Post by Batman (Bruce Wayne) on Dec 16, 2012 3:27:31 GMT -5
-His eyes opened to the sight of a large green question mark in front of him. His hands strapped to a chair within the apartment room, his wrists bound by duct tape, his legs strapped by more duct tape, and his forehead held by a steel latch bound to the back of the chair’s head board.- “It’s Mind Game time! Answer the question and you avoid losing your brain…” “What…? Who is there? Someone help me! I don’t know what’s going on. Please.” “It’s very simple…” –A voice speaking through the man’s lap top computer.- “You answer the question and you live. Fail to answer the question…and you. Will. Die…” –The man’s voice deepened into a thick growl as he paused between the last few words until. He spoke with a upbeat and friendly tone.- “Lets begin…’It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it and if you eat it you'll die. What is it?’ The clock is ticking; you have 30 seconds…Tick tock… Tick Tock…” -…2 hours later, a police report came to the radio.-
-Batman stood up from the batcomputer upon hearing the radio report, Batman looked to Alfred and spoke.- “Get Dick. We have worked to do.” –Batman typed into the computer and examined the area and then he walked towards the armory to prepare his utility belt. Loading it with batarangs and smoke bombs he returned back to the hanger to examine the Batmobile, opening the cockpit he jumped inside, glancing to look for Robin.- “Are you ready, Robin?” –If Robin appeared and was ready to go, Batman would drive to the apartment building where they would have a glimpse of the scene where the man sat in the chair with his throat cut by a saw blade, the murder weapon was directly behind the victims chair, however; the strangest piece of evidence was a laptop nearby with a large green question mark with a 2D text font stating “Game over.” Was he playing a game before someone hooked him up to this machine?-
Nightwing: Hours had gone by and felt like minutes, Dick whittled time away in the gymnasium. Practicing old routines brought a sense of solace to the teenager. Forehead matted with sweat, the sleeveless white top clung to the boy’s body. Fortunately for Alfred, the path to the gymnasium was direct from the secret Batcave entrance. “Master Richard, Master Bruce is calling for you.” While perched on a bench, legs swinging over the edge, Dick ran a damp towel across his brow. “Alright, thanks Alfie.” His voice was a little winded, and a soft sigh escaped him. Standing stoic as he was silent, Alfred locked his gaze on the young master. “Might I suggest a change of clothes. Perhaps your suit?” Dick noticed the usual look on Alfred’s face. To anyone else, Alfred’s expression would be blank and no brows would be be raised at the mention of a suit. However Dick was raised to understand body language, he knew people. “Thanks Alfred.” Running out the door, Dick darted passed the basketball court and as soon as he was out the door he rounded the corner to the secret cave entrance. He pulled the lever in the old clock and slid into secret door. As he stepped out of the elevator, Dick donned the Robin costume, flipping across the stairs and immediately he noticed the hatch to the Batmobile open, Batman was ready. One of the first rules was if Robin was not ready, then Batman would leave him behind. However, Dick was always ready. Without so much as a word, Robin hopped up over and swung his legs around, falling down into the Batmobile. At the crime scene, Robin looked around for any clues, whatever caught his attention was the laptop. With fingers curled around his chin, Robin stared down at the question mark. “Hm..” thinking, everything about this set up felt familiar but he could not place his finger on where, when, or how.
The Oracle: There’s a time and place for everything but sometimes . . . no time at all. With living a life as a high school student, how else could you put everything else in to your own busy schedule? Balancing regular high school studies with online college courses on top of that to get her ahead of her game to earn her credits and possibly skip a grade or even graduate early, a young girl named Barbara Gordon didn’t know how to make free time with all that studying. Also, not to mention having a side-job at the police department with her dear father, James Gordon, who is overly protective of her safety most of the time. Having the general knowledge of computers naturally and learning more by taking some I.T. online courses (though some days she would have to go to the college for the labs to receive full credit), Barbara had more than enough understanding on how to work the basic programs; also knowing how to simply fix a computer with the simple things such as configuring database or disk drive, cleaning it up, removing and adding different programs to make it run faster, etc. She took up internship, copying reports in to the computer’s database and making sure they’re safely secured. Most files that were serious, had to be encrypted; so, when she had to encrypt a file, she had to write down on a separate sheet of paper the password and where the file was located at so they could find it with no trouble. In the evening, she was more than likely at the police department on most days, such as Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday, catching up with the filing and doing some extra side-tasks like making sure some areas were cleaned up. Even if it wasn’t necessary, she did it anyways. She got paid for doing the job, yes, about six-dollars an hour. Not bad, really. Even during her free time, she would still work her hardest trying to figure clever ways how to bypass a simple password to get in to her own father’s computer at home; just because she was so curious of what he did. She had an interest in the minds of criminals. It puzzled her sometimes when she watched the news of why some people would rather do it the hard way than just give up and hand themselves over but coming to a conclusion, there was no easy way out of anything, was just a way of saying, people will do crazy things.Being that it was close to the summer, things have slowed down and young Barbara Gordon is mostly sitting at home, finishing up her chores and her homework, and or sitting on the couch watching the news channel… Now, if you were to actually see her in person, she would have shoulder-blade length red hair, be wearing dark blue jeans with white tennis shoes, and some kind of short-sleeve t-shirt; just something comfortable for her to wear. She was quiet to herself most of the time but also can be very outspoken; sometimes her mouth got her in to some trouble, but not a whole lot. She was no older than sixteen years of age, young yes but very wise. Like some other students, she made honors in high school, no biggie she thought. It was as simple as keeping up and not missing as much school unlike other students. She was home alone this evening, due to her father having to work late, again back at the police station. This meant she had to fend for herself when it came to dinner and make up something for her father to put in the fridge when he comes home. Barbara supported her father and what he did but also worried about what may happen to him one of these times when he gets called to a robbery scene or something like that. As days gone by, more questions rose in side of her mind. She wanted to take action some times and help save people but knew it couldn’t be done. A lot of the times, she shot her own ideas down because of the possible outcomes. Or maybe it was possible. . .
-The keyboard itself, if Dick would dust it for finger prints would show that it was handled by an amateur with computers as most buttons were pushed by an index finger and nothing more. The mouse device would reveal to have been unplugged next to its single slotted USB connection jack, the mouse hand the same finger prints as the keyboard. Batman analyzed the murder weapon taking note that it was plugged into the wall along with a box device that was relaying computer signals. Batman raised an eyebrow and looked at Robin.- “Know anything about Computers? This is a DC relay adapter. It transforms networking signals from a computer into everyday house hold appliances…The murderer is an expert with not only computers, but also electronics.” -Batman analyzed the blade once more taking note that it’s size was 24 inches in length, using a ruler to analyze it.-
-Batman took a sample of the blood using a cotton swab and then placed it into a container that he would slip into his belt. Batman’s gaze switched to look at Robin.- “Find anything?” –Before Batman examined the body and it’s foul stench that filled the room. Batman noted that the head board was propped up to the ceiling and nailed crudely in place, but stable enough that the victims head couldn’t escape or duck the saw blade chewing through his neck. Batman’s eye narrowed at the brutality of this murder.
Nightwing: Robin did not need the print results to have an idea of what went on, this was no game played by the victim, at least not by choice. Thoughts continued to return to that question mark, gnawing at his senses, it was beginning to bother Robin, he knew something about it. A dry smirk appeared on the Boy Wonder, what a silly question. “Of course I know about computers. I nearly spend all day..” Robin paused for a moment, a light bulb had suddenly turned on upstairs. Smacking his own forehead, the answer he had been searching for was so obvious. “The internet.” He exclaimed and then settled down. “The internet. There is a type of Urban Legend being spread around several cult message boards. Talks of a game of riddles, though I never believed they were true.” Robin quickly combed through the laptop’s coding in search of the program. “No.” Robin paused for a moment. “Well yes. I found nothing, that’s what I found.” He started. “There is no disc, no program found, all hard coded. But the thing is, the program has deleted itself. There is no trace left of it, at least I’m not able to find it. All I can tell you whoever set this up, is good. Very good.”
The Oracle: Having crazy ideas, she decided to do a little bit of touring around the city of Gotham, especially downtown where most crime was held. She had nothing else better to do with her free time than to explore and experience the action that she so desperately wanted to get involved with. What was she going to wear? How was she going to defend herself if she does decide to jump in to the action? What is she going to bring? Well, all this could be easily answered. Seeing that she didn’t own any signature suit like a hero did, she had to work things out of her closet/drawers. She brought out a box with all of her gymnastics stuff and there was one suit that she had. It was all black and it was a leotard, long sleeves, long leggings, turtle neck; she was enrolled in this during the winter a while back so of course she had to wear something to keep her warm, even in doors because not all the time the heater will kick on. For shoes, she simply wore black boots that her father got her Christmas one year. Rummaging through all of her belongings in her room, she found things that were useful such as black gloves that had grips on the palms of the hands, goggles that were used for skiing (used to shovel snow, though), and left over red l.e.d’s from her school science project, and much more. So there was a lot there that she could work with just for temporary usage. She didn’t know how well the l.e.ds where going to work out since it was another form of light. It might just block out her vision completely unless she figure it out otherwise. She did figure it out. After all the wiring was done and such, she slipped in to this suit of hers; it was tight but it would have to do. What was she going to do as a utility belt?Well, she made do with her father’s tactical vest that he had in his closet. She had to make some adjustments to it though, meaning no guns; she wasn’t one for guns and her own father knew that. What she had was a few white zip ties that can be used to tie criminals off or even trapping them, hidden in a pocket on her side, she made sure she had enough. A pocket knife hidden in her boot, which she hopes that she’ll never have to use. Pepper spray hooked; there wasn’t that much pockets on the vest, climbing spikes that can be placed on the palm of the hands, tucked away in another pocket. These spikes are usually used for rock climbing beginners, but she’s afraid that she may not have the time to put them on when she makes her escape. So she left those at home. She picked up a lighter. What the hell was this used for? You’ll see. She didn’t have a name to call herself other than just being mysterious, but then again. . . everyone is a little mysterious in their own little ways, right?
-Batman stood up from the batcomputer upon hearing the radio report, Batman looked to Alfred and spoke.- “Get Dick. We have worked to do.” –Batman typed into the computer and examined the area and then he walked towards the armory to prepare his utility belt. Loading it with batarangs and smoke bombs he returned back to the hanger to examine the Batmobile, opening the cockpit he jumped inside, glancing to look for Robin.- “Are you ready, Robin?” –If Robin appeared and was ready to go, Batman would drive to the apartment building where they would have a glimpse of the scene where the man sat in the chair with his throat cut by a saw blade, the murder weapon was directly behind the victims chair, however; the strangest piece of evidence was a laptop nearby with a large green question mark with a 2D text font stating “Game over.” Was he playing a game before someone hooked him up to this machine?-
Nightwing: Hours had gone by and felt like minutes, Dick whittled time away in the gymnasium. Practicing old routines brought a sense of solace to the teenager. Forehead matted with sweat, the sleeveless white top clung to the boy’s body. Fortunately for Alfred, the path to the gymnasium was direct from the secret Batcave entrance. “Master Richard, Master Bruce is calling for you.” While perched on a bench, legs swinging over the edge, Dick ran a damp towel across his brow. “Alright, thanks Alfie.” His voice was a little winded, and a soft sigh escaped him. Standing stoic as he was silent, Alfred locked his gaze on the young master. “Might I suggest a change of clothes. Perhaps your suit?” Dick noticed the usual look on Alfred’s face. To anyone else, Alfred’s expression would be blank and no brows would be be raised at the mention of a suit. However Dick was raised to understand body language, he knew people. “Thanks Alfred.” Running out the door, Dick darted passed the basketball court and as soon as he was out the door he rounded the corner to the secret cave entrance. He pulled the lever in the old clock and slid into secret door. As he stepped out of the elevator, Dick donned the Robin costume, flipping across the stairs and immediately he noticed the hatch to the Batmobile open, Batman was ready. One of the first rules was if Robin was not ready, then Batman would leave him behind. However, Dick was always ready. Without so much as a word, Robin hopped up over and swung his legs around, falling down into the Batmobile. At the crime scene, Robin looked around for any clues, whatever caught his attention was the laptop. With fingers curled around his chin, Robin stared down at the question mark. “Hm..” thinking, everything about this set up felt familiar but he could not place his finger on where, when, or how.
The Oracle: There’s a time and place for everything but sometimes . . . no time at all. With living a life as a high school student, how else could you put everything else in to your own busy schedule? Balancing regular high school studies with online college courses on top of that to get her ahead of her game to earn her credits and possibly skip a grade or even graduate early, a young girl named Barbara Gordon didn’t know how to make free time with all that studying. Also, not to mention having a side-job at the police department with her dear father, James Gordon, who is overly protective of her safety most of the time. Having the general knowledge of computers naturally and learning more by taking some I.T. online courses (though some days she would have to go to the college for the labs to receive full credit), Barbara had more than enough understanding on how to work the basic programs; also knowing how to simply fix a computer with the simple things such as configuring database or disk drive, cleaning it up, removing and adding different programs to make it run faster, etc. She took up internship, copying reports in to the computer’s database and making sure they’re safely secured. Most files that were serious, had to be encrypted; so, when she had to encrypt a file, she had to write down on a separate sheet of paper the password and where the file was located at so they could find it with no trouble. In the evening, she was more than likely at the police department on most days, such as Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday, catching up with the filing and doing some extra side-tasks like making sure some areas were cleaned up. Even if it wasn’t necessary, she did it anyways. She got paid for doing the job, yes, about six-dollars an hour. Not bad, really. Even during her free time, she would still work her hardest trying to figure clever ways how to bypass a simple password to get in to her own father’s computer at home; just because she was so curious of what he did. She had an interest in the minds of criminals. It puzzled her sometimes when she watched the news of why some people would rather do it the hard way than just give up and hand themselves over but coming to a conclusion, there was no easy way out of anything, was just a way of saying, people will do crazy things.Being that it was close to the summer, things have slowed down and young Barbara Gordon is mostly sitting at home, finishing up her chores and her homework, and or sitting on the couch watching the news channel… Now, if you were to actually see her in person, she would have shoulder-blade length red hair, be wearing dark blue jeans with white tennis shoes, and some kind of short-sleeve t-shirt; just something comfortable for her to wear. She was quiet to herself most of the time but also can be very outspoken; sometimes her mouth got her in to some trouble, but not a whole lot. She was no older than sixteen years of age, young yes but very wise. Like some other students, she made honors in high school, no biggie she thought. It was as simple as keeping up and not missing as much school unlike other students. She was home alone this evening, due to her father having to work late, again back at the police station. This meant she had to fend for herself when it came to dinner and make up something for her father to put in the fridge when he comes home. Barbara supported her father and what he did but also worried about what may happen to him one of these times when he gets called to a robbery scene or something like that. As days gone by, more questions rose in side of her mind. She wanted to take action some times and help save people but knew it couldn’t be done. A lot of the times, she shot her own ideas down because of the possible outcomes. Or maybe it was possible. . .
-The keyboard itself, if Dick would dust it for finger prints would show that it was handled by an amateur with computers as most buttons were pushed by an index finger and nothing more. The mouse device would reveal to have been unplugged next to its single slotted USB connection jack, the mouse hand the same finger prints as the keyboard. Batman analyzed the murder weapon taking note that it was plugged into the wall along with a box device that was relaying computer signals. Batman raised an eyebrow and looked at Robin.- “Know anything about Computers? This is a DC relay adapter. It transforms networking signals from a computer into everyday house hold appliances…The murderer is an expert with not only computers, but also electronics.” -Batman analyzed the blade once more taking note that it’s size was 24 inches in length, using a ruler to analyze it.-
-Batman took a sample of the blood using a cotton swab and then placed it into a container that he would slip into his belt. Batman’s gaze switched to look at Robin.- “Find anything?” –Before Batman examined the body and it’s foul stench that filled the room. Batman noted that the head board was propped up to the ceiling and nailed crudely in place, but stable enough that the victims head couldn’t escape or duck the saw blade chewing through his neck. Batman’s eye narrowed at the brutality of this murder.
Nightwing: Robin did not need the print results to have an idea of what went on, this was no game played by the victim, at least not by choice. Thoughts continued to return to that question mark, gnawing at his senses, it was beginning to bother Robin, he knew something about it. A dry smirk appeared on the Boy Wonder, what a silly question. “Of course I know about computers. I nearly spend all day..” Robin paused for a moment, a light bulb had suddenly turned on upstairs. Smacking his own forehead, the answer he had been searching for was so obvious. “The internet.” He exclaimed and then settled down. “The internet. There is a type of Urban Legend being spread around several cult message boards. Talks of a game of riddles, though I never believed they were true.” Robin quickly combed through the laptop’s coding in search of the program. “No.” Robin paused for a moment. “Well yes. I found nothing, that’s what I found.” He started. “There is no disc, no program found, all hard coded. But the thing is, the program has deleted itself. There is no trace left of it, at least I’m not able to find it. All I can tell you whoever set this up, is good. Very good.”
The Oracle: Having crazy ideas, she decided to do a little bit of touring around the city of Gotham, especially downtown where most crime was held. She had nothing else better to do with her free time than to explore and experience the action that she so desperately wanted to get involved with. What was she going to wear? How was she going to defend herself if she does decide to jump in to the action? What is she going to bring? Well, all this could be easily answered. Seeing that she didn’t own any signature suit like a hero did, she had to work things out of her closet/drawers. She brought out a box with all of her gymnastics stuff and there was one suit that she had. It was all black and it was a leotard, long sleeves, long leggings, turtle neck; she was enrolled in this during the winter a while back so of course she had to wear something to keep her warm, even in doors because not all the time the heater will kick on. For shoes, she simply wore black boots that her father got her Christmas one year. Rummaging through all of her belongings in her room, she found things that were useful such as black gloves that had grips on the palms of the hands, goggles that were used for skiing (used to shovel snow, though), and left over red l.e.d’s from her school science project, and much more. So there was a lot there that she could work with just for temporary usage. She didn’t know how well the l.e.ds where going to work out since it was another form of light. It might just block out her vision completely unless she figure it out otherwise. She did figure it out. After all the wiring was done and such, she slipped in to this suit of hers; it was tight but it would have to do. What was she going to do as a utility belt?Well, she made do with her father’s tactical vest that he had in his closet. She had to make some adjustments to it though, meaning no guns; she wasn’t one for guns and her own father knew that. What she had was a few white zip ties that can be used to tie criminals off or even trapping them, hidden in a pocket on her side, she made sure she had enough. A pocket knife hidden in her boot, which she hopes that she’ll never have to use. Pepper spray hooked; there wasn’t that much pockets on the vest, climbing spikes that can be placed on the palm of the hands, tucked away in another pocket. These spikes are usually used for rock climbing beginners, but she’s afraid that she may not have the time to put them on when she makes her escape. So she left those at home. She picked up a lighter. What the hell was this used for? You’ll see. She didn’t have a name to call herself other than just being mysterious, but then again. . . everyone is a little mysterious in their own little ways, right?