[identity profile] give-me-an-amen.livejournal.com
Deacon Joseph Blackfire has lived for far more years than any man should live. He was born centuries ago to a Hotethk Native American tribe under a blood red moon. It was seen as a sign that he would amount to become a leader of men. Blackfire became that leader time and time again, always gaining control, always to eventually lose it. Each time he lost the power, it was to the fabled King of Beasts. One century it was the man known as Walks-With-Mountain Lions. Another it was a great American hunter known as Hugo Wayne. In the 20th Century it was a vigilante known as the Batman.

Blackfire was determined to change things for the 21st Century. No longer would the power be stolen from him. Blackfire was resurrected in the 21st Century by technologies foul and unusual, futuristic yet also ancient. Devices unknown to him, buried deep beneath Gotham, worked on his body and on his soul and brought him back more powerful than before. He sought out the creator of these wonders and found the terrible Darkseid. Somehow he persuaded the god of Apokolips that his skills of manipulation and persuasion were better than Glorious Godfrey's, and that with Blackfire in his power, Darkseid could finally launch a successful invasion of Earth.

The ancient gate beneath Gotham was activated by the belief in Darkseid and in anti-life, channelled through Blackfire's soured soul. Darkseid stepped through the gate, not knowing that Blackfire was not only channelling this belief, but taking it for himself. At least half of the justifiers in Gotham are as fanatical about Blackfire as they are about Darkseid.

Blackfire stands, arms apart and legs astride the entrance to the gate. He looks like Da Vinci's diagram of a man, except his skin is charred, the Apokoliptian power coursing through his veins. He forces a smile on his face as the blue lightning runs through his body, and he finally steps free. "I am become a god, and even Darkseid will kneel before me."

The gate hums and shuts down like an old computer. The way back to Apokolips is closed.

The chant of anti-life on the surface, not that far above Blackfire's head, permeates the air. The heroes and villains around the circumference of anti-life only have one chance to disable both Blackfire and Darkseid, and that's to strike now, before the Deacon can use his new godlike ability.
[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] eddie-nygma.livejournal.com
At the Gotham Museum of Egyptology, there's an extra figure stalking the halls after hours. It had taken a bit of fast talking, but the head of security was willing to allow Nygma a one-night clearance to make the rounds with the security guards - thinking, perhaps, the extra publicity would benefit the museum.

In any case, he moves in shadows, admiring exhibits that he might once have stolen, letting his mind ponder the cryptic clues he might've left in their place.
[identity profile] prometheanplans.livejournal.com
Now here's something you don't see every day - Prometheus in church.

Mind you, this isn't an ordinary church. It's condemned and collapsing, the only kind of church Prometheus could ever tolerate for long. It's one of the five 'nesting grounds' acquired by he and Hush for the use of the Monk's ever-growing cabal. And most famously, the Joker once fell to one of his many deaths from the great bell tower that has now fallen into ruin.

It's been a few months since Prometheus last checked in. Luthor stole his Cosmic Key, sending (read: stranding) him into an alternate dimension as a 'gift' for his help. Bagging the cowls of several of that world's heroes was fun for a while, but in the end unsatisfying. He considers himself reasonably adaptable, but truth be told, even he doesn't know how he got the Key back. Unless Luthor saw fit to return it to him before his defeat.

Hush has called this little meeting. He's got the best information among the three, and apparently the word is that there's a new player in town. One who's already lured the likes of Firefly and Zsasz into his employ. And may be responsible for the death of Poison Ivy, if the more outlandish rumors are true.

Prometheus isn't buying that one. Ivy's about as hard to kill as kudzu. But the introduction of a new player to their little game is quantifiable - Elliot got the word personally from their stool pigeon at the Iceberg Lounge - and better still, entertaining.

As he waits for Hush, Prometheus makes a game of shooting down the few remaining crucifixes in the church with his wrist gauntlet.
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
Victor Zsasz, resplendent in a finely tailored black suit with solid silver cufflinks and incredibly-well polished shoes, stares blankly at the wondrous foliage growing in the Arcadia Glens arboretum, a good few miles east of Gotham. Nothing living, healthy, or vibrant in colour interests someone such as Mr. Zsasz.

He sometimes forgets to blink. He might as well be sleeping, watching these dull botanical life-forms in their pots and in their soil.

Look! A leaf! Look! A branch! Weeee! A little weed!

They're all going to die. Even evergreens die eventually. Whether through ill temperatures or by the hand of man. If Zsasz had his way, this entire greenhouse would be burnt to the ground, with all its awful, dull, pointless, petty life reduced to cinders. Maybe this is why he has always struggled to get on with-

"Poison Ivy. I was wondering when you would arrive." Zsasz extends a gloved hand for the green goddess to shake. Ugh. She looks far too healthy and far too alive. "I apologise for the elusiveness of my message. I hope I did not make you wonder about the purpose of this meeting too much."

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