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by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 8:01 am
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 11:06 am
by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 11:20 am
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 12:05 pm
Whalestron wrote:Layla Cromley
Well versed in the art of treachery, she knew full well how these creeps planned to do things. Layla gestured to the girl with the baton. “Let her go, I give you the flash drive.” It was a little dangerous, playing it the way she was. For a precaution, she added with a theatrical tone, “my father will have you all arrested and put away forever for this!”
by Lic » Sun Aug 12, 2018 12:13 pm
by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 12:32 pm
by Farilexasm » Sun Aug 12, 2018 12:33 pm
by Lic » Sun Aug 12, 2018 12:42 pm
Farilexasm wrote:Red Hood/Jason Todd
Bang! Jason had been having a small chat with a banker friend of his when a small armed group of thieves shot through the front door, intending to rob the bank. It was their lucky day: they were robbing The Red Hood’s bank. They were definitely the new kids in town.
“Everybody freeze, don’t move a muscle!” One of the robber pipsqueaks yelled; he walked over to the front desk, demanding to get access to the vaults. He threateningly raised his gun. Of course, Jason was way faster with a weapon than any of these morons. In a flash, Jason put his hand to his holster and pulled out his ridiculously long 28 mm revolver, aiming it at the leader and shooting his brains out. The four other goons turned on Jason, but he’d shot them all dead before they knew it.
“Well, I must be going, Mr. Reynolds,” Jason said to his banker boy. He turned to the janitor cowering in the corner. Jason tossed a 50 buck tip at the kid. “Clean it up for me, will ya?” Jason then left through the revolving doors of the bank as if nothing ever happened.
That’s when the iPhone X in his pocket started buzzing. Jason pulled it out. It was a No Caller ID number. He normally wouldn’t attend to such a thing, but he couldn’t help his curiosity. Who knew his number?
“Yes? Red Hood speaking. Congratulations, you’ve found my contact.”
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 12:58 pm
Whalestron wrote:Layla Cromley
Once the girl landed, she looked at the other thugs. “Is that the best you got?” She panted. While she knew this was not the best they could do, taunting them would hopefully make them frustrated enough to make some kind of mistake. That, and it made Layla feel the slightest bit more confident.
by Farilexasm » Sun Aug 12, 2018 12:59 pm
Lic wrote:“Jason.” Tim said it in a cold voice. It was the first time he was talking to Jason in almost two years. “Jason, I need your help. I’ve been locked up. In Blackgate. Now, I need you to walk up here today and tell these folks really nicely that I’m innocent and to let me out. Kapish? You scratch my back now, and I let your shipment come in through the docks without my friends on the outside interfering.” Tim really hoped that Jason would get the hint.
by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 1:16 pm
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 1:48 pm
Whalestron wrote:Layla Cromley
That only left Bruce Lee— she had no regrets with the names. Layla grabbed her baton and readied herself to fight him, as he seemed so desperate to do.
by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 2:10 pm
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 2:40 pm
Whalestron wrote:Layla Cromley
“Poor Edgar,” she said in a mocking voice. “I should break your sorry little neck right now, watch the light drain from your eyes.” She took a long look into herself and no longer asked herself that question she’d been asking for years.
“Today's your lucky day.” She said at last. “I’m not Batman.”
Instead of extinguishing his life, she glared daggers at the poor man. “Who sent you? And how do you know so much about me?” She demanded.
by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 3:08 pm
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 3:17 pm
Whalestron wrote:Layla Cromley
Edgar's cryptic message left Layla puzzled. She thought on what he could have meant by that when it dawned on her. He knew she was Deputy. Layla spit on Edgar's crumpled body and moved over to the girl who’d been tied up in the chair. She removed the serrated blade she’d packed away in her sleeve's hidden pocket and uncapped it, beginning to saw at the binds. She freed the woman from the chair, brushing herself off. Edgar was just a far off memory to her now.
“You’re safe now.” She informed her, bending down to scoop up her baton off the ground. “I can call a cab for you if you’d like.”
by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 3:23 pm
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 4:45 pm
by Main Nation Ministry » Sun Aug 12, 2018 5:26 pm
by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 6:01 pm
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 6:14 pm
Main Nation Ministry wrote:…Roosevelt crept nervously towards the ringing phone, rising the receiver and pressing the button to let the caller hear him. "Hello? Penny Arcade speaking."
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 6:42 pm
Whalestron wrote:Layla Cromley
Her eyes locked on to the two in front of her and it all clicked. At that point she began thrashing in the chair, trying in vain to wrench herself free from the ropes. During this violent protest she saw an all too familiar shade of blue on her legs. Then she felt the cheap feel of a mask on her face, not the same quality of her own mask, but probably looked more similar than she knew it wasn’t.
She stopped her squirming and glared at Edgar and Monica as if waiting for an explanation. That’s what bad guys normally did, right? They’d monologue about their plans until the hero escaped. At least, she hoped that would be the basic rundown of what happened.
by Main Nation Ministry » Sun Aug 12, 2018 6:45 pm
United States of Brainy wrote:The PenguinMain Nation Ministry wrote:…Roosevelt crept nervously towards the ringing phone, rising the receiver and pressing the button to let the caller hear him. "Hello? Penny Arcade speaking."
“Ahhh…Mr. Coyne! Oswald Cobblepot here! Hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time!” The words might not have been entirely genuine as the crimelord was at least partially responsible for the situation that the man found himself in. “I’ve considered your proposal from the other day and I accept! A 70/30 split, that’s what I’m offering. I provide you with the product and you distribute through that quaint parlor of yours. Do we have a deal? If so, I invite you to join me tonight for a meeting between all the various parties concerned at Orwell Industries. That fellow pretending to be Tetch, bring him too. I could use a man of his particular talents. That lout in the cheap card suit, him too, if he’s still around. I don’t think I need to remind you, Mr. Coyne, of the urgency of your answer. Not only to me but to the fine officers of the GCPD waiting upon you outside.”
by Whalestron » Sun Aug 12, 2018 6:56 pm
by United States of Brainy » Sun Aug 12, 2018 7:01 pm
Main Nation Ministry wrote:
Joseph Coyne
Roosevelt had checked to see what was on the phone, before he had Coyne have the phone be handed to him. "Look, I told you already the vigilantes escaped down the alley!" Coyne said towards whoever was calling him, thinking it was the police. Until he realized that it was Cobblepot himself. "Cobblepot? Did you send the police here?! If so, call them off, unless they're my escort towards your little meeting tonight. You should have just gotten some hired thugs or something to come! Look, I don't know where that Alice in Wonderland creep went. He fled my establishment, the moment the cops arrived!" Coyne said to Cobblepot on the phone.
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