Aboard the Watchtower

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[Takes place right after this]


Two figures materialize aboard the transport pads. One of them's already unconscious as the medical team on standby approaches; the other's kneeling at his friend's side; a katana covered in a dark brown, almost bloodlike substance slipping from his grasp as they solidify.

"M'kay... I'm good... take care of him..." he mumbles to the staff - right before he finally passes out.

Still in orbit:

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Hal Jordan watches Alan Scott return to Earth, but Hal ponders what has been said.

The next person on his list is Batman. But before he can get to him... Dinah deserves to know what just happened here. She had to be expecting it, but she still should know.

Keying his ring to transmit directly to Dinah's comlink, he speaks. "Green Lantern to Black Canary."

The Moon: Outside the Watchtower

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* Marvel lands on the powdery surface of the moon. The blue and white globe of the Earth sets an amazing sight in the sky amid the brilliant stars. He takes a moment of pause to take it in. Its wonder never gets old for him.

Turning away from the view he walks to one of the airlocks and depresses the panel that notifies control of his desire to enter.*

It's Now 4am and Things Have Gotten Weird

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First, Frank Gorshin as the Riddler and sound effects, now this.


Well, to be fair, "first," was the part where on the way to the grocery store to resupply Clan Arrow, Tara somehow managed to pick up a cute Green Lantern without knowing it. Here, she was ready to write off the evening with the nice guy visiting down as a nice walk with no future. The good news is that unless there are some sort of internal superhero politics she's unaware of, having him visit the Brownstone probably won't be a big deal.

And now for the bad news. Travis attempt to dispel the bug zapper he used on the goons doesn't seem to be working. Tara notices the tension as the store clerks and the scattered shoppers applaud. She runs over to Travis - assuming that's his real name. "I don't think we're done yet." he says. "And we need to get away from the civilians. You good to travel, get some fresh air?"

"Sure, Lantern." She replies. There's a slightly amused accent to her voice.

That's when the bug-zapper had grown eyes and spindly legs. And a voice. "Daddy?" it questions the Lantern.

Travis groans, moving over to Tara. "Oh Mxyzptlk." he mutters like a swear word.

"What?" she replies, notching another arrow.

At the home of Roxy Ballantine

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Knock, knock.

Bruce rocks back and forth, heel to toe, on his Italian leather shoes and shuffles the gift basket from one arm to the other and back again. Doo bee doo.

Confrontation:

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Hal knows that the next person on his list won't want to talk to him. He probably won't believe or even care about what Hal tells him. But he deserves to know the full story.

He turns himself invisible, rocketing to Gotham City. He phases through solid rock, leaving no trace to his passage.

And he appears on the stairs that go from the cave to the manor.

"Batman. I need to talk to you."

Bad News Penguins

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"How much did she get?"

The phone blared with lies and reassurances. Penguin rubbed his temples, sighing. He really didn't enjoy having to take exceptional means to secure his little feifdom in Gotham. But, well, there was no other choice. Mother and Father shrank from doing what was nessicary to preserve the Cobblepot name.

The real scion of the family would not. "Yes, Warden. Tonight. I know its suspicious, Warden, that is the idea." A pause. "KWWAAAAKWAAA! JUST PLAY YOUR PART, LITTLE MAN!" Another pause.

"Yes. Its allright. Just a throat condition, kwaa, no, a lozange basket will not be nessicary, kweh. Good evening."

Penguin hung up, looking at his hands. "Out, damned spot, indeed. Kwaa, Kevin Carmichael...or however you pronounce it...will be dead tomorrow." Penguin smiled, a little. "There is a benefit in all actions, no matter how henius, however. In this case-the exposure of my enemies. My organization has needed, kwaa, a culling for some time."

Gotham skyline

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* Amid the murky clouds of the Gotham night sky the legendary Bat Signal can be seen.

Atop the GPD HQ roof, next to the Bat Signal waits the Captain of Thunder of and Lightning. *

One more to go:

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Surprised that he left the Batcave without so much as a bruised jaw, Hal heads to the last person on his short list of people to talk to. He's heard that Diana and J'onn have been asking questions; he might as well take it directly to one of them. Gotham is relatively close to DC; a short time later, and he's landing in front of the Themyscerian embassy, knocking politely.

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Sand arrived at the Aerie around twilight. Carter hadn't answered the team communique regarding the upcoming meeting, and that was more than enough for Sand to be a little concerened about his friend and the distance he's been keeping. Hopefully a face to face would allow some light to be shed. Besides, whatever Alan and Marvel wanted to talk about was serious enough that they wanted EVERYONE present.

Not wanting to drop in COMPLETELY unannounced, he knocked.

Metropolis to Chicago.

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The darkness is just breaking in Metropolis and I have to say that unlike the Bat, I find that surprise comes when the predators and sickos of the night are settling in. I have a few minutes before I have to show up for my flight out of town. Lucky for me I’m already at the airport.

So this is now where everything ends and I go back to my hole in the wall back at Arkham. I’ll pick up this last guy and go back. I still haven’t had time to find out where Psycho Pirate is but if I try and go after him next then they’ll think I’m stalling. A part of all of them thinks I’m using this as an excuse to stay loose.

So as I enter the men’s room, I place a wet floor sign at the front so no one will come in. While coming around the corner I place on that crimson cowl and everything seems to change. Work is all that matters. And there’s my rat taking a leak at one of the urinals. Jimmy Canetelli.

Late 30’s and a bit overweight more then likely 20 to 22 pounds to be exact. His hair is thinning though he still combs it back. He tries to seem like a big shot dressing in outfits that scream nightclub though not business. He has a sixteen year old girlfriend that he has hooked on smack and that’s the one reason she hangs around him. There are three things that I can’t stand. I couldn’t even how I used to be. Drug dealers, wife beaters, and child molesters.

Coming up silently behind him, I know that intimidation doesn’t work in broad daylight. Actions do. The fact someone beat the living hell out of you says something to them. And as I palm the back of Jimmy’s head and ram his skull into the tile in front of him. He slips and falls into the urinal and yells. One kick to the side of his face shuts him up fast as his jaw comes unhinged from where it belongs. As my gloved hands grab at his shirt and skin to lift him up, he does the work for me to get up due to the pain of stretched skin.

“You know who I am?”
“Y-y-you’re the Red Hood. Look I ain’t in your turf. I mean I heard you have push in parts of Metropolis but I’m sorry there Mr. Hood.”
“You’re going to tell me what I want to know Jimmy.”
“And if I don’t then what? We’re in broad daylight.”
“Jimmy. You don’t tell me what I want to know then in day or night I’ll make your life really unsettling.”

Okay so maybe I do use intimidation to a point. I blame the Bat for that. Learned it from him. Though not like he has it trademarked. But the point is when I smelled a strong tangy ammonia like scent I knew it wasn’t coming from the urinals. He was telling the truth. Good for him. A quick one two jab at his solar plexus and he was down.

Last thing I had was to send an email to Oracle so she had the basic info needed so they weren’t thinking I’d try and give them the slip. It was fairly simple.

-Going to Chicago from Metropolis. Second to last package will be picked up and brought back with me. The last is invoice P.P. and will leave for one of your contractors to pick up.

RH-

Now to brush up who’s in Chicago that might have some useful bites for me and who might just be a huge headache.

Somewhere in Gotham:

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Scarecrow takes out the comm he's been given to reach Deathstroke with. He uses it -- 9 more uses before it must be replaced -- and reaches Calculator.

"Get me Wilson, if you would be so kind, Calculator," Scarecrow tells him.

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Travis just shakes his head a little as the 5th dimensional imp outsmarts himself without much help from the heroes. Meanwhile, Tara anyway has a great view from high above the city, and the bug zapper has gone away.

"Well, looks like that's dealt with. Want to try finishing the shopping trip? Or are we going to have one of those uncomfortable heroes-on-first-meeting things? Or, of course, there's always gratuitous super hero battles, but I wouldn't recommend it at the moment."

*the Clocktower, Bludhaven*

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The scene in the Clocktower is oddly domestic. All the dishes have been washed, the counters cleaned ... the kitchen hasn't been this tidy since shortly after moving in. Gypsy wanders back and forth, sniffing at the interesting new scents left behind by the household cleaners, sneezing occasionally. Barbara Gordon Grayson, now very pregnant, still manages to avoid rolling over the small cat as she moves back and forth in the kitchen. If she were still bipedal, an observer might say she was pacing.

The doorbell rings, and a check of the nearest monitor reveals that the visitor is Selina Kyle. "Wonder what she wants?" she asks Gypsy. The cat looks up at her, then begins washing a paw. "What, no advance warning? Or are you just too busy thinking about how she'll spoil you." Gypsy begins working on her other paw, her teeth tugging at her claws. "Okay, enough speculation." She buzzes Selina into the residence.