The New Gotham: Superhero RP IC

[Personal Freedom]

OCC

Commissioner Gordon's Office, Gotham City
Commissioner Gordan, an older man, greyed, and spectacled, moves towards the open window, shutting out the chill night air, and pulling blinds down. He then turns around and walks back to sit behind his desk.

"Really, there ought to be a better way for you to get into this room. I understand you can't just walk down the halls, but the window is open to exposure of our activities, and you know as well as I do that sometimes we have to go a bit beyond regulations to make accomplishments," the commissioner stated, not expecting a response, as he pulled out his chair and sat down.

"Cigar, Batman? I don't know if you smoke, but these are high quality ones I've got here, fresh imports. Anyways, the reason you're here isn't to sit here ideally and smoke cigars. We both know that there have been some issues in the last few months," Gordan said before pausing momentarily to light his cigar. "First there was the prison break from Arkham, and some of the inmates still are unaccounted for, and likely even now plotting malice. Then the new wave murders―I'm sure you know to what I refer―the one that have claimed many police officials with that dreaded smile. I suppose there are several possible culprits, Hyena, the self-proclaimed son of the Joker, a goon of his that has developed a similar psychopathic tendency, I don't know who or what, but they are all so unnerving. They are reminiscent of him, and that is what bothers me the most."

This was follow by a short paused as the commissioner rose from his chair to pace.

"And that is only the surface of what has happened. Crimes rates are still rising, for what reason I wish I knew. There is an election coming up and I truly hope the crime will become a focus of the campaign, but I doubt it. New rogues and cutthroats seem to just materialize out of nowhere, challenging the police and people of Gotham. There are more common criminals and there are more of the uncommon criminals, and why is the biggest question this police department faces. Until we know the answer it feels like all we do is futile. It's as if we lop off the head of a hydra only the have two grow back, but enough of that. I talked far too much already. Anything?"

[World Anarchic Union]

He watched from a nearby rooftop. A low level drug dealer had just parked his cvan outside a badly lit warehouse, which he quickly entered. Soon, three other dealers emerged in the same warehouse, obviously a place where they can restock their "shipment ". Jason watched and observed. He waited for more to arrive but no one else did. Equipped with his physical skill, as they weren't worth anything else, Jason Todd, also known as Red Hood, jumped on the roof of the warehouse and, swiftly broke the fragile glass and fell on one of the dealers, his fist meeting the jaw of another. A woman pulled a gun on him, a moment later, her gun falling from her hand, due to a shuriken like weapon piercing her hand. After a brief minute, all dealers were apprehended. Jason tied them up for the police to see before emerging from the warehouse and once again climbing on to the rooftop. His objective, after that point, was simple. Meet Batman or one of the Robins, a group he once was a part of until his cruel death and extracting his vengeance on to the Joker, the sadist psychopath who had brutally murdered him, paralyzed Barbara Gordon and had messed with the mind of young Tim Drake. Jason felt his fists clenching at the thought of the psychopathic clown and he understands that he had to kill him, in order for Gotham to be saved from his lunatic plans.

A large and seemingly strong figure was wandering the streets of Gotham passing through alleys
not risking being seen by any unwanted eyes, of a journalist or a cop. The light filtered as he passed from alley to alley, ready to attack any who would be foolish enough to attack him. And some were foolish, too foolish.
A gang of some petty thieves, most having hoodies on or having a mohawk, emerged from the shadows, yielding knives, clubs and bats. The head of the gang approached the man and smiled menacingly.
"Give us all your money, mister, or you will get hurt". The other gang members were laughing.
"I would advise you step out of my way. You don't want to die , right?" the man replied.
"Who do you think you are?" the head of the gang said, making some signs with his fingers to the other members.
"I am Bane!" He quickly grabbed the "boss" from the head and threw him against the others. He grabbed another one that had gotten beside him, by the neck and swiftly chocked him. Two tried to attack with their knives, a grave mistake as half a second later, Bane had broken their necks. Three other struck at him with their clubs. Bane, feeling but a pinch,swiftly broke their arms and legs, punching them hard on their chests. Soon, all but the boss were dead. "So-Sor-Sorry." the head mumbled terrified of the man's strength. His hands raised in self defense.
"This city is mine,hoodlum. I want you to send a message to your friends. Bane is back.
"Of course, mister Bane. So, you will let me go?" the man attempted to get up, in order to run if things turned sour.
"No." Before the man could react, his head was pressed against the brick wall, the wall having broken by the brute force of Bane. He looked around, remembering the days when he had broken the Bat. I have to make ready. Gotham City will be mine once more.

[The Silhouette of Adventure]

Nth Metal is so fascinating. The Shadow thought to himself. It reacts differently to every substance it encounters. He gave his Thanagarian sword a few light swings, watching the way the light glinted on the metal. So deadly, and so beautiful. He glanced around. Although perhaps now isn't the best time to be admiring my blade. He sheathed his blade and walked into the wall, phasing, as if a ghost. Behind him, in a room locked from the inside, he left the mutilated remains of the newest iteration of the Royal Flush gang.

As he passed through the wall, he nearly fell out of the two story building, before he caught himself on the wind. Making himself lighter than air, he floated to the top of the building, looking out of the cesspool of crime and villainy that is Gotham City.

[Personal Freedom]

Somewhere in Gotham City
A television flickers in a dark room, the only light, and illuminates the silhouette of a solitary figure hunched low over a table on which lie a clutter of discarded electrical appliances. The figure, a man, talks to himself in a somewhat angry manner as he takes apart the devices in front of him, scavenging pieces, and constructs some device that is unrecognizable.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat-" he mutters low and hushed voice. As he utters the next line his voice is no longer low but loud and full of rage. "How I wonder what you're at!"

He slams his fists on the table, knocking a blender to floor while paying no heed to shattered glass, and picks up to items off of the table. One, a large hat, he puts atop his head, and the other, a cup, he takes a drink from before setting it back on the table and continuing his work. The fruit of his labor is beginning to take the shape of a bow of sorts, but the electronics that are a part of it are still plainly visible, or as visible as they can be in a room as dark as the one in which the man is working. A sane man would find it impossible to work in such conditions, but this is no sane man.

"...Wrong....It was always wrong before... This time I will be right... If you wait for Alice she may never come... I must... BAT! The accursed bat isn't allowed. It's very rude for him to show up without being invited," the whole time he converses with himself his voice goes from the hushed tones of earlier to wilder and more angered tones, a dark rage evidently just below the surface, and he once again begins to utter his nonsense poetry as he continues with his work. Eventually he resumes his conservation from where he left off, but this is much more lucid and calm.

"I will just have to get rid of the bat then. I've approached this all wrong in times past. By allowing freedom, I've allowed too many variables, all of them unneeded. It's not rigged, if the Hatter might perhaps have won more than his share, it is a success. The blasted bat must be done with first, of course, but if I fight him on my own terms, if I prepare... I have a new plan."

Suddenly a silence. His work complete, he brushes the remain material on the floor. The device he was working on is now clearly a blue bow for a girl's hair, but it does not sit on the table alone. A dozen polished chess pieces, a very select few cards, the 2, 5, and 7 of Spades, a book, and a cup of small, black, and speaker like devices share the space. Then the television flicks off and the room goes to black.

[The Tricolour]

Christen Wolff was standing in the alleyway behind his apartment building. It was a cold night. That was very good for Christen. You see, Christen Wolff was also a local mercenary named Viking. He could be good or bad. Christen listened. The city, the noises... they were all quiet. Only a few lights were on in the buildings surrounding him. He picked up a newspaper he found in the alleyway, and red about the usual drabble. He turned the page, and...

New Murderer on the Loose

A strange, Joker-like villain has appeared all over town, murdering victims. Some speculate that the clown might be back from the dead. Speaking of new villians, a strange spike in heroes and villians alike has gone on across Gotham City, seemingly just in time for the new mayoral election.

Ooh. More heroes. More villians, Christen thought. He put down the newspaper. More money. He smiled, rubbing his hands together. More loot. The young man chuckled to himself. Suddenly, another noise pierced the silent air of Gotham. Footsteps. The young man stopped. The footsteps continued. Soon, there was a figure in the alleyway.

[Lynion]

Ryan Evans leaned against his chair in the 24/7 Diner with his bowler hat resting on the table, as he sipped his moonlight coffee. Looking up from the coffee, he glanced across at his watch checking the time. The mafia was working independently from his control which gave him more time to indulge into his alter ego. The Doctor. He glanced down at his watch again and noticed the hands had stopped ticking. Tapping it twice, he was frustrated his watch had stopped ticking. He rattle it a few times and even tried changing the time a few times. Before realising that the watch had a dead battery inside it.

“Watches…the insanity of man of understanding the time,” The thought went through his head as he pay for his coffee on the way out. He had heard whispers on the streets about other villains working in Gotham City. They could do anything they wanted but the biggest issue was the Batman and the Bat-Family.

He walked down several blocks before he was approached by a woman looking in distress. It was somewhere in the slums where he had a hideout to stay for some time. The woman had a torn dress, what appeared to be bruising, offensive marks and defensive marks. Yet when he observed closer, he noticed that some of the bruising appeared to be makeup instead.

“You got to help me…my…my girlfriend is in trouble…” she started as she pointed down the alley way. Ryan raised an eyebrow as he thought this was something different.

“You want me to call the cops?” Ryan asked the woman curiously as he pulled out an out-date phone that was used as a pre-paid phone.

“I…” the woman seem to think she wasn’t going to get much. He flicked out his watch which appeared to be expensive as he pretended to phone the police. “…There isn’t time…can you help me please?” Ryan nodded and followed the woman. They ran down the alleyway as they turned to go down another alleyway before they came to a dead end. He looked about and acted confused when he didn’t see anyone else.

“Hello, ‘allo, allo,” a male voice called out as five men jumped down around him.

“Oh…I’m scared,” Ryan’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He straightened his jacket and tipped his hat backwards. “Do you know who I am?” Ryan stepped back as he started to introduce himself. The thugs looked curious as they wonder what was going to happen. “My name is Ryan Evans, but at night…I am the Batman,” It took a moment for it to sink in before everyone, including Ryan, laughed out loud. “I’m sorry, I’ve always wanted to say that,” Ryan called out as the thugs remembered what they were meant to be doing.

“Just drop everything of value and we’ll let you go funny guy,” one of the thugs called out. Another thug pulled out a knife and another a small revolver. Ryan reached into his inside pockets of his jacket and pulled out a circular container.

“I work with jewellers, gold workers and gem dealers,” Ryan looked back at the woman as her eyes widen. “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend after all,” The woman took the container and walked towards the others as they slowly lowered their guard. They gathered around it just like a child being given a piece of candy and eagerly wants to show her friends.

“How do you open it?” the woman asked.

“Just press the small button on the bottom and the top end opens,” Ryan watched as he pretended to be afraid of the thugs.

“Don’t think you can leave,” the thug with the pistol pointed at Ryan as he turned back his guard on him. “Wait…how do we know this is real?”

“How about I open it?” Ryan offered. The thugs pulled him over to them as the thug with the pistol positioned it at his head and the one with the knife, positioned the knife close to his thigh. The woman appeared to be frustrated as she expressed her excitement. The head thug was holding it up so that Ryan could easily open it but he couldn’t run away with it. Pressing the button, the top part pushed back the fingers pushing against it as the thug allowed it to open.

“One…two…three…” Ryan began as soon as the container opened. On three, gas quickly emitted into everyone’s lungs including Ryan’s lungs. The gas was toxic enough to chock anyone to death in a minute and it expanded only a few metres in every direction. It was more of a self-defence container than an offensive container. Walking away, untouched by the toxins, Ryan quickly made a mad dash away and looked scared for the local population. There was little chance of anyone seeing something happening down a dark alleyway let alone seeing him. He went through a number of alleyways as he paced himself to appear more stressed when he eventually came out to a street. Pulling out his disposable phone, he called 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“Oh…oh dear god. I just heard someone scream for help…” Ryan’s voice had deepened since the lungful of toxin earlier.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. It was down…” Ryan gave the location and then hang up quickly. He threw the sim card in one bin and then in another bin a block away, threw away the pre-paid phone. Walking through the crowds, he continued to maintain the civilian look as he headed for his hideout a few blocks away. Picking up a nearby newspaper, he caught up to date about what was going on in Gotham.

“New Mayor Election?” Ryan looked at it and thought about it. “I think I can work with this,” he smiled as he walked on.

[Ort]

Night-bird
"WHERE IS HE!" A bead of sweat rolled down the man's forehead as he desperately writhed against the chains that had been used to bind him, the saw blade of the industrial-sized meat slicer only inches from his face. "I don't know! I don't know!" The man perspired further as he continued to plead his ignorance and the aroma of urine filled the air as he lost control of his bladder, a stain beginning to form on the front of his trousers. "P...p...please don't kill me, I've got a wife an' kids," Harlan allowed an exasperated sigh to escape his lips, why did they always use their families as an excuse? If you want me to care you shouldn't have become a criminal in the first place. Simple, really. Placing two hands firmly on the bound man's shoulders, Night-bird nudged him ever closer to the saw blade. "Oh God, please...please don't kill me! I'll tell you anything! ANYTHING!" Hmm, that's more like it. Harlan released his grip on the man. "Go ahead," the man's astonishment at the vigilante's sudden change in their tone of voice momentarily overrode his sense of self-preservation but he very quickly recalled his situation. "P...please, we collected the girls from Dixon Docks, that's all I know, the drop off point changes every time...please!" Well, it was a start at least. Night-bird turned to leave, sidestepping a dangling pig carcass. "Hey! Hey! Aren't you gonna let me go?" Night-bird continued to walk away, back turned to the criminal. "The morning shift starts at seven, they'll find you then," the fear in the criminal's voice was obvious. "But it's freezin' in 'ere, what if I die?" Night-bird smiled inwardly. "Then you should've worn a coat," his footsteps echoed throughout the building as the criminal fell silent.

[Shadowwell]

Grundy felt weak and like something was controlling him, He tried to fight against whatever was making him like this and let out a loud but substantially weak roar. Grundy could not fight against whatever this was not with his immense strength or immortality. The workers unloading The massive crate covered cage jumped as they heard a roar coming from what they were unloading. They quickly finished unloading it and left as fast as they could to get away from whatever Monster they had brought to Gotham.

EREBUS
A man was running through alleyways in Gotham City frantically looking over his shoulder. As he looked over his shoulder he tripped on something, He looked down to see darkness and shadow twining and entangling his legs. A man rose out of the Shadows in front of him. That man was Erebus, child of The Shade one of the most powerful Darkness manipulators in existence. Erebus spoke to the man " Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, why did you run now I am going to have to drag you back to where you ran from." Erebus then covered the man in shadows and made him sink through the Ground, He looked around and thought ' So this is Gotham huh, seems like I could like it here.' He then sank into the Shadows and dropped jimmy off at the place police station Back in Opal city he went and collected the bounty on the man before Finding a dark alley and ShadowTraveling to a rooftop in Gotham. 'Yes I think I could grow to like it here very much.'

[Sanabel]

Special Agent Zachary Bellick, FBI
FBI Safehouse D
Undisclosed location in the GC suburbs


"Well, looks like we're done," the short stature, skinny guy in jeans says to Zachary. He just nods. This kid obviously loves what he does. Wringing his hands and beaming, he continues, despite having said this a thousand times over already, "It looks like everything else in the neighborhood," (which looks typical for middle class suburbia), "But it is completely bullet, blast, and fire proof. We've rigged the whole thing, so we can get a unit down here anytime there are unwanted visitors. It's like Fort Knox, man! We've got cameras, bugs, all kinds of security, plus an epic safe room in the back that's even more bullet, blast, and fireproof than the house!" Zachary nods yet again, a bit condescendingly. "Alright, thanks Jeb." He shuts the door on the shocked agent's face. With that, he drops his bags and suit carrier on his bed in the corner of the main room, directly across from a bank of computers, next to the door into the gun room. The exoskeleton has already been put in there, as well as flashbangs, frag grenades, m4s, Mossberg pumps, and a huge array of sidearms, plus ammunition, of course. He loosens his tie and lays down on the bunk, hands over his face. This is his second FBI assignment. And this certainly is better than Nogales, Arizona, but the house has no soul. All bare, white walls, bare bones appliances and furniture, tons of ramen and other instant food. He heared his partner is coming, also on this assignment. Sometime soon.

[Doughertania]

-snip-

Batman, GCPD Headquarters
Gotham. A dirty, crime riddled city, but she's my home. One day, she might be back on her feet, no longer in the pocket of corrupt politicians and criminal scum. But until then, I will not rest until crime has been wiped from Gotham.

Batman glided silently through the night, starting his patrol as he normally does, with a visit to the Commissioner. As he flew, he listened to the streets below, humming with life. The night was quiet thus far, but was it going to be peaceful night, or was this the calm before the storm? Try as he might, Batman couldn't shake the feeling that it was the latter.

When he arrived, he noticed Jim wasn't at normal spot at the roof top. This meant he had files to share. Looks like it's going to be a storm after all. He stealthily swung down, opened the window, and slipped inside. Moments later, the Commissioner entered, not noticing Batman until he turned around.

"Really, there ought to be a better way..." the Commissioner began, and continue until he finished his report. Meanwhile, Batman listened intently, checking the Commissioner's reports to his own on the Batcomputer. Once the Commissioner had finished, Batman spoke.

"There seems to be a few new players in Gotham as well. A vigilante known as the Shadow has been operating in Gotham for some time, and I'm sure we haven't seen the last of the Doctor." Batman paused when considering the new string of murders. They did have a striking resemblance to the Joker. He tried to convince himself otherwise, but it was no use. He could feel it in his bones - the Joker had returned. But without any leads, all he could do was sit and wait.

"I'll contact you if I find anything. Right now, I'm going to try to track down these new players in Gotham. See if they're friend or foe."

"Fine. And Batman?" Gordon turned around, finding himself in an empty room. "Good luck."

Outside, Batman began gliding, looking for anything that might lead him to the new players in Gotham. Suddenly, he communicator beeped, and the voice of Alfred began to speak. "Master Bruce? We have a police report that a small gang has died. It looks like asphyxiation. Police are on the scene now."

"Thanks Alfred. I'm on my way now."

Penguin, Penthouse of the Iceberg Lounge
Enjoying some fine wine and tuna tartare, Oswald Cobblepot ate contently as he watched the giant flat-screen television in front of him. Here in the penthouse of the Iceberg Lounge, there was very little sound aside from the clinking of silverware and the voice of the news reporter coming from the television.

...In other news, it appears that Mayor Chapman will no longer be running unopposed. In a surprising turn of events, local millionaire Oswald Cobblepot has thrown his hat into the ring. Mr. Cobblepot has made several contributions to Gotham, chiefly to the Gotham Museum and the Gotham Zoo. In fact, the recently renovated Miranda Cobblepot Aviary holds the record of being the best in the world in terms of size and care for the animals. Besides his charity work, Mr. Cobblepot has also promised a tough stance on crime. He has gone on record saying "This great city must once again protect her people. The vigilante element must be taken out of our justice system and the super criminals must be once more locked behind bars." Only time will tell if Mayor Chapman will be able to beat out this strong mayoral candidate.

Penguin laughed. "Course the bugger won't! Ol' Chappy has done squat! Then again, a little insurance never hurt anyone. Lark, be a doll and send someone to find the Hatter. I'm in need of his special skill set." He turned to his personal assistant, waiting until she finished calling a gang member to search for the Hatter. "Anything new?"

"All's quiet at the moment. We won the gang war at the North Docks. Only one last harbor not under our control. The other major gangs haven't made any new moves, and neither have the vigilantes. Oh, and one last thing. The...asset has arrived. I've sent Sickle to pick him up."

Wiping his face, Penguin nodded. "Have that giant zombie taken to the Pit. Lets see if he's as good as they say." With that Penguin returned to his desk, preparing his next move.

Sickle, The Pit
Sickle watched as workers lifted the cage out of the pit. The brute was walking around aimlessly, unsure of where it was. Sickle turned to Dove, another of Penguin's personal assistants. "You sure this thing is what we ordered?"

Dove looked at him haughtily. "He will take down all adversities. Send in the men." With that, ten men armed with various melee weapons entered the Pit. The Pit was often used as an arena for Penguin's fight club, and now was no different.

Sickle looked down from the balcony and called out to the men. "First one to take down this big gorilla gets a free round of drinks. Go on, take 'im down!" The men circled the giant and prepared to strike.

[Personal Freedom]

Construction Site for New LexCorp Gotham Building, Gotham
After completing his work from earlier, the Hatter was out and about, looking for a way he might put some of his devices to work. He walked a long way in the darkness unmolested, noting how this part of Gotham was unnaturally still, and besides the sound of his own footsteps and the distant sound of sirens, silent as well. It was not long until an opportunity presented itself. Coming to a chain link fence he saw a large sign.

Contracted by J.B. Warner Contractors

There was no locked gate on the fence, just a break in the fence where people evidently walked in and out of the site, and upon entering he could tell that this construction site would be a perfect place for deployment of the devices. Surely there would be hardhats on a construction site. It would be dangerous not to have one. Disappointingly, none of them seemed to have been left out on any the equipment or steel beams. There was, however, the contractors' tailor, a promising place to look.

To break into the company trailer had been much easier than expected, partly due to the fact the door had been left unlocked. Intent on his goal the Mad Hatter did not stop to fiddle with small things, but he took careful notice to make sure he didn't knock anything out of place.

"Too easy. No security cameras, no guard dogs, not even a locked door. I'm surprised someone hasn't been in here earlier just too steal all the tools," he chuckled to himself before approaching the line of hooks on which held the hardhats. One by one he pulled each one from its hook, stuck one of his small devices on it, and then carefully perched them back on the hook. They would never do in the long run, but he could use them simply to bring them to him. He would fit them later.

"Two and three is five. That is the perfect number! I should go home now and work on the outfits. We have to be prepared, you know?" he thought aloud as he put the last helmet back in place. He then took a brief moment to stop and look around the cramped trailer. Finding nothing of interest, he moved on and exited the trailer, closing the door behind him. They really should have invested in some better contractors. These mutton-heads can't even lock a door. The easier they will be taken to Wonderland, but first must go the Bat!

As he left the site behind there was almost a comical scene was captured under a street light. Here was a man, clad in green with an over-sized hat, walking down the street, stopping, producing a teacup from within his pocket, pouring something from a thermos or bottle, taking a drink, and then tossing the cup as far as he could. It was at this moment a woman appeared and he stepped out of the light, once again nothing more than a shadowy figure in the night.

[Shadowwell]

Penguin, Penthouse of the Iceberg Lounge
Enjoying some fine wine and tuna tartare, Oswald Cobblepot ate contently as he watched the giant flat-screen television in front of him. Here in the penthouse of the Iceberg Lounge, there was very little sound aside from the clinking of silverware and the voice of the news reporter coming from the television.

...In other news, it appears that Mayor Chapman will no longer be running unopposed. In a surprising turn of events, local millionaire Oswald Cobblepot has thrown his hat into the ring. Mr. Cobblepot has made several contributions to Gotham, chiefly to the Gotham Museum and the Gotham Zoo. In fact, the recently renovated Miranda Cobblepot Aviary holds the record of being the best in the world in terms of size and care for the animals. Besides his charity work, Mr. Cobblepot has also promised a tough stance on crime. He has gone on record saying "This great city must once again protect her people. The vigilante element must be taken out of our justice system and the super criminals must be once more locked behind bars." Only time will tell if Mayor Chapman will be able to beat out this strong mayoral candidate.

Penguin laughed. "Course the bugger won't! Ol' Chappy has done squat! Then again, a little insurance never hurt anyone. Lark, be a doll and send someone to find the Hatter. I'm in need of his special skill set." He turned to his personal assistant, waiting until she finished calling a gang member to search for the Hatter. "Anything new?"

"All's quiet at the moment. We won the gang war at the North Docks. Only one last harbor not under our control. The other major gangs haven't made any new moves, and neither have the vigilantes. Oh, and one last thing. The...asset has arrived. I've sent Sickle to pick him up."

Wiping his face, Penguin nodded. "Have that giant zombie taken to the Pit. Lets see if he's as good as they say." With that Penguin returned to his desk, preparing his next move.

Sickle, The Pit
Sickle watched as workers lifted the cage out of the pit. The brute was walking around aimlessly, unsure of where it was. Sickle turned to Dove, another of Penguin's personal assistants. "You sure this thing is what we ordered?"

Dove looked at him haughtily. "He will take down all adversities. Send in the men." With that, ten men armed with various melee weapons entered the Pit. The Pit was often used as an arena for Penguin's fight club, and now was no different.

Sickle looked down from the balcony and called out to the men. "First one to take down this big gorilla gets a free round of drinks. Go on, take 'im down!" The men circled the giant and prepared to strike.

WIP
Grundy was disoriented after they released him from the cage but he knew he had to what he was told. Now that meant destroy the little men that are hitting him. Grundy Stood up shrugging off the blows and grabbed the skull of one of the men in a massive hand and lifted the him up by the head before Crushing it like a foam cup. After he dropped the mangled corpse He grabbed another Man and used him as a bat to hit a couple other men into the wall of the Pit they coughed up blood upon impact. One of the men had gotten behind Grundy and was hitting him in the legs with a barb wire baseball bat to try to force the massive zombie down. The wounds bled a strange colored blood briefly before closing.
Grundy dropped the man he had been using as a bat and turned around with a speed that one wouldn't expect from a being his size, He then backhanded the Attacker against the wall. the mans head cracked open like an egg before his twitching body fell to the ground. the other five men were trying to run to the area where they came in from. Grundy rushed like a mad bull at the men, most of them scattered but one was still trying to outrun Grundy. The man reached the metal portcullis like gate, moments later Grundy smashed into it, denting it and reducing the man into a bloody misshapen pulp. The force of the impact stunned Grundy for a few moments. the remaining four men took this time to try to kill Grundy one of the men happened to get a lucky shot in and hit Grundy's heart. He Roared as he felt himself slipping into a rage, he then ponded the four men into the ground. When the dust from the force of his punches cleared there were four piles of flesh on the ground. Grundy stood up and walked over to the are that dove was and looked up awaiting orders.

[World Anarchic Union]

Red Hood observed from a rooftop the commotion policemen were causing getting to a crime scene. Bruce will inevitably be there. he thought, following them from the comfort of the rooftops. There he witnessed a generally large crowd having gathered, due to murders caused by asphyxiation. He waited for the Batman to appear, not knowing if he had already gotten there.

Jason had heard of the recent murders, victims being engraved with a smile, a signature of the Joker. He had to get information, find him, if he was still alive and end his miserable and worthless life before he caused any more pain. He had also heard of the Penguin having gotten in the mayoral election, and Jason knew that many more criminals would soon be making their appearance known. He had to combat crime and look for the Joker and all of his copycats He was confused but confident of wanting to eradicate Gotham of crime, in any way possible. He waited for the Batman, his former mentor to arrive.

[Ort]

Night-bird
The Iceberg Lounge, where Gotham's elite could rub shoulders with the criminal element whilst enjoying the relative safety provided by the establishments proprietor; Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, otherwise known as the Penguin or just Penguin. He was just the person Night-bird was looking for and it was probably safe to assume that he would be inside, overseeing the club from within his own private dining area. Despite the apparent lack of security, the place was very well guarded. Penguin wouldn't want to frighten his more esteemed customers but he wasn't going to sacrifice the safety of his base of operations to do so, it's what you couldn't see that told all. Caution, that's what this situation required. Night-bird pocketed the binoculars he had been using to examine the nightclub and exited the car he had "borrowed" to get to the Iceberg Lounge. He strode across the street, towards the main entrance, and stood before the doorman who menacingly brandished the club's guest list. So much for caution. The man looked the brazen vigilante up and down, unsure of what to do about the unusual individual who he now stood face to face with. "Who're you 'posed to be?" Night-bird had prepared for this, he just hoped that his ruse would work. "I'm the "entertainment", Penguin asked for me personally," the doorman didn't know how to respond, the boss had told him not to interrupt whilst he conducted his business and this guy's story seemed...plausible; the make-up and wig were definitely hallmarks of a..."performer". "Alright then, go on in and get ready, dressing room's in the back...one of the girls'll show ya," Night-bird nodded in response and, sidestepping the doorman, entered the Iceberg Lounge...the lions' den.

[The Silhouette of Adventure]

Royal Flush Gang
Galante Crime Family
Panessa Crime Family
Johnny Stitches - Intergang
Tobias Whale
And so on and so forth

The list. Agent 47 always has a goal, a mission, an ultimate aim in his actions. The list. When Waller shut him out, tried to shut him down, it became her. When he joined the Suicide Squad, it was whatever she told him. When Gotham became his home, it became the Justice League- And the list. The two were mutually interchangeable- One would, inevitably, lead to the other, and it mattered not which step was taken first, for both left and right led to his Mission. The Black Sabre would destroy the underworld of Gotham, and Shadow would be welcomed into the Justice League and given a place among Heroes.

And then Waller would pay.

---

The Shadow was iconically silent as he unsheathed his blade outside of the old bar. The headquarters of the Galante Crime Family, one of the Five Families. Tonight, there would be Four, and in the resulting power struggle, more of his targets would reveal themselves. The door, of course, was locked. The Shadow passed through it as if it were air. His blade glinted in what little light entered the shut down bar. Beneath him, in the basement, the Galante Crime Family was no doubt hatching yet another scheme to send Gotham to its knees. He looked up at the ceiling and slowly lowered, eventually passing through the roof of the basement into the center of the Galante Family. Amidst screams of confusion and rage, the security camera picked up a few distorted words from the man as he stood in the center of the basement.

"Woe to you- For you have fallen into the Shadow of Death."

He lashed out suddenly, his blade passing through the chest of the Patriarch of the family. Almost immediately, the other members fired at the Shadow- Only to dismay as bullets passed through him as though he weren't there. Screams of Ghost and Spirit echoed as the Thanagarian blade tore flesh from bone and heart from chest. When he was done, and the room was coated in the blood of the damned, the Shadow turned towards the camera and thrust his blade, ending the recording.

[Doughertania]

Batman, Crime Scene
Batman arrived at the scene, dropping silently into the alley. Two GCPD officers were putting up the crime scene tape and moving onlookers aside. Batman spoke behind the cop in charge, Detective Harvey Bullock. "What happened here, Bullock?" The Detective nearly dropped his donut.

"Geezes! A warning would be nice." Harvey sighed. "Any way, there were six victims. Five men, one woman. All with previous records. Cause of death seems to b-"

"Asphyxiation. There isn't a mark on there body, and most of them are clutching at their lungs." Batman interrupted, taking a blood sample. "Tell Gordon to send me the coroner's report."

Harvey nodded, then gestured back to the bodies. "Who'd you think is responsible? This doesn't match Crane's MO, and no one's heard from Ivy in month's."

Batman turned and grappled, asking himself the same question. When he got to a significant height, he doubled back and landed behind Red Hood. "Jason. What is it?"

Dove, The Pit
Dove looked at Sickle, smirking slightly. "See? I told you. He's strong. He's durable. And he's ours." Sickle was silent. He couldn't understand how they could keep that thing in check. As if sensing this, Dove produced a small vile. "This will make sure he stays that way. It's a drug they made for him at Belle Reve. It's essentially a powerful tranquilizer that adapts faster than he can regenerate. This is how we keep him under control. Speaking of which..." Dove paused as she pressed a button on her phone, causing magnetic weights on Grundy's arms and legs, pinning him down. "It's time for him to take his medicine." Dove entered an elevator, and lowered herself down to the Pit. Sickle left, leaving just her and the beast.

Dove looked at the zombie. The beast was slowly coming out of the drugged world it was in, but she wasn't afraid. She knew the cuffs would hold him down, and besides, she just wanted to talk. After all, she had big plans for him. "Grundy? Can you understand me? My name is Dove. I want to help you." With that, she pushed a cart forward to Grundy. Being a zombie, he needed to eat living flesh, and before him was a squealing pig. "Eat up Grundy. Go on." She waited to see if he would except the peace offering. Otherwise, she'd have to drug him again.

Wren, LexCorp Building
Wren looked around, knowing the Mad Hatter was somewhere close. "Jervis, Mr. Cobblepot would like to meet with you." She looked around, her two bodyguards flanking her. "He's willing to negotiate with you on the terms of the deal at the Iceberg Lounge. If you'd please follow us..."

Pauly, Casino
Pauly, a security worker at the casino portion of the Iceberg Lounge, led the new girl to the dressing room. "Get yourself dressed. When you're ready, I'll get you to Mr. Cobblepot. Understand?" He didn't understand why he needed to escort everyone to his employer, but he knew better than to question his boss.

[Reddogkeno101]

An Abandoned Garage somewhere in Gotham
The smell of oil and grease permeated the air as Rumble emptied the 3 barrels of oil into his suit and spread 4 cans worth of grease on his joints. This was his routine every 3 days, because otherwise death was inevitable. Testing his joints, making sure not to hit the roof, Rumble heard the garage door activate. It was an off-duty Gotham Police Officer coming to his garage.
"Put your hands up," He said.
"We both know that isn't happening." Rumble replied, as he switched to his piledrivers, ready to hit the ground.
"Stand down!" The officer shouted; but it was too late, Rumble had activated the piledrivers and pummled the ground, causing the officer to stumble and fall, and the earth and buildings around them to shake.
"Hahahaha" Rumbled laughed, as he moved towards the officer and changed back to his hands, picking up the officer and throwing him through the window of his car. Looking back to the garage, the tv had been turned on by the tremor; there were reports that a Joker-esque villain was in Gotham.
Rumble quickly realised that he wouldn't last long here, as the tremors would be reported to police and they'd be on the scene in minutes, so Rumble made his move and used his limited flight to fly to the ACE Chemicals plant, where he asumed this Joker-eque villain would reside.

[Shadowwell]

Dove, The Pit
Dove looked at Sickle, smirking slightly. "See? I told you. He's strong. He's durable. And he's ours." Sickle was silent. He couldn't understand how they could keep that thing in check. As if sensing this, Dove produced a small vile. "This will make sure he stays that way. It's a drug they made for him at Belle Reve. It's essentially a powerful tranquilizer that adapts faster than he can regenerate. This is how we keep him under control. Speaking of which..." Dove paused as she pressed a button on her phone, causing magnetic weights on Grundy's arms and legs, pinning him down. "It's time for him to take his medicine." Dove entered an elevator, and lowered herself down to the Pit. Sickle left, leaving just her and the beast.

Dove looked at the zombie. The beast was slowly coming out of the drugged world it was in, but she wasn't afraid. She knew the cuffs would hold him down, and besides, she just wanted to talk. After all, she had big plans for him. "Grundy? Can you understand me? My name is Dove. I want to help you." With that, she pushed a cart forward to Grundy. Being a zombie, he needed to eat living flesh, and before him was a squealing pig. "Eat up Grundy. Go on." She waited to see if he would except the peace offering. Otherwise, she'd have to drug him again.

Wren, LexCorp Building
Wren looked around, knowing the Mad Hatter was somewhere close. "Jervis, Mr. Cobblepot would like to meet with you." She looked around, her two bodyguards flanking her. "He's willing to negotiate with you on the terms of the deal at the Iceberg Lounge. If you'd please follow us..."

Pauly, Casino
Pauly, a security worker at the casino portion of the Iceberg Lounge, led the new girl to the dressing room. "Get yourself dressed. When you're ready, I'll get you to Mr. Cobblepot. Understand?" He didn't understand why he needed to escort everyone to his employer, but he knew better than to question his boss.

Grundy saw that inn front of him there was one of the few things he required living flesh. He rose using his massive strength to force himself up, He seized the pig and consumed it quickly, He looked at Dove and Spoke saying In a deep rumbling voice " Why .. I .. held here." he had recovered enough to speak simply for now, he would go with those that captured him until he was strong enough

Erebus
Erebus had been traversing the rooftops for a few minutes getting the lay of the Area when he saw lights flashing. He stopped recognizing it to be a crime scene, he advanced to get a closer look but paused when he saw someone watching the scene he was then joined moments later by someone who he supposed was Gotham's main Hero, Batman. Erebus paused and Wrapped the surrounding shadows and darkness around himself , helping him to blend in even more. He moved closer but still out of eyesight, he poured his powered into the shadows of the two men to hear what they were saying.

[Castle Crashers]

Elliot Warner

A light blue car pulled into a suburban neighborhood, the car nearly vibrating from the electronic music that was playing loudly from the inside. The driver was bobbing his head to the music, singing along whenever there were words. This boys name was Elliot Warner; Master hacker, hardcore dubstep fan, and a mediocre agent. However, Elliot was set on changing that status today by going on his first field assignment. He'd only been at his desk job for hardly a year, and he'd already grown tired of doing that all day. When he'd been offered training for field work, Elliot immediately jumped at the chance. So today, he was ecstatic to meet who he'd be working with, though he hoped to God that this partner wasn't much older than him. He wasn't sure how he could handle someone bossing him around like a father. But of course, he'd have to live with it if so.
Pulling up to what he'd been informed as the location of his partner, the place didn't seem like much more than a regular house. He looked at the directions again, to make sure he hadn't gotten something confused. This was most definitely the place it looked. With a sigh, Elliot turned off the engine of the car, and stepped out. He straightened his jacket and then his hair, and headed for the door. He rang the doorbell, and then knocked, hoping that he hadn't gotten any addresses mixed up.

[Sanabel]

Some old paranoia from long before must've hit. Upon the knock and ring, Zachary's eyes snap open. Instinctively, he gets up, drawing his m1911 from its shoulder holster and putting it behind his back, finger above the trigger guard. Walking over to a computer monitor hooked up to the front camera, he sees a kid. Strange. Gun still behind him, he slowly opens the door, putting on his 'dont give me any shit' face, with a neutral expression and steely gaze. Opening the door, he says, "Yeah, kid?"

[Asterdan]

Hyena

"Daddy will be so pleased when he sees what I've done!" a beast cackled, looking at his latest victim.

The man laying on the ground was a police lieutenant, and his face was currently frozen into a disturbing smile. Standing over him was a huge man, who's body was covered in brownish-gold fur, with green hair on his head and elbows. His face was reminiscent of the Clown Prince of Crime. The creature let out an evil laugh before bounding off, climbing the fire escapes to the rooftops. He could feel the return of his father, he just KNEW that the Joker was back!

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" he chanted loudly, laughing, "Your Hyena has a present for you!"

Archangel

"Archangel systems online." a woman said, "Initiate surveillance mode, begin Patrol Alpha 1."

A hanger door opened as a man was slowly raised out of the floor. Opening his eyes, he saw everything in red, which scanned everything around him.This was the Archangel, an android created by Cadmus and Wayne Tech to aid in fighting crime, or at least that's what they said he was for. Archangel looked around, his large, metallic wings extending to their maximum wingspan.

"Elias," a man said walking up to him, "It's time."

Archangel nodded, running towards the hanger door and jumping as he neared the end. His wings extended, and soon he was soaring through the skies of Gotham. Flashing lights caught his attention and he contacted HQ.

"It seems there has been a crime." he said, "I'm going to check it out."
"Roger that."

Elias smiled as he turned slightly, flying towards the crime scene. Once there, he noticed a man, Erebus, standing nearby. Archangel surveyed the area, watching as Batman arrived and the man disappeared. He looked around for the man, but shrugged it off. He walked up to Batman, not fearing the Dark Knight at all.

[The Silhouette of Adventure]

Royal Flush Gang
Galante Crime Family
Panessa Crime Family
Johnny Stitches - Intergang
Tobias Whale
And so on and so forth

The Panessa Crime Family had undoubtedly already found out that the Galante had been destroyed. The Panessa, while not one of the Five Families, were too big a threat to leave alive. With the Galante out of the way, the remaining four would need a new name to fill the last seat, and who else but the Bertinelli's puppet, the Panessa, could fit that bill? This cannot be allowed to come to pass. The Families must collapse if the plan is ever to come to fruition.

---

The Thanagarian blade slowly approached the neck of the criminal in front of the Shadow. "Where is the seat of the Panessa family?" His calm, controlled, and distorted voice made for a stark contrast to the rough, angry tone of the Bat. "My blade longs to taste blood. Whether it is yours or theirs is up to you."
The goon, backed against a wall and the last survivor of a group of four former Galante gang members, stuttered. "I-I don't know, I swear! I.. I heard that Tomasso Panessa, the patriarch, is at the Iceberg Lounge tonight! That's all I know!"
"Not good enough."
"Wait, n-!" The pleas of the criminal were cut off by the blade pressing into his neck.

"I have not yet reached the Penguin on the list. He will not die tonight." He spoke aloud, as if thinking. "However, the Panessa line must be ended."
To the Iceberg Lounge, then.
He phased through the ceiling, looking across the city at the bright lights of the Lounge.

[Asterdan]

Royal Flush Gang
Galante Crime Family
Panessa Crime Family
Johnny Stitches - Intergang
Tobias Whale
And so on and so forth

The Panessa Crime Family had undoubtedly already found out that the Galante had been destroyed. The Panessa, while not one of the Five Families, were too big a threat to leave alive. With the Galante out of the way, the remaining four would need a new name to fill the last seat, and who else but the Bertinelli's puppet, the Panessa, could fit that bill? This cannot be allowed to come to pass. The Families must collapse if the plan is ever to come to fruition.

---

The Thanagarian blade slowly approached the neck of the criminal in front of the Shadow. "Where is the seat of the Panessa family?" His calm, controlled, and distorted voice made for a stark contrast to the rough, angry tone of the Bat. "My blade longs to taste blood. Whether it is yours or theirs is up to you."
The goon, backed against a wall and the last survivor of a group of four former Galante gang members, stuttered. "I-I don't know, I swear! I.. I heard that Tomasso Panessa, the patriarch, is at the Iceberg Lounge tonight! That's all I know!"
"Not good enough."
"Wait, n-!" The pleas of the criminal were cut off by the blade pressing into his neck.

"I have not yet reached the Penguin on the list. He will not die tonight." He spoke aloud, as if thinking. "However, the Panessa line must be ended."
To the Iceberg Lounge, then.
He phased through the ceiling, looking across the city at the bright lights of the Lounge.

The Hyena's attention was dragged away by the sound of a man pleading for his life. He used his dexterity to quickly and quietly make his way to the scene, holding in a laugh as he watched one man sliced open the throat of another. Hyena watched carefully as the man phased through the ceiling, and was soon unable to control his laughter.

"This is BRILLIANT!" he said, laughing hysterically, "I have to see how this turns out!"

The Hyena looked around, using anything he could to aid his climb to the roof. It took a few minutes, but he soon saw the man. Stifling a chuckle, he followed him.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Headhunter (Jason Mint)

Ah... Gotham... A corrupt city of crime and villains, with few heroes to restore order. But, most importantly, a city of.... opportunity, Headhunter thought as he came up to the ledge of a building. In front of him was the home of his current target. Looks like your everyday home, perfect for a drug dealer on the run he thought as he checked his Armour systems. He then grabbed his C8A3 carbine rifle and walked towards the house. He made his way to the door, and took out some C4 and placed it on the door. He was going to come in with a bang. Headhunter knocked on the door and walked away. As soon as the door started to open, Headhunter detonated the C4, blasting the door open and sending the man behind it into the wall.

As he walked in, he saw the man who tried to open the door, blood was flowing from his gut and out of his mouth. He wasn't dead yet, so Headhunter fired a round into his head, ending his misery. Then he turned to the rest of the gang, which he took out easily. Then he came to the dealer. He fired into him, none of the shots fatal, but very painful. The dealer screamed in agony as Headhunter put his gun away. Headhunter then pulled out a kukri, a knife designed to decapitate, and put it against the dealer's neck. He slowly cut, he felt the crimson blood flow out as he sliced the jugular. Then he pulled it out and then made a quick slash. Headhunter smiled when the head hit the ground, and he picked it up.

"Mission accomplished." He said as he tied the head to his belt and walked out of the house.

Headhunter made his way back to his safe-house. When he arrived he put the new head on a table as he opened a laptop. He checked sent a message to his employer, stating that his job was done. He then checked for more contracts. One interested him, a contract to kill a certain rich fellow, a Mr. Bruce Wayne. The CEO of Wayne Enterprises would be protected, but the reward was worth it to Headhunter. The chance to obtain the head of the head of a major company, such an opportunity rarely came along. So, he accepted it and began to research his target.

[Castle Crashers]

Elliot Warner

Seeing the man in front of him was just what Elliot had feared. The man was indeed much older than himself, and not only that, but he looked like he was more of the grumpy grandfather type. Seeing him truly put a damper on the boys expectations. "Uhh, yeah...I'm your new partner. And if you've got no idea what I'm talking about, then I guess I really did get the wrong address and this is pretty awkward." Elliot said, trying to meet the mans hard gaze. He was reeeeeaaalllyyyyy not looking forward to working with this guy. But who knew; maybe his assumptions would be wrong?