Gotham: A New Generation (IC)

[Main Nation Ministry]

The Penguin

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.

"I realize that you find yourself in a very stressful situation at the moment, Coyne, but have a care. I am not some cheap hood. I've had better cretins than you dispatched for far lesser offenses. Now. The Hatter's inclusion would be an added benefit but not an essential component to this deal. As an incentive, I will offer a finder's fee if you are able to locate and convince this ersatz Hatter to come with you tonight. No more histrionics, Mr Coyne. I will not ask you again. Do we or do we not have a deal?"

Joseph Coyne

"Shit..Look, I cut the long story short, but I think the Mad Hatter wants you dead. So even though he wants you six feet under and seeing that you seem to have all of the Gotham City police department giving you massages, I head to your meeting. Unless!" Coyne left a bit of a pause for Cobblepot to listen. "I don't have those two thugs that you used to slit the throat of that bartender back at the lounge, breathing down my neck! Then, I will surely come! Got it?"

[United States of Brainy]

Monica and Edgar

Layla Cromley

Layla was tempted to spit at Monica and leave it at that. Instead, she blinked, putting on an incredibly fake expression of confusion. “Who?” She asked innocently. If this was how she’d die, she wanted to at least piss these guys off. She looked around for some possible way to escape, anything at all. But as Edgar so colorfully explained, the boys had really been passionate about tying her up. Gag.

She looked contemplative for a minute, then shrugged. “I have no clue who you’re talking about.” She said, offering a wink at Edgar to show she did indeed know more than she let on.

Edgar looked about ready to hit her but Monica laid a restraining hand on his shoulder. “Oh, you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Her eyes narrowed, an idea coming to her. She gazed at her captive evilly. “Hmm…what about your father? Does he have a clue? I’m guessing he wouldn’t approve of his own daughter running around at all hours of the night, fighting crime, one of those awful vigilantes. Especially considering what a corrupt bastard he is. Does he even know what you’re up to? I wonder…”

Pulling out Layla’s cellphone, she began recording video. “Is Layla Cromley Deputy?” she thought out loud as she typed the same words on the screen. “Why don’t we stream this and let the good people of Gotham weigh in? In fact…” Monica brought up Layla’s contact list. “Oh…look, Ryan. Cute!” She showed her brother the boy’s photo. “Is Ryan your boyfriend, Layla? What would he think if he knew that his girlfriend was leading a double life? Shall we find out?”

“Good one, sis!” Edgar applauded. Monica made no move to carry out her threat just yet. She grinned at Layla, a smug expression on her face.

“So…still wanna play games?”

[Whalestron]

Layla Cromley

She dropped the act pretty quickly when Monica pulled out her phone and began making the threats. Her eyes widened when the woman listed off her friends, her father, even the people in Gotham. She’d be ruined, an outcast. How long would it take before she ended up like Tim Drake? Layla didn’t want to find out, so she’d just have to play along.

“Okay, okay!” She said loudly. After thinking it over for several moments, Layla spoke. “I’m Deputy. Happy?”

[United States of Brainy]

Joseph Coyne

"Shit..Look, I cut the long story short, but I think the Mad Hatter wants you dead. So even though he wants you six feet under and seeing that you seem to have all of the Gotham City police department giving you massages, I head to your meeting. Unless!" Coyne left a bit of a pause for Cobblepot to listen. "I don't have those two thugs that you used to slit the throat of that bartender back at the lounge, breathing down my neck! Then, I will surely come! Got it?"

"Of course, my dear Coyne! Those two lovely birds will not be attending. Although, I'll make sure to send them your warmest regards. So, we are in agreement? Partners then! I am so looking forward to our new endeavor together! 10pm tonight. I will send a limousine to pick you up at 9:30 sharp! Bring Hatter if you could. Along with any subordinates you might think necessary. Security shouldn't be a concern. I have made arrangements to have one problem in particular taken care of but you can never have enough security, wouldn't you agree, Mr. Coyne? As for your current difficulties, they have been taken care of. Until tonight, Mr Coyne!"

As soon as the called ended, the GCPD officer in charged walked inside. "Just wanted to let ya know, we'll be heading out in a few minutes. Hey...if it's not too much trouble, think I could get a bag of tokens for my kids?"

[Main Nation Ministry]

Joseph Coyne

After the calling ended, a cop entered the penny arcade to ask for a bag of tokens for their kids. "You do realize that you can also use pennies, right? Do I look like a goddamn stock market to you? Ugh, I might as well not piss off Cobblepot any further, fine." Coyne went behind the counter to fish out some tokens to put in a plastic bag to give to the cop. "Let me guess. Your kids are 21 or something? You're better off trying to convince me to give you tickets to Shakespeare, I'm not a fucking piggy bank here." Coyne sighs, as he gave the coins to the police officer. "So Cobblepot has his hands on everyone in the police force? If so, could you convince him to have no authority infer with my business or activities?"

[United States of Brainy]

Monica and Edgar

Layla Cromley

She dropped the act pretty quickly when Monica pulled out her phone and began making the threats. Her eyes widened when the woman listed off her friends, her father, even the people in Gotham. She’d be ruined, an outcast. How long would it take before she ended up like Tim Drake? Layla didn’t want to find out, so she’d just have to play along.

“Okay, okay!” She said loudly. After thinking it over for several moments, Layla spoke. “I’m Deputy. Happy?”

"See," Edgar told his sister smugly. "Told ya she was Deputy."

"She could be lying you know," Monica reminded him.

"Why do you do that? Why do you always have to undermine me? You always do that."

"Can we not talk about this now?" Monica asked. She pulled out her own phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Cobblepot. Yes. Target has been captured. Sending confirmation now." She snapped a picture of Layla and sent it. Yes, we'll make sure she stays out of the way until your meeting's over. Yes, oh don't worry..." Monica looked at the captive girl, "she isn't going anywhere."

"Hear that?" Edgar taunted as soon as Monica finished her call. "Poor Layla...isn't going anywhere. She's going to be all stuck here while Arthur Orwell and The Penguin finalize the largest drug transaction in Gotham's history. Awww...isn't that a shame?"

Monica smacked him on the shoulder. "Idiot. I thought we agreed we weren't going to tell her anything?"

"Come on, sis, look at her. She can't do anything. Can you, Layla?" He smiled at her sardonically. "I bet that must frustrate the hell out of you. All those drugs on the streets of Gotham and you helpless to do a damn thing about it..."

[Farilexasm]

Red Hood and Katana
Jason trudged into the abandoned movie theater that served as a makeshift base for his team’s antiheroic operations. He found Captain Cold fixing up his gun, Arsenal doing target practice, and Katana sharpening her swords.

“Katana! C’mon, we’re going out for a walk.” The young samurai assassin looked up st Jason, and returned to her sharpening.

“To where are we going?” Katana gruffly said in her low and quiet voice.

“We’re going over for a field trip to Blackgate Pen. To help out an old friend of ours.” Katana still didn’t look up.

“I’m not interested in helping your evil friends.” She responded. “Go on your own.”

“Ah, but he’s not just my friend. He’s yours too...” Jason teased. That got her attention. She finally glared up at him.

“Who?” Katana demanded. Jason grinned.

“Your bestie, Tim Drake.” Katana’s face softened as he said his name.

“Why’s Tim in Blackgate?” She asked with concern.

“No time for explanations, if we wanna get him out we have to go now!”

Katana swiftly got up and pulled on her mask, strapping her swords to her waist. Jason nodded at her, and they both hopped onto her bike, zooming off to the prison.

Disembarking upon arrival, Jason approached the officer on duty. “Excuse me, I need to know which cell Tim Drake is being held in.” Unfortunately for the guard, he recognized Red Hood, instinctively holding up his gun to Jason’s face.

“Tsk tsk. You just made this sooooo much harder for yourself.” Jason signaled to Katana and she stabbed the man in the leg. Jason leaned in close. “Tim wouldn’t want me killing you, so I’ll just let you suffer instead. Now tell me the cell number!”

“B-48!” The man gasped before Katana knocked him unconscious. Jason and Katana advanced towards the doors of the prison, seeing the massive array of guards.

This was gonna be a tough fight.

[United States of Brainy]

The Penny Arcade

Joseph Coyne

After the calling ended, a cop entered the penny arcade to ask for a bag of tokens for their kids. "You do realize that you can also use pennies, right? Do I look like a goddamn stock market to you? Ugh, I might as well not piss off Cobblepot any further, fine." Coyne went behind the counter to fish out some tokens to put in a plastic bag to give to the cop. "Let me guess. Your kids are 21 or something? You're better off trying to convince me to give you tickets to Shakespeare, I'm not a fucking piggy bank here." Coyne sighs, as he gave the coins to the police officer. "So Cobblepot has his hands on everyone in the police force? If so, could you convince him to have no authority infer with my business or activities?"

"You don't have to be an asshole about it," Lt. Kelly barked, resentfully snatching the bag of tokens. Sheesh...this shitheel was making him feel like a major league moocher. And now this scumbag had the nerve to ask him to intercede on his belief with Cobblepot! "Look buddy, if you want something from the Penguin, ask him yourself. I'm a cop, not your nanny. And you could be a little nicer, ya know. I'm doing you a big favor here. If you weren't so tight with Cobblepot, I'd bop you in the mouth for all the smart lip you're giving me right now. If I were you, I'd watch myself." To punctuate his point, the officer jabbed his finger in Coyne's chest. "Get me?"

[Whalestron]

Layla Cromley

So Cobblepot and Orwell were working together. Layla's dad must have payed Arthur extra, because she was confident she’d scared him straight. The thought of her pseudo uncle made her sick, and she knew for a fact she’d seen and met Oswald at a few dinner parties. She had to occupy them. Had to keep the siblings occupied.

“So what’s your real job?” Layla asked Edgar. “I mean, your sister is obviously a secretary or something, definitely not an actress though, but a guy as handsome and smart as you?” She let out a breath. “Wow.”

“How did you guess it was me?” She asked, genuine curiosity in her voice now.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Joseph Coyne

"Right. Have something jab my finger at my chest, I wish I could rip it off your hand, till you start singing in pain some ragtime song. Just....PLEASE don't jab your filthy sausages into my ribcage, if you would kindly accept. I wished manners, didn't I?" Coyne said, where Roosevelt was wondering, if the police were still here to arrest and haul him to prison.

[United States of Brainy]

Monica and Edgar

Layla Cromley

So Cobblepot and Orwell were working together. Layla's dad must have payed Arthur extra, because she was confident she’d scared him straight. The thought of her pseudo uncle made her sick, and she knew for a fact she’d seen and met Oswald at a few dinner parties. She had to occupy them. Had to keep the siblings occupied.

“So what’s your real job?” Layla asked Edgar. “I mean, your sister is obviously a secretary or something, definitely not an actress though, but a guy as handsome and smart as you?” She let out a breath. “Wow.”

“How did you guess it was me?” She asked, genuine curiosity in her voice now.

Monica shoved Edgar aside and grabbed both sides of Layla's chair. Started rattling and shaking the chair.

"SECRETARY?!! SECRETARY?!! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE A MBA AND A DEGREE IN ACCOUNTING! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE TRAMP!!!"

Spittle threw from her lips as she screamed in the girl's face. She shook the chair even more violently, rocking it on its legs until it toppled over with a loud crash! Monica didn't stop there, she was all set to curb-stomp this smartmouthed little ...URGGG!!! Luckily, her brother managed to pull her away. "Okay! OKAY! I'M FINE!!" Monica declared, throwing off Edgar's hands and walking away to cool off.

"You shouldn't have done that," Edgar told Layla. He gently lifted the chair back up. "She's really sensitive about that. The whole 'stupid blonde' thing. She's really smart, ya know. Put together all the financing for this business of yours. I mean, I'm the idea man but she's the one that actually figures out how to make it work."

He knelt down in front of her. "I'm really not a bad guy, ya know. Not 'bad' bad." He made air quotes. "More like the bad boy that women find irresistable. All that earlier tonight, all that "I'll kill you, bitch" stuff, that was just an act." He made a waving off gesture. "That's not me. Not the real me. Actually, believe it or not, I'm an actor." He laughed. "Starred in a few commercials." His ice blue eyes locked with hers. "You know, if circumstances were different, I think you would be all over me. I have that effect on babes." He began stroking her thigh. Realized what he was doing and stopped. "Sorry," he told her sheepishly. "I just think you look really hot in that bodysuit, all, you know, trussed up like that."

He decided to quickly change the subject. "To answer your question, when we got the contract on you, Penguin gave us a dossier, all about you. You know...he was gonna hire Deathtrap. Can ya believe that? That psycho bitch! But Monica underbid her...by a lot. Figured that since Deathtrap has a proven track record and we don't, the only way we can compete is by being really, really cheap. Until we build up our rep and then we can start charging more. See, that's what I mean about Monica being smart."

Edgar realized we was rambling, tried to get back on track. "So yeah, Penguin has this dossier on you. Well, on Deputy. Seems you've been causing him a lot of problems. Him and Orwell. Ya know, Orwell was shitting his pants, threatening to pull out of the deal he had with Penguin. That's why Penguin hired us. He needed you out of the way or else Orwell was gonna back out. This dossier, it has a psych eval on you. Says you go out of your way to help people. It's your weakness. From what you told Orwell the other night, we just put two and two together. Figured there was no way to get to Deputy directly. But if we got one of the Cromleys involved, Deputy would show. And you did, falling right into our little trap."

[United States of Brainy]

The Penny Arcade

Joseph Coyne

"Right. Have something jab my finger at my chest, I wish I could rip it off your hand, till you start singing in pain some ragtime song. Just....PLEASE don't jab your filthy sausages into my ribcage, if you would kindly accept. I wished manners, didn't I?" Coyne said, where Roosevelt was wondering, if the police were still here to arrest and haul him to prison.

"Whatever, buddy." Kelly realized he was dealing with a real weirdo here. Meanwhile, the young kid standing behind the weirdo, trying to make himself disappear, was giving off that 'guilty-as-hell' vibe. But Kelly figured the kid wasn't worth it, Kelly just wanted to get the hell out of there. "Have a good day," he said mechanically, taking his bag of tokens and walking back out. The sooner he got away from this nutcase the better. Gotham was filled with nutcases but that didn't mean Lt. Bryce Kelly had to hang around them.

[Whalestron]

Layla Cromley

At first, Layla thought her plan was going to fail for her right then and there. Then she saw it was working like a dream. She’d have to be careful, though. Though Edgar didn’t seem like the smartest man in the world, she wasn’t sure if his acting career had an effect on that display. She put on her best attempt at a smile. “So,” she began. “You’re going to kill me?” She asked him casually.

That seemed to be the way things were looking. “That’s a shame.” She said as if holding back tears. To some extent, she was, but most of it was carefully dramatized. “I really would have liked to have gotten to know you better.”

Then she laughed weakly, as if she had a joke of her own. “It’s funny... Penguin can offer you money, but can he offer you a date with a girl who's genuinely interested in you? I mean, sure, you can find some chick who wants you for that acting career of yours. But I- I think you’re actually a nice guy.” She said. It took just about all of her willpower to actually say those things. Even if Edgar hadn’t said what he said, that didn’t change the fact that he’d consider doing whatever that depraved Cobblepot wanted for money. “He called me a 'fine lass' at a charity auction.” Said, almost as if it was a joke to laugh at now.

[United States of Brainy]

Edgar Delacroix

“Nonono,” Edgar hastily corrected, “we’re not killing you. Ha, oh god, no! We’re only keeping you tied up until the meeting’s over. That’s it. That’s all the Penguin wanted. After that, we’ll leave you here and call the cops to come and free you.” He thought it over a sec. “Yeahhh…the cop’s sorta have it out for ya, don’t they? Ummm…if you like, we can maybe call a friend? Okay, maybe that’s not such a hot idea, secret identity and all, I get it. Okay, okay, how about this?” He traced his finger around the ropes across her chest. “What if…I loosen your ropes just enough so that if you struggle hard enough, you can squeeze out of them? Would you like that?” He gave her a sexy look. ( Or at least that's what he thought he was doing.) “But you can’t tell my sister. It’ll be our little secret, ‘kay?” He gave her a sly smile.

He listened to her Penguin story. “That creep! What a perv!” He leaned in conspiratorially. “I hear he has a thing for his mother,” he whispered. “I know, right!” He stared into her eyes. “I want you to know I'm not like that. I have the utmost respect for chic…ahem, I mean women. Especially hot crimefighting women like yourself. So…did you mean what you said about going out on a date with me? I mean, you're just not trying to say that to trick me?” He studied her closely as if he could sniff out the truth before breaking out into a huge grin. “Because I know this awesome nightclub we can go to! I know the bouncer so I can get you in, no prob!" He leaned in close and started whispering again. "Just, you know, ixnay on the sistera..."

[Whalestron]

Layla Cromley

Layla smiled slyly, something she found melted most guys' hearts when she wore the suit. “Y'know...” she began in a drawl, sniffling as if she’d finished with her fake crying. “I think I need to use the bathroom. Maybe you could escort me to someplace more private?” She looked Edgar over with longing eyes, eyes that said she wanted him now, when in reality she wanted to leave, to crash Penguin's little party. “Why should we have to wait until another time to... ‘get to know eachother’?”

Just then, a buzzing came from Monica's pocket. Layla was getting a call. Once the phone was observed, several text messages could be read. The latest one, just above the name ‘Dad’ saying “If you don’t pick up, I’ll have the cops trace your location. Don’t ignore me, Layla.”

[Haedros 92712]

(Image)
Nightwing

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Nightwing waited for his chance, and found it. Huntress had lodged a few nicely placed arrows into his auxiliary tube, so there was comfort in that. But he had also just stomped on the mysterious Robin and thrown Catgirl, pretty well into orbit. He began his sprint, his suit making him basically soundless past the soft thump of padded soles against dirt as he weaved through the trees. Approaching Bane from a blind spot. Dick threw himself into a tree, just as an adjoining one exploded and caught fire.
Just my luck. Dick thought to himself.
He used the crackling flames of the spreading forest fire to hide his approach, before striking. Dick leapt through the flames, activating the stun pack on his Escrima stick as late as he could, the electricity sparking angrily from it.
He went for the strike, the Escrima stick aimed for the base of Bane's neck and the explosive wingding in the palm of his hand, bound to stick to his face as he fell toward the man-beast.

As Dick went for the neck, Bane went for the neck as well. He whipped around and grabbed Dick by the throat, lifting him into the air. “You are fast, and you are quiet, but you are not unpredictable.” He stared into Dicks eyes, his one exposed eye burrowing deep into the Birds soul. “You waited for any form of weakness to be exposed, just for a moment, and when it revealed itself, you tried to strike. Unfortunately, you were counting on my power being solely dependent upon my drug. I’m afraid you were wrong. You see, while some of my strength is enhanced, I do not rely upon the pipes in my back. Much of my venom is already within, flowing through pipes and veins in my own body.” At this point, he threw Dick into a tree, and then bull rushed into him, forcing his shoulder into the mans stomach and then grabbing him by the arm. He lifted him up once again. “And even with my drug, much of my strength is not coming from any drug.” Bane crush Dicks arm and threw him aside once again. “It has come from years and years of pain, and fear, and hate. Years of breaking my body time and time again, just to become stronger, to destroy the beast that plagued my dreams! You, on the other hand, have nothing but a bit of training and some fancy equipment under your belt.” He walked over to Dick. “You. Are. NOTHING!” With this, he picked up dick by the face and threw him one final time, this time up into the air. As he came down, Bane hit him with a punch and sent him flying into a large, solid tree. And then he turned, picked up Babs, and left.

[The Democratic Marxists]

Carrie Kelley/Robin
Carrie saw Bane crush Nightwing, and she saw him casually start to walk away from the action. Bane was escaping, arrows lodged in his back and all.

“Oh you motherfucker, no you don’t!” Carrie started driving the Battruck high-speed towards Bane, and found the button inside the car that realeased the massive guns and cannons of the vehicle. Carrie leaned in to speak into the microphone on the control board so that Bane could hear her.

“Hey! Bane! Listen up! I’ve got all these HUGE guns and cannons pointing at you right now. So if you don’t wanna die a horribly painful death, listen up. You’re gonna stop, and you’re gonna put your hands on your head, and you’re gonna drop Batgirl, and you’re gonna come with us. If you desist, I won’t hesitate to make your body a mess of blood and icky green stuff. Comprendo? You can’t outrun these bullets, and you sure can’t shake off these cannonballs. Give up NOW! We’ve cornered you! There’s nowhere to hide.”

[United States of Brainy]

Monica Delacroix

Layla Cromley

Layla smiled slyly, something she found melted most guys' hearts when she wore the suit. “Y'know...” she began in a drawl, sniffling as if she’d finished with her fake crying. “I think I need to use the bathroom. Maybe you could escort me to someplace more private?” She looked Edgar over with longing eyes, eyes that said she wanted him now, when in reality she wanted to leave, to crash Penguin's little party. “Why should we have to wait until another time to... ‘get to know eachother’?”

Just then, a buzzing came from Monica's pocket. Layla was getting a call. Once the phone was observed, several text messages could be read. The latest one, just above the name ‘Dad’ saying “If you don’t pick up, I’ll have the cops trace your location. Don’t ignore me, Layla.”

“Shit!” Monica read the messages on the phone. She started heading back in a hurry when she saw…what the hell is this?! She gave Edgar an angry shove, knocking her kneeling brother over. “What the fuck are you doing?! Are you hitting on her?! Are you actually fucking hitting on her?!!”

“Noooo…” Edgar told her sheepishly. “She says she has to go to the bathroom…”

Monica gave him an ‘Are you out of your fucking mind?!!’ look. She couldn’t believe this! Clenching and unclenching her hands, she continued muttering profanities under her breath. When she finally felt calm enough to speak, she turned back to him. “We don’t have time for this!” She jammed the girl’s phone in his face so he could read the texts.

“Oh shit…”

“Oh shit is right!” she snapped at him.

“What are we gonna do?” he asked.

“Not we. You. You are going to lead them away. Take her phone…know what,” Monica reached into her pocket and threw him the keys to Layla’s bike. “The bike’s probably LoJacked. Take her phone and take her bike and drive back to the café she works at. Get someone to follow you in one of the SUVs. Leave the bike and the phone there and then come back here. Think you can handle that, loverboy?”

“Why do we have to go to all that trouble?” Edgar protested. “Just smash the phone.”

Monica snatched the phone out of his hand and started hitting him over the head with it. “Because, knucklehead, they can probably track her last known location before the phone’s destroyed.” She tossed the phone back at him.

“Oh…” he said blankly.

“Get going,” Monica ordered, giving him a shove. “I’ll deal with her…” She narrowed her eyes at Layla. “Oh wait!” She pulled out Layla’s wallet, removed the motorcycle registration and handed it to him. “Don’t get stopped. But, if you do, tell the cops that you’re her boyfriend and that she let you borrow her bike and she asked you to drop it off at the café. Got it?”

“Good thinking, sis,” he smiled at her.

“Go,” she told him, her expression softening. “But, like I told you, don’t get pulled over.”

“No worries, I got it.” Grinning, he took off.

Monica waited until he was gone. “As for you, you little bitch…”

Monica backhanded the heroine across the face. “Keep your claws off my brother. Consider that a warning. Next time I use my fists.” She narrowed her eyes. “Gotta use the bathroom, huh? Bullshit.” She gave her a cruel smirk. “If you have to go that bad, go in your suit. Yeah…you might have my baby brother twisted around your slutty little finger but that shit’s not gonna work on me.” She crowded the captive heroine, standing over her. “What do you have to say for yourself now, huh?”

[Haedros 92712]

Carrie Kelley/Robin
Carrie saw Bane crush Nightwing, and she saw him casually start to walk away from the action. Bane was escaping, arrows lodged in his back and all.

“Oh you motherfucker, no you don’t!” Carrie started driving the Battruck high-speed towards Bane, and found the button inside the car that realeased the massive guns and cannons of the vehicle. Carrie leaned in to speak into the microphone on the control board so that Bane could hear her.

“Hey! Bane! Listen up! I’ve got all these HUGE guns and cannons pointing at you right now. So if you don’t wanna die a horribly painful death, listen up. You’re gonna stop, and you’re gonna put your hands on your head, and you’re gonna drop Batgirl, and you’re gonna come with us. If you desist, I won’t hesitate to make your body a mess of blood and icky green stuff. Comprendo? You can’t outrun these bullets, and you sure can’t shake off these cannonballs. Give up NOW! We’ve cornered you! There’s nowhere to hide.”

Bane stood and stared at the new challenger, his mind racing to calculate the best outcome. His plan determined, he launched himself forward, tossing aside Babs. He was right beside the gun barrels in an instant, and in an instant more he had thrown himself into the air above the car, and then dropped down onto the back of the giant vehicle, causing the front of the car to shoot upward, and ultimately to capsize. As the war machine came down, Bane rolled out from underneath.

[Sterkistan]

Nightwing

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Nightwing fought the grips of darkness as he steeled himself. His arm was busted bad and he was battered as could be. He opened his eyes, and saw a golden opportunity. Bane was dealing with the Bat-truck, and had subsequently thrown Batgirl.
He stood shakily, taking in large breaths of air.
"Catgirl, now might be a good time for a tactical retreat."
Nightwing pointed toward the tunnel they entered from.
"Take the lead, I'll get Batgirl."

Dick charged forth, every ounce of strength he had powering himself forward,
Come on adrenaline don't fail me now.
He grabbed the unconscious Batgirl around the waist with his good arm, hoisting her up and sprinting for the hatch. Dropping into a slide down into the hatch, supporting Batgirl as he went down so she wouldn't get hurt on the rocks.
"We need to go now."
He winced, looking over to Catgirl and hoisting Batgirl up over his shoulder. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and he could feel the full extent of the damage done by Bane start to set in.
Dick proceeded to lead them along the path, next stop was his safehouse downtown. Held under his own group of alias's and separate from the Wayne system, it was unlikely the law, or anyone for that matter would find anything.

[Whalestron]

Layla Cromley

Her cheek stung from the blow, leaving Layla slightly frustrated. She was back to square one and had a feeling that Monica wasn’t going to give in to seduction the same way her brother did. She racked her brain, listing off what she was working with. Intelligent, educated, short tempered. Yep, significantly harder than her brother.

“Listen, I know I’m your captive and all... but why can’t we be some kind of friends? You may have hit me on the head pretty hard, still kinda hurts by the way, but maybe we have something the other wants.”

She paused for a moment as she shifted her hands slightly, pricking uselessly at the rope that bound them. “I’m guessing you know my dad's corrupt, right? I haven’t been doing anything to save him, I’m trying to hurt him.” Layla looked down for a moment as she said the next, more personal part. “He killed my mother... always pretends it’s just some murder the cops could never solve.”

Her eyes flitted back up to look at Monica. “You’re very smart, I can see that even despite what I said earlier about you being a secretary. Why waste it doing something like this?” As if she wasn’t waiting for an answer, Layla continued on. “I can secure you a pretty nice position in the company. It probably pays triple what you’re getting for this in a single month.”

“Hell, you’ve got so much evidence on me that even if I was just saying this to escape, you could publish it pretty fast. I’m being very serious about this, Monica.”

Catgirl

“On it, boss!” She gave Nightwing a two fingered salute and ran back for the Batcave. “Huntress, we're pulling back.” She said to the heroine on her way by. “It’d be best if we cut our losses now. He just destroyed the freaking truck!”

Cooper

The mutt found his way back to the Batcave surprisingly fast. He snuck in, only to find several cops poking around the wreckage, asking eachother what they thought it was. The answer was clearly going to be that it had been Batman's rumored hideaway. Demon Cooper didn’t like the fact that the authorities were here, and he took it as an immediate threat to his current objective.

The dog approached them and began whimpering. One of them took an immediate interest, approaching him. He was stopped by one of the other officers. “Davis, don’t go near that thing! Could be rabid for all you know!” He warned.

The one named Davis didn’t heed his warning, however, and continued to Cooper. “Yeah, Batman kept a rabid dog in his lair.” He said sarcastically. “Hey little guy. Where's your col-“

He wouldn’t finish the sentence, as his vocal chords were permanently removed from his throat by Cooper's jaw. The dog watched the body fall limp to the ground, looking up at the shocked faces of all the officers. The one who’d tried warning the young cop already had his gun drawn and fired twice into the pup, who flinched from both shots as they hit uselessly against his chest and forehead. At this, he chuckled. “Hope you’re paying attention, Coop.” And began to ruthlessly attack the remaining officers.

[The Mank]

Batwoman
Kate had been informed about the chaos in progress at Wayne Manor. Today was her first day back in Gotham, but instead of meeting her friends and family, Kate was stuck at work. Kate stood atop the toppled Battruck, decked out in her Batsuit and staring down at Bane, who was rolling out from beneath the vehicle.

“Hey big boy,” Kate jibed, “this your regular workout? You’ve built up quite the physique there, I’d guess you were compensating for something.” Kate glided down from the truck, kicking Bane in the face before landing in a crouch. The guy’s face felt like a brick, but Kate’s foot could withstand the solid skin. She dodged some of the hard blows thrown her way. Kate ducked to fake Bane out by pretending to go for his legs, instead opting to pull out a net gun and shoot a large net at Bane’s entire body, hoping to get Bane entangled in the ropes of the net. Kate then did a flip and landed on top of his shoulders, punching him on the head and attempting to rip the strength-enhancing device off of his back.

She turned to see a young woman and Dick escaping through a tunnel. But somebody needed to help her capture Bane! Kate then spotted a familiar face. Huntress was standing a few yards away. Kate signaled to her.

She hoped she was buying someone enough time to capture this dangerous terrorist.

[Haedros 92712]

Batwoman
Kate had been informed about the chaos in progress at Wayne Manor. Today was her first day back in Gotham, but instead of meeting her friends and family, Kate was stuck at work. Kate stood atop the toppled Battruck, decked out in her Batsuit and staring down at Bane, who was rolling out from beneath the vehicle.

“Hey big boy,” Kate jibed, “this your regular workout? You’ve built up quite the physique there, I’d guess you were compensating for something.” Kate glided down from the truck, kicking Bane in the face before landing in a crouch. The guy’s face felt like a brick, but Kate’s foot could withstand the solid skin. She dodged some of the hard blows thrown her way. Kate ducked to fake Bane out by pretending to go for his legs, instead opting to pull out a net gun and shoot a large net at Bane’s entire body, hoping to get Bane entangled in the ropes of the net. Kate then did a flip and landed on top of his shoulders, punching him on the head and attempting to rip the strength-enhancing device off of his back.

She turned to see a young woman and Dick escaping through a tunnel. But somebody needed to help her capture Bane! Kate then spotted a familiar face. Huntress was standing a few yards away. Kate signaled to her.

She hoped she was buying someone enough time to capture this dangerous terrorist.

Bane felt the girl tugging at the device in his back, clearly trying to rip it out of his skin. He released a snarl as he backpedaled and slammed himself into a tree hard, shaking her off. He then turned to face down the Huntress, and braced himself to attack. His auxiliary controls were out of commission, so there was only one thing that could be done. “I have crushed enough of you today.” His finger found a singular red button hidden beneath the metal front panel of his auxiliary controls. His main filtration overide. He slammed his finger into the button and began to feel the venom flow in his veins increase at dangerous levels. He released a howl of apparent agony as the drug took its effect. Steam began floating off of his skin, and all the veins in his body began to swell and throb. His muscles grew threefold in size, and he gained an extra two feet in height. His exposed eye turned completely black. And then it stopped. Bane stood, and rose to his full, massive size. He released a low, deep chuckle that seemed more akin to an animalistic snarl. He then launched himself grabbed the truck. Lifting it over his head, two human forms fell out. Bane hurled the truck at Batwoman, and then turned to the bodies. He found the small figure, young Damian Wayne, and slung the boy over his shoulder. "Now. You will listen to me, and listen close. You will let me escape with no further trouble. As much as i would enjoy crushing you both like the insects that you are, I have other places to be. If you do not comply, i will make sure that this young man will never wake up again. Am i understood?"

[Lic]

Huntress
The dude was invulnerable and invincible. No matter what they threw at him, he’d just shake it off. The Battruck’s guns, Helena’s arrows, Batwoman’s punches – nothing could hurt him. And now the monster had Helena’s brother. Crawling out from the wreckage, Helena decided to play a risky gambit. She straightened herself and dropped her crossbow. She smirked at Bane.

“That corpse is useless. He’s already dead. He died in the cave explosion. We wanted to give him the burial he deserves.”

Please take the bait, please take the bait...

Helena glanced at Batwoman, hoping she could do something. She hadn’t done so bad against Bane hand to hand. She could probably save Damian.

[The Democratic Marxists]

Carrie Kelley/Robin
Carrie fell to the ground as Bane shook the truck like a goody bag. Blood was spurting from the deep gash on her forehead. Carrie seriously wasn’t prepared for Bane plucking the other Robin kid from the ground and then fucking THROWING THE TRUCK at Batwoman. The guy really had some rage issues.

Carrie staggered to her feet, knowing that Huntress’s ‘your hostage is already dead, give him back’ ruse wouldn’t work. All Bane would have to do was feel the boy’s pulse and then actually hurt him because Huntress lied. No, there was no other option but to let the guy go.

“Here’s...here’s the deal,” Carrie’s mouth was bleeding, she could barely speak, “you give us Robin, we let you go. We let you leave in peace. Just drop the kid. In fact, I’m younger than him, take me instead.”

Carrie slowly approached Bane, one of her hands on her belt.

“Drop the kid...take me. That’s a good trade.”

She kept slowly stepping towards him.

“Bane...let him go, you can take—”

In a flash, Carrie pulled a grapnel from her belt, pretending to shoot the rope at Bane but instead wrapping it around the boy on his shoulder. She started yanking the kid over to herself, and since she had managed to take Bane by surprise she was able to get the boy on the floor and start dragging him towards her.

She just hoped Bane wouldn’t get into a tug of war with her.