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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2016 11:12 pm
Once home to the Former hidden routes of escaped slaves fleeing the South during the Civil War, then partially used as Subway tunnels, Joker now uses it to cleverly hide his location from the rest of the world while he schemes away over his latest plan to demolish Gotham.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2016 11:13 pm
Gotham city had always been a sandbox Joker thoroughly enjoyed playing in, and Batman of course had always been his favorite playmate, even if they didn't always get along. But in order to achieve the impossible, divine clarity and inspiration, he needed Absolute solace with his muse, Delirium, she had been the tastiest morsel on the menu, and he found her company deep below the City streets, beyond the sewers, down the proverbial rabbit hole, where the city went and cast their fears and doubts, down into the abandoned tunnel system. Joker wanted nary a soul to interfere, freed from the ever watchful eyes of the Bat and His fellow gallery fiends. With the kids away, and Harley stuffed away neatly at Arkham out of his hair, the clown was free to play, far away from the watchful eyes of the world, perhaps even in the process raising questions, the papers even declaring him retired, or dead... He'd not been seen or heard from in months. Down dank and dusty shafts, far too numerous to count, down further past abandoned Subway cars, desolate and soiled with forgotten age and time, Joker sat within a vast decaying network of dingy rooms, cramped tight with steel boxcars plastered with yellowing pre war propaganda. How this historical relic had gone unchecked for so long, one could not harbor a guess, but alas here it was, simply there for the taking. Completely, and blissfully devoid of all life, Joe leaned forward, acidic green eyes glinting madly, glazed like a steady psychotic drunk, as he loomed over his latest Blueprints, stretched out over a busted subway car door. All around him the hall rang empty, an underground ghetto formed, with pure deliberate maddened ingenuity, as if the clown had formed the decrepit lair all with his bare hands, and a little elbow grease, no more then a few scant wire mesh trash barrels lighting his path. Gloomy and dank, lost within a near forgotten paradise, most all would see trouble, claustrophobic the way the heavy earthen ceilings loomed above seeming to diminish every fleeting flicker of oxygen that remained... Joker simply called it home, ironically so to the kitschy 'needlework 'Home Sweet Home' sign, hung with care above a rat infested plaid couch, it was clear by a series of warning signs lining various paths 'Keep out' 'Blast Zone' 'Flooded shafts' and 'Eat s**t and Die' he wanted to be left alone, company of any kind... Was sure to be met with hostility.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 4:44 am
Darkness had long since descended over Gotham, and in a city that seemed forever wrought with Nighttime shadows, one would know some significant time had passed, the Evening skies now bordered in the distance with Shades of deep purple, which would soon roll into hues of pink and orange, morning was on its way. Cutting a path through the city, following the markers he'd drawn up on a map from his numerous studies, John had taken great care in his search for the Tome of Circe Ulysseus putting most of his other side projects on hold, however it was his unfortunate encounter with Nightwing, Edward, and that accursed Ivy that doubled his efforts, the final nail in the coffin so to speak, he required power... More of it, a dream to use the hidden magik of the Scroll to conjure untold illusions, and to fuel those visions with F.E.A.R, and up to fracture the fragile minds of Gotham with a simple gesture. Through the sewer system he went, traveling deep below the forgotten passages of the abandoned subway tunnels, deeper down further, into the hidden tunnels losing himself amongst sights Slaves and Northerners had seen over 100 years ago, completely unaware he wasn't alone, that a certain floronic menace had been tailing him close keeping tabs. She was being cautious, the lady hadn't made a peep since she last spoke to Nightwing, otherwise he might have heard it. All around him the earth carried a comforting property, one that might have struck terror within, that of age, of death like funeral soil, above him the wood sagged heavy with the surrounding earth, the shafts in shorn disrepair, any moment he was sure they'd collapse under any slight duress, and while he felt it not, the joy of imagining another's fright tickled him so.
But joy was only survived so long, before agitation set in... Desire vexing him, Crane needed that Tome, every turn, every twist without it set before his sights turned his stomach in knots, along the way he had discovered so many forgotten treasures, boxes and barrels, lost belongings scattered in a mad dash for freedom 'Had someone taken it?' But just when the Scarecrow had nearly all but lost hope, one dusty wooden shipping crate proved fruitful, nestled safely within its heart lie a leather and gold inlaid book, bound with ancient clasps, that had seen the rigors of time. The legends were finally more, his tireless research paid off, he now held Circe Ulysseus in his hands. There would be time to study it... But something deep down told him he shouldn't wait, that he needed the power in case the book parted him, he wouldn't suffer another delay.
Fumbling in his bags, hands shaking with delight, John removed a set of imbued black candles, and a single athame. Without faltering, he lit the candles and began the ritual, well versed, holding the athame high he began to read aloud from the book, reading the dead language out with such calculated precision, a gifted scholar, tongue rolling over words seemingly not read over a millennia, below the earth lay witness, as he drew the athame over his naked forearm, blood welled and poured to the earth below his feet as he fanatically continued reading from the Tome, and in short moments, something miraculous occurred, below his feet where the blood had been taken in greedily, deep red smoke unfurled, tumbling out surrounding him in a blinding haze, until it entered, filling the gash, sealing the wound with an unnatural seal, the bond forged between book and Man. Simple Crane was no more, and in his place something withered and ancient Stood. From him, without more then a simple turn on heel, the candles snuffed out, the pages turning wildly as the Tome clapped shut, trailing after him like an appendage, he needed to reach the surface, but it was a slip of loose rock that drew his attention to the end of the passage, and without thought or provocation, the thing that wore Scarecrows skin, effortlessly conjured an illusion of horror, and without witnessing its outcome, left...
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 5:47 am
The feeling of nausea suddenly hit hard, like a punch in the stomach, barreling over down onto her knees, only managing to keep from crumbling using the untold strength of the surrounding Earth, cradled by its love. Ivy had been following Crane closely without worry, she had been immune to his toxins, and nestled within the Core, underground, she was at her strongest. Shamefully she had gotten lost towards the end, met with obstacles, she'd double back, and by the time she'd found him again, he'd finished the chant, lost within the unnatural gas? The smoke? He'd done something to her, shattered her cool visage like a fragile mirror, panic gripped her, certain the ceiling wouldn't crash on top of her, 'what was that!?' Every falling rock, every natural settle of old creaking wood forced her to imagine 'things' lurking in the tunnels, moving towards her. Crane had gone, she was alone... Thousands of phantom whispers washed over, all talking in unison, filling her head, touching her skin, slapping a cobweb free horrified at every trivial detail, bothered by anything and everything (unlike before) she tried the headset, calling out for Nightwing, steadily the channel hissed blankly back at her, the signal lost deep down under the earth. Struggling to keep her wits about her, ignoring the fact that her hand seemed to sink deep into the soil as she touched it to keep grounded, she moved, slowly but steady, thoughts warped into something untamed and wild, her mind suddenly a foreign unpredictable place, she had to warn d**k, certain Crane... If that thing still was Crane, was out for blood. Honing in on the quiet whispers of her babies, Ivy followed as they lead, like a trail of bread crumbs... Stumbling she tripped, falling unceremoniously down, sliding to the base of a sloping earthen hill, right into the den of a man whose mind thrived on chaos and unpredictability, the Joker himself... Babbling near incoherently, delirious, half conscious, and for now utterly helpless...
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 5:52 am
A sudden crash, and gritty slide of a body dragged over dried earth turned his attentions from his work. Joes eyes flew wild with rage, and worry, certain there was no way one could have possibly discovered his newest lair, not yet... Not with so much work still left to accomplish. With a snarl, Joker slid firmly back out of his chair, smoothed his emerald hair down, and reached for a crowbar splayed conveniently on the table. Cautiously following the sounds, he'd take a right around an over turned subway car, and spy the figure, didn't take a genius to know that a curvy redhead wrapped in hues of green was Ivy, lying on her side chest rising slowly, breath labored. "-Alright Pammy, what the damn is the meaning of this? Very rude showing up uninvited..." turning her over onto her back, she lie still, babbling crazily, madder then a hatter, his kind of soirée, only she didn't know how to tame it, not like he did... Then again, Joes mind was like a carnival roller coaster, you just hitched a ride and enjoyed yourself. Still opportunity only knocked once in a blue moon, the flora was down... He could pop her head open now like an overripe fruit, kill her quickly, Joes eyes flashed joyfully, arm pulled back ready to hit her hard with the crowbar, but it was her immobility, her lack of 'give a s**t' that foiled his plans to beat her to death, "-Alright party pooper, have it your way..." tossing the crowbar aside with a noisy clatter, he sat, straddling Ivy in a provocative way, studying her reactions, had she been herself, by now she would have tried flaying him to death for his closeness, and so his diagnosis, 'bonkers', funny farm material, more so then the usual crackup, Pamela was traipsing through her own thoughts, mind turned against her, and the only clues the clown prince had taken from it was 'Scarecrow' 'book' and 'Nightwing' "--One of these things don't belong with the other..." he cooed in a sing songy tone, and then he spied another curious sight, gloved fingers slipping gently along her ear, retrieving the delicate little headset, Joker raised a brow, "--Oh? Ivy you have been a busy girl, haven't you? I wonder..." climbing off of her, he casually scooped her up, settling the lady tossed over his shoulder, carrying her with the headset in his hand, leaving the secret confines of his new home, just in case... And before long, Joker would have reached the surface, settling Pam against the concrete wall near the entrance into the sewer. Stepping a few paces away from her to get a better signal, annoyed with receiving static, the channel would finally clear, and curiously the clown would speak, listening quietly, unaware he was addressing Nightwing, and potentially anyone else who had access to the channel, "-Hello, Avon calling..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2016 9:11 pm
June 10, 2015 0540 hours
It was the very night that followed the Wayne Tower incident, and Batman had made his subtle yet prominent return back to his city. Throughout the entirety of the night he scoured Gotham for any leads over this Red Hood character, trying to find some kind of link to any of his particular whereabouts. After the long night had passed and dawn neared, he returned to the Batcave where he would draw any lasting conclusions that could help narrow his mind for the search over this character. Within his cave, he sat in his chair; brooding over of who this new figure might be.. as well as his accomplice. With the cowl still worn over his head he stared at a bulletin board complete with sightings, pictures, accounts, and news articles that displayed presence of the hooded vigilante. Within these few months, there had been reports that this masked man had single handedly wiped out organized crime operations as well conducting one of the most successful imported contraband busts in the city's history. Although it would come to a cost, for his methods of killing were definitely in question. In distinction to the Hood's chosen appearance, Bruce recounted his memory of that one fateful day in an Ace Chemicals property. Primarily remembering the event of the original Red Hood falling into a vat of chemicals within the helms of the factory. He leaned back, resting his elbow onto an arm rest with his hand cupping over his chin as he recollected his thoughts. Turning aside, he rotated his position to his computer and began typing distinctively. Tapping into Gotham City's CCTV databases, he narrowed his search for an identical match over the Red Hood's appearance and would only render any relevant footage that pertained to him and this Blue Shadow vigilante. While he waited for the download, he sets apart the program to an another LCD screen and pulled up an address and image of the Black Canary's dojo. She must know something. Tonight I'll pay her a visit along with Catwoman. From the right of him a connecting computer terminal's LED lights flashed red, indicating some sort of communication establishment over one of his hidden channels. Being told by d**k he had given a comms link to Poison Ivy, he assumed it was either one of them making the call. Although his allegation with Poison Ivy is conflicted, he knows better to trust d**k's instincts when a potential threat is up in the air. He raised his right hand over the terminal and pressed the button with an index finger for the communication link to be accessible. He awaited a direct chatter from the other end of the line, but to no avail. The comms exhibited nothing but white noise, adjusting the frequency of the line he was able to get the speaker working for both ends. "-Hello, Avon calling..." Batman's eyes widened to that familiar raspy voice, falling silent to who he might be speaking with. Turning off the microphone in his end of the line, he commenced tracking the comms device with the computer's GPS. Showcasing a satellite image with a cross reticle pinpointing the signaling location of where the call was being broadcasted. Joker...? How did he manage to.. unless... Ivy. He knew better to have ever given a second of his trust to her but in his mind he dismisses any false thought and instead searched for an explanation to how the Joker could be even directly speaking to him. In amidst of the few months before leaving Gotham for a call of action from the Justice League, the clown had disappeared for many unknown reasons. With the recent outbreak of other crime syndicates, they were taking their chance for their own spotlight while he was away and out of the picture. Perhaps he would be making a return. In the moment he remained speechless, however the cave's ambience bounced the sound of the piercing tapping of fingers hitting against his computer.
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Vengeance of Night Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 7:29 am
Met only with radio silence, Joker seemed slightly put off, swiveling his gaze back towards Pamela kneeling in front of her, tilting her lovely face up to meet his psychotic one, "--How pitiful Red, looks like your new friends abandoned you," unaware Batman could still hear his every word, studying the comm link closer, turning it this way and that, Joes eyes widened, as if maybe he was beginning to understand, "--Oh Pammy... Have you been playing in the other sandbox? Trying to turn over a new leaf... Look where playing the heroine got you, skunked by Scarecrow, abandoned like a half starved orphan on my doorstep, you must be desperate if you're insane enough to beg for salvation in the King of Crime... But I'll play, no fun beating you to death when I can't hear your beautiful screams," turning away from her he moved a few feet away, speaking into the link once more, assuming someone was on the end of the line, "--Anyone out there in radio land, Ivy is not a headache I want right now, so I'm leaving her here under the freeway overpass along route 85... She's in a bad way, Scarecrow or some such... I'm not quite finished drawing up my latest dance number, but when my floor show is ready to begin, I expect you Batman dear, to be sitting front row, Ta!" and then the line cut out, and he dropped the link crushing it under his shoe. Without a word, Joker gently pat the Flora on the head, once again disappearing from sight deep into the maze like tunnels down below back to finish the final details over his grand machinations. Naturally he couldn't have known his adversary had received his message, but he had to have heard, he always had his hands in everything, after all this was his city...their city.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 8:37 am
Joker had left her to her own demise, gone from the scene, she was never so relieved, he could have done absolutely anything to her, best way she figured to deal was playing dead like one does around a bear, wait until it loses interest, despite being Meta human she was certain she wouldn't have the mind or power to stop him if he tried anything. Stirring awake from her delirium, Ivy struggled to her feet, imagining the open mouth of the access tunnel resembled too much a giant monsters open mouth, imagining razor sharp fangs slipping down to devour her whole, 'push past it Red' she encouraged herself, defiantly pushing forward, ignoring the visions that plagued her mind, bordering on the edge of complete insanity, threatening to swallow her whole. Despite her condition, despite the desire to curl up and die, monsters swam behind her eyelids, no sleep afforded, She had needed to find Nightwing, Batman, at the very least Gordon... They had needed to know about Crane, about how he had grown beyond what he had ever been, how now it seemed at a whim, a simple thought could send the whole city into a chaotic panic, he no longer needed chemicals to create madness, but with the link destroyed, she'd have to move on foot. slowly... Ivy moved toward the city, battling against the horrors trapped in her mind, placing one foot in front of the other, "--Someone, help...please..."
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Vengeance of Night Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 10:54 pm
Capturing and attentively listening to the active broadcast it soon ended abruptly after a crashing sound, followed by a forceful collision to an inanimate compulsion. Rising from his seat and leaning forward to his computer dashboard, he realizes that Poison Ivy could be in a very vulnerable state. He took note of the broad address that Joker had given him, as it was the same location the tracking signal had pinpointed before the device was indicated as no longer active. Surely he knew there wasn't enough time to reach her there on time.. unless. Imprinted on the screen, a GPS tracking device blinked in a not so distant location. For his every known accomplice, they each carry built in implementation within their suits whenever they go out on patrol- assuming each one wanted them currently activated. Looking down to his terminal, he began typing in buttons to bring in a comms connection to the individual that was in the proximity of the location. Holding a button down he began to speak, "Nightwing, this is Batman. Poison Ivy had just encountered the Joker and lost her communication device during the process, I need you to go to this location to see what happened. Assume she is in critical condition and remain cautious, you don't know what kind of traps Joker had laid all over those tunnels." He continued typing, sending the exact coordinates to him of the last tracking pulse the device had given off before going kaput. In the left side of him he dialed in a number code, once completing the set numbers: dim runway lights flashed behind as they joined in a manner of a domino effect. Turning around to look, the final bulb had wrapped around the requested platform as the lights flared the Batwing's rugged exterior. Returning from his current position he held the comms button one more time, "I'll be meeting you there. Batman out."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 1:49 am
The night was coming to a close, but from d**k's perspective quiet nights like these always go by so fast. From under his helmet the rushing wind brewed itself under his helmet, tensing away in his visor. He felt the quick whipping of the wind as he tasted the muggy texture. Gotham always did have a problem with pollution. Maybe that's why there are so many people cranky that they tend to do crime. Nightwing, snickered at the thought feeling the boredom sweeping over him. Even in the top speeds of his bike, it does kind of get old; especially when there's nowhere really to go with it. Zooming past side streets and neon zagging lights, he took an exit for a freeway overpass from the downtown area. Almost instantaneously as he merged inside, his comms link beeped repeatedly. Quickly tapping onto the side of his helmet, the link was established. "Nightwing, this is Batman. Poison Ivy had just encountered the Joker and lost her communication device during the process, I need you to go to this location to see what happened. Assume she is in critical condition and remain cautious, you don't know what kind of traps Joker had laid all over those tunnels." "Great, this just might be something I need. You know Bats, with you back in town things had gotten really boring real fast in the last eight hours." Once he replied to his former mentor, a small cartograph visual appeared in the corner of his visor. Looking at it from the corner of his eye, he noticed the location wasn't so far off than originally expected. As a matter of fact he had just past it and from the little bonus caption Bruce laid upon the corner HUD, the specific location was within the old abandoned Subway Tunnels. "I'll be meeting you there. Batman out." "Alright, copy that. I'll let you know what comes of Ivy when I get there." Steering ever so swiftly off his intended course, a passing car honked him as he leaped off the freeway and into a lower level overpass. Repeating the process until he was finally ground level and onto a deserted rail tracks fairground. Doing a 180 degree spin, he revved the engine as it kicked upward to a dark opening of a tunnel. From under the visor he smirked, feeling the adrenaline kicking into his system. He stopped, possibly two hundred meters in before he parked and kicked the peg. He removed the helmet and began walking down a slopey hill to the direction that was objectified. It was cold and damp, almost the complete opposite from what the weather is like above ground. Still, he rather preferred this than the hot summer nights he'd been spending under his suit. He thinks about Ivy, and how she managed to get into this mess...but then he remembered.
It was about a quarter of an hour since he left his bike. He had to go slow as it was told that this was implied it could be the lair of the Joker. From under the slits of mask, he sweeps every five feet in front of him of anything clown or trap related. The night vision definitely helps in these situations. He thought, as he stepped over an overgrown weed plant. His hands crept over rusty old subway cars, supporting him as he hops over collapsed holes and demolished metal. Then he hears it, a faint cry or yelp near him. Passing by a subway car's corner he saw Ivy, walking no- limping past in between two adjoining rail tracks. She seemed like she was about to collapse when she saw him. Nightwing rushed over, catching her before she could fall or trip over something. "Ivy, it's Nightwing. What happened? Tell me what happened to you." He supported her from under her arm, lifting her up from the side as he helped walk her back from where he originated. He walked a further bit until he let her sit against a car to help her gather her thoughts.
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Nightwing the Renegade Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 9:04 pm
The sounds of approaching footsteps, caught her heart pounding deep in her chest, caught tightly in her throat. Her mind ran wild, casting images of horrific half starved monsters, or a mob... An angry mob, fire... An explosion, assured the ground beneath her would shatter into a thousand pieces and she'd plummet into darkness. Closing her eyes and shaking her head, trying to coach herself not to run away in panic at the approaching sounds. Relief set in when she was caught and comforted by Nightwing as he rounded the corner, never so happy to see a hero. By appearance, The floronic maiden seemed haunted, eyes wide, skin pale as if trauma was slowly beginning to creep in, but still she fought it, collapsing into hysteria would solve nothing. Having lead her through the dark, a deal away from where she was, he spoke, genuine concern there in his voice, "--Ivy, it's Nightwing. What happened to you?" no real time to explain, she breathlessly spoke, "--Joker might be planning something, but for now You have to warn the city! You have to warn Batman! Scarecrow... Changed somehow. I think he was messing around with some old book, I don't know he took it with him. God, if only I have gotten there sooner.... I could have stopped him... Before he..." trailing off, mind taking a turn, she fought to control it, gripping Nightwings arm tightly, afraid if she were to let go, she'd spiral out of control, "--I can't be certain, but... Crane just looked at me, possibly projected a thought, and suddenly it was like I was doused with his F.E.A.R gas, saturated with it, I'm hallucinating even now Nightwing, I'm seeing things that shouldn't exist, jumping at every noise, I can't even close my eyes without seeing something swimming behind the darkness of my eyelids. I'm immune to his toxins, but not to this. If he can drive a meta-human to insanity, just think what he can do to this city!? How do you defeat something like that... He's going to rip this city, Jesus... The world apart with a single thought!" fighting hysteria, she caught hold of the car and steadied herself, dropping back once as she lost her footing, only to move forward determined to help, "--It's too risky to try and stop Scarecrow now, not while he's so powerful, Gotham needs you and Batman with a sound mind in case Joker or the rest of the gallery tries anything, Crane has already damaged my mind, I don't imagine he could do... Any worse, I'm going to face him..." she stammered brazenly, a savage expression there on her face, like a proud warrior..
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 12:08 am
The focal points of his masked eyes grew timid, hearing the authentic fear that fumbled over Ivy's voice. Under the blanket of darkness, through the lens of his nightvision he sees the distraught that swept from her face. Brazen from whatever horrors she had to witness while delving in the eerie tunnels underground. "......Scarecrow... Changed somehow. I think he was messing around with some old book, I don't know he took it with him. God, if only I have gotten there sooner.... I could have stopped him... Before he..." "Before he what, Ivy?" "--I can't be certain, but... Crane just looked at me, possibly projected a thought, and suddenly it was like I was doused with his F.E.A.R gas, saturated with it, I'm hallucinating even now Nightwing..." Eyes widening, he was unsure if what he heard was processed correctly. What did this mean, how was it possible that Poison Ivy could be affected by one of Scarecrow's toxins? Then he listens further and she mentions how he did it, complicated and miraculous he didn't quite understand. Although the memories of his past as a Titan reformed, recalling the many illusions and manifestations that could be conjured through the means of magic.... especially the dark arts. "--There must be some kind of connection with this book and Crane." As he stated his hypothesis Ivy would try to stand up once more, but unfortunate enough that she could't. "--It's too risky to try and stop Scarecrow now, not while he's so powerful, Gotham needs you and Batman with a sound mind in case Joker or the rest of the gallery tries anything, Crane has already damaged my mind, I don't imagine he could do... Any worse, I'm going to face him..." "Look, Ivy. I know we may not have been on the same side in countless situations but you have to understand what I say here now... You're not well. Hell, you don't look all that great at the moment but you got to know that facing this creature that manifested in Crane---without assessing what else he could do-- may as well be suicide." He could tell by her veritable expression that what he said wasn't taken lightly. Almost seeming like it fueled her desire to face him even more. He laid his hands around her upper arms, and squeezed them firmly, staring into her eyes to have her focus to what he had to say. "We have to take this one step at a time. First we have to find where you found Joker and then where you last seen Scarecrow. Do you think you can manage?---" Momentarily, with his crouched state he reaches for his earpiece and held it for communication establishment. "Batman, I've found Ivy. She's... She's not looking so good and neither what she had seen in these tunnels. How's the situation of you getting here?"
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Nightwing the Renegade Crew
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Vengeance of Night Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 1:09 am
"Batman, I've found Ivy. She's... She's not looking so good and neither what she had seen in these tunnels. How's the situation of you getting here?" From a reasonable distance Batman had been assessing Poison Ivy, drawing down medical diagnoses through visual scans of his cowl's imaging resonance. He realizes even with her metahuman DNA and past analyses of the study of her biology, he concluded she was capable to sustain a demand he would soon comprise. Emerging from the shadows beyond the dwindling combusted steel of ancient transportation cars, hadn't the knight been called into action he would've soon presented himself. Instead he would make his presence known now through consequence. "Average." He answered Nightwing, no need of responding through the hidden channels. With a glinting spark of red tint, an end of a stick matched. The red luminescence irradiated the proximate decaying walls and overgrown soil around them. Holding the flare far from his body he drops it to the floor, the darkness accumulating his front from the two's view of him. He walked forward, his cape enfolded over his shoulders as it rustled along till he was near them. Crouching into position in front of the duo, his glowing white eyes and blackened face were thorough into Ivy's attention. With a brusque voice he spoke, "Show us where you saw them." The sulfur from the flashing blaze sputtered, continuing it's duty as it sat smoking behind the Knight.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 4:51 am
Once more Nightwing was there expressing genuine concern over her well being, seemingly content to know she hadn't been forgotten, before long, joining them, Gothams pillar of strength, their Dark Knight arrived as well, glancing between the two she uttered softly, "--Joker said that you all abandoned me, had to say I was a little surprised myself that you hadn't, I haven't ever been so agreeable in the past, so I wouldn't have blamed you, no matter..." pressing forward, she panicked only momentarily, swatting something invisible off her arm, as Nightwing seemed to think aloud, "--There must be some connection between Crane and this book," perhaps it went deeper, then just an incantation he used within, "--Crow did bring the tome with him, he could have left it down here with none the wiser, maybe... If the book is destroyed, Crows powers diminish as well? Of course, with magic... If destroyed could triple his power output, give strength to the spell." sighing a moment, Ivy made another observation, despite her clouded mind, "--Unless there is a passage within the book he doesn't want read, a reversal incantation of some kind?" certainly seemed possible, Crane wouldn't let anything stand in his way with such power. Having struggled to get up against her better judgement, she would have found her footing, despite being slightly shaky, the ground seeming to lift out from under her feet, Nightwing voicing his opinion, "--Look Ivy. I know we may Not have been on the same side in countless situations, but you have to understand what I say now..." Ivy fought against it, refused to hear what he had to say, but she couldn't step away from him, trapped on a single pillar of stone, the rest of the floor fallen away, Nightwings legs replaced with Squid tentacles as he hovered in midair, "--You're not well. You don't look all that great at the moment," even down in the dumps, she'd find room to joke, feigning mock flattery, "--Such things you say, careful where you put those tentacles mister," "--But you got to know facing this creature that has manifested in Crane, without accessing what else he could do--may as well be suicide," Indefinitely it certainly seemed like suicide, but somehow she couldn't shake the feeling that she had been at fault, if she hadn't lost track of him, she might have been able to stop him, before he manifested his new powers. Perhaps she was just blaming herself? Joking again, keeping in high spirits, she chuckled, "--Guess this means I don't get my very own Robin suit?" perhaps the attempted humor was encroaching delirium, cracks slowly forming on the surface, where certainly for any others weaker then she, would have been swallowed by madness, either way... To keep her grounded, Nightwing held her arms, drawing her attention once more, "--We have to take this one step at a time, first we have to find where you found Joker, and then where you last seen Scarecrow, you think you can manage?" and if Nightwings gentle coaxing wasn't enough, Batmans stern command was certainly more then convincing, "--Show us where you saw them," at any other time she may have made cracks about 'The good cop, bad cop routine' but for now she'd hold them at bay, she genuinely wanted to help, any way she could. Jumping over something only she could see on the floor, Pam nod, waving them after her... "--Right, it's down here further, this way" naturally she couldn't be a hundred percent certain, but they were approaching Jokers lair.
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