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 Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 7:59 pm
Batman watched Pixie leave with sharp, distrustful eyes, and then leapt over several rooftops, until he could look in on the kid. The uncertain feeling grew; she hadn't tied him up, and had put a pillow under his head. "...Spider-man is still with you, correct?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:09 pm
"Yes?" came the cautious reply.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:11 pm
This made no sense. "And he doesn't have any new sidekicks I should know about?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:49 pm
Superman said "No, Spider-man says he does not have a sidekick."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:54 pm
Batman slipped into the apartment--which was a mess-- and looked at the motionless figure more closely. Definitely shorter than Spider-man was supposed to be, only 5'6 or 5'7. "So if I were to say that I was staring right at an unconscious teenager in a very convincing Spider-man costume, he would have no clue who he might be?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:20 pm
Superman responded "Spider-man doesn't know who he is, but the girl in the psychic containment cell just called him 'the only real spider on his world...'"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:27 pm
Batman glanced down at the prone figure again... more specifically at the pillow under his head. Well, it really matter who he was, did it? He couldn't leave him here, not with someone this unstable. Actually, this act of kindness left him more unnerved than all of her previous acts put together."... Alright. I should be back in about five to ten minutes. Diana might be longer."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:29 pm
"Understood, Batman, meet you at the Watchtower."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:45 pm
Batman put the communicator away and started to pick up the new Spider-man... Then a thought occurred to him. He didn't like it--at all-- but it definitely had some merit if one looked at things from a strategic standpoint. If he knew Pixie--and he was pretty sure that he did-- she wanted to use this kid for something. Maybe her motives were purely selfless at the moment, but when this kid finally woke up, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from using the situation to her advantage... which meant that if he planted a tracer on Spider-kid now, he could keep tabs on Pixie... And whoever she was working with. Looking at the box labeled, 'Move to Ivy's,' it seemed fairly likely that she worked with everyone in his rouge's gallery, or had at one time or another.
But this was a kid-- moreover a kid who had five broken ribs and was probably bleeding internally, if the bruising around his liver was any indication. He needed medical attention. Batman hesitated, torn, and then sighed and carefully began checking for other damage, doing his best to keep the mask over the boy's face as he did so.
Several minutes later, he'd ascertained that the boy also had a bad concussion, a fractured arm, and a bite on his neck that looked ominously familiar. Did they have to deal with vampires, now? On top of everything else? In any case, Batman could find no injuries that would prevent him from being moved, so he levered him up as carefully as possible, trying to avoid putting any pressure on his damaged torso, and jumped out the window. As he headed back to the cave, he couldn't help thinking about that pillow. How... unexpected.
{Exit U. Spider-man and Batman to the Batcave}
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:59 pm
((This is only heard by those with JLA communicators))
"Attention, all active and reserve members of the JLA, This is Superman, please report to the JLA Watchtower immediately, to regroup and deal with this crisis. I repeat, all active and reserve members, this is not a drill."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 11:25 pm
"Afout ime you idiots arrived..."
The Scarecrow was at the outpost in the middle of Gotham, disguised as a homeless shelter that had been abandon and Eastern Bloc Agents disguised as homeless people littered the area, pretending to ask for change to other peopel to keep them away from the building. The Comrads now titled Pumkods due to their color change to look like pumpkins theme robots so there previous red color with the Hammer and Sickle icon on their chest didn't link them back to the Commissar. Scarecrow was instructed to use them with his attack of Stark Industries. One of the Pumkods was specially equipped to have a pilot do Scarecrow could hitch a ride with them. Jumping into the one with pilot capabilities, all five of the Pumkods took off to head towards Stark Industries.
((Exit Scarecrow and Five Pumkods to Stark Industries.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:54 am
((BTW, Pixie: Sorry about taking Spider-man. I just couldn't think of any way that Batman would leave an unconscious teenager in a supervillain's apartment. If it makes you feel any better, the next time Spider-man sees Pixie, it is very, very unlikely that he will run away. In fact, he'll probably want to thank her.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 2:43 pm
((Eh, it's ok. I'm actually kinda glad you did because I was sorta stuck at what to do next XP))
Pixie hurried back to her apartment, the bag of medical supplies under her arm. She pushed open the door. Had she left it unlocked? She shrugged, she could never remember stupid things like that. Turning the light on a small gasp left her lips. The Spidey-brat was gone. "Oh no... Oh no..." She moaned to herself running through the apartment and checking to see if he'd gone to the bathroom or something. This was not good. As far as she knew, someone could have broken in. Someone evil. Someone who would do far worse things to Spiderman then she'd have ever planned. But why should I care? She wondered as she sat down in the now empty couch. He was just something I was going to us in a plan. Still, she felt guilty over letting someone get hurt. You're going soft. She thought to herself placing an arm over her eyes and leaning back into the couch. "Purple Pixie... Hero." She muttered to herself. It sounded strange. Could she pull something like that off? Of course the resident heros like Superman and Batman were sure to distrust her. But first things first she needed an idea of where Short-Spidey may have dissappeared to. Softy. her mind cried at her. Oh shut up.
((Exit pixie to new york))
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 6:34 pm
((Enter the Phantasm from the Batcave.))
While things between heroes and villains were going on elsewhere, the Phantasm was dealing with the now and the now being the territory wars between New York crime organizations and Gotham crime organizations. While the heroes were away planning their next move, the Phantasm felt his abilities could help the heroes deal with the small stuff, leaving the bigger problems for them to solve without having to worry about the petty stuff. The Phantasm didn't want to display his role in this because his tactics of murder weren't part of hero morals, making it easier to work under his own jurisdiction instead of being part of a group.
The police of Gotham and New York were cooperating against several gangs in that were fighting each other and worse, several new gangs created from the unions of others. This current shootout between one gang against the police was happening on the streets and it was an all out war with many deaths happening on both sides. Police were in despair that no heroes had come to save them. For such occasions to bring hope to the police force, the Phantasm wore a disposable cape to imitate Batman; the man who his mother deeply loved. The Phantasm may have wanted to prove his mettle against Batman, but he also respected the Dark Knight as a fellow hero and what he stood for. As the Phantasm stood upon a roof top, one officer from the other side pointed up and there was a cease fire. One officer finally said something about the shadowy figure:
"Is that the Bat?"
Unlike the police force, the gangs they were fighting didn't hesitate and started shooting at the shadowy figure with the yell of one of the gang lieutenants. The figure descended into the gun fire, seemingly unaffected with the smoke circling around him. The cape helped his descending towards the gang members and the police cheered as the figure dived into the groups, but stopped when the scent and sight of blood was apparent. Within minutes, most of the gang members were on the ground dead and those who ran away were cornered into a building. One police officer stepped forth to the shadowy figure, nervous about who had just unleashed this carnage. The officer stumbled back in fear when the figure turned around and revealed his mask: a metal skull. Immediately, a few officers started to fire upon him, but he disappeared in smoke before a single bullet could hit him.
The Phantasm was catching the stragglers that had retreated into the building, most notably the gang leader, George Herilds. With two of his lieutenants by his side, he was confident that they could escape from the mask figure. The three started a conversation; the first saying something was Louie, the left lieutenant.
"Who was that? That wasn't the Bat..."
George wiped the sweat off his forward head and only began to realize how nervous he actually was; his face displayed confidence, but the pour of sweat off his body was stated otherwise.
"Of course it wasn't! Go search around...Find a way out back..."
The two lieutenants went forth into the hall, but only their screams were heard after a few seconds and blood could be seen spilling into view from where George was in the room. Under stress and fear, George started to back away from the doorway when he dumped into something and it wasn't a wall.
"Your angel of death awaits, Mr. Herilds..."
George dumped forward and turned around with his pistol aimed at the figure, but all he saw was smoke and an open window. He could have sworn there was someone there, but his mind was probably playing tricks on him; no one could move around that fast except maybe Flash and he wasn't the slaughter type. George backed away to the door, only to feel a sharp pain in his back as he screamed in agony. Blood dripped form his chest as his corpse fell to the ground and the Phantasm started to disappear into a cloud of smoke.
"Good night, Mr. Herilds..."
There were still many leaders that needed taking care of in this city and until he killed each one, there was no rest for the Phantasm.
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 3:04 pm
Joker looked around at the table as he ate, watching the others leave. Only Goss and Rosie remained. Ah, well, at least he knew who would stick around. Finishing his meal, He looked at the two of them and smiled, saying, "Well, I guess this means I get to dine with two lovely ladies all to myself, then, hehe..." He put down his silverware, and said, "Waiting on you two, but take your time."
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