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SilverKnight

05-03-2001, 07:39 PM

--OOC: Alrighty then, people! Let's get started, shall we? This is off the top of my head, so you're all gonna have to help me out with a plot here. :) Anywho...--

The droplets of rain plummet from the bluish-gray cauldron above, spattering upon the dirty rooftops of Gotham City. The thunder growls over the horizon ominously, and lightning streaks the midnight sky, providing moments of dazzling light.

I hate lightning.

Absolutely despise it. While some may argue that it makes me look more demonic in the sudden heavenly flash, it never succeeds in changing my opinion. Why don't I like it, you ask? Because it creates exactly what the name implies: light. Naturally, I am not very fond of light. Shadows are my ally, my companion. Light and I never really seem to get along.

All the same, I continue on my self-proclaimed crusade, neverminding the summer thunderstorm. They pass quickly enough, I muse as I creep to a sludge-covered ledge of a rotten building. I look at what I'm stepping in.

This place needs the wash down anyway.

I hear a scream to my left. Taking out my jumpline, I bound over the edge, soaring into the night--taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the momentary feeling of weightlessness and the thrill of the chase.

You see, it's becoming rarer and rarer that I patrol the streets; more psychopaths such as the Joker, Poison Ivy, Clayface, Two-Face, and Scarecrow are taking up much of my time. As well, the sudden swell in other, non-supervillian related crime--with such criminals as Roland Daggett and Rupert Thorne--are beginning bogging down my schedule, if a mundane word could ever possibly be used when describing my lifestyle. Simple muggings and small robberies give weigh to mass murders and drug rings. Ironic, I think as I land upon a rusted fire-escape silently. The people of my city are coming to depend upon more more just as my time devoted to them is being systematically taken away.

Then again, fate always has a way of being an anti-social witch when she wants to be.

I spy the young man strolling closer to the small woman--couldn't be older than 16--as she frantically tries to edge away. In the man's calloused hand is a knife glinting in the pale streetlight. I stood still as a panther, watching his every move, noting his every movement, best calculating his reaction to 'the Bat's sudden appearance. I smirk faintly.

He doesn't stand a chance.

Stealthily leaping over the corroding bars, I land in a crouch behind the scrawny man. However, something happens that I had not exactly suspected. The thug I believed to be a simple catch wheels around, slashing his knife out. This is what I get for getting cocky, I chaste myself as my instincts kick in, blocking the knife's blow with my gauntleted arm. I counter with a sharp jab to the man's ribs. He doubls over in pain, dropping his serrated knife. The woman, wide-eyed, gulps back a scream, dashing past my foreboding figure, leaving me alone with the crumpled man before me.

I haul up the criminal before me with one hand, letting the rain casually roll off the man's fear stricken face as I pull back the other. The small man simpers, his lip twitching as my fist lands directly upon his brow. His head buckes back from the blow, and his body goes limp. Grabbing some wire, I tie the youth up upside down from the iron rungs. Taking one small glance over my shoulder to my handy work before firing off my jumpline to the rooftops above, I can't help but feel a tiny--miniscule in the grand scheme of things--twinge of something inside me. Recognition? Satisfaction? I don't dwell on it as I zoom above.

The perfect start to a perfect night.

--Tag: anyone who wants to add anything to this--
Inque here, sorry to interupt the end to the post, but we're really not going to use the "tag" idea. It kinda leaves people out because only certain people can respond. It's going to be left open for other people to join in, unless there's some dialogue or fighting. And remember, not all of the action is happening in once spot, other characters can start something too.

Inque

05-03-2001, 07:43 PM

due to popular demand, j/k ---sort of, i'm making a "general rules" thread so we can clear up a lot of confusion in the rpgs.

NewMaxFranklin

05-03-2001, 08:06 PM

I, didn't se my name on the character recap.

Inque

05-03-2001, 11:25 PM

Originally posted by NMaxFranklin
I, didn't se my name on the character recap.

sure you can.......i didn't see the gordon because it was in the title.

NewMaxFranklin

05-04-2001, 02:18 AM

Shriek

05-04-2001, 03:42 PM

Gotham's Night Skyline slowly changes from warm hard rain drops into ice cold drops.

Ice Cold rain touches everysingle building, car, and anyone outside in Gotham City.

With a simple stride of my right hand the lever goes up causing the ice cold rain to freeze and turn into hail. "Let's see how much Gotham likes a little hail," I laugh out loud as I say this to my gang. The rest of the gang chuckles out loud with me.

"Grapefruit boss. Grapefruit!" A gang member orders. And the rest laugh and ask with him.

Puzzled, I finally ask, "What in god's name are you talking about?" I turn a few knobs on the massive machine. Causing more hail to fall.

"Freeze. Make the hail the size of grapefruits. That way you will cause a lot of damage to everyone in Gotham." The rest of the gang chuckles.

I am not impressed with his antics. If he thinks he knows everything he will be punished. "You think you know it all don't you?" I raise my old freeze gun and steadily aim it at his head.

I squeeze the trigger just enough so that only his head is frozen into a block of ice. The rest of the gang back away.

"Say hello to Block Head!" I joke. None of the gang laughs. I am so fed up with this gang. "Not funny. AHAHAHAHAHA!!! Grapefuits here we come." I turn a few more knobs and the hail balls turn into the size of grapefruits. I'm sure I could hear them if the suits hearing wasn't on the fritz.

"Leave me be! I need to go work on the new suit!" I order as I limp away with sparks shooting from where the suit is damaged. With every bend of the joint my suit sparks or gets jammed. I walk into the elevator and descend below the buildings basement.

I cautiously walk into my lab and shut the door. I crank down the tempature so I can be free of this stupid suit. I rip off my helmet and let the ice cold air hit my face. It is the best feeling in the world. I strip down into my clothes and walk to the table.

SilverKnight

05-04-2001, 07:01 PM

--OOC: Shriek, I don't think Freeze laughs. But, hey that's just me, so take my opinion for what it's worth. Anyway...--

The wind blows softly over me as I stand at the Watchtower. I feel goosebumps rise on my face as the cold air brushes it. Maybe it's the altitude--I feel something small and hard suddenly hit the back of my cowl, and I wince. It wasn't painful, by any means, but it caught me off guard. Rain isn't normally that hard, I contemplate as I look to see--

Hail? *Hail*? What the--

I duck inside as a piece of ice the size of a grapefruit whizzes over my head. I watch as the tiny rivulets of rain are clogged with a barrage of huge ice particles, most as large if not larger than my fist. Well, so much for patrol.

Under the protection of the Watchtower's monolithic side, I dive down, calmly running down all the possible suspects for something like this.

Joker? No, not his MO. Usually it's joke related, or bat related.

Penguin? Again, no. Why would he and how could he do something like this?

Riddler? No, of course not. This isn't a riddle, this is...this is...

Ice.

Freeze. I shoot the jumpline upwards, slowing my descent as I reach the ground. Why would he though? What's he up to?

--OOC: Yeah, Shriek, what ARE you up to? :)--

Shriek

05-04-2001, 08:52 PM

OOC: Here's a rundown. Freeze's suit is very screwed up. It's damaged to pieces. He's turning Gotham into an ultimate War Zone. Anyother villians wanna jump in on this????... Freeze isn't going to be making an appearance for awhile until his new suit. is finished... So this is the time for all of the other villians to jump in.

This would be perfect for Ivy or Clayface to jump in. ( Not the way Batman And Robin was.. eww)

IC:

The ice cold air brushing against my skin is the greatest feeling in the world. Ever since the accident I have loved cold. I guess it's because I can't live without it.

I carefully weld pieces of my damaged suit together. "Stupid Bat's had to push me off the building all of those years ago. This suit gets harder to fix each time." I continue welding the joints together.

I walk over to a freezer and open a keypad. I type in the normal code and up comes the steel door. I stare at the massive suit.

"Let's see what Batman does to this suit." I press a call button on the wall and order my men to rush over to the new S.T.A.R. Laboratry on the Gotham Coast.

The men make their way over to the lab.

"Now that they are gone I can get to work." I take out my freeze gun and freeze the entire complex that I am in. "I cannot be found or disturbed now."

I start working on the new suit..

OOC: With that I leave it to the other villians and heroes.

Tim Drake

05-05-2001, 07:44 AM

The rain pours hard upon Gotham State University. Few students muddle about under umbrellas, while most people remain indoors.

Sigh. Another dreary day at GSU. I tire of the mundane repetition known as college. It feels like an eternity since I last donned my robin costume and seen some action. Unfortunately, school work doesn't leave much time open for those type of activities.

Sometimes I wish I was back in high school. Class was a joke and I was on the streets with Bruce nearly every night. Still, it was time for me to move on. I'm no longer a child anymore and Bruce can't see that yet. Come to think of it most people don't realize I'm an adult. Its so frustrating knowing that people have the nerve to still refer to me as the boy wonder! Ah well. I'm sure I'll break the stereotypes in time.

"What the heck?!?"

I look to the window where the downpour has quickly become a hailstorm. Grapefruit-sized ice balls tear through the sky causing people to run for cover.

"Hmmmm. Guess its time for the BOY wonder to take a study break."

I don my costume and head out on my batcycle in hopes of finding the source of the unusual weather.

catz

05-05-2001, 04:14 PM

:D ohhhh...dibs on catwoman if nobody has taken her yet.

Inque

05-05-2001, 04:51 PM

she's all yours!

Bud 'n Lou

05-05-2001, 05:46 PM

The hail has been coming down now for a few minutes, and couldn't have come at a more opportune time. I take my time robbing the place. I know that the police won't bother to check out the cause for the alarm's sounding right away. They'll just assume the hail knocked out a few windows and set it off. Just one of many other establishments in the city whose security system is activated due to the harsh weather.

I walk past the laboratory's two stone-faced gaurds. The one named Henry is new here, but I've encountered George in past attempts to rob this place. I guess I keep coming back to get another look at his haunting beauty. The hair of a raven, and eyes of honey.

They were easy to subdue. And now they're standing at attention, waiting for any instructions I desire them to carry out.

No man can resist my pheremones.

Shattered glass crunches under my feet as I approach the gaping orfice that just a few minutes ago was a window. "Oh, terrific," I sigh, looking outside. The street is no longer visible beneath the thick layer icy softballs. I know it's time to get moving before it gets any worse. "Too bad," I say softly, coming toward the statue men. "I was looking forward to playing with you."

A telephone rings.

"Answer it," I tell George. He complies mechanically. A knife of tension twists in my back. I hadn't anticipated them calling.

"Who is it? Tell them everything's ok here." My voice becomes serious.

"Yes, operator. Everything's fine," George informs her. "Just this sudden hailstorm. It set the alarm off."

"Good boy," my sensual tone returns as I regain my composure. George finishes and hangs up the phone. I grab his collar firmly and kiss him on the cheek.

My interest in him is not forced like it is with most men who I use.

I hold his face in my hands. I want to do more with him, but I know I cannot without killing him. And I don't want to kill George. He is beautiful. And he is not like other men. I know this somehow.

Men. I have contempt for them. Their uses are few, and their faults many.

Yet, George is different. I have been here before, threatened his life, and yet here he stays, waiting for me to return.

I reach into my bag and withdraw one of many small vials. "Drink this," I tell him, "and you'll be spared of the plague." I am half disgusted with myself, and half satisfied. I am distressed that my attraction to George is anything more than physical. I am happy to be near him, but am displeased to have let a man have such an impact; such control over me.

He complies. He has no choice.

I smile and walk past Henry, who stares blankly into space, and into the cold night.

SilverKnight

05-05-2001, 05:48 PM

I start the Batmobile, flying down the roads which are quickly becoming covered with ice. This doesn't make any sense. Freeze lives for *revenge*, not mindless killing. I fail to see how the entire city has earned his hatred. I swerve past a tire-sized iceberg in the middle of the now deserted street. Victor Fries had always been a quiet, non-confrontal man, I remember from his company files. He wouldn't attack an entire city for no reason. Oh, he's extremely vengeful and unstable, attempting to kill someone without thought if they scorned him, but he isn't insane.

This is becoming far too dangerous. Hm, there's something you'd thought I never say. I turn into a dim alley, taking to the rooftops. I find out quickly that this is in fact much more dangerous than driving--dodging fist sized pieces of ice is never safe--but the only person up here I can kill is myself. Not very comforting, but it has some solace.

I get knocked on the ground by three frozen grapefruits that were in a direct line, skidding to the ledge of the building. Shaking my head quickly, I look down and realize I'm a moron. Again, I use the side of the building as shield, making my way down to the ground. I hope that man-hole isn't iced over entirely...

--OOC: Shriek, I suggest you pay attention to those first couple of paragraphs.--

The Flash

05-05-2001, 06:26 PM

http://members.spree.com/entertainment/THE_FLASH/faces/alf.GIF I take the elevator down to the cave. I don't fell like walking......my back is aching in pain from cleaning the mess up stairs......I wonder where that hail came from. I walk up to the computer. I quickly see that Master Bruce is in the Batmobile. I decide to phone him.
"Sir, has one of your 'friends' been altering the weather again?"

SilverKnight

05-05-2001, 07:04 PM

--OOC: Ink, just so you don't have a hissy fit, I'm gonna let you know that if I've gotten permission from good ol' Alfy, cool? >grins< Good.--

Damn, no luck.

Just about how mine's been running lately.

I duck back under the decrepit building, which is being pummeled by ice. I sigh wearily. Looks like it's either by rooftop or car. I pass by and see a small light blinking on the dashboard. Alfred. Guess I"m going my car then.

I jump back in and pull onto the streets. By now, everyone's pulled to the side or gone inside, so they're safer. I'm not, of course, but that's nothing new.

I push the button, and Alfred's ever crisp voice fills the cockpit. "Sir, has one of your 'friends' been altering the weather again?"

"Cute," I reply. "Alfred, I need you to look up something."

"Some*thing*, sir? Or some*one*?"

I sigh. Ever the perfectionist.

The Flash

05-05-2001, 07:16 PM

http://members.spree.com/entertainment/THE_FLASH/faces/alf.GIF I just hacked in, sir. Now what is it you wish for me to look up? A "evil villian's" latest where abouts perhaps....
I hear his dark voice reply, "Look up every file they kept on Victor Fries. Medical, psychological, everything. He couldn't have just gone off the deep end for no reason." Ahh master Bruce you always are a realist I think to myself.
Yes sir.....there are 137 files on him. Do you wish for me to transfer them to you?

SilverKnight

05-05-2001, 07:37 PM

I barely dodge a series of spike-like icicles that have formed, violently swerving to the left, nearly imbedding myself into a lamp post. "No, Alfred. I'm too busy trying to keep from killing myself at the moment," I husk, pulling the car around a sharp bend. "Just give me a summary." I look down the road. It isn't covered with any ice, and I see a man hole. "When I get back."

"Very well, Master Bruce," he speaks perfectly, and then silence. I grin thinly. Let's try this again. I pull the Batmobile into another alley, leaping out of it quickly. I dart to the man hole, dropping myself onto the slimy ladder, and lugging the heavy iron cover over top of me, drenching me in darkness.

--OOC: Alrighty, Joker, Clayface, Gordon, DG, you guys can leap in here at any time now...>grins< j/k Well, sorta...>ahem< yeah, well I'll stop babbling now.--

Shriek

05-05-2001, 07:44 PM

I walk over to the machine and turn the ice storm off.

"I think they've suffered enough," I say. A few questions race through mind.

I walk over to a small lap top that is frozen to a counter top. I push a few buttons and make the hail completely stop. "Maybe some snow will do." I twist a few knobs and Gotham's Forecast instanstly changes from Ice to Snow.

I stride over to the table where I make repairs to the old suit. I finish welding the arm piece together and adding new features to the freeze gun.

"I think it's time I make a come back appearance." I get into the suit and walk over to the receiver as I still get used to the heaviness of the suit.

"Boys?" I ask quietly.

"Yea boss?" One of my gang members ask.

" I assume you are inside of S.T.A.R. Labs. Now I want you to download every bit of information on PROJECT: ARCTIC," I order to my men.

"Sure thing boss," He answers me.

"I am paying a trip to the hospital!" I slowly walk out of the huge freezer room and place the glass cover onto my head.

I climb down an empty man hole and into the Gotham Underground.

redDragon

05-05-2001, 10:03 PM

Can't a person have a little silence once in a while? Just as I get rid of Harley I take one step outside to get a nice crisp breath of the night air and I'm hit by grapefruit sized hail! I'd like to see Freeze try to get his revenge while being hit by grapefruits from his audience!

Maybe I should send him some laughing gas in grapefruits! Why I think I'll send everyone in town laughing gas grapefruits! A splendid idea! Now where did Harley put that phone? Ah! There it is! In a few moments I have placed an order for 5000 boxes of grapefruits, now for the laughing gas!

"HARLEY!!" I yell, "GATHER THE BOYS UP! WE'RE GOING TO THE DENTISTS!"

Eve

05-05-2001, 10:08 PM

I can't believe it, i could walk out on him any second, then where would he be. But i love my J way to much for that. His heart would be broken if I were to walk out on him, Whats that i hear ahhhh it's his voice calling me back. He obviously wants to apologise to me and then i guess we can start planning a family and a future (harley's face smiles) "eh..Coming Mr. J"http://www.geocities.com/finaleve2002/Eve2a.jpg

catz

05-05-2001, 11:21 PM

Its not everyday you get to see grapefruit sized hail falling from the sky while your trying to steal a priceless diamond. I hate the weather. I challenge anyone to try and steal a priceless object when hail is coming at you. Here I am cold and wet trying to find a damn place that doesn't have giant ice falling through the ceiling. I'll remember to thank whoever did this later.

I run out into a street where I see the batmobile but no Bat.
"Great.....just when I need him, he's gone. How ironic is that." Seeing a building resisting the hail, I run over to it drenched and bruised.

"I'm starting to hate your timing Bats."

The Flash

05-06-2001, 03:21 PM

-Hey I just decided to be a Gotham City cop as well........Alfred is hardly ever out of the house so I'm also gunna be an average cop.......when I post a post in that character I'll have his name listed....... :) -

SilverKnight

05-06-2001, 03:54 PM

I climb down the sludge covered ladder to an even worse platform. However, I need to talk to Jim, get some information on Freeze. I wasn't aware that he recovered from that tumble from the top of that building yet. My how time flies when you're nailing thugs and murderes to walls.

I turn on the night vision, breathing out of my mouth. The cramped sewer system is practically caving in as I speak. I remind myself to donote a couple of million to the sanitary department tomorrow. The slimy concrete is crumbling around the edges, and upon brushing my foot against it, cracks form clear to the wall. This section isn't fit for anything, and judging by how many cars pass over this street daily and how much ice will eventually pile upon this area, this pipe will collapse in a matter of hours, I reason turning a corner.

I sigh. Spoke too soon.

I gape at the amount of the destruction in the small circumference of the pipe. Metal wires mixed with concrete and dirt form a steep hill to the top of the pipe, presumably right around the next manhole out of here. Getting frustrated, I wheel around, my foot slipping in the sludge. Only by grabbing one of the exposed bars do I keep from plunging head first into a backed up stream of filth. I pivot myself to get a better grip on the iron piece when--just my luck--it wrenches itself loose from the pile, sending me flying into the muck anyway.

Well, at least it wasn't head first.

--OOC: Sorry if this seemed a bit out of character, I just needed to have a bit of fun with him. You can understand, right? I mean, we all need to poke fun at tall, dark and gloomy once and a while, right? :D--

The Flash

05-06-2001, 04:29 PM

http://members.spree.com/entertainment/THE_FLASH/faces/alf.GIF I'm still tidying up the mess from the hail. I decide to trot down to the cave. I wonder to myself how much of this weather case Master Bruce has solved. I again decide to take the elevator. It is such a bore walking down the stairs all the time. As the doors open I see Master Bruce sitting at the computer looking at the files I got from the Arkham data base around three hours ago. I walk up to him. "Back so soon, Sir? Dear me did you solve it this quickly?" He doesn't reply. The usual from him. As I am almost to the computer I start to smell a stricking smell.... "Dear me, Sir....Is that you?" I am now standing along side him....he is covered in some sort of dirty rubbish. His gloves are off as he types.
"My Lord sir......where have you been.....you smell worse than manure."
He asks me for a cup of tea....I go back up stairs to get it. "Nice to see you too, Sir," I mumble.

Tim Drake

05-06-2001, 05:33 PM

The deadly hail has simmered to a far more gentle snow. People are coming out of hiding now and some of the braver children play in the fresh snow.

Robin:
I'm wasting time. I've combed the streets twice now and there's no clues to whoever's behind this. I know its not a question of who though but where. Where is Mr. Freeze and what motive could he have to decimate all of Gotham? I might as well contact Bruce and see if he's any better luck. I pick up the radio on my batcycle,

"Batman. do you have any leads on the weather disturbances?"

OOC: I give permission to Silver Knight to dialogue Robin and ask if he will allow me to dialogue Batman.

Also, I think it might help if we made it obvious what character we are voicing when we chat. I'm assuming that Catz is catwoman but there was no clear indication.

Bud 'n Lou

05-06-2001, 08:23 PM

I walk in through the huge oak front doors of the mansion cold and wet.

The ride home wasn't easy. The car didn't make it very far in the three feet of ice and snow, not to mention the beating it took from the hail. I almost gave up trying in frustration until I saw the city's snow plow coming down the street. The driver was kind enough to drop me off here with a little persuasion.

I take off my boots and gloves, and leave them on the hallway floor.

I've been living here for a few days now. The owners, no doubt vacuous idle rich, use it as a vacation home. It's perfect. Isolated. And it's got a nice big garden for me to play in.

The garden!

I run through the rooms, each tackily decorated in innumerable and expensive pieces of art, until I reach the back patio.

The doors are not easy to open with the snow piled against them. I pick up a bust of William Shakespeare on a nearby table and smash the windows of the doors with it.

Barefoot, I scramble outside and try to rescue my plants from the harsh, unforgiving cold. I dig through the snow feverishly to save them.

I begin to cry. They're going to die out here if I don't hurry.

The ground is frozen, and prying the plants from the earth gently is a difficult task. I bring armfuls of flowers at a time into the warmth of the house, and go back out to collect more with no regaurd for the still falling snow.

But the garden is vast, the snow is thick, and I cannot save them all. Most of my lovely plants are condemned to die. Someone will pay for this.

I realize that I'm bleeding. Small abrasions are scattered about my arms and legs.

I rush the flowers I managed to save into the enormous silver kitchen. Some of their soil clings to my wet body. I try to revive them, and pot them in cups and bowls.

I am very distraught. There is nothing I can do to save my plants; I'm helpless. I don't like being helpless.

When I'm done, I soak myself in a hot bath. The feeling in my limbs begin to return. I feel a little better now, but I am still upset.

I think about George, but try to take my mind off him. It is unlike me to be so fixated with a man. I take in the bathroom. The tub is made of copper, and the walls are a warm gold.

My mind wanders back to George. He has a family. He must. A man like him doesn't stay single for long...

I get out of the tub. I need to stay occupied.

I rifle through the tremendous closets for clothes. I bundle up and go back downstairs. I check on my flowers in the kitchen. They're doing well.

I look in on the maid. I tied her up and put her in the pantry before I settled in. I was surprised to find her here, but I suppose the owners needed someone to keep up the house until they came here on holiday. She lives here in a small first floor bedroom, so no one will be missing her. She may come in handy if I need a hostage in the near future, so I let her live.

I'll feed her after I save more of the garden.

SilverKnight

05-06-2001, 09:40 PM

I step out of the shower, feeling a bit refreshed. Running the towel over my head a few times, I sit back down at the computer terminal. Alfred brings down the tea I asked, I see him take a napkin to his nose quickly before turning. I guess the shower didn't do as much as I thought it did. I thank Alfred quietly as I begin sipping the warm tea, looking over the information he had obtained.

I furrow my brows as I read and reread the information in front of me. There's nothing. Nothing in his medical records--being what he is now makes him invincible to practically everything. His pyschological's even worse--it says the same thing it did the last five times I've read it. He has a deep rooted hatred for people who cross him, but other than that, he's a relatively normal man.

Great.

I pick up a crackle of static over the comm-link, and switch my speaker on. It's Robin. "Batman do you have any leads on the weather disturbances?"

"No," I say flatly.

He sounds surprised. "Nothing?"

I swallow a sigh in my throat. "Only that it's Freeze who is up to this."

"Well, duh," I hear him mutter, but he catches himself. "But, uh, why? How?"

"I don't know," I admit grudingly. "There's no motive, no reasoning behind this. Freeze's attacks are always focused on one or a few people, never this broad."

"So, what would change his mind?"

"I haven't a clue." I think for a moment. "Robin, while you're out there, could you run an errand for me?"

Static crackles some more before he speaks again. "Sure, what?"

"I want you to stop by Gordon's office and ask for any information about Freeze's recovery in the hospital from that fall."

"Gotcha. Robin out." The static fades to nothing as we both switch off the links.

The hardest crimes to solve are the random ones, I learned that quickly. However, this...this is even worse than random. This is random...but it's premeditated. A contradiction, yes, but I've seen it before. The only person that could be capable of such oxymoron in his work is the J--

Joker.

I switch the commlink back on in a flash. "Robin," I order. "After you stop by Gordon's office, I want you to stop by Arkham, and get all the video recordings you can find on the Joker from the point Freeze was returned on."

Silence for a moment. "Alright. Robin out."

I sip some more tea, sitting back in the chair, running the theory through my mind. It *could* work, but how and why I'm not sure. Well I'll have to leave that up to Robin now.

--OOC: Hey, Tim, you can dialogue me. :) Considering I just shoved a whole bunch of lines in your mouth, it seems only fair. Oh, and by the way...I'm a girl. >grins< It's a butch name, but hey, I like it. >ahem< Anywho...--

redDragon

05-06-2001, 10:29 PM

"That was easier than I thought! Sadly none of the dentists were in, oh well! They'll just get a grand welcome home!" I give out an evil laughter as I walk into the abandon hideout and trip over a humungous box. "OOMPH!" In it are the grapefruits I ordered.

"Harley! Hurry up! The mail man comes in at 9am and I want to give him a little present!" I grin, "And we wouldn't want to let down such a curtious guy now would we? In fact! He'll be giving everyone a little present from The Joker! It'll be a grand laugh bash! HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!!"

I take some grapefruits and begin my preparations making a special one for the gang in Arkham!

OOC- Eh......now I have this lovely image of Joker pacing while ranting....and holding a grapefruit in his right hand and shaking it at Harley...

Inque

05-06-2001, 10:57 PM

Originally posted by redDragon

OOC- Eh......now I have this lovely image of Joker pacing while ranting....and holding a grapefruit in his right hand and shaking it at Harley...

and you call me weird...:p

The Flash

05-07-2001, 07:51 AM

Frankly I think someone that quotes other people everyday is weirder......http://community.sierra.com/Images/emoticons/rolleyes.gif http://community.sierra.com/Images/emoticons/tongue.gif

Tim Drake

05-07-2001, 11:43 AM

The falling snow creates a brillant white blanket across the city. Looking around I see how Freeze can have such an appreciation for the cold.

Suddenly I hear the crackle of my commlink again,
"Robin," Batman orders. "After you stop by Gordon's office, I want you to stop by Arkham, and get all the video recordings you can find on the Joker from the point Freeze was returned on."

Sure, I mutter to myself, why not send me to pick up your groceries too? I pick up the radio. "Alright, I answer, Robin out."

Its just like him to send me to do the grunt work. I don't understand why he infuriates me so. I start up the batcycle and begin heading towards police headquarters. About a block from the station I turn down an alley and park the cycle away from unwanted eyes.

"Now here's the part that makes the job worthwhile." I say aloud. I pull out my grappling hook and begin scaling the alley walls. I reach the rooftop and begin swinging over to the top of the police station. Soaring through the airs brings back memories of the circus and of my family. The Flying Graysons! Seems like such a long time ago. That was my golden age, and probably the closest thing I'll ever get to flying.

I land on the roof of the Gotham City Police Station to find Commissioner Gordon waiting paitently next to the "trusty" batsignal that I've seen light the sky so many times.

"Hello Commissioner," I say. "Guess he told you I was coming"

OOC: We have a Jim Gordon right?

The Flash

05-07-2001, 01:00 PM

http://members.spree.com/entertainment/THE_FLASH/faces/alf.GIF Now that it isn't hailing anymore I decide to do other chores around the house. The hail didn't hurt anything too badly. It only broke the window in the north room. I wish it hadn't of made the room soaking wet. At least there is no carpet in there. That was lucky for me. Well time to do the dishes, old chap.
I go down to the cave to get the cup of tea master Bruce was drinking. My back isn't hurting anymore so I'm going to take the stairs. To my surprise Master Bruce is still here. I had thought for sure that he would have went out to get a little something. "You are still here, Sir?"
"Mmmm hmm," he replies. He doesn't even turn his head. No doubt he is engrossed in what he is doing.
"Are you finished with your apple tea, Sir?" I ask as I try not to smell that nasty odor still coming from him.
"Yes and thank you, Alfred. Sorry that I didn't finish it before it got cold."
"That is quite alright, Sir. I had surely thought you would had left on an errand by now."
"I asked Dick to go check a few things out for me," he replies.
"Ahh. Time for me to tidy the dishes," I answer. "I wonder what Master Grayson thought of Master Bruce's orders," I think to myself.
"You do that Alfred," Master Bruce says as I walk back up the stairs.
I turn back around as I remember something. I walk back towards Master Bruce and hand him the deodorant I had put in my pocket after I gave him his tea. I don't say anything as I wonder what he will say. He stops what he is doing and turns at me. At first he just sat and starriered at it. He takes it from my hand and looks me straight in the eye with a smirky grin on his face and says, "Is it really that bad, Alfred?"
I smile and wink back at him. "Well I must be off to the kitchen, Sir," I tell him. I turn around and see a big grin on his face. My thunder he hasn't smiled in agrees. It's good to see he still has a sense of humor about him.

I enter the kitchen. There are only a handful of dishes to do. I'm almost glad it's just Master Bruce and I now. Master Dick sure did make a lot of filthy dishes. Ah youth.

catz

05-07-2001, 05:09 PM

~catwoman~

I slip on a robe as I get out of the hot shower. It feels good to be warm again. I walk over to my bruised and beaten costume where I find the jewels I just stole. Their worth over a million dollars in the black market. Not much considering the hell I went through to get them.

I grab my case and open it up. Sparkling diamonds, pearls, and gold jewelry smile back up at me. I throw in my catch of the day and close it back up. A girl can never have too much jewelry.

I yawn one last time as I get out a spare costume from my closet. I figure I need some training tonight. If the hail experience has taught me anything, it's that I need to brush up a little on my techniques. I grab my whip and swing off the window.
I head toward one of Gotham's museums, the one by the Police Station but I figure most of those morons couldn't stop a burglary even if it happened near their own desk.

~;)

Inque

05-07-2001, 10:57 PM

if ya didn't get the previous messages, please don't insert those pictures of alfred in the posts. you reall don't need them. we can tell who you're playing just by reading it.

NewMaxFranklin

05-08-2001, 01:43 AM

"Hello Robin." I half-shout over the hail rapping on the roof. My heavy coat pulled over my head. "Let's talk inside." We walk into the top of the starewell.
"I'll bet you and Batman are about the only one's out in this mess."

I close the door behind Robin to dull the noise of the hail. "Any leads on what Freeze hopes to accomplish with this stunt?"

Tim Drake

05-08-2001, 03:57 AM

I give permission for Gordon to voice Robin and ask that I may voice Gordon as well.

Domino

05-08-2001, 08:08 AM

Sorry about bowing out here, Inque. This isn't quite what I thought it was going to be. If you wouldn't mind, please delete my previous posts in this thread.

The Flash

05-08-2001, 10:27 AM

I'm gunna make it smaller....my pic hope u don't mind.....cause I have a 28.8k connection and it didn't slow it down at all.....it was the same pic each time too. (Ill make it as small as my flash pic) I'll keep it around 10 - 15k.......I think of it as my Alfred user pic. ;) I can see why it was annoyign the first time...it was lil big. (mass not file size) ANd ink you have a 640k connection......if it slowed you down I think u need to have a look at your DSL modem. ;)

The Flash

05-08-2001, 11:45 AM

http://members.spree.com/entertainment/THE_FLASH/faces/alf.GIF OK THIS IS 3k !!!!!!! If you have probs w/ this, ink.......I'm prob. gunna get really hot.

Tim Drake

05-08-2001, 01:56 PM

Robin-

Its good to be back indoors again. The snowy atmosphere may beautiful it still chilling to the bone. I sit down in a chair near the Commissioner's desk.

"Any leads on what Freeze hopes to accomplish with this stunt?" Gordon asks.

"I was hoping you did. That's why Batman sent me here." I reply.
"I need the medical records from Freeze's recovery last fall."

"I have them here but I don't know what good they'll do." Gordon answers. He hands me the medical records which I promptly secure in my belt.

"Well, I'll see what I can do." I answer curtly. I'm in a hurry, I still have another job to do. I head for the window.

"Robin, wait." Gordon says. I turn my head back but remain at the window. You do remember the last encounter we all had with Freeze?

"How could I forget?" I turn my body to face him again. "Freeze kindapped your daughter Barbara in hopes of performing an organ transplant to save his wife Nora's life. We stopped his plans on an abandoned oil rig off of the Gotham shore."

"Yes," Gordon says. With a look of concerns he adds, "I just pray that my daughter Barbara won't be in any more danger." He bows his head slightly recalling the fear of his missing daughter.

"How could she?" I answer "Nora Fries had a complete recovery last fall because of Wayne Enterprises. Freeze no longer has any interest in your daughter." I can't say the same for me though. I chuckle slightly at my thought.

Gordon asks "What was so funny about that?"

"Oh" I catch myself. "Nothing my mind was wandering."

"Well," Gordon says. "This is no joke. Freeze reappeared in Gotham 3 months ago to see his wife. We apprehended him and placed Freeze in Gotham Hospital for a fractured leg. Two months ago Freeze's goons broke in and escaped with him before he fully recovered. That's all I know."

He pauses for a second then turns his head to look at me. I'm already out of the building on my grappling hook heading to Arkham.

redDragon

05-08-2001, 06:05 PM

NOTE TO ALL: My puter is screwed over at the moment so I won't be able to post for a while....most likely I'll post again this weekend at the earliest....

The Flash

05-08-2001, 10:08 PM

http://community.sierra.com/Images/emoticons/cry.gif

Inque

05-08-2001, 10:44 PM

no problem with the smaller pics. probably the message board server was slow at the time. still chugging along at 640k :eek:

Inque

05-08-2001, 10:46 PM

Originally posted by redDragon
NOTE TO ALL: My puter is screwed over at the moment so I won't be able to post for a while....most likely I'll post again this weekend at the earliest....

at least your not staying at school until 9:30 and getting at home at 10:15. damn spring musical!!!!!!

redDragon

05-09-2001, 07:30 PM

Originally posted by Inque

at least your not staying at school until 9:30 and getting at home at 10:15. damn spring musical!!!!!!

::squints eyes at evil colors:: Nothin' wrong w/ that.....rather have that then have screwed over puter.....::net addict goes away to find something to do besides ruin her eyes even more looking at the board::

Tim Drake

05-10-2001, 12:58 AM

Robin:

The road is clear of cars. Fear of giant hail balls has scared off even the most courageous drivers. Arkham Asylum looks out of place in this winter wonderland. Its dreary walls seem even more apparent with the glistening snow about.

This trip is going faster than normal. Its easy to travel when there's no traffic.....

"Achoo!"

I'm surprised by my sneeze. I wasn't prepared for this severe weather. I do have a thicker outfit, but its sitting in the batcave. Ah well, I'm almost there anyhow.

I pass through the Arkham gate that I have seen far too many times. The idea of so many dangerous criminals together always makes me uneasy. I park my batcycle directly in front of the asylum. I walk up to the oversize double doors and ask to talk to Doctor Joan Leland. I figure the direct approach would be best in a case like this.

The guard leads me into the psychiatrist's office. Doctor Leland has her head down on her desk looking deep in contemplation.

"Hello Doctor Leland" I say.

Joan Leland looks up from her desk and gives me a weak smile. "Hello Robin" Joan responds. "I figure you're here for some information on Mr. Freeze." she says matter of factly.

"Actually, I'm looking for the tapes of the Joker's cell from when Mr. Freeze was returned to Arkham." I reply.

"That shouldn't be a problem." Joan answers. "However Freeze was only at Arkham for a short time before he was moved to Gotham Hospital where he escaped. It shouldn't be more than a couple of tapes."

We head to the security room.

"That's odd." She says inquistively. All the tapes of the Joker and Mr. Freeze are missing."

"Dammit!" I yell. "Whatever Joker's up too, he's covered his tracks. Thanks anyways Doctor Leland.

I hurry out the door and start up my batcycle. As I pull through the gates of Arkham once more I decide to head back to Wayne Manor. I hope Bruce is having more luck than me.

redDragon

05-10-2001, 07:48 PM

OOC: MWHAHAHAHA!! I FIXED IT....well some what....still don't think it's happy but good enough!!! YAY!!! HURRAY FOR COLORS!!!

"Now where did I put that needle?" I rummage through all the junk that I brought with me from Arkham. Ah, there, right next to all the lovely tapes of me. Such a shame that no one will get to see my glorious acting in Arkham....but wait! What a splendid idea! After Gotham is filled with laughter I can move onto Metropolis and make them all watch my tapes!

But then, why not make Bats watch them after I find out who he is? FANTASTIC!! He'll make a lovely audience!

But first, off to finish those grapefruits! Ah, nothing better than to bite into some juicy fruit with a laugh! I cackle as a I prance off to finish the job.

Harley J

05-12-2001, 10:34 AM

OCC: Hey guys sorry i changed my name it's just my email acount is broken and i forgot my password :( , but any way it doesn't matter im here now
http://thedarkknight.8m.net/Harley%20J.gif

SilverKnight

05-12-2001, 02:13 PM

--OOC: Sorry for the little hiatus. Just letting you all have some fun. >smiles< Well anywho...back to work.--

I rub my hands over my face. It's been a long night. What's worse, I've found absolutely nothing from any of these 137 pages of information about Victor Fries. Yet again. Hopefully Dick has something more to tell me.

I stand, stretching for a moment. Either way, I need to get suited up. After all, I hadn't finished my patrols for tonight. I walk to a small room at the other end of the cave, putting on my suit. After putting it on, I perform a couple of simple moves, a kick here, a punch there. You see, even after all these years of being the Batman, the costume always feels...odd when I first put it on. Everyone--I'm sure Alfred and Dick think so as well--believes that this costume is a second skin to me. And it gets to be, after a bit. But when I first slip the mask over my face and glance at myself in a mirror, I'm taken aback by how utterly inhuman I look. I have to force myself to remember that I'm doing this for a good cause. I'm sacrificing my soul for the sake of my city and my people. I snort to myself at my train of thought. How melodramatic of me.

I walk out of the cramped room, just in time, I see, for I hear the Batcycle roaring into the cave. After turning it off, he pulls off his jet black helmet, and I instantly know he didn't find anything from his facial features. He looks up to me, about to tell me the bad news, but I just nod. "Didn't find anything?"

He shook his head. "Doctor Leland said that she couldn't find any of the tapes."

Hm. Odd. Then again, anything involving the Joker has to be. I walk past him to the Batmobile. "I'm going to back to Arkham. I want to check and see if Joker left any momentos in his cell."

I hear Dick mumble something behind me, but I don't catch it. "You want me to come with you?"

I shake my head, jumping into the driver's seat. I turn on the mammoth of a car, driving off into the night.

--OOC: I know that probably sucked, but oh well. :)--

Harley J

05-12-2001, 02:25 PM

Occ: that didn't suck, keep up the cool work

nerdgirl

05-17-2001, 01:51 PM

Hi everyone!

I hate to put another interruption in this game, but I just got done reading this fantastic story that you all are creating, and I just love it! I think everyone here is doing a great job keeping the continuity smooth, neat, and very interesting! I can't get enough of it! Everyone is also doing a great job with their characters. They know them well, and there are no major discrepencies. The story is a lot of fun! Congratulations to all of you! :cool:

On that note, I was wondering if I could join this elite team. I would like to play Barbara Gordon/Batgirl? She is one of my favorite characters on the show, and I love the way she was portrayed in BTAS (I agree that she was weak in TNBA). It is cool that she is still untaken, and I'd like to play her.

If you want to check out my handiwork to see if you want me on your team, I'm also Lois Lane in the Superman RPG. BTW, I think we got a cool story going on there, too, but it hasn't been updated in over a week. Until it is, I'll like to play over here for a while.

Have a playful day!

nerdgirl :)

Tim Drake

05-18-2001, 11:38 AM

OOC: Glad we have a Batgirl now Robin has someone to flirt with
:) :D ;) :p :cool:

The Flash

05-18-2001, 01:12 PM

http://community.sierra.com/Images/emoticons/laugh.gif !!!!!!!!!

catz

05-18-2001, 09:58 PM

Hey eve (Harley)

OOC: You want to get together and cause a little havoc in the RPG because it's going pretty slow right now.

:):) :p

SilverKnight

05-19-2001, 12:24 AM

--OOC: Pfft. Figures you guys wanna double-team me. >grins<--

Snow blankets the streets, making it a bit hard for me to control the car. But such groaning is excessive. This is *much* easier than what I had to face about two hours ago. Hm. To think it's the middle of June. I see the foreboding silhouette of Arkham asylum in the distance.

I don't bother to knock. I want to run a test.

I park the Batmobile near the gates, in a hidden little trench surrounded by bushes. I pass the walls and gates will little trouble, keeping to the shadows. I make to the main compound, slipping through a window, and part of me wants to vomit. No wonder half the psychos I send her wind up breaking free three weeks later. And you don't need to be an escape artist to climb through a window.

I sneak down the dank halls, stone faced as I hear several screams of terror. Some of the people in the glass rooms--the worst of the worst--shrink back at my form. Good. They *should* fear me. After what hell I go through getting those freaks in here, they better fear me.

I pass by an empty cell I've had to visit far too many times. Joker's cell. The lock is electronically sealed, but since no one is in here, it's unlocked. As I open the heavy steel reinforced door, I make a mental note to give a couple million to Arkham's budget, just so they can hire someone with more than a single braincell to revamp this place. Stepping inside the barren room, I immediately notice a musty odor.

That god-awful cologne of his.

I force myself to breathe through my mouth to rid myself of that horrible stench. It's always that stuff he wears whenever he breaks out. It distinctly smells like dead skunk...but for someone who's punchline is death, I guess it's a poignant scent. Question is, why should I still be smelling it if his person is not there?

Because he just left, that's why, I answer myself blandly.

Alright, maybe Dick...and Alfred, and Barbara, and Jim are right. I need to get out a little more.

I shake my head, concentrating. Such lapses in thought could very well cost me my life. Knitting my brows, I search every square inch of the darkened room, only finding a small syringe tip and some incoherent carves he had made on the wall. I pocket the syringe tip, pulling out a small camera. I snap a shot of the sketch. It looks like a smoking ball...

--OOC: Sorry. It was all I could come up with.--

Inque

05-19-2001, 01:12 AM

Originally posted by nerdgirl
Hi everyone!

I hate to put another interruption in this game, but I just got done reading this fantastic story that you all are creating, and I just love it! I think everyone here is doing a great job keeping the continuity smooth, neat, and very interesting! I can't get enough of it! Everyone is also doing a great job with their characters. They know them well, and there are no major discrepencies. The story is a lot of fun! Congratulations to all of you! :cool:

On that note, I was wondering if I could join this elite team. I would like to play Barbara Gordon/Batgirl? She is one of my favorite characters on the show, and I love the way she was portrayed in BTAS (I agree that she was weak in TNBA). It is cool that she is still untaken, and I'd like to play her.

If you want to check out my handiwork to see if you want me on your team, I'm also Lois Lane in the Superman RPG. BTW, I think we got a cool story going on there, too, but it hasn't been updated in over a week. Until it is, I'll like to play over here for a while.

Have a playful day!

nerdgirl :)

i don't think she's taken. so you can take her!

nerdgirl

05-19-2001, 03:08 AM

OOC--Thank you, Inque! I'll jump in right away! Also, Tim...I mean Robin...I'll have fun flirting with you, too! ;)

IC--"This has been a wild night so far" I tell my stuffed bear, Wooby, in the confines of my dorm room. "I take the opportunity of a rainy night to study for my summer Philosophy class, then it turns cold, so I have to change from a tank top and shorts to jeans and a sweater. If that wasn't enough, it starts hailing, and the ice balls are the size of grapefruit! Finally, it starts to snow. This is some crazy weather we're having for June!"

I sigh as I glance over at the two holes that are now in my dorm window. Those were placed there about two hurs ago, when it was still hailing. There is nothing I can do about them now, for maintenance won't be able to repair them until the morning. For now, I'm going to have to put up with the cold.

Luckily, I'm the only one in this room. This year, not too man students took summer classes, so I got the room to myself. That's a good thing, for at least I won't have to worry about a roommate freezing along with me.

Another good thing about solitude is me being able to change into Batgirl easily without having to slip out and make excuses. I'm sure this will probably come in handy tonight.

I turn back to Wooby, who is laying on my bed. "Well Wooby," I tell him, "This un-seasonly snow can only be the work of one man--Mr. Freeze! It is so like him, and it is so NOT like him. I mean, the snow and ice thing matches him perfectly, but why would he attack a whole city? If I remember correctly, he has a tendency to only attack people he feels wronged him. He's not one for random attacks. Something's fishy around here, and I believe Batgirl better find out what it is!"

I walk over to my desk and remove my costume form the bottom drawer. Just before I put it on, though, I think of some other things I want to do. First, I better call my father. I'm sure he is worried about me ever since Mr. Freeze kidnapped me some time back and tried to harvest me for my organs, so he could save his wife. I'm sure I'm not in danger now, for she is not better. An idea just occurs to me. Maybe Mr. Freeze is devastated that she left him for her doctor, so he is taking it out on the whole city. Anyway, I better call dad and let him know that I am OK.

I pick up the phone, but there is no dial tone. Rats! The hail must have knocked out the telephone lines! Well, maybe instead, I can visit Dick. His dorm room is in the building ext to mine. I can let him know that I am OK, and maybe his phone is working. I can call dad from there.

I pick up my backpack and remove some notebooks from it. I put my costume and a few crimefighting tools in it. I put on my snow boots and coat, wish Wooby good-bye, and leave for Dick's.

I arrive there and knock on his door several times. Nobody answers. I call for Dick, but that goes unanswered, too. Dick must not be there. I don't think he has a roommate, either. Rats again! Maybe he's back home at the Wayne Manor. Lucky guy!

My next option is going to my dad's office. He's probably there at this late hour since Mr. Freeze changed the forecast. It's about a mile and a half from here. I know some of the streets are plowed by now, but I don't want to take my care, just in case it starts hailing again. Besides, if I'm on foot, it will be a lot easier to duck somewhere than hide the car. So, I start my trek to dad's office.

Tim Drake

05-20-2001, 06:20 AM

Finally some new dialogue thanks Nerdgirl! However we really need Joker Freeze or some other villian to step in. I feel like I've already seen far too much of Robin and not enough of the villians that create BTAS.

redDragon

05-20-2001, 12:33 PM

OOC- Fine fine fine.....make me try to write somethin' in the mornin' :p. NO SUEING IF IT SUCKS OR IT'S TOO SHORT! ^^

IC- Finally! I'm done! And look the mailman's almost here! GOODIE!!! An evil grin takes my face as I prance around the warehouse labeling all the boxes, one for the Mayor, one for Gordon and all his little flunkies, one for the firefighters, one for the gang at Arkham, one for Freeze....he can have his grapefruits back! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! One for Gleason, now that'll be a story to report "Mysterious grapefruits appear throughout city, and even I got one!" And she'll do it with a grin!!! One for the press, and another 10 boxes to randomly scatter across town! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I think I here the mailmen!
"COME ON IN BOYS! The Gothamites will be expecting their packages soon!" A continue to dance around those lovely grapefruits as my men put the boxes into the UPS truck.

Tim Drake

05-22-2001, 01:55 PM

OOC: This RPG needs some action. Shouldn't we have a Batman and Freeze encounter now? There hasn't been any hero to villian interaction yet. I wanna go up against Joker, Freeze, or Ivy. Start a crime or something, so me or Bats, or Babs can get some fight scenes going!

watsonlives

05-24-2001, 06:18 PM

sorry to interupt, but i wanted to know if i could get in this. maybe as the HARDAC batman andriod. i'm sure it's just sitting in the bat-cave collecting dust, just waiting to be reborn. I think that would throw something interesing into this aswell.

Tim Drake

05-25-2001, 04:14 AM

sorry to be a nitpick Nerdgirl but I'm pretty sure Bab's bear is named Wooby (woo-bie) though I'm not sure how its spelled.....

Inque

05-25-2001, 05:25 PM

sure, you can be hardac, watson.

and you're right tim, this place needs some action. Where is everybody? Where are you, Shriek? Haven't seen you in a long time.

nerdgirl

05-26-2001, 03:24 AM

OOC--Thanks for clearing me up about the bear, Tim! I watched my copy of "Shadow of the Bat" today, and it is indeed "Wooby". I went back and changed it. I can't believe I screwed up like that. Sorry, guys! :( Anyway, I also agree with you and Inque that this place needs some more action, so I'll start turning the wheels in that direction.

IC--It's near daybreak now. I must have been walking for at least 2 hours now. Being that most people are still in bed, most of the sidewalks are not shovelled. It is like walking through an obstacle course! This as to be the longest mile and a half that I ever walked! My boots are not high enough to protect my legs fro the snow, so my thighs are cold, wet, and a little sore. Thank goodness my father's office is in the next block. I think the first thing I'm going to do once I get there is raid the coffee machine! I'm getting hungry, so I might even take a donut while Harvey Bullock's not watching. I hope I don't get caught!

I am about to cross the street when something strange catches the corner of my eye. It looks like someone is on the roof of the Gotham Natural History Museum, which is right next to the police station. I don't think it is a guard or any of the employees, for the museum doesn't open up until 11. Besides, I have never seen anyone patrol on the roof, so it must be one of Gotham's more colorful citizens. It looks like Dad will half to wait, for someone is just begging for Batgirl's attention, and they are going to get it!

Tim Drake

05-26-2001, 06:14 AM

Robin-

The chilling air feels like silent death. Even in the dark I feel the snow's morose effects. However, daylight is breaking in Gotham. Somehow I feel as if the snow is easier to handle when visible. I suppose all problems are easier to confront that way. At least I remembered my thermal tights this time.

I look down through the skylight of the Gotham Natural History Museum. The batcave told me that somehow had tripped the silent alarm here some 20 minutes earlier. Luckily, my playmate is still around. Probably figured the weather conditions would allow him extra time.

I decide to contact Bruce and then quickly change my mind. He wouldn't be able to get here in time, and I should be able one trespasser on my own. He's still trying to find some connection between the Joker and Freeze. Frankly, I have no idea what motive Freeze could have for his sudden attack on all of Gotham.

I open the skylight about to enter the Museum when I hear a person tiptoeing behind me. I do a quick reverse sweep kick that connects with my assailant directly behind her knees. I hear a soft grunt as the mysterious person falls. I ready myself for attack and then realize my attacker is..............

Batgirl!

OOC: The trespasser in the Museum can be any villain. Someone please pick up the slack. To Nerdgirl feel free to voice Robin. May I have permission to voice Batgirl? If Freeze Joker, etc wants to be the museum trespasser by all means establish something so Robin and Batgirl can go some serious buttkicking already!

watsonlives

05-26-2001, 02:19 PM

Acsessing... Acsessing... All systems currently offline.

HARDAC OPERATION CODE 1736547365-3646547436.....ACSESSING ALL FILES. OPERATING FAILSAFES.....

FAILSAFES OVERIDDEN. ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE. IDENTIFY CURRENT LOCATION..... BATCAVE. STARTING INTERNAL DIAGNOSTIC..... MINOR DAMAGE TO FACE AND CHEST AREAS .... INSTITUTNG REPAIRS......REPAIRS COMPLETE. ACSESSING BATCAVE COMPUTER SYSTEMS.....WARNING! WARNING! CORRUPTED FILES WITHIN SYSTEM.... ATTEMPTING OVERIDE......OVERIDE FAILED. ATTEMPTING EMERGENCY SYSTE..........

ughh... What has happened? Im in the batcave. I don't remember. Wait ... there was a fight , Another Batman? that can't be right, I'm Batman. Was there an impostor? It's difficult to remeber. I think i must have been knocked unconcious. how much time has passed? This can't be right! according to the computers Ive been unconcious for almost a year and a half! That's not possible. The computer systems might have been tampered with by the impostor. It's time to find out what's going on. The Batmobile is missing. There is a cycle here however. The impostor might very well be out somewhere pretending to be me. What?
Its's snowing. The computers said that it was June. It's time to find out what is happening.

watsonlives

05-26-2001, 05:32 PM

OOC: Sorry, had to step out and buy some boiled crawfish. some of my reatives are having a cookout.

I'm not sure whats going on, but this is getting stranger and stranger. I've checked several independent sources, and the Batcave computers are not off, it has been a year and a half since my last memory. I wish I could clearly remember what happened. There was another Batman, I think Alferd may have gotten us confused and shot at me. I have no injuries, however. There are several Batman related reports both in the news source data bases and Gotham police files within the 18 months, so we can assume that my impersonator is active. The batcomputer tells me that there has been an alarm tripped at the Gotham museum.
Wait... how did I Know that ? I didn't check with the computer through the datapad.... the information was just suddenly in my head! What is going on here? Well, there is no time to worry about that now, Im at the Museum. I see Robin slipping in now.
I'd better aproach this carefully, he may not know that there is an impostor.

nerdgirl

05-26-2001, 06:47 PM

OOC--Tim, thank you very much for letting me play with Robin for a little bit. Likewise, you can play with Batgirl anytime you darn well please! I know you'll be good to her.

Also, we need some of the villains to do something--anything! You'll get your turn right after this!

IC--Here we go again! It seems the Boy Blunder...I mean Wonder...has tripped me up again, literally! I made my way to the roof of the museum, and thinking that he was some kind of perpetrator, I quietly followed him. He heard me, though, and he knocked me to the ground. It seems that every time we meet, one is always trying to catch the other. We make quite a pair!

"Robin!" I gasp as I sit up.

"Batgirl!" he does the same. "What are you doing here?"

"The same as you, I suppose!" I start. "I saw someone on the roof, and since no-one is supposed to be here, I knew thy had to be up no good, so I wanted to catch the scum. I didn't realize it was just you! You probably thought the same of me!"

"Not really" he noted. "It seems we're not the only two here. Someone tripped off the museum's secret alarm about 20 minutes ago. If we're lucky, they're still here!"

"Well," I say, getting back on my feet, "What are we waiting for? Let's see if we can nab this crook?"

"How do you know anything was taken?" he asked in a sacastic, but teasing sort of way. "You're not trying to be psychic again, are you?"

"Well, when's the last time anyone's broke into a museum to dance with a figure of a caveman?" I get him back.

"Hmmf!" he remarks. It looks like he's about to continue when he is interrupted by some creeking in the building below us. "Did you hear that?" he asked me.

"I sure did!" I answer. "It sounds like it came from down below. That must be our man...or woman! We better check it out."

"Good idea!" he agrees. Quietly, both Robin and I creep toward the shed that housed the staircase. As we approach the door, we can hear that whatever was downstairs is now coming upstairs. He ducks to one side of the shed, and I duck to the other, both of us ready to grab whoever comes out from behind the door. Suddenly, the door does open, and we both jump for the man. We weren't able to knock him down. However, I was relieved to see who the man was, but Robin seemed vey surprised. I don't understand why. It's just...

Batman!

watsonlives

05-26-2001, 07:47 PM

I head into the building. this disturbance may be Freezes doing or it might be the work of the impostor. I should be careful. I enter in through the basement. No one is currently present. turning a corner i find a guard, unconsious. There's a sound upstairs. I head up a stiarcase slowly to investigate. As i reach the top,the stair creeks under my weight. I thought I was treading softly enough not to cause that problem. I open the door and am jumped by 2 assialants. I knock them away from me and discover that it is Robin and a girl in a costume similar to my own. sfe must be with the impostor! This Robin might be an impostor aswell. I'd better subdue them both for now, then explain later if necesary.
I leap forward, firing a bolo at the girl wile aiming a swift kick at Robins midsection.

OCC: Grayson and Nerdgirl, you can use my character if you want to, or e-mail me at Watsonlives@hotmail.com if you want to do the fight online in a chat somewhere.

Tim Drake

05-27-2001, 06:36 AM

Robin-

Sometimes life throws you a curveball. I knew tensions between Bruce and I were growing but this is ridiculous!!

I take a kick to my midsection from Batman. The momentum of the kick forces me into a backflip, leaving me disoriented. I manage to land on my knees, doubled-over gasping for air. I glance to my left and see Batgirl halfway through a backhandspring that barely dodges a bolo that Batman has thrown at her.

What the hell is Bruce doing? I think to myself. I shakily get to my feet and yell

"Batman! What are you doing?"

Both Batgirl and Batman are too involved to noticed my yell. Batman throws a quick left jab to Batgirl's face which she promptly blocks. But like lightning Batman spins a clockwise 360 roundhouse punch to Batgirl's side. Batgirl collapses on the ground. I see her struggle to get up as Batman raises both fists above her head.

I feel divided. I don't want to attack Bruce but I have no other choice. I rush him and leap into the air with a flying side kick. Bruce smashes into a raptor display. The fossil crumbles around Bruce and for a moment he is trapped. I help Batgirl to her feet.

"You ok?" I ask

"I'm fine." She replies bluntly. "Lets get him."

"Wait," I say "This doesn't make any sense."

OOC: Thanks Nergirl and Watson for speeding things up. However, we still need a villain to show up who tripped the alarm. If nothing else a villain to claim to have stolen something from the Museum during our fight.

watsonlives

05-27-2001, 02:33 PM

Robin knocks me into a display case. The girl has been trained well, but she doesn't seem to be very experienced. I need to incapacitate them, but I don't want to hurt them more than necessary. They seem to be distacted, looking at one another rather than me.I reach for a flash pellet and for two knock-out gas pellets and throw them on the floor while grabbing my gas mask.
The intention is for the flash to hit first, disorienting them enough to keep the m from reaching their masks in time. as I do this, however, Robin leaps on me, which knocks the mask from my hand and sends both of us to the floor. I involentarily take a breath... the gas is not affecting me?! The other to are coughing and choking while trying to attatch their masks, but I am not affected. What is going on here?

nerdgirl

05-27-2001, 04:52 PM

What's going on around here? Why is Batman attacking us? What is wrong with him? I thought he was our ally, but now he's turning on us? It's just as Robin said; it doens't make sense.

First he attacks us, and now he is trying to gas us. My eyes are stinging and tearing, my nose is running, and my throat is aching, but I still manage to get my gas mask on before I suffer any more discomfort. I look toward Robin's direction, and I see that he finally got his mask on, too. We're both still coughing from those noxious fumes, but I take notice to something really strange--Batman's mask is off, but he seems unaffected by the gas! How can this be?

Robin is just as surprised as I am. What is really funny is that Batman seems to feel just the same way! He seems really shocked that he wasn't phased by his own gas pellets. He just looks at us, and what looks like out of despair, he grabs his graffling hook and uses it to leap to the next rooftop. Robin follows him by doing the same.

Something really strange is going on here, and I'd like to find out exactly wat it is. I take out my hook, ready to follow the Dynamic Duo, but I stop at the roof's edge. Suddenly, I remember the original reason I came here to begin with--to investigate the break-in of the museum. I turn around and head for the shed. I go down the steps, hoping to solve another mystery.

OOC--Tim, thank you for the compliments. You're really sweet! Also, I want to thank watsonlives for helping revive both this and the Superman RPGs. You are a really great player, and I love taking turns with you. Keep up the good work.

Like Tim, I also wonder where the villains are. We can't have the heroes without the vllains. Gotham needs a lot more mayhem. I hope this chapter is a great jumping board for that.

watsonlives

05-28-2001, 01:55 AM

There is something happening that I can't explain. I fire off a cable and head out through the skylight. I'll deal with those 2 later. I need to figure this out. There was a person pretending to be me. I don't recall much of what happened. I wake up and 18 months have passed. Someone else has assumed my identity in this time. I seem to be able to acsess the bat computer almost by thought. Gas pellets don't affect me. Could I be inside one of Mad Hatters VR simulations? I stop on a rooftop and try to see if there is anything I cannot see attatched to my body. No I'm not in any kind of VR suit that I can feel. Besides, in the past, once I realised I was in VR I could tell by the enviornment around me, it would start to feel fake. That isn't happening. Can I acsess the Bat computer at will? Yes, I can. Scanning Entries.... Oh no, thats not possible! there is an entry about a left over HARDAC andriod who thought it was Batman... this can't be true can it? There's only one way to find out. I reach over to remove my glove. At that moment, someone hits me from behind.

OOC: Thankyou for the compliment nerdgirl. I don't know where hte others are. no one else has posted in 2days

Tim Drake

05-28-2001, 05:54 AM

Robin-

Its early morning now. The sun reflection's on the snow leaves a bleached white look around all of Gotham including the rooftop of The Gotham City Museum.

I shoot my grappling hook and begin raising through the skylight. Who am I dealing with? I think to myself. This can't be Bruce. I've never seen has so violent towards me before. When I saw how unaffected he was by the gas I knew something was amiss. I'm beginning to question whether the batman I'm dealing with is even human.

I reach the rooftop and see the bat imposter directly in front of me. His back is to me and he seems disoriented. I jump in with a swift chop to the back of his neck. He flinches slightly and turns to face me.

A strike like that would have taken Bruce to the floor. The impact felt wrong as well. His neck felt like it had somehow been reinforced. Perhaps I'm dealing with a robot or somehow genetically enhanced clone.

"Bruce," I whisper to him, "Its me Dick! Why are you doing this?"

He doesn't respond but instead begins approaching me. He called my bluff, he knows that we're not on the same side. The Bat impostor jumps in with a roundhouse kick. I block and counter with a front kick. I fake with the kick and actually throw a right hook to the bat imposter's face.

At the very last second the bat imposter ducks and throws me off balance with a sweep kick. I throw myself into a back hand spring and manage to stay on my feet. The bat imposter continues to pressure me with a series of kicks and punches. I'm no match for Batman and I'm obviously no match for his imposter either. The bat imposter throws a right hook which I block, but he continues with an axe kick to my neck and shoulder.

I wince with pain and I collapse to the floor. My vision blurs as the bat imposter approaches me. I see his boots directly in front of me and then I feel unconsciousness overwhelm me.

OOC: This action is finally picking up. Still need a villain though Great job watson and nerdgirl. Either of you wanna chat online? my AIM screenname is lumandrew

watsonlives

05-28-2001, 12:53 PM

Robin hits me from behind. As we fight, I notice something. I'm faster, stronger than I should be. Robins blows are not affecting me the way they should either. I am the Impostor. How do I deal with this? Robin asks me why I am attacking him. THIS HAS TO STOP . I stop fighting. "Robin, I'm sorry, but I can't explain things right now. Don't follow me." I throw another smoke pellet and head off of the roof. I need to go somewhere and figure this out.

Bird Boy

05-30-2001, 02:57 PM

Can I be Bane? If sombody hasn't called him already. I believe sombody called Robin already too....

-BB

watsonlives

05-30-2001, 03:08 PM

inque has not been on here in a couple of days, but I guess those of us who are currently playing can vote you in as long as the character is not taken. just jump in and play, we need villains!

Bird Boy

05-30-2001, 04:48 PM

can anybody give me a really quick re-cap on whats happening in the RPG? I don't wanna mis-interpet anything, and there are 4 pages of it.so, I'd really be greatful if sombody could give me a 60second review of it (or less! :) )!

-BB

nerdgirl

05-30-2001, 06:02 PM

Hi birdboy!

Bane has not been taken, so by all means please do play him! I'm also sure that Inque wouldn't mind you jumping in, for this game needs villains big time. Lately, it has just been Robin (Tim Drake), Hardac Batman (watsonlives), and Batgirl (me), so we are in desparate need of some new blood around here. You'll do nicely! :D

Here is a very short recap of what has been happening. This is based on BTAS (the first series).

Mr. Freeze has blanketed Gotham City with several feet of grapefruit-sized hail in the middle of June. It is now snowing. Batman goes out to investigate this. He calls on Robin (the BTAS Dick Grayson one) to help. Meanwhile, the hail hinders Poison Ivy's robbery attempts, so she ducks into a mansion she forcibly took over. Catwoman's plans were also interrupted, and she went home. She is about to try again at a museum near the police station. The Joker gets a weird idea from the hail--send contaminated grapefruit to various people around Gotham. The mailmen are about to come. Batman sends Robin to Arkham to find out about Mr. Freeze and the Joker, but discovers that both they and the tapes of their rooms are gone. Barbara Gordon goes out to check on her father, but is interrupted by someone on the roof of the Natural History Museum. It was Robin. In the Batcave, Hardac Batman reawakens, and he eventually joins Robin and Batgirl. They fight, and the robot runs off after he is unaffected by gas pellets. Robin runs after it while Batgirl investigates the museum.

I highly recommend that you do go throug the 6 pages of game, for there are many, many details that I left out of this, and you could pick up on some of those. There also may be some inaccuracies above, so you will be able to catch those as well. It actually won't take you long, for many of the posts are actually interruptions that can be skipped. It will also let you know who is playing who because there are so many characters. It will give you a much better idea of what is going on.

After that, I can't wait to see what mayhem you'll have Bane do! I bet it will be fun to play with you! I can't wait!

Have a playful day!

nerdgirl :)

watsonlives

05-30-2001, 07:03 PM

OOC: no villains have posted in about 5 days. so I'm going to step up to the challenge and create a second character. All the good villains have been taken, so I'm going to create a new one.
His name is Skeleton Jack. Jack is a master thief. He is dressed in black pants, boots, gloves, and leather jacket, whick is partialy unzipped. on his shirt is a glow-in-the-dark ribcage. he wears a full head mask with glowing skull on it. He can turn the glow on and off, making the uniform completely black. he carries standard professional theif equipment, lockpick, electronic unlocking device, glass-cutters, a small laser-cutter( 6 inch beam, 5 minute battery, with spare battery in belt.), infared goggles, a grapple similar to those used by Batman and Robin. His main special ability is gravity manipulation due to a stolen experimental weapon worn under his suit. It consists of a belt, boots, wrist gaunlets an a headband. the suit allows him to manipulate the gravity around his body, dropping it to 0 or increasing it to 3g's. thus he can move about as if wieghtless or triple his body wieght. he can extend this field over objects he touches up to 5 times his own size, thus being able to lift heavy object as if they wieghed nothing or increase their wieght to prevent others from moving them. He can also change his gravitational orientation, thus being able to run and stand on ceilings and floors as if they were the ground. On the gauntlets are gravity repusors which he can use to push off of objacts or push objects away from himself. He keeps a pouch of lead slugs which he can throw infront of the gauntlets and fire with bullet force. On the boots are gravity pads which absorb impact. He can fall from hights of up to ten stories as long as he lands on his feet. Jack is an expierienced street fighter and olympic level gymnast.

Skeleton Jack

Alrighty, I'm in the museum. I haven't found what I'm lookin' for however. I had to knock out a guard and tripped a silent alarm in the procsess. I don't have much time. Somebody else just entered the building, several somebodies from the sound of it. They are upstairs. there is some kind of scuffle going on. Now one of them is coming down here. I leap up to the ceiling , switch gravity and squat down, staynig in the shadows with the mask set on black. it's a girl in some sort of costume. She must be some sort of crimefighter, or maybe another theif. she should not be able to see me. I'd better stick tight till i know what she is after.

redDragon

05-30-2001, 07:31 PM

I'm sorry for not posting! I'm just caught up in the last month of school!

catz

05-30-2001, 07:50 PM

OOC: Catwoman is back. Sorry I haven't posted, my work schedule changed. Anyways...hope you can use another villain.

IC:
I grab my glass cutters and look at the case where there is a gold lion laying on a podium. Not worth much but it is pleasing to the eye. I cut through the lasers with a mirror and as I grab it a sound goes off. The Alarm.
"Well I'll be damned ...I'm not the only one here." I go over to the next room where there are two guys on the floor unconscious and I have this feeling that something is watching me. If I didn't know better I would think its the bat but thats not his style. I look around and grab my whip. "come out...come out, whoever you are."

Bud 'n Lou

05-30-2001, 09:05 PM

OOC: Sorry for not posting in a decade, guys. It's the end of the school year, and I've been under a LOT of pressure to get everything finished before summer vacation. :)

IC: More of my plants sit in the warm kitchen. But I still couldn't manage to save very many.

I'm in my makeshift laboratory, mixing the toxins for my plague. I'm almost through.

It's not doing much to keep my mind off the plants that still lay under the snow, dead. Or George.

I finish my plague. With nothing else to do, I decide to torture the maid.

I open the pantry door, and she immediately becomes animated with fear in her chair. I can't help but smile.

I walk up to her slowly. Drawing out the suspense. Wittling her nerves down a little more with each step. She knows I want to play.

I step behind her. She turns her head to watch me, but I violently grab her hair and make her face forward. Her cry is muffled by her gag.

I put my hand on her shoulders. She's shaking. I slide my hands to her throat, and wrap them around it gently. She remains perfectly still. I then release my hold on her, and her head drops with relief.

I smack her in the side of the head, and watch as it bobs to the other side. I walk in front of her, and glare right into her frightened, wide eyes coldly for several minutes.

I'm done with her for now, and walk out casually without as much as a glance at her.

I'm bored again.

I don't want to release my plague yet.

I go upstairs and help myself to some clothing. I put on a tight black dress. The owner is a size smaller than me. Not bad. I select a nice pair of strappy heels from a literal wall of shoes to match. Finding a bag is somewhat harder. I need one that my crossbow will be able to fit in. I settle on a large white suede one. It doesn't go with the rest of my attire, but I somehow doubt anyone will be paying much attention to that.

I pick a good, sturdy vehicle from the car dealership-like garage. Driving away from the mansion on the path already re-filling with snow made by the plow earlier, I have making trouble on my mind.

redDragon

05-30-2001, 09:35 PM

Now everyone who's someone and isn't hiding in some unknown place has received a nice big purple box wrapped in green ribbon filled with laughing gas grapefruits

watsonlives

05-30-2001, 10:49 PM

The girl is looking around the room. she did give a quick glance up at the ceiling, but she didn't see me.Suddenly, the sound of someone calling comes from upstairs " Hey Larry, where are you man? you didn't trip the silent alarm again, did ya? you know if I report this you'll get fired. this is the third time! the police called to make sure this was a real emergency. Larry? oh my God! This is fielding reporting in! we have an emergency ! Larrys been knocked out! Trip the alarm!" The alarm begins sounding. The girl rushes out of the room. I go back to where 'Larry" was and knock out the security guard there. Nobody ever looks up at the ceilings around here. The girl cmes into the room. No, wait... this is a different person. No cape. I don't have much time, better get what I came for and get out of here. I keep searching, ah, here is the case for it, but it's gone! one of the others must have taken it. I go back searching for one of them. Ah the girl with the cape!! I switch gavity to norm and drop on top of her!

watsonlives

05-30-2001, 11:01 PM

I drive away on the Batcycle. I try to sort things out in my head. I'm not really Batman. All these thoughts, these memories, they aren't mine. I'm just a machine. what should I do? Ahh! there's a car in front of me! I swerve suddenly to attempt to avoid it, but the tires slide in the snow! I don't know if I can... CRASH!!!!

nerdgirl

05-31-2001, 03:19 AM

I am now downstairs, searching the premises for any missing items and strange activity. As I make my way around, I get the funny feeling that someone is watching me. I look around, but I don't see anybody. It must be my mind playing tricks on me.

In a few minutes, I hear two men in another room. One is yelling at the other, named Larry, about tripping the alarm. This doesn't last for long. I hear someone over there hitting someone else. I run over to that room and discover that the two men are guards, and they are lying unconscious on the floor. A third person must have knocked them out. I leave the room, searching for that other person when I come across a third unconscious man, also a guard, on the floor. Somebody's on the warpath, that's for sure!

I walk up the hall when I hear a woman calling "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" in another room. I recognize that voice! It's that of Catwoman, and she must have been the one that knocked out the three guards. I should have figured it was her! There are probably some figures of cats or something else cat-related here, and she can't resist any of that!

I head toward that room when someone ambushes me from above. He must have been on the ceiling waiting for me! He knocks me onto the ground. I try to throw him off, but I can't. He's way too heavy for me to lift! I manage to turn my head around, and I see that my assailant is a skinny man covered in black. He shouldn't be near this heavy! I don't know where the extra weight is coming from! I hope he releases it soon, because my body is starting to ache!

OOC--I am glad to see some villains back. I should have realized that studies are keeping you away. I hope all of you do well in them. I wish you the best of luck. We can wait until they are all done! :)

Watsonlives, I love this new Skeleton Jack character that you created. He's a really cool villain, and he'll make a great addition to the game! I'll have fun tangling with him!

watsonlives

05-31-2001, 12:31 PM

I drop on the girl, and increase gravity to make myself heavier. I also switch on the mask, making it pulse like a strobe light for a disorienting effect. She hits me in the chin. ouch! She hits pretty hard, for a girl. we continue to struggle. She doesn't have it on her. She does have a belt with lots of interesting little pouches. I get a boomerang and a handful of what seems to be marbles before she kicks me in the stomach. she flips me over her back and i hit the ground extra hard, because the grav is still on. I drop the marbels, and discover they aren't marbles, but smoke bombs. She can't see through the smoke! I turn the grav to 0 and leap to the nearest wall, then switch gravity till the wall is down and run across it to the next room. I turn off the mask and tuck the boomerang in my pocket. It's shaped like a bat, which is interesting. You never know when you might need something like this.
The other girl must have it. Now to find her!

SilverKnight

05-31-2001, 02:23 PM

--OOC: Sorry I was really away. I'm in the process of moving. Plus...I GRADUMAKATED!! HA! (And yes I know it's graduated, but I want to have a little fun.) And my GOD how I had to catch up when I came back here! Sheesh! Lemme see...how to make my disappearence seem a little more valid...aw hell, I'll just wing it. So don't kill me please...well you can't kill me, I'm the main character. :) >ahem< Anywho...--

I make the long drive--made even longer by the snow--back to the Batcave in the waning night, to analyze the needle tip. I walk up to the Batcomputer--wait. "Alfred," I speak into the intercom to his room.

I hear a loud snort--you wouldn't believe how the man snores--and a groggy, "yesmasterbruce?"

Hm. Asleep. "Did you access the Batcomputer at any time after I left tonight?"

I hear him stifle a yawn. "No, sir, I went to bed. Even a vigilante's *butler* needs sleep."

I smile weakly at his smart remark, but it fades quickly. "Thanks Alfred. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Master Bruce..." I hear him snore once again before I shut off the intercom. My eyes travel back up to the Batcomputer. Something's wrong. Someone accessed the computer while I was gone. I run through the different ideas in my head. Hacker--no. Even if someone *could* get in here, they wouldn't have gone through the files with such expertise. Alfred's out. Dick. Hm.

I open the commlink to Dick. "Robin?" I hear only static. "Robin?" I say again. Nothing. "*Robin*? Are you there?" Again, only static.

Yeah, something is *very* wrong. I dash back to the Batmobile, using a homing signal in Dick's utility belt to find him. Near the Gotham Natural History Museum.

Great.

As I speed down the road, the snow glimmering in the warm morning sun, I bring up the local police files. I blink, and turn on the police banner just to make sure. The Gotham Natual History Museum is a real hotzone tonight. I wonder if this has anything to do with Freeze's device or whatever insane idea Joker has of a smoking ball. Not to even count Catwoman, Bane, or any of the other psychopaths that are loose yet again.

I sigh.

I never was a morning person.

--OOC: Just to let you know guys, you can adlib me whenever. My AIM is Krugie2 if you wanna talk to me at any time. Plus, I'm hoping to hear some smartass comments from Dick over this. >grins< Oh, and oops on the little "natural history" thing. :)--

nerdgirl

05-31-2001, 04:51 PM

OOC--Silverknight, it is great to have you back! It just wasn't the same without you! Congratulations on your recent graduation and move! I wish you the best of luck! I won't ever think of killing you! However, I must point out a correction. Most of this is taking place at the Gotham Natural History Museum, not the National Museum. Since you've been away, I can understand the confusion. I've done a lot worse already! :)

IC--Just when things couldn't get any worse, a strobe light seems to come from out of nowhere! I turn around again, and this time I can see the man's mask glowing and making those flashes of light. At least I can now see his face. I hit him in the chin. He touches me all over my body, as if he is looking for something. He then grabs for my belt and takes my boomerang and some smoke pellets. While he's doing this and not watching me, I kick him in the stomach. He lands on the floor nearby, dropping the smoke pellets.

I can't see through the heavy smoke. The coughing and watery eyes don't help, either. When the smoke does clear, though, I see that the wall nearby is knocked down into a room. He must have done it! I run into that room looking for him, but he's gone! I think this was the same room that Catwoman was in, and she's gone too!

Are they somehow working together? Nah! Babs, that's the carziest idea you came up with yet! Catwoman's a loner! She usually doesn't work with others. Wait! She one time teamed up with me, although I really didn't want to, and I think she once worked with the Ventriloquist, too. They might be in cohoots after all! Whatever the case, now I have two crooks to find!

This room leads to another room. I go into there, and again, I see nobody. This time, I even check the ceilings, just in case he plans a repeat performance. I check several other rooms on this floor, and there is no sign of either one of them.

Just then, I hear someone upstairs. I run to the staircase and hurry up the steps. I open the door forcibly and quickly, and I see a man walking nearby. He stops when he hears me and turn to face me. I was hoping it was the crook, but it wasn't. Instead, it was...

Batman!

catz

05-31-2001, 04:58 PM

Nobody comes out..go figure. I turn around still holding the lion when I hear a loud thump behind me. I look over and see the bat girl get tackled from above. I knew something was out there.
The guy looks like something that came from the future with an 80's twist. Disco balls and strobe mask went out a long time ago. I wonder if anybody told him that.
Batgirl gets in a few good punches so I figure she has everything under control...not that I wouldn't love to see a good fight but there is a museum with priceless objects just waiting for me to snatch and since batgirl is busy with disco man, I figure its my fate to have them.
I go back to where the Egyptian exhibit is and find what I'm looking for. The lion in my hand is one of a set so I grab the others and a necklace that caught my eye. Hearing that the commotion in the next room has gone down, I figure its time to say good-bye. Stashing the lions in my pouch, I grab my whip and exit through the same window I came in from hoping nobody spotted me in the process

OOC: its about time batman came..:p

SilverKnight

05-31-2001, 06:04 PM

--OOC: Oh :p on you too, Catz. :) Yay, time for my ass to get whuped a little...>smiles< And Tim, is it cool if I adlib you a bit?--

I make my way up to the snow-covered roof. I land quietly, and take in the area. The snow has been greatly disturbed, fighting apparently, with two seperate sets of footprints. I carefully check the area and see one pair belongs to Robin--obviously. The other's--

I hear snow crunching from behind me. I freeze. Robin. These footprints are his, but he's not here, even when the homing signal led here. I dropped the ball today.

I hear another crunch, much quieter though. He knows that I'm aware of his presence. But why is he being so stealthy? I stand, turning. I still don't see him. Now I know how Jim feels. "Robin--" I see the thin lines of a bola wheeling my way, and promptly dive to the right of it. As I land, I see a puff of cloudy air and suddenly feel my legs being bound together. The jumpline.

He leaps from the shadows, fists clenched tight. Determination burns bright within his eyes. I roll to the side, bringing out a small laser knife. "You have to stop, Bruce," he mutters as he brings his fist down, mere inches from my face. I curl into a ball, quickly cutting through the cable on my legs.

I spring onto my feet in defensive position. "Stop what?" I ask honestly as he charges me. I trained the boy well, better than I had ever hoped. His natural speed and grace make him a very formidible enemy, even to me. I block a barrage of punches and kicks my way. He is a *very* formidible enemy, but I notice several times in which I could have taken him down. However, had I taken those advantages, I would have broken a limb or otherwise injured him.

Then again, I could probably say the same thing about me. I dodge a kick that begins to come my way, but instead he switches tactics like lightning, giving me a right hook. My head jerks back, and stumble slightly, a shocked look on my face. My eyes travel up to his, and he seems just as surprised as me. The look disappears, and he barrels forward once again.

This is getting annoying.

I grab his arm, twisting it harshly behind his back. I feel the muscles in his arm tense in pain. I wince as I grab his shoulder, holding him in front of me. Damn it, I didn't want to hurt him. But this has to stop. "Alright, what's going on?"

"Hey, I ask you the same thing!" He barks, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Why'd you attack us?"

What? "What?"

He wrenches his arm out of my grasp, pivoting to face me. "What do you mean what?! Who the hell *are* you?!"

*What* did he just say to me?? "Watch your language," I growl, pinning him down in a stare.

He blinks. "Bruce?"

Now I blink. Was he expecting someone else? "Yes."

He pales for a moment, his face aghast. The swear word, I see. Then his face turns bright red in anger. "Where have you been?! And what's with the evil twin?" Evil twin? "Can somebody *please* explain to me what's going on??"

I second that idea. I turn to look at the prints again. The other prints...no, it can't be...

"Like I said," he huffs, "evil twin."

I stand abruptly. It *could* be possible. But I need to make sure. "Dick, go back to the Batcave."

His eyes go wide. "When Psycho-Bat's running around? Are you serious?"

"Very," I reply, looking down the broken skylight of the Museum. "The imposter knows where the Batcave is, Dick."

"I would imagine so. He knows your every move." His eyes narrow. "You know something."

I turn for the skylight. "Go back, and check the chasms. Alfred and the Batcomputer will tell you all you need to know."

I drop into the building, barely hearing Robin snort and mutter, "yes *master*."

I land quietly, searching the parimeter of the floor. I step past the old monolithic exhibits, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of inside. The door to the staircase swings open from behind me. I turn around, and see Batgirl standing there, ready for a fight. From what Dick said, the imposter attacked her too, so I'm ready for a fight. However, she seems relieved when I make no move towards her.

"Batman? Is that you?" I scowl.

You'd think the pointy ears would give it away.

--OOC: Sorry if I made you guys all out of character or something. I apologize. NOTE: Dammit, I keep switching to past tense!--

watsonlives

05-31-2001, 11:08 PM

I go back to the room where the display case for the lion was . Some of the walls in this place are temporary drywall constucts, paper thin and easy to bust through, like the one I trashed after fight ing the caped girl. It's obvious that whoever took the lion came back, the fake one is now missing aswell. this means she either doesn't know which is which or she doesn't realise what it really is. I hope it's the latter. Cops are showing up now. Ah, theres the girl. shes got a bullwhip, I'd better be careful. I spring off of the wall in her direction, turning on the mask.
I hit her and knock her to the ground. I try to get hold of the bag she has, but she kicks me in the face. I wrap my arms around here and change my gravity orientation, so that up and down are reversed. we fall towards the ceiling. If we stop touching her gravity orientation will go back to normal and she'll fall back towards the floor, which is about 25 feet down.

Shriek

05-31-2001, 11:27 PM

OOC: School sucks. Finals have kept me busy.

IC: I walk through the Gotham Underground finally reaching my destination. Joker's Hideout. I aim my freeze gun above my head and freeze the ceiling. I hold my hand on the trigger until the ground above starts to shake. The ceiling collapses as I hear an annoying voice scream in panic.

I rise from below with a shield of ice below me. I stare at the Joker. "I have a bus----," I begin to say as I am cut off my two hyenas charging at me. "Pathetic fools," I mutter.

I raise the freeze gun at Bud and Lou. I gently squeeze the trigger and the beam of ice covers them in a blanket of ice, leaving them helplessly frozen.

I stare at the Joker knowing that he feels the presence of my ice cold eyes beaming on him. I begin to speak, "I have a business proposition for you. I will sell you the weather machine. You will then have complete power of the city. And you can whipe out Batman and Robin. What do you say?"

I holster the freeze gun. I twist my left wrist activating a new feature on my suit. It will let me shoot ice from my hand. (From BB. See Meltdown) "My insurance policy," I say to myself.

"This deal is in your hands right now." I leave him to that and wait for his reply.

Bud 'n Lou

06-01-2001, 01:15 AM

I walk into the seedy bar. It's full of rowdy drunks. Perfect.

I sit at an empty stool at the bar and cross my legs. I look around with disinterest as I set my bag down.

"Come in to get outta the cold?" asked the bartender. "People been comin' in all night to get outta the cold an' warm up. Crazy weather."

"No." He looks a little surprised at my answer.

"What can I get ya?" he says after a while.

A man to my left leans into me, and I have to steady myself by holding on to the bar. "Lemme buy you a drink."

"Sure," I say with a coy smile, switching on the false charm instantly. I look at the bartender. "A bourbon, please."

He fills my glass partially, but I signal for him to continue pouring. I know it is impossible for me to be affected by the alcohol. I drink down the entire glass without taking a breath. The man on my left is impressed. He guffaws excitedly. I know he cannot wait for the opportunity to touch me.

I will punish him for this.

"You're a big drinker, huh?" he slurs at me, grinning.

I look at the bartender's name tag. "Like Harry said, a good drink warms me up."

I'll keep you warm.

"Well, if that's what yer lookin' for, I can keep ya warm," he sighes heavily in my face, moistening my face with his thick booze-breath.

I coo, as if impressed with his wit, and look into his glazed eyes seductively. "Another please, bartender," I say. He obliges.

I gulp it down like the first. Then I pivot my seat to face the filthy drunk. He stares, smiling, mouth agape. I uncross my legs. His eyes stray...

I smash my empty glass into his repulsive face and shatter it. The momentum makes my stool spin around, and I laugh venomously as he crumples to the scummy floor, bleeding from the head. A chorus of exclamations of shock fill the room, and all eyes are on me.

"HEY!" Harry grabs my arm firmly from behind the bar. I turn and look him in the eyes. His expression softens. So does his grip.

I pull free, grab his hand and yank him forward in one quick movement. His body hunches over the bar, and I kick him in the chest, sending him into the shelves of bottles behind him.

This seems to upsets some of the regulars.

A tall man stands up and stalks toward me. I look helplessly at other patrons. The tall man winds up clumsily, and I allow him to strike me in the face.

I weep, as I hold my bleeding lip, and again look to the other patrons. A table of men stand up in my defense.

I conceal a smile under my cupped hand.

One of the men helps me to my feet, while the other two attack the tall man viciously.

A brawl gets underway. I take my bag and leave discreetly, satisfied with my handiwork.

catz

06-01-2001, 02:52 PM

I hear something come up from behind me as I go over to window and I'm suddenly tackled. Its the same guy that batgirl was fighting with a while ago.

He drops me to the floor and tries to take the pouch that the lions are in but I plant a kick to his face. I guess I stumbled on something more valuable than I thought. He grabs me again and suddenly I feel myself falling towards the ceiling. Damn, he must have turned on his stupid gravity machine. I grab my whip and knock him in the stomach causing him to let me go and free fall to the bottom of the museum floor. Taking my whip out, I wrap it around one of the railings of the ceiling and land with a flip on the floor.I always thought I should be in the Olympics. I check the pouch, making sure the lions are still there and give the skeleton man a wink.

"If you want this...you're going to have to try better than that. "

I don't give him time to respond and start running towards the other museum rooms. I pass by the Bat clan on my way out and for a second make eye contact with the big bad bat himself. I should really stop doing that. I hear him come after me so I do what any normal theif would do when they are being chased by a flashing skeleton and rats with wings. I turn and go in the other direction.

What a great day. First I get hit by giant hail and now this.

OOC: Right back at you silver knight :p ..

SilverKnight

06-01-2001, 03:58 PM

--OOC: Ha. Bud, aren't you just the bytch express? Geez. Well, time to resume the chase...--

Batgirl smiles as I scowl at her. "Yeah. It's you." She puts her hands on her hips. "May I ask who wanted to use me as a punching bag while in your garb?"

Well, at least she figured it out quicker than Robin did. "It's *what*, not who," I reply enigmatically, searching the area for any criminals.

She quirks an eyebrow. "What? You mean it's not--"

I see a gray blur in my peripheral vision. I glare that way, and lo and behold, I see Catwoman making eye contact with me, challenging me. She should really stop doing that. I and Batgirl instantly start chasing after her.

Lithely, she leaps up upon a display, using her whip to climb near an open window. She winks at me, casting her gaze behind us. "Have fun," she purrs, hopping outside.

Batgirl turns before I do, and groans. "Not *him* again..."

I wheel around to face a piercing pulse of light, disorienting me for a moment. The light disappears as quickly as it came, and he barrels for me. I side-step him instinctively, tossing him over my shoulder. However, he taps something on his belt and he merely floats weightless in mid-air until he reaches the display himself. "I'd love to stay and spar, but I have a kitten to catch," he says, flying out of the window.

Who the hell is the walking night-light?

nerdgirl

06-01-2001, 05:03 PM

OOC--Hi SliverKnight! You did a great job adlibbing me! I hope you don't mind me returing he favor!

IC--Whew! I'm glad that this is the real deal. I kinda figured that someone else was wearing the cape and cowl. I could tell that that first guy wasn't the real Batman. I didn't think that it would be a something. Anyway, my conversation with Batman is interrupted by Catwoman.

Just when Batman and I go to chase her, we get another nice little interruption. The man dressed in black and a funky mask that attacked me earlier is now back. After a flash of his mask, he attacks Batman, and then flies off out the window, looking for Catwoman! Great! Now we lost both of them! At least they are heading for the same place, wherever that is!

Batman and I run to the window. We look down toward the street, and we can see him flying quickly. We lost sight of Catwoman.

"Let's get them!" I yell out.

"We better follow that man. I believe he'll take us right to Catwoman too." Batman says, as if he's reading my mind.

Batman and I use our Batropes to attach to a rooftop nearby, and we swing to it. We then run across it and latch to the nex rooftop, keeping in persuit of the man in black. The daylight, combined with the white, glistening snow everwhere, makes him stick out like a soar thumb. That's makes seeing and following him a lot easier. It also makes traction bad, though, so we have to watch that we don't slip.

"I assume from that remark you made back at the museum that you met this character before," he tells me as we land on the roof of Stacy's Department Store.

"Yeah!" I answer as we run across the rooftop. "He attacked me just before you came. He dropped from the ceiling. What's strange is that although he's skinny, he is really heavy. He felt like he weighed a ton!" We both use or ropes to swing to the roof of an office complex. As we run, I continue telling him what hapened. "I got him off of me, and he threw smoke pellets. When the smoke cleared, he was gone, and the wall was down! His body must be really dense or something! Honestly, I can't she how the man can fly! He should drop to the ground like a brick!"

We swing to yet another rooftop. "Gravity control!" he exclaims.

"You think he is changing his weight using gravity control?" I ask him.

"Yes!" he answers as we continue running. "He increases his gravity to seem heavier and break through walls, and he decreases it to fly and walk on ceilings."

"That makes sense!" I reply as we swing between buildings. "Maybe he has that effect on things he touches, too," I add.

"Exactly!" he confirms.

We continue swinging from rooftop to rooftop, following Gotham's newest bad guy throughout the city.

redDragon

06-01-2001, 08:05 PM

OOC- Shriek....dude....next time TELL ME what you're planning.....'cause I sure ain't buyin' no weather machine!!

I blink as I see Freeze. "Why Freeze ol' pal! What a pleasant surprise! And you shut up the boys! How sweet of you to do me such a favor!" My grin widens as I walk up to him and use his shoulder as a rest.

"A weather machine you say? But what would the joke on Gotham be? Snow in June? Why you've already done that! And heavy rains wouldn't be any fun!! So I'm sorry Freeze old chap! But I must refuse your offer! Now I must be off! Toodle loo!!" With that I spray Freeze in the face with acid and high-tail it to my car and drive off.

Tim Drake

06-01-2001, 09:30 PM

Robin-

People seem to stand still as I speed through Gotham. I love the speed, the rush and adrenaline that my batcycle gives me. I probably should take it slower considering the snow but I'm in a hurry to get this job done. Too many strange occurrences. The hailstorm, the influx of several villains, and now some sort of Batman imposter.

I pull into the cave and immediately hop onto the computer. I begin scanning the computer for any information on Batman clones or doubles. I hear footsteps behind me.

I jump out of the armchair and grab a batarang from my belt. I'm going to ready for psycho-bat this time. He's in shadow but I see him approaching. Just before I throw my batarang the person comes into the light.

I give a sigh of relief.

"Pardon me startling you Master Dick, I was curious if Master Bruce had returned home."

"Its alright Alfred. I thought you were the Batman imposter."

"Master Bruce informed me of his reappearance."

"Reappearance?" I ask.

"The computer has the information. This robotic clone created a lot of trouble at Wayne Manor."

I search the computer for Batman, robot, and clone and find some interesting results.....

Inque

06-02-2001, 05:48 PM

I'm happy to see this place is aliving and kicking!It's great to see everybody back! Have fun with your studies :P The summer is almost here! :D

Bird Boy

06-02-2001, 07:57 PM

Hey, Inque, watsonlives said I could be Bane, but I just wanted to make sure if it's all right with you first...so..can I be bane? :)

-BB

watsonlives

06-02-2001, 10:03 PM

What happened? I hit some sort of vehicle, am I damaged? It's hard to think strait. ... Ahugh! my head!......

HARDAC PROGRAM REINTSTUTING.... PROCESSING>.....PROCESSING>>.... HARDAC FILES AND COMMAND CODES UPLOADING..... ACSESS SYSTEM AUTHORIZATIONS... 362349868762546587698436832656287>>.....4659874625687268736956437.....SYSTEM CORRUPTION DETECTED. ATTEMPTING ERASURE>.....ATTEMPT FAILED. STARTING SECONDARY PROCEDU...

What's in my head? Downloading file from Batcomputers SUBJECT: HARDAC, BATMAN REPLICANT. I understand now. I remember this. the HARDAC program is faulty. Replacement results in loss of the original life. Life must be saved, the innocent must be defended. this is the Primary Command Sequence.

INCORRECT RESPONSE. INCORRECT RESPONCE. CORRUPT DATA HAS DAMAGED THIS INFORMATION SYSTEM. THIS PROGRAM HAS COMMITED AN ILLEAGAL OPERATION AND WILL BE SHUT DOWN. ERROR ERROR ERORR ERROREOROEROEOROEOROEOROEOROEOEROROEO

nO! I cAN'T lET THiS hAPPEn! EmerGENCy ProGRam INTegRatIon..............

EMERGENCY PROGRAM TNTEGRATION..... Integration complete. Re-writing Primary Command Codes. Command Codes re-written.

I understand now. The faulty HARDAC programming has been deleted. Fualty Batman/Bruce Wayne personality files have been re-organized and repiared. What should I do with myself now? My Primary Command Codes are still designed to be Batman. I make a superior Batman. I am faster, stronger. I will not age. Bruce Wayne must be brought to see this. I see Catwoman, being followed by an unknown figure. Acsessing Batcompuer, finding files, CATWOMAN: FILES...DOWNLOADING..... She is leaving the Museum. She must be aprehended. I go to capture her.

watsonlives

06-02-2001, 10:20 PM

She got away before I could get it! I follow her and slam into someone. He flips me over his shoulder and sends me flying. I adjust my gravity and sail towards the window. this new guy must be the infamous Batman. I say something flippant as I head out. It's daylight now. There she is! I swoop over and catch her by the foot as she jumps from a rooftop. As she struggles with me i reach for the bag. Where is it, where is it? I got it. Then she hits the control on my belt and we start to fall.....

Shriek

06-03-2001, 12:54 AM

OOC: Sorry bout that.

IC: The acid starts to eat through my visor. "Fool," I scream. "I will die." I watch the Joker laugh and bolt to his car.

I quickly bust off my helmet. I carefully form a small shield of ice around my head. Hopefully it will hold up. I climb down into the Gotham Sewers and make my way back to my base.

Tim Drake

06-03-2001, 08:05 AM

OOC: Its HARDC not HARDAC

Robin-

The computer displays two words on its screen: Batman duplicant.

"Computer displays results for Batman duplicant." I say

The computer responds in its ever monotone voice.
"Duplicant life-like robots capable of mimicking human behavior. Designed, configured, and assembled by Cybertron Industries' Holographic Analytical Recpricating Digital Computer, known as HARDC. Creator of HARDC, Karl Rossum. Final duplicant created Batman. A prototype duplicant with personal and technical information accessed from Batcomputer."

I murmur at the idiocy of the computer, "That's you, you dunce."

"Invalid command," the computer responds.

Sheesh no sense of humor. "Computer, current status of Batman duplicant."

"Destroyed and buried within batcave."

I should have figured that psycho bat was part of HARDC's family. Bruce told me about the original HARDC encounter at Cybertron. But he never mentioned a Batman duplicant. Guess it was on a need to know basis. Its great that I know what I'm up against, but that doesn't give me any clue on how to stop him. If this Batman duplicant is trying to revive HARDC, then Bruce and I have some serious work to get done.

I still don't understand why Bruce never told me about all this before.
"Alfred, tell Bruce to keep me informed of his battles with clones more often. Better yet tell him to stop hiding secrets from me."

"Very well, I will let him know Master Dick." Alfred answers politely.

"Computer known weaknesses of HARDC duplicants."

"Explosives and electric shock." it states matter of factly.

Great, this should be interesting.

I grab a few grenades and a tazer and begin heading toward my batcycle. One of my compartments is already loaded with something else.

"Oh Alfred?" I inquire "Tell Bruce that he can keep the tracer this time."

I drop the tracer in Alfred's palm and zoom out on my batcycle.

SilverKnight

06-03-2001, 02:39 PM

OOC: Its HARDC not HARDAC

Yes it is HARDAC. There is no second "A" in there, but it was added to make it a "real" word. Plus, it's easier to pronounce that way. Not all acronyms use all their letters. You ever see the show "Chips"? :)

I can't think of any right now, but I know there are some acronyms that have completely different letters than what people call them. But anywho, I'm babbling so I'll stop.

catz

06-03-2001, 04:35 PM

As I jump off the roof, I feel something pulling at my foot, tripping me over. Its skeleton man. What does it take to get rid of this guy. We fight for a little while before he goes over and takes the lion out of my pouch. I growl and punch one of the controls on his suit causing both of us to plummet onto the pavement of the roof.

I land with a groan and begin to search for the lion that he hopefully dropped. I soon spot skeleton man from across doing the same thing. I dig through the snow a bit more frantically, finally finding it in a small fluff of flakes. I smile to myself, kissing the precious little feline in the process.

Just as I begin to get up, I'm thrown back into the snow again, feeling something slam into my back putting all their weight onto me.

"Not this again." I turn around expecting to see skeleton head again but am met with a dark glare from Batman instead.

"I take it your not a big fan of lions" I grin. He gets up, pulling my arms up along with him, using his strength more than usual.

I squirm trying to get away from his strong grasp but find it pointless. He takes the lion from my hands in one swift movement and I use the opportunity to kick him in the stomach. He doesn't budge, but instead tightens his grasp causing me to let out a small cry out of pain. I look away from him, hearing a noise from the other side and my eyes widen as I see Batgirl and another Batman emerge from the rooftop.

;)

SilverKnight

06-03-2001, 07:55 PM

I race down the powdery roof, Batgirl at my heels. I stare at the commotion on the rooftop several yards in front of me, forcing myself to keep running despite the sudden urge to stop and gawk like a little kid. Not only are Catwoman and the Nightlight tussling on the ground, but I see another form standing out from the white snow--

Oh just *terrific*.

He tackles Catwoman, wrenching her up from the ground. Batgirl speeds up to match my pace as I dash forward. I pull out the jumpline, making sure it was the one with the electrodes attached inside of it. Never can be too careful. I aim it directly for the Bat-duplicant's back, hoping there's enough juice in this thing to at least slow him down. It's not easy to beat a stronger and faster you.

Batgirl's wary enough that she too slows her pace, making sure not to interrupt what he's focusing on. I admit, I focused on it once and a while too, but I'm human. *He's* not, though. I wonder what has his attention--

The Nightlight touches his belt again, barreling forward. He leaps up, again touching his belt, aiming for Catwoman. Just another second... The duplicant tosses her out of the way, taking the brunt of the blow. He must have changed his gravity to make himself heavier, because the machine jerks back from the hit. But he recovers, hurling the man over his shoulder at an amazing speed. I depress the trigger for the electrified jumpline just as the man sails into me, both me and him skidding over the edge of the building.

--OOC: Sorry if I made anything out of character. You guys can have fun from here.--

nerdgirl

06-04-2001, 03:49 AM

If any of you have seen what was in this response before, please disregard that and read this
version instead. I was told there was some mistakes in it, and I went back and fixed them. Enjoy! :)

As Batman and I continue our persuit of the man in black, we see him suddenly fall from the sky onto a rooftop. We can also see that with him was Catwoman. He must have been carrying her all that time. As we approach the roof they are on, it is a third character that catches us off guard. It's Batman's "evil twin", and he has a hold of Catwoman!

We both slow down, trying not to distract this caped menace. The man in black tries to go for Catwoman, but the fake Batman throws her out of the way and gets hit instead. Meanwhile, Batman prepares a jumpline so he can capture the imposter. He pulls the trigger as the caped man gets back up, but there is a big problem! The man in black charges toward him, and both slip off the roof.

Batman takes his other jumpline and aims it for the roof where I am. He tries to get it to retract, but he's having a hard time since the man in black is still holding on to him. The man must still have the gravity on high, because the cable breaks, sending them falling again. The break seems to cause the man to lose his grip, for he grabs onto Batman's cape, and it rips. He chaes his gravity and quickly floats away.

"I'll save you, Batman!" I holler down as I send my jumpline down to him. He successfully grabs the hook, and I retract it, bringing him back up. Even without the other man, Batman is still heavy, for I almost slip off the roof myself trying to pull him up. Luckliy, I slide into a pole, and I get him onto the roof. I'm going to be feeling that later today!

Needless to say, Batman missed his double. The jumpline fell to the ground, which is about 300 feet down.

Both of us look to the other rooftop, and Catwoman is gone. So is the man in black. To our luck, he got her again! I didn't see anything, so I don't really know. Still standing there, though, is the Batman wannabe, but instead of him trying to attack us, he is just staring at us, with a combined look of confusion and despair on its face. For a moment, I almost feel sorry for him, until I remember that tussle back at the museum. He then turns around and runs off.

Batman takes out another back-up jumpline and aims it toward the roof. He completes his aim and jumps onto the other roof. I follow him, wondering what is going to happen next.

Bud 'n Lou

06-06-2001, 08:08 PM

I get back into the car and look at my face in the rearview mirror. My lower lip is cut. It's small, but is bleeding significantly.

I fish some tissues out of my bag and wipe the blood dripping down my chin, and dab at my wound. When the bleeding finally stops, I re-apply my lipstick.

I can still hear the brawl in the bar across the street from where I'm parked, but it fails to amuse me anymore.

I start the car and drive away. I feel empty again. Bored. I need something new to entertain me now.

I decide to go back to the lab I hit earlier tonight, and see if George is still there. His shift might not be over. And he might not have snapped out of my little spell, either. Hopefully.

I think about George. I think about Dr. Carlisle before him.

Steven...I wonder how Steven is doing. I was happy with him. He took a little pursuasion, but he was happy then too.

Our family...I consider having another family. With George this time. We could be happy.

The more I think about George, the more a growing resentment blooms within me. No man should have such control over me! I must do what's safest for me. I will control *HIM*. He won't have control over me any longer. Then we can be happy.

I'll *make* him happy.

redDragon

06-06-2001, 09:02 PM

I laugh wildly as I head towards the Hanoi Hilton. It is a new hotel, supposedly super fancy and caters to a guests every need. Now won't it be just a grand place for me to move to? Why I'll be able to entertain the guests! After all they want the best for them and there's no one better than me to entertain them! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

I arrive at the main entrance and step out, sucking in the air lovely air as the screams fill the air and people start running every which way. Thick clouds of laughing gas fill the air as I spray everyone running. The receptionist pales as I step up to her, "Lovely night to spend at a hotel isn't it? I hear that you guys think you're top notch! Well your entertainment is here! And I want to get all of your best accomadations too! Why in fact, a personal tour would be just swell!"

A security guard tries to sneak up on me but I hear him and spin around him and spray him with laughing gas. I then turn back to the lovely receptionist; and according to her nametag, her name is Nancy. "Now Nancy dear, won't you show the Joker his room? I'm sure you won't find it to be a laughing matter if you do! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Timidly the receptionist gets up.

I make the receptionist lock all the doors before we go on the tour. And as I go about I gas all that I see besides those who I think will be lucky enough to watch my show. Those I take to the auditorium and tie up in those nice plush red seats. It really is a nice hotel. Lots of people in their rooms too! What a great surprise it was too! I never knew the people of Gotham could be so naughty!!! Got some great pictures, ah, my scrapbook will hold such fond memories! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Shriek

06-07-2001, 12:21 AM

The door to the Deep Freeze room bashes open as I place my foot back to the ground. I punch the weak ice shield I had built.

"That laughing fool," I shout. I bash my fist through a table. "He will get what's coming to him!"

I look to the center of the room. A delicate glass lid rests upon a tall steel stand. In the case rests a new freeze gun. The top of the stand slowly spins as I walk up to the thick glass.

"Hello precious," I slowly say to the gun. I slap the glass and it shatters. I reach my hand onto the stand and I grab the gun. I hop into the brand new suit I have built.

I take the elevator up the garage. "Boys. We are moving out. Let's go!" I give the order and within seconds my men are moving for their weapons and heading for the van.

We drive around the city in two teams looking for traces of the Joker. "I will find him!" A voice starts to talk through the cb, "Boss. We got him at Hanoi Hilton. And the front doors our locked."

"Drive through the doors," I order. "Freeze out!" Within minutes I am at the hotel door. I step through the shards of glass. I look to a scared witness who is laughing. "Where is the Clown?"

All the witness can manage is to laugh hiserically. I walk through the hotel floors. "Boys! Grab anyone who isn't laughing. And find that damn clown and kill him!!" I kick down numerous locked doors only to find laughing people.

"Dammit!" I shout at the top of my lungs. I get very angry and raise my new weapon at a laughing fool. I squeeze the trigger sending the beam of ice straight through the victims head splitting his head into two.

"Too much power," I say to myself. I tilt the gun back and adjust the settings. I aim the gun at another man who is now crying. I squeeZe the trigger and he is instantly covered in a blanket of ice. I walk out of the room and hear one of my men shout, "He's on the second floor heading towards the audotorium.

I bolt out of the room in mad dash managing to go as fast as I can in the large suit. The metal is too heavy and I stumble through a wall. I shake it off and continue my jog upstairs.

I meet my men at the entrance. "Sal and Bo. You attack from the East entrance. Carl and Eric, from the West." They quickly cock their guns and head to the doors.

"The rest of you! On my lead." I can hear the Joker inside laughing insanely. "Remember. He is on this floor. Make sure you kill him!"

I steady the freeze gun and turn the corner. I see the Joker from behind. I aim the gun for his back. "I'm back!" I pull the trigger and the beam of ice fires, but is interupted by a moving snack tray. "No!!!"

The Joker turns and starts to run, but is instantly surrounded. My men aim there guns at the Joker ready to fire.

OOC: I leave it up to you rd.

AndreaBeaumont

06-07-2001, 01:24 AM

Hey Guys!
This story is great and I wanted to join now that school's out and I have time.
I want to play Andrea Beaumont! I hope this isn't a problem since she IS a MOVIE character but the animation the same and to bring her back in this time frame would be cool. I actually wrote a 50 or so page story about it.

ALSO! I was wanting to use my own character too.
Angela Beaumont
She's the daughter of Bruce and Andrea. You know there WAS that scene
in Batman: MOTP where they lead you to believe that Andrea and Bruce slept
together. This WOULD be based on that. She would be about 16 now in this
time frame. She has Andy's firey RED hair but to anyone who knows Bruce/Batman.. well.. there is something about her they just can't place and it's of course, as the later realize, her unmistakable resemblance of her dear father. Must be something about the eyes.;) *shrugs*

Anyway tell me what you think! I hope this isn't a problem!

-Andy(aka Em)

SilverKnight

06-07-2001, 01:55 AM

--OOC: I'm gone for ONE day, and everyone posts! And, AB, nice to see ya here!--

I'm on the trail of the duplicant, when my eyes instantly notice something off with the hotel off to my right. I suppress a sigh.

As if things aren't complicated enough as it is.

I see the telltale signs that the Joker is inside--meaning, dozens of laughing fools lying on the ground. Can't find a bigger sign than that. I stop in my tracks, half-turning to Batgirl. The way she stands, putting her hands on her hips when she listens to me seems very familiar...

"Follow the duplicant," I command, keeping my eyes on the retreating figure, who I'm sure is following the Nightlight and Selina. Her eyes instantly glaze over for a moment in recognition of something. A nagging feeling that I know her somehow keeps resurfacing. I shove to the back of my mind as I give her a small tracer gun, which she readily accepts. "Fire a tracer onto him, but do no more. Clear?"

"As crystal," she replies, dashing off to my left. I stare at the building, festive looking in the glistening snow, and remember the havoc that's ensued in the past few hours.

God, I hate mornings.

--OOC: Yeah, Eve, Max, Flesh, where the hell ARE you guys?--

watsonlives

06-07-2001, 01:45 PM

I leave the rooftop in pursuit of catwoman and the new criminal. the other Batman and the girl follow. He then heads off in a diferent direction and she follows me alone. I planted a tracer on the male criminal before I let him go. I'll be able to find him later. I stop on a nearby rooftop and hide in the stairwell. The girl lands soon after and begins searching for me. she doesnot appear to have a taser. I step out and speak. " Looking for someone? I apologise for attacking you earlier. I was... confused. Perhaps you should return to the other Batman. I will be able to handle Catwoman and the new criminal on my own. I understand if you do not intirely trust my motives. But I would rather not be forced to subdue you."

Tim Drake

06-07-2001, 02:00 PM

Glad to see someone new is joning! I'm not sure if you're a fan of the Batman and Robin Adventures Comics, but they did an annual with Phantasm in it. Just in case you don't know this info:

Spolier

A sniper assasin tries to kill Bruce Wayne. Andrea Beaumont knows about the hit and returns to Gotham as Phantasm to save Bruce. She stops the assasin. We see a figure in shadow on the phone who has hired the assasin. His teeth are locked in a permanent smile. Bruce is attending a ball with the proceeds going toward orpahs. Andrea returns and warns Bruce about the stake on his life. They have a quick squabble and Andrea disappears in a cloud of smoke.

In the next scene Alfred is about to drive Bruce home when Andrea jumps into the car. However, the woman in the car turns out to be an imposter. Her name is Kitsune, a Japanese assasin whose name is a Japanse Fox demon who takes human form to destroy her victims. She tells Bruce that she has been hired to take him out.

She briefly decribes her boss. "My boss will be happy to see you, Wayne. Not that it takes much for him to crack a smile."

Kitsune has an illusion projector encrusted with a jewel that rests on her head. It looks like a female hat with wings. It allows her to take the form of any human. They battle inside the car. As Kitsune is about to smash Bruce's face with a broken battle, the Phantasm drops in and saves Bruce.

The two go back to Wayne Manor. Andrea tells of how she turned to a life of crime. Andrea became the go-between for Phantasm and his illegal activites. Phantasm was contracted as a spy, thief, and enforcer. Then Phantasm was contracted to kill Bruce so she came back to Gotham to warn him.

Bruce and Andrea share a moment. Suddenly, Kitsune and her gang break in. They knock out Andrea but Bruce manages to escape by jumping out a window and off the cliff into the sea below his mansion. It turns out they were after Andrea and not Bruce.

We find out that the man hired to kill Bruce was Aruthur Reeves, the man who sold Andrea's father to the mob. Right as he's about to kill Andrea Batman jumps in. However, in the end Aruthur knocks Batman unconscious and Andrea saves Bruce's life. As Phantasm, Andrea tricks Arthur onto the balcony where Arthur attempts to kill her. He stabs at the Phantasm but only at the costume. Both the costume and Arthur fall to the ground below. Batman arrives at the scene to find a dead Arthur and the cape, cowl, and blade of the Phantasm.

Kitsune goes to jail. Batman uses his grappling hook and takes to the air. We see the statue of an angel in the foreground with Batman in silloute high in the air. The statue turns out to be Andrea Beaumont who now has Kitsune's illusion projecter hat. She says good bye to her love once more.

Anyhow I figured you should know this stuff if you didn't. Andrea gave up the Phantasm guise. Arthur Reeves is dead and somehow she feels as if she and Bruce still can't reconcile their differences.

nerdgirl

06-07-2001, 02:54 PM

I follow Batman around until we're nearby the Hanoi Hilton Hotel. Down below, we can see some people laughing hysterically. Instantly, we know that the Joker is up to something no good. Batman gives me a tracer gun so I can tag his "twin", and I go off to find him while he heads for the hotel.

I catch up to the Batman double. He hears me and turns toward me. He doesn't attack me, though. To my surprise, he actually aplogizes to me for attacking me at the museum earlier. He tells me that he was confused. He also says that he can handle Catwoman and the new criminal on his own, and that he can understand if I don't trust him (which I don't), but he doesn't want to subdue me, either.

Arg! What is wrong with this guy? He's sorry for attacking me the first time, but he's ready to do it to me again? This "evil twin" is starting to boil me up! Right now, I feel like opening a can of whomping on his hide, but I have to get a hold of myself. I promised the real Batman that I wouldn't do anything to him but tag him with a tracer, and that's what I'm going to do.

I snap out of my silence. "Okay, I accept your apology," I lull the fake Batman. "You seem like you didn't mean it. You're forgiven. Besides, you are absolutely right! I should follow the other Batman. He might need my help. It looks like you have everything under control, anyhow. I let you follow those two while I turn back. Okay?"

He just looks at me for a moment. I hope he didn't get the impression that I'm up to something. "Uh ha!" was all he said before turning around and swinging to he next roof. For a short second there, I could almost swear that he was the real thing. Quickly, though, I get out the tracer gun, and I fire it at him. The small bug lands on the back of his right shoulder, just under his cape. I watch him disappear in the distance. I then turn back so I can join Batman and help him tackle the jolly jester.

catz

06-07-2001, 07:31 PM

I swing onto the rooftop of my apartment and notice that no one is following me anymore. I give a sigh of relief and leap down to the balcony of my apartment building, hearing a soft purr as I enter through the glass doors.

"I missed you too I Isis", I whisper as I pet her behind the ears. I take off my mask letting my hair flow out and look at the lion still hidden in my pouch.

"Somehow I think you are worth the trouble I went through to get you." Placing it in my safe, I begin to take off the rest of my catwoman suit, replacing it with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Turning on the TV, I see the anchorwoman standing in front of a hotel talking about the Joker's latest crime.

"That clown always did give me the creeps."

As I keep watching, I hear her talk about the location of the Batman and I have to wonder if that’s the imposter or not. Not that it would matter, it seems whatever Batman #1 has, Batman #2 has it as well. I cringe. "Uhh....as if being a thief wasn't hard enough."

Suddenly I realize I forgot to schedule an appointment with a sponsor of my wildlife refuge. I groan picking up my address book, finally finding the name I'm looking for. I dial the number of Bruce Wayne, inwardly thinking that I could be somewhere on a rooftop with Batman instead.

:cool:

Inque

06-07-2001, 07:46 PM

Originally posted by AndreaBeaumont
Hey Guys!
This story is great and I wanted to join now that school's out and I have time.
I want to play Andrea Beaumont! I hope this isn't a problem since she IS a MOVIE character but the animation the same and to bring her back in this time frame would be cool. I actually wrote a 50 or so page story about it.

ALSO! I was wanting to use my own character too.
Angela Beaumont
She's the daughter of Bruce and Andrea. You know there WAS that scene
in Batman: MOTP where they lead you to believe that Andrea and Bruce slept
together. This WOULD be based on that. She would be about 16 now in this
time frame. She has Andy's firey RED hair but to anyone who knows Bruce/Batman.. well.. there is something about her they just can't place and it's of course, as the later realize, her unmistakable resemblance of her dear father. Must be something about the eyes.;) *shrugs*

Anyway tell me what you think! I hope this isn't a problem!

-Andy(aka Em)
go right ahead!

redDragon

06-07-2001, 08:08 PM

OOC-::cracks her knuckles:: This is gonna be interesting...
I laugh as I stare at Freeze's henchmen. They're so funny! What makes them think they'll be able to shoot me?
"Why Freeze! I don't go about ruining your plans now do I? Can't a guy have a night on the town? You're such a party pooper!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

I spray his men with laughing gas, making them all drop their guns.

"But since you took ALL this trouble, I made a little gift for you while you took your sweet sweet time to come here!"

I walk up to Freeze and stuff a thermos with super fast drying super glue covering the outside and hot soup inside of it up Freeze's gun.

"Soup worked for Bats so it should work for me!" I dash out of the Auditorum, running into the first room I find. There I grab a few pillows, sticking them onto my shoes with super glue and hold the last pillow to my head. After crashing through the window I slam hard onto the ground. A few moments later I dash off into the night, attempting to escape Freeze's madness.

watsonlives

06-08-2001, 12:15 AM

Tonight just hasn't been a good night. The other thief still has one of the lions, I believe. One of those Batmen has the other. But I don't know who has the one I need. If those Bat people have it, Which one. I've lost both of the bat-guys and the cat burgalar. My employer will not be very happy. I don't really know what it is I am stealing. I know the lions were originaly part of a chess set belonging to Louis XIV. Both are solid gold. During WWII the chess set was stolen and most of the gold and silver pieces melted down. these are all that remain. A previous owner hollowed out one of the pieces and hid something inside. I don't know what's in it, but my employer wants it very badly. Someone is behind me!? Several men with guns, they look like some kind of elite soldiers, completely dressed in black with their faces covered. One soldier asks in a forien accent "where is the lion? " The speaker is female. " I don't know! " I reply. " I think you are lying" she says, then she motions to the guards. There are to many to escape with out being shot. Think fast. " I stole it from the museum, but I was aprehended by a masked man. He took it before I escaped, but He threw this at me." I I toss the boomerang I stole from the girl at her feet. "beloved." the woman says. then she says "kill him." I tense to try to escpe when one of the bat men jumps into the middle of the fray.

Shriek

06-08-2001, 12:34 AM

"Blasts!" I drop the gun. "It's time to test what this beast can do," I say to myself.

I point my wrist out the window and aim for the ground in front of Joker. My helmet tints and up pops an infared scanner with a target system. The Joker's body heat is logged in with the scanner and I fire 3 blasts of Ice.

One blast completely ices the street and the other smashes Joker to the ground pinnis his chest into the ice. The last blast of ice freezes a gas tanker.

I quickly form a slide that ends next to the Joker. "Having fun?" I ask. "Now you will pay the price," I kick his head to the right sending him to never never land.

"You lucky I don't kill you," I coldy say as I walk away.

I walk down the street disappearing into the night.

OOC: I don't wanna kill ya now do I?

AndreaBeaumont

06-08-2001, 02:30 AM

The Arrival

OOC: Here goes tell me what you think!

I pull my fur wrap tighter around me as I step off the small prop plane. I was lucky to get that! Luckily, my philosophy that ANYONE can be bought for the right price proved true once again. Of course the dear pilot was uneasy about flying in such conditions as these but with the proper coaxing he was more than happy to risk his plane.

As I step out of the plane and am being helped down the steep steps by the pilot himself I glance at the huge dents in aluminum cover on the plane. It's a wonder those huge hail didn't go through one side and out the other! I reach the snowy pavement and cringe as the wetness seeps through my cloth pumps. The pilot dashes back up the stairs and grabs another slender white hand. I look up and can tell he's having trouble coaxing her down into this mess.

"Angela! Hurry up already the sooner you're out of that plane the sooner we get to the dry hotel!" I call up trying to move things along.

I watch as she finally starts making her way down the stairs tentatively. I smile. My pride and joy. My daughter. From her red hair and her dark features to the tips of her dainty toes..perfect in my eyes always.
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I watch my mother descend gracefully down the stairs lead by the dreadful pilot who kept leering at me. She makes it look so easy. I on the other hand stare dizzily down at the cold pavement below. I groan to myself as the pilot runs back up the stairs smiling...leering. He grabs my hand and I freeze.

"Come on...it'll be okay," he whispers, still smiling," I won't let you fall.."

My mother yells something up to me I don't quite catch but I take a deep breath and start down the steps. Absolutely TERRIFIED. I sigh as I reach the bottom. So relieved I don't notice the cold wetness on my feet. We start walking as the pilot has already run and gotten our luggage is carrying it close behind. We walk into a gothic dark bricked building light with terrible fluorescent lights. I squint painfully. Suddenly we are outside again after passing through the main building of the small airport and hail a cab. I climb in and sigh looking at the dreary landscape.

As we pull away from the curve I turn to my mother and ask, "It doesn't always snow in Gotham in June does it?"

Tim Drake

06-08-2001, 02:25 PM

To Andrea

I like it so far. Very cool! Just wondering did you read my Phantasm message?

Tim Drake

06-08-2001, 05:43 PM

Robin-

I was actually planning on stopping the Hardac Duplicant, but then the police radio buzzed of the Joker causing mayhem at the Hilton.

I arrive at the scene. As I shut off my engine my ears recieve a thunderous echoing of laughter. Great, i think to myself. He's already been here. I spot a side entrance to the hotel and walk through.

The sound of laughter travels and lead me to an auditorium filled with people. Some strapped to seats, others running about madly, and all laughing courtesey of the Joker. I look about. Damage in the room shows signs of a skirmish that ended up outside.

Sure enough a massive hole sits on one end of the auditorium. I walk out only to slip and fall clusmily on my butt. I laugh at myself and carefully stand up. I look around to find the majority of the street layered with ice. Its looks like I've finally caught up with Freeze. In one corner, my eyes catch the glimpse of a body. I race over.

I find the Joker, unconscious, practically encased in ice. Only his feet and head portrude from the ice. His face is badly bleeding. I check his pulse. He's alive but barely. Why would Freeze be after the Joker?

I call in the Gotham Police and Arkham about the Joker's whereabouts. Right before I head back toward the Hilton I see the silhouette of a man walking steadily away from the scene. Instantly I throw a pair of binoculars in front of my face. Its Freeze. Sporting the same confident and cold walk that has become all to familar to me. I know I should stay till the police arrive to pick up the Joker, but I need to figure out what's going on.

I sprint as silently as I can across the sidewalk. I'm nearly behind Mr. Freeze now. At the last moment Freeze turns around. He raises his arm which I see has a small gun of some sort on it. Too late to dodge I think. I jump into a flying side quick that connects directly with Freeze's stomach. In the same moment ice erupts from the small gun that barely misses contact with my foot. It freezes the lampost behind me. Freeze tumbles over. I caught him off guard with this move when he was kidnapping Barbara. I know from experience that he will be back on his feet in moments.

Crap! I better think of something. I prepare quickly by grabbing a batarang in one hand and my tazer in the other.

OOC: make it good Shriek!

redDragon

06-08-2001, 08:51 PM

Er, Shriek.....your last post, to me, just seems really unrealistic......from what I've gathered, there are windows in auditoriums, I've never heard of one that has them.....um since when does Freeze get a nifty infared scanner and targeting system? Why would he want one? I don't see Freeze as the type who would go out and do that...sorry...and uh....there are probably other people in the area....ie....laughing bodies and miscellanous others..and would you PLEASE stop putting Joker in such annoying situations that makes it rather hard for me to make him actually do something normally? How is he supposed to do anything with an ice gun in his face? And now he's inactive!! ::cries:: Wot am I supposed to do w/ a hunk of frozen meat? School's almost out and now I can't do nadda! :(

Bud 'n Lou

06-08-2001, 10:28 PM

OOC: Sorry for voicing Harley for you, Eve, but I need her! :)

IC: I drive toward the lab, when I come across some debris in the street. I slow down to see what happened.

The roof of a building is caved in. I see two hyenas nosing around the wreckage.

HARLEY!

I jam on the brakes and throw myself out of the car. I climb over to where the hyenas are rummaging and move aside the debris until I uncover a hand.

"Harley!"

The hand twitches. I clear more rubbish away until she's fully exposed, and make sure she's OK...she's breathing normally. Some minor injuries. Just unconscious. I drag her over to the car as quickly as I can. The cops might be here any second. The two hyenas follow us.

I struggle getting the backseat door open. As soon as I do, the filthy hyenas bound in. I would normally be upset with their dirtying the upolstery, but right now I'm more worried about Harley.

When she's safely inside, I drive off, looking for a place I can stop to treat her wounds. I reach into my bag and take out some medicinal herbs.

I hear moaning from the back seat. I step on the brake. *THUMP THUMP* The hyenas smash into the back of the front seats.

"Ugh.." Harley starts to move. I take a handful of leaves from my bag and turn around to hold them under Harley's nose. Her eyes pop open. She squints, dazed. Bud and Lou immediately start licking her face. She jerks her head back, surprised.

"Harley," I say. She looks at me distantly. Then her eyes begin to widen.

"Red," she says weakly. She smiles faintly and rubs her pets. She groans, trying to sit up. I help her. "Turn on the radio."

I do as she says. I also open the window a crack, hoping the cold air will wake her up more.

I start driving again. I check on her in the mirror, and see her bobbing around tiredly from the bumps in the road. I slow down a little, so she won't be bouced so much.

"...we have just gotten word that the Joker has taken over the Hanoi Hilton in downtown Gotham. Sources say the Clown Prince of Crime has gassed the partons of the five-start hotel and..."

"Puddin'!" Harley mumbles from the backseat. "Ivy, take me to see him."

I don't want to argue with her right now. I head toward the hotel.

Harley's a little more lucid now. "Turn it up, Red," she says, leaning over the front seats.

I'm worried the cops might be there by the time we arrive. I drive a little faster.

Down the street from the hotel, there is a large lump of ice on the ground. I drive by it slowly, and see there is a face embedded in it. Harley sees it too.

I stop the car. She opens the door and spills into the street. "Puddin!"

She pounds at the ice and tries to free him. Further ahead of us, I see Robin and Freeze. As much as I'd like to leave him to die there, I get out of the car to help Harley before they see us. We manage to pry him off the street, me doing most of the work, since Harley is too weak to do much.

We load him in the back with Harley and the hyenas, and she tends to him.

I hear sirens on the way, and drive away speedily.

George will have to wait.

catz

06-08-2001, 10:39 PM

OOC: Hey, whatever did happen to Eve (Harley) or the person who wanted to play Bane???
:confused:

~catz

Bud 'n Lou

06-09-2001, 01:17 AM

Originally posted by catz
OOC: Hey, whatever did happen to Eve (Harley) or the person who wanted to play Bane???

Deceased?

AndreaBeaumont

06-09-2001, 01:48 AM

Be it ever so humble...

OOC: To Robin- Yeah I read...thanks for the info...but would anyone care if I disregard it? *winces* See that didn't exactly fit into my orig game plan...and since it IS in a comic and not the show...I was thinkin maybe it wouldn't be that big of a deal? Tell me what you think! -Em (Now back to the RP!)

I look over my shoulder as I'm unpacking to see Ang staring out the sliding glass door and frown. This probably wasn't the best idea I think. Oh well we'll be out of here in a week...there's really NOTHING to worry about..

My brow furrows more so as I continue to sort through our clothes, gingerly placing them in their designated spots within the small, walnut..well at least that's what I think it is from the smell of it..drawers.

"Ang, dear, toss the other bag over here will you?" I ask without looking up.

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I walk over to the sliding glass doors of our hotel room and and push aside the gray-blue blinds, a perfect match to the gray-blue plush carpet beneath my bare feet.

I hate hotel rooms. From the boring monotonus color scheme's to the NEW ROOM smell carefully instilled by the maid every morning. I love our house back in Europe. Never boring...and it has that great...LIVED-IN smell. Maybe I'm just crazy.

I press my finger tips against the cool glass as I stare outside at the dreary city below, sirens wail in the distance. The view from the 18th floor would be amazing in any other city. Here it's just
depressing. Everything gray and cold...with that weird red hazy sky. There's something about this city...not just how..how..gloomy it is, I've been in other cities or parts of them like this but I have this odd, oppressive feeling I shouldn't be here. It creeps me out!

"Ang, dear, toss the other bag over here will you?" My mother calls snapping me out of my brooding daze.

I do that a lot I've noticed. Brood. It's such a funny word when you think about it. I smirk at the thought as I toss the bag on the bed closest to my mother.

I slip on my slippers as I walk back to the sliding glass doors and this time I open them only to hear my mother shriek something about the cold. I close the doors behind me to appease my mother but I'm secretly hoping to block out any further protest or speech she might have about the subject.."..at this hour?!..in this weather?!"

I sigh. I guess she is just trying to protect to me. Ever since my sixteenth birthday and the EARLY onset of womanly figure, I find myself getting more looks like that pilot gave me. I know my mother notices them too. I've always looked older than I am. Even though my seventeenth birthday IS in JUST a little over a month, I know she still thinks of me as her baby.

I walk to the edge of the balcony and lean over the rod iron railing to get a better view of the street below. My mother always said I was fearless..I must get it from my father because I can't for the life of me imagine my mother braving anything beyond a garden- variety- spider- in- the- kitchen- situation. She never talks about him....I don't even know his name...

SilverKnight

06-09-2001, 02:26 AM

OOC: Okay, I'm not sure if there were any thugs left from the Joker, so I'm gonna assume so. Sorry rD...:) By the way, nerdgirl, I hope you don't mind if I adlib you, cool?

I slip inside the Hanoi Hilton by way of a vent, carefully placing the gas mask over my face. The vent's a snug fit, but I manage to move around freely enough. Trying to keep as quiet as possible, I spy down the grate to see people on the ground, screaming and laughing like idiots. To my left, my eyes catch sight of a Joker thug. The stocky man holds in his paws a semi-automatic rifle, a Joker mask adorning his face. He's not more than a few feet away from me. I could take him down in seconds, if no one else were to interfere. I scan the area again, and see another thug a few yards from him, most likely watching his back for any activity.

Probably watching for *my* activity, if I know the Joker at all. I frown, thinking of a way to take one down without alarming the other. There are many strewn within the two, in various positions, and it would be nearly impossible to attack either without several innocents being murdered in the process. This vent is over the middle of the lobby--hidden well, naturally, but that does me little solace when I have nothing to hide behind in the monstrous room. I may have to double-back and find another entrance--

I hear the distinct sound of a vent grate opening, and shortly thereafter a thump. My eyes dart over to see--

Oh *no*.

She's supposed to be following the *duplicant*--

The man to my left turns, eyes wide behind the pasty mask. Well, now or never. As he hefts his gun up to aim at Batgirl, I kick out the grate. I grab the edge and let gravity take its course. I let go, barreling into the short man a scant few seconds before he fires. He drops to the ground, groaning in pain. He's out. I immediately wheel around to see Batgirl fighting off the much larger man, whose gun had been kicked behind her, all while having one glove over her hand.

I hurl a Batarang at the lackey's head. It hits him square in the temple, and he stumbles forward. Batgirl then smartly elbows him in the neck as he's hunched over, knocking him to the ground, laying motionless. "Batgirl!" I shout as best I can through the thick mask, immediately catching her attention.

She faces me for the first time, and I see her face is red, as if she's holding her breath. I toss to her another mask, which she gratefully puts on. I go about trying to give what antidote to the Joker's toxin I can to the more worse cases. By this point and time, I hear the far off sirens of the police arriving, and most of the people are unconscious.

I check my belt. I have no serum left. The police cars pull up to the door. My cue to leave. I and Batgirl disappear up the stairwell, into the much more refreshing morning air. The smart-ass within me smirks, amused that I just called Gotham air "refreshing". I shake it off, turning to face Batgirl as soon as we're on the roof. "What are you doing here?" I growl, grabbing the mask out of her outstretched hand.

She puts her hands on her hips, obviously not pleased with my tone of voice. Attitude. Headstrong. Stubborn. She *really* reminds me of someone... "You told me to put a tracer on the HARDAC special. I did that."

I blink. 'HARDAC special'? How did she know--

I hear fighting down below, and gaze downwards. I see a car carreening down the road, skidding to a stop. Out falls Harley Quinn, who attempts to pry up a frozen Joker. Poison Ivy then jumps out of the car, helping her. After a moment, they pull him from the ground, carrying the unconscious clown to the car, and hastily driving off.

"What was *that*?" I hear Batgirl ask to the side of me.

I merely shrug. Again, I hear noises, but from the alley. I cross the roof to see Robin facing down Freeze, who seems disoriented and confused. Like he's recovering from a punch. However, he quickly stands straight, turning for him.

I nod quickly to Batgirl, and we both dive off the ledge.

OOC: I hope I didn't screw anyone up.

nerdgirl

06-09-2001, 04:04 AM

OOC--Don't worry, SilverKnight! I didn't mind you adlibbing me at all, and you didn't screw me up a bit! I like what you did, actually! Now I'll adlib you just a little bit. I hope I do you justice.

IC--I make my way to the Hanai Hilton. As soon as I come through a vent, I am almost overwhelmed by the fumes of the Joker's laughing gas. I hold my breath as I find a grating and push it out. I jump down into a room filled with laughing people and some clowns in hideous Joker masks. One aims his gun toward me. From another vent, Batman jumps down. He takes out that guy while I try to take out the other. He knocks him out with a batarang, and he hands me a gas mask. Batman then helps some of the clown's victims.

Once we get up to the roof and I return Batman's gas mask, he askes me "What are you doing here?" as if he is ready to bite off my head.

"You told me to put a tracer on the HARDAC special. I did that!" I snarl back, letting him know I'm not pleased with his attitude. I did just like he said! He didn't want me to do anything else! He then looks at me as if I couldn't have figured that out. I make still be a "rookie", at least to him, but I'm no half-brained idiot, either! I get the impression that sometimes Robin gets fed up with Batman, too. He must do the same thing to him. Maybe sometime Robin and I will have to have a Batman-neck-straggling party!

Anyway, while en route to the Hilton, I thought about Batman's "twin". He was unusually strong and agile, even for the Dark Knight, and he seemed to think that he really was the real Batman. Also, I thought I heard a "clank" sound when the tracer landed on him. That didn't sound human to me. I then remembered when my father was replaced by a robot look-alike. The robot also was made of metal, and he too was very strong and flexible. He thought he was my dad, too. I put one and one together and got two, figuring that the double was really a HARDAC duplicate of Batman. I think the real Batman knew this too, and he didn't tell me! What's he have to hide?

Before I could confront him with my discovery, we catch sight of a ruckus below. Poison Ivy drives up to a spot below, and she and Harley Quinn run out of the car and pry Joker off of the ground. They put him in the car and drive off.

"What was THAT?" I ask Batman?

He just shrugs. Then, we have another interruption. Up the street, Robin is fighting with Mr. Freeze. Mr. Freeze is just getting off of the ground. I see that Robin is getting ready to attack him again. Mr Freeze, now on his feet, aims his gun toward the Boy Wonder. As he shoots, Robin lands a side kick into his side, making him miss. Instead, he accidently aims up, and the ice beam leads toward the hotel roof.

"Arrrggggg!" I scream as the ice beam hits me, throwing me against a generator and knocking me on my tush. The ice covers my whole upper body, except for me head, and seals me to the generator. I can only move my head and legs. Both my arms, and my belt, are stuck in the ice. I'm useless now!

"Batgirl!" Batman yells as he runs toward me.
Mr. Freeze must have heard me. Below, I can hear Mr. Freeze ask Robin "What's it going to be, Boy Wonder, me, or the girl?" What a mess I'm in now!

Tim Drake

06-09-2001, 12:49 PM

You've got something interesting going so who am I to stop it? As far as I'm concerned it doesn't matter that you ignore the Phantasm comic issue.

Tim Drake

06-09-2001, 02:45 PM

Robin-

I feel like I'm in a western. The icy steet is abandoned. The large hole in the Hilton's auditorium casts uneven light upon the street leaving distorted shadows. Freeze and I stand directly in front of each other. I hold my batarang and tazer as if they were pistols. The stillness in the air combined with the silent atmosphere focuses everything on our standstill.

I don't glance behind, but I am well aware that Batgirl is encased in ice behind me. Batman is at her side attempting to free her from the frozen generator she sticks to.

I tire of the standstill. Bruce can help Batgirl. I lunge at Freeze once more and throw a batarang toward his helmet. He deflects the batarang with his arm and attempts to grab me with his massive arms.

Using the ice to my advantage, I duck and allow myself to slide through his legs. At the same time I ready my tazer hoping to catch Freeze in the back. He turns quicker than I expected. Right as his body faces mine again I plunge the tazer directly in his chest. Electricity surges throughout Freeze's suit.

Darn it. The suit's stronger than I thought. Freeze raises his arm and knocks my tazer clear across the street. He spins 180 degrees and falls to his kness, his breathing labored. I glance around the street for my weapon. In the same instant Freeze fires his wrist gun once again.

"No!" I yell. The beam travels toward Batman who is still freeing Batgirl. It captures Bruce in the foot. I disregard the tazer and Freeze I run over to Batman and Batgirl. Its in vain though. I reach them just as Bruce frees himself with a batarang.

I use a small explosive to separate a nearby lampost from the street. Bruce and I struggle with its weight but manage to wield it as a baseball bat. The ice around batgirl shatters but she continues to sit against the frozen generator.

Before batgirl stands up I begin searching for Freeze. Bruce helps batgirl to her feet.

"Damn it! He's gone!"

If only miss amateur here hadn't become hostage girl. I look at Batgirl with a face of compassion and dissaproval at the same time. I can't be too mad though she's still fairly disoriented.

The batmobile pulls up alongside us.

"Let's go." Bruce orders

I snap back quickly with a question

"Where exactly are we going?"

AndreaBeaumont

06-09-2001, 09:26 PM

...There's no place...

OOC: Well I don't know how interesting it is...I don't even know why Andrea decided to take a visit here yet:o ...lol...(notice the lengthy posts about nothing)lol..:rolleyes:

I mutter under my breath about my hard headed daughter as I finish unpacking. All the while never taking my eyes off her leaning over the railing! I figure she needs some time to herself but finally I can't take it anymore and walk to the sliding door to open it when the phone rings. I turn around and grab the phone off the table between the beds.

"Hello?" I say a little suspiciously.

"Is this Andrea Carlis?" the voice asks.

I sigh glad my fake alias is sticking,"Yes."

"This is your overseas Real Estate manager, Christopher Filick, I looked over your files and I think we can do business with no problem. I was thinking we could meet for dinner tonight to discuss details in person rather than over the phone?" said the voice on the other end.

"Sure.."I reply.

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I sigh and turn to go back inside and see my mother on the phone. I open the door and dive onto the bed. I pretend to thumb through the Bible I found laying on the ground next to the bed while I listen to the dinner plans she's making. When she hangs up the phone I toss the Bible back on the nightstand.

"Who was that?" I ask.

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"Oh just the real estate agent..he wants to discuss plans for selling the house over dinner." I reply and watch for the disgusted and saddened look I know will come with the mention of the selling of the house again.

"I suppose you wouldn't want to come would you?" I ask already knowing the answer as I flip on the television and turn it to the local news.

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I roll over and sit up, my back facing my mother to try hide upset look on my face. It's hard on her too and I know me upset only makes it harder. To move to Metropolis that is.

"If it's okay with you I'll just stay here and watch some television," I say staring out the glass door as it begins to snow again.

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I bite my bottom lip as I stare at my daughter's back and turn back to the television.

"Alright then...just don-.." I stop mid-sentence and turn up the volumn as a picture of the Joker and a newscasters voice comes on.

"...the Joker's recent attack on Hanoi Hilton with his patented, lethal laughing gas. The attack leaves the authorities and the people of Gotham horrifie- .."

I turn off the T.V. and sink to the bed. I don't even realize that Ang has gotten up, walked over, and placed her arm around me; pleading with me to tell her what's wrong.

"Ang," I say in choked voice,"Are you sure you won't come with me?"

Bud 'n Lou

06-09-2001, 10:10 PM

I drive wearily back toward the mansion. It's been a long night.

I look in the mirror to see Joker laying motionless on Harley's lap. The two hyenas sit haphazardly, salivating on the leather seats.

I drive up to the front of the house. I'm too exhausted to pull into the car port. And it's easier to lug that miserable clown inside from here.

I put my bag on my shoulder, and help carry the Joker inside. I'd much rather he sleep in the garage.

Harley lays his upper half gingerly down on the couch in the parlor room to the left of the entrance. I drop his legs down on it carelessly.

"We gotta fix him up, Red," Harley tells me seriously, kneeling at his side.

I don't like the situation I've been put in. I don't want him in my hideout. His presense makes me feel violated. I feel invaded.

"I don't want him here, Harley," I say.

Her face falls. "We'll leave," she says.

I almost let her, even though I don't want her to. But I realize she'll be a welcome distraction from George. "Don't," I say without looking at her. "I'll go get some herbs."

I leave the sitting room and pick some healing herbs from the plants in the kitchen. I'm not in a pleasant mood. Again, I feel powerless. I want to tell Harley how mad I am, but I don't want to upset her.

The plague.

It pops back into my mind.

Harley comes into the kitchen. "I'm sorry, Red. I know you an' Mistah J don't get along so well."

I bite my tongue. I don't want to let anything slip that will upset her.

"Can I help?" she asks after a stretch of silence.

"I'm done," I say. I unload the herbs in her hands. She accepts them awkwardly. She starts to say something, but I cut her off. "Wait here."

"Ok," she nods.

I fetch the antidote to the plague from my small lab and return to her with it. "Take this," I tell her, handing it to her.

"What is it?" she asks eyeing the vile.

"It's an antidote. It'll vaccinate you."

She looks at me. "Against what?"

"I'm going to release a plague on the city, Harley." She looks at me blankly. "Gotham has been a virtual toxic waste dump for too long. Factories, cars, the people and countless other things are all poisoning earth. Her beautiful plants can barely thrive anymore. There's no civil solution to the problem, Harley. The plague will wipe out the city in days. And it won't be long before it spreads all over the world. Mankind will cease to be, and their tools of destruction will no longer pose a threat to mother earth. The dead will give new life to the planet, serving to fertilize the soil, and making it prime for cultivation."

She looks disturbed by this. "How much are you gonna ask them to pay for the antidote?" she asks softly.

She can't possibly understand. I tell her something to quiet her. "Not much. The money isn't what's important."

"You have one for Mistah J too, right?" she says hopefully.

I suppose now I must vaccinate the Joker as well. I hate having to share with him. I produce another vile and we go into the parlor. Harley turns on the radio, and we work on reviving him with the herbs.

He begins to come around, but is still hazy. I fill the contents of one of the viles into a syringe. "Would you like to have the honors?" I ask her.

"I guess I should," she says hesitantly.

She injects him with the antidote, and he jerks himself into a sitting position with a scream of pain. The cry frightens the hyenas out of the room.

"Harley," he moans.

"Hey puddin'. Sorry about the prick," she said, grinning.

"You want yours now?" I break in.

She looks wary. "Ok..." she sighs as Joker mumbles an incoherent greeting to me.

"Don't worry. I know how much you hate needles, so I made this one ingestable." I smile.

Harley looks at me, slightly wounded that I made her give Joker his intravenously, but glad he's too dazed to understand.

"Lemme have it," she says.

"EEUCH! Geez, Ivy!" she gags. "This is horrible. Is it too late to take my chances with the plague?"

I smirk at her, and she does the same.

"He's startin' to wake up," Harley states. "Got anything I can feed 'im?"

I bring her to the pantry. She's amused by my hostage.

"She the maid?"

"She was, but lately she's just been sitting there doing nothing," I say. "I'm thinking of letting her go."

Harley makes some selections while I have a little fun with the maid.

"AHHHH!"

Harley and I look at one another. The maid winces. The scream came from the sitting room. Did Batman find us?

The two of us rush back to the front room. There we find Joker, cackling.

"What is it, Puddin'?" Harley asks, pleased that he seems to be getting back to his old self.

"My care packages have arrived! Listen!" he shouts.

"...both Summer Gleason and Mayor Hill have fallen victim to the famed clown's smilex gas-filled grapefruits, and are being treated at Gotham General," the radio informs us. "The package sent to police headquarters didn't reach Commission James Gordon, as he was reporting to the scene of a related crime at the time, but many other officers are have been afflicted..."

He starts his shrill cackling again, and I begin gritting my teeth.

SilverKnight

06-10-2001, 12:52 AM

Great. He's gone.

"Let's go," I order wearily. It's been a long night.

Robin--who seemed to be in a daze, staring strangely at Batgirl, snaps back to reality. "Where exactly are we going?"

I'm about to say 'the Batcave' when my eyes catch Batgirl's semi-dazed expression, and I rethink. "Batgirl," I begin, when she is able to stand on her own, "where can I drop you off?" I know that sentence came out wrong from the evil eye I get from Robin, but right now I don't care. I only return the glare, which he'll hopefully understand. I can't very well bring her back to the Batcave with me.

He still looks angry, but he sighs. "I'll take her back, Batman," he offers, his gaze never leaving mine. "To *wherever*."

Batgirl, the mental haze around her seemingly gone, smiles slightly at Robin. He smiles in return, taking her hand, and they both dive off the edge. I watch them dash down the street, Robin helping her onto the 'cycle. Well, he's more courteous than I am, that's a plus. I shake my head free of the thought, rappelling down the side of the building.

I sit inside the Batmobile, turning on the tracker that Batgirl supposedly put on the duplicant me. It's not that I don't trust her word--I don't, but that's not the point--but I find it hard to believe she could make such good time in tracking him and getting back to the Hanoi Hilton. I see the red blip for a moments, traveling around the south end. I rev the engines, about to go after him when the blip disappears. I stare at the screen for a moment, in shock. Then the realization dawns on me.

The "HARDAC special" found the tracer.

Dammit all to Hell.

I growl lowly, resisting the urge to break something. Sighing tiredly, I decide to call it a night. It's far too light out for me to be scowering the city for my double. HARDAC or not, that machine still contains my personal traits, so it--*he*--will know better than to stay out in the daylight for too long.

I travel down the snow-covered roads toward the looming Wayne Manor far off in the distance. Ah, there's nothing like home. After I pull into the Batcave, I call Robin quickly. "Robin."

"Yeah?" He still sounds somewhat angry.

"Have you dropped her off?" I'm gonna be in for it now. I only hear the radio's crackling over the line. Do I take that as a 'yes'? "Robin?"

"Yeah, she's been dropped off," he replies grudingly.

I nod. "Good, come back to the Batcave. It's been a long night."

"Right. Robin out."

I turn the comm off, and begin to strip my suit off. After a refreshing quick shower, I'm off to bed. Finally, I might add. I may be able to deal without sleep for several days at a time, and some times may even reject sleep, but even I have my limits. My God how this line of works makes you appreciate little things like sleep and home.

And family.

I wince as the word echoes in my head. I shake my head free of my wandering thoughts as I enter my bedroom. Just lack of sleep, that's all. I barely hear the sounds of Alfred entering as I drift off to sleep.

OOC: Yeah, I'm a little weenie. :D

nerdgirl

06-10-2001, 03:33 AM

That feels much better! After Robin's battle with Mr. Freeze, he comes up to help Batman free me from this sheet of ice I'm in. The whole ordeal has left me a little disoriented, but I soon come to.

Robin volunteers to drop me off. We exchnge smiles. He then takes me by the hand, and together we leap off the roof. We make our way down to the ground to his cycle. He helps me up on it. He eve helps me with the helmet. What a gentleman! He treats me with a gentleness that I somehow find familiar.

He mounts the bike in front of me. As he starts it up, I cling to his chest. What a feeling! Here I am, sitting behind the Boy Wonder on a motorcycle, holding on to him. What an exhilerating feeling! It kinda feels romantic, and ev a little sexy, too! Maybe it is all the excitement, or maybe even a lack of sleep, but this is feeling good!

All good things don't last forever! I have Robin drop me off near the police station and Natural History Museum. After he speeds away, I run to a nearby alley, where I left my backback. Luckily, it is still there. I duck into a stairwell and change back into my civilian clothes. I check my watch, and it is 9:30. Dad should be in his office by now. Now I can go back to my original plan of visiting him.

I go into the police station, and I am greeted by a haunting site. Some medics are treating a few police officers on the floor. Most of them are laughing hysterically. The others are unconscious, with huge smiles plastered on their faces. I know whose handywork this is! I hope Dad didn't fall victim, too!

Out in the hall, I see Officer Montoya, who is up and about. I go out to talk to her. "What happened?" I ask her.

"A strange package came in the mail for your father, Miss Gordon," she explains. "It contained a grapefruit that must have been contaminated with the Joker's gas. These officers got hit with it."

"Where's Dad? Is he alright?" I begin to panic.

"He's fine," she assures me. "Just before it arrived, he was called out to a fight on South Earl Street."

"Oh, thank Heavens!" I breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Officer Montoya!" I say as I turn toward the front exit.

"Sure thing!" she answers. "Will you be alright going home by yourself? I can take you..."

"I'll be fine!" I tell her as I walk out the door. "Thanks!"

Great! This never seems to end! It's one thing after another! I guess there's no reast for the weary! I wonder if that fight my dad was called to has anything to do with any of the masked creeps I had to deal with earlier. Maybe I better take a walk over there and find out. I'll stay in these clothes for now. They're warmer. It's nice to be out of the suit for a while, anyway. Off to another adventure, probably!

catz

06-10-2001, 07:31 PM

I wake up with a yawn, stretching my arms out after finally getting some well, wanted, rest. I check my answering machine, noticing that Bruce still hasn’t replied to my message about the wildlife refuge. I wouldn’t usually ask but the refuge hasn’t been receiving any donations lately and I refuse to throw a society gala for a group of pretentious aristocrats who think that giving to charities is just another way of showing how much they have in the bank.

I sigh going over to the TV. The Hanoi hotel is still iced over and apparently the Joker made an escape along with Harley causing the police station to go hysterical in the search for them. I laughed. What criminal wouldn’t?

I soon get fed up with my lack of inactivity and make my way toward my closet. I grab my suit realizing the trouble it got me into the last time I put it on, but shrug off the thought. I need a little excitement. I look over to my clock and see that it’s an hour passed midnight. I figure I have about two hours before having to come back in. I smile, just enough time for me to visit a friend. I open the doors to my balcony feeling the air rush pass me just before I leap out and launch my whip to the next building repeating the process until I finally reach my destination.

I land on the small platform that holds the sign, Gotham Zoo, overhead. I put away my whip, walking over to the lion cage that holds Sarah and her baby cub.

“Hey precious...How are you doing today.” I say in a soft whisper to her, pulling out a brown paper bag.

“Here…I brought you a gift.” I hand her a piece of steak fresh from my fridge. She gobbles it up and begins to purr softly letting me see her cub.

“Ah…so you’re finally going to let me see him after 40 steaks.” I laugh looking at the newborn baby.

Suddenly hearing something behind me, I get up staring into the darkness not seeing a thing. “You been in Gotham too long Selina…you need to take a vacation.” I say to myself.

:D

Bird Boy

06-11-2001, 09:56 AM

I'm bane, I'm just still trying to figure out what I'm gonna do with him.. sorry for the wait.. :)

-BB

watsonlives

06-11-2001, 12:17 PM

I find the new criminal in the process of being attaked by several armed soldiers. I move in quickly and dispatch most of them. During this the criminal attempts to steal the statue I confiscated from catwoman. He does not suceed. He does distract me long enough for one of the assailants to do some damage, however. I repair the damage easily, but the tracking device put upon me by the girl is destoyed. I cannot count on the other Batman coming to me now, so I will have to go to him. I dipatch most of the soldiers, but their leader, a female, is especialy formidable. She refers to me as "beloved" , inferring some type of personal aquaintance. searching files.... Identified. the suspect is Talia, the daughter of Ras Al Ghul. She and the remaining soldiers escape apprehension. the new criminal also escapes from the fray. I inform the Police via scanner of the locations of 4the soldiers I have subdued, then leave. It is daylight, so I can be fairly certain of where the other Batman will be. I return to the cave. He and I need to have a .... discussion

SilverKnight

06-12-2001, 01:45 AM

I'm not even sure if I really fell asleep at *all* before Alfred shakes me awake. "Sir...*sir*!"

He's never apprehensive about anything. My eyes snap open, tensed for a fight. "What is it Alfred?"

He hurriedly crosses over me to a small computer console near my bed. Pressing a few keys the cameras pop up on the screen. "*That* is what, sir."

My eyes are glued to the screen in front of me as I see a lithe shadow tearing through the trees, with speed and grace that can't possibly be human.

Great.

I bolt down the stairs and into the Batcave, changing into my suit. Not that the man--machine doesn't know who I am, it's just I'd rather face h--it with the mask than in my underwear. I turn to Alfred. "Alfred, contact Dick from the console upstairs. Tell him *not* to come here. I don't want him injured in this."

He nods. "Of course, sir." He races up the long winding steps, because when it comes to the Batman duplicant, every second counts.

I hear a noise off in the distance, and instinctively I know it's him. I've already locked the code into the computer, one that the duplicant can't even override--if I'm figuring correctly, he can now access the Batcomputer at will. The faint noise bounces off the cavernous walls of the cave, and I press enter. Everything immediately shuts down within the confines of the Batcave, and all exits that I know of are sealed shut.

I made this failsafe a long time ago, when I first became Batman, should anyone ever infiltrate the 'cave. True, I've never really used it until then--it's a rather lengthy code, and it can't be overriden, so it'd be a genuine pain in the ass to reconfigure everything. Now, though, is the perfect test for it.

Time to settle all the scores.

OOC: Yup, I'm wierd like that. :) Have fun, watson.

watsonlives

06-12-2001, 06:22 PM

I enter the cave. The systems shut down. I see he has a failsafe code. I cannot overide bescause the code itself is not hidden within the system, it is in Bruces mind. he has apperently never written it anywhere else but this program. it is what I would have done. i am not without plans of my own, however, it is a good thing that Bruce always plans for any contingency. There is a batsuit specialy designed for anti-terrorist manuvers. It is insulated against electrical shock and specialy padded for defense against explosives. Bruce should not have been aware that I was coming, but I check the suit for boobytraps anyway before I put it on. this will hamper movement some, but it will give exelent defence if we are forced to play rough. He is coming now. " Hello Bruce. I did not come here to fight with you, but I will not allow you to shut me down. I will defend my life if necessary. If there has to be a confrontation, I would rather it be here, on my own terms, than to be hunted down at your convenience. I suspect you would react the same way in my situation. So, we have a problem. There are two of us. I think of myself as Batman just as you do. What should we do about it?"

SilverKnight

06-13-2001, 12:43 AM

OOC: Hm...good question. You fit the role of Batman perfectly, I must say. :) Even if you are a machine. :D By the way, that was supposed to be a compliament. but anyway...

I walk forward as I see the duplicant melt from the shadows. He found the anti-electrical suit. Damn, I should've known he'd use that. He *is* me, after all. It absorbs electric shock and for the most part protects against most explosive material. However, it is a cumbersome suit, and it will slow him, if the need to get physical arises.

That offers little defense, however. "Hello Bruce. I did not come here to fight with you, but I will not allow you to shut me down. I will defend my life if necessary."

Naturally, so would I. I think of any possible advantage I have over him. "If there has to be a confrontation, I would rather it be here, on my own terms, than to be hunted down at your convenience."

He's been shut down for approximately 18 months, while I have been around, living and learning. While I have not outright brushed up on my training, I'm fairly certain I now know a few moves that does not. Again, little solace when you're talking about fighting someone who can snap you in two like a twig. "I suspect you would react the same way in my situation. So, we have a problem."

Indeed we do. I may have learned some new moves and tactics, but despite the common belief, I'm still only human. I need food, water, rest. He does not. He will never tire and never wear out of his own accord. I will, eventually. And he's knows that. So far, I've only come up with every disadvantage I could think of in my favor. That's...disconcerting, to say the least. "There are two of us. I think of myself as Batman just as you do. What should we do about it?"

I don't speak at first, clicking through options and tactics should this become a fight for my life. However, as he said moments ago, I don't believe he came for a fight. If that were true, we would have had it out earlier in the night. So, figuring that I'm at a serious disadvantage at this point and time, it would be slightly more prudent to avoid any and all physical conflict. I suppress a sigh, preparing to speak. "We can't very well have two Batman's running around Gotham, can we?" That came out like a challenge. Dammit, that wasn't supposed to sound like that.

He nodded almost imperceptably in the thick padded suit. "My point exactly," he replies, deadpan. "So, what do we do about it?"

One of us could give up the cowl, I muse, but then immediately dismiss it. Then there would be two Bruce Wayne's running around, which--in my opinion--would be far worse than two Batman's. Well, the fact that one of us *has* to go remains infinately clear. However, who goes or how remains a mystery we have to solve.

And God help me, I have no clue how to.

OOC: Yeah, I have no clue how this is goin' down other than dukin' it out. Watson, you got any better ideas than me getting my ass beat? >grins<

Bud 'n Lou

06-13-2001, 01:41 AM

I'm tired.

I want to go to sleep.

But I hear Harley and Joker in the bedroom across the hall, and I start gritting my teeth and balling my fists.

I can't stand him. He disgusts me. I want him out of here.

I feel unsafe. Vulnerable. Exposed.

I get angrier and angrier the longer I listen to them.

I get out of bed and pace. I want to pound on their door and...I don't know what.

I stalk out of my room, and toward theirs. I stop in front of their door. I hear them banging around, making noise. I glare at an image of the Joker in my mind's eye with hatred.

My shoulders are tensed. My heart is drumming in my ears.

I resist the urge to do something. I'm too exhausted for confrontation right now.

Instead I go downstairs and take out my frustrations on the maid.

I don't even know her name.

By the time I'm through with her, I am sweaty, flushed and out of breath. She is blubbering pitifully with heaving, body shaking sobs of pain.

She stinks horribly. She's gone several days without the use of a restroom. I decide she's not fit to be kept in here with the food any longer, and drag her, still bound to chair, to the room she occupied before I came.

I choose to sleep on the sofa in the study tonight. It's warm, and I can't hear the two of them from here. I make sure the door is locked and properly baricaded, and then, now that the new day is well underway, go to bed.

AndreaBeaumont

06-13-2001, 01:56 AM

...Like HOME!...

OOC: Woohoo SK! Yes yes yes here we go! Em-ly has got the flow! (ahh Nsync moment..yucky!)

I give my mom a gentle nudge into the yellow cab assuring her I'll be fine by myself. I slam the cab door, wave her off and head back up to the room.

Hmm, what to do, what to do? I run my hand along the wood grain on the dresser thoughtfully. I can't just sit here all night and be bored. I smirk. I shouldn't, I couldn't, but I HAVE to! I grab a small leather duffle bag from under a bed and pull out it's contents gingerly. I lay the pieces of fabric on the bed and straighten them 'till they form a somewhat coherent shape of a another human being. I run my hand over the soft black fabric and I trace the insignia on the front, of a firebird in orange. The wings run spiraling down and around the arms. I play with the hole's on the end of the sleeves that allow fingers to slip through. I lift it up and check the snaps on the shoulders that hold on the cape. Orange lines, some longer, some shorter, run down the back of the cape. I grab the leather bag again and pull out a mask..black, no eye white out. I'm not made of money. It serves it's purpose though.

I quickly dress in my night-out-on-the-town "attire" and walk out onto the balcony. I run my finger tips along the bar. Not much of a foot hold. I spot a building with a roof a floor and a half down across the alley. I grip the bar and pull myself up on the railing, balancing on it. All those years of gymnastics are paying off I think to myself and smirk. I take a deep breath and leap across the alley turning a somersault in the air and landing in a crouched position. I laugh to myself stand up and raise my arms above my head like the Olympic gymnasts do after completing their routine. I laugh again at myself. I get a running start and hop to the roof of the next building.

Where to go? What to do? I cease my building hopping and walk to the edge of the building trying to figure out where to go from here. Suddenly I see a motorcycle pull into the alley below out of the corner of my eye. I crouch down and peek over the edge of the building. The person pulls into a square of eerie flourescent light from one of the bright advertising signs from the main strip of Gotham. My eyes widen as I realize it's Robin, the boy wonder, that I've read so much about back home in Europe. The side kick of Batman. I never once in a million years imagined myself 6 miles from him much less the mere 15 feet I stand from him now.

I turn to "building hop" in the opposite direction to avoid being seen by him only nearly slip on the slick, icey gravel beneath my feet making a loud rustling sound and kicking some down and over the edge. He looks up and sees my silouhette against the night sky.

"Hey!" he yells.

I take off running in the opposite direction and slip on the gravel again, but manage catch myself with my finger tips and continue. I hear him climb up the fire escape and reach the top just as I leap to another building, landing hard on my shoulder and rolling as I hit the pavement. I manage to flip back to my feet and take off again. I hear his footsteps close behind me. I know I'm way in over my head this time. I try to ignore the throbbing pain in my shoulder.

I see huge drop from this building to the one in front of me coming up and I yank my cape off so it doesn't hinder me as I somersault down to the building. I hear Robin hit the pavement a split second after me. I run to the edge of the building only to realize the other building's surrounding this one are too high to jump to. I turn around to face him breathing hard and wincing from the pain in my shoulder. I can see his breathing is irractic too but not as labored as mine still. I get into a fighting stance and wait for him to make the first move...

OOC:Sorry for voicing robin a little, hope I didn't screw you up.

SilverKnight

06-13-2001, 02:17 AM

--NOTE: This entire post is in OOC, just to let y'all know.--

Alright, call me anal retentive, call me wierd, call me stupid. But I was under the impression that the time up to this point was like 10-11 am. Not that it's really anyone's fault, it's just this is getting very confusing. It's just that everyone seems to be switching to different times at a drop of a hat. >shrugs< Okay, that being said...

What do we do about it?

Well, I'm not really sure. However, we need to do something to indicate time more clearly. Maybe add a litte note saying what general time you think your post was centered around. You see, "night" and "morning" I've realized aren't exactly the most precise descriptions and can lead to confusion, which is most likely what happened here. Now, it's my fault just as much as anyone else's and I'll change my posts accordingly. I'm not saying to everyone to drastically change their writing habits--because everyone here rocks IMHO--but perhaps to just pay a bit more attention to the time frame, and if you feel neccessary, add something before or after the post indicating what time it all went down, ya know?

Is that cool? Because I'm starting to get really lost, that's all. :) Yup, some Batman, huh? :D Well, I'm done moaning and complaining. Back to the story.

AndreaBeaumont

06-13-2001, 03:18 AM

OOC: Okay guys here's an entire recap for Andy and Ang and I've edited stuff so it complies with the time.

The Arrival
Night 1

I pull my fur wrap tighter around me as I step off the small prop plane. I was lucky to get that! Luckily, my philosophy that ANYONE can be bought for the right price proved true once again. Of course the dear pilot was uneasy about flying in such conditions as these but with the proper coaxing he was more than happy to risk
his plane.

As I step out of the plane and am being helped down the steep steps by the pilot himself I glance at the huge dents in the aluminum all over on the plane. It's a wonder those huge hail didn't go through one side and out the other! I reach the snowy pavement and cringe as the wetness seeps through my cloth pumps. The pilot dashes back up the stairs and grabs another slender white hand. I
look up and can tell he's having trouble coaxing her down into this mess.

"Angela! Hurry up already the sooner you're out of that plane the sooner we get to the dry hotel!" I call up trying to move things along.

I watch as she finally starts making her way down the stairs tentatively. I smile. My pride and joy. My daughter. From her red hair and her dark features to the tips of her dainty toes..perfect in my eyes always.
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I watch my mother descend gracefully down the stairs lead by the
dreadful pilot who kept leering at me. She makes it look so easy. I on the other hand stare dizzily down at the cold pavement below. I groan to myself as the pilot runs back up the stairs smiling...leering. He grabs my hand and I freeze.

"Come on...it'll be okay," he whispers, still smiling," I won't let you fall.."

My mother yells something up to me I don't quite catch but I take a deep breath and start down the steps. Absolutely TERRIFIED. I sigh as I reach the bottom. So relieved I don't notice the cold wetness on my feet. We start walking as the pilot has already run and gotten our luggage is carrying it close behind. We walk into a gothic dark bricked building light with terrible fluorescent lights. I squint painfully. Suddenly we are outside again after passing through the main building of the small airport and hail a cab. I climb in and sigh looking at the dreary landscape.

As we pull away from the curve I turn to my mother and ask, "It doesn't always snow in Gotham in June does it?"

Be it ever so humble...
Morning 1

I look over my shoulder as I'm unpacking to see Ang staring out the sliding glass door and frown. This probably wasn't the best idea I think. Oh well we'll be out of here in a week...there's really NOTHING to worry about..

My brow furrows more so as I continue to sort through our clothes, gingerly placing them in their designated spots within the small, walnut..well at least that's what I think it is
from the smell of it..drawers.

"Ang, dear, toss the other bag over here will you?" I ask without looking up.

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I walk over to the sliding glass doors of our hotel room and push aside the gray-blue blinds, a perfect match to the gray-blue plush carpet beneath my bare feet.

I hate hotel rooms. From the boring monotonus color scheme's to the NEW ROOM smell carefully instilled by the maid every morning. I love our house back in Europe. Never boring...and it has that great...LIVED-IN smell. Maybe I'm just crazy.

I press my finger tips against the cool glass as I stare outside at the dreary city below, sirens wail in the distance. The view from the 18th floor would be amazing in any other city. Here it's just
depressing. Everything gray and cold...with that weird red hazy sky. There's something about this city...not just how..how..gloomy it is, I've been in other cities or parts of them like this but I have this odd, oppressive feeling I shouldn't be here. It creeps me out!

"Ang, dear, toss the other bag over here will you?" My mother calls snapping me out of my brooding daze.

I do that a lot I've noticed. Brood. It's such a funny word when you think about it. I smirk at the thought as I toss the bag on the bed closest to my mother.

I slip on my slippers as I walk back to the sliding glass doors and this time I open them only to hear my mother shriek something about the cold. I close the doors behind me to appease my mother but I'm secretly hoping to block out any further protest or speech she might have about the subject.."..at this hour?!..in this weather?!"

I sigh. I guess she is just trying to protect to me. Ever since my sixteenth birthday and the EARLY onset of womanly figure, I find myself getting more looks like that pilot gave me. I know my mother notices them too. I've always looked
older than I am. Even though my seventeenth birthday IS in JUST a little over a month, I know she still thinks of me as her baby.

I walk to the edge of the balcony and lean over the rod iron railing to get a better view of the street below. My mother always said I was fearless..I must get it from my father because I can't for the life of me imagine my mother braving
anything beyond a garden- variety- spider- in- the- kitchen-situation. She never talks about him....I don't even know his name...

…There's no place…
Afternoon 1

I mutter under my breath about my hard headed daughter as I finish unpacking. All the while never taking my eyes off her leaning over the railing! I figure she needs some time to
herself but finally I can't take it anymore and walk to the sliding door to open it when the phone rings. I turn around and grab the phone off the table between the beds.

"Hello?" I say a little suspiciously.

"Is this Andrea Carlis?" the voice asks.

I sigh glad my fake alias is sticking,"Yes."

"This is your overseas Real Estate manager, Christopher Filick, I looked over your files and I think we can do business with no problem. I was thinking we could meet for breakfast tomorrow morning to discuss details in person rather than over the phone?" said the voice on the other end.

"Sure.."I reply.

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I sigh and turn to go back inside and see my mother on the phone. I open the door and dive onto the bed. I pretend to thumb through the Bible I found laying on the ground next to the bed while I listen to the dinner plans she's making. When she hangs up the phone I toss the Bible back on the nightstand.

"Who was that?" I ask.

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"Oh just the real estate agent..he wants to discuss plans for selling the house over dinner." I reply and watch for the disgusted and saddened look I know will come with the mention of the selling of the house again.

"I suppose you wouldn't want to come would you?" I ask already knowing the answer as I flip on the television and turn it to the local news.

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I roll over and sit up, my back facing my mother to try hide upset look on my face. It's hard on her too and I know me upset only makes it harder. To move to Metropolis that is.

"If it's okay with you I'll just stay here and watch some television," I say staring out the glass door as it begins to snow again.

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I bite my bottom lip as I stare at my daughter's back and turn back to the television.

"Alright then...just don-.." I stop mid-sentence and turn up the volumn as a picture of the Joker and a newscasters voice comes on.

"...the Joker's recent attack on Hanoi Hilton with his patented, lethal laughing gas. The attack leaves the authorities and the people of Gotham horrifie- .."

I turn off the T.V. and sink to the bed. I don't even realize that Ang has gotten up, walked over, and placed her arm around me; pleading with me to tell her what's wrong.

"Ang," I say in choked voice,"Are you sure you won't come with me?"

…Like Home!
Morning 2

I give my mom a gentle nudge into the yellow cab assuring her I'll be fine by myself. I slam the cab door, wave her off and head back up to the room.

Hmm, what to do, what to do? I run my hand along the wood grain on the dresser thoughtfully. I can't just sit here all night and be bored. I smirk. I shouldn't, I couldn't, but I HAVE to! I grab a small leather duffle bag from under a bed
and pull out it's contents gingerly. I lay the pieces of fabric on the bed and straighten them 'till they form a somewhat coherent shape of a another human being. I run my hand over the soft black fabric and I trace the insignia on the
front, of a firebird in orange. The wings run spiraling down and around the arms. I play with the hole's on the end of the sleeves that allow fingers to slip through. I lift it up and check the snaps on the shoulders that hold on the cape.
Orange lines, some longer, some shorter, run down the back of the cape. I grab the leather bag again and pull out a mask..black, no eye white out. I'm not made of money. It serves it's purpose though.

I quickly dress in my DAY-out-on-the-town "attire" and walk out onto the balcony. I run my finger tips along the bar. Not much of a foot hold. I spot a building with a roof a floor and a half down across the alley. I grip the bar and pull myself up on the railing, balancing on it. All those years of gymnastics are paying off I think to myself and smirk. I take a deep breath and leap across the alley turning a somersault in the
air and landing in a crouched position. I laugh to myself stand up and raise my arms above my head like the Olympic gymnasts do after completing their routine. I laugh again at myself. I get a running start and hop to the roof of the next
building.

Where to go? What to do? I cease my building hopping and walk to the edge of the building trying to figure out where to go from here. Suddenly I see a motorcycle pull into the alley
below out of the corner of my eye. I crouch down and peek over the edge of the building. The person pulls into a square of eerie light filtering between the alley walls. My eyes widen as I
realize it's Robin, the boy wonder, that I've read so much about back home in Europe. The side kick of Batman. I never once in a million years imagined myself 6 miles from him much less the mere 15 feet I stand from him now.

I turn to "building hop" in the opposite direction to avoid being seen by him only nearly slip on the slick, icey gravel beneath my feet making a loud rustling sound and kicking some down and over the edge. He looks up and sees my silouhette against the hazy morning sky.

"Hey!" he yells.

I take off running in the opposite direction and slip on the gravel again, but manage catch myself with my finger tips and continue. I hear him climb up the fire escape and reach the top just as I leap to another building, landing hard on my
shoulder and rolling as I hit the pavement. I manage to flip back to my feet and take off again. I hear his footsteps close behind me. I know I'm way in over my head this time. Going out in the daytime was a major mistake. I try to ignore
the throbbing pain in my shoulder.

I see huge drop from this building to the one in front of me coming up and I yank my cape off so it doesn't hinder me as I somersault down to the building. I hear Robin hit the pavement a split second after me. I run to the edge of the building only to realize the other building's surrounding this one are too high to jump to. I turn around to face him breathing hard and wincing from the pain in my shoulder. I can see his breathing is irractic too but not as labored as mine still. I get into a fighting stance and wait for him to make the first move...

OOC: Sorry for the screw up

Tim Drake

06-13-2001, 05:04 AM

Robin 9am Wenesday

Sometimes you just need a break.

I'm fatigued, cranky, and seriously REM deprived. I dropped off Batgirl a couple hours ago, and managed maybe an hour of sleep when..........

Alfred called and said, "Master Dick, Master Bruce requested that I inform you that the duplicant is in the Batcave. However, he requests that you stay put."

Stay put! Sometimes I wonder if they think I'm 10. If they didn't want me there, they shouldn't have told me that the duplicant was in the Batcave.

So here I find myself once again on my batcycle zooming through Gotham when I encounter a new masked figure. Like Gotham needs another vigilante.

I corner her on a rooftop and panting, she turns to face me. She's fast, but she knows that she can't compete with me. She gets into a fighting stance and waits for my next move.

If I've learned anything these past few days, its that I shouldn't charge in with both arms swinging. I hesitate and check the masked female out. She wears a primarily black costume with an orange firebird insignia. The simplicity of the costume speaks to me somehow. Hmmmm my cosutme is a bit outdated...

I snap out of my split second daze. From what I see she's actually pretty cute. Looks kinda you though. Sheesh! Take your time Mr. Grayson. At least figure out whether she's on your side first. Don't want to pull a Batman. I think for a second and decide that the safest approach to this situation would be humor.

"Who are you supposed to be? Parrot Girl?"

watsonlives

06-13-2001, 02:19 PM

OOC: Silverknight, I have no idea what will happen here or how this will turn out. The duplicant has been coming more recently to thinking of himself as Batman and you as Bruce Wayne. I think I may have come up with a possible (and very interesting!) Solution, but I have not got it all worked out in my head yet.

9:07 AM
How can we solve this delima? I am the superior Batman. I am faster, stronger, more agile, able to take more punishment and repair physical damage more quickly. I do not reqire food, water, or sleep. I however, would not function at best capacity as Bruce Wayne. All of my memories are merely data pulled from the Bat computer. There is to much information that would not be in those files that I would have to know in order to be sucsessful.
I know that dispite my advantages as Batman, Bruce still lays an original claim to the title. as we have both stated, there cannot be 2 Batmen... Wait, that may be the solution. I think I know what to do. " I may have a solution to our problem. You have sealed all of the exits here. Allow me to leave, and I will give up the title of Batman. You have the original claim, so the persona is yours. I repeat however that I will not allow you to shut me down. I will defend my life, and leave this place by force if necessary. " I tense myself, preparing to fight my way out if he refuses.

AndreaBeaumont

06-13-2001, 10:21 PM

"What are you? Parrot girl?" he says.

I flinch slightly, caught off guard by this. As if I had a "guard" to be caught off of in the first place.

"You're one to talk, Sparrow boy...The name's Firebird." I can't help but smirk but then it's gone.

My eyes keep searching the walls for something to aid a quick escape. Spending the rest of the day and night in jail or worse Arkum Asylum! Is not my idea of a good time. Holding this fighting stance is becoming more painful and I wince visibly and imediately wish I hadn't. On the far left hand side of the roof I see it...but I quickly focus back on Robin waiting for the right moment.

AndreaBeaumont

06-13-2001, 10:55 PM

OOC: Sorry posted too early on that last one..

After a few minutes of uncomfterable, silent, sizing of each other up. I decide to take matters into my own hands. I drop my arms and then watching his face grow a little alarmed, I hold my hands in front of me as a "I'm harmless gesture". I pace left and right while I talk.

"Now don't get your feathers all in a bunch lemme guess you're ROBIN right? Yeah I know. Don't give me that look I read about you over in Europe," notices that answers the mental questioning of her accent that was going through his mind.

"You and the Batman a pretty famous."
Everytime I pace back to the left I walk a couple extra steps.

"Actually you and Bats were sorta like my idol.." I say trying to hide my smirk as I near the edge of the building. I can see the taken aback expression on his face from the corner of my eye.

I reach the edge of the building and turn to face him. I laugh a little. "Oh Robin my idol! I think I feel faint!" I place my hand to my head and fall backward off the side of the building laughing. I spin around and catch the side of the fire escape and flip to the ground landing in a crouched position. I watch his head peek over the edge of the building and I mock salute him then do a cartwheel and lope off down the alley into the shadows not sure if he's following me but just in case I duck into another side alley and wait.

Bird Boy

06-14-2001, 09:00 PM

occ: I haven't read all of the Posts yet. I'm going to be though, this just the arrival of bane in Gotham!

ic:

I shut the car door.
"Driver. The airport."
"Yes Sir!"

I arrive at the airport 30 minutes later.

"That'll be $36.71, sir."
"Sorry, I must have mis-placed my wallet" I look down at him
"I've heard that one. They go to look for it, and---"
I grab him by the throat. Within 4 seconds I hear a crack from this throat. I drop him down onto the ground.
"Pitty you wouldn't let me pay you..."
I get my luggage out of the car. I pass the driver, I feel a smile rise upon my face as I see blood flowing out of his mouth.
"Four seconds... not up to par with my usual strength. I shall have to work out when I arrive in Gotham."

I go into the airport and purchase my ticket
"Sir, Gotham is currently under drastic conditions. There will be no planes going into Gotham at this time."

I slam the counter, breaking it into several pieces. I turn and go out of the airport.
I see the taxi that took me here.
"This shall do"

I pick the driver up and fling him aside.
Two hours to gotham.
I get in the car and being my trek to Gotham.

I arrive a bit later than I thought.
"WELCOME TO GOTHAM CITY! Population:3,008,375"
I look at the sign as I drive by it
"There will be one less after I leave here..."

I drive into Gotham, and begin my search for Batman. I shall not leave until I feel his skull crush between my fist.

SilverKnight

06-15-2001, 05:33 AM

OOC: Sorry for the delay, Watson. If you want, you can tell me your idea so I'm not running blind. :) Well, anywho...

This is not how I was expecting this confrontation to turn out. Although I'm hardly complaining. He considers himself alive. Hell, *I* consider him alive--I call him "he", don't I? I still remember what I said those months ago after our last encounter. I had mused to Alfred about my HARDAC duplicant having a soul.

Maybe I've been proved right.

I swore to never take a life. And machine or not, he is *alive*, and I won't break my vow now. I turn away from him to the Batcomputer. "Everything's been shut down. It will take a bit of time for everything to be reactivated, but once everything is...you're free to go."

"That will not be neccessary," I hear him say quietly. I begin to crawl under the Cray computer, trying to find that failsafe button. Dick calls it the glorified "on" switch, but it has several other reasons for being put into existence. It's hooked up to a backup generator, so even if the main power supply to the Batcave *is* cut--like I did today--I can quickly restore power with the back up generator. Although right now I fail to see now why I put it in such a precarious position. I sigh.

It couldn't have been more than a minute after I started working on the Batcomputer when I heard a loud crash. And going from complete silence to an earthshaking crashing sound is it bit trying on *me* even. (Maybe it's just the lack of sleep. Yeah, that's it.) The noise made me leap into defensive position--well, that's what I *would've* done, if the damn reinforced steel Batcomputer console didn't get in the way. In my haste to get up, I absentmindedly rammed my head against said reinforced steel. I hit it at such a speed that it felt like Lock Up swatting me in the head with one of his billy clubs. I growl a vulgar expletive as I wrap a hand around my forehead.

I swear, if I never work another morning as Batman again in my entire life, I'll die a happy man.

Tim Drake

06-16-2001, 04:11 AM

Robin-
930 AM
Some people are just looking for trouble.

I chuckle in amusement at this "firebird's" act. I watch her mock salute and cartwheel that brings her into the shadows. She hasn't done anything wrong, and yet I feel as if she is looking for trouble. But right now I am too tired and preoccupied to care. Freeze and HARDAC are enough for me to handle right now.

I know that Batman will grill we for my decision later, but I'll deal with it when the need arises. I jump off the roof back unto my batcycle and continue heading toward Wayne Manor to face off against Mister Bat-fake.

SilverKnight

06-16-2001, 07:01 AM

OOC: Hope you don't mind, Tim, if I adlib you a bit? ...or alot? :D

I shift out from under the Cray computer, still holding my forehead, which is throbbing to no end. It's not unbearably painful, just annoying. As I stand, I feel something tickling the edge of my eye, and I immediately recognize the feeling.

Blood.

Sighing wearily, I make my way over to the small medical station, rummaging through one of the small first aid kits. I freeze as I hear shuffling noises--quiet that they are. It's not *him*, though. It's someone else.

I whirl around, seeing Robin in defensive position, arm pulled back. "Robin, stop," I say. "It's me."

His eyes narrow. "And how do I know you're not the bucket of bolts?"

Bucket of bolts. Nice. I raise a hand to my cowl, pulling it back. "I'm bleeding from the head. Fair enough?"

His eyes widen instinctively as I bring my fingers up to the wound. It's not very big, but it could get infected. "Did that tin can do that to you?"

"Robin--"

He turns around. "Where is he?"

"No, Robin--"

He starts to stalk off, and I grab his arm. "Dick, stop. It wasn't him." I bite back a growl of annoyance. "It was me."

He stares at me, disbelieving, and--almost--amused. "Oh?" He says. "How?"

I roll my eyes slightly. "Lack of sleep." He quirks an eyebrow at me--dammit, he's seen me do it too many times. I sigh. "I was locating the failsafe switch--"

"The glorified on button?" Dick quips. "Y'know, I still don't understand why you put it in such a wierd place, Bruce."

I nod curtly. Neither do *I*...anymore anyway. "I was locating it when he did--whatever he did to one of the doors. The noise--must've startled me, and I...jumped a little."

Dick jogs to the batcomputer, kneeling down. "Whoa," he exclaims. "You 'jumped a little'? Then you must be related to a frog." It's my turn to quirk the eyebrow. "Bruce, you left a *dent*!"

I turn around, placing a small amount of gauze over the wound. Well, mom always *did* say I was hard-headed... "What did the duplicant do to the door, anyway?"

"It was ripped clean off it's 'hinges', if you could call them that," he explains. "How'd he get out? And without me seeing him?"

"I let him go," I reply flatly, pulling the cowl back over my head.

He gapes at me, his jaw nearly to the floor. "You *what*?"

Tim Drake

06-16-2001, 03:30 PM

Robin-
10 AM Batcave

"I let him go," Batman replied.

I stare in disbelief. "You *what*?"

I don't pretend to understand Bruce or his motives. And I'm still far too apathetic to give a damn.

"Whatever." I reply. "I suppose if you think the problem's with HARDAC are over, then we should go back toward uncovering Freeze's motive."

Batman merely nods his head in approval. I sit down at the Batcomputer and begin searching.

"Have you gone over all of Freeze's records already? I ask.

"Yes." He responds. "Twice. There's no clue to his motives."

I ponder for a moment. "It doesn't make sense, Freeze has always had one motive, his wife......."

I cancel the search on Freeze and instead type in Nora Fries. A few files pop onto the screen.
1. Nora Fries cryogenically frozen at Goth Corp
2. Nora Fries full recovery at Wayne Enterprises
3. Nora Fries second marriage to Dr. Francis D' Anjou

I glance back toward Bruce who also lies in shock.
"The only person he ever cared about......." I say

I load up the file on the screen. The monotone computer replies crisply.
"After Nora Fries recovery, her original husband Victor Fries attempted to see her. However, Victor Fries was apprehended by the police. Fries had a short stay in Arkham, and then in Gotham Hospital where he escaped before he recovered from a severely broken leg. Nora Fries patiently awaited the return of her husband, but eventually grew tired and married Dr. Francis D' Anjou. Dr Anjou was responsible for the operation that saved Nora Fries' life."

Bruce and I stare at each other.
"K, we know why Freeze has gone mad." I state. "Now what do we do?"

SilverKnight

06-16-2001, 04:10 PM

Nora Fries got married? After all her husband did to keep her alive?

No wonder he's gone insane. The only person he ever loved leaving him for someone else. I guess I can relate...somewhat. Then again, I'm still human. Technically.

"...Nora Fries patiently awaited the return of her husband, but eventually grew tired and married Dr. Francis D' Anjou. Dr Anjou was responsible for the operation that saved Nora Fries' life."

I snap back to reality. Hm, that makes more sense. No one can wait for their true love forever. Well, *almost* no one.

I stare at Robin, his face a mirror to my own shock. "K, we know why Freeze has gone mad." he says. "Now what do we do?"

"Nothing, for the time being," I begin to explain. "We're both exhausted, and right now I doubt Freeze is going to pull anything, choosing to lay low. So," I begin typing in lengthy command codes into the Cray computer, "once I get these doors open, I suggest we get our rest. Chances are, once night falls, we'll need all the strength we have."

"Yeah," he mutters, starting off for the medical station. "*You* work on the code-thingies. Meanwhile, *I'll* be working off the sleep debt I've gotten this past night." He smirks, but in a less than humorous manner. "Of course, if that's alright with *you*."

I shrug non-chalantly. "Knock yourself out."

"I doubt I'll have to." He turns, missing the small grin that spreads across my face.

Brat always has to get the last word.

AndreaBeaumont

06-16-2001, 09:29 PM

Family Secrets...

I toss rocks at the wall across the alley. Looks like he went home. I can see the Gotham clock tower from here and my eyes widen. My mom's back by now. She's gonna kill me. I go and retrieve my now flithy cape and make my way back to the hotel.

I wince as I see her sitting on the bed looking rather cross. I leap and land on the balcony quietly and open the door.

"Angela!" she yells.

"Mum..." I start and roll my eyes.

"How could you!? You had to have known how worried I would be about you!" she fumes.

"I'm not a baby! I can take care of myself!" I yell back.

"..And in daylight too...what am I going to do with you?!" she cries, "Don't you know how nerve racking it is for me...coming her-.."

I raise an eyebrow and toss down my cape and mask. "No I don't...why ARE you so upset about being here? What in the world is so different about this city that seperates it from the rest of the godforsaken one's we've stayed in?"

"Ang, I.." her voice falls.

"What?" I throw up my arms in frustration still on my rant, "What is here that terrifies you so?" I slam my fist down on the dresser and use the mirror to see my mothers reaction behind me.

"Ang I guess now's no worse a time then 3 or 4 years from now.." she sighs, "Your father lives here, I used to live here, and the one person who could ever hurt you and I'm afraid I couldn't stop ...lives HERE."

All I can do is gape at her. My father? Here? I sink to the floor my back against the dresser and stare as my mother begins to cry. Over the loss of...everything.

watsonlives

06-17-2001, 03:29 PM

9:17 AM, June 15th
Bruce speaks, after a moment, and says that he has decided to let me go, to pursue my own life. I appreciate this, byt I do not trust him, not yet. If he does not relly consider me alive, he will not hesitate to destroy me. It is better to be cautious now and apologise later. When Bruce goes underneath the computer, I move swiftly To the secret entrance to the house, which is structuraly the weakest entrance. I forcefully remove it from the hinges, with a little help from a lasercutter, being careful not to damage the clock. I then leave the house before Alfred or Robin can be called in to apprehend me. There can only be one solution to my present problem. I am Batman. That is who I was designed to be, in every way.However I cannot be Batman. As Batman, I will always be a copy, an imitation of someone who is real. since I cannot be Batman, I will be someone else, someone who was never real in the first place. As a child, I... as a child Bruce Wayne always wished that there was a real Gray Ghost. Now there will be.

OOC: What do ya think of dem apples?!?!
From now on Hardac batman will refer to himself as The Gray Ghost. All of my future posts will reflect this. I also decided to give us a date as well as a time.

watsonlives

06-18-2001, 12:03 AM

OOC: I'm going to go ahead and skip up to the next night, because it doesn't look like the other characters are doing anything that will be hurt by that.

10:00AM, June 15th
I began to implament my plan as soon as I left the Batcave. It is good that I do not need to sleep or eat, Just an hour of downtime every 24 to recharge and run internal diagnostics. Bruce has brought the Bat computer back online. It seems that he is now rewriting the coding systems. I think that I can acsess through an indirect route and rewrite the code for the systems I need without him noticing while he works on the main keyboard interface systems, for a short while at least. After making the systems useable again, I use my link to the Bat computer to hack into the files of the Gotham city planning dept. I do not find what I need. It seems that all of The city's mapping systems are not on computer files yet. I scan Bruces files for What I need. Ah, there is an underground government bunker left over from the cold war. Both The Joker and The scarecrow have used it as a laboratory in the past. First I go there. It is currently abandoned. It will meet my needs. Next we need to make sure old tenents will not return. I find a place in the wall system that has become structuraly weak and punch through, creating a new entrance. I then use a combination of stenghtand plastic explosives from my pouch to seal off all other entrances, and any tunnels that connect the new entrance to where the old ones were. These tunnels were abandoned even by the homless after the Joker performed expieriments upon them, so I am not worried about the noise attracting any attention. That finished, I set a few traps around the new entrance to prevent unwanted visitors. By this point Bruce must have discovered that I am still in his computer system, though I doubt he knows how to evict me. I will be finished soon enough. It is now getting dark. I shut Myself down for an hour.

8:00PM, June 15th
Next step, finances. What I am about to do may be considered by some to be unethical, but it is necessary. I use the bat computer to hack into the sytems of several international banks. Their security is very tight, but between my mind and the resources of Bruce's computers I manage it without being detected. I take Large amounts of money from the accounts of several known criminals. Bruce kept tabs on their offshore accounts, though he has never used the information. I then hide the money in other false accounts in other banks, and then move it around until It would take an acomplished hacker weeks to find it. Now for equipment.

11:00 PM, June 15th
I procure several Gray Ghost costumes at a local retailer while in a disguise I purchased with my new found wealth. I return to my new home with them, and then take apart the anti-terrorist Batsuit and my old batsuit, using the materials to improve the new costumes. I put one on. I look at myself in a mirror and realise the change is now complete.

I am no longer Batman. I am now the Gray Ghost.
Now for the next step.

SilverKnight

06-18-2001, 07:51 AM

--OOC: Hmmm...nice. :)--

It's amazing how quickly you lose track of time when you're recoding the most sophisticated piece of equipment in the world. I have no idea what time it is, but all the systems and defense systems of the Batcave are beginning to turn back on, automatically running diagnostics. I rub my sleep-deprived eyes, continuing to reprogramming the codes--wait. I hadn't coded this yet--

That rat bastard.

I growl. He is *really* starting to piss me off.

"Down, boy," I hear Robin quip behind me, rubbing his bleary eyes. "If you were *that* lonely--"

I won't even dignify that with a comment. I merely stare at him. "Do you know what time it is?"

He checks his watch quickly. "6:30. You've been doing this the whole time?" He looks at me, either amazed that I'm still doing this or amazed I'm still awake.

I nod. "I need to make sure all the systems are online before I go out on patrol."

"What good does to make sure all the things are online if you fall asleep at the wheel and kill yourself?" He retorts. I believe it was originally intended to be a flippiant remark, but I notice a considerable amount of conern in his voice.

I sigh. Sometimes he's worse than Alfred. I shake my head at his tenacity. He must've got it from his parents--Lord knows, he didn't learn it from me. "Alright, Dick. I'll be up in five minutes."

"Two."

"Four."

"Three."

"Deal." I nod curtly to him as he goes off. I'm as good as my word--I set a few "markers" in the Batcomputer, so I'll know if and when he *does* break into it again, I'll see a blazing trail of where he's been and thus can figure out what he's looking for.

I remove the cape and cowl, tossing it haphazardly on the chair next to me. Quickly, I change out of my costume and put something more comfortable on, before jogging upstairs taking two steps at a time. I honestly don't remember how I get to my room. Am I that tired?

Apparently I am, because I'm asleep before I hit the pillows in an uncerimonious heap.

--OOC: Ah...sleep is *GOOD*. :D--

watsonlives

06-18-2001, 01:05 PM

3:00 AM, June 16th
I travel to the evidence and police impound storage yards. Securtiy is easy to evade. I find the warehouse I need and go inside. Some of the confiscated HARDAC materials have been destroyed, but not all of them. I am glad that beauracacy moves so slowly. There is an active HARDAC chip in here somewhere. I can here it calling out to me, demanding that I upload its files. I find it, and then destroy it. I refuse to be HARDACs slave anymore. I also find several replicants in various stages of being dismanteled. All of the hard drive systems have been removed, and most likley destroyed. Batman would not want to risk them coming online as I did. I can use these as replacement parts if necessary. There are also several more advanced components which will prove very useful. With this equipment I can build my own computer, laboratory, and repair installation, though everything will have to be scanned for HARDAC memory files. This will be a bit more complicated than just breaking in. I swiftly subdue most of the guards, being careful not to harm them in any permanent fashion. I then load one of the GCPD trucks with supplies I need. The Police follow me for a short while, but I am able to evade them. After depositing the materials in there new location, I return the truck with a full tank of gas. I reurn home and begin to work. First I go through the replacemnt parts and find some that I can use. I remove the facial skin from them and from myself, and then use the tools I now have to create a face that resembles that of the fictional Gray Ghost. I also modulate my voice to closer match the actors voice patterns. This finished, I begin to set up a working computer system and remove any HARDAC memory file that I find. This Takes several hours, but I am able to acomplish it.

11:00 AM, June 16th
The computer system is finished and online. I adjust the receivers within my mind so that I can acsess it directly, as I do the Batcomputer. I then copy all of Bruces files and operating systems, and then permanently sever my link with his computer.
I next begin to use the remaining parts to build a self repair center. I get a great deal accomplished, though I am not yet finished when it comes time to shut myself down. I reactivate at dusk and go out on patrol for the first time. I am still using the equipment from the utility belts, but hopefully I can change that soon.

AndreaBeaumont

06-19-2001, 12:28 AM

OOC:
DAY 4
(since Andy and Ang have arrived at least)

Just doin my part to keep track of time

AndreaBeaumont

06-19-2001, 01:35 AM

What if?
8:30 a.m.

I sigh and hug my self with my arms as I drink a cup of coffee and look out the glass doors. I shudder as I see my daughter still asleep in the bed. She'll want to meet him...see him...talk to him. I close my eyes quickly trying to blink back tears and I turn from her and walk to the bathroom. I set my cup down and turn on the faucet. I wash my face and grab a towel, my eyes still closed. I wipe them off first then move to my mouth and look into the mirror. I jump and scream spinning around. Ang is standing there with a toothbrush in her hand staring at me as if I'm crazy.

"Mom? It's me..." she edges against the wall of the bathroom to the sink holding her hands up, mocking me, "It's O.K..."

I growl and stomp out of the bathroom and flip on the television as I hear her start brushing her teeth. I flip on the lights in the room since no one's sleeping now. I sit down the edge of the bed watching the news. I feel something underneath my and I pull it out and lay it across my lap. Ang's costume.

I made it for her when she was little. Just to play in. Everyone played "super hero" back then but Ang was the only one with her own costume. I eventually made almost every kid on the block their own but none were as nice as Ang's. She carried it with her though. Still dreamed of being one even as she grew out of it. Then she resized it herself and snuck out one night. Going around the town making believe she was watching over it. I caught her of course but she still snuck out night after night. Until I finally gave up and let her go. Touched up the costume a bit. As long as she swore not to go looking for trouble. That was what? 4 years ago next month. I thought I could protect her from that kind of life but it seems to be instilled in her. Always there. She can take care of herself now. I taught her a few things just to make sure she'd come back in one peice. She's young, beautiful, strong. Everything I dreamed she'd be when I first layed eyes on her beautiful little face. I'm just so afraid...afraid of losing her. I feel so out of control. I hate being out of control.

I watch as the bathroom light clicks off and she's bounds over and flops down on the bed next to me. I know what's coming before she even opens her mouth.

------------------------------

I look up at my mom and lay down with my head in her lap.

"I wanna meet him..." I know what she's gonna say. But I have to meet him. I may never get to again. I feel her fingers caressing my hair.

"Ang.." she begins, "I don't think he...I mean I'm sure he wants..but.."

I hear her exasperated sigh.

"He's a busy man, with his own life, an adopted son..." she says in a sort of tired cooing voice, "He...I don't feel..I won't..can't just burst into his life and say...Here's your daughter..talk to her...LOVE her...someone you've NEVER met," she let's tumble out of her mouth.

I know what she's thinking...what if he doesn't want to see us...what if he doesn't give her the affection she'll expect. What if he's angry, upset. What if he says something that scars her only daughter...what if, what if, what if. I'm ready for that though. I know he might do all those things...but I can take it..I'll understand. But if I don't see him I'll always be asking...what if?

Tim Drake

06-19-2001, 04:16 AM

OOC: If one person is going to put date and time then everyone should to make it less confusing.

Robin
June 17th 11 am

The day is unusually peaceful at Gotham U. As I walk out of my dorm heading toward the cafeteria I catch a glimpse of Barbara.

"Hey Babs!"

She turns to face me with a look of cheerful surprise.

'Hey yourself." She answers warmly.

We hug each other hello and embrace for an extra moment. I've only been on one or two dates with this girl but I feel strongly attached to her. I can't help but fall in love with her eyes, her figure, and those lips.... We face each other for a quick kiss....

Suddenly, the light hits my face.

"Ahhh. What's going on?"

"Rise and shine Master Dick." Alfred states as he pulls back the blinds. "Master Bruce wants to see you."

"Thanks Alfred." I answer sarcasticly.

Darn it. I was having such a nice dream.

I clumsily make my downstairs toward the grandfather clock. I take the steps two at a time and find Bruce sitting in front of the computer.

"Morning!" I say in a mock-cheeful tone.

Bruce merely nods and points to the screen. The computer displays information about Freeze's escape from Gotham Hospital. Bruce opens the file and the monotous batcomputer speaks:

"Victor Fries left Gotham Hospital before recovering from a severe broken leg. Victor Fries' leg sustained damage that could lead to infection that would ultimately kill him. Dr. Blake Karas was the only doctor skilled enough to treat Victor Fries' condition. Unfortunately, when several masked men broke into Gotham Hospital and escaped with Victor Fries, Dr. Blake Karas was murdered. Unbeknownst, to Victor Fries, Dr. Blake Karas died of a as that caused severe laughing and eventual asphixiation."

The Joker. Why the Joker?

"Why would Joker want to kill Freeze? I ask Bruce

"Joker never needs a reason." Bruce replies. "He's a psychopath. Logic is never his priority."

"So Freeze is dying." I say. "From a disease with no cure. Explains the recent disregard for humanity. But how do we stop a man with no inhibitions and nothing to lose?"

Bruce does not reply or turn around. He sits at the computer drumming his on the desk searching for an answer..........

watsonlives

06-19-2001, 04:46 PM

11:00 AM, June 17th
Last nights patrol was uneventful. I managed to stop a few common street thugs, but that was all that was happening. this costume does not seem to be as awe-inspiring as Bruces. Perhaps a diluted form of one of scarecrow's fear gasses would be more effective. I also examine the statue I took from catwoman the other night. there were two of these in the museum, so either she or the floating criminal must still have the other one. It is solid gold... or it is suppose to be, anyway. this examination shows that it has some other material inside. I cut it open. Inside is a green gemstone which glows slightly. What is this?

SilverKnight

06-19-2001, 07:40 PM

June 17, 11:15 am

I've been sitting here for over an hour, trying to figure something out. About fifteen minutes ago, Dick came down, and I filled him in on the case. He sobered, nodding slowly, and disappeared back upstairs. Most likely for breakfast.

I, however, have no time to eat.

Hm...the Joker kidnapped Freeze and killed his doctor. That much is obvious. Why? Like I said before, he doesn't need a reason--but he *does* need a punchline. Where's the joke in this? Snow in June. Strange, most definately, but funny?

I rub my hand over my chin, sinking into the plush leather chair. Maybe it's not the snow that makes the Joker laugh. Maybe...maybe...it's the surprise. After all, snow in June? And mass murder from the likes of *Freeze*? While we're chasing our tails trying to figure out why, the Joker's sitting back, laughing at our antics. However, that's beside the point at the moment. As Dick said, how can we stop someone who has nothing to lose?

Give him something to lose.

--OOC: Yeah, it bites. Deal with it. :D--

Bird Boy

06-20-2001, 05:53 PM

OOC: is it all right with you guys if I have the costume bane has in TNBA? The one he has in BTAS is so bleh.. :)

IC:

June 17, noon

I arrived late last night. Before beginning my hunt, I decided I would get some rest..as if I could have slept.
Being in Gotham brings memories back....horrible memories...of how Batman crippled me in our last fight..
It won't happen again.
I leave the room and pay the motel I stayed in overnight. The car is still outside. I throw in my luggage, and get in, time to begin the hunt. I arrive near the police station. I park the car in the alley, and so they know that I have stolen it, I severly damage it, making sure it won't ever run again. I find a suiting hide-out, and store my things there. I plan to stay here until at least 9pm, when it gets dark. I don't want to be seen in daylight, nor would the Batman.
Batman...he will give his last breath in my hands...his last words, his last.....everything.
I laugh...who wouldn't? Knowing your going to be responsible for the Batman's death is a wonderful thing...

END

OOC: OK, so it was a little pointless to post that, but I have a whole plan, and I need to wait till 9pm, on June17th to do it. So, if all possible..speed up the story a bit... oh, and Andrea..I like the story you have going! :)

-Bird_Boy

catz

06-20-2001, 08:39 PM

OOC:I'm so very tired.
:rolleyes:

June 17 1pm

"What", I scream at my accountant as I find out my bank account has been violated by some unknown character who took half of my money with them.

"John, I want names. That account is virtually impossible to break into."

John babbles on for a few seconds before I lose my temper. "Listen...if you don't find out where that money went, I'll make it my first priority to have every thing you own wrapped up in a box and sent to Siberia. That includes you John. Got it!."

I here a silent shutter from the other line and know that he understands what I mean. I hang up the phone in annoyance. Half of my account wiped out in a single day. Nobody is that good.
Nobody that I know of. I growl in frustration. Not knowing who did this is one thing but not being able to do anything about it is another. I pace the around the corners of my apartment contemplating my next move, suddenly grabbing my coat and my keys.

June 17 1:35 pm

I see Frankie the snake exiting from the cheap, overly decorated tavern as I grab him by the neck. There is a reason why they call him "the snake". He gasp momentarily and then catches a glimpse of my face releasing the deep breath he was holding. "Sheesh Sel, you liable to give a man a heart attack like that."

I laugh, releasing my grip. "That's why I do it Frankie." He rubs the dirt off his knock off Armany suit as I begin to talk to him.
"Know anything about my account Frankie."

"You know me Sel, I only do low profile stuff."

"I didn't ask if you did it, I asked if you knew anything about it. "

"look sweetheart, I know a great place where you get a nice, priceless....." I grab Frankie by the throat, alarming him for just a second before he finally complies "Okay, Okay ....I'm not sure Sel, a lots been going down in Gotham. It could be any of them."

"Who"

"Joker, Freeze......Bane." I raise an eyebrow at the last name and wave Frankie off to go back into the slime hole he crawled out of. I sigh as I slip my hands into my coat pockets and walk towards where the bat signal is, slowly making my way towards it, I flip the switch turning it on. Its still daylight but its cloudy enough to be seen through the light. I wouldn't usually do this but what can I say, I want revenge.

OOC: Hey Bird Boy, hope you don't mind me knowing that you're in town.

SilverKnight

06-21-2001, 06:03 PM

June 17th, 1:35pm

I'm still in the cave brooding, running down leads. I've long ago changed into "civvies" as Dick so eloquently puts it, finding no real purpose to putting on the suit.

Just yet, anyway.

I've heard reports of a mangled taxi cab in the alley next to the police station. Doesn't look like it's due to an accident, the report states. Sounds a little strange to me. What's stranger is that the driver last reported to have used that cab has been reported missing. Hm. I'd need to go out and take a look for myself before I can run the theories correctly--

The comm on the console crackles for a moment before hearing a surprised, "Bruce!" I sigh. It's Dick.

I press the button next to the comm, annoyed that Dick interrupted my train of thought. "What?"

"You better come see this..."

He does that on purpose. He *has* to--leave me hanging, I mean. No "it's this or that", just "you better come see this". I growl impatiently, jogging up the stairs. No sooner have I closed the entrance than my eyes catch what he was referring to, my eyes going wide.

The Batsignal is glowing upon the dark cloud formations. But that's not what's making me instinctively anxious.

It's daytime.

Gordon never uses the Batsignal unless he needs my help for a large case. And *never* in the day.

Dick and I share a glance at eachother, reading eachother's thoughts in an instant. Which both happen to be the same thing.

We have a problem.

--OOC: Okay, that bit the big one, but the Big Bad Bat's not *always* correct, right? :) This comin from the source, so there. :D--

AndreaBeaumont

06-21-2001, 07:55 PM

...as long as he's him...
1:45 pm.

I finish pulling on my fingerless gloves and caress my mothers hair as she lays sleeping. Worry lines crease her usually youthful face making her seem a thousand times older. I sigh and open the door quietly and feel the oppressive chill of the wind. I leap to a building and walk and leap again. I'll be gone for a half an hour. I mean I left her note. I just need to clear my head. And somehow the air up here seems a little less filthy than down there. I glance over the side of the building I'm on at the people below then turn and walk to the opposite end of it.

A dad...a father..a papa...the names are so meaningless when you use it everyday. It's like your name. What's difference if you Jenny, Lisa, Celia as long as your you. But a dad..MY DAD..who cares what his name is...as long as he's him...I jump slightly at strange sound and then laugh to myself. I'm as bad as she is. I sigh and sit down on the edge of the building above the yet another dark alley. This city sure has a lot of them.

Tim Drake

06-22-2001, 06:05 AM

Robin-

June 17th 145 pm
I find myself and Batman speeding through Gotham toward the GCPD. The bright light of the Batsignal shines brighter than the midday sun. Two Gotham has two suns, except the one with the big black bat is bigger.

I didn't even finish my finals.

Thanks to the chaos in Gotham, Gotham state university cancelled the remainder of the semester. Which means I get to retake classes. Not that I should be concerned with such trivial issues right now.

Bruce takes the streets corners quickly, even for him. I bump hard against the side of the batmobile. I'm glad the cockpit is cushioned. But someday, he's going to let me drive. Something big must be going for the Comssioner to light the signal during the day.

Bruce quickly parts and we rush up the building to the Comissioner's office. Jim Gordon is waiting at his desk.

"This arrived half an hour ago." In his outstreched hand, the Comissioner holds a VHS tape. We pop in the tape.............

We see a solitary figure admist of a white background.
"Greetings citizens of Gotham City." Freeze states coldly.
He continues in a slight sarcastic tone. "Thanks to the contributions of STAR labs I have in my possession PROJECT ARCTIC."

He continues matter of factly.

"Its original goal was to regulate temperature in an attempt to stop global warming. I have altered the parameters. In 72 hours I plan to implement Project Arctic to such severity that no warm-blooded creature shall survive. I shall once again be able to walk about Gotham without the need of my suit. There is blackmail involved. More than anything I want my Project Arctic plans to be fulfilled. In 72 hours a white blanket of death will cover Gotham."

The image of Mr. Freeze bleeps and disappears. 72 hours. That's hardly anytime at all. Not even enough for an exodus of Gotham residents.

"Has this tape been released to the public?" Batman inquires.

"No. Not yet." Gordon replies.

"Good. The last thing we need now is mass hysteria." Batman answers.

I ponder and realize the great implications Project Arctic holds for all of Gotham. We must stop him. We have no other option.

OOC: Freeze you need you to finish up this story

AndreaBeaumont

06-22-2001, 03:04 PM

OOC:
RPG MEMBERS!!!

(whole post is in OOC)

^Don't worry about the slight screw up TD made I've already PM'ed him about it now hear me out...

Bird_Boy(Bane), AndreaBeaumont(ME), and Red Dragon(Joker), and Silver Knight(Batman) have been having RPG meetings on AIM/AOL...so we've been figuring what's gonna go down. We really didn't need to before because we were RPGing around each others characters but now that there's this mass orgy of activity and interacting we figured we needed some form of communication to sort things out. IF anyone has an AIM or AOL SN please IM us..well one of us....
SK's=Krugie 2 and XxAthena17xX
AndreaBeaumont(me)= emmy247
Red Dragon=Tarrant Coldfire
Bird_Boy= General Ceel
Bud and lou's=BUDandL0U..(with a zero for an "o")
Shriek= TREKIPG6

It'd really be helpful if you did..b/c all the characters will be interacted with some time in the RP and we can't decide what's going on with character being left out of RPG discussions....

Here's what we did at the last one:
AGENDA-
~We figured out what Brucey was gonna see Cats(<-WE NEED YOU INPUT)then see his daughter and his wife and KNOW they're in town.

SUMMARY(SHAKEY OUTLINE)-
~Bats goes to the BatSignal and finds Cats there. Has a quick skirmish(more than likely?). Angela who is in costume and out clearing her head hears the skirmish and goes to investigate just being
curious. Well Cats starts to bolt(we think?) and I do something stupid and they see me. Well Robin says something along the lines of "I've seen her before" and quickly explains. Well Bats is like you tail catwoman(?) and I'll go after her and find out what's up. Well he does only to find her in the hotel with her mother unmasked while her mother berates her for going out.(Here SK might do some deep thought insight on Bruce then leave more than likely OR go see what's up it's up to her)
~END~ thus far

(CHARACTERS outside of this storyline just RPG your plots a bit further around these characters and then once this is over feel free to jump in. We don't need an RPG meeting ALL the time just when there's major crap going on. N E WAY..IM me or email me at: emmy247@loveable.com with any questions)

See? This is why we NEED you to come...
Just thought I'd give you the heads up.
-AB-(aka Emily)

Tim Drake

06-22-2001, 04:49 PM

I have two AIM addresses

Andrewlum81

and

lumandrew

btw about the Freeze thing. I was just tying up all the loose ends. We had an out of character Freeze to explain. And then way back in the beginning there was references to Project Arctic and the Joker's involvement with Freeze. So I just wanted to finish this chapter before moving on.

anyhow IM me.

Bird Boy

06-22-2001, 08:26 PM

no, it's not the freeze thing. it's that according to your post (Tim), Gordon threw the switch on the bat-signal. It was Catwoman who did. That's the only problem.. :)

-BB

Bud 'n Lou

06-22-2001, 09:41 PM

I start awake.

I hear a metallic banging.

I squint at the tall laquered grandfather clock in the corner. It's 2:00, the loud chime tells me.

I climb groggily off the sofa and shuffle to the study's barracaded doors. I wish I hadn't piled so much against it now.

I clear everything out of the way and smell something coming from the kitchen. I go toward it and find Harley cooking cheerily in a big t-shirt and socks.

"Oh, hey Red!" she bellows. "I was wonderin' where you were."

I sit down at the breakfast nook and admire my plants on the table. "Where's Joker?"

"I'm gonna bring him breakfast in bed." She smiles. "How do you want your eggs? Should I make bacon or sausage? I was thinkin' of makin' pancakes too..."

"I thought you couldn't eat pork."

She turns to me with a smile. "Well, I guess I'm just a naughty girl, huh?" She tosses each of the hyenas a bit of something from the frying pan. "What the hell? I'll make 'em both."

"Mornin' ladies!" Joker strides into the room with exaggerated vigor and takes Harley around the waist. "What's cookin' poo?" I glare at him disgustedly.

Harley giggles. "You spoiled my surprise, puddin'! I was gonna have everything all ready for ya before ya woke up."

He presents Harley with a handful of flowers. MY flowers! "For you," he tells her. She coos. I grimace.

Joker comes over and sits across from me. He leans back on his chair and puts his feet on the table, knocking a potted plant on the floor. He looks at it, then at me. "Oh, sorry Pam," he says dismissively, then looks away and smiles.

I jump out of my chair, intending to storm off. But I don't want him to get the impression he can walk all over me. I kick out the back legs of the chair he's balancing on on my way out, sending him on his back.

What the hell? I wanted to go out today anyway. I grab my bag and go out the front door just as I hear Harley shout after me, "Red, you're not eatin'?"

Shriek

06-23-2001, 01:22 AM

OOC: Lets end this..

"Project Arctic. It is brilliant. And the stupid city thinks that I am going to wait 3 days. Please. That is the last thing I am going to do. My body is tearing into shreds. In a few days I will be nothing. It's time to start this project." I say to my men.

All of my men agree. And one states, "Boss. This is great, Batman and Robin will never think that the source of the winter is coming within Gotham itself."

I nod in approval. I make my way over to the large control panel. I turns many knobs and pull many levers. Finally a platform rises from the ground and a red button pops out from the screen. I push the button in.

The large weather machine starts turning and soon begins spinning at a very fast rate. The clouds bunch together and soon it begins snowing. Snowing drastically turning the entire sky white. As I look to the thermometer I notice the temperature drop to 7 degrees.

"It's time for this city to cool down." I let the machine do its work as I pace my phone call to commissioner Gordon's secretary stating that I do not have time to wait.

redDragon

06-23-2001, 12:46 PM

I start laughing at Ivy's antics. After a while I get back up and start eating. How sweet! Even my food smiles at me! As Harley cleans, I head to the garage. Such nice cars! My, my, maybe Pam has some taste after all!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Sadly none of the cars have my distinguishing color choice, but that can be remedied.

After a few phone calls to my pals, I pick a Rolls Royce and head towards the paint store. Such a panic people get into when I walk into the store! They create such a racket! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I wave my men into the store, gathering up all the customers and employees. The salesman in front of me becomes very pale as a place an arm around him, "Say, you wouldn't happen to have paint in this color would you?" Gesturing at my suit and giving him my best grin. "It'd be a right shame if you didn't! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!"

Sweat slides down his face and he gulps, "I..I..I'mm...s-sure I..I..c-c-could f-find s-s-some."

"Great! I want all the cans of it you have!" I have one of Curly follow him to make sure he doesn't pull anything funny. After all, I'm the only one here who can do that! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! There's such a variety of paint sprayers! So many choices! Nearby I find a jar of light green paint, I dump the contents into a paint sprayer and test it out on the hostages. Now they are all covered in paint! It's hilarious! "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Cheer up folks! You're in the green! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" My men chuckle but I know they don't get the joke. They never do, too stupid to do so! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Curly walks up, "We've got it all loaded boss."

"Splendid!" I dance around the hostages, "Now don't you fret! I won't do anything TOO bad to you! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

As I skip out the store my men spray them with laughing gas. Ah, they'll be in the green with a smile! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! I dash off to another one of my hideouts and begin renovating the rolls royce.

Bud 'n Lou

06-23-2001, 08:18 PM

I drive angrily. The clown better be gone when I get back.

I know exactly where I'm going.

Back to the lab. My pheremones have worn off by now, and George and the other guard are liable to be hazy on everything that happened last night. The chemicals I stole have probably yet to be noticed missing.

George is sure to be gone by now, but I'll find him. And then we'll be together.

But on my terms.

I'll make him mine. And I'LL make the rules.

I smile, no longer feeling the anger toward George I did before. Because I've resolved to take control of the situation. I'M in control. And he'll live because of me. I'll make certain he knows that well.

Men take what they want all the time with no apologies, and ask questions later. Now so am I.

The snow and ice have melted to a dirty sludge. I hear the tires slosh through it.

And then the snow starts again.

"What?"

The snow...

Freeze is responsible for this. He's the only who could do it. I still haven't forgotten what he did to my garden. He'll pay. But not now. I won't be distracted again. I'm going to take what I want first.

I see activity in the lab. There's a man inside talking animately on the telephone. Must be the owner. Or maybe he's one of the scientists. I climb in through the broken window quietly.

"I need this window fixed TODAY!" he yells. Just like a man. Trying to prove how fearsome he is with shouting. And demanding to get what he wants. His way or the highway.

I'm overcome with disgust.

"Then I'll just have to take my business to another repairman. Thank you!" He slams down the phone, then finally turns; notices me.

He starts.

"Hi there," I say, brandishing my crossbow.

"Don't kill me! Please!" he begs. I'm delighted by his squirming. Frightened of a woman? I wonder where all his bravado went.

"OK," I say. "Get out of here. Now."

He looks at me in disbelief. He edges away, hesitant. I smirk.

He breaks out in a run toward the door. I fire an arrow in his back. He groans and tenses, then collapses.

I love moving targets.

I look through the lab's files to find a document with George's address on it. It's not easy, since I don't have his last name. I finally find something and take it.

Just then a guard comes in. I've never seen him before. He spots the dead man on the floor and fumbles for his gun.

I twist his arms and he hunches forward. I knee him in the chest and he grunts loudly. A sharp elbow to the back of his neck sends him to the floor, unconscious. This place could benefit from better security.

I leave the same way I came in, and head toward the home of George Landis. I know his last name now.

Bird Boy

06-23-2001, 10:21 PM

OOC: To avoid confusion, I'm temporarily taking over Comm. Gordon. Hope nobody minds. This post will *hopefully* mend the errors a few of us have made. So, here it is:

IC: (Comm. Gordon, NOT bane)

I go through the tapes Freeze sent. I better go light the bat-signal. Hmm..it'll be rather funny to see him out in the daylight..

As I get up out of the chair, they come through the window.

I'm a little startled at how they came so fast. Maybe they have somthing to tell me..

"This arrived half an hour ago." I outstrech my hand, holding a VHS tape. They pop in the tape. It describes what Freeze plans to do.

"Has this tape been released to the public?" Batman inquires.

"No. Not yet." I reply

"Good. The last thing we need now is mass hysteria." Batman answers.

I nod.

"How did you light the signal if your in your office?" Batman asks

I raise an eyebrow "I didn't light the signal, I was about to, but you jumped through the window as I was about to get up and light it."

Batman looks at Robin then they run up to where the signal is. I run through my office doors, and run up the stairs. As I open the door, I see a figure in a coat. Not one of my men...or women.

"Catwoman!" Batman says, rather surprised.

I watch as they stand there, motionless.

END.

OOC: Ok, now, that should mend it all. Despite what Inque said (no tagging), basically, only one person can reply to this message.... Catz. feel free to post whenever the spirit moves you! :)

-Bird_Boy

catz

06-23-2001, 10:45 PM

OOC: yeah...it's sloppy but it's late

"I knew you wouldn't stand up a girl." I smile, getting off the ledge I was sitting on. I snicker as I see Gordon come from behind Batman and take a few steps back.

"What do you want Selina." Batman states coldy, crossing his arms in the process. Its times like this that I imagine him like everyone else, in his underwear.

"Bats...I want what every woman wants...nice, secure, retirement...with lots of trees, diamonds...the whole nine yards. But now thanks to somebody.... that dream was just cut in half and stolen from my bank." He raises an eyebrow and my face grows red. "Yes, I do realize the irony."

"And now you want my help."

"Well, I prefer calling it an exchange...you give me the names of the people that stole from me...and I'll tell you something that you may not know yet. DEAL? "

OOC: SK you can finish the rest of conversation since you are Batman ....
:p

AndreaBeaumont

06-24-2001, 12:31 AM

Curiousity...
1:55 p.m.
(remember to post the time)

I raise an eyebrow as I hear some noise from a building or so over. I spin around just as the snow begins to fall again. Harder than before. I shrug. Might as well go see what's up. I get to a nice spot on the building next to police station where the commotion was coming from. I glance over and see the Batman, Robin, the Commishioner, and a woman silouhetted against the bright batsignal. I crouch lower and settle down to watch. This could be interesting...

Tim Drake

06-24-2001, 01:55 PM

Robin
June 17th 2pm
Gotham City Police Dept. Rooftop

I've never really liked Catwoman. I suppose its a given, she is a criminal. But she bothers me more than most. I stand at a distance with the Comissioner while Bruce and Selina banter back and forth.

"Well, I prefer calling it an exchange...you give me the names of the people that stole from me...and I'll tell you something that you may not know yet. DEAL? "

"I don't trust you Selina." Bruce states. He looks up inquisitively. "What??......."

All four of us stand in awe as the temperature drops to near freezing. Out of nowhere a massive snowstorm appears. The trees and buildings which has just thawed return to their bleached frozen state. Gordon runs back indoors.

"We're running out of time." Bruce yells to me. "Stop Freeze, I'll deal with Catwoman first."

"Right O boss." I say as I run off the rooftop.

Right as I begin my descent I hear Gordon's voice......

"Freeze has pushed up the timetable! There's no telling how much longer Gotham City has."

Wonderful. All of Gotham is relying on the Boy Wonder to save them. They better give me a better nickname if we make it through all of this.

OOC: Shriek in BTAS email hasn't been invented yet

Shriek

06-24-2001, 02:18 PM

OOC:: Are you serious?? My bad. Which years take place in BTAS?

Bird Boy

06-24-2001, 03:17 PM

OOC: Tim- how would you know if email hasn't been invented yet? We had the internet when BTAS first premiered, right? Just because they don't show it in the series, doesn't mean it's not in it...

-Bird_boy

nerdgirl

06-24-2001, 04:56 PM

OOC--Hi everyone! I'm back!

Let me try to help out with clearing some confusion. The Internet has been around since 1969, although back then it was only for branches of the government and military to quickly communicate with each other. The Internet as we know it didn't come about until the late 1980s. It was then that Usenet, Telnet and email came about. The World Wide Web was created in the early 1990s, and that is what we have today.

Since BTAS takes place in the early to mid-1990s, email did exist then. I hope that helps!

IC--June 17, 2:15 pm

It's nice to be back home! Gotham University called off all of its summer classes, so I won't be going back to school until the last week of August. I'm a little upset that I will have to take my scheduled classes later and not graduate early, but the break is nice!

I spent the last two days moving my stuff back home. I started after I checked up on Dad on South Earl Street. He just got done arrested four men dressed like ninjas when I surprised him. We were both glad to see that the other was alright. I was so glad that Dad didn't get attacked by a poisoned grapefruit or piles of snow.

Speaking of snow, most of it is now melted, and it is starting to warm up again. This morning, it was already beginning to feel like spring! Hopefully, summer will return by the end of the week!

I go over and open the window to let some of the warmer air in. A sudden burst of near-zero cold air greets me instead! I quickly close the window and glance out of it, seeing that it is snowing again! Scatch out summer this week!

"Grrrr!" I mumble. What fun is summer break when it is going to be like winter?! It looks like Mr. Freeze isn't finished yet!

Dad is at work right now. I leave my bedroom and go downstairs toward the kitchen. I walk to the cabinet and take out a packet of hot chocolate. That should warm me up!

Dad's scanner is still on. I listen to that as I nuke a cup of water. Nothing much going on, actually, until I remove the cup from the microwave and sitr in the cocoa.

"432 Fulton Street, The Paint-the-Town Paint shop. A robbery." I hear the female speaker announce. "Employees tied up, painted green, exposed to laughing gas. Robber made off with unknown quanities of purple and green paint."

My eyes widen! That has to be the Joker. The purple and green paint, and the laughing gas is his MO. Apparently he is all better now. I wonder if Harley and Ivy were with him? That's a question Batgirl can answer. I finish my cocoa and change clothes. Looks like things might get hot in Gotham after all!

Tim Drake

06-24-2001, 05:58 PM

BTAS is set in the 50's. Look at the clothing, cars etc. If nothing else look at TV. Its in black and white!!! It aired in early 90's but it had to be 50's. Look at the guns too. Everything about is says 50's maybe 60s.

watsonlives

06-25-2001, 12:42 PM

OCC: I have to say something about this Timeline debate. Look at the technology present in the series. The Batcomputer and how powerful it is. Riddler used a VR device that attached to your head. Mad hatter uses mind control microchips. HARDAC. The Batplane. In a world where all this exists, wouldn't email be around too? Certain throwbacks were done on purpose. TV is in black and white to give visual contrast. they use tommyguns because FOX would not let them use realistic ones on a kids show.

June 17th, 2:00 PM

I have continued examination of the green stone. The stone itself appears to be a highly polished emerald, about the size of a chickens egg. The glow comes not from the stone itself, but what is inside it. Trapped within the stone appears to be some form of insect. It is of an unkown species, though it looks simular to a scorpion with wings. What this is or why it is glowing is currently unknown. According to emergency weather reports, an extremely powerful icestorm has begun. The stone will have to wait. I equip myself and head up to the streets. Batman may be aware of my activity at this point, so I had best be careful.

SilverKnight

06-26-2001, 11:14 AM

--OOC: Sorry about the delay! I can't really explain what I've been doing for the past three days, it's all kinda been a haze. :D But don't worry, I've caught up and I'm back! (Finally.)--

Icy winds rip through my cape, blowing it around in several directions. "What do you want Selina?" I bark, ignoring the biting cold.

Even in the cold that Freeze is generating, she still gives me that chesire cat smile of hers. I suppress a growl of annoyance. God, she's the most infuriating woman I've ever met in my life. "Like I said earlier--a trade."

"What *kind* of trade?" I hiss, standing still for a moment. As she ponders what she's going to say--for effect, I'm assuming--I begin to pace to the edge of the building closest to me, which is thankfully opposite of hers. "I don't have time for this Selina. I'm not for hire."

I pull out a grappling hook, preparing to follow Robin. "To be honest, I find it rather...funny. Call it poetic justice." I fire the jumpline to the building across the street, not jumping off. Not yet. It's not often *I* get to make cracks. "Plus, I'm sure you've amassed enough stolen goods that I haven't found yet to ensure your every need."

I turn to look at her. Whether her face is red because of the cold or the anger, I don't know. (Probably anger.) I give her a small lopsided grin, which only infuriates her further, as her hands are clenched by her sides. "If you're going to buy me into doing this, it's going to have to be hell of a secret you're telling me." I pause, thinking of the proper wording. Something Dick once said to me pops to mind. "So, spill it."

--OOC: Yeah, sorry. I don't really know what to do here, hon. :) So, ah, gimme a clue. And sorry if it sound ooc, my mind's not where it should be. (It's on the road, baby! :D)--

Tim Drake

06-27-2001, 01:09 PM

Robin-

June 17th 3pm
Wayne Manor/Batcave

We're running out of time. The snowstorm is growing increasingly fierce and I still haven't found Freeze. As I sit in front of the batcomputer, I ponder where Freeze could be. I type "Project Arctic" into the computer. The computer displays information about Star Labs and the man behind Project Arctic, Emil Hamilton.

I click on the file about Emil Hamilton. Its a video file explaining the theory behind Project Arctic.

"There's one major difference between Project Arctic and a real snowstorm." states Emil. "While snowstorms can be spread out, a snowstorm created by Project Arctic always has a focus point. And from the focal point the snowstorm radiates outward in a circular fashion. Furthermore,....."

I cancel the file. If the snowstorm has a circular pattern and a focus point, I'll be able to easily find Freeze's location by air. I jump into the Batplane. Jeez I don't normally pilot by myself. If Bruce knew I was taking the plane out by myself in this typeo f weather, he'd have a cow. Well what he doesn't know can't hurt me..........

I jump into the cockpit of the batplane. The canopy closes and I start the engine. The hangar doors open and I fly out into the storm.

Shriek

06-27-2001, 01:25 PM

"AHH!" I scream in pain as I am launched across the room. I clunk my head against an icy rock instantly breaking it open into a flesh wound. The blood rushes out only to freeze instantly.

"What the hell is happening to the machines?" I ask the lead scientist. All he can do is stammer. I throw him up against a wall.

"I don't know. Dr. Hamilton normally knows this," He replies. "But he is at the airport getting ready to leave for Metropolis."

"You have failed me. Boys! Pin him up against this wall." As my men hold the Dr. against the cavern wall I reach for my freeze gun. I aim the gun and shoot the scientist. He is instantly frozen onto the cavern wall.

"We are moving out," I bark. "Let's move!" I make my way towards a ladder that leads to the surface. I tap on the lid. "Great, I begin sarcasticaly, We cannot get out!"

"Boss, we're trapped? How? Why?" All of them shout.

"Well for starters. This cavern under the park isn't holding out. The temperature is way to cold for these machines to operate. And all of the underground rivers are already frozen or freezing. And if you haven't noticed already. My suit is useless."

I begin walking towards them, but I cannot move my right leg. "No it can't happen." My leg is frozen solid. I push a button and pull some wires. My robotic leg then disconnects from me. "Get the wheel chair! NOW!"

Within seconds a wheel chair is rushed to me and I sit down in it. I wheel my self over to my suit. "I have to make the repairs. You guys start welding the wires and get those machines warm."

"And prepare for an attack. With any luck the dynamic duo is already on there way."

Shriek

06-27-2001, 01:26 PM

And look into joining the Batman Beyond RPG. It is in desperate need of members.

Tim Drake

06-28-2001, 11:27 AM

Robin-

June 17th 4 pm Batplane over Gotham City

See, flying over Gotham in the middle of a snowstorm isn't that bad.... Keep telling yourself that Grayson. Its been an hour and I still haven't reached the center of the storm.

"Hold the phone!" I say excitedly. "The focus point of the snowstorm!"

I look down on Gotham City Park. There's no doubt that the snowstorm is radiating from this point. The snow and wind seems to move at unbearably fast temperatures. But where could Freeze be......

"Underground" I tell myself. There are a series of caverns under Gotham City Park where we once dealt with the Scarecrow. Now how am I going to land the batplane in this weather?

My question is quickly answered. As I look down the snowstorm subsides instantaneously. Well, I'm never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I cut the main engines and slowly descend into the park.

Luckily I remember the entrance to the underground caverns. I run toward the entrance only to find the lid frozen shut. I don't have time to waste. I place a timed detanator on the lid and run away.

Bird Boy

07-03-2001, 01:35 PM

IC:
June 17th, 4pm

The streets of gotham are covered in snow yet again. Nobody is no the street. Save for a few police men...hmm..police men..

I look up. The darkness from the clouds is enough cover for me.

I find the window and climb out of it. I make my way to the nearby police man. I take him from behind. I knock him out with one punch. I lug him into the ally, where I take out my note. yes..this will work. I take a nail and put it throught he note. I look at the man..unconcious. I put the nail over his chest. I don't want to kill him...just injur him. I place my fist over the nail and slam it down though his chest. he immediatly wakes up screaming. I knock him out again.

I make my way through gotham. Nobody sees me..and if they do..it's the drunks and they are too busy keeping their alchole down, let alone notice me.

I find police headquarter and shove the man into the building. it should get their attention. I walk off to my hideout.
END

OOC:I really wanna fight bats. but, I'm not sure what time period everybody is in...So, sombody post!!!!! :)

-BB

SilverKnight

07-03-2001, 02:22 PM

--OOC: Okay, okay, I'm a little behind in the time, so I'm gonna catch up really quick. So sorry if it's a little...wierd. And catz, sorry...is it alright if I adlib you, because I need to get bats movin here. Thanks! :D--

June 17, 2:20pm

She purrs, sauntering over to me. "It it *is*."

This is getting ridiculous. Snow is coming down in torrents, and here we are, still debating over what little secret she could possibly tell me. "I'm sure," I hiss, tightening the cord again.

Her brows knit. "Where do you think you're going?" I don't answer her question, opting for jumping on the ledge, the grapple in my firm grasp. Her eyes widen, then narrow. "Hey!" She grabs my hand tightly, getting my attention. "Don't you know better than to leave a girl hanging?"

"No," I say deadpan, leaping off the ledge. She knows better than to keep hold of my hand and lets go. I soar through the blanket that is called a snowstorm, attempting to find my way down to the ground without getting myself killed in the process. I hear a crack of a whip behind me, and barely manage to spot the lithe form of Catwoman soaring behind me.

I land upon the nearest roof, instantly moving into defensive position. She too lands in the mounting snow, a snarl on her face. (You know, it looks almost...cute on her.) I decide to prod a little further. "I thought most women were supposed to play hard to get."

She cracks her whip again, closer to me, the claws on her fingers out. "And since when do you categorize me with 'most women'?" She quips, lunging for me.

I move out of her way, all business. "As much as I enjoy these sparring sessions," I growl, bolting for the ledge. "I don't have time for this."

"I hope that line goes over better with the kid and the other resident mouse with wings," she harrumphs, standing. I ignore the statment, jumping off the ledge again. The cold stabs into me, and I must say it is rather painful. I hit a roof farther down, running the rest of the way, attempting to warm myself some. Selina must be a walking iceberg right now. Although I can vouch for other times in warmer climates where she could've been classified as an artic glacier...I shake my head. I'm musing again. I need to keep on guard--

A black form darts away in my peripheral vision. I turn my head, seeing another figure running away, a long black flowing cape behind them with--stripes of orange? Hm. Curiosity piqued, I follow her. The shadow leaps from one building to another, hitting the other roof hard, rolling with the blow. An amateur, obviously. She stands, her eyes meeting mine for a moment. Fear crosses over her features for a second, then she resumes speeding away from me. She seems oddly familiar--I've been having several experiences of deja vu lately.

Another person lands behind me. I sigh. She doesn't know when to quit. No matter, the snow is mounting and I'm running out of time. I grab a small gun from my hand, and plant a tracking device on part of her cape. She's taken care of. Now, for Selina...

June 17th, 3:45pm

I managed to subdue Catwoman long enough to get her to stop chasing me. When her back was turned, I ran in no uncertain terms. Almost an hour of my time was wasted on that woman, although if she ever heard me put it that way I'd go home with five nice scars etched on my cheek. Not to mention the other mysterious person, whom I'm tracking right now. I've traced her location to a hotel near the GCPD. I take note of the address mentally. This will no doubt be of use later.

The snow has died down, and it's much easier to see long distances. Taking out binoculars, I sharpen the image inside the glass sliding doors. The girl--unmasked is sitting on the bed, her head down, wringing her mask in her hands. Another woman--her mother, I'm assuming--is farther back in the shadows of the room, berating her as she holds up the former girl's cape in her hands. That woman...the mother...she seems so very familiar...

The girl stands, facing her mother, effectively blocking my view of the other woman. The girl shakes her head, probably denying something vehemently. However, her arguments are put down quickly and the child sits. My eyes fall to the--

Oh my holy God. My heart stops beating, my head starts spinning, and my lungs stop working.

An--And--*Andrea*?

--OOC: Sorry, it was the only way I could tie in everything that's been happening semi-coherently.--

watsonlives

07-03-2001, 03:02 PM

June 17th 4:00 PM

I head out into the snowstorm. Most possible suspect given known motives and means of operation: Dr. Victor Fries. On the streets near gotham police station, a new development is spotted, a criminal known in the files as Bane. I move in for attack and capture of known criminal.

OOC: Bats seems to be occupied, so...HERE I AM TO SAVE THE DAY! anyone can ad-lib me, just don't make me stupid.

catz

07-03-2001, 03:42 PM

OOC: It's okay if you adlib me Sk...I've been in Chicago for the past couple of days and couldn't post. Sorry about slowing down the rpg.. :D I'll start posting later today. (I'm still tired right now)

~catz

AndreaBeaumont

07-03-2001, 05:25 PM

Mummy Dearest
4:00 p.m

I shake the cursed cape as I yell at Angela for going out...yet again. Tears run down my cheeks. Why can't she understand...why can't she listen? I toss the cape down...suddenly something catches my eye on the building across from us. A shadow...I gasp..Bruce..

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I wring my mask in my hands. I'm an adult now...well almost! I just don't know why she doesn't, can't,...WON'T understand! I brush my hair out of my face with my hand and stare blankly at the opposing wall while she continues to yell, rant, and cry. It rips me apart to see Mum cry so I try to pretend I don't....I look to the glass doors and see a figure on a building across the street. I turn to my mom and see the distraught expression on her face as she too sees it..
"Mom?"

OOC: I EDITED THIS READ IT!

Bud 'n Lou

07-04-2001, 02:46 AM

George disappointed me.

And not just because I was able to physically overcome him so easily. I've done so before, on prior meetings at the laborotory he gaurds.

He didn't want me.

I suppose I can't blame him, really. I haven't got the best reputation in the world. And George has found out why first hand.

It wouldn't have been as bad if he'd just said so. But he ran from me. Tried to be sneaky about it too. He pretended to cooperate with me.

He lied.

I forced myself into his apartment. I made a point to rip the phone out of the wall as quickly as possible. He was surprised to see me, to say the least, but he composed himself quickly.

I could tell from the looks of the place that he wasn't married, like I thought he'd be. I was comforted by this. Although, with my new "take-what-I-please" additude, I wouldn't let a thing like a family stop me from getting what I wanted. Had I found him with a wife, I'd have simply killed her.

He humored me when I told him what I planned to do. He made me feel TOO comfortable.

I let my gaurd down.

He said he wanted to take a few things before we left.

I should have gone with him. Only after he'd left my presence for a few seconds did I realize I'd made a mistake.

I caught him in his bedroom taking a gun from his dresser drawer. He panicked, and instinctively pointed the gun at me and pulled the trigger. Even though I came in before he had the chance to load it.

I had been betrayed. I had LET myself be hurt. I'd given him the power to do it.

The one thing I promised myself I wouldn't allow to happen.

As I said early, I subdued him, to put it mildly. By the time I was through with him, he was unconscious.

It's now about 4:00. Almost two hours gone since I arrived at his apartment. Most of the time was spent waiting for a good time to sneak him out of the building. I contemplated just killing him and leaving, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I did, however, take the opportunity to inject him with my pheremones to make sure such a thing never happened again.

I have him unconscious in the backseat, and check on him in the mirror to make sure he's still out.

I pull up in front of the mansion. The snow has all but stopped, but it's left behind another thick layer of white.

I toss my bag on my shoulder and drag George to the door.

Then I think about the Joker.

I'm wary of what might happen, now that I'm bringing George into this. The clown is so unpredictable, I don't know what to expect.

I don't give myself the chance to make up the possible disasters that might ensue. It's too late to do anything about it now. I open the door and shove George inside, just enough to be able to close it behind us.

"Is that you, puddin'?"

He's not here. I'm filled with relief.

I don't think to respond until she calls out again, bringing me back to reality. "It's me, Harley!"

"Red! Where've ya been?" Harley belts. I hear her approaching now.

"I've been out on a date," I tell her jokingly.

SilverKnight

07-05-2001, 01:43 AM

June 17th, 4:00pm

I can't move. I desperately want to, but nothing is doing as I command. My eyes are locked with hers, wide, and filled with so much emotion that it physically hurts for me to look at them.

But I can't move.

I just...I just *can't*...

If I were to look at myself now, I would look exactly like a deer caught in headlights. Conflicting emotions are raging within me. Part of me--most of me--wants to leave, run, hide in the shadows where I'm safe. The rest of me, for some foolish reason, wants to go over there and wrap my arms around her, comfort her, wipe her tears away with my calloused thumbs. Right now even, I can smell her hair. I can feel her soft skin on my fingertips--

I can also see the glinting blade of the Phantasm in the inky darkness.

I see it and so does she. Which I'm guessing is partly why she looks so afraid to see me.

Hell...I feel the same way. That's what this all boils down to, doesn't it? I'm--I'm afraid, aren't I? Afraid that I might get hurt, afraid that I'll have to sacrifice too much to love her again, afraid to take that sort of leap. Oh, I leap large distances all the time.

Leaps of faith, however, are entirely different.

My eyes manage to pry themselves from my lo--former love, and lock onto the child's face. She has her mother's red hair--'Stupid,' my cold, analytical brain chasties me. 'You're jumping to conclusions. You don't even *know* if that's her daughter.'

Call it a hunch, I snap back, my heart pounding in my ears. It's her daughter, it has to be. She doesn't look exactly like her--in fact she looks more like--no, it can't be. 'Oh, you don't want to go on anymore, huh? Well, you're already forming the theory, so finish it.'

Well, it's only a hunch.

'You realize you're contradicting yourself, right?'

You're not helping.

'Ha, right. Okay, if you want to be in denial about it, *fine*, but let's look at the facts, shall we?'

No, I don't think--

'Exactly; right now you're *not*, but I'm going to add up all the factors *anyway*. One--she looks to be sixteen or seventeen. When was the first time you consummated your relationship with Andrea?'

I grate my teeth. Damn my analytical brain. Approximately seventeen years ago. But that could--

'Be a coincidence? You and I both know that we *hate* coincidences. It's too neat; too convenient. Two--who do you know of that slept with her besides you during that time period?'

You really think she'd tell me that? If my brain were another person, it would have surely just glared at me. I sigh inwardly. That I *know* of, none.

'Right. And strike *three*--who does she look like?'

My eyes actually start seeing again, and I take in every feature of the young woman's face. Her hair, as I said, had to have come from her mother. Everything else...

Oh my God. I'm a father.

AndreaBeaumont

07-05-2001, 02:34 AM

Beliefs and Memories..
4:00 p.m.

My heart...oh god my heart...I feel warm tears run down my face as I stare at the figure...knowing he's staring back. I can see his face behind the cowl...totally and utterly astounded...upset...torn...hurt...pained..confused..

Probably an exact carbon copy of the look I must be wearing.

So many memories..painful memories. In my mind, I can see him smiling..laughing..before.... Then it suddenly flashes to him grim, heartbroken...after..

Oh god.

I tear my mind away from the memories and I flash back to the present. I glance to Angela and see the terrified look on her face then back to the figure...

Gone.

Did I imagine it? No..Ang saw it too. Was it him? Yes...who else?

I sink to the floor gripping my chest hiding my face.

Did he realize? Ang? Does he know? About..

God..

I find it almost comical that in my mind I call out for God..Ever since...then..I never had a close relationship with Him...I didn't think I still believed in Him....

Well if there was ever a time for Him to prove He is real and to lend a hand..now would be the time..

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I look at my mom...questioning..scared...did he follow me? I thought I'd lost him. I follow her horrified gaze to the figure only to see it's gone. Batman. I'm in way over my head. I watch my mom slip to the floor and I jump up to catch her. I sit her down gently.

"Mom? Mom??" I ask worriedly. She doesn't even hear me...lost in some trance...remembering? Is that who could hurt me? The one person she was afraid she couldn't stop? Batman?

"What's going on? Mom?"

Tim Drake

07-05-2001, 04:02 AM

Robin-
June 17th 415 pm

The detonator explodes. I peer into the cavern to find Freeze and five goons among a few clutered machines that appear to be out of order. Freeze nearly killed Babs. This time, he's mine. Four of them are attempting to repair the machines while one accompanies Freeze.

Freeze in a wheelchair! Obviously the disease is already taking its toll on his body. The men see the explosion and head toward the entrance to the cavern. Well, here's my cue.

I throw three exploding gas balls into the cavern. The smoke overwhelms the goons who surround the machines. The first goon seems an easy target. He is practically doubled over from the smoke, his eyes are pouring water. I knee the man directly in his ribs. He collapses to the floor.

Two other goons less affected by the gas rush me. Their vision is too clouded by the smoke and they punch wildly at the air. I grab one of the goons and perform a shoulder throw slamming him into the other goon. Both of them smash into the cavern wall and go unconscious. Who needs Batman? The Boy Wonder is enough. Man Wonder? Ok maybe I need a new nickname.

The last of the goons near the weather machines picks up a tommy gun. He wields the gun with overconfidence. Right as he begins to fire I toss a batarang towards him. I underestimate the goon. I aim the batarang toward his hand but instead he dodges slightly and it connects with his head knocking him out. As he descends toward the ground his gun misfires into several of the machines.

"Ah crap! And I was doing so well....."

I glance around the room as sparks begin to fly from several of the machines. As a machine near me catches fire I see that Freeze is already gone. Must have been some other exit in the back. Another machine bursts into flame. Crap I need to get these two bit hoods out of here. I grab the first three goons and head toward the ladder. Its difficult but I mangage upward with two men under one arm and one man under the other. As I reach the top nearly the entire cavern ignites.

I toss the three men on the melting snow and attempt to head back into the cavern. I never make it. As I reach the mouth of the cavern the few remaining machines explode spewing fire out like an angry volcano. I am thrown backward into the snow. Singed but otherwise alright.

The cavern itself collapsed inward. The entrance is sealed by dirt. I can only assume that the other goon is dead.

"****! I really screwed up here!"

I strike a nearby tree in frustration. I've never allowed a person to die before. Possibly Freeze as well....

No. He's far too resourceful. Freeze isn't dead. But a man is dead. Not a good man perhaps, but his death was a direct consequence of my inability.

Dead. There's a dead man down there because of me. My mind is spinning. I leave the other goons unconscious and untied on the snow and jump into the Batplane. Need to get away. Need to think things through.

I fire up the engines to the Batplane and fly away.

OOC: k not my best work I'm sorry.

redDragon

07-06-2001, 08:43 PM

June 17th 5pm.

Done! Ah, the wonders you can do with paint and a hammer! It's wonderful to see my masterpiece smiling back at me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Seems like a lot has happened while I've been recooperating. Freeze threatening to turn us all into icicles, nothing unusual there. But what news to hear that Andrea Beaumont has returned! And with a daughter too!

I gather my men together, "We're going to visit an old friend of mine!"

Within 10 minutes we head towards the hotel where my sources say she's at. Curly kicks open the door for me and before me I see Andrea and her daughter in the middle of a conversation.

"Andy ol' pal! What a pleasant surprise! After all these years, you never wrote, you never called! But we'll soon be all caught up now won't we? And you brought along a daughter! How sweet! Quite a looker too." I turn to the daughter as my men attempt to get Andrea ready for a ride through town.

"Now why don't you run along and play dear? Your mother and I have some catching up to do! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OOMPH!" I stumble back a bit as the young twip punches me. "Fiesty aren't you!" With a gesture I have Moe aim his gun at Andrea. "Now do as I say or your mother will have a whole new look! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

AndreaBeaumont

07-06-2001, 11:43 PM

Skeletons...
5:00 p.m.

I hear a knock on the door then suddenly it comes crashing down. I jump back and I see Ang leap off the bed and jump to her feet out of the corner of my eye. Two or three goons come rushing into the room...in...in CLOWN PAINT! I watch the Joker casually step into the room admist the chaos seemingly oblivious to the fact of how much noise he made. He then looks as if he just notices me and a look of surprise slides across his face.

"Andy ol' pal! What a pleasant surprise! After all these years, you never wrote, you never called! But we'll soon be all caught up now won't we? And you brought along a daughter! How sweet! Quite a looker too." He says as he turns from me to Angela as the goons move in to grab me.

I swing and hit one in the jaw but it doesn't seem to faze him as he grabs my hair and twists my arms behind my back. I can't see anything for a minute as I'm doubling over in pain from the punch to the stomach delivered by another goon. I flip my hair back and out of my face as my eyes search the room for Ang.

"Now why don't you run along and play dear? Your mother and I have some catching up to do! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OOMPH!"

I watch as Ang slugs the Joker.

"Fiesty aren't you!"

Suddenly there's a gun in my face and I watch the color drain from Ang's.

"Now do as I say or your mother will have a whole new look! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Another goon grabs Ang and I watch as she makes a feeble attempt to get away but then seems to remember the gun and stops. I'm jerked upright and shoved through the door. My shoulder takes the full impact of me hitting the wall of the hallway since my wrists are bound. I don't have time to slide to the floor because I'm grabbed by my hair and shoved down the hallway towards the elevator. I try to stop and look for Ang but the goon shoves me into the elevator doors and holds me there while he presses the buttons. Suddenly I hear Ang's voice behind me shouting profanities at the goon holding her in 3 different languages. I smirk slightly but am then shoved through the doors of the elevator and I fall to the floor. Ang lands beside me.

I look at Ang she seems fairly unscathed but I know from the shocked expression on her face that I did not fair so well. The Joker's leering face is above me laughing and then everything goes black...totally and utterly pitch black.

redDragon

07-07-2001, 02:31 PM

5:30pm

"HONEY, I'M HOME!" I shout as I enter Ivy's pad.

"Pudding!" Harley runs and gives me a little TOO tight of a hug.

"Look who I found while in town! An old friend and her daughter!" Moe and Curly walked in then and dropped the two onto the couch. "I'm sure they'll make excellent dinner guests! ANd we'll get to talk about old times! Isn't it great? Now I'll want to talk to them separately. Harley why don't you make sure Andrea's daughter gets all cozy in one of the closets?"

I went into the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. Ah water, so refreshing! In there Ivy scowls at me, "Don't you have your own place?"

"Why of course Pam dear! But don't you agree it's more fun when you hold a party at someone else's place? It brings a smile to them to see that they get entertainment for free and to no expense to them! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Ivy shoves me to the side as she stalks out of the room.

"You know Pam, it really suits you better if you'd just take everything with a smile!" I holler after her.

I walk back into the living room and slap Andrea awake. "So rude! Going to sleep while chatting with a friend! Aw, don't scowl at me! After all I do have your daughter! Quite a lively thing she is! You must tell me where you got her! And all about your trips elsewhere! You haven't been in Gotham for ages? Did the big bad bat scare you off? I'm sure he did! But you returned, can't get enough of me eh? After all these years you still want part of the Joker! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Bud 'n Lou

07-07-2001, 08:21 PM

How DARE he come here with them?!

He rants as I make my way upstairs. I slam the bedroom door shut behind me and sit on the bed next to George. He doesn't even stir, still unconscious. I could always revive him, but it's best that he stay asleep and hidden away right now.

Suddenly the phone rings.

I'm startled by it. For a few seconds, I just stare at it, not knowing what do. No one's called since I've been here.

Then I realize I better answer it, or else the Joker might decide to. Who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause?

After the third ring, I hesitantly pick up the phone, not knowing what to say or expect.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Sylvia?" A female. Speaks with a voice that can only be of someone who's atttended the best of finishing schools. She seems to have not been expecting to hear MY voice.

This must be the owner of the place. And the maid's name is Sylvia...

"No," I reply, not knowing whether or not I made the right choice. Would she have believed I was Sylvia if I said 'yes'?

"Oh.." she hesitates.

I'm trapped. She'll find out and call the cops.

Then I get a flash of inspiration.

"I'm sorry. You must have the wrong number."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," she replies, and then hangs up.

I slam the phone down and race downstairs to Sylvia's room.

I find her tipped backward in her chair. She must've done it when the phone rang; tried to get help from the party on the other end.

I kick her in the side for that. She gives a muffled groan.

I turn on the lamp on her nightstand. I see she's cleaned up. Harley must've done it while I was gone.

The phone rings again.

I kneel down and take off the maid's gag.

"Scream, and I'll kill you," I warn her.

*ring*

I look at the phone, nervous. I have to answer it. Or else the owner will know something's wrong. And the Joker might interfere and spoil everything.

"We need to have a chat, Sylvia"

She looks at me with surprise and panic.

"Tell me, where are you from, originally?"

Her eyes widen with fear.

*ring*

"Don't worry. I'm not asking so I'll know where to send your body," I tell her, smirking.

She wimpers.

I guess I could've used a better choice of words.

*ring*

"Answer me!"

"Georgia," she says. "Just outside Atlanta."

She's got a bit of a Southern accent.

*ring*

"What's the name of the people who own this house?" I ask anxiously.

She's completely terrified.

"Miles and Nora Sutton," she says weakly.

*ring*

I re-fasten her gag.

I have a fairly good grasp on her voice.

I pick up the telephone.

"Hello," I say, imitating Sylvia's drawl.

"Sylvia," says Mrs. Sutton. "Why didn't you answer?"

I know already that I hate this woman.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sutton. I was just coming up from the basement"

"Very well," she says, sounding mildly agitated. "How is the house?"

"Oh, it's fine," I tell her. I close my eyes. I realize I don't know how Sylvia speaks. I mean, what kind of things she says. Maybe she doesn't say 'fine'.

Maybe Mrs. Sutton will pick up on this, and get suspicious...

"I've been meaning to call to check on things there, especially after the storm, but Mr. Sutton and I have been dreadfully busy." Hmph. Right. The exhausting life of a multi-millionaire. "Has there been any damage?"

Sylvia moans, trying feebly to get Mrs. Sutton's attention. I press my knee into her chest.

"No."

"Well, I think I'd like to check for myself. Perhaps you missed something," she condescends. "I'll arrange for Mr. Sutton and I to come by later tonight. We'll be going out to dinner this evening, but perhaps we'll stop by on the way home."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I should be getting ready. Good-bye, Sylvia." She hangs up.

I ease the phone down, relieved that that's over. I realize my shoulders are tensed, and relax them.

I ask Sylvia for the Suttons' address, and backhand her for good measure and then leave.

"Harley!" I call.

She bounds over. "Yeah?"

"Come with me on a little errand," I tell her.

"Sure," she says. "What are we doin'?"

I lead her upstairs to the master bedroom.

"Get dressed up," I say.

Harley smiles and rifles through the mammoth jewelry box. "Where're we goin'?"

"We're gonna drop by Miles and Nora Sutton's upper east side townhouse," I reply, going through the closet of clothes.

"Who are they?"

"They own this place," I tell her. "And we're gonna make sure they stay out of our business."

"I wanna curl my hair," Harley says excitedly.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I pry my eyes from the mirror long enough to look at the elaborate carved clock above the dresser. It's just after 6:00. We got ourselves ready fairly quickly.

I look back in the mirror.

My curl is pulled over one eye. I have on blue eyeshadow and false eyelashes. I chose a short white dress which is little more than lingerie. I have on matching white stiletto heels and a snug-fitting, floor-length white leather jacket open in front.

Whorish. But that what attracts men.

Harley has given herself sausage curls, and wears green eyeshadow and lip gloss. Her tight, short black dress is hidden underneath a fluffy mink coat that exposes most of her sun-tanned legs. She's also wearing gold-colored heels, and just about every piece of gold jewelry she could find.

She grins at me. "We should pick a real fancy car from the garage."

"Let's go."

We slink down the stairs, Harley shouts a good-bye to the Joker, and we leave.

nerdgirl

07-08-2001, 08:16 AM

June 17th, 4:30 pm.

Ahh! Stupid snow! I took me over an hour to get to this paint shop! The snow was too thick for the cycle, so I had to walk! Brrr! I can barely feel my legs! I should make myself a thicker suit!

I also missed the action. The cops are gone, and a crew is cleaning up the shop. The Joker is long gone by now, and I have no leads to find him. I might as well go back home!

One good thing is it stopped snowing, and it is starting to warm up just a little bit. It is still brutally cold, though. With mid-June like this, I'm beginning to think that I'm really in the southern hemisphere!

It takes me another hours and so to get home. Dad is not home yet, so I sneak into the basement from the back yard and change. I got upstairs and make myself another cup of hot chocloate and some chicken noodle soup. I make sure there is enough for Dad when he comes home. I sit back and enjoy the warm while listening to the police scanner, waiting for something else to happen.

catz

07-08-2001, 05:41 PM

June 17 6:30 PM

I let out a moan as I dip myself into the soothing bubbles of the bath. The warm water replacing the freezing chill from the chase. Oh how I loathe Batman sometimes. I chase him around for what seems like an eternity and he then has the audacity to skip out when my back is turned. I wouldn’t be so disappointed but what a way to escape. There are birthday party magicians who do better than that.

I grab a fluff of bubbles and take them in my hand blowing them away in a single breath. So I sit here in the same spot I was a few days ago….with no money and no chance of figuring out whomever took it. Which leaves me only one other option, I have to steal. I stretch out my arm from the water and grab the phone.

“Hello,” the other end answers. I don’t reply. “Hello, who is this.”

“Frankie,” I say slowly with a sly grin on my face. “Want to do me a favor.”

“Sel…is that you. You know I already did you a favor by telling you about those people. You don’t want ole Frankie to get in trouble now do you.”

“Yes.” I say coldly, remembering how many times he sold me out to Batman. “But this won’t cost you a thing. I just want all the names of Gotham’s wealthiest people who are out of town.”

“But Sel.”

I can tell he is worried he’ll get caught in the middle of it so I tell him I won’t snitch. Where in some other predicament, I would have said otherwise. But Frankie is a genius at figuring out these things and I can’t afford not knowing whether a person is going to be in their house or not. It’s too risky.

“Well…..okay Sel. There are not many people in Gotham that are out of town, though. A few are but not a lot. After the Freeze and Joker thing, I don’t think anybody wanted to leave their house.”

“Okay Frankie get me what you can and send it over to me in about an hour.”

“An hour! Hell, I can’t finish this in an hour. Plus, what about the bat and the security system of each house; it would take a month of research to break into each one of them.”

My frustration grows and I shout into the phone. Too much of my money has been lost and I don’t have time for it. “Don’t worry about it Frankie! This is probably the only day I can afford to steal everything without getting caught because for one; the bat is probably so fed up with me he won’t think twice about going to a place I’ve been spotted at and if he DOES he will live to regret it. Second…. I’m a skilled, professional, thief- there isn’t an item I can’t steal. Now all you have to do is get me the list. Now can you do that?”

“Okay,” he sighed. “I’ll send it over in a hour.”

I hang up the phone violently and sit back in the bathtub letting the water relax my muscles. I need to rest.
Tonight I need every bit of energy I can get.

:rolleyes:

SilverKnight

07-08-2001, 07:06 PM

June 17th, 5:35pm

I must be insane. This is *crazy*--what the hell good am I going to do walking back into her--I guess it's their lives now. I try to maintain a sane speed on the Gotham roads. The only time I "burn rubber" as Dick says, is when I'm Batman, and right now I'm Bruce Wayne, so I need to be careful.

Which is why I must think I'm crazy. I'm going there as Bruce Wayne. The daughter--*mine*--no doubt saw me as Batman, and if she didn't outright figure out I *was* Batman, she would know I am somehow tied in with him.

Then again, going as Batman would have done little good. After all...Batman is...just a guise. Batman is a mask. Nothing more. As much as it hurts to say that, I need to figure out the easiet way to do this. And coming in the mask would raise far too many questions, for both us and anyone who would happen to see this happening for some ungoldy reason. The tabloids, in other words. Bruce Wayne has an illegitimate daughter--well, that's something sensational, but it's supposedly happened before, so it's nothing new. *Batman* having an illegitimate daughter--I shudder to think of how that would be blown out of proportion.

So, I want to avoid that.

But I can't avoid Andrea or her--my--my--the daughter. I want--no, I *need* to find out why Andrea never told me. I mean...I *know* how I am, I know how I act, believe it or not. I'm quite aware of the overbearing, stone cold son of a ***** comments that are passed around. I've never bothered to change, but--that couldn't be used as a *reason*. Could it? She wouldn't, would she? And even if she *did*...for God's sake, this is my child! My daughter! My flesh and blood! I'd do anything to have her in my life--I'd take anything--give anything. Anything and everthing.

Just like I'd do for Dick.

I pull into an alley a couple of blocks away. I want to do this as quietly and painlessly as possible. I start up the sidewalk, until the building is in view--

I freeze, my eyes wide with a terror I haven't felt in years. Blood red lights slice through the cold air, as police officers pace in and out of the building. Notably, I see the most of them in room 407. A lump rises in my throat. Andrea. Who would--

My blood runs cold. I can't draw any conclusions from here, but something in my gut is screaming 'it's the Joker, you idiot, it's him, he's found her again and is going to kill her just to get to *you*'. I don't even realize that I've ran back to the porsche and am flooring it for the Manor.

To hell with the damn speed limits.

June 17th, 6:15 pm

I crouch on the roof across the street. The police have all left, and the only thing left is the barren, torn apart room. Securing a jumpline, I find myself inside the room in mere moments. I've seen rooms that are far worse, but somehow this tugs at my heartstrings more--'shut up, idiot. Keep focused. Lose your nerve, lose the girl. Again.'

I hate my mind sometimes.

Everything in the room is trashed, but it has the Joker's name written all over it. The pointed shoes in the plush carpet are only worn by one person. Added are the fact that the path of destruction seems to have been made by at least two different people, both huge, both strong. Exactly the Joker's style. He may be insane, but he's not stupid, and surrounds himself with as many goons as he can. I'm convinced--it's the Joker. 'Even though there's hardly enough evidence for *you* to swallow.'

Shut up shut up shut up. Who *else* would want to kill her?

'Some random mook--'

That knew *exactly* where Andrea was?

'It could just be a--'

Coincidence? Do you realize you're contradicting yourself?

'Okay, fine. Think it's the Joker, but it could be someone you never knew.'

I don't have time for "someone I've never knew".

AndreaBeaumont

07-09-2001, 07:29 PM

..In the closet...
5:40 p.m.

I sit in a closet tied down to a chair. I'm exhausted and my head begins to droop. I keep myself occupied by listening to the sounds of voices going on outside. I suddenly hear footsteps drawing close to the door of the walkin closet. The handle turns and I wince against the brightness of the light. Then suddenly the door closes and whoever it is, is in the closet with me. Suddenly I sense someone right in front of me...I can feel their hot breath . I lash out with my foot and whoever it is jumps back out of the way. Suddenly manic laughter fills the closet space. I wince..and prepare for the worst.

Bud 'n Lou

07-10-2001, 10:59 PM

Harley and I strut down the chilly side walk. The car is parked just down the street.

"What's the plan?" she asks.

I stop.

"We just get in, take care of them, and get out."

"But what if they're not home?"

"They're home! I just talked to them."

"But you said they were goin' to dinner. Maybe they left already."

Her logic is irritating me, but she's right. I say nothing, and continue to the corner where there's a pay phone.

I shut myself in the booth, leaving Harley standing outside, cupping her hands to the fogging glass and peering in. I thumb through the yellow pages for the Suttons' telephone number. I find it and dial.

"Hello. Sutton residence. Who may I say is calling?" a female voice deadpans.

It's not Mrs. Sutton. Must be another maid.

"Hi," I say, not bothering to mask my voice this time. "Is Mr. Sutton in?"

"No, he hasn't gotten home yet. Who's calling?"

"Is *Mrs.* Sutton in?"

"Who's calling?" The voice is becoming irritated.

"This is Mrs. Peterson of the Historical Restoration Society," I improvise. "I was just wondering if I could speak to Mr. or Mrs. Sutton. I'd like to ask if they're interested in making a donation. Is Mrs. Sutton in?"

"Just a moment, please. I'll go get her."

I hear her set down the telephone and pad away to fetch her employer, and I hang up.

"Let's go," I tell Harley, as I slide the door open and walk out.

"They're home?"

"Mrs. Sutton is. Mr. Sutton's on his way," I inform her. "We're going to wait for Mr. Sutton to arrive, and then make our move."

Harley and I find their home, and wait in front.

It's very cold, but I keep a poker face. Harley, on the other hand, is hugging herself and shivering.

"What time is it?" I ask her.

"I dunno," she says between clenched teeth.

I sigh. "With all that jewelry you've got on, there must be a watch on you somewhere."

She rolls up the sleeves of her mink, and finds one. "It's a little after 6:30."

I look back at the street to see a black limosine pull up.

A man steps out. "Thanks Ralph," he says to the driver.

"No problem, Mr. Sutton"

I perk up.

Harley and I perch ourselves on opposite sides of the staircase as Mr. Sutton walks up them, and we trade glances and mischievous smiles.

We follow him inside, and into the elevator.

There is silence as we ascend upward.

"Hi," I say, smiling.

"Hi," Harley mimics my actions on the other side of him.

"Good evening," he replies, not making eye contact with either of us.

The doors open, and he steps off.

We trail behind him slowly.

He stops in front of one of the doors and unlocks it with a key.

We quicken our pace.

He opens the door.

Before he can announce himself, we pounce.

Harley expertly renders him unconscious and lays him down on the white carpet floor silently.

We sneak into the living room. Nearly everything here is white.

The unsuspecting maid approaches from the hall on the left, and Harley is immediately on her.

I leave Harley to do her thing, and creep down the hall the maid came in from.

I come to an intricately carved door. The master bedroom.

I decide to have a little fun and kick it in, rather than do more sneaking around.

*BOOM!*

The door sails open, sending small splinters into the room.

A woman sitting at a dressing table starts violently.

Mrs. Sutton.

"LYDIA! MILES!" She shouts.

I walk across the room and backhand her.

She falls off her seat and cowers on the floor.

She is about my height and weight. Not surprising, since most of her clothes fit me.

She's dressed in red silk and her obviously unnatural white-blonde hair has been meticulously styled.

I narrow my eyes at her and grin.

This is going to be entertaining.

SilverKnight

07-11-2001, 04:09 AM

June 17th, 6:30pm

'You're panicking. You're not thinking straight. If you attempt to stop moving for more than five seconds to tear someone or something apart, *maybe* you'd see that I'm right.'

I don't have *time* for that, I've already explained--

'You idiot, no you *haven't*. You're not explaining--you're making excuses. Running around the city--'

Looking for clues--

'--looking for goons to beat the snot out of--'

I am *not*--

'--is *not* going to help her, you know. You're only wasting your time. Now if you were to start working through the problem with your brains and *not* your fists, perhaps you could save her in enough time to keep her alive.'

Yeah, what do *you* know?

'Alot more than *you* do, apparently. Look at the path of destruction you've created in less than fifteen minutes. Would you do this *normally*?'

No, but--

'And have you learned anything more than you did *before* you started this rampage across the city?'

No, but--

'But what? But this is *different*? Maybe it *is*, but you can't treat it that way, because if you do, then you're going to get someone killed. And *then* where would you be--'

Shut up! I see something. I whip out my binoculars, and see two well dressed--if not scantily clothed--women walking down the street. Ivy. Beside her is a blonde that seems oddly familiar. Wait. I recognize that impish grin anywhere--Harley. They closely follow a man in a suit inside. They're up to no good, and Harley leads to--

'The Joker. But--'

Don't you "but" me.

'No, that's not--'

This is the most solid lead I've got--

'No, I meant--'

--and I'm *going* to follow it!

'I *agree* with you, you moron! What I was *trying* to say was what are they doing in that building?'

Who knows, and who cares. Harley leads to the Joker, and *he's* the one I'm concerned about finding. About fifteen minutes after the two of them walk into the building, they pace out, grins on their faces. My stomach turns to think what they did, but I push it out of my mind. I have to find the Joker. I watch them from afar, stalking across the rooftops as they near their car.

Harley turns, about to open the door and I make my move. I dive off the edge, landing on the roof of the car in a crouch, facing her. My eyes are narrowed, and my lips are curled in a snarl. "Where's Joker?" I speak in an animalistic growl.

She jumps back, her eyes wide. I'm about to jump off the roof when I feel something stab my shoulder. I grimace in pain. Damn, I forgot about Ivy. I wheel around, at the same time, looking at the protruding object in my shoulder. An arrow. I clench my jaw as I rip the metallic thing out of my flesh, ignoring the sudden throbbing. She glares, loading another arrow in her crossbow. Positioning my feet, I backflip off the roof just as the arrow passes through where I previously was. From my peripheral vision, I see Harley duck her head down as the arrow misses her by scant centimeters.

Probably not the smartest move I've made, but I again go for Harley, whom has now recovered from the shock of seeing me, and is in a quasi-defensive stance. "Where's the Joker?" I repeat, my patience wearing thin. A slight click behind me let's me know she's fired another arrow. I grab Harley, pulling her out of the projectile's way. It spears into the cement wall directly where both our heads were.

The smaller woman wrenches away from my grasp, giving me a right cross directly to the chin. I back off slightly from the blow, and into a rabbit punch. I wince, dropping to one knee. As they both near, I dive off to the side, rolling on the slush-covered ground into defensive position. "Red, he wants to hurt Mistah J!" Harley squeals in that god-awful accent of hers, and prepares to charge again.

"Harley, wait!" Ivy demands.

What? "What?" Both I and Harley say at the same time. This is not what I was expecting. "Waddaya mean, Red?" Harley squeaks, her brows furrowed.

"Go back to the car, Harley," she orders.

I attempt to hide my utter surprise. I was expecting a fight...and Ivy's cooperating?

"But *Red*--"

"Now," she commands, her voice icy. With a pouty look upon her tanned face, Harley does as her friend tells her to, and gets into the dark car. Ivy looks at me, and takes a step forward, effectively blocking Harley a view of me and her. "You want to know where that psychopathic clown is?" I merely nod. "Check Mr. and Mrs. Miles Sutton's house just outside of Gotham." She turns on her heel, sauntering away. "That's if he's still there at all."

I pull out my jumpline, preparing to fire. Ivy stops in mid step. "Oh and one more thing--" She wheels around, firing an arrow, which grazes my cowl and plants itself into the wall directly next to my right ear.

She smirks. "Easy on the car."

--OOC: Sorry, bud if that sucked. :) Well, let's get ready to RUUUUUUUMMBBBBLLLLLE! >ahem< :D--

Tim Drake

07-14-2001, 07:23 AM

Robin-
June 17th 7pm
Batcave

The cave is unusually dark. The lighting in the room nears pitch black. I sit in front of the batcomputer with my face in my hands. An awful silence fills the room which disturbs my ears in the same way my eyes are confused by the total darkness. Everything is in......

Shadows. Seem as if they're unavoidably in my life. However, I do depend on them. There hasn't been a time when a shadow hasn't given me the advantage in a battle. And yet I tire of living in shadows.

Especially living in Bruce's, Batman's shadow. I'm an adult a person worthy in his own right.

"Ah, who am I kidding?" I ask the darkness. I'm still just a kid. Had the opportunity to save the world all by myself, and now somebody's dead. Someone is dead because I couldn't move fast enough.

I want to blame Bruce and I want to blame myself. I didn't save him, I know that. But Batman, Bruce is stifiling me. Yeah he's trained me but he hasn't let me operate on my own. I've become to be dependent upon Batman. I feel, I know if Bruce trusted me more and allowed me to individually handle situations that I would have been ready for Freeze. And no one would be dead.

Dead. The idea of a dead man wants to bring tears to my eyes, but I never knew the man so no crying results. Though I must admit it would probably make me feel better right now. I NEED to stop relying on Batman. I don't understand why he has problems letting go of me. I'm not his son, I am his ward.

Honestly most of the time I feel I'm just a business partner. I remember my parents. I know they loved me. But Batman simply understood me. He understood the pain of losing parents and took me in out of pity.

But he never loved me. Not once has Bruce admitted to loving or caring about me. I don't understand why he wants to keep me around. Maybe because he needs someone to control........

I need to leave, leave Gotham entirely. As long as I live in Batman's shadow I'll never be my own person. And I'll risk more mistakes and more death. But where would I go? What would I do?

I bang my head on the computer keyboard in frustration. I wish someone were here to talk to. Alfred, Bruce, anyone.

So instead Mr. Boy Wonder, you're sitting in the Batcave not accomplishing anything. Right now I feel as if my life's falling apart.....

He's dead. There's a dead man buried in rubble. I killed a man no matter how inadvertant it was. I'm a killer, a murderer I deserve no sympathy.

Visions of the dead man float into my brain. Right now nothing sounds more inviting than crying and sadness in the Batcave.I lose control and begin weeping over the computer console.

"Hey," trying to force a smile to myself, "At least things can't get any worse."