Gotham: A New Generation (IC)

[Fronket]

Detective Maggie Sawyer
“The plan? We get into the Manor, scare the shit out of the old man, take a tour of the house, and keep our eyes peeled for leads.”

Maggie ran up to the front door, ringing the bell and using the giant knocker on the ebony door.

“Detectives Maggie Sawyer and Madison Clifford. GCPD. We heard that Mr. Wayne and you were contacts of Tim Drake, aka Robin. We just want to have a few words with you, and would also love to take a tour. May we come in?”

[Personal Freedom]

The Imposter Mad Hatter
Iceberg Longue

The streets were strangely empty as the Imposter Mad Hatter made his way to the Iceberg Lounge as if Gotham's citizens once again feared the night, which, judging by the events of the last few days, might have been reasonable. Without the Bat the city was eating itself alive, leaving a perfect opportunity for more organized forces to sweep up the mess. It was some of these plotters and connivers, men and woman of shadow and intrigue, that he sought to meet with in this sojourn tonight. As he arrived at the rather elegant building, he was surprised by the lack of very many vehicles once again. To be fair, it was rather late at night, the crowd probably was much more numerous at some other hour, or so he thought as he was unaware of the recent happenstance that had put the police in a frenzy and left the city mayorless. The Stanley, for all of the baffling improvements and functions, still lacked a radio.

Alright, so I am to walk in and explain that I would like to meet the management... after that, I am to discuss with the highest level operator present if the boss is not present. I am to remember courtesy, as this is an establishment of some class. If I see anyone else or if anyone approaches me, well then I guess it best that I feel them out, they could be assets later.

Assets needed to be arranged still. There was money to claim and contacts to reestablish. He had more or less done nothing of note after securing the warehouse beside his little joyride through the city. After parking the vehicle, he got out, taking out the cane he had acquired earlier, and then walking up to the door of the establishment.

[The Democratic Marxists]

Carrie Kelley

Steph looked down at the young girl. She couldn’t be more than 13 or 14.

“Doesn’t matter,” Steph replied, “it’s good you’re awake. Now I can take you home.” Steph paused. “I’ve seen videos of you. You’re amazing. Almost as skilled as I am. With time, you could have been a great hero, but you should stop doing this. You don’t want anymore trouble with law enforcement; I mean, you’ve been caught beating cops. They don’t care what kind of cops they were. The GCPD will find you, and possibly kill you. You can’t keep this up.”

Stephanie gave the frightened girl a smile.

“What’s your name, kiddo?” She saw the defensive expression of this Robin wannabe’s face, “Look, your secret identity is safe with me. You might as well tell me.” Just to prove that she could be trusted, Steph pulled off her domino mask, revealing her eyes and entire face to the girl.

“My name’s Stephanie Brown. I’m the new Robin, I’ve taken over from Tim Drake. He’s trying to keep a low profile, I’m sure you know why. Now, where do you want me to take you?”

“Well you’re a bright light!” Carrie said sarcastically, “I can tell you’re new on the job; no hero in their right mind would reveal their secret identity in this day and age!”

Carrie took a good look at Stephanie’s face. “You know, I live in a small apartment on the East End. My siblings are into crime; my single mother is a drinker. I have nobody back home, and I’m in the run from the cops. If you’re such a morally good hero, you’ll let me stay here at your dugout and let me train with you, as a Robin to your Robin. The cops would only find me out there. You’d be throwing me into the bonfire.”

Carrie gave the elder Girl Wonder a sly smile.

“Besides, you told me your secret identity like the genius that you are. You wouldn’t want me accidentally blabbing your name to somebody in the press or in law enforcement...”

[Lic]

Stephanie Brown

Carrie Kelley
“Well you’re a bright light!” Carrie said sarcastically, “I can tell you’re new on the job; no hero in their right mind would reveal their secret identity in this day and age!”

Carrie took a good look at Stephanie’s face. “You know, I live in a small apartment on the East End. My siblings are into crime; my single mother is a drinker. I have nobody back home, and I’m in the run from the cops. If you’re such a morally good hero, you’ll let me stay here at your dugout and let me train with you, as a Robin to your Robin. The cops would only find me out there. You’d be throwing me into the bonfire.”

Carrie gave the elder Girl Wonder a sly smile.

“Besides, you told me your secret identity like the genius that you are. You wouldn’t want me accidentally blabbing your name to somebody in the press or in law enforcement...”

That little punk! She was blackmailing The Robin! How dare she! Steph was about to retaliate but realized that she didn’t have a response. She had no choice but to take in this girl.

“Ok. I’ve seen you: you’re skilled. You can stay, as long as you don’t run that smart ass mouth as much as you are right now. Then I’ll have no hesitation in throwing you out. Right now you are basically in Mr. Bruce Wayne’s basement. He funds most high-profile vigilante stuff. So this is our base. I’ll show you to your room upstairs.” Steph ascended the stairs with the girl. “Now can you tell me your name?”

Alfred
The elderly butler hobbled over to the Entrance Hall to answer the loud knocking on the door. He heaved it open to find the two GCPD officers glaring at him.

Took them faster to catch on than I expected.

“Yes?” He nervously said to the detectives.

Detective Maggie Sawyer
“Detectives Maggie Sawyer and Madison Clifford. GCPD. We heard that Mr. Wayne and you were contacts of Tim Drake, aka Robin. We just want to have a few words with you, and would also love to take a tour. May we come in?”

“Certainly, certainly.” Alfred was used to covering for Bruce, but the last days had been really stressful for the poor butler and he was beginning to lose his way with words around the authorities.

“I did know that young man. Wonderful chap, it makes sense he would be Robin. I hope he hasn’t had too much of a run-in with the law?” Alfred brought the officers into the living room. “Can I bring you tea or something to nibble on?” That’s when Alfred felt a sickening feeling in his stomach. On the glass table lay Tim’s domino mask. And even worse, at that exact minute, Stephanie and some Robin-clad vigilante ascended from the secret entrance in the wall that led to the Batcave.

The game was up.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Monday Morning

"Take 3."

"What my thesis is trying to prove, is that it is rare for someone to be born evil. There is many factors that can cause a normal person to be evil. For The Terror, the villain was originally a normal person until he was disfigured and was drove to a murderous rage. Analyzing the original Terror, the remake Dread Castle, and the newest one, we can see the villain be portrayed as a man who was driven crazy for a variety of reasons. Concluding my essay, I believe that the concept of evil is focused on mostly an event in someone's life, such as one bad day to make them a villain." Antonie finished reading his essay to his class, where he smiled a little.

The class didn't take it lightly. Antonie got hit by some balls of rolled up paper from some students at the front rows, where someone managed to throw a pencil at his head. "Enough! Now, Mr. Antonie, your essay on The Terror and your dichotomy on good and evil was rather risque, especially basing your essay on a mass murderer. Now, where is the next student?" Antonie's teacher said, as another student went up to present their essay.

During lunch, Antonie walked to the classroom of the Movie Club, where he was the leader. Entering the classroom, where the teacher Douglass let him set up a video projector, so the club members can watch movies based on a topic they would discuss each week. Douglass adjusted his glasses and made sure the projection screen was down for Antonie. Derek walked in the room, wearing a Misfits shirt, jacket, some black lipstick and even some spike bracelets. "World is gonna down the drain. I'm surprised this city is still standing." Derek spoke in a British accent. "Well, someone has to make sure it still standing." Antonie said, as Paul opened the door, peeking his head in, letting his blond hair be in view. "I need to skip Movie Club today. I have piano practice at the Music Club, if anyone doesn't mind." Paul said, before Antonie rolled his eyes.

"Hang on, you hear the news? Palmer is planning on being at the Movie Club." Derek said, which surprised Antonie.
"Palmer? But he's a chick magnet! He's practically one of those glamorized child TV stars. What does he want to do here?" Antonie said, where Palmer opened the door to the classroom. "Somebody called for me?" "Aw crap.." Antonie put his hand over his face, knowing it was going to a bit of a pain to explain the club rules to Palmer. Kristoffer entered the class, looking over his comic books, where he seemed to be frowning. "I can't believe Batman would just...kill the mayor." Kristoffer said to Antonie, where he tried to comfort him.

"Start the movie, already. I having a bit of a bad day." Abigail entered the room, where she said to Antonie, before she stood at the end of the row. "I think this is my chance to get an emo girlfriend for once." Derek whispered to Antonie. "You already have an emo girlfriend. Abigail is just trying to handle her break-up." Antonie whispered back to Derek, where he wasn't concerned at Abigail, as he was busy attempting to set up a noir film to discuss. Marta entered the classroom, trying to hide a packet of cigarettes under her jacket. "You show up?" Derek said to Marta, as she knew he saw the pack. Derek's girlfriend Marina entered the classroom, looking for Derek as he led him to the back of the classroom to discuss a personal issue.

Clover entered the classroom, dressed in all the mildly expensive clothing, even though she is clearly upper-class to own a mansion. As her name suggests, she relies on clover-related stuff to keep her happy and not send her in a superstitious paranoia trip. And of course, she wore green-colored clothing and some jeweled rings made out of paste. "Antonie? Does Lizzie still know about Ruth returning to school?" Clover said, where Antonie nearly dropped the film when he heard that. "Ruth? I thought she... I mean she did survive the crash, but she returned to school today?" Antonie asked Clover to confirm what she said was true.

Ruth was one of the head leaders of a clique within the school, where while she was a member of the Movie Club, she was known to be manipulative and in other words known to break some hearts. However, a couple of weeks ago, Ruth and a guy she met were involved with a car crash that wrecked her face badly. It was just now that he was receiving this information. He didn't hear any gossip about her during the first 4 classes, so Antonie assumed she arrived to school late. The door started to open, where Antonie thought it was Ruth, until he realized it was Lizzie, his friend who helped him with the club. Ok, "friend" is a safe word of explaining that he had feelings towards her, but he didn't ask her. He did admit he thought she was perfect in every way. Lizzie had brown hair where a loose strand of hair always hanged in front of her in front of her reading glasses. Wearing a pink and purple striped sweater with some jeans and sneakers, she sat down to get a book from her bag.

Antonie was about to ask her, if she knew about Ruth, until the speak of the devil happened. Ruth opened the classroom door, where everyone stopped talking to see her. Antonie thought she looked like that girl from the movie Eyes Without a Face or Tom Cruise from Vanilla Sky, as she had the same mask almost. Ruth stood at the back of the class, where she seemed to wait for the movie to start. Antonie didn't seem to want to talk about the accident, or...well what happened to her.

After lunch ended, Marina was explaining to Derek about some random gossip related to illegal animal testing in Gotham. However, Antonie seemed interested. "Illegal animal testing? Isn't there worst crimes than that?" Antonie asked. "What is it, Antonie? You're going to make me late for Math."
"Well, I heard what you said and I was a bit interested."
"Ughh. It's nothing. Well, a make-up factory opened up in Gotham and people on the web are going PETA at them. There was some proof, but the company sorta buried it."
"You want me to find proof? I mean, I think I can help you."
"I don't recommend it, but I'm sure they will just arrest you, if you trespass."
"I'm still interested. What's this place called?"
"Yermo Cosmetics."

[United States of Brainy]

Basil Powers

He looked to the orphanage, which was still very much on fire. “It looks like you need a place to stay.” Caleb removed a key from a little compartment in the suit. “You can have my apartment, it’s not like I’ll be able to go back there for a while. I left my wallet, so you won’t have to worry about starving, plus there’s already food there. Invite as many of your friends as you want, I don’t really care. Just don’t go snooping around.” He gave her the address.

Her eyes grew huge and then they started welling with tears. “Y-you…you’d do that for…me?” She wrapped herself around his huge armored body and hugged him! “THANKS, MISTER!” Honestly, it was the best thing that anyone had done for her since her parents had died. The armor dude hadn’t realized it but he had just made a friend for life. “I won’t forget this,” she told him solemnly. “I mean that. My name’s Basil by the way. Basil Powers,” she hurriedly added as her savior rocketed off. She ran off to find Joey. Golly, wait until he hears about this!



Batgirl

She meant to say something to Batgirl but spotted Whitesnake behind her. Catgirl was up to date on the news and smiled with amusement, “I didn’t know you associated with those vigilantes. Batman killing the mayor really messed you up that bad?” Kitrina paced across the roof, leaving enough room for Batgirl to catch her if she tried, though she’d have to chase her a bit. The girl stopped and looked back. “I will be keeping these, though. Think of them as souvenirs.” She held up her communicator and a batarang, the metal glinting in the moonlight. “See you later, Batgirl!”

Wait…Batman killed the mayor?! When did this happen?! She was so flabbergasted that she didn’t even notice that the little klepto had been pilfering through her utility belt. Babs reached for her phone (at least that was still there!) and frantically checked the news. The vicious slaying of Mayor Daley was streaming everywhere, 50 million hits on Youtube and counting. No…no way could Bruce have done this…

And the news only got worse from there. The new acting mayor had declared a state of emergency and now they were all criminals, the target of every vengeful cop and trigger-happy soldier on the streets. Not to mention that her dad had been replaced by that crooked slob Harvey Bullock! This was bad, about as bad as it gets. Quickly, she tried reaching Tim, no answer. His transponder indicated he was back at the cave. She needed to get back there, find out what happened with Bane. But she was still a little wobbly, didn’t trust herself to drive. “Hey Catgirl!” she yelled as she threw the girl the keys to her bike. “Ever been to the Batcave before?”

The comm in the sneak thief’s hand gave her an idea. They were going to need all the help they could get. Babs tried raising Deputy on her cowl channel. “Hey, Dee! This is Batgirl! I’m activating the homing device on the communicator I gave you. I’m calling all-hands here, so if you’re not tied up or anything, follow the signal, it’ll take you straight to the Batcave!” She hadn’t forgotten the armor-clad vigilante either. “I saw what you did for the kid down there,” she smiled at him. “That makes you aces in my book. So, ya coming? I’m assuming that you got enough gas in those jetboots of yours...”

[United States of Brainy]

The Iceberg Lounge

The Iceberg Lounge stood forlornly as the man in the tall hat with the strange car approached. The broken doors banged against one another in the stiff, ember-filled winds created by the conflagration raging across town. The chains securing the doors lay in a heap amidst the rubble on the ground.

Inside, a dismal loneliness pervaded. The sounds of music and mirth replaced by the buzzing of flies. Black clouds of them over the rotting corpse of Jake the bartender. Bleeding out at his usual station behind the bar. Except now, instead of serving drinks, he was serving worm food.

But, buried in the trash and the ruins, something gleamed. Beckoning to be found. It was a gold coin. Not real gold but something better. A token. A relic of a bygone era. The stuff dreams are made of. Forged into its face, as if by the hammer of the gods themselves, two simple words- PENNY ARCADE.

[Whalestron]

Detective Madison Clifford

Madison followed Maggie, smiling warmly at Alfred as he invited the two in. “According to everyone we’ve interviewed before you, it seems Tim's incredibly smart.” Out of habit, Madison surveyed the room, looking around at all of the regal decor and- Robin's mask. She guessed she wouldn’t have to alert Maggie to the present evidence. She was about to speak up, distract Alfred from what she knew he was worried about, only to hear something on the other side of the room.

There, coming from a hidden panel in the wall, were two girls in Robin costumes. “Looks like we were right,” she murmured. Madison immediately lay her hand on her pistol, not drawing it yet. She got an idea. “Oh, cute!” She said in a girly voice, she beamed at the two girls. “Love the costumes! Did you make them yourselves?” She asked. She hoped Maggie would follow in the act.

At that moment, a border collie came barking into the room. He bounded over to Carrie, leaping up at her playfully.


Layla Cromley, AKA Deputy

Of all the nights there could be a gala, it had to be tonight. Layla was wearing an elegant dress, a flower decorated purse on her side. She took a sip of the sparkling grape juice her father insist she drink. Ugh.

The old rat himself went up on stage, clinking a glass. Only he would be able to afford something like this, all the graft he got from the political manipulation. He spoke into a microphone once the music and chatter died down. “Before I start my spiel, I'd like to thank my friends at Orwell Industries for making this event possible. Unfortunately, Mr. Orwell couldn’t make it this evening.”

He let the information sink in before continuing. “But he told me to instruct everyone to enjoy themselves! The auction will begin at 9:00, more than enough time for everyone to finish I hope.” With that, everyone began eating. The chatter continued, and the music started up again. Layla had to conceal a smile by taking a drink. She had no regrets for scaring Arthur like she did, the old bastard deserved it.

Her father sat down next to Layla, smiling at her. “We never get to spend time together. Ever since your mother died, it’s been-“ Layla cut him off. “Difficult. You’ve been busy. I know.” Whether it was to dodge his lazy excuses or spare herself the pain of remembering, Layla did it. Her father looked at her sadly for a moment before beginning to eat the food. “It’s those sliders you like.” He informed her, nodding to the entree of mini burgers sitting in front of her.

Layla gave him a weak smile. He didn’t know she knew all about his secrets. She was about to speak when something in her purse buzzed and made a beeping noise. Luckily, Layla didn’t pull out the bat-communicator, instead she looked at it. Her eyes grew wide. The thing had been silent since Batgirl last contacted Layla. Why was it ringing now?

She excused herself and left for the bathroom, listening to the transmission. Once it had finished, Layla smiled to herself. Any reason to bail on this joint. Luckily, she kept her bike and suit nearby. Layla left through a side entrance where the vehicle was parked. She suited up quickly, climbing on. She didn’t even hesitate to leave before taking off at full speed towards the Batcave.

Catgirl

Kitrina smiled at Batgirl, mischievously. She caught the keys easily, looking it over. “Well I don’t exactly have anything better to do. I’d love to see where Batman lives.” She said boredly, though it was probably clear by the look in her eyes she was excited. The cat climbed nimbly down the side of the building, mounting the bike and waiting for Batgirl before driving it to the Batcave.

[Fronket]

Detective Maggie Sawyer
Maggie took the cue from Madison, playing it coy with the two Robin costume wearing girls. “Yeah, those are great cosplay suits. Didn’t know it was Gotham Comic Con right now.” Placing one hand on her handcuffs and the other on her holster, Maggie peered over the shoulder of the taller girl to see the gaping hole in the wall. A secret entrance.

“Say, that’s a cool room you came from. I’m sure Mr. Wayne has tons of cool stuff down in his secret basement! Can we take a look around?” Maggie calmly drew her pistol and pointed it at the girls, indicating that neither really had a choice in the matter.

[Lic]

Robin
Steph thought quickly for once in her life. In a flash, she shoved Carrie and kicked Cooper through the hole in the wall leading to the Batcave, and jabbed her finger at the small button inside the wall that led to the secret entrance concealing itself. The cops would have to have fun finding a way to get in, unless they found the secret entrance outside. But for now, Carrie would be safe in there.

Steph then sprinted through the hallway, sliding on the sleek floors up until the door leading to the fields outside. She tried to push it open when she realized that this was the door that always remained locked. Only Alfred had the key.

She turned around and saw the cops closing in. She was cornered. Steph grudgingly put her hands in the air.

She sincerely hoped they didn’t find Tim upstairs.

Tim Drake
Tim had heard the commotion downstairs. The cops? They were here. All because of him. Unfortunately, Tim couldn’t hold in a particularly loud sneeze. He hoped the cops didn’t have such sharp ears.

[United States of Brainy]

Deathtrap

Lydia wasn’t expecting a medal, she had already been well-compensated, but a congratulatory call would have been nice. Really, was that too much to ask for? Her trap had worked magnificently, Bane couldn’t have been anything but happy. Yet, here she was with Slasher-Face, cooling her heels. Waiting to hear whether muscle-roid had another job for them or not. He had given her a communicator so it wasn’t like he couldn’t reach them. Seriously, what was up with this dude?!

It wasn’t all that bad though. The usual post-kill high was kicking in, adding to the buzz from her anxiety meds, so she was feeling goooood… The splattered corpse of Mayor Daley and the bats had her aroused. And damn if Hush didn’t look fine in that Batman costume of his! It wasn’t that rubber armor with the faux body sculpting that she hated. It was that classic grey cotton/lycra with the tight blue briefs and cape. Old-school. And the way the clingy fabric outlined the guy’s rock-solid abs, oh yeah!

“So…ya wanna do it?” she asked, getting straight to the point. “Oh, I have an idea! How’s about you pretend to be Bats and I pretend to capture you? And then you can tell me how I’ll nevvver get away with it.” Even through the electronic filter of her helmet, her giddiness couldn’t be contained. “And keep the cowl on, ‘kay? That face of yours….yeahhhh.” But that body of his, no complaints there! She gave those luscious abs of his a playful swat before scampering off. Returning seconds later, laden with coiled piles of rope which she threw at his feet. “So…we doing this or what?” she teased, picking up a length of rope and snapping it taut.

[United States of Brainy]

Batgirl

They arrived back at the Batcave in the middle of the night. The huge cavern was still and quiet. She found them, all four of them, Alfred, Tim, Steph and Cooper, inside the med bay. Exhausted and asleep. Alfred on a cot, Cooper on the floor, Steph in a chair and Tim… “Oh my god, Tim, what happened to you?!” The boy’s arm and leg had been broken, no not broken, nearly shattered! Babs rushed to his side. The guilt started rushing back. She had failed Damian and now Tim was lying here, seriously injured, all because she hadn’t been there to back him up.

Utterly defeated, she walked back out to her newly assembled team of heroes. “Welcome to the Batcave,” she told them dejectedly. Having just revealed Bruce’s most guarded secret, Babs figured that they might as well know it all. She led them to the secret entrance to Wayne Manor. “There are bedrooms upstairs. Take your pick. Kitchen’s down the hall.” Too tired to say anything more, she walked up the polished oak staircase to find herself a room. She would wait until the morning and then they would talk…

[Personal Freedom]

The Iceberg Lounge

The Iceberg Lounge stood forlornly as the man in the tall hat with the strange car approached. The broken doors banged against one another in the stiff, ember-filled winds created by the conflagration raging across town. The chains securing the doors lay in a heap amidst the rubble on the ground.

Inside, a dismal loneliness pervaded. The sounds of music and mirth replaced by the buzzing of flies. Black clouds of them over the rotting corpse of Jake the bartender. Bleeding out at his usual station behind the bar. Except now, instead of serving drinks, he was serving worm food.

But, buried in the trash and the ruins, something gleamed. Beckoning to be found. It was a gold coin. Not real gold but something better. A token. A relic of a bygone era. The stuff dreams are made of. Forged into its face, as if by the hammer of the gods themselves, two simple words- PENNY ARCADE.

The Imposter Mad Hatter

"Well this wasn't what I had I mind," stated the man as he walked through the door into the club. It was not until he was right on the door that he realized how derelict the place was. The door wasn't even locked. Inside the building was much worse as the whole of what was once the buzzing nightclub had been reduced to rubbish. The Imposter cursed under his breath, he should have suspected something was up when the neon wasn't lit. There was blood across on the bar counter and the smell of death hung in the air. Perplexed the imposter Hatter decided to approach, then scowed as he saw the identifiable form of a human body, covered in shimmering black flies as they scooped up meat.

Looks like happy hour is over. What a bold move, attacking the Penguin here! Whoever did this is someone who I'll need to make acquaintance with for sure!

Having no idea what transpired here, and rather dejected at the fact that there was no one here. The man turned to leave when he saw something glittering not far from the counter. Shining like gold, it was a coin--no not a coin---a token with the word Penny Arcade.

Interesting. I'll need to do some research on this. It seems too random to assume it has no connection to this...

[Whalestron]

Detective Madison Clifford

Madison heard the loud sneeze from upstairs, looking over to the staircase. She looked back at Maggie, nodding to her. “I’m gonna go check it out, take care of them.” She said. Madison gave Alfred a look of sympathy for a moment before she went upstairs, pistol in hand. Tentatively, she made her way up the steps, making sure she wasn’t making much noise as she went.

The detective crept upstairs until she came upon a door that was ajar, which she slowly opened. Madison stepped in to see a bedridden Tim, broken and useless. She kept her gun at the ready but didn’t aim it at the boy. He was unarmed, and he couldn’t have been the bad guy, no matter what people said. Could he?

Madison looked at Tim with an indifferent expression. “Hey, Tim.” She greeted. “How’s it going?”

[Haedros 92712]

[quote="Whalestron";p="34403381"][b]Detective Madison Clifford[/b]

Madison heard the loud sneeze from upstairs, looking over to the staircase. She looked back at Maggie, nodding to her. “I’m gonna go check it out, take care of them.” She said. Madison gave Alfred a look of sympathy for a moment before she went upstairs, pistol in hand. Tentatively, she made her way up the steps, making sure she wasn’t making much noise as she went.

The detective crept upstairs until she came upon a door that was ajar, which she slowly opened. Madison stepped in to see a bedridden Tim, broken and useless. She kept her gun at the ready but didn’t aim it at the boy. He was unarmed, and he couldn’t have been the bad guy, no matter what people said. Could he?

Madison looked at Tim with an indifferent expression. “Hey, Tim.” She greeted. “How’s it going?”[/quote]

[b][size=150][color=#FF0000]Bane[/color][/size][/b]
Madison would feel a hand clap down on her shoulder, a great heavy hand that was the size of a dinner plate. [color=#FF0000]“I’m sure the boy is doing quite well, however, we mustn’t disturb him while he’s resting. After all, sleep helps the body heal. Don’t you agree miss Clifford?[/color]

[Main Nation Ministry]

Monday Afternoon

"Take 4."

"The police isn't going to do anything! The people themselves can't do anything! These so-called superheroes will just make sure things for all of us! Batman, the one who is supposed to be protecting us from harm is now the enemy he was trying to protect us from! There are freaks running amok, causing havoc and the police don't do jack! Then, we got these so-called vigilantes killing the innocent! We need to call the army! The air force! The President of the United States! Someone who knows how to fix the world here!" Antonie's father was making a rant that he was planning on uploading onto Youtube. Antonie could hear him, as he opened the front door slowly to not alert his father. As he crept upstairs, he went to his room and checked under the bed.

For years, being a fan of his favorite actor, Antonie had been trying to recreate the classic movie villain of the Terror itself. Antonie observed the costume in front of his eyes. One of his father's suit and tie, a purple cape, gloves, hat, and even some black dress shoes. Antonie went to the bathroom to change, where he looked at himself in the mirror. He started posing to observe, if he was anything like his idol. Antonie looked at himself in the mirror for a bit, but started to frown. While he was what he pictured himself to be, he simply looked like a fanboy. Antonie walked over to his window, observing the afternoon suburbs around him. Antonie opened the window, planning on jumping out to land on the grass bottom, but he had a question that formed in his mind.

While he was told about the location of the factory, he didn't want to go alone. Of course, he was going to head there in the middle of the night, where all the police were going to be asleep. Well, technically they didn't go to sleep, but criminals do like to linger. He started to ponder a bit. Should he go alone or... Actually, Antonie got an idea. He got out his cell phone to call Lizzie. When he phoned for her, he waited until she picked up.

"Hello?"
"Lizzie, is that you? Listen, I need you to come over to my house. Marina and Derek told me about some illegal stuff happening and-"
"Wait, what do you want me to do?" Lizzie said in a tone which Antonie found to be cute.
"Well, I need you to come with me, because if I go alone, I might robbed." Antonie said, trying to get her interested.
"I doing something important at my house, helping someone. However, I can tell you where I live, if you really to hang out a bit, before we leave."
"I never really been at your house, before. I mean...Alright, sounds reasonable. Hang on, let me make sure that my Dad doesn't catch me pass dusk." Antonie said, where he proceeded to have his pillows under the bed cover, as an attempt to find an outline of a person.

Hopping out the window and landing on the grass, Antonie started to ride his bike he left near the porch, as he pedaled from the house, as the sun was starting to set.

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"Cut!" Director David Brown yelled, so the cameras could stop rolling. David Brown looked at the actors in front of him, as he checked the script. No. No, it didn't work. Not thrilling. Too boring. Too forced. Too dull. David Brown, without warning, suddenly walked off the set and went to his private tent to take a break. As he sat in his own isolated echo chamber, he examined the script and started to scribble on it, hating the filth he was given. They are puppets. Puppets to be controlled. Brown started to breathe heavily, until he looked up towards one of the sides of the tent to see..

Cameras. Cameras that were filming him. Several film staff had a microphone near his head, a faceless director sat in his seat, and someone was adjusting the lighting. All of this was to fit the scene. He needed to show them. He will show them all. This isn't what he wanted to create. He will show them.

Outside the private tent, one of the actresses was wondering what the hell David was doing, since his behavior has been rather erratic and isolated. Walking back to the set, she noticed Chuck Trent practicing his mannerisms for the villain of the movie. "How much budget do you think this movie is going to have? I thought we were working with 10 million, but now it's starting to end up at 15 million. Does anyone even know what David is using the budget on?" "Sweetie, I just came for the paychecks. I been in the star of low-budget indie stuff, before I starred in Trees in the Ocean."

"How was David Brown directing Trees in the Ocean?"
"He was a good director, so I don't understand why he suddenly flipped. Maybe it's because of what happened when he was at Louisiana."
"What happened in Louisiana?"
"I don't know. He was filming a new movie with one of the studios there, then something happened. I have no idea what happened, but I guessing it was the typical scandals you find on TMZ."

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Antonie arrived at Lizzie's house, where he had to admit, it was weird for people to see him as some random cosplayer or kid in a Halloween costume riding a bike through the suburban streets. Lizzie's house looked like a standard house, expect the paint job was starting to fade away. A bit of an old house, but he didn't mind. He rang the door bell, where after he heard footsteps on the other side. When the door opened, Lizzie was adjusting his glasses and getting the strand of hair away from her eyes. She seemed practically surprised to see him in his costume.

"Antonie? Is that you?"
"As the Terror itself-" Antonie was about to shout, until he realized that Lizzie was with someone. Maybe her parents? Maybe a- No, can't be. "As the Terror itself." Antonie said in a quiet tone. "I want to be a superhero. So I figured.." "You want to be a superhero based on a movie villain?" Lizzie asked, where she was still bewildered at the sight. "I mean, it could have happened before. Besides, I feel like since the police isn't doing anything I can make sure no one in school is paranoid." Antonie said, as an excuse to be the Terror. "Hang on, you want to come in? I can let you borrow a camera, if you're trying to find evidence." Lizzie said, as she let Antonie inside.

Antonie looked at the entry hall of the house to see a chairlift at the main stairs, leading all the way upstairs. Antonie looked at some photos on the wall to see a young Lizzie with her parents. Antonie started to notice that he never met Lizzie's parents, if they were in the house. Lizzie could be a latch-key person for all that Antonie knew. When he followed Lizzie upstairs, he heard her talking to someone through one of the bedroom doors, yet he assumed that it was either her parents or some one staying in the house with her. After entering Lizzie's bedroom, where the once pink walls were made light pink and white, Lizzie dug into her drawer to look for a camera to use, where she got herself a black Nikon camera. That was when Lizzie took a look at Antonie's costume, where she started to blush.

"A bit jealous? You know I sorta used some of my dad's clothing to make it."
"I actually like your costume, but part of me wants to wear it." Lizzie said, as she showed signs of being curious.
"Well, I made sure it fit me, plus you're too short and thin to wear it. It was be too loose."
"I know this sounds weird, but part of me wants to be a sidekick of some sort. I do have some clothing, but since it might be just one time, I can try to find an outfit that suits me." Lizzie said, where she was checking some more drawers.

Antonie waited downstairs for her to get ready, where he assumed she would just wear something standard, until she walked downstairs in full view of Antonie. While still wearing her sneakers, she chose to wear some black jeans and wore a shirt with visible skulls on the front. While she was wearing her glasses, she happened to have a purple scarf and jacket to fit the color scheme of the Terror. "A bit too edgy, isn't it?" Lizzie admits to saying to Antonie, as she let him examine her outfit. "Well, you got the camera?" Antonie said, where Lizzie showed it to him. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but you really want to be my sidekick. I mean, I could do this by myself, but seeing how there is a Robin with- You get the idea." Antonie said.

"Well, I figured I want to try something new. I'm doing this, because I want to try something new. I actually starting to like the "fight crime" idea. I have so much going on in my life where part of me wants to do something to make a real change." Lizzie said to Antonie. "Well, it isn't really fighting crime. It just the two of us doing a side job for a bunch of animal rights activists. But do you really want to do this?"
"It already looks fun! Why not?" Lizzie said, eager to go out into the night as the Terror and his sidekick, well technically he didn't have a sidekick in the movie, but Antonie let Lizzie nickname herself, The Fright.

[Whalestron]

[q

Bane
Madison would feel a hand clap down on her shoulder, a great heavy hand that was the size of a dinner plate. “I’m sure the boy is doing quite well, however, we mustn’t disturb him while he’s resting. After all, sleep helps the body heal. Don’t you agree miss Clifford?

Madison nearly buckled from Bane's sudden weight dropping onto her shoulder. She moved away, standing at the side of Tim's bed. This time, Madison leveled her gun with Bane's head- or where it should have been. “Who are you?” She demanded in the calmest voice she could muster. “D-don’t take another step!” She was scared. For the first time in a while, Madison felt genuine fear. The voice was familiar, and it sent shivers through the detective.

[Vevengess Ary]

Hush

Deathtrap
It wasn’t all that bad though. The usual post-kill high was kicking in, adding to the buzz from her anxiety meds, so she was feeling goooood… The splattered corpse of Mayor Daley and the bats had her aroused. And damn if Hush didn’t look fine in that Batman costume of his! It wasn’t that rubber armor with the faux body sculpting that she hated. It was that classic grey cotton/lycra with the tight blue briefs and cape. Old-school. And the way the clingy fabric outlined the guy’s rock-solid abs, oh yeah!

“So…ya wanna do it?” she asked, getting straight to the point. “Oh, I have an idea! How’s about you pretend to be Bats and I pretend to capture you? And then you can tell me how I’ll nevvver get away with it.” Even through the electronic filter of her helmet, her giddiness couldn’t be contained. “And keep the cowl on, ‘kay? That face of yours….yeahhhh.” But that body of his, no complaints there! She gave those luscious abs of his a playful swat before scampering off. Returning seconds later, laden with coiled piles of rope which she threw at his feet. “So…we doing this or what?” she teased, picking up a length of rope and snapping it taut.

On a regular day, the great Hush would have dismissed the erratic behavior of this impudent pervert; however, the gruesome murder of the mayor had Hush feeling unusually...excited. Besides, he deserved some pleasure time — he’d done the job for Mr. Bane flawlessly, with the help of his partner in crime. And Lydia didn’t have the worst-looking physique either...

“Take it away, you murderous scum!” Hush said in his gravelly Batman voice, giving the dark-haired lady a cheeky wink.

“Pleasure in the job...puts perfection in the work!” Hush spouted one of his favorite Aristotle quotes while in the role playing act.

[Lic]

Tim Drake
Tim tried to warn the cop next to his bed of how dangerous Bane was by pulling her arm back, motioning for her to climb out the window and run away. Unfortunately, Bane had a firm grasp on her shoulder, so there was no stopping him now. To no avail, Tim threw a few batarangs at the hunk. He sincerely hoped it would distract Bane long enough for backup to come upstairs. Just to ensure that the others heard him, Tim started yelling loudly. He was banking on Alfred or Babs or the other cops downstairs to hear his shouts.

[Haedros 92712]

Tim Drake
Tim tried to warn the cop next to his bed of how dangerous Bane was by pulling her arm back, motioning for her to climb out the window and run away. Unfortunately, Bane had a firm grasp on her shoulder, so there was no stopping him now. To no avail, Tim threw a few batarangs at the hunk. He sincerely hoped it would distract Bane long enough for backup to come upstairs. Just to ensure that the others heard him, Tim started yelling loudly. He was banking on Alfred or Babs or the other cops downstairs to hear his shouts.

Bane walked forward, heading towards the broken bird. “Its about time that I finished the job with you Timothy. However, for now, I’ll simply silence you.” Bane grabbed Robin by the face and slammed his head into a wall, knocking him out cold. “As for you, Ms. Madison Clifford, I cannot let you leave, as I cannot have you alerting the Gotham Police of my presence here.”

[Whalestron]

Detective Madison Clifford

Everything finally clicked for Madison. “You’re Bane,” she said aloud. He was the one who almost killed Tim, and he... he intended to kill her, too! Madison quickly raised her gun, taking aim and firing at Bane's face. She hoped he wasn’t impervious to bullets. She turned around quickly, fumbling to lift the window. She managed to get it open and began climbing outside of it. Madison, unfortunately, couldn’t find a ledge. She fell, dangling from the second floor window by her hands.

[Haedros 92712]

Detective Madison Clifford

Everything finally clicked for Madison. “You’re Bane,” she said aloud. He was the one who almost killed Tim, and he... he intended to kill her, too! Madison quickly raised her gun, taking aim and firing at Bane's face. She hoped he wasn’t impervious to bullets. She turned around quickly, fumbling to lift the window. She managed to get it open and began climbing outside of it. Madison, unfortunately, couldn’t find a ledge. She fell, dangling from the second floor window by her hands.

Bane walked to the window, and grabbed the woman by the wrist, lifting her up. He pulled her back in. The man had taken seemingly no damage from the bullet, though there was a hole broken into the lens of his mask. Behind the broken lens was an eye, an inhuman eye. It was dilated to the least possible amount, thin as razor blades. The eye was colored a strange pulsing red and black. “I’m afraid that you won’t be escaping any time soon. I don’t wish to kill you, but I’m afraid... certain precautions have to be taken here.” Bane threw Madison out the window. He then turned to Tim, and hen to the door. He walked out, prepared to find the new robin that had taken the young mans place.

[Fronket]

Detective Maggie Sawyer
Maggie heard the screams from upstairs. She left the butler and Robin handcuffed to the stairwell rod, and the detective rushed up the stairs to find out about the source of the racket. That’s when she crashed into the muscly chest of masked man heading downstairs.

She craned her neck upwards, staring into the bulky man’s eyes. He couldn’t be just another manservant in the Wayne Estate; he had some fluorescent liquid flowing into his arms! Had to be another one of those damn vigilantes here to make trouble. He even smelled of blood. Maggie coolly stuck her gun to his head.

“GCPD. State your intentions and come with me sir, hands behind your head.”

[Whalestron]

The man, Bane, hadn’t been injured by Madison in the slightest, the only sign of her resistance being the broken lens of his mask. She was jarred by the eye, staring into the freakish colors. “Wait, wait- no!” Madison screamed before Bane threw her out the window. She felt weightless as she tumbled through the air. But Madison, determined to live, decided today wasn’t a good day to die. The girl oriented herself so that she would be falling into a comfortable roll, if she made contact with the ground correctly.

Madison clenched her eyes and teeth shut as the ground grew closer and closer until she landed, dropping into a roll. She managed to avoid breaking her neck or back, but instead twisted her ankle. The detective lay sprawled on the ground, her hair falling out around her as if drawn away by some otherworldly force. She wouldn’t be of much help for now.

[Haedros 92712]

Detective Maggie Sawyer
Maggie heard the screams from upstairs. She left the butler and Robin handcuffed to the stairwell rod, and the detective rushed up the stairs to find out about the source of the racket. That’s when she crashed into the muscly chest of masked man heading downstairs.

She craned her neck upwards, staring into the bulky man’s eyes. He couldn’t be just another manservant in the Wayne Estate; he had some fluorescent liquid flowing into his arms! Had to be another one of those damn vigilantes here to make trouble. He even smelled of blood. Maggie coolly stuck her gun to his head.

“GCPD. State your intentions and come with me sir, hands behind your head.”

“I won’t be going with you, I’m afraid. I have urgent business with the residents of this home.” He reached up and grabbed the barrel of the gun. He tightened his grip on the barrel. “Now, I’m going to request you leave. I will handle these vigilantes on my own. Let the GCPD rest on their laurels, after all you have discovered the identity of the Batman.”