JLA Watchtower (Archive)

Cameron is sweating profusely.

NO, he's not about to crack or dreading his predicament.
It's just that the room he was in was FREAKING HOT!

Blackgate knew how to hold him, that was for sure.

Taking a sip of the far-too-warm water, he sat in just gym shorts and a tank top as he eyed the big vents as they pumped sauna-hot air into the room. He wondered what kind of heating units they were employing to keep up with his powers. Must be hell on their utility bill.

He thought about seeing how far he could push the system before he or it failed, but then thought better of it. All that would do is demonstrate his upper limits, and even if he did crash the system he wasn't well-positioned to escape.

Patience then. He was a professional.

"Hey!" he shouted, bored and punchy.

"Can I get some ice water in here? Snow-cone maybe?"

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Shrapnel had been confined to an enclosed and cramped metallic room. If he used his exploding powers in there it would be pretty damn pointless. Plus there was no chair, and that just sucked.

"How 'bout a fucking chair you pricks!? Just because I'm made of metal doesn't mean I don't like to sit down. At least get a tv or something. You guys get Skinemax in here!?"

Edited Date: 2011-07-12 10:30 pm (UTC)

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"You know unless you start telling me something relevant to what you were doing in the East End and who you're working for you're not getting shit. I'm not giving you ammunition 'Frosty' or getting my men anywhere near you 'Junkyard'".

Maggie sat down rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

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"Hey! It's GCPD Barbie!" Cam retorts gamely from his sweaty environs.

"What's shakin meter maid? How's the pay been?"

Baiting cops. It passes the time.

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"Icicle, what's she wearing? I'm getting bored in here, I need to visualize something." Apparently Shrapnel was thinking along the same lines.

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Soon, a shadow stands beside the exhausted officer.

"Captain Sawyer."

The bat-cowled figured nods once, in greeting.

"Mind if I have a few words with Mahkent?"

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"Real estate agent brown in polyester." Mahkent replies to Shrapnel.

"Not really flattering, but what are you gonna do in jail?
I've seen uglier screws though, but that was a K-9 unit."

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Off to the side, half concealed in shadow, Robin silently accompanies the Dark Knight.

Edited Date: 2011-07-13 06:04 pm (UTC)

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Maggie wasn't Gordon. She didn't exactly like the idea of giving a vigilante like Batman carte-blanche to act as he would, but she did respect both the man and his intentions. Still, it'd be nice if the GCPD could catch criminals like this themselves.

"Batman." She said by way of greeting. She turned to where the cells were. "Normally I'd say something about procedure, but frankly I'm not in the mood. With Sorrow's massacre of the Blackgate staff and the losses we took during Blackfire's 'crusade', over half the people here are cops from other cities. Cops that don't get how things work here."

She sighs as she turns back to Batman and sighs, weariness evident on her face. "Go ahead."

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"Ugh, gee thanks for the image. You could've at least fibbed a little." Shrapnel muttered, only half-serious.

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"What can I say?" Icicle responds in mock angst.
"I'm a truth speaker."

"Hey Mags!" he shouts.
"A little make up wouldn't hurt you know?
Maybe layoff the doughnuts now and then?"

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He exchanges a nod with Robin, and opens the door to Icicle's holding cell, stepping inside. If the heat bothers him in the layers of armor he's wearing, he gives no indication as his gaze fixes on the criminal.

"Hello, Cameron."

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He'll admit it. Some part of him was holding out that it would be one of the other Bat-Themed types that would be the one to give him the third degree.

That was his kind of luck though. Freaking Batman.
Damnit, damnit, damnit.

"I'd start making noises about wanting a lawyer, but I'm guessing you don't care, am I right?"

I'm gonna loose teeth. I just know it.

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Robin keeps silent, following Batman's lead.

Mahkent doesn't know it, but he's got the wide spectrum lenses on his mask going, recording any and all fluctuations in ambient radiation around Icicle as the Dark Knight grills him. Tim has a theory about emotional states and how they might influence the crook's 'background noise'.

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The question is seemingly ignored, as Batman folds his arms across his chest and just looks at Mahkent for a full minute, before continuing.

"I want everything you can give me about this new operation in Gotham. My patience is limited."

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"Hey, talk to the freaking Scarecrow. It was his gig. We were just there to try and muscle some quick cash from a bunch of drug dealers. Would gone fine until you psycho-teen-sidekick started blowing shit up."

He inclines his head in Robin's direction.

"Isn't it past your bedtime pipsqueak?"

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No reply. Tim just watches, focusing on the subtle physical twitches as he records.

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"In due time. The Scarecrow is a problem I'm used to - what I don't like, and what we don't usually see in Gotham - are crime tourists. Who brought you here, Mahkent?"

Batman's moved closer, looming over the criminal a little more as he continues.

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Gritting his teeth.
"Family history." he replies in a clipped tone.

"Dad use to duke it out with the old Green Lantern in Gotham. Thought I'd see if I could do better."

The room is hot, so sweat is normal.

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"I've heard your Dad wasn't a great liar, either."

Batman leans in, physically imposing - but still making no overt threat of physical force.

"You consider yourself better than most criminals, don't you? A principled man who believes in the old adage of honor amongst thieves. Naturally, according to those principles, you don't want to betray a confidence that your comrades have placed in you."

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"I'm big on professionalism," he retorts.
"and default penalty I'm looking at is steep."

Maybe that was too much info right there, but maybe he'd keep his molars too.

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"Naturally."

Batman straightens, pulling back from Cameron a little.

"Principles are useful. I could probably put you in traction for a year, and throughout the entire beating, you'd cling to those principles and not say a word. That said.."

Here, he pauses.

"It's easy to break a principled man if you know how."

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That sense of the bottom falling out? Yeah that's his stomach.

No way was he going to try to match the Bat with threats. Talk about asking for hurt. He had enough enemies as it was.

This is what I get for going mercenary in Gotham. I'm such an idiot. They'd better make good on the incentives for the ass-whipping I'm looking at.

"Maybe, but I'm also a guy between a rock and a hard place too. At least my mind won't be turned into oatmeal. Better traction than lobotomy. Silver lining, right?"

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"Not exactly. This matter is my highest priority right now. Meaning, I am pursuing this with the same effort I would usually direct towards the Joker. I am going to keep pushing until I find someone willing to give me information - it doesn't have to be someone directly involved, either. Even some names and dates from a known associate would be helpful."

He lowers his chin, fixing his gaze on Icicle's eyes.

"How's Artemis doing?"

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