down and on to the next.

    Red Hood’s plan was to swiftly eliminate all four thugs in his immediate area and leave ‘Gus’ for last. He was furthest from the warehouse, and was not expecting him. If everything proceeded according to plan, the adjacent building was a perfect spot for a quick interrogation. If Gus was smart and played his cards right, he’d cooperate and share some intel on what was going on inside. Can’t take the word of one scared thug as canon.

    Whatever Allan Skut was up to, was going to end tonight.

    One way or the other.


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