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 Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:46 am
All JLA communicators suddenly received this alert:
From: Oracle
To: Any JLA in or near Gotham:
The Joker is here on the number 12 bus going north on Victory Blvd near the Museum. He's trying to take Rosie. Hurry!
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 5:18 pm
ɢا§คɱєя  ENTER Gossamer and Terry from JLA SATELLITE Gossamer appeared in one of the vacant halls of the large building, along with a certain Bat that was hovering in the air beside her. She glanced around a moment, and made a quick mental check to make sure that they were alone. This place seemed to be a prison, but to her surprise…it was empty. ….good. Perhaps she should have much trouble keeping the kid locked up for a while. His little gadgets would be a problem though. If she had a way to fix up one of these cells like the one she had just been in, then she could….wait…what was that? Turning a bit, she spotted a room with a large hole that looked as if it had been blasted through the wall. More noticeable, was a hint of magical residue that had been left behind. As if something BIG had happened in that room, and remnants of the magic were still about in the air. It wouldn’t be much…but it should be enough for her to feed off of until she could find something else to use. Glancing back at the boy, she turned and looked for a nice cell close to the room with the hole. Finding one, she set Terry into it and muttered the metallic spell again. Silver energy wrapped around the metal from his wrists and then around the bar of the cot inside. That should keep him from going anywhere until she was ready for him to move. With that, she closed and locked the door of the cell, then cautiously turned and headed for the broken room.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:24 pm
ɢا§คɱєя Gossamer stood in the center of the broken wall for quite a few minutes. It was quite clear that something, some kind of fight had taken place in this room. The magical presence still clinging to the air itself was to noticable to wave the room off as simply being rennovated. What was noticable even more than the magic...was the large machine sitting nicely to the corner of the room, and a marble statue of a man in the center of the room. Both were out of place with the room. And both had...something interesting about them. She couldn't put her finger on it. She couldn't get anything about the statue...other than it was simply a very well detailed statue. Simple as that. But the machine...something about it.... Glancing cautiously back at her captive for a brief moment, she turned her attention back to the room and ventured in farther. Just for a moment...she only wanted a closer look. The closer she got to the machine though, the more interested she became. She'd never seen work like this before. And she had no idea what it was for. Touching it...she could feel the slight hintage of energy being released from it. It must be pulsating undetectable energy of some kind. It wasn't the source of the magical residue all over the room though. So...what could it be. As much as she wanted to poke and prye at it...she had a gut feeling that she shouldn't mess with it. At least not yet. There were simply too many questionable aspects to this room for her to even begin considering messing around in here. Especially if there was magic involved. Taking one last look at the machine, and back over at the statue, she turned to exit the room. On a positive note, she could always come back and tinker around a bit later. The better news was that there was spare magical energy that she could use. Not a lot mind you...but enough to give her a slight boost for a while.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 3:00 pm
ɢا§คɱєя Gossamer returned to the cell she had locked Batman into, and quietly stood there staring at him. Alright...she had him now. What was she going to do with him? Simply wait until she found Joker, or he found her? Then offer to trade him for Rosie, or just as an olive branch? Would that really do much good? This wasn't the bat he was fixated on, right? Then he might not care. ....she still needed more of a back-up plan. But what? She was still rather hesitant to pick through the boys mind, or try to control him. Not after seeing the look in his eyes. Just thinking about it made her skin crawl. Maybe....she could convince him to help her. ........ She stared at him another moment, back to the room, back to him, the room... Ah, #$%@ it... Letting out a long sigh, she muttered something under her breath three times. Then paused. After a moment, she leaned up against the wall and slid down it until she was seated on the floor with her legs crossed, still facing him. She'd settle for picking through his brain. He should know somethingAnd if worse came to worse, she could threaten to end the real Bat.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 3:05 pm
It was probably around this point that she realized that he was glaring right back at her. The expression on his face was difficult to read, other than 'not happy.' It was difficult to tell how long he'd been awake--if he'd just been resting his eyes, or faking, or what, but he had clearly been awake for a while.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 3:26 pm
ɢا§คɱєя Gossamer had only gotten as much as him being from the future...having a little brother and single mother. Then she noticed the glare. She blinked, then smiled faintly.
"Well...welcome back." she said softly. "Any interesting stories about your trip over?"Normally...people didn't remember being possessed. A few did, so she might as well see if he remembered rather than poking her nose into things herself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 4:29 pm
His eyes narrowed slightly, but other than that he ignored the question. "You were in my head," he said in a low, calm, but somehow very dangerous voice. It wasn't terribly difficult to figure out-- it felt as though the inside his skull had been scrubbed out with industrial-strength cleaner. Well, if she tried to get anything out of him now, she'd get nothing but deafeningly loud, futuristic club music.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 8:29 am
ɢا§คɱєя Gossamer grinned slightly. "Just a little." she replied. She still had the spell open, so even though she didn't have her attention on going through his head, she could hear the music. It was too clear to be coming from somewhere inside the building, let alone outside. So that meant he was trying to block her, and if she tried to get back in, she'd have to deal with getting around it. A migraine was a sure result...and she wasn't willing to deal with it just yet.
"I wasn't going to be able to do much of anything else until you woke up, so I thought I'd do something productive."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 11:23 am
He continued to glare in frosty silence (if you didn't count the blaring music in his head), but raised an eyebrow a fraction of an inch.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 2:52 pm
ɢا§คɱєя Her grin stayed in place as she stared back at him. He wasn't going to be very talkative, was he? Suppose she couldn't blame him. After what she did to him. ...that said, him willingly helping her was out of the question as well, wasn't it? Well...anything would be worth a shot once.
"Unless you give me a reason to, I don't have any intention of hurting you. That last time was...well I have issues with anger sometimes." she said, leaning forward so that she could rest her arms on her knees. "And, if I didn't think I could use you, you wouldn't be here right now."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 3:00 pm
"Gee," he said darkly, "Now I feel all warm and fuzzy."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 3:15 pm
ɢا§คɱєя Gossamer's smile widened and twisted a bit. "Good. Wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable." she purred. Then her smile faded a bit. Did she ask him to help her? Even if she wasn't a villain, and had never been a villain....she didn't trust heroes to help her. They were stunningly unreliable unless it was something public. No one had ever come to her rescue before she became Gossamer, she had no intention of anyone doing it now. Easiest thing...the best thing...was always to just take care of herself.
"Do you know why I have you this time?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 3:18 pm
"I'm going to assume that it doesn't have anything to do with Rosie," he replied icily, "Since you kidnapped me in the middle of trying to find the Joker's hideout."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 3:23 pm
ɢا§คɱєя Gossamer arched a dark brow at him. "Oh?" she asked. She kidnapped him when he had been working on his suit back in the cave. He hadn't been looking for it then, had he? No...that was after he'd trashed the warehouse. Joker didn't have Rosie then. "Are you meaning before we had that nice little talk back at that old warehouse? If you're not, then I'd like to ask you again what you remember about you're little 'trip'."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 3:35 pm
His eyes narrowed again, but he was silent for a long beat. What was she talking about? Trip? "I don't..." The music he was using to drown out his thoughts faltered a little, and his eyes widened. Wait... He'd lost time. Something... He'd been on the bat-cycle, riding around Gotham and checking out abandoned party-favor factories and the like, and then something had--
Very, very briefly, his eyes flickered orange; then they flinched shut, and he grimaced, his whole body tensing as though in physical pain. When he looked up several seconds, his eyes were clear-- and for the first time, there was real anger in them. "What the hell did you do?" he snarled.
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