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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 7:36 pm
What has the world come to? Where aliens rule the sky, warriors ravage the earth, and ordinary men and women doing what the population always thought to be impossible. That just wasn't the case these days. All over the country, the world even, people depended on the services that these people..these "heroes" as the optimistic liked to call them, would go out of their way to provide. There was an undeniable truth that these individuals were bettering humanity by saving helpless lives in the times of a crisis, but there were those who were rather skeptic of their endeavors, a realist one might call it. There were many like this, with this conflicting viewpoint.
To them, these men and women, these super powered beings were not here to help. For every one innocent life they saved, another hundred died in the process. People were too blinded by the fact that they've done so much good that they never realized what would come of their decision to completely turn away from what little they have done. They were only one bad day away from becoming what they fought so hard to expel from the planet. Why couldn't everyone see that? The warrior of the world: Wonder Woman. She was all over the news, a celebrity superhero if that title were to simplify her status in the media. She's seen it all, battled the worst of the worst with ferocity he's never seen before. A true warrior from what footage has been able to get scraped up from the news or other hidden outlets. The Scarlet Speedster of Central City: The Flash. It wasn't clear what sparked the creation of this individual, only that he appeared shortly after the famed Particle Accelerator went off in Central City not long ago. Couldn't be a coincidence. Any footage on him in recent days were just red streaks across the cameras. Even slow motion playbacks had a hard time of catching him on screen. With a power like that, he could steal as much as he wants, whenever he wanted, and no one would have a clue until it's too late. And then there was him, the champion of Metropolis: Superman. The beloved protector. Very few saw something evil in him. Most recently, the CEO of LexCorp: Lex Luthor. He was one of many to take the fight to the hero and nearly put everything on the line to do so. He exploited a great weakness to the alien protector, one that would he would consider using soon enough.
In this world that they lived in, the dangers that they thought were merely science fiction were now on their doorsteps, in the forms of angels and demons, whichever way you decided to look at it. Nonetheless, power like that needed to be contained, whether they knew it or not.
With their arrival, Bruce Wayne spent many nights and days contemplating their existence, worst case scenarios of humanity's eventual downfall. Juggling Gotham City's own problems was bad enough, and now all hell could break loose over their heads at any given moment. He had a habit of seeing the worst in people with too much potential at their finger tips. It was a poor social quality to have, it distanced himself from many outside of his own inner circle. It was the life he lived for ten years now, full of distrust and secrets, darkness, and many days spent putting his own madmen away.
"That's enough for today, Alfred." Bruce spoke, finally drawing away from the screen.
"Are you positive, sir? You were so intent on looking over the files for a second time tonight." Alfred countered, reminding his friend.
'I've seen everything I needed to see," With a final response, Bruce shut down the computer, adding onto to the darkness of the cave.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:21 pm
 Meanwhile in Metropolis, the fiery embers raged on not settling for a moments rest. Firefighters did their best to try and put a handle on the situation but there was only so much they could do. They couldn't save everyone. But luckily for the people of Metropolis—he could. Swoosh. The crowd watched the fire but felt something move past them, quickly, swiftly. It was the presence of hope. Instinctively and immediately, people began to throw their arms up to the sky while erupting in a rally of cheers. If you were new to the city you'd have no idea why civilians would be happy during an ongoing tragedy. But if you were a known native you knew why. It was because he was there to save the day. A young boy tugged at his grandfather's pocket causing the older gentlemen to look down at him. "Grandfather why is everyone so happy?" his grandfather smiled and looked back up, pointing to where everyone else was looking. "Because he's here to help those people. They're showing their appreciation." the confused boy rose a brow not understanding his words. "Who?"he asked. "They say he's from a different planet than ours. He can do things we can't. They, we, call him Superman." the old man finished saying returning to look back up at the night sky. The little boy just stood there with another confused look on his face but then he began to smile. "Superman.." he said looking on as well. The Man of Steel flew into the burning building and on each floor he went taking out people, bringing them out to the ambulance. This process only took a matter of minutes until the entire building was safely evacuated and those who needed help were seen by doctors and paramedics on street level. Once he finished Superman flew in front of the building and using his super breath would extinguish the flames from existence. Firefighters, Police officers, sided by the civilians of Metropolis all applauded. Superman himself turned to see this giving a smile. And in an instant he was gone flying away in the distance just as quickly as he arrived. Sometime later, he landed on the roof of the Daily Planet. Someone was coming he could hear them. They opened the door, "Hello? Someone up here?" Jimmy Olsen called out not seeing anyone. He decided to investigate walking further— "Oh, Clark it's just you. Thought there might have been someone else up here. You hear about what Superman did?" Olsen asked. Clark fixing his glasses would turn to Jimmy and say, "No. I came up here for some fresh air. Why, what'd I miss?" Clark Kent told him not entirely being truthful. "Oh man you missed it. You know the apartment building up on 4th street? Yeah well there was a huge fire and Superman totally went and saved everyone, even blew out the flames himself. Talk about extraordinary right? Sometimes I wonder what we'd do without him. Anyways I better head back in before Perry notices I'm gone. You should too. See you inside, Clark." Clark only nodded in return but seeing Jimmy leave would smile. He felt good about helping those people. These days things seemed to be looking up for him all the time. Ma and Pa would be proud. He turned and started to go back inside the Daily Planet hearing Perry yelling about something.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 3:45 pm
Gothamites were often curious of who their own protector was. For less than a decade now, people could only read what they wanted to know about this mysterious caped crusader in newspapers that released borderline slander. The only ones who knew what was printed wasn't true included Bruce himself, his butler Alfred, and the young yet slowly maturing d**k Grayson. Their dynamic was something of one big jumbled secret. The lies that were told to ensure their secrecy were thought of with absolute care. No situation was left unchecked, every scenario in his eyes had been thought of and planned out. Almost everything.
With the metahumans on the scene, Bruce knew to remain in the shadows, to not become a figure of extreme controversy. All they needed were a few misguided words and an effortless direction to have them sent to Gotham to apprehend the vigilante for obstructing the police and of course, acting outside of the law. Essentially, the three of them together made up a band of criminals that fought the fire that ravaged Gotham with their own fire that in time would rid the city of it all.
They fought along side the Gotham City Police Department to an extent, worked towards the same goals, but Batman did what they wouldn't, he went where they would refuse to go in order to get business done. Bruce was not a man of lethal force in almost all circumstances but their differences lied elsewhere, on a moral standpoint. There were very few names he could truly trust among the GCPD anyway. Aaron Cash, Harvey Bullock, and the Commissioner James Gordon himself. The three of them worked tirelessly to apprehend the new player in Gotham for quite some time, very few beginning to warm up to his endeavors and actually provide him a fighting chance without officers attending to everything related to the Bat. It took years to build up a relationship of mutual respect with the top, reliable figures of the force. The best part about it? The Batman remained a myth to the people, no everyday Gothamite could say for sure whether or not he was real. The idea of his presence was known, but it was better that he remained a man of mystery, someone who instilled fear into the hearts of criminals. Any one person who could put two and two together would realize that they've only been fearing a man with an odd choice of fashion.
Wayne Manor was the complete opposite of the grim and dark Batcave. It had a very warm and inviting feel that those could experience upon entering. To revel in it's deep history was an honor to most, they would say to Bruce. Often times, they would ask him what he did with all of this space after the tragedy many years ago. For so long, only Bruce and Alfred occupied the large estate and rarely let anyone in for that matter. One of the oldest families in Gotham now did very little in the public eye.
Bruce sat alone, two crimson red leather chairs posted right up front next to the fireplace. His eyes wandered in it's deep array of bright orange, yellow, and red. Fire flushes out the darkness within it's vicinity, providing a warm light. It's invigorating properties represented a lot of what was inside human's. They were all a fiery bunch with a burning passion to make things happen. To get what they wanted, they needed to fight for it. Words would get lost in translation. Generally acting on what you wanted would get you the results you were looking for.
Light footsteps peeled around the corner and into the same area Bruce sat around. Of course, the only other person in the manor, Alfred swung around to the front of Bruce placing a steaming bowl of fresh soup next to the book he sat down moments ago. "Master Wayne?" He said, alerting Bruce of his presence as if he wasn't already aware. "I assumed you would be famished after a usual night of your favorite hobby," Alfred spoke in a quiet yet condescending tone. He never truly agreed with the lifestyle Bruce Wayne lived. Originally, he may have been hired on as the butler for the Wayne family, but as Bruce grew up, both could agree that they were more on friend terms; maybe even a father figure.
"Thank you, Alfred.. Do you think she received my message yet?" He said in a low tone, almost completely to himself but louder than it seemed. Bruce's eyes never left the fire while he asked his question. He only guessed what the outcome would be. If the images didn't phase her, she would have made some attempt at replying. The images must have spooked her to the core, even the best of the best get a little nervous sometimes. Whatever the case may be, they'd meet soon enough.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 1:57 am
Somewhere near the Laff City comedy club in Gotham City...  “Is this the place?” the young Cadet, Jimmy Folson uttered, glancing up to look upon a small dilapidated building, that appeared worse for wear. “—That’s the place,” the second, lead Detective Mike Flagran echoed as he climbed out the driver side of their police cruiser, they had been tracking their mysterious perp, for weeks now, following his trail, hot on leads, all of it lead to this particular spot, this one single s**t-hole in the center of the Gotham city narrows. With Batman spread so thin facing off against the gallery, and keeping meta-humans in check, the GCPD took up chasing the "safer" smaller fishes, do their best to help their cities hero out. Instantly Jimmy started for the building, hand extended towards the door, “—Hey—hey, what do we do? What did you do wrong?” mildly annoyed, the cadet sighed and shook his head, relaxing… “—Got to check my surroundings, it isn’t rigged…” in regards to the door. Running a quick sweep around the edge of the building, Mike would give him a reassuring nod, and they’d knock on the door, “—Police, open up…” silence, more knocking, “We have a warrant to search your place, open up or we’ll open the door for you” more silence, seemed he was not in. “—Alright, lets enter…” drawing their weapons, with some force applied the door opened to them, light cascading down into pitch muggy darkness, dust dancing in the shafts… it had been years since Mike saw something this ******** gloomy. Casing the place slowly, checking each unlit corner for hidden enemies, the feeling was bittersweet when the place came up empty, their guy wasn’t in sight, but it was certain, by the looks of the place it belonged to him. Lining the walls were a variant of old wind-up toys, dusty and rusted with age, seated on the tables were madly grinning clown dolls, smudges of fade and wear visible on their cherry red noses, while the ceiling itself seemed lined with plastered on playing cards, most of them of the Joker variety.  Something dank and rotten filled the air, as if some great foul smelling beast expunged its last meal in one breath right into the detectives faces, it took some time before they started getting used to it… if even mildly… what he was trying to get used to now, was the moisture within the place, wading through water, about an inch high, they sloshed about, even now they could feel their socks soaked, shoes putrified with whatever murk hung within that man-made lagoon.
The perp was some sick son of a b***h, that called himself the 'Sideshow Slasher', he had killed dozens specifically at first victims at the local carnivals and circuses, left parts of his victims scattered throughout the city, of course this being from the only ones they managed to find, who knew how many countless more were hidden away like grotesque treasure. From the darkness, a beam of light lashed out extending from the young Cadet’s hand, dancing over the various unsettling nick-nacks, at his back Detective Flagran was already riding his coattails, “—Don’t touch anything, you never know…” “Alright! Look at that!” too late, Flagran heard the gentle wind sound followed by a familiar tune, Jimmy was holding a music box in his hand, the gentle thrum of ‘Pop goes the Weasel’ playing softly, tinker-toy like, ’All around the Mulberry Bush, the monkey chased the Weasel…’ “—I used to have one of these when I was young,” “Kid, I told you not to touch anything! Set it down now…” ‘The monkey thought 'twas all in good fun,’ BOOM! Before the final verse could sound, an explosion detonated, Jimmy was no more, through burnt flesh, hot ash, and burning shrapnel Flagran could feel himself launched in the air and thrown back against the wall with such force, across the room he saw him, that poor kid… his eyes glassy, wide and vacant… he was dead… “Oh no! No, no, no, what have you done, you damned fool! I told you not to touch anything!” delirious, wild with rage, he barely noticed the shadowy shape of someone walking down the staircase… whistling… the very same tune, and shouting, with some kind of maddened lunacy, “Pop! goes the weasel…” laughter, indefinitely, he would never forget that raucous howling… “—Well more like Pig, wouldn’t you agree?” the man suddenly questioned, and in that second, Detective Flagran knew it was him… their man… that clownish a*****e grinning like a jackal, content over the maimed corpse not but a few feet away, as if it was ******** art, “—You! You sick son of a b***h! We had you!” Flagran bellowed, sucking up air into tired lungs… so sore, everything hurt, could he move? He wasn’t sure, “—Had me? Oh Mikey, you Cad... What kind of gentleman are you? No wine and dining? Though... I do like the Hawaiian Luau motif, Kalua Pig anyone? BAH HA HA HAA HAA!! suddenly moving close and crouching down in the poor light, in an instant, Flagran thought he was going to be sick... Sideshow Slasher? It had been some gimmick, a facade, the perp was none other than the Joker... the ******** Joker, that a*****e... if he had known, he never would have... they never would have... They would have called 'him' Wordlessley for now, that mad man grinned from ear to ear, smiling with bleeding red lips, like an open wound with teeth, “—Oh I'm sorry precious, Expecting someone else, were you? Alas, I think you have that wrong, I had you…the both of you… no one can track me… no one can stop me, only one…and it certainly isn’t you handsome…” and then for no reason he started screaming, Flagran couldn’t stop… and when he thought for sure he was going to go mad, the Joker eased forward, filling the detectives vision with that hideous grin, "--I needed to come back, with a bang... you get it... headline news... only this time, it will spill wide open, Sideshow Slasher is really the Joker... I know it lacks a sort of panache that Joker has, but I'm certain we can remedy that, you'll be my muse, let's see if we can't make our Sistine Chapel..." and with that, a slash of silver danced across his throat, Mike felt red hot heat pour down his front, gasping for breath that couldn’t come, as he struggled to close the wound, so much pain dulled into a gentle thrum… while all the while that damned song played in his head… ‘Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle. Mix it up and make it nice, Pop! goes the weasel.’ And then he was dead, staring out as vacant and glassy eyed as his friend the Luau pig, two down while the Joker laughed and laughed, "--Hello Gotham, here I am…"he whispered, smiling contentedly over the situation. Two of GCPDs finest however, was not his final crescendo, though the hunt was attractive enough. The true gem was of course his old flame Batman, and what better way to draw him out then a massacre? Boys inside had been rigging the GCPD to blow for weeks now... Now he needed only to pull the trigger, but it wasn't just the lives of the cities boys in blue on the line, nor was it just Bats bestie Gordon, the detonation of the first explosion would trigger a second... Dirty bomb, plunging Gotham into deceased delicious hysteria, first round up... An anonymous tip to the press... Gotham needed to know who was leaving little 'gifts' in mailboxes he needed his name written all over it enough with the pretenses, he never liked nicknames anyways... Joker was here to stay... Joe would leave his invitation for his favorite foe, on the dead cop Mike Flagran, simply taking his ID and badge... 'Catch me if you can'.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 10:15 am
The air was brisk...
From the moment he saw it he began to take off running. Running from all the pain and regret of purgatory over the last five years. The time to finally return was now. But he needed a way to draw its attention. The world believed him dead and for a while he began to accept that. Now scaling up a boulder with nothing but his hands and feet he peered out from his hood to see the boat drawing near the island he called home for five years. When it was clear he would gain their attention he left his hiding and ran to where he left bow and arrows. Quickly and precisely, he sparked an arrow off of the boulder lighting its flame before stringing it up in his bow carefully deciding it's mark. And when he did; BANG! He let out a sigh beginning to recall everything he'd gone through on the island.
"The name of the island they found me on is Lian Yu. It's Mandarin for "purgatory." I've been stranded here for five years. I've dreamt of my rescue every cold black night since then. For five years I've had only one thought, one goal - survive. Survive and one day return home. The island held many dangers. To live, I had made myself more than what I was, to forge myself into a weapon. I am returning not the boy who was shipwrecked, but the man who will bring to those who have poisoned my city. My name is Oliver Queen."
Four years ago, I returned home to Star City. During that time I reconnected with loved ones I thought I would never see again. Many people were surprised that I was still alive. How did a rich spoiled party boy survive on an island for five years? Many people wondered if I changed. But that was four years ago and we'll get back to what really happened to me on Lian Yu. As for now, the Green Arrow is going to take out some low lives who've been robbing banks all over the city. They are a group who split up to hit two banks at the same time. Their next hit is Star International and another bank called Hyde. But this time they won't get away with any of the money.
"I'm coming up on Star International now. I'll trust you are doing the same with Hyde." Green Arrow said into his com-earpiece. He roared his motorcycle and as he rode it down the street he lifted his bow and carefully aimed a grappling arrow to propel him up atop of the bank. Now above ground he carefully began to make his way into the bank through the roof when--one of the lookout robbers came through the door. Green Arrow quickly disarmed them with some brief one on one combat. Barging in as he began running down the stairway where inside he could hear yelling.
He frowned, silently peeking through the backdoor of the joint. Four guys. Twenty arrows. This was going too easy, even for him. Lifting his bow he would quietly as possible open the door and release a smoke pellet arrow right by the feet of the one barking orders. They looked down but before they could react the smoke started to choke them up on their words. Good, nothing but cough. The Green Arrow moved quickly firing another arrow at the robber at the top of the steps and then another quickly at the guy making his way behind him for a sneak attack dropping both of them. Two down. Two more to go. The coughing robber came running out of the smoke with his handgun in hand firing blindly into the smoke yelling, "Come out you vigilante son of a---" Through the smoke came another arrow dropping him.
"Well in all fairness I was on my way but you started shooting first. I'm just a better shot." he gave a light smile bending down to the woman tied up. "It's going to be alri—" ********, weren't there four? Just then the woman on her knees would cut herself free using a knife and slice the cheek of the Emerald archer. He backed away, stumbling before she continued to move in assaulting him. She kicked him again sending him flying over the desk and on his stomach. Damn that hurt, he thought. Before lifting up quickly and halting her next attack with a boxing glove arrow sending her down. Blood dripped down his cheek as he began to feel the burn some. "All clear here. You?" he asked.
—Before...
"Tommy, it's just going to be for a week. Dad wants to do some father-son bonding. When I get back the Queen-Merlyn duo will run this town. Hey I gotta go though, its time to board up." Oliver told his best friend. What he did not know is that the next time he would see his best friend would be years later. The next call he made before departing was to his girlfriend Laurel Lance. Voicemail? He figured she was caught up in her studies so he didn't bother. Robert came out and waved at Oliver. "You two coming in yet?" he called. "Yeah. we'll be ready." he told his father. Coming up behind him without his knowing was Laurel's sister, Sara, aka his guest on the Gambit. Some would agre it was probably not the best decision to cheat on your girlfriend with her sister. Oliver turned smiling at Sara before the both of them boarded the ship. It was until that night things got bad. There was this storm...the Gambit began to swerve and shake until almost everyone was underwater. The last image he saw was Sara going first and in the next instant he was gasping for air fighting to not drown. His dad took Oliver and some others that managed not to drown on a raft. Ollie was scared shitless but he had his father there to console him.Telling him everything would be alright. That next morning he woke to the sound of gunshots, frantic and scared at his father who just did away with the men from the Gambit. D-Dad?! What are you doing?!!" Ollie screamed. "Survive son, survive." his dad told him lifting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger. "Dad! NO!" he cried out but it was done. Tears instantly flooded his eyes. Ollie sat there in the raft unable to do anything but cry. "Dad p-please.. Dad.."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 12:38 pm
Comforting sleep was always a great thing. Clark started to adjust getting into better place when his alarm clock began to go off. The incessant ringing annoyed even him while he desperately tried to disregard it. Clark grumbled rolling over to silence the alarm on his night stand letting out a groan. He wasn't exactly overjoyed at the thought of having to get up when it felt like he just got to bed. His entire night consisted of night terrors and constant rolling around to find the perfect place for what one would call a good night's rest. Here it was six-forty-five and he'd only just fallen asleep two hours prior. The double life he lived was going to need some work. Three years into this and still some days felt like he just started yesterday. Clark sat up rubbing away sleep from his eyes. He reached over grabbing the remote turning on the TV. The fifty-two news station was primarily the station he kept on when he did watch TV, to see what was up or new in the world. He stood up walking off into the bathroom to shower still able to hear the TV clearly as if he hadn't even moved to another room.
"In countless cities all over the country, more and more costumed crusaders have come crawling out of the darkness. Whether or not they’re good or bad is largely unknown, but ever since the alien known as ‘Superman’ first destroyed a large portion of Metropolis the presence of meta-humans has been undeniable. The reactions of the public have been mixed at best. Who are these vigilantes, and why have they been waiting for so long to reveal themselves?"
After showering, as well brushing his teeth he heard this and stepped back into his sleeping area. He gave a small sigh at the public still not totally agreeing with him. All he had wanted to do was help. Make things better than they were. Ma told him several times that he didn't owe these people anything. But he disagreed. No one so far here displayed the abilities he did. Sure, there were some interesting ones out there. But none had the ability to fly, have beams shoot from their eyes, or blow a wildfire from a forest. Only he had that ability. There was only one Superman. Clark dried himself off and went to wash his toothbrush until....
Footsteps.
Clark's super-hearing allowed him to hear someone approaching, moving rather fast up the steps, in a hurry. He grabbed some undergarments and put on a shirt and his glasses moving to the living room area in his quaint apartment. The person stopped at the door and he listened. Silence at first. Then knock, knock, knock - "Hey Clark, open up, it's Jimmy. I thought we could head over to the Daily together maybe grab some coffees too." Oh, just Jimmy he thought. Jimmy Olsen was starting to become somewhat of a very good friend to Clark. He never really pried for anything personal on Kent like Lois Lane did. He believed she wasn't capable of conversing without looking for a scoop. It was quite nerve-racking in a sense. He always had to have his guard up whenever dealing with her.
He opened the door allowing Jimmy to come in, greeting him with a smile, "Morning Jimmy. Sorry about the wait. I just woke up and got wrapped up in some news story." He walked away from Jimmy going back into his room to change. "Coffee idea sounds great by the way. I'll definitely need it." he yelled into the other room. "I figured. I know Lois said you pulled a late night with her last night. You two aren't starting to become a thing are ya?" Olsen teased. "Real funny Jimmy. Lois and dating, I'm not even sure they should be in the same sentence. Detective, maybe." Clark joked back. He headed out of his sleeping area and back into the living room now fully clothed and ready to go. "You're probably right, Kent. By the way have I ever told you how sweet your place is. Always seems so you know like you don't even live here. You must be one super-clean freak. Anyways, I know a place up the street we can stop for some breakfast and grab the coffees." Clark nodded as well as a small laugh from Jimmy's head on joke/observation.
They departed Clark's apartment and a few laughs later were at the brew. They got their food and headed to the Daily Planet. Once they arrived at the Planet, Olsen paid the taxi they rode to get there and Clark carried their stuff inside. He enjoyed this setting. People greeted him and he did so in return.
He came from the stars.
That was what his mother had always told him.
Sure he was different but he hadn’t really believed it for the longest time.
Now he was embracing it.
He developed super strength at the age of two, and by six he could move so fast that the human eye couldn’t follow his movements. By ten, he was invulnerable to injury and at fifteen he found that he could hear things from great distances and at pitches that humans couldn’t hear. At sixteen there had been a massive power surge all surrounding his eyes. First came the X-Ray vision, followed by microscopic and telescopic vision…and the most dangerous…heat vision. By twenty, he had started learning how to fly and seemingly mastered it within six months.
He had graduated college and finally moved to Metropolis.
Why?
Superman.
The longing of purpose is what brought him here. Clark sat down at his cubicle and smiled at his fellow reporters. Looking over reports before his supervisor Perry White came along. "Kent. I want an article on Sports by the end of the day on my desk. Got it? Good." Clark not getting to speak would watch the heavy-set man leave and already barking orders at the next person. He sighed and leaned back. Clark took a sip of his coffee and then looked at the computer screen typing in "Vigilantes". After he did he saw articles talking about a Nocturnal vigilante. Then there was the man underwater. He looked up from his cubicle to discover everyone looking up at the TV. There was something going on. A man threatening to jump off the Lexcorp building. Someone had to do something. Clark stood up leaving his desk and without being seen unbuttoned his shirt revealing his "S".
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Man Of Steel Superman Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 7:18 pm
The next morning was met with a considerable amount of worry and scare in Gotham City. Bruce had planned the morning for a trip out, well, wherever the superheroine Wonder Woman rested her head these days. Was she living an extravagant living lifestyle complete with all the bells and knobs? Sounded about right, though it was clear from prior footage, she was no priss and nothing to look over. He had already provoked her, making a wise call to have no plans in making the situation worse. Batman was a man of action, though in this instance, he needed to be one that had a handle on saying the right words. What did he need to say to these people? His distrust made it confusing for those wondering why he was attempting to seek out these special individuals. Then again, he couldn't be the only one seeing what was happening all over the world.
Bruce knelt over on the workbench, a stack of batarangs sat off to the right where another stack of unsharpened metal lay opposite to them. They were each a shiny, thin metal material that had various sharp edges that could dig into multiple surfaces. The stuff was expensive, though he was lucky to have an abundance of it. He halted the process of finishing the batarangs when alerted by the Batcomputer of a pending crime to be reviewed. A bright red dot flashed on and off on a black screen, waiting for anyone to come and view the alert. Of course, Gotham had to act out of turn when he had important things to accomplish. It reminded him everyday though that Gotham was still hurting and he'd be there to remedy that to the best of his ability.
Stepping off up to the Batcomputer, Bruce deactivated the light, prompting the screen to come in full view displaying the crime that took place. His inside sources at the GCPD were available and willing to give Batman the bare minimum of evidence that wouldn't cost them their jobs. Several images of the crime scene. At best, they played their part as visual evidence, Bruce found himself doing the rest although his analytical mind made it easy to come up with the rest of the short end.
The scene was a bloody mess, at least mostly in one area. Bits of shrapnel were embedded into the walls and on the floors right at the point of origin of what might have been an explosion of some kind. Judging by the marks in the room and singing around many areas, it was safe to assume that there was in fact some sort of projectile. Whether it got it’s intended target, he couldn’t tell. It was an odd room, multiple old and aged knicknacks residing on shelves that seemed more disturbing than pleasing. What kind of person collected all of these, he had strong doubts they were worth much if you could call them a collector. His blue eyes scanned over each image carefully, passing through each with extreme detail before assessing the situation that he was putting himself in. In every single picture, whether they focused on the second incident, the man’s blood spilled onto the floorboards like a river. Keeping the victim’s clothes in mind, he was definitely GCPD and he most likely wasn’t alone. The audacity to do such a thing, especially to Gotham’s Finest took guts. Bruce glared at the screen as it all came full circle. The weird objects, the shifty methods, it all pointed to an old foe he had thought to be gone for good. He rarely made morning calls but this was an exception, it needed to be handle as soon as possible.
Rushed footsteps echoed throughout the cave as Alfred descended down the stairs as fast as his legs would allow. "Master Bruce!" Alfred yelled, unable to control how loud he spoke due to his worriedness and fatigue. His white gloved hand pointed up to the screen, Bruce awaiting the man to get his words out. "You need to see this..," Bruce allowed Alfred to step up to the Batcomputer, watching as he moved through the visual evidence and back out to locate the Gotham City News. "Alfred, slow down. What's the rush?" The ever famous Vicki Vale was the first face the two of them got a chance to see. A half smile formed over his lips, seeing Vicki Vale on the news for the first time in a long while. An old friend or interest perhaps some time ago though it wasn’t the time to reminisce.
“This is Vicki Vale with Channel Six news reporting to you live from the scene of a brutal crime. Hours ago late last night, two GCPD officers were on there way to this apartment building to apprehend the ‘Slideshow Slasher’,” She paused, allowing other policeman to carry out the deceased on a gurney, a white cloth covered the obscenities. “Two of Gotham’s Finest, Detective Mike Flargan and officer Jimmy Folson unfortunately lost their lives, by whom it is unknown. Police are looking for anyone who might know anything abou-,” Another pause, this time she was fixated on listening through her earpiece. Every passing second, her face frowned with more and more horror. It was disturbing and a little eerie to boot.
The camera turned away from Vicki Vale as she sorted through whatever was holding her attention and over to an officer alone on the sidewalk, holding a badge. It must have been Flargan’s as nothing of Jimmy Folson was left around. He held it for a few moments, staring at it as it shined in the morning sun. The more he tampered with it, the more curious he had become. Anyone watching could see it on his face and then finally how he pulled a small white piece of paper, a note perhaps? The officer’s face resembled Vale’s as he read the note, his skin almost white like something had really frightened him. The officer held the badge tight in his left hand as he rushed over to the rest of the GCPD present to show them his findings. It was an odd viewing of the news, everything was silent, most people were standing about wanting to know what was the cause of all this. A sudden shake of the camera and it was back on Vale, the microphone held close to her mouth. “It seems new development has..new evidence has come to light on who committed this awful crime.” She stared right into the camera, more so than she had done during this broadcast. “The Joker, a psychopathic killer has returned to Gotham. Upon his return, he’s made victims out of two Gotham City police officers. If anyone hears, sees, or knows anything about his return please, do not engage, do not put yourself at risk, and please contact the authorities, immediately. Vicki Vale..signing off.”
The news report started as any typical murder reporting would have gone, but everything took a change for the worst and very fast at that. Alfred peered over his friend’s shoulder who’s head was bent down staring at the rock ground. You didn’t have to be a genius to realize all of the anger building up in his veins. His hands gripped the edges of the surface, something hard and solid, nothing he could throw or break. It was only a few years ago that the Batman met the Joker, their few encounters became worse and worse after the last, the body count much higher every time. No therapy session at Arkham Asylum would do the trick but Bruce believed in reforming the evil in people to something good. No matter how many people the deranged clown has killed, it all comes down to who and how far he’s willing to go just to make a statement. He was going to have the whole city in a panicked state, just what he needed. The chaos would play right in his hands, what would it be this time? Mass shootings? Laughing Gas? Explosives? The latter would only go down in complete and utter lack of human lives he was putting on the line.
“She can wait, Alfred. I thought I saw the last of him all those years ago, I was too naive to think it was just that easy. Had I been precise..,” Bruce paused to collect his thoughts, realizing the line that he was thinking of crossing. “I need to find The Joker and put a stop to this before he can do it again, this time it has to be permanent.” He decided, a bit of hesitation in his voice.
“Do you hear yourself, sir? You’re talking about doing what you said you’d never do before. You’re not a killer, that is not the man your mother or father raised in their time with you and I can assure you it wasn’t what I had in store for you. I know you, Master Wayne, you’re nothing like that lunatic and doing this will only set you on that path. The Batman always finds another way,” Bruce thought it a little strange that he was defending one of Batman’s worst enemies in the way that he did. To permanently put down The Joker should be a good thing, though his close friend knew better. He knew what would happen if he went through with this. It was would change him, he just wasn’t sure how.
"When I find him, Alfred..I'm not sure what I'll do. He always takes it up a notch, every single time he resurfaces, it only gets worse from there." Bruce stepped away from the Batcomputer heading off towards the display case that held the Batman suit, putting it on piece by piece. "Whatever happens, this time it's over. For good," He finished as he threw the cowl over his head.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:12 am
With the day passing by and people doing their regular routine, the city was as normal as it could be for a red blur zooming through the city all day long. With the events that the city had been through within the past few months it should’ve been destroyed by now. But that red blur is me and I don’t just run around, I use my powers to keep the city I love safe. Before I carry on with what I do, I should probably start with the beginning of my story; before the whole powers. My story started when my mother was murdered by something impossible, and my father was wrongfully accused for it and went to prison for it. Remember the whole impossible part? Well, I also became something impossible which was the fastest man alive. Even after everything that had happened in Central City, it didn’t compare to what Metropolis had which was the Man of Steel. As I heard news about a building going down during an encounter he had with a Metahuman, it kinda freaked me out. I mean; I run up buildings and he had one fight and took one down. That’s crazy to even think about in the world we even live in, but I shouldn’t judge since you know I am a man that can outrun about anything. As I think about this I am stopping a bank robbery, currently in progress.  He quickly moved through the bank, grabbing a hostage one by one out of danger. A small flash of lightning could only be seen, and with each time the red streak was seen a new hostage was standing outside; out of trouble. Once all of the hostages were out of harm, he raced back inside of the bank to apprehend the thieves. There were five of them, two of them collecting the cash and the other three making sure no one interrupted their heist.
As soon as he got to the two robbers collecting the cash, he quickly took each of them out simultaneously within a few seconds, before the other three even noticed what had happen. Once the thieves noticed, they shot at previous places the Flash was at. Quickly breaking to catch himself then made a turn to head towards them. He passed the bullets by as he made it to the first thug. Within a second he was down and there was only two left. Without hesitating he used the assault rifle the previous thug held. Tossing it like a boomerang at the second gunman, knocking him out. As soon as the last two goons were taken out, the last thief quickly knew his fate. Dropping his gun; not wanting to end up like his friends.
After the sound of gunshots were silenced, there was a red blur that ran out with electricity following behind. As soon as he was gone, the only thing that was left were the thugs; four of them unconscious and the one that had just given up.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 6:15 pm
Location: Washington, DC: US Capital Building
A meeting of the Senate Armed Services committee was taking place, and Luthor was set to speak at this hearing, as one of the Senators began to speak to conduct this hearing. He patiently waited outside one of the Senate Chambers “Five minutes Mr. Luthor” some aid walked by him as stood waiting to enter. During that time his thoughts raced about what he was going to speak about. Meta Humans and no doubt the Superman
“Those red eyes, I'm sure they look right through me, like I am nothing more than a nuisance. But when I see you? I see something no man can ever be. I see the end. The end of our potential. The end of our achievements. The end of our dreams. You are my nightmare.”
Then he could hear through the doors one of the senators on a microphone now conducting the session
“Ladies and gentlemen, today we are faced with problems and issues that 60 years ago would be considered something out of fiction. Today we have men that can fly, and bend solid steel with their bare hands. The question is, if there are more of these individuals, these Meta Humans so to speak, if any government intervention or oversight is required regarding them. Or if one, or if any of them present a threat to national security. This committee is to determine what course of action to take. I would like to call upon Alexander Luthor, Chairman of LexCorp Industries, to speak on this matter.”
Luthor then walked into the senate chamber where this hearing was taking place and took his place at a table near by where this committee was gathered. Then one of the Senators immediately blurted out asking questions “Mr. Luthor thank you for arriving today. You are what some people consider an expert over Meta Humans correct? For the record, what do you definite as a Meta Human?
“Yes. I’d define a Meta Human as someone with extraordinary gift beyond the limits of normal human beings. For example, the Superman is a someone that matches this description.”
Then suddenly a different senator blurted out a question to Lex. “Mr Luthor, in the past in the press, you’ve been what could be considered as a little bit outspoken about the Superman of Metropolis considered while it has been documented by the press, he’s pretty much a hero.”
“If I may speak candidly, I think that is a naïve point of view Senator. With someone such as the Superman you, or anyone else on this planet does not know what he can do. Or what he is capable of doing. We do not know his mindset. With a man with so much power and that is capable of anything, I’d think some reasonable doubt about him is healthy, logical, and perfectly human to have that perspective. I also know I’m not the only one in this room that shares that opinion. That is the entire reason why we’re here today, is it not? You know what the oldest lie in history is Senator? Devils don’t come from beneath us. They came from above. Lucifer himself was once an angel on the side of God. Look what happened to him. So the next time you see your boy in blue. Think to yourself for second and ask, is he really doing the right thing for all of us? Or himself? Who is to keep him or anyone else in check?”
He said pausing for a moment pouring himself a glass of water out of a nearby pitcher, taking a small and quick sip of it.
“Superman is only one of his kind. Where there is one , there is more out there. More Supermen, or perhaps women. Who knows what the rest of his species might do, depending on their disposition. Then there is the matter of the other reports of Meta-Humans in the news all across the world. The rumors of some sort of red streak flying around in the streets of in Central City, then these urban legends and other reports in the three-ringed freak circus that is Gotham. This is just scratching the surface ladies and gentlemen; this is in our own backyard. That isn’t even considering the other international incidents, or even as bold as I suspect, threats beyond our own solar system. Times are changing ladies and gentlemen we need to adapt to them and the realities we even as a species face. These individuals need personal accountability. Someone needs to be watching over their shoulders. These individuals have too much power not to have someone watching them and in check just incase they have a ‘bad day’ and decide to do stress relief therapy lets say in Metropolis or Gotham, by the means of millions of dollars in property damage, or even worse human lives. This nation needs to be ready just incase Old Yeller decides to go like a mad dog off the chain. My company LexCorp as it stands currently, is the largest defense contractor to our armed forces, and no other company is in the same league as mine for our research on Meta-Humans. What I propose to this committee is simple. I propose that LexCorp do what no one else can do for national defense. Allow LexCorp Industries research and defense contract funding so we can properly arm our country against these threats, incase we’re in a worse case scenario. This country has before in the past and still does adapt this type of policy and thinking. Military satellites, NORAD, back in the 1960’s when NATO deployed Jupiter Missiles in Turkey are all examples of this. Our 26th President, Theodore Roosevelt, once speak softly, and carry a big stick’ regarding his foreign policy, we need to adapt this to Meta-Human policy and national defense for the good our nation’s security.” The audience that had gathered at the hearing erupted in applause, as Luthor finished his speech.
“Thank you Mr. Luthor, we’ll take your proposal under advisement. There are no further questions, you are dismissed. This committee thanks you for your time Mr. Luthor.” One of the other Senators stated as the committee continued its talks.
The press outside of the senate chamber swarmed Luthor as he exited the chambers out to his car where his driver was waiting for him. He simply smiled and answered a few questions before he climbed inside his vehicle. He immediately pulled out his cell phone and called his assistant Mercy Graves “Mercy, could you please schedule an appointment with General Sam Lane at the Pentagon? There are a few others I need for you to book appointments with. We can discuss that later.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 1:39 am
Joe had been gone for some time, he hadn't been on the run persay he was no coward, just lacked inspiration, maybe it was depression, he hadn't really known what it was exactly, but it had come and gone as quickly as it had arrived all with a good cop killing, that was sure to draw the big man out, The family of Bats had a love for pigs after all, sure to breed strange babies if the need ever arise. "--Twinkle twinkle little Bat, how I wonder what your at..." he cooed, gloved fingers slipping over the wheel, as he turned onto the secured block off Main Street, just a stones throw away from police headquarters. Oh how he'd missed the Bat, one could say the hero saved him... Oh no, Joe would have never gone out silently, gun to the temple, pills or a noose... after all he was a firm believer in 'going in a blaze of glory' and 'Taking as many people with you' maybe that's why the dirty bomb was his answer, that and a flattened GCPD. Casually whisking a finger full of dust off the dashboard into the shape of a smiley face, Joker parked... Humming Mozart, while he Managed to parallel between two cruisers out front. Up above, a warm light cut a jagged swathe into the night sky, lurking against the clouds... He'd been called, the tribunal... Bat signal, 'maybe this time he really will kill me, I hope...' his expired friends at the dilapidated apartment complex had been foreplay, a simple warmup just to get his feet wet, the main event was just around the corner, just a breathe away from being a reality. Smoothing his hair back, he shut the driver side door, and retreat back to his trunk, popping it open. Humming still, the 'Marriage of Figaro' he secured the remote detonator to his hand with duct tape, certain to make sure the party wouldn't end prematurely before his honored guest was due to arrive. Pre painted on the roof of his stolen vehicle had been a neon purple and green smiley face blaring up stark and painfully obvious to the night sky... His invitation to the re-match in case missing police identification wasn't enough to go on for the Dark Knight. Padding up the stairs, he grinned feverishly, acidic emerald green eyes glimmering as he flung open the double doors. "--Take a seat, we'll help you in just a min--" spying Joker, instead of a troubled civilian the cop at the desk froze, the color draining from his face as he jumped to his feet, scrambling for his gun, "--Don't bother, on my account," BLAM! A single shot fired into the officers gut, and he'd stagger back sinking into his desk chair, "--Indeed, please do have a seat." moving around the entry, sending the metal detector off screaming he passed through... He held his gaze retained on the weighty policeman before him, dead certain he could smell urine in the air, "--Mother always told me desk jobs were always a safe bet, guess she was wrong wasn't she?" laughing aloud at his own joke, drawing Officer 'Porky' close by the shoulders, Joe steered him right in front of the path of the Bullpen, and in one dramatic flurry of motion rode him madly into the bustling room, teeming with criminal suspects, civilians and cops. Most didn't quite notice, and those that did felt their blood run cold for but a moment... But what could one clown do against so many of Gotham's finest? Darting toward him bravely, Joe watched as he was confronted, <******** cop killer, you'll get yours for what you did to Mike and Jimmy..." "--Tut, tut... Didn't mother ever tell you leaving the table un-invited is very rude?" squeezing off another round, Officer 'Man-Rage' dropped to the ground with a sharp scream, his knee cap shattered. "--Now, before you pigs get any ideas, I have insurance... This detonator will blow this building back to the Stone Age, deader then dead folks! You know yours truly, I'll push it... Delightfully, even if I'm inside. And for those of you that manage to survive the blast... What's that Johnny?" he jokingly asked Officer Porky, who had left a grisly trail of blood after him like a snails trail, and quite possibly fell unconscious... Or dead. "--Oh yes... There's a dirty bomb directly under your feet, my bombs go boom... Spells this cities doom, get it? Now..." he cooed planting his butt on one of the empty desks in view of the bullpen. "--Were going to play a game, let's bring all our friends out... I wouldn't want my favorite Commissioner missing out on all the fun..." suddenly a couple armed 'cops' and two civilians, peeled themselves from the group, and began to collect every 'tucked away' cop in the precinct bringing them out, packing the bullpen. "--Let's bring those other criminals out too, but first a couple ground rules. If you try and leave our party, everyone dies, if you try and play hero and attack me or my boys, everyone dies. Don't bother calling Bats, he'll be joining us in no time. Now, the game! Cops versus Criminals, and Civvies. Whatever side kills the most gets to walk out alive before I set the bomb off... And darlings, you're being timed... I don't see some initiative in 5 minutes, I start executing you? Any questions?" of course, one cop barked in the back, "--Do you really think you'll get away with this, Batman will stop you!" "--Were so dependent on him, aren't we? Gotta have him hold our hand... Maybe this time he'll actually do it, put me in my grave and not just a full body cast... Such a romantic thought, enough though... Start the game! Or I start shooting strangers like targets in a gallery..." the criminals instantly moved for any manner of weapons, while the cops rushed to defend, the civilians stood, watching in horror over the Nightmare the clown had created... Utter chaos. 'Hold your fire, use batons only if necessary, no one needs to die tonight' Gordon command, only making Joe roll his eyes. Would the Bat arrive in time before the bodies of the dead piled up? Joker joyfully watched from his perch, content over the mess he had made, like a child doodling art on painted walls, He couldn't wait to see him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 12:18 pm
Police did their best to back the crowd up using tape to set their boundaries. The man who threatened to end his life by jumping off the Lexcorp building stood there shaking high up. Superman below spoke with the authorities and from them received a name. With this he agreed to go and speak with them but that was all he could promise. In his next blink, there he was hovering there with his arms folded and his majestic red cape flowing through the wind. The already shaken up man now startled nearly gave out a cry. But he caught himself and saw who it was; Superman. Superman hovered closer to the man obviously there to try and understand why he would want to end his own life. "Hello Cory." he spoke calmly not trying to in anyway provoke the man. They couldn't have been any older than twenty-one or so. "S-Superman? Why are you here? Why would you care about a nobody like me ending a life that wouldn't affect anyone?" he screamed. Somewhat taken back by their words Superman said nothing at first. "I thought we could talk for a bit. You look you've gone through a lot to get here, today, to make this decision. You must've thought about this a lot, I assume." he said in return. The young man looked up wiping the swelling tears from his eyes. "I have! I have thought about this and I'm not changing my decision. So why don't you do us both a favor and just fly on out of here. You can't help me! You don't know what I've been through!" he angrily spat. Still Superman remained cool, calm, and collected. "You're right, I may not know what you've been through...but I just want to talk." Superman told him. And after a long period of silence the younger male finally said, "...Somebody said when you give your word, you never break it. Is it true?""Yes." Superman answered. "Then I want your word. I want your promise. That you won't try and take me down by force...And that if I jump...If I choose to jump because it's my choice...you won't stop me. If you do that, I'll talk to you." Superman thought it over and then nodded. "I give you my word. I won't stop you. And I won't take you back down against your will." the young man looked almost surprised at first but then nodded and started to speak tears beginning to swell in the corners of his eyes. "After I buried my Mom...I stood there....after everyone else left...And I thought this is it. Working your life away, constantly trying to stay above debt, and then what? You die. You become just another tombstone. Sure, your family mourns you maybe for a couple months, then a year goes by, then another and then they stop. They move on. And you..." he trailed off tears streaming down his face. "I understand. But there is more to life. Not all of it will be good, but not all of it will be bad either. Life is worth living. But I can't determine that for you. I can make a suggestion...A friend of mine many years ago took her life. She was terminally ill, everyday was an agony. And she decided one day that she knew without question that she would never have another happy day. And she...well...I guess you could say she checked out early. I understood. I didn't approve. Still don't. But I understood. If you honestly believe in your heart of hearts that you will never, ever have another happy day...then step out into the air. I'll keep my promise, I won't stop you. But if you think there's a chance--no matter how small--that there might be just one more happy day out there--then take my hand." There was nothing at first but he'd said all he could say to help. Slowly Cory began to walk forward and said nothing. Then stepping off the ledge tears streaming down his cheeks he grabbed onto Superman not just for his life but hugging him. "It'll be right. You're safe." he consoled. "Okay.." Cory sobbed. Superman then hovered down to the street letting Cory down to the paramedics and police. The department's men thanked him as well as the crowd behind. He nodded and floated back up into the sky. He floated to a nearby building not nearly as tall as Lexcorp's and stood there taking it all in. He did after all save one life and he was glad to be able to talk Cory out of a bad decision.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 3:36 pm
The bulk of his day was spent on a non-stop lookout for the Joker, following leads and upturning new ones. From beating down petty criminals to going after known associates, other than his abrupt entrance back into the corrupt world of Gotham, no one seemed to know anything. He had spoke with Bullock about the precautions the GCPD are now taking to ensure that they can wrap the dilemma up as soon as possible, with little to no casualties.
Having tried most of the inner city, Batman kept to the outskirts, the less than populated areas of Gotham, checking around the abandoned warehouses and run down apartments for any substantial evidence. Earlier that day, he had been where this manhunt all started, the scene of the crime where two officers lost their lives. The mess angered him to the core, two reminders of what little Batman has done to effectively put him away. He did his best to keep involvement with GCPD affairs under wraps, only those he allowed to know could really make heads or tails of how a full wrap load of criminals ended up behind bars with many questions being flown in the midst of things.
The Batmobile was a bulk of black durability and destruction, however you decided to look at it. It could shatter smaller cars as if it were a tank, a vector-controlled jet engine on back of the vehicle for quick boosts, twin forward-firing machine guns, and so much more wrapped up in one. It could fit just about four people: The driver, a passenger, and normally two seats reserved for criminals he discretely delivered to the police. It took him years, with the help of Alfred, to get the machine where it was today. A true force to be reckoned with if you were on the wrong side of it.
The caped crusader took to the back areas of Gotham, remaining in constant stealth mode, to stay vigilant in-case of incoming GCPD patrols. "I've been out here all day Alfred and nothing, he's made sure his return isn't as simple as anyone trying to find him would like. It's never this simple with him," He relaxed in the material, speaking through the on board communicator.
"Remember, sir. It is imperative that you do not give up, The Joker wants to ex-.." Alfred paused his brief pep-talk, obviously distracted with something. "I'm getting quite a bit of chatter from the GCPD radio, patrol cars have been called back to the precinct. All of them,"
Batman's eyes widened at the revelation. There was no way all of them would be sent back to the precinct with the Joker on the loose. He was top priority, not to mention all the other petty crimes and criminals still at large. If his theory, though still forming, was correct, Joker wanted to lure them all to one place. For what, Batman did not know yet. Immediately, Batman shifted in gear, pulling off into the main roads towards the GCPD. It was a rare sight to see The Batmobile on the more populated streets of Gotham, these days he usually stuck to the Batwing, flying over the skyline and nabbing criminals from above. This was a special case that would surely exasperate resources heavily.
With the police precinct in range, Batman made sure not to attract any unwanted attention up front. He needed to keep his presence a surprise, whether the situation was worse off or not. He came to a halt in an alley, only a block away from the destination. The eject sequence threw him straight into the air, allowing him to grapple to higher surfaces to scale the rooftops. Keeping a steady pace, he ran and ran until he was only a building away from the GCPD. Once again, he'd be sneaking in without permission, only this time it was to truly benefit his forced allies. Two squad cars pulled into their respective parking places in front of the building along with four other policemen as they entered the building. Like Batman, they had no idea what they were really walking into. He craned his legs, followed by him leaping from the ledge and down onto the roof, rolling to his feet to keep up the momentum. He came up, running straight up to stop at the ventilation.
"Anymore updates, Alfred?" He asked, pulled away at the grate.
"None, sir. It seems you'll be going in dark on this one," Alfred answered, a hint of regret on the tip of his tongue with the fact that he couldn't provide any useful information in a dangerous situation.
"This wouldn't be the first time," The grate, ripped from it's hinges had been bent while trying to pry it off. It proved useless to him now, prompting him to throw it to the side as he descended down into the interior.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 1:31 am
How he ever considered working with the notorious vigilante, The Green Arrow was beyond him. The days of simply being a body guard were fresh in his mind, enough that he almost missed the simple routine of going from Point A to Point B. That all changed when he decided to get caught up with a billionaire with nothing else to do. Do something simple they said, it'll be a nice change of pace from the military life. Sure enough, it was. From aiding war efforts in other countries, to stopping bank robbers from making off with enough cash to set them up until the next score, improving time and time again.
The two of them, partners in crime had come out in the night as they usually do to apprehend another spree, one they became aware of from the media. As quick as it was up in the public air, the two of them were on it, taking immediate action to putting it at rest. While Green Arrow took one bank, Diggle, also known as Spartan took the other.
"Coming up on Hyde now. Got a little preoccupied with the equipment," His favorite custom sniper rifle was still a mystery to him in terms of assembly, something he should usually have down, something that should have been practiced before hand. The heist was taking place in a bank directly across from a hotel where Diggle posted up. The front legs of the sniper rested on the ledge making for easy maneuverability as he swerved it left and right. These types of things were best done at night, no unnecessary casualties, no hassle from guards, smart crooks knew this. The dumb ones knew who would be coming for them. "I have a 20 on the robbers, brave bastards. They're using the front door," Spartan peered through the scope, four men in total, all strapped with at least hundreds of thousands of cash on their backs. They think they'll get to go away licking their fingers as they count away their earnings. Not in the slightest. He waited, waited for them to load it all into the truck, money and everything. Even letting them pull off to gain a bit of momentum.
Waiting right for the best angle, Spartan yanked the trigger back, firing off a single bullet that flew through the air. From the top of the hotel, down to the empty streets near the corner, the bullet punctured the tire sending the van in a frenzy as he skidded about. It turned and weaved, sliding all around the street before crashing into a solid brick wall. The impact caused it to tilt slightly, putting it back up on it's top."Robbers apprehended for the most part. How's everything on your end? Don't tell me they're giving you trouble," He joked over the comms, pulling away at the rappel line from his belt. He smacked the base of the device into the ledge, kicking the sniper legs back and into the gun before clipping the hook back to his belt. Getting close enough to the ledge, he threw himself over, descending with very slow yet wide jumps as he descending towards the ground.
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