[identity profile] gotham-gargoyle.livejournal.com
After picking up one of the stashed motorcycles he'd hidden around the city, the Batman has made his way back home - through the cave entrance, of course. With any luck, he's preceded Dick by more than a minute. One of the downsides of the Batmobile is its comparative lack of maneuverability.

The security system recognizes his access codes, and he pulls onto the elevated parking bay, setting the cycle's kickstand and sliding off.

"Computer. Display recent casefile summaries."

Yes, he was here to see Alfred and Tim, but a quick peek at recent events would only take a few seconds.
[identity profile] aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Three shots score the Batman's cape as he twists agilely out of the way of the trio of armor-piercing rounds. The downside of avoiding those rounds is that his dive carries him over the side of the Wayne Memorial Birdge, with some choppy, cold, and unpleasant water a few hundred feet below.

He truly, truly does not want to experience that drop and the bay waters below; his need to prove his toughness simply does not extend that far. A hand raises, a grappling hook rockets upward, and a moment later the fall is halted halfway into his plummet. He let's out a grunt before starting the powered ascent. Above him, the three Falcone thugs trying to kill him a moment earlier open fire once again, and he has to swing under the bridge proper to avoid getting hit. A splash below marks the loss of the grappling gun, but better it than him His arms wrap around a steel girder, eyes closing wearily as he thinks over his next move; above him, the thugs argue about what hit the water and where the Bat went.

The rest period lasts for slightly less than five seconds before Batman crawls over the beam and up the side opposite of the one from which he fell a moment earlier. All three thugs are bent forward, looking at the water and trying to peer under the bridge, making a trio of easy targets. Within a minute of his dive off the side of the bridge, the Falcone heavies are unconscious on the pavement, tied by taser-powered bolas.

Batman calls the GCPD before disappearing into the night once more. Three baddies down, about a zillion left to go.

His job sucks.
[identity profile] tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com
Not many would describe the Batcave as being 'homey', 'cozy' or any other adjective that denoted 'warm and welcoming'. Tim wasn't just anyone however.

There were few sights in this world that said 'home' like the under-lit gloom of the cave under Wayne Manor.


Habit, hard won and indelible to his nature now, had him logging in a report to the Bat Computer as soon as he arrived. Ten minutes into the report, Tim laughed at himself wearily.

"Dear Bat-diary. Life in Hell sucks. So glad Lady Shiva and Richar dDragon makes house calls to The Pit..."

Removing the mask, Tim rubbed his bloodshot eyes.

"Careful Drake. Talking to yourself might get you a trip to Arkham.."
[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
Beetle sets the Bug down on a hill - the lights of Gotham would be visible from here, if not for Grodd's actions at the power plant. Still, there's a few disturbingly orange glows reflecting off the clouds overhead - the first signs of Darkseid claiming the city for his own.

The unaffected population of Gotham has been, for the most part, evacuated thanks to the quick thinking of Dr. Fate - Bludhaven emergency responders are already tending to the injured nearby.

So now, the heroes - and possibly some of the villains - have breathing room to actually come up with a plan.
[identity profile] give-me-an-amen.livejournal.com
"People of Gotham, I salute you!" It has been a long time coming, but the Deacon Joseph Blackfire is once again on a podium in Gotham square, masses around him, and being played to televisions and radios across the city. All have heard of how the holy man has cleaned up the streets in a violent yet effective pogrom of the colourful psychopaths that make up the city's rogues gallery. All have heard how Blackfire intends to make Gotham a glowing example of how a city should be in these modern times. All seem to have forgotten the man named Blackfire from a decade ago, who tried something very similar, and was supposedly killed by his own cult...

"That is right, people of Gotham. I salute each and every one of you for having to put up with characters such as the Joker, the Scarecrow, the Riddler and the Catwoman. The Batman. Oh, hoo hooo. The Bat Man. Your saviour from all of these freaks and malcontents." Blackfire chuckles as the crowd grows hushed. To many, Batman is a rumour and myth, but one that brings hope in the darkness. "You have trusted your fate to a man in a bat costume!! I salute you people for your desperate need to cling onto anything that can bring you light, but surely, Gotham has gone too far when it needs a being like that for protection!"

Blackfire waits for absolute silence before continuing. "I am no politician. I am not running for some kind of office or official position. I am an old, very old man, and I have seen the world and all its faces. All of its evil. I can tell you that there is no evil more raw and corrupt than in this city. It breaks my heart to tell you that you have all gone far too far, but it is not too late. I have performed wonders over these months, and I will show them to you."

On the large television screens erected in Gotham Square appear images of burned out houses and factories. "These are places purified by my righteous anger, Gotham City. I am no pyromaniac, do not misunderstand me. But safehouses for criminals? Brothels? Drug dens? They must all be removed like rotten flesh from around a wound." A number of men and women accompany Blackfire on the stage at this moment. "These are my brothers in arms. You may recognise some as some of the most terrifying monsters in Gotham, but through me they have found the true meaning of existence. They have no need for individuality when they work for Gotham. Gotham the being, Gotham the state of mind. You can work for Gotham too, if you do but listen to me."

Something is going on. Perhaps it's something in Blackfire's voice. More likely it's the subliminal message being played through the huge screens. The crowd begin to chant the Deacon's name. "Ha, haha. No no, I am not your leader. I am merely his disciple." He quietens the crowd down, but the television crews picked up the wave of support for Blackfire, and it's infectious.

"Do you feel... loneliness, Gotham? Alienation, perhaps? No doubt due to the state of your city, you sometimes feel fear and despair. Why, when you could live in a jewel like Metropolis, where is your sense of self-worth? They mock you, you know. The other people in America. They condemn you for your following of false idols. They misunderstand that it's all you know. But perhaps you should feel guilt, and shame. Even failure! Do not worry though, Gotham. You do not need to feel these things alone. Feel them together, and come before me. Feel them together, and be as one. Hate all others. Your hate is justified. Where were the rest of your countrymen every time your lives came under threat? Hate them! Anti-life justifies your hate!!!"

And Gotham explodes...
[identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
Catwoman pulls the motorcycle into the Cave and sits there in silence, long after the rumble of the engine has ceased. Silence holds for a few minutes before the observant will be able to hear a soft sound come from the woman. Luckily, there is no one else here, yet, and she's unconcerned about the cameras or the bats. She takes her time, allowing herself what she's been fending off and unwilling to allow. Allowing seems like acceptance and she still doesn't want to accept it.

After pulling herself back together and making herself mostly presentable, she slides off of the motorcycle and slides her goggles off of her head. The goggles she leaves hanging from the handles, to give any junior detectives who might wander by a clue, and starts her way up the stairs. She needs a shower and maybe some tea before she makes her next decision.

The only thing that is certain, is she's not going to be able to sleep in that bed alone. Showering and getting changed will be hard enough but she's never been one to let difficulty stop her.
[identity profile] masks-we-wear.livejournal.com
Johnny Sorrow stood just outside the gates of Blackgate Penitentiary, waiting for the appointed hour to begin the first stage of his plan.   He pulled out an antique pocket-watch from his pant pocket and checked the time. 11:58 p.m.

"Two minutes to showtime," Sorrow said to himself with a light chuckle.

It was ironic that it would begin in this city, the same city in which he attempted to acquire the "Le Fin Absolue du Monde".   Which he would have, if not for certain thief with an unhealthy fascination with cats. Sorrow pushed away his annoyance.  That would be settled later.

Sorrow took a final glance at his watch. "Here we go."

Sorrow then walked directly into the searchlight of one of the guard towers.  He ignored the surprised exclamations of the security guards as he phased through the security gates and into the courtyard.

"Freeze freak-show!" Yelled a security guard pointing gun at him. "We've got you surrounded! Put yours hands on your head,now! Don't make us kill you!"

Sorrow looked around and noticed that he was indeed surrounded.  He would have smiled if he had lips.

"Impressive response time, gentlemen." Johnny Sorrow said as he applauded the confused guardsmen. "However I'm on a schedule and would rather not be delayed. You need to ask yourselves if the rabble within those walls are worth your lives."

Sorrow took another step.

"I'm warning you!" The guard shouted. "Put your hands on your head or we will fire!"

Johnny merely beckoned one hand towards himself. "Be my guest."

"Put him down!"

Johnny Sorrow just chuckled as he willed his body to become intangible as the bullets went through him, and into the guards.

"What the hell! Cease fi.." The guard began to say before a bullet went through his chest.

Sorrow could only chuckle as he walked past the corpses. "Now that was downright comical."

He phased through the front door of the penitentiary, where more alert guards waited.   Sorrow phased before the first shot was fired as a squad of security guards fired upon him.   He could hear their cries of frustration over the gunfire.

"It's no use, they're going right through him!"

"What the hell do you expect me to do!?"

Sorrow was now directly in front of the petrified guards, who now realized their guns were useless.

"The answer is simple, die. "Sorrow stated as he removed his mask.   He didn't bother to stay and watch, but he could hear the screams as he continued his trek through the prison.  One after another guards came at him, and died.  The power of his accursed face could kill nearly any living being with just a glance.   Needless to say, the corridors were littered with bodies.  All with blood coming from their eyes as some guards were still in the process of trying to claw them out.

He had only been paying partial attention as he entered the Prison Wing.  Various prisoners hooted and cheered, obviously expecting a prison break.

"Stop! Stop immediately!" Came a imperious voice, a older man in a suit. He in turn was was accompanied by by several more guards.

"Ah, you must be the warden of this fine institution." Johnny Sorrow said with a small bow.  "I have but one favor to ask and we can end this nasty business.  I would like the security codes to release these fine gentlemen no doubt unjustly imprisoned by the legal system."

"Yeah, give him the codes old man!" Cried a particularly exuberant prisoner.

"And why on God's green earth would I do that?" The warden asked indignantly.

Sorrow just laughed and looked at the first row of prisoners. "This is why..." With that Sorrow pulled off his mask and the prisoners cried in absolute horror.

"Sweet, merciful Christ!"

"Shoot him, shoot him dammit!"

Before the guards could follow the warden's orders, Sorrow turned his face on them.   The Warden had ducked to the floor in panic, but the guards were not so fortunate.   Sorrow calmly stepped over the bodies of the guardsmen with his mask back in place.  He looked down at the warden who he beckoned to stand up.

"Please, for God's sake, please don't kill me," the man pleaded, sobbing.

"The codes if you will," Sorrow said no longer in the mood for stalling.   The warden reluctantly handed Sorrow a key-card, which he promptly put through the main lock.   As cell doors opened, frightened prisoners looked at the bodies of their dead fellows.   Sorrow then spoke to them in a cold voice. "Leave this place. If you don't, I'll kill you.  If you allow the police to bring you back, I will Kill you.   If you allow any so called superhero to bring you back, I will kill you.  Now, run."

They ran as if the devil himself was chasing after them.   Sorrow chuckled to himself as he checked his watch. "Right on time.   My associates should be carrying out their own errand right now.   Sorry Warden, but it's your turn."

"No please, I helped you.  Please, I have a wife and children. I beg you!"

The words caused involuntary memories to go through Johnny's head.  Memories of a beautiful woman who had accepted his proposal of marriage.  A woman who stuck by him as his career was destroyed. A woman he became a criminal in order to provide for.  Things were hard, but he was happy. Until a boy playing at being a hero caused his body to be torn apart transporting him to a realm of Lovecraftian horror.   He made a bargain with a powerful entity so that he could return home, to her.   As he entered the house to hold her in his arms again, she saw his new face.  That image of horror was burnt into what passed for his mind now.

He looked at the warden, a snarl passing nonexistent lips.   He made his body intangible and stuck his arm through the man's chest.

"Everyone loses something." Then Sorrow solidified his body.  Sorrow ignored the screams as death no longer had any effect on him psychologically. Now he would wait.  His men would need time to steal the "package" he requested.  This would be a suitable distraction.  He knew the masked community could not ignore what was happening.  He'd be waiting for them.
[identity profile] zauriel1971.livejournal.com
Not many know that Batman - Bruce Wayne - is presumed dead by his close "family" and friends. The general populace sees Batman still in the news. Little do the general public know that it is Dick Grayson under that cowl now. After Batman's apparent death, Blue Beetle sought Roy out to offer him a chance to fill in for Nightwing in Bludhaven, as Nightwing himself fills Batman's shoes.

Roy too is unaware of Batman's identity or that Bruce is presumed dead, he still believes the same man is under the cowl that has always been - he just knows Nightwing has been missing in Bludhaven as of late and there is a need for a presence like his in that city. He accepts Blue Beetle's offer and becomes Owlman, with equipment left for that purpose by Batman - just one of many "contingency" plans he had should something happen to him. As Owlman, Raymond replaces Batman’s deductive ability and intelligence in the Batman "family" group and has quite a hard, cold, exterior towards his teammates. He will have to get to know them, for the moment he only knows their hero names and that somehow they're connected to Batman - the in's and out's he is unaware of though at this point - making him the "rookie" in the "family."

He moves to Bludhaven and sets up his show "Manstalker" there at the local TV station and even as Roy starts to change the appearance of the show to be more serious, even delcaring on the show to redeem the name of his grandfather. To be more serious.

At night he heads to the haunts that Nightwing would usually visit to see what is happening as Owlman. The first stop on the list is the docks. It has been a while since Nightwing has been around Bludhaven, now this NEW dark avenger, Owlman, is determined to fill the void and continue Nightwing's quest for justice – albeit with a dark edge to him similar Batman.

Owlman looks out over Bludhaven and the wind whips his cape behind him. He gets a sudden signal from his communicator on the police frequency and how they’ve encountered a serious problem at the docks. He was on his there anyway, and so swinging from building to building, leaping, gliding, and more until he arrives at his destination. He stays in the shadows and looks in on the situation. Hostages. Dozens. He knows this will take stealth and he goes in quietly and one by one takes out the men holding the people hostage. Finally in the room where they are, he throws out a couple of smoke pellets and the room fills. The men yell out and start aiming their guns. Sounds of men being pummelled fill the air and one grabs a hostage yelling out, “Show yourself or this one’s had it! You’ve got until 5 to show yourself! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5!”

Out of the shadows appears Owlman. He says, “Time’s up.”

“Yeah for you!” says the man and he fires on Owlman hitting nothing but air. Owlman lands behind the man and promptly takes out his hand with an Owlrang and then knocks him unconscious.

The hostages look up at him and he says, “Everyone alright?”
They shake their heads slowly as the smoke clears.
“Good.”
He leaves the men tied up and the hostages standing there with the guns and starts to leave, “Anyone of you gets trigger happy with them and I’ll be back – for you.”

He leaves and the police arrive to see everything taken care of. The hostages tell them everything.

Owlman, has arrived in Bludhaven. And the police aren't sure if he's welcome...
[identity profile] aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com
Batman is always interested in criminal activity here; it tends to point at King Tut. A quick conversation with the curator has given the Dark Knight a solid lead in that Nygma was there on some sort of investigation...and now Eddie is gone.

Batman is having a methodical look around the area in the inevitable search for clues.
[identity profile] aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com
Dick is getting off his motorcycle in front of the JSA Brownstone. He's in civvies, but he's also wearing a helmet and riding leathers, so he might as well be in costume. Only inside the Brownstone does he doff his helmet, shaking loose his shaggy, sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes to look around.

Somewhere in here is Oliver Queen. And they need to talk.
[identity profile] aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com
Dick is busy running an analysis of the blood he took from one of the men he stopped from stealing weapons. Black Mask's men, he thought. He expected.

The evidence does not bear out his suspicions.

No matter how many times he runs the sample through the computer banks in the Batcave, the crazed thug from the back of that munitions-laden truck does not appear addicted to the toxins that Black Mask had used to help keep his employees in line. Traces exist, but those traces suggest that the addiction was in the man's past. And while the toxins are nasty stuff, they usually don't leave lunacy - or fanaticism - in their wake.

Dick isn't sure what to think. Which means giving Oracle a buzz.

Epilogue

May. 4th, 2010 11:09 am
[identity profile] beware-my-power.livejournal.com
Hal flies over Gotham invisibly, using the ring to cloak his movements - with the destination he has in mind, it wouldn't be a good idea to be seen. There's a particular entrance available for visiting Justice Leaguers - well-hidden and very secure, but programmed to recognize certain guests.

He descends from the sky and into one of the secret entrances of the Bat-Cave, hoping to find its current caretaker present.
[identity profile] aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com
Days have passed. Weeks have passed. God, he doesn't want to do this, not a damned bit. He likes being Nightwing, he likes taking care of Bludhaven, he likes being someone other than Bruce Wayne, Jr.

But he has responsibilities.

Dick has his own Batsuit because his build is trimmer than Bruce's and he is a little shorter, nothing that has ever been noted in the past by Gotham's villains. Wearing that suit, he faces the case in which Bruce's suit now resides with Jason's former Robin outfit and Stephanie's former Batgirl outfit, a quiet memorial to those who died...only Jason and Stephanie didn't stay dead. Which gives Dick a modicum of hope.

"Don't worry, old man," he whispers to the empty Batsuit in the case. "I'll take care of Gotham for you."

Drawing the cowl over his head, Dick strides to the dark, sleek shape of the Batmobile and cracks a sardonic smile. At least he gets to drive the car. If anything will bring a pissed-off Bruce Wayne back from wherever the hell Luthor sent him, it's the knowledge that Dick Grayson is joyriding in Bruce's favorite vehicle. Or so he hopes.

The engine roars to life, and with a blast from the rear-mounted booster the Batmobile screams its way out of the Batcave toward Gotham. Time to kick some ass. And THAT at least will feel damned good.

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