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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 7:42 pm
(That's right, Harley Quinn was fairly close to the train station where everything went kaboom.)
[At a darkened warehouse belonging to the Falcones....]
One of the thugs walked up to the street boss in a dark suit, "Boss, everythin's ready to move."
Al Fusco nodded, a grim smile spread across his lips, "That'll make the Capo happy. The sooner we get this done...."
"Got it, Boss," the gunmen walked back toward two other armed thugs, leaving the Falcone soldier to his own business. The made man pulled out a cigarette from a vest pocket, pulling out a gold lighter. As Fusco lit his cigarette, he couldn't help but think that everything was going according to plan....
Swiftly, a shadow moved behind Al Fusco. A dark gloved hand grabbed the Falcone Soldier by his chin -- covering his mouth. This figure swept his other hand across Fusco's throat with a knife. As Fusco's dying spray of blood showered his expensive suit, the gunman nearby realized that something was wrong.
As they turned, they saw a man in a dark costume, cape and cowl firing a pistol at them. As the first gunman was downed, one of his fellows bellowed, "IT'S THE BAT!!!"
A second gunman was killed with a single shot, at several shots bounced off of the black body armor of their attacker. From a standing postion, the shadow killed the man with a shotgun, pivoted and shot again at a third gunman.
The mafia muscle fell backward staring at his killer, "But.... you don't kill.... Batman doesn't kill."
Callously, another shot went through the man's forehead. As more shots rang out, the figure moved back into the shadows.
"@#$#ING BAT!!! HE"S KILLING EVERY..," another gunman's shout is interrupted by a bullet through his eye.
The last three gunman flee up a metal stairwell. As one of them is shot in the back, the last two run into an office and shut the door behind them. Once inside, they take positions ready to fire at anyone coming through the door. The window in the door breaks, as both gunmen open fire. A small object rolls near them....
After the explosion kills the last of his opponents, the dark figure goes back down the stairs to continue his grim task. His gloved hand grabs a plastic bottle and opened it. Then, the bottle's contents are poured on the floor toward several barrels marked 'flamable'.
The figure walked back to where Fusco's body lay and picked up the blood splattered lighter. Then, he walked back to the edge of the pool of liquid, lit the lighter, and dropped it. As that became a fiery conflagration, the figure dissappeared back into the shadows....
The police officer replayed what was left of the recording from the internal security camera for Detectives Bullock and Montoya. Montoya quietly swore, as Bullock grimly stared at the images presented to him. Then, the senior detective looked at the burnt warehouse that firemen just cleared. Shaking his head, Bullock walked back to his car and grabbed the receiver for his police radio, "Hey, it's Bullock. You better get a hold of the Commish. We need to put an APB on Batman."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:01 am
Overhearing Bullock's transmission through the police intercom got Dundee curious, he tried to get in to get a better listen, but Arell got his younger brother by his shirt collar.
"Now look, de federales already got you in trouble fer bustin' up dat neighborhood tryin' to find dat Brooks feller, de LAST thang you need is to confuse 'em." the big Cajun warned as Dundee wriggled himself loose.
"We gotta redeem ourselves, right? Let's go find the guy they're lookin' for!" Dundee yelped back. Antigua smiled.
"Dundee has a point, mon. We should at least give it a try." Antigua said and helped get Dundee loose.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 1:13 pm
VICEThe truck drove away without interruption, and Vice kept after it across the rooftops as ghostly as he could manage. He’d have to wait until the truck met a red light to be able to board it. There were just too many tall buildings for him to safely jump from to land on the truck. At least, without denting the top of it and alarming everyone inside. So…he’d have to settle on taking in landmarks in case he DID loose the van. Then he could at least guess the general area this cute little clown lived. Alright, so they were passing the police station…which was right beside a Gotham Hospital. There were two guys standing outside the station, but he didn’t pay much attention to them. It wasn’t as if they’d be able to see him right now. Smell him, maybe…if they had such abilities. There were a few heroes in the past that nearly caught him because they could follow his scent. It was times like those he was glad he could phase though anything he wanted. Alright, so….turn right near the Hospital….then down two blocks….then make a left….two more blocks….then another right….another block…and then… ….huh? Vice stopped and stood hanging from the side of a building by his chain, his feet pressed against the wall. The van had pulled into an old warehouse that was small enough that it might as well be a garage. This couldn’t have been it. Must have been where they stashed or dumped the vehicles. Or maybe they just hid the days profit here until they could move it again. Either way, this isn’t what he’d followed after them for. Scratching his head, he looked around the block for a bit. If they left the van, then they couldn’t be too far off. But…this was still well inside the main part of the City. All he seen were a few businesses, buildings, a bowling alley, and a penthouse or two. Nothing that was exactly…hide-out worthy. That is unless the chick was doing very well for herself and actually did base herself in one of these pricey buildings. 
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 5:49 am
(Hey haven't posted for away because I was in a competion in Korea! Just got back!)
Beast boy looked at Arell and his friends. He saw that he was not needing to hear this. Beast boy slowly backed up. "Well I'll catchu you guys later!" He said chuckling uncomfortably. He rubbed the back of his neck. Beastboy turned arounnd and turned into a hawk and flew off.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 12:10 pm
((Welcome home, man! How'd you do?))
Arell smiled. "Sounds good, BB. Take care now, hoss. I'll catch up with ya later!" The Cajun said as the hawk flew off. The Cajun turned around and looked at Dundee. "First thang we do after we clear your name is return dat communicator." Arell said.
"Hey, mon . . . lighten up on de boy a little bit. He meant well." Antigua said to Arell.
"Hey, how 'bout a drink to plan this out? I know a little bar not too far from here." Dundee offered as they piled into the truck and drove.
((Exit to Iceberg Lounge))
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 11:13 pm
[Enter Lady Deathstike from Metropolis] Teleporting in from Metropolis, Lady Deathstrike appears within the empty hideout that was one where the Romanian Syndicate held until the Russian invaders attacked and slew them. Going into one of the rooms, Yuriko retrieves some of her things and uses a bathroom to freshen up and change into a dress. She needed to talk to someone.  Fixing her hair and adding makeup after changing into the strapless dress with sheer hose and violet dress shoes. Looking in the mirror, Yuriko was satisfied. Then, she packed up what she was wearing earlier in a suitcase and left the hideout wearing a trenchcoat over her dress. She left the empty hideout and got a cab to the Hilton. Once she got there, Yuriko checked in stashing her suitcase in her room. Next, Yuriko Oyama went back down to the lobby and walked into an expensive stoer inside. Twenty minutes later, the Japanese noble exited the store wearing a black fur coat and matching expensive evening purse. With a smirking grin of her face, Yuriko approaches the man tending the front desk, "I require a driver to take me to the Iceberg Lounge. I just checked in 405." The man nodded, "Of course, Miss. I'll have Reginald take you there." After a call and a few minutes later, a limo waited on the Japanese lady. "Thank you, Sir," Yuriko inclined her head as she proceeded to the front door where her limo awaited. [Exit Lady Deathstrike to the Iceberg Lounge]
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 1:36 pm
VICE
Vice hid, and watched the group until he couldn’t see them any longer. They’d pulled the van into the warehouse, and from one of the boarded up windows, he could see them unloading it. All of the jewelry they placed into crates that had a symbol on the side of it that looked suspiciously like…the bowling alley right next to them. The crates were taken through a side door, through the tiny alley, and into the employee entrance of the bowling alley. Vice crawled over to another accessible window and watched.
There was one alley that acted as a secret door of sorts. The back of it opened up, revealing a tunnel. From there, everyone disappeared. Vice couldn’t be sure where the little secret passage went to, so if he was going to find out where the harlequins hideout was, he’d have to completely tag along. So, phasing though the wall, he let himself fall until he hit the ground level. Still invisible, and wanting to keep his stealth mode on high, he kept his phasing abilities active. Landing through the concrete floor beneath him soundlessly. He pulled himself out of the ground and followed closely behind the dark haired woman named Quell as she carried a smaller crate into the tunnel entrance. The man she had been flirting with earlier was standing in the center of a small elevator at the end of the tunnel. As she entered, the man pressed the only button in the elevator. Up.
As the elevator began to move, Vice leaned against the wall, keeping the majority of his body in phase mode. The two lovebirds were at it again, and he didn’t want one of them to bump into an invisible man. Although…they seemed distracted enough that they might not notice even if they did bump into him. They couldn’t help it though…his “vice” powers were and ongoing ability. Everyone acted at least a little more “flawed” around him.
When the elevator finally stopped (after quite a few stories he guessed), the doors finally opened to reveal a rather nice penthouse. Fully furnished, fully stocked, and tall enough ceilings to hold a gaudily large Roman helmet statue in the center of the room. Vice bit back the urge to whistle, and walked as quickly as he could through the large room and out to the balcony so that he could see exactly where he was and store it away.
Alright, this was the penthouse at the top of the building next to the bowling alley. Alright. Not hard to remember at all.
Now he just needed to make sure this was truly Harley’s place, and not and employers house or something. Because that would make sense. Have your low key employees take a secret entrance to access your home. He could see Blackstone doing something like that without a second thought.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 3:19 pm
Local news broadcasters came on screen announcing the arson and multiple homicide of associates belonging to the Falcone crime family that occured in the warehouse district.
"The police have informed us that this crime was perpetrated by no other than the vigilante known as Batman," the newscaster declared with a short 'edited-for-content' video clip showing a man looking like Batman shooting several goons and setting fire to the warehouse in question.
The newscaster continued, "As this truly saddens this reporter to have to admit it, but it does appear that the Batman has finally crossed that last line -- to murder. It appears that Batman attacked and killed Al Fusco, a known associate of allegied crime boss Carmine Falcone, and others who worked with Mr. Fusco. The Gotham City Police have confirmed that they have an APB out of the Batman."
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:16 pm
Somewhere in the sewers of Gotham, a man's face was just pulled out of a downpouring of water. Gasping, the man screamed out at the costumed man with a cape and cowl, "Look, I told you how all the drops are made, who does what, where everything goes down, the trade with D'Amico!!!! I told you everything!!!!"
Smiling, the cowled man started soothingly at first, "I know you did Rick. I know...."
Then, the costumed man faced seemed to darken, "BUT LET'S PRETEND YOU DIDN'T!!!!!"
Rick D'Fonsio found himself thrust upwards, popping an already opened manhole cover. Rick stuggled with his head just above the pavement of a very busy highway. Rick screamed as vehicle zipped past his face, then he saw the front tires of a semi heading straight for his head.....
CRUNCH.
The costumed man's laughter could be heard echoing in the sewers.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 12:58 pm
Kori woke up under the covers with her dark companion, and her eyes widened when she saw the time, "X'hal! Ummmm, Raven? Raven? I need to get ready for work."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 1:48 pm
Raven Raven groaned softly and opened her eyes, speaking in a very sleep filled voice. "Kori? I love you, but I believe that I do not like your work at the moment." and then stood to walk to the dressers and put on clothes. The goth put on the first clothes she could find, and much to her distress they were girly. She gave her lover a look of mild distaste and said, "Starfire? We will need to discuss the wardrobe, but after work. I will remain with you in case the man decides to try to come near you again." she said and her gaze softened. "I will not leave you, I promise."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 2:18 pm
Starfire giggled as she had gotten out of bed and got dressed for work. Once she finished dressing, Star put a trenchcoat on over her skimpy outfit for working at the Lounge.
Then Star turned to her friend and lover, "Ready to go, Raven?"
Both Titans left the apartment.
[Starfire and Raven exit to Iceberg Lounge]
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 9:45 am
Tomoro Itamonai((ENTER from RANDOM STREET)) As he wandered down the streets, Tomoro spotted an elderly woman trying to carry her bags and struggling and he slinked over as silent as a shadow. "Oka-san, let me help you with this." He asked respectfully and took charge of the three awkward bags from her grip. The woman gave him a grateful smile, her blue eyes kind and gentle. "Thank you Sir. Not many people pay any mind to old hags such as myself these days. Do you mind carrying them to my house door? I won't ask you to keep going. It would be rude to impose like that." she replied in a slightly worn, but gentle voice. Tomoro smiled back, equally as kind and his jade eyes full of a gentle light. "Iie Oka-san. I would be happy to take these in for you. Kuru, show me where you live." He propmted gently. The woman began to lead him the few blocks to her house, laughing and talking with Tomoro as if they had known each other for years. "You know, I have grand daughter about your age Tomoro. You should really meet her. I think you two would at least me very good friends." She said and unlocked the door, beckoning him inside. He grinned and laughed more, the slightest hint of anger in the sound. "Iie Oka-san. I don't want a girlfriend. I'm a loner, but arigatou." and waited for her back to be turned before he flicked a knife into the back of her skull, watching her drop to the tile floor, dead before the air escaped her lungs. "Baka. I have no need for ai. You have very nice hands Oka-san. I think I'll keep them." Tomoro said in a chipper voice and yanked the knife from her head with a sickening sound, then cut off her right hand swiftly, sticking it in a plastic bag and into his jacket before leaving and walking away as if he had been enjoying the view all along. ((EXIT to RANDOM STREET))(words: Oka-san; Mother, Iie (two 'i's then an 'e'); No. Kuru; Come, Arigatou; Thank you, Baka; Fool, Ai; Love.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:29 am
VICE
While Vice was invisibly snooping around, he tried to take note of everything he found. Even the little symptoms the others demonstrated as he passed by them. The one with glasses sat at a table and went over their day’s catch, dumping the bags of jewels onto the table and making note of them. The woman Quell took the other man with glasses into one of the bedrooms and carefully shut and locked the door. Buster busied himself with ripping apart some of their…target dummies? Something like that. Louis found a spot on the couch and decided to take a break from the days excitement. And miss Harley? She went straight over to another room. Her bedroom he supposed.
Part of him wanted to take a peek inside…but the other half had established that this was their hide-out, and he could leave now. Mmmh…what to do. Get a better idea of what made this clown girl tick, or go “home” to Gossamer. He had been gone for a while now.
After a small pause, he glanced back at the door. Aw, the hell with it. He was here, and he was called vice after all. No one could fault him for something he had no control over, right? Or at least what he chose to not have control over.
With a small shrug, he carefully and quietly made his way over to the Harlequins door to phase himself inside for a peek.
BANK ALLEY
A bank within the central part of Gotham…calm, quiet. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Except for the small group of people walking out of the back of the Bank towards and armored vault car with arm fulls of money. A group of uniform-dressed thugs, two casually dressed thugs, a man in a green skin-tight costume and long bladed tail, and a woman with a scarred face and all white outfit.
Through the open door, a veil of utter darkness lifts as it slinks back into the air…revealing a group of silent and horrified bankers and clients. No one watches the group leave, no one runs to press the alarm, no one screams, not even the guards make a move to draw attention. Everyone is just…terrified.
The thugs jump into the back of the truck as Scorpion and Pity toss the money inside. Once done, they jump in back themselves. The two casual dressed men calmly walk away as the truck easily pulls out and drives down the road as if nothing was wrong at all. The two move to an alley across from the bank to watch and make sure nothing goes wrong. Nothing has so far. Not for months. Their group had been robbing banks in broad daylight for months now. And NO ONE had stopped them, or even noticed them. Thanks to the new divice Mysterio had created, everyone inside the bank was too busy soiling themselves to even think about calling the cops on them. Or even reporting that they’d been robbed until a few days had passed. The thing was supposed to REALLY get into people’s heads. Get to the thing they cared for the most, and make them think that something horrible would happen if anyone tried to stop the robbery. It was wonderful. Robberies in broad daylight, and all they did was walk in and walk out. Heck, since there were a few of the little things, they could have a couple groups pull heists at the same time in different banks. They loved it! And the two bragged about it quietly to each other as they stood there and lit up a smoke.
At the other end of the alley, from the slots of a storm drain, something black and liquidy snaked its way out and curled upwards in the air. The black liquid quickly took on a slender, feminine form before ducking behind a large dumpster. The large pure white spot on it’s “face” turned and watched the two men from the crease between the brick wall and dumpster. Silently observing for the time being. Until it could decide on what it should do next. After all…this certainly didn’t look like any city block she was used to visiting.
Then, something else caught everyone’s attention in the alley. Someone else moved from the shadows of the dark end of the alley. The figure, heavily hidden by the shadows, took a few audible steps towards the two men. ”Well…” a deep, muffled voice commented. ”That really does sound like a usefull little toy. It would certainly be just the thing I’d need for my upcoming show.”
The two men turned towards the dark figure and drew a pair of rather expensive guns towards him. ”It ain’t for sale, buddy.” one replied with a scoff. ”And we ain’t got it anyway.” the other added.
The figure chuckled with dark amusement. ”Did I say I had any plans on buying it?” he asked, then stepped out of the shadows towards the men some more, his own little revolver aimed and ready. Two white gloved hands, a well fitted and a little out-dated black tuxedo, a red cape with a tall popped collar….and on his shoulders sat a large red reflective dome that concealed anything that would have been recognizable as a head.
”Now what would be the fun in that?” the Red Hood chuckled.
ENTER Scorpion, Pity, Inque, and Red Hood from unknown.
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