Batman (Bruce Wayne)
Anti-Hero
Detective / Vigilante
I'll be standing where I belong, between you and the people of Gotham.
Posts: 256
Title: Batman, Insider, Matches Malone
Alignment: Chaotic Good
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Post by Batman (Bruce Wayne) on Sept 25, 2013 11:01:35 GMT -5
#? Project Beyond Story By: Batman and TerryHeroes: Batman, Batman Beyond, Red Robin Villains: Dr. Phosphorous, Inque Plot: A boy wakes up with dreams of being Batman, but he is Batman from another timeline, visions and dreams confuse him with memories of a life that isn't his own. Struggling to understand what is real and not, only one man is consistent in both realities and that is Bruce Wayne. He sets out to confront Bruce Wayne and unlock the dark secrets that are buried within him memory. Opening themeDarkness lingered, white lines illuminated and hummed within a dark city with a deep maroon and purple clouded sky, red wings flared across the sky as a large figure flew past a public rail way, laser carbines fired as golden pulses of light whistled from their barrels, a clad and dark knight dove and leaned to the left and right dodging the blasts moving faster than light. A heads up display indicated and predicted the trajectory of each weapon before they had fired, nanosecond reflex time. His brain was too slow to react, so he had to improvise and attempt to predict the computer. A small boy with dark hair watched the image fly past him with a red chest in the shape of a dragon. No! In the shape of a bat! Terry would awaken from a dream, mid day with a questionable experience, was it real?<c>
Were those classes about Physics from high school of another world or a community college course? Was his father killed in a freak accident or was it murder? And who the hell was Bruce Wayne, is he some drunken ass hole or someone more important? “Billionaire Bruce Wayne is set to make an announcement with Board of Director’s chairman Lucius Fox at a Space and Exploration center tonight where. For those of you who have thought the man to be living under a rock, he has been VERY busy, adopting two new heirs to the throne, Timothy and Cassandra Wayne; these would be the newest additions to the Wayne House hold. One can only guess who the lucky Mrs. Wayne will be, if there ever will be one…” -A radio broadcast spoke throughout the city’s bands.<c> Bruce adjusted his gold and blue striped neck tie before reaching to shake hands with various people who approached him. He smiled and grinned before taking the stage.- “I would like to thank everyone for coming here and I would particularly like to thank Mister Fox and all the hard working employees part of Wayne Enterprises. Today Mister Fox and I have come to a very hard decision to make, out of a dozen potential candidates for our new Science project division, <C>
We’ve selected a genius who has come way before his time and will help carry Wayne Enterprises, and more importantly, the human race into the next century. Mr. Gormon Hansaw has been selected to lead Wayne Enterprises Science Research department and we trust that he will do a good job.” -Minutes after his speech, Gormon approached Bruce and spoke with a smile.- “Thank you, Mr. Wayne. Again you’re too kind. ” -Bruce nodded his eyes squinting some as cameras were racing towards him to take pictures of him and the new Department leader together after each other’s speeches.-Terry McGinnis: The dream – or perhaps nightmare – had become an all too familiar way to wake up, one that left the young man known as Terry McGinnis in a state of constant confusion, worry, and exhaustion. How many days had it been since he had a good night's sleep? How many times had he tried to wrap his head around the dream, tried to rationalize it, only to wake again the next night with the strange desire to know? Track had been lost as easily as sleep, and the mind began to accept a simple truth; perhaps he was going insane. “Bruce Wayne.” The name tasted familiar, almost welcomed, upon his tongue yet...Yet it left so many desires, questions, unanswered. The radio broadcast, the public appearance, of the man in question was no big surprise – it was an event his mother would be attending, trying to get an interview for whatever questions her Newspaper had. “Bruce...” Right hand moves to his temple, eyes closing before... “Terry? If you're coming tonight, you need to start getting ready...” (c
Terry McGinnis: c) The event was, no doubt, something a young college student would either loath going to, or dream of attending depending on their major, but for Terry it was about only one thing – the Billionaire who haunted his dreams. “Crazy or homosexual.” He'd breath the words out, blue eyes cool and calculating as he watched the man in question. What was said at the speeches themselves were not important, but it was the voice itself that Terry honed in on. 'McGinnis, move!' A flash of memory, an older voice rang in his head, once more making him doubt his own sanity. 'Welcome to my world.' Eyes jerk open only to realize the talking was over, and Mr. Wayne was already talking to others and cameras were honing in. “Now or never.” Right hand moves toward his suit pocket, pulling a folded slip of paper free – upon which he had drew the red emblem that so many times played in the different dreams – before he'd move in toward the crowd. (c
Terry McGinnis: c) Cameras flashed and bodies pressed tight, the sounds of voices all around trying to get one question or another answered, and yet the single young man would work his way through, body moving on instincts it should not have, moving him through the crowd as if barely more than a well dressed shadow. Would he get close enough? “Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne!” His voice would be amongst those in the crowd, carried as loud as he could as shoulders shoved his way to the front. If he managed to get there in time the hand holding the paper would be extended to shake, the sheet tucked against his palm unseen by untrained eyes, while his own gaze tried to hold the business man's. “Clark Kent, Gotham Times,” the name was familiar to him, an important one that had come up in his dreams before. “I was wondering if you had time for an interview?”(e)-Bruce Wayne smiled and halted onto a set of blue eyes and dark hair, for a moment Bruce spoke in shock.- “Dick…? Clark…?” -He blinked feeling Terry’s hand.- “You’re…Uh…” -He blinked for a moment and then looked to the floor, drawing from the dark images and planning of Batman, he decided what he would do.- “Yeah, sure. Uh, this way.” -Bruce smiled at Terry and waved towards a door, he turned his attention to Lucius Fox and Gormon.- “I’ll be back.” -Lucius was skeptical blinking a few times in confusion before adjusting his glasses and smiling for the cameras. Bruce shuffled through the crowd and reached a laboratory computer room, opening the door he looked around to make sure it was empty and then looked at Terry.- “I’m no expert on media personnel but…you’re not Clark Kent. I’ve interviewed with Clark Kent before. Who are you?” <c>
-Bruce’s dark hair was combed conservatively to the left, groomed with hair gel to add a slick polish and reveal a handsome face that attracted so many women to him. His eyes held something more though, spheres of pain and anger, though many took them in as mysterious and charming to have such strong blue eyes. His posture was firm as he stood his ground despite a casual and relaxed appearance.-Terry McGinnis: Dick? No, though he remembered flying at the mention of that name, a sense of freedom that almost made him want to drop the facade, to cry out and demand answers – luckily, however, he kept his appearance and cool, even in the face of other reporters and camera men who were more than a little annoyed by some upstart kid worming his way through and demanding attention. If the paper was taken Terry's hand would drop empty, if not it would drop and slip into a pocket, tucking his prize away just in case things went sour. “Of course.” A simple answer as he was given his audience, heart racing in his ears yet his outward expression was oddly cool. Why did he feel fear and joy all at once, a mingling of two forms of excitement that he had never felt before in his life. Or had he? Into a private room they would go, wide blues looking around before settling upon the better-dressed business man. Playboy? Yeah, he could see why many people muttered such things about the male. (c
Terry McGinnis: c) “No, no I'm not, but I knew you'd look my way if I said that name.” Lips twist into a frown, expression honest. “I don't know how...But I knew, and I know you.” Eyes turn up toward those so many felt were charming, alluring and mysterious. For Terry? It was like looking at a familiar picture, one he should know too well yet didn't. “I'm...I'm not sure if this is going to sound crazy, but please, hear me out...” A step is taken, trying to put himself between Bruce and the door. “I've been having these strange dreams, these...Nightmares, and all of them involve you and someone else...Someone...” The paper! Either withdrawn and unfolded, or pointed to. “That. Him. That emblem is on his chest, always. And you're yelling in my head, telling me to move, or to dodge, or to stop playing around. It's always you...” (c
Terry McGinnis: c) The young man's tone slowly changed, from nervous, to fearful all at once. He was confused, troubled and exhausted, weakening to a point where he was doubting everything. “I want to know why, how I could know you...” And it was time for the big reveal, for something that he had been almost scared to say. “And I want to know why anytime I read a paper, whenever they mention Batman I can hear you the loudest in my head...”-Bruce took the paper given, not expecting it, he waited until the appropriate time to glance and as he explained, Bruce glanced at the paper to see the symbol, his eyes would stare at it for a moment, it was hand drawn from memory, its design was sketched as though it was from a vivid dream, was he a mind reader or perhaps he was a spy. He parted his lips to speak but, nothing came out just yet, he considered the possibilities, who was this kid really?- “I’m…sorry. What exactly are you trying to say?” -Bruce held the symbol of a bat out and gestured to himself while shaking his head in disbelief, he almost began laughing. A soft woof of laughing air escaped his lungs before of=fering the symbol to Terry.- “I have no idea but-uh…You probably shouldn’t stay up late at night watching rated R movies and MTV. <c>
You’d have to go 100 miles to not know who I am.” -Bruce frowned and shrugged his shoulders.- “Can’t help you kid. Probably best if you just forget it as a dream, you know that sometimes they tell you what you want to believe until you finally get it and you feel stupid for it not turning out the way you had hoped for. But hey, uh...Good luck and don’t go impersonating anyone else, you’re not very good at it.” Terry McGinnis: The paper was taken back, and Terry's bottom lip found its way between his teeth, bitten down lightly as if he were holding back once more. What was he trying to say? “I know who you are. I know there is a cave that's important to you, I know you recognize that symbol better than anyone else.” Voice was higher in note, almost frantic. Was Bruce going to leave, to leave him wondering why the hell he was haunted by some man he shouldn't care about more than any other common middle-class kid? “Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon.” He'd state each name as if a weapon, clear and calm. “They all would know this emblem too, they've all been in my dreams, older, different but all there. And they know about the cave too, about everything.” He'd reach up, rubbing his face. “In my dreams, the world is..Different. Flying cars, towers that stretch higher than anything we can imagine...” He'd look up, blue eyes almost sad. (c
Terry McGinnis: c) “Dreams are things you wake up from. I see, hear, almost feel things even when I'm awake. It's constantly confusing. In my dreams my father...” He'd shake his head. “Some thugs...Jokers...” Settling back Terry would begin to step toward the door. “Maybe I am crazy...I'm sorry Mr. Wayne, I shouldn't have bothered...” And just like that, exhaustion and hopelessness closed in on the boy. Maybe it was best if he just saw a shrink, a doctor to understand those dreams, the names, the faces.-Bruce took a step back as he began ranting, grasping for something that would no doubt cause Bruce to react like any normal person would, Bruce knew which way to go in regards to a reaction.- “Take care, kid…” -Bruce said letting Terry go, it was at this point Lucius Fox opened the door.- “Everything alright?” -Bruce nodded.- “Uh…Yeah. I think I’ll be heading home though…It’s been a long night.” -Lucius nodded and offered a cane to Bruce.- “Need this for your leg?” -Bruce smiled sheepishly.- “Yeah…walking on this thing has been killing me.” -Bruce glanced at Lucius and inquired.- “Lucius…how many people have had access to Storage locker 19-99?” -Lucius thought for a moment and tilted his head.- “The Beyond project? You and I…It’s under lock and key.” -Bruce nodded.- “I thought so…” “IS something wrong, Bruce?” -He shook his head.- “No, just-uh, need some air.” <c>
-He found himself outside walking down the side walk to avoid media attention, he slipped through the back alley, a cold breeze whistled by him and his senses began to tingle, hairs on the back of his neck began to rise when he turned around to see five men dressed like clowns.- “Hey cripple, spare some change?” -The men armed switchblades and crowbars, Bruce took a step back as his body moved rigidly.- ‘I can’t reveal I’m Batman…if I beat all five of them, even as a cripple.’ -The first swung the crowbar and Bruce instinctively swung his cane to parry the attack deflecting it towards the wall. Another charged towards Bruce’s side at which point Bruce effortlessly retracted his arm and slammed his elbow into the thugs face while twisting his torso to dodge the kidney shot from the blade the attacker had. <C>
He placed the chain in front of him posted on the ground and looked at the four still standing.- “Isn’t it a school night?” -Bruce mocked provoking one of the clowns to hurl a chain that wrapped around Bruce’s cane, yanking the chain while another swung the crowbar at Bruce’s shoulder it would cause Bruce to groan and collapse to the ground.- ‘That’s it, let them think you’re just a rich kid who got lucky.’ Terry McGinnis:What was he going to do? Terry had gone into the event expecting Bruce to have all the answers, to know what was going on and explain to him that he wasn't crazy, that...That he was being brainwashed or something else. The problem? The man didn't even know why he expected that, why he felt so strongly that Bruce Wayne (of all people) would just know everything or have some master understanding of the world around them. “Oh slaggit!” He'd curse as soon as he had managed to work his way outside. Eyes closed and deep raggid breaths were taken, trying to calm his mind and heart both down before focusing on the matter at hand. Bruce had reacted, even just a little, hadn't he? Maybe if...If he was covering something, it would be better to go to one of the other names he had stuck in his head?
With a slightly more renewed spirit McGinnis would begin to move, to let his feet take him where they desired, mind going through the list of things he saw in those dreams, trying to find a clue that would bring him closer to keeping himself out of Arkham Asylum. It was a good thing that the man was walking too, a good thing that Fate still had a hand in his life, in his destiny – for both himself and Bruce Wayne. The sounds of pain, of a fight, grabbed his attention and Terry would turn to focus on its source. He begins to move faster, suddenly finding himself in a state of panic. “Hey!” The jog would carry him into a sprint, muscles coiling tight before being released as he flew, honestly flew, into the fray. Terry aimed his body into one of the Jokers (how did he know who they were?) to knock him away from the downed Bruce. The landing would be easy enough even after, figure dropping into a loose fighting stance.
“You know, this isn't the first time I've saved you from Clowns, Old Man.” It came natural, the words, the attitude, as if it were there all along. “...At least, not in my head.” He was watching them, the muggers, blue eyes cold and calculating. He knew how to handle himself, even without the clashing memories in his head – they just made it all the more natural to know what to do.
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Terry McGinnis/Jason Todd
Role Player
But that's my name now.
Posts: 8
Title: Tomorrow Knight, Beyond, Batman Beyond, ex-Robin, Chirpy, Red Hood
Alignment: Chaotic Good
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Post by Terry McGinnis/Jason Todd on Mar 12, 2014 16:08:46 GMT -5
Bruce Wayne: -They weren’t outside Arkham Asylum, rather the back alley of the gala event. Bruce was lying on the ground holding his cane as the crazy kid with nosy speculations came to the rescue, his fighting was reckless, sloppy, and yet an art unto itself. His stance seemed proper, something Bruce would’ve taught a fighter like this guy, whoever his mentor was; he knew how to compliment this kid’s weakness. Once more thoughts of Dick Grayson came to him watching Terry’s natural agility. The group of five Jokers was now remaining with two more still standing at which point Bruce stood up and spoke with confidence as he stepped into a golf swing and smashed the front teeth out of a Joker goon throwing them backwards. Bruce glanced over his shoulder to look at Terry through the corner of his eye.- <c> Bruce Wayne: “Do you always talk so much?” -He chastised Terry with a flat tone while tacking onto his previous statement.- “I don’t know whose worse, you or them.” The remaining Joker slashed a metal chain aiming to strike Bruce and Terry across the face, Bruce ducked the savage strike and counter attacked with a swordsmen like maneuver with a lancing strike, his posture that of a fencer as he tapped the Joker’s hand causing him to back away from Terry and Bruce. Two of the previously dropped Jokers would stand up from behind Terry and Bruce causing Bruce to take the posture of a Baseball slugger with his eyes squinting onto the clowns. They armed knives and snickered.- “Let’s put a smile on your pretty faces!! HehEHeHAhaHA!!!!” -Their voices growling within the dark, red and pink lipstick shone through the dim light.- <c> Bruce Wayne: -Bruce’s tone growled to that of a flat bass, un-intimidated by their threats.- “I’ve yet to meet a clown that I’ve thought was funny…” -Slashing his cane Bruce snapped the thick piece of metal causing an echo shivering through air as the Joker’s arm snapped as well causing the clown to scream in terror.- “GAH!! He broke my arm!!” -Bruce threw the cane away and raised his posture to a boxing stance.-
“You know, some say it's a part of my charm.” Terry would come right back, barely glancing out of the corner of his eye to keep aware of Bruce's position in the gaggle of weapons, limbs, and words. “You know, you really should get a sword or something in that cane, would be helpful.” The metal chain would cause Terry to take a step backward, balancing on the heel of a boot while he leaned further back at the hips – though it was a fluid move more out of reflex than in doubt that Bruce could handle the situation. The Jokerz in front seemed to be kept on their heels by the older man, while the two standing behind became a more valid threat. Twisting about Terry would ready himself, letting Bruce take point in sending one clown whining about a broken arm. The second would be easy enough to deal with. Stepping into the man's coming attack, the crazy youth would strike first. (c
c) Right arm would slip under the mugger's knife wielding hand to shove it high, while his left jerked forward to slam the butt of his palm into the others sternum. Dropping a Joker felt good, felt right, though the young man didn't have time to think on it before he was spinning back around, sliding on his right foot enough to keep his balance while he changed targets. Two behind were worried about breathing or a broken arm, the ones that had been knocked back earlier were were he was most worried. “You think you can handle two clowns while I take down the rest, Old Man?” Only giving a moment or two for an answer, Terry would already be moving in for the fight, reckless combat style coupling with what his brain remembered of training and natural agility to create a man who seemed able to hold his own. (e
Bruce Wayne: -Bruce didn’t delay with Terry’s words as he turned to face the Joker still quipped with a metal chain, Bruce charged and leapt into the air to deliver a powerful kick to the Joker’s shoulder causing it to dislocate and a bellowing moan from the clown’s throat, tears trickled down the Joker’s face as the pain from the kick was the quickest part of the attack, dislocating the goon’s shoulder set in a resonating pain that wouldn’t be forgotten easily. Bruce turned to look at McGinnis, watching his form move within the darkness.- “Old man? At the least, I’m your older brother. At the most, I’m your father.” -Bruce waited for Terry to be finished with the goons before picking up the pieces of his cane and saying. “Come on, I’ll take you home…” -Bruce began walking and before taking two steps into his walk he questioned. “Where did you learn to fight? You seem out of practice.” <c> Bruce Wayne: -Bruce would walk towards a dark parking lot where an area shaded completely in oil, amidst the darkness as they came closer, Terry would suddenly be able to spot a black Lamborghini.- “Are you still in school or university? Do you have a job?” -These would be follow up questions Bruce would ask.-
While Bruce was dealing with the Joker with the chain, Terry would move into the others still standing. The first was easy enough, the clown throwing a blow to try and take to the future Bat's nose. The counter would be a quick blow to the elbow, knocking the man's attack high before Terry would close the distance and slam his fist into the man's face. Twisting around and using the hold under his victim's arms, the second attack would begin as soon as the first ended. A clown's body would slam into the next attacker, taking him down hard – followed up by a step forward and a boot to the stomach. This would throw off Terry's balance enough that the third clown would seem to get to him, to slam them together. Truth was that it would only cause a controlled tumble backwards, feet raising and coupling with arms so that he could throw the poor Joker into the last two and leave them tumbling back into a pile of trashcans. (c
c) Not the most elegant performance, but it was good enough to get the job done! Rolling back to his feet Terry would turn toward Bruce, brushing off his ruined outfit as he moved toward the cane-wielding man. “The man in my head, he was older...I called him Old Man.” Explained as he moved to follow, blue eyes narrowed and glancing around – as if checking to make sure there weren't others. “He trained me, him and a man who could fly, an acrobat. Dick Grayson?” He didn't seem sure of it anymore, perhaps the memories fleeting, coming and going. “I just sorta...React.” It was the truth of the matter, Terry fought on instinct and through simple street fighting, together with what his brain remembered in flashes. “University, and sorta? Part-timer at a gym, I think?” Frowns, brows knitting. “It's been. . .Confusing, for a long time. I was hoping you'd have answers. Guess that was a bust.”
Bruce Wayne: “I see…Well, you got some skills kid…What are you going to school for? Psychology or something?” -Bruce entered the car and waited for Terry to hop into the black all interior vehicle with leather seats, a fresh scent as though the vehicle was cleaned daily. It would almost feel as though it was a rented car with its carpet freshly pressed and that new car smell to it coupled with Bruce’s cologne.- “So, tell me more about your dreams. Dick Grayson is my…Son.” -Bruce confessed though, it was a bit difficult given their relationship and its own roller coaster, though things were on a recovery between father and son, things weren’t “the way they used to be” and he didn’t think they would ever be that way again…Things change. Orange blasts of light flared over the front windshield at fast speeds as the agile car swept through center city, a familiar corner where a bus would stop just outside Wayne Tower. <c> Bruce Wayne: An advertisement billboard that was once a large massive screen made up of holographic projections and midnight blue and black faces reported daily news within Gotham. White windows replaced with glass and various mismatching colors, things weren’t as organized or uniform as they were within the dreams, life could never be so perfect and yet so corrupted, could it? As Terry answered, Terry might soon feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise as Bruce harshly turned the vehicle into an underground driveway, entering into a Wayne Enterprises garage.- Bruce Wayne: you guys = you got^
“Thanks, though I'm not sure if they're mine or...” Or born from his dreams, from those other lives that seemed to haunt him day and night alike. “Electrical Engineering and Computer Science.” He'd answer, nose wrinkling just a little. “My father...Was an Electrical Engineer, I sorta got shoved into the gig.” The way Terry said it probably made it clear he wasn't exactly thrilled about the courses – not yet anyways. Settling into the car, those blue eyes began to scan it over, to inspect the details and how clean it was. “Schway ride.” A flash of memory, a sleek black vehicle hovering off the ground, cars zooming all around as quick as jets almost. Blinking twice, the future Bat had to turn his head to focus on what the older gentleman was saying. “I...I see things, like another life. I see criminals, faces, I hear voices and names. All of it centers around a man in black, and that red logo I showed you...” Perhaps it was the flashing of passing lights, c)
c) but as Terry looked out the world seemed to change.One minute he was in that fancy sports car, the next he was zooming along, watching buildings far taller than any created in the modern era. What was holographic displays and winding curved roads opened up to a night's sky, skyscrapers went from sleek and organized, to chaotic and...Normal. What was going on with him? And not a minute too soon did he return to reality, hands gripping at the 'oh shit' handle on the door before he'd turn toward Bruce. “You, or a man like you, is the biggest person in my visions. He's telling me to do things..Guiding me, or the person I am in my dreams. He...Gave me something, and I feel...” What? That he owed the man? “He's important to me. Or him, or whoever it is...” Already he was confusing himself. Eyes were roaming, already taking in details as if he were planning to escape if needed. Habit? Perhaps. (c
c) “Thought you said we were heading to my place?” Even in the face of a strange location, he felt oddly calm around Bruce. A mistake? Maybe. (e)
Bruce Wayne: “A detour.” -Bruce parked the car and got out.- “Come on.” -Adjusting his suit jacket with two hands grasping each end he collapsed the buttons together and walked towards an elevator where he stepped inside. “Watch your step…” Meanwhile Gormon Handsaw settled into his large home just outside the city, his wife fast asleep almost the instant they arrived home, Gormon settled his body against his wife, the responsibility was tremendous, the work he would have to do and achieve, Wayne Enterprises R&D was up against STAR Labs and LexCorp, this was the biggest league and his first day started tomorrow, could he handle the job? His experience and wisdom told him, yes. A large shadow approached towards the bed, midnight sheets covered by shades of dark amethyst were soon purged with pure darkness, the shroud of evil a bald man with rows of black hair farmed across his scalp towered over the bed of Mr and Mrs. Handsaw. A defining scar over his left eye without much of a word, his shadow moved in upon Gormon Bruce Wayne: -Inside the elevator Bruce swiped his card and entered a password that would allow them to descend deeper into the R&D department.- “This part of the building has secure access, only Lucius and I can reach it.” -He waited for the trip to end before stepping out into an empty room on either side of them was about 50 feet of empty space, the design of a at bunker, Bruce turned towards the elevator wall where a computer reached out of the wall with a keypad, he tapped a few buttons that and soon a floor pad few feet away would open, a large brown square tile would open up revealing a steel case surrounding a capsule.- “I’m willing to bet, you’ve never been here before…Otherwise, I could have you arrested and thrown in jail and make the rest of your life a living hell. Right?” <c> Bruce Wayne: -Bruce walked towards the case to pop open the locks that would soon reveal a black batsuit with a bright red batsymbol upon the chest. The door to the locker stated “Storage Locker 19-99” “Lucius and I call it the Beyond Project…Look familiar?” -It would possibly all come together, images of suiting up and wearing a suit similar.- “Its…still a prototype. It’s not ready for prime time just yet.”
“If this detour involves more thugs, I'm going to have to ask for some kinda reward. Like not getting smacked in the face with a cane.” He'd mutter, hands being pushed into his pockets as he followed after Bruce. Nothing about this place was familiar – well that wasn't true, he had seen the building from outside in passing before, but...There was nothing in -those- memories about it, not yet anyways. “You're not going to have to kill me are you, keep secrets safe or whatever? Not looking to get slagged again tonight.” The comment about the fact only two men had access to the level they were going to was worrisome in itself. Was there a reason for it? Maybe the man was going to reward him somehow? “Look, if it was about the reward joke, I was kidding – I don't need anything 'cept maybe a thanks for helping you with those guys.” Helping? He had no false thoughts that he saved Bruce Wayne, no with how he handled himself Terry figured the older man could have gotten through fine. (c
c) Stepping out of the elevator those wide blue eyes would glance around, body turning as if he were trying to find something. The place looked empty, or at least it didn't seem to be some massive garage full of fancy gear or cars or anything. Eyes finally fall back upon Bruce as he spoke again, a frown touching his lips. “No, I've never even set foot inside this building, it doesn't even exist in my dreams.” No, there was only one building related to Wayne-Powers he had been in, and it wasn't this place, not at all. Finally done looking around, Terry would approach, coming to pause a polite distance away as Bruce punched numbers into a fancy computer. The sounds of locks drew his eyes to the capsule before jaw was set. There was no sound, no movement save for the rise and fall of the man's chest. The symbol, the suit...Familiar, yet different. (c
c) How many nights had he worn it, from rooftop to rooftop? How often had he been saved by one gadget or another, or allowed to perform feats that some only dreamed of doing? He was a hero in that suit, he had a purpose, a cause and calling that allowed him to make up for..For a past of crime. Swallowing down a lump in his throat Terry McGinnis would approach, right hand reaching out to try and touch, only to pause. “Electric field security.” He'd breath the words, eyes glazed and unfocused. In that moment, he was completely gone, gone away into a time and place that he belonged without knowing. “A kill switch in the cave, a way to make sure no one stole it...” Blinking once he would turn his eyes back toward Bruce, back to the world they lived in. “The symbol is the same, the look...It's almost just like what I, he flies in my dreams. Is it safe to touch?” He had no idea if there was security on it, but better safe than sorry when it came to his memories. (c
c) “And if my dreams...Are just dreams, why is this symbol here? Why..Would I even know it?” If Bruce gave permission a hand would press to that red logo, would seem to almost want to melt into it. The memories were coming and going, unfocused and unorganized. In time he would remember – assuming he got the time. (e)
Bruce Wayne: -Bruce’s hand touched the suit indicating there was no force field.- “This place doesn’t have one.” -He explained plainly shifting his gaze between the suit and Terry.- “You’re…not the first person to have told me about this kind of thing…The suit is equipped with Kryptonian microchip enhancers doubling its users strength by double. Those chins are the strongest parts of the suit; the rest of its armor is made up of a titanium spandex mesh affording agility and protection from melee weapons and firearms. Armed with an environmental mirror camouflage, electrical discharge within the belt. Detectives kit and Cryptographic sequencer. Transmitter in the cowl equipped with Detective vision, IR scope, and Night vision. Advanced heads up display and flash bang resistant cowl. Underneath the shoulders and wrists is an unfolding glide wing cape with red interior folds.” <c> Bruce Wayne: “Jet stabilizers within the boots allow anti-gravity movement and under extreme situations…a Grapnel boost within the belt. Loaded with 20 V1 folding Batarangs.” -Bruce looked at Terry once he was done describing the suits current load out and then blinked.- “I thought I should show you, but I’m not giving it to you, McGinnis. Not yet, at least. There are more things I need to do before bringing you in.” -Bruce’s eyes matched Terry’s with a blank expression.- “I just…” -Bruce looked Terry up and down.- “Didn’t want you going insane over something that was real…You know, my assistant is currently in Japan, I could use another while she is out of town.”
Terry's hand would land next to Bruce's own, taking in the feeling of something so familiar and different all at once. Was this what it was like for a double agent? Living two lives and not knowing which was reality anymore? The idea was exiting and terrifying all at once, something that he hadn't felt for as long as he could remember in his current lifetime. So many memories crashing together, so much information at once trying to make itself known to his brain – it was a chaotic storm, one that almost took Terry off of his feet. “So this one still has the wings.” Breathed out, an image of an older suit coming to life in his head, one with a glider cape. Was he disappointed? No, a cape didn't feel..Right somehow, as if he knew it wasn't his that way. Through the haze of it all one thing managed to stick out, to catch his attention. Drawing his hand away from the suit Terry would turn, blue eyes hard upon Bruce. (c
c) “I'm not the first crazy person you've had approach you about things they live in their head?” Voice and tone barely changed, a touch of anger though not so much surprise in the tone. Somehow...Somehow withholding information seemed right in a conversation with Bruce Wayne. “Well, at least there is that.” At the confession that he didn't want the boy to go insane with something that was reality. “Assistant huh? You a strict boss who expects nothing but the best I take it?” Seemed fitting to the outfit of a mult-billionare. Right hand moves out on its own in offering all the same, Terry's gaze never leaving the man's own – if he could help it. “I take the job, you at least tell me what you know about why my brain is slagged with memories. Deal?” No request to know secrets of others, of anything he didn't already know – Terry just wanted to understand. Still he couldn't help but let his eyes roam back toward the suit. (c
c) Somehow knowing it was there, just like in his dreams, almost made it impossible to walk away from. He felt pulled toward it, like it belonged to him – or maybe, maybe he belonged to it. Still, for the time being he'd play it the way the older man wanted. Then again, maybe if he and the modern-day Batman hit it off, it'd let him fill that strange hole in his life, that unsettled feeling that made day to day routine seem...Wrong.(e)
Bruce Wayne: “I expect nothing but the best…I don’t accept failure too well.” “I can’t promise you Terry, that I will find an answer…But I can give a good guess about who can give me answers. It could take days or months to reach him…He isn’t exactly on our plane of existence.” -Bruce took Terry’s hand offering a firm grip.- “Come on, I need to take you home…Can you drive?” -Bruce entered the elevator as he raced through his knowledge of Helena’s experience…A Batman that *wasn’t* him died, Selina as well…They were together married and…Helena was theirs, not his. Given Helena’s choice of career, Bruce could deduce that his counterpart was as cunning and righteous in his motives as him. <c> Bruce Wayne: Terry spoke of an older man, how much older? As Bruce stated earlier he honestly felt he could’ve been Terry’s father.- “Tell me something…Where are your parents?” -The storage locker would close sinking into the ground while the lights to the room began to shut off collapsing towards the elevator. Stepping inside he took the lift up with Terry to return back to the car.
The handshake was firm but not meant to cause pain – a sign of respect and understanding, as well as proof that a deal had been struck. “Hey, you have more to go off of than I do. Anything is one step closer to keeping me from feeling like I need to split my skull open and cut myself down the middle.” Which was pretty well just how McGinnis felt lately, more so that night, that there were two people in his head fighting to figure out which was the 'true' Terry. And honestly? He wasn't sure either were anymore. “Driving is one of the few things I do in both my dreams and real life.” He'd actually mange to chuckle as they moved back toward the elevator. The question on his parents gave the boy pause, before he'd shake his head and enter with Bruce, not answering for a long moment before finally turning toward the man. (c
c) “My mother and little brother live here in Gotham, she's a reporter – and how I got into your big party. My father...He died, in an accident where he worked.” A hand waved above them. “Probably in one of your buildings, just like this.” Yeah, in both worlds his father worked for Wayne – a strange shared fact, though... “In...In my dreams he was murdered.” It was most of what he remembered of that world, that his father was murdered and... “And that me...That me started to wear that symbol because of it.” Voice lowered and Terry's gaze would become clouded, signs that he was no doubt fighting so many mixing emotions.
Batman: Bruce raised an eyebrow listening to Terry as he glimpsed at the man and questioned. “How did he die?” Tapping the button in the elevator it would lead Bruce and Terry to the upper floors, the elevator ride would take approximately two minutes. A mind in vast understanding of quantum theorem and the universe, an infinite amount of possibilities and realities opened up. Doctor Fate and Circe afforded bits of information that were inklings barely understandable by humans. Some guessed others theorized and tried to link science with such ideas. The missing link to all of this was magic, inconceivable to most. Bold coral eyes stared into a build reflection of an elevator frame, a claustrophobic nightmare for some, a death trap to others, and another mode of transportation for most normal people. The story was always the same, tragedy of a loved one dying. <c> Batman: The cause was murder. But things are different, the differences are what made dreams seem false. That moment of Dejavu, you’ve been here before but not in this life, another has walked this path before you and one before him, and another before him, so it goes…so it goes. Bruce’s perspective of everything was becoming clearer and he understood a lot rapidly.
“The other father? He was...” The voice began and stopped just as quickly as it had started, a pause to suggest that perhaps Terry was forcing his mind to turn over the memories, to dig through the things he knew were there, yet, could not recall save in bits and pieces at random. “Murder.” The word leaves him almost as an angry hiss, a reflection of the pain and anguish suffered even though it was an entirely different life. “Powers...I remember the name Powers and Blight.” Shaking his head, the man would relent to the fact that any more information wouldn't be forthcoming – not yet. “That's really all I can remember on that. That someone named Powers and Blight were involved, and it drove me to...Well, the mantle.” It was strange to recall something that wasn't true, yet, was at the same time – beyond the grasp of the youth, yet he felt as if it made sense all the more. Constantly he felt like there were beings above them all, yet he didn't know why he knew so strongly. (c
c) Shifting in the elevator would allow Terry to turn his gaze completely to Bruce, to the rich man with the strangely familiar (yet different) air about him. “The one in this time was murdered too, by some street thugs. Seems they ended up getting arrested, the whole lot of them, thanks to the cops and Batman. At least that's what I think happened. I...Honestly don't know, the deaths are just so jumbled in my head, slagged to the point that it's a blur.” As if he wasn't allowed to remember, or simply pushed it aside by will power alone.
Batman: Bruce bit his lower lip taking in the names, Powers was the name of rivaling company specialized in chemicals and home appliances, the thought of its CEO being involved in a murder wasn’t impossible but, it was like accusing the CEO of General Electric of murder. “If your father worked for Wayne Enterprises, my computer should have a file on him. Perhaps there’s more to this case than what was initially given to the public. The doors opened and Bruce lead the way to his office. “I have a gut feeling that something isn’t right about your father’s death. McGinnis…It must’ve been a couple of years ago.” Bruce entered his office, a wealth of space with a large brown desk made of hardened oak. A gray floor with a tan patterned of a large W. A lounging couch, a couple of chairs, and an outdoor balcony made of stone. Bruce sat behind his desk and pulled up the computer files. <c> Batman: Adjusting the screen for Terry to glimpse he began scrolling through files for past records of employees. He stopped upon the file of Warren McGinnis; died after being robbed in Crime Alley by Joker Gang members. Bruce leaned back in his chair and stroked his chin curiously, entering into a deep thought as his eyes scanned over the screen of Warren’s profile. A category box would reveal a small section titled “Wayne-Power’s project” labeled “Notable career projects.” Bruce tapped the project which would reveal a joint project in 2000 between Wayne Enterprises and Powers Solutions. “I was never informed about this project…It’s over a decade old. The project was meant to find a liquid compound capable of taking shape and quickly liquidating with electricity. Similar to our Memory cloth. The results of the test were a failure as it created a highly toxic chemical that would conceal underneath the skin of its victims before killing them.”
“There is a chance, the old man always was more in the know than anyone else.” Old man? Well, it seemed some of the memories and habits had rubbed a little too hard onto his own unique soul. Following after Bruce, Terry would take his time in looking over the place, trying to put together his own memories and see if perhaps it triggered any. The result was simple, he could recall only a flash of green, and a moment of odd pride at being called a title by the elderly Bruce. Pushing that aside for the time being, he would focus on the matter at hand. “If there is anything you know, maybe it can shed more light on why he was killed, and who was behind it.” De ja vu, it hit rather hard yet again. Hardened blue eyes rest on the screen, hands resting on the desk so he could further lean and observe. “Powers Solutions,” words muttered before his gaze turned into a cold glare. A part of Terry wanted to cry out that he HAD to be behind it but he knew better. (c
c) Sometimes if it was too easy, it had to be wrong. “Are there any links between Powers and the Jokers?” Though he was trying to stay calm, his hands were balled into fists. “What happened to any of the test samples? How were they disposed of?” There was a degree of familiarity of looking at the screen, of trying to find the link between A and B...It almost felt as if he had been doing it for far too many years. The only flaw was that he was looking only at one angle, at one person who his emotions told him to go after...Right or wrong, he was still a novice.
Batman: Bruce listened to Terry’s question, and thought it was stupid on his part to assume and with a grumble Bruce would try to curb Terry from being an idiot. “This is the Wayne Enterprises computer database…not the Batcomputer or police records. Finding that evidence, I would’ve locked Powers up long ago. Powers…” Bruce said the name again as a thought came to mind. He scratched his chin and realized something. “One of the candidates for heading Wayne Enterprise’s tech division was Derek Powers. I felt that he was too young, despite his genius.” Bruce began typing up Derek Power’s profile within Wayne Enterprises and it would reveal his father still owned Powers solutions and that Derek was the selected candidate for the joint operation of a recent projects. Bruce took in the first intelligent thing in a while that came from Terry, <c> Batman: What did happen to the test results? Bruce searched but, found that the information was placed in separate storage facilities. “These are some secretprojects in Wayne Enterprises. Gorman Handshaw should be aware of what they’re about. But…I’m skeptical. He may be in the dark and not know what is going on.” Bruce stroked his chin. “I’ll give him a call; it shouldn’t be too late…” It would be a minute that Bruce’s phone rang for Handshaw but, no answer came. Bruce’s chin would stiffen before his body came to stand up. “Something is wrong…Call it a detectives sense…I need you to suit up.”
Terry was brash, emotionally driven and tended to rush in without thought a lot of the times, but there was a seed planted under all of that, a bit of proof that with the right time and proper guidance, he would grow into a fine young detective himself. “You would have, if you had known about any of this from the start.” Terry would shoot back, before growing quiet, focusing on what he could of Bruce's line of thought. The name Derek Powers sent off another wave of emotions in him, another want to lash out – but this time he would keep his mouth shut, jaw clenched to show just how hard he was clamping down on his own voice. It was no surprise to find out there were secrets in Wayne Enterprises – after all he had just witnessed some himself – but the fact that this whole thing linked back to an aged project even Bruce hadn't been first made aware of felt off. Or was it the fact his father was a part in all of it? (c
c) Standing straight, Terry would turn his attention (and aggression) to trying to look around, to take in the office itself. It gave his mind time to turn things over, to try and find more details that he had perhaps missed in just talking with Bruce. Of course, all of that came to a stop when Bruce stood. Eyes fixed back on the other and Terry was ready to ask a question, when he was hit with words that he hadn't expected to hear. “Suit...up...” He'd say them slowly, as if he didn't believe them; yet his body was left with a rush of adrenaline at the same time. Ah being so mixed up. “Hey, I'm all for helping find out who may have been involved with my father's murder but...” But what? Hadn't he done it time after time in those dreams that felt of reality? So far everything that has happened since meeting Bruce in person betrayed the fact that those dreams were real to a degree – so wasn't this what he had always done? (c
c) Shaking his head, he'd turn a more determined gaze toward the older man, steeling himself for what was to come. “If we do this, if someone hand a hand in my father's murder, we're going to make sure they're taken down, right?” He knew the answer, deep down Terry knew how all this worked but...He wanted to make sure, to know that this Bruce was the same as the one in his dreams. “Behind bars, locked away, getting what they deserve.” Murder? No, no Terry's revenge wasn't cold blooded – he wanted justice to be done.
Batman: “McGinnis, I gave you a promise down stairs. I don’t need you being emotionally compromised now. We don’t assume facts about people from alternate universes. The Derek Power’s from your world is *not* the Derek Powers of this one.” Bruce’s tone was deep and full of conviction as he stared at Terry. “I need to check out Gorman. Make sure he made it home after tonight’s celebration. You need to check out that Warehouse. Batman needs to be in two places, got it? While I know what that suit can do…I’m not capable of handling it just yet. And there’s no time for us to take you to the Batcave.” Bruce reached into his desk and pulled out a pass card and handed it to Terry on a lanyard. “Take this. Go into the basement and suit up. Then head over to Conyard Street and check out that warehouse for evidence of the Wayne-Powers project.” <c> Batman: Bruce began walking out of the office towards the elevator, if Terry followed Bruce would look at his watch, making note of the current time of 11:03pm. His mind focused on the job as Handshaw was likely in danger, or the man was a prime suspect in this case. The death of Warren McGinnis was appeared to have loose ends and all too shady regarding its circumstances. Bruce entered the parking lot and got into his car to race towards Wayne Manor.
Terry took the berating rather well, jaw set and his gaze never leaving Bruce's own. The man was right, and he knew it – there was a job to be done, and no matter if it was his first time or his last, he would see it through. A hand moved to take the card on the lanyard, pointedly tucking it against his palm and sticking hands into his pockets. “Conyard Street, warehouse. I'm on it.” Of course Terry would be a step behind Bruce, waiting until they were in the elevator before he spoke again. “I guess I'll get to see just how much of me is in that suit already.” Once Bruce was out and on his way to the car, Terry would head lower, putting that keycard to work in getting back to the suit. Only once it was revealed would he pause, letting that beautiful red bat sink in. Reaching out he would brush his fingers over the suit, before shaking his head. “Different. Same. Doesn't matter, this one is gonna be mine.” (c
c) Perhaps it was a bit of a large assumption to think he'd be made the owner of such an expensive and advance piece of technology, more so one with such a legend behind it, but better to have your head into the game than to doubt yourself and your purpose. Suiting up was a trick in itself, trying to get use to the slight weight increase and the feeling of being in the suit. Terry would take a few minutes to get use to moving around in it, before finding a way out. Once free he would waste little time in taking off, putting the boots to work to get to the first rooftop. Landing was a tumble and required work, but soon enough he was running from rooftop to rooftop, a grin plastered to his features as he traveled.
Batman: At the Warehouse there were guards patrolling around the outside parameter equipped with security vests and pistols on their hips. The facility itself held a large building with three smaller connected buildings, which had approximately 12 to 18 rooms in each building with four primary hallways. The large warehouse itself contained two separate rooms one for testing and the other for storage. An upper level catwalk permitted movement in the storage section while a small ventilation shaft allowed access to the testing room via vents. Bruce would arrive at the Wayne Manor and immediately head into the batcave where he would suit up and then head to Handshaw’s house.
Still getting use to the suit, Terry would land less than gracefully onto a roof near the warehouse. Moving to the edge he would settle in, letting the HUD do it's job in switching over to binoculars as well as night vision. Each guard was noted, their path and line of sight taken down. “Sneaking in. Sneaking in. How did I use to do it in my dreams.” Words barely breathed out as he felt around the suit, trying to remem—Ah! Cloaking, that was how he did it! But, that wasn't something the suit had was it? “Guess I'll do it the old fashioned way until I figure it all out.” The current Batman did it, didn't he? Snuck around using a suit and skills, instead of relying on nothing but technology. Taking a breath the futuristic Batman would vault over the side, landing in a roll to ensure he managed to stay hidden in the shadows. He wasn't yet at the Warehouse, and was out of patrol range of the guards – good, that would come in handy. (c
c) From shadow to shadow he would slip, putting the suit's camo to work as well as the slight adjustments it made to his movements. Honestly it felt more like the suit knew what to do, that it was putting his thoughts to actions. 'Way schway.' The thought teased his mind, but he wouldn't dare speak. Working to the back side of the large Warehouse, he would call on another of the suit's abilities – grappling. The soft sound of the tool firing was the only noise Terry made as he went soaring upward and onto the roof. Though not the most skilled, he had enough sense to pick a point on the roof where the ventilation shaft had been. Though he wasn't aware that it lead into the room he wanted, it did cover his shadow and make it far harder for those on the grounds to play 'shoot the intruder.'
Batman: Batman arrived at the house and studied the cars in the driveway; he made his way into the home and came to stand before the bedroom where Gorman and his wife rested in their bed, dead. Batman narrowed his eyes and began studying the crime scene. “McGinnis. I’ve arrived at the home of Handshaw…He and his wife are dead. My Detective vision is picking up a faint trace of foot prints…” Batman kneeled and examined the traces of radiation. “They’re lightly eradiated. Be careful and make sure you turn of the suits radiation sensor.”
The voice suddenly in Terry's head would make him jump – a shock to say the least! Calming himself he would reach up to place a hand on the communicator he knew was in the cowl, right where it had been in his dreams. Some things were the same, which would help in the times to come. “Radiation. Blight.” The name was nagging on his brain, though he doubted such a being would exist without Batman having some knowledge of it. “It can't be though...” Releasing the button he would move toward that ventilation shaft and climb up, hands resting on the top before he'd look down in. There wasn't anyone exactly below, so that would help him get in where he wanted to be. Taking an extra minute to make sure that the radiation sensor was activated and the HUD knew to keep him informed of any sort of spike, he would climb back up. The suit's increased strength came in handy, and it only took a single pull to remove the guard grates before he was dropping in. (c
c) Hanging on he would land softly in the shaft, before sliding backward to make sure he fit. “Great, expensive suit and left crawling.” Still the vents were the best way to go about it for the time being, and gave him a great view of the room below. The suit's display would point out anyone in the testing room, as well as give him an idea of what was where. Reaching up he would tap the cowl once more. “I'm inside of what looks like some type of lab. Going to see if it connects to any type of storage.” of course the words were barely a whisper. “What's the next course of action with Handshaw and his wife down?” Though he had his own mission, Terry was going to keep tabs on Bruce as well – just in case they had a situation and lost contact, was best to know what the others' last point was.
Batman: Batman studied the bodies. “The bodies have been strangled. The neck marks indicate that the killer has muscular and strong. Hardly fitting of Derek Power’s body type and build. Keep your eyes open for someone who may fit the profile. I’m on my way to you now.” Terry’s suit would immediately spike with radiation readings as he entered the vent, he was safe with the levels of radiation around him but the atmosphere was full of particles. Inside the lab there were all sorts of sealed metal containers with hazardous labels as well four laboratory computers behind a large thick sheet of glass. McGinnis would spot ten people moving in and out of the laboratory wearing lab coats carrying containers to begin examining. Scanners would reveal a green residue with a bright neon glow.
The indication grabbed his attention right away, and almost made him want to get his backside out of there – were it not for the fact he trusted the suit and knew it would warn him when the exposure levels were too high and it was time to leave. “Only people I see so far are scientists. The radiation levels are pretty thick here, and there is a strange green substance – radioactive itself by the look of it.” He'd warn, figuring it best that the older Batman know just exactly what he'd be coming into with his current gear. Releasing his cowl, Terry would begin to crawl forward, trying to get a better vantage point of the lab. He continued to move, watching those working as well as focusing the suit's HUD on the different containers. 'Wasn't the warehouse suppose to be for storage? Wonder if there are any records of experiments going on...' The thought fueled him forward, stopping as he reached the end of one area of the vents. (c
c) Directly below were some of the containers, and behind them the wall. Not wanting to make a sound, the man would shift the bars, tugging slowly until they came free inside of the vents. Setting it aside he would slip out, landing in a crouch within the darkness near those containers. Eyes darted from the HUD always informing him of the radiation levels, back toward the people in lab coats. What was he doing?! Trying to get a better view, to see what type of experiments were going on.
Batman: A sudden screech of steam would most likely cause McGinnis to be startled as it was abrupt and came from a machine that would seem to be underneath the vent and to his left. The scientists approached a testing box and analyzed it. “its resistance has improved but, subject is not reacting well to treatment.” It was then the doors opened and two men entered. Derek Powers and a large man with a scar over his eye. The doctors turned their attention. “Doctor, when will my project be complete? I need something of substance for our humble customers and they aren’t being very patient.” “Mr. Powers, we’re trying but, before we release such a substance we need to study further.” “What is there to study? I gave you everything you need.” “We need more--…” Derek would grab the Doctor by the collar “My blood is all you need. Now make it work!” <c> Batman: “Mr. Powers…” Derek’s expression would turn fridge and cold. “Doctor, you have met Mr. Fixx, yes?” the scarred man gripped the Doctor’s shoulder. “Let’s do some testing, shall we?” Derek pointed at two doctors. “Prepare the testing chamber. Show our guest to it, Mr. Fixx.” Mr. Fixx pushed the Doctor backwards and then grabbed the only female doctor and threw her into the testing room. Derek would examine his nails. “I believe she is the most useless among your numbers. Doctor, activate the radiation. Unless you care to join her…”
The screech of steam would have the future Batman jerking backward, trying to keep away from it. “What are they doing.” He'd breath out, eyes locking onto those entering the room. Derek Powers...A large man...And suddenly, that twisting feeling in his gut returned. A hand moved to the cowl, pressing lightly. “Derek Powers is here.” He'd breath out. “And some large man with a scar over an eye. They're...Oh slaggit!” He'd cut the transmission as soon as he realized what was happening. Perhaps it was a bad idea, but there was no way he was going to let someone have god-knew-what happen to them while he hid away. “Let's hope I remember...” A twist of his wrist would call on one of the folding Batarangs, eyes and HUD scanning around. A wire, he had to find something, anything, to cause a problem and try not to get discovered. After a tense moment he would spot a bundle toward the roof, his breath catching before he'd once more twist his wrist and launch the weapon. (c
c) There was no way of knowing what the bundle would do, what would happen if it were cut, but he was hoping that at the very least it would cause a distraction, and prolong the young woman's life. Already he was moving, trying to keep to the shadows behind containers and attempting to get himself to a better position. 'The old man is going to slag me. I was suppose to stay put.' But there was no way he'd be able to face himself to let someone get killed on his watch, not if he could prevent it.
Batman: “McGinnis! Report!” Batman would growl as the batarang would slice into the wires and caused the door to roll with thunder as emergency locks engaged sealing the door. Derek looked behind him to the door and then growled. “Mr. Fixx, open the door. Now!” Derek began walking towards the back room to operate the computers. The testing chamber would suddenly light up with bright green as the woman began slamming her fist against the screen. Mr. Fixx ripped open the security panel and began attempting to unlock the door. The Doctors would simply watch as their colleague was about to be exposed to intensive amount radiation. Batman was in the ventilation shaft, if he jumped into the room he would’ve been spotted by many of the doctors who would gasp. “Who is that? It looks like Batman!”
He had been spotted! Slaggit all, he'd go to try and save the woman! Hands hit the barrels and he'd push himself over, landing in a roll and coming up with batarangs in hand. Terry was moving toward where he had seen Derek Powers go. That had to be the control unit, right? Twisting around as he would launch one of the batarangs at the screen where he had seen the woman go. There was no way for the future Batman to know exactly what the batarangs were able to do, but based on his memories at least one type had been explosive from the earliest days of the suit coming into his possession – and that's what he was hoping he had just thrown. The purpose wasn't to hurt the woman, but to bust open the device and give her a way out while Terry focused on trying to get to that control unit. Any of the scientists who tried to get in his way would find an open palm hitting them in the sternum, or the young man sailing over and around them. (c
c) Right then his only goal was to get to that room and stop Powers.
Batman: The batarang from Batman Beyond would crack into the thick glass of the testing chamber but, not shatter it. The Doctors would remain out of his way and point at the glass. “Don’t shatter it! You’ll flood the room with radiation if he stars up the reactor.” As McGinnis approached Derek backed away from the controls. “Don’t hurt me! Save her before she dies.” Derek would let Batman Beyond weigh the options of saving the hostage or stopping Derek. Derek would rush past Batman Beyond . “Did you open the door yet? Let me do it!” Mr. Fixx would turn his attention to Batman Beyond and grin as he moved towards Batman Beyond while he was most likely distracted with the computer. Mr. Fixx would swing his arm at Batman’s head attempting to deck him across the room.
The crack would have to do for the time being, as Terry was on the war path to try and get to Derek Powers. Of course once he was there the business man would put the future Batman in a hard position – either take out his own anger, or work on saving the hostage. Of course the choice was obvious, and Terry's attention focused back toward the computer console. “Slaggit.” He'd hiss, moving to try and find out a way to let the woman scientist free before anyone could start up the strange reactor. It was a rookie mistake to get so focused on one task, and there was no old man in a cave watching his back to warn him. Still Terry did manage to catch movement in time to try and brace himself. The blow would connect, suit absorbing what it could, and Terry was left hitting his back to the wall. Still, he was conscious and able to fight, senses reeling from the blow all the same. 'Shouldn't hurt this bad.' The voice reminded him, his body and that suit ready. (c
c) He wasn't yet moving from the wall though, almost waiting to see if Mr. Fixx would move in on him, observing the other and laying a trap – he looked as if perhaps he had been kocked senseless or out cold.
Batman: A grin formed across Mr. Fixx’s face. “What are you supposed to be? Bat-Man? You look like a rat to me. Small, fragile…” Mr. Fixx would attempt to pick Batman Beyond up from his throat and lift the smaller frame into the air so that Batman Beyond was level with him. Mr. Fixx was a hulking man who was approximately 6’5” and roughly 260 lbs. A scar over his eye would indicate he was an experienced man who had earned his stripes from such a frightening wound. “So easy I could *break* you.” If Batman Beyond was picked up, Mr. Fixx would wind up his right hand to punch Beyond in the face a three times and then throw Beyond into the wall. The reactor hummed and soon the lead Doctor ran to the computer to open door to the chamber while shutting down the reactor.
Hulking and strong, experienced in combat – something Terry lacked in this world – however there was a weapon that McGinnis knew he could use in such a situation, and he had been waiting for the hulking man to get in close enough. Soon as Mr. Fixx started to lift him, Terry would flick a finger to his belt to activate the electrical discharge throughout the suit. Not waiting to see exactly what effect it would have, Terry would shove his feet forward, trying to slam them into the man's body and knock him down, while freeing the future Batman to flip back onto his feet. The chances of the fight being over so simply weren't known to Terry, however until he saw Mr. Fixx go down and stay down, the boy was going to stay alert and ready to move, to fight.
Batman: Mr. Fixx screamed as his body was electrocuted, his veins became beat red as the rest of his skin began to react with an overdose of heat. Swiftly Mr. Fixx released Batman Beyond all too late as McGinnis’ legs kicked him backwards and he stumbled onto the ground. He shivered for a moment and then leaned up off the floor and glared at Batman Beyond. “You son of a bitch!” He reached to his hip, underneath a trench coat he revealed a revolver .44 magnum that he would blast towards McGinnis. Derek would bypass the door and unlock it for his escape leaving the room behind and for Mr. Fixx to deal with newest Batman problem.
There was no time for Terry's mind to grasp what the suit could do, no time for anything as Mr. Fixx seemed ready to fight just as quick as the future Batman did. The suit, he had to remember what the suit had, what wasn't from his dreams. Two things stuck out in his mind – enhanced strength, and the fact firearms would have trouble with the armor. Pushing off as the larger man drew his weapon, Terry would try to twist to the side of the fired weapon, aiming so that if he did get hit the bullet would take an arm instead of a life-threatening organ. The twist wasn't just to help avoid the bullet, but also opened up space for him to launch a third batarang, this time at the hand wielding the gun. Unlike the Earth Two incarnation, this Terry McGinnis wasn't as well trained, wasn't in practice and still was learning; he also lacked the backup of the more advanced gadgets and elder mind of Bruce Wayne. This all made his combat more sloppy, clumsy, but still oddly effective.
Batman: The gun shot, the roar of a tyrannosaurus rex would startle the group of scientists as McGinnis leapt and dodged, a ricocheting bullet would prick the back of his shoulder with nothing more than push back as the bullets fired bounced around the room twice or so before falling to lack of momentum. Mr. Fixx could feel his grip loosen as the folding blade of a battle ask shaped shuriken slashed the barrel of the gun and sliced his hand, blood would splash onto the wall and onto Mr. Fixx’s pants but, it did not stop Mr. Fixx from swinging his massive leg to swipe underneath Batman Beyond attempting to drop the pillars holding up the younger man’s frame. If he was successful, Mr. Fixx would pile himself onto Beyond and begin strangling him. “No. More. Games! You die now and I will hang you from Wayne Tower!”
The blow to the shoulder was felt, and it was enough to take Terry's aim off, to leave an opening for Mr. Fixx to take him off of his feet. Down he goes, weight knocking the air out of his lungs and hand upon his throat. “You just...Don't learn...” The future Batman would manage to get out, before putting that suit to work. A quick thought would have Terry firing the boots up, trying to send them skidding across the floor toward the wall. If it worked he would angle his right foot down, enough to flip him upside-down (legs toward the air) and put Mr. Fixx between him and the hard surface, letting momentum power them into it. Hand would be ready to hit the floor, so that instead of hitting the wall and sliding he could catch himself. Hopefully it would be enough to knock the hold free, and if so Terry would push off and send himself tumbling out of reach. (c
c) 'Any time you want to show up Bruce.' The thought teased his mind, trying to keep himself ready for the big guy's attack should he come again.
Batman: Mr. Fixx’s grip loosened as he felt himself moving with no effort on his part, the rockets were capable of sustaining a total weight capacity of 425, their weight mass combine was grinding against its limitations without the gliding wings to compensate. Mr. Fixx slammed into the wall and groaned as he hit the floor seemingly unconscious. The doctors would approach McGinnis hesitantly. “Uh…What do we do if he wakes up?” would be the words of the lead scientist; the group seemed most frightened of the man. Batman’s voice would speak to McGinnis finally “McGinnis, report. Where are you?” The Batpod would stop just outside the warehouse and Batman would use his grappling hook to reach the rooftop.
Chest rose and fell as Terry managed to free himself, a hand moving to grasp at his throat as he tried to assess just how much damage had been done. The suit had done its job well in keeping the wearer safe, however some bruises would probably already be forming. The voices caused the future Batman to look up, before he'd turn his attention back to Mr. Fixx. “Just stay back.” He'd tell the scientists, right hand moving up to press on the cowl. “Inside the lab, side with the air shaft. Powers got away, but we have proof on what was going on here. And there is a big guy, Mr. Fixx.” He'd answer, still moving over to the larger man. He would watch over, ready to lash out as needed. “This suit have handcuffs?” He'd question, a bit of his smirk in his voice. First time and he had managed to hold his own, and take down someone – felt pretty good, soreness aside.
Batman: As McGinnis asked the question, his heads up display would reveal an inventory list, his eyes would be capable of seeing all of his gadgets on him, the system immediately scrolled down to the handcuffs and suddenly gears within the back of the suit prepared the handcuffs, a compact and folding set of handcuffs loaded just above his butt. A shape of a single hook that would unfold and reveal a bat-shaped handcuff. Batman would arrive in the room within minutes. He approached towards the other Batman and examined the scene. Tapping his helmet he analyzed the shoes of Mr. Fixx.” Dosed with the same radiation found at Handshaws house. It would appear Mr. Fixx is our killer.”
“Schway.” He'd mutter as the suit was one step ahead of him – oh yeah, he was going to have to get use to all of this. Taking the cuffs Terry would move on Mr. Foxx, handcuffing his arms behind his back, doing anything he could to make sure the big man would be at least somewhat restrained should he wake up. Bruce's approach would draw the future Batman's gaze, his features calm – that smirk already gone. A small victory meant little in the bigger scheme of things, and he had already had his moment of pride. “Derek Powers was involved in this operations.” He'd add, his head tipping so he could nod at some of the scientists. “He was about to use a machine on one of them, as an experiment. Not sure exactly what they're trying to do, but...” He figured if anyone would be able to piece together what the equipment was used for, the original Batman would be the man for the job.
Batman: Batman turned to the scientists. “What are you hired to work on?” “We were originally hired to work on a new chemical agent research. It was a routine job, before…You know…Mr. Powers get involved at a personal level. He gave us a sample of his blood to use for our experiments with this powerful radioactive agent. With previous samples the agent would destroy human blood cells, but…With Mr. Powers blood involved…it--it molded to his, they became fused together. I didn’t understand it at first but, it appears to me like a passive possibility for a cure to cancer is within Mr. Powers blood. A human cell immune to radiation poisoning is…a scientific miracle and who would pass up an opportunity like this. Then things changed, we were suddenly threatened to keep working, our families threatened…we’re scientists not criminals.”
While Batman was working on talking to the scientists, Batman Beyond would work to keep an eye on everyone present. He didn't need anyone running out to cause more problems, or perhaps spring some devious security trap. Still the youth would listen, paying attention as best he could do the conversation. After he heard about Powers threatening them he would turn, a frown visible even with the mask on. “What did the research change to? He threw a scientist in that machine...What is it suppose to do when it works right?” He figured if they knew the purpose of the machine, it may help put clues together on what Power's end goal was – though he still had that strange name teasing his tongue, almost begging to be spoken.
Batman: “The machine was designed to fully fuse the radiation into a living organism. We’re weeks away from testing with animals and months away from testing with people. Mr. Powers wanted us to study with human testing as of recently, he’s been worried that our research is falling behind.” “I’m shutting down this research project. Call 9-11.” “But, we’re not permitted to due to our contract…” Batman picked up a office phone within the room and dialed 911 then handed the phone over. “Then talk to them. Might want to hurry, those handcuffs may not hold him…” Batman’s tone was referencing Mr. Fixx’s arms wrestled by the handcuffs. Batman looked at Batman Beyond. “Lets go.” Pulling out his grappling gun he shot up towards the vents and crawled through them for his escape from the scene.
There was little for the suit-wearing Terry to do at that moment except observe. It was a strange sensation two-fold; being there wearing the mantle of Gotham's famous Dark Knight (even if it was a loaner), as well as feeling more of a sidekick. Worlds blended, memories twisted together and caused the young man's heart to twist. “Creating living radioactive weapons.” Barely muttered words, before he'd turn toward Batman. “Right.” Firing of his boots he would grab onto the vents and climb out, following Batman's lead. Once outside he would rub at his throat, turning his attention toward his boss slash mentor. “Where are we headed to now, Batman?” The night was still young(ish) and there was a feeling of unrest in the young once-hero. They couldn't leave things like they were, could they?
Batman: “No…Our next objective is to find Derek Powers.” Batman narrowed his gaze at the parking lot and then he leapt from the rooftops and fired his grappling hook again reeling him towards another building. Batman would arrive in the Bat pod and begin tapping into the computer within the Bat pod. “Powers has 4 or 5 other projects like this one. Our mission tonight will be to shut them down. There are two nearby. Are you able to continue going?” Batman much like the younger counter part had lost track of time as they had been out here for some time. Though the night was young, usual hours for McGinnis’ return had been past. Batman’s eyes scanned the computer screen. “One specializes in sonic waves another is…a chemical production plant. Which do you want?”
While Batman relied on the grappling gun, Beyond was working to get control of his boots, practicing by going from rooftop to rooftop using only them and the wings folded under his arms. By this point in the night, the man landed as if he had been using them a lot longer than he honestly had been. “Derek Powers...” He'd breath the name, easy to tell by just how it was said what the opinion of that person was. “Sonic waves, chemical production...” Images flashed before his eyes, faces without names. A hand moved up to cover his mask, as if to stifle a yawn though no such noise came. “Yeah, I'm good – always been a bit of a night owl.” Mostly due to the fact he had been a troubled youth at one point. “Though, I should probably call home, just to let her know I'm alive.” His mother would be worried sick, more so since he vanished at such a big event. (c
c) “I'll take care of that in flight though.” Stubborn, brash, and putting Gotham first – some habits died hard, even in another world. “The chemical plant would probably be best considering the equipment on hand.” Head tips as he looks at the Bat pod, before turning toward the rooftops. “Just tell me where I'm headed, or send the coordinates to the HUD, and I'll go check it out.” Perhaps it was due to the adrenaline, the excitement, but he felt completely at home with what he was doing. Besides, Gotham had always been most schway after hours.
Batman: “The next location should be on your map. I’ll return back to the cave and see what information I can dig up.“ The next chemical plant would have heavy security with multiple men patrolling around carrying submachine guns. The area was relatively industrialized with large chain fences. The facility would be a flat building that stretched about two city blocks in length having a height of 4 stories tall at its height points where for the most part it was around 2 or 3 stories tall. Batman arrived at the bat bunker to access a computer. By the time both reached their destinations Batman was already accessing the files for the facility. “According to the file, the facility has a laser sensor and the doors are isolation protected. Stepping through the building will be difficult if you try and use the doors. The laser sensors can be manipulated using your cloaking device.
“I'm on it.” The answer was simple, already he was pulling up the HUD's map and moving toward the end of the building. Jumping off the boots would be activated and wings unfolded. Flying was a unique experience, one that he had treasured in his dreams even without knowing they were reality. Now that he could do it himself? Well, Terry was in raw heaven! This was reason enough to keep fighting, just to enjoy the feeling of riding the winds like some type of shadow. It wasn't long before Terry was landing on a rooftop near to the factory. Bruce's voice in his ear let the young man know just what he was going into. Hand on the side of the cowl, the electronic vision was put to work, trying to get a feel for the ground patrols on scene. “Cloaking device...” He'd repeat the words, reaching down toward his belt. “We talking completely invisible or...?” (c
c) It was another thing about the two memories that were clashing – though this time luckily he couldn't even remember how the 'cloaking' ability of his dreams worked. Either way, he would be finding out just what the suit could do tonight. “The vision through the cowl should let me see the lasers...” He sounded unsure. “I'll try to go in through the rooftop, and avoid triggering anything I can.”
Batman: “Your cowls detective vision should help you identify any dangers that you may encounter. I’m also monitoring your system from here. According to the manifest the lead researcher is a man named Abel Cuvier. Hmm…” Batman spoke curiously and then continued. “He has quite the resume. He has a few degrees in molecular biology and a PHD. He is also accused of running a Drug dealing operation. Police files indicate his students have been busted for meth lab charges but, nothing significant to tie to him. Parents accuse him of brain washing their children. His PHD was written about gene splicing; the combining of two separate species into a third species. It only seems natural that Derek Powers would want a man like Cuvier working for him.”
“Detective vision...” Terry couldn't help but mutter the words, trying to wrap his head around the information. Pushing it aside until he needed it (which would probably be sooner than the lad realized) Terry would try to focus in on everything Batman was telling him. “Splicers.” The word was spoken, though before his brain had time to wrap around the fact he was speaking. Something about brain washing also teased the back of his head, another memory, but it was too faint to grasp onto and really bring to the surface. “He sounds like a real dreg. I take it the cops haven't found enough to keep him behind bars?” The future Batman had yet to move in on the chemical plant, taking his time to observe the patrols on hand, to watch where they were moving and how long they stood in place. 'Really would rather try not to get shot, bulletproof or not.' The thoughts caused head to shake before he'd get himself to focus. (c
c) Finally finding what he wanted, boots would kick off of the opposite building, arms spreading to unfold the wings kept normally hidden to allow him to glide in. Once close enough a shot from his grappling gun would carry him onto the rooftop, taking the highest point for the time being. Hand reaches up to activate the detective vision he had been told about, taking a moment to get use to it as he looked around. “The area is pretty heavily watched, and I doubt armed men would be too friendly to a strange man wandering the rooftops.” He'd speak over the cowl's communicator, moving to the edge of the roof before dropping down quietly onto a lower point. “I'm going to try and go in through another ventilation system. Seems the least secured route at the moment.”
Batman: Batman looked over the computers and took in what his future counterpart spoke of. “Sounds like Powers alerted them to our presence. They’re going to be careful and hope they can stop you. I suggest keeping an eye out for vantage points, plan your next moves before making them.” As the guards patrolled around the facility inside Abel Cuvier stood before a test chamber holding injections. “Graciously provided by delicate research, we have some test products that should be useful for tonight we will have the opportunity to reap the benefits of our hard. Ladies and gentlemen I introduce to you The Hyena!” Stabbing the first man with the needle he injected the man who suddenly began to chuckle and gag as his skin tainted brown and gray. Hair grew along his spine and sharp teeth grew within his jaw. Clawed hands and a hunch back.<c> Batman: The muscular structure of the man would reshape causing his blue shirt to rip and appear more like a vest. His legs deformed even. Cuvier would smirk; his tall and thin stature would raise its arm towards his chin with a pleased expression. “Excellent…who wants to go next?” He would inject three more people transforming one into a Cheetahwoman, another into a Hawkman, and another into a Snakeman. “Excellent my children…but lets not forget these gifts are not just ours…we must share with the world. We must make it our duty to help Gotham release their inner beast, for a price of course.”
Villainess: In another part of the warehouse a shadow without a form stalked along the wall. The shadow could hear the demonstration being made by one of the test chambers. For some reason the shadow shivered a little and paced a bit more in it's stalking. It didn't like experiments. I couldn't remember why, just that it was an awful thing. And then it heard something, a subtle sound, but it was near the section it was patrolling the side that couldn't be covered as easily on the outside. The shadow seemed to peel right off the wall and gained mass and shape rounding out into the shape of a black oil drum resting under one of the vents from the ventation pipe above. Waiting and wondering about that sound. (d)
“If they want to stop me, they're going to have to look up more.” What was it about criminals and not watching the rooftops? Then again, the young Bat-in-training wasn't aware of another shadow-like being inside – a far more dangerous foe than the last he had fought against. Perhaps if he were a touch more seasoned, Terry would have questioned the lack of guards on the rooftops and probably been extra cautious, but right then he was more worried about the folk on the ground, and making sure he wasn't spotted. “Getting in through the ground floor would take a miracle.” He'd mutter, unknown if communicating through com or just thinking out loud. Dropping down onto another of the lower sections of the rooftop Terry would look up, frowning a bit as he stared at the ventilation pipes, before going back toward the grate. “Guess we'll have to go in the dirty way.” (c
c) For some reason he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand, felt uneasy and like something was amiss. All this security, and nothing really watching him on the rooftop? Another rookie mistake in dismissing it as luck perhaps. Reaching out those gloved hands would almost touch the bars of the opening before pausing. Reaching up he would reactivate that detective vision, trying to make sure there wasn't a trap waiting in the form of an electrical shock, or sensors.
Batman: Detective vision would’ve detected Inque, if she was would direct visual sight, but there were two flaws within his vision; it wasn’t searching for Inque’s molecular structure and didn’t recognize Inque as a living organism thus rendering her in all forms as just an object or fluid as she shape shifted. It would be happen stance that as Terry pondered about rooftop security two men spoke “Seriously, we have to check the rooftops?” “Hey in this city, you don’t know what could be on the roof. Could be a dead body, could be Catwoman, maybe Huntress.” “Huntress? Oh-man what I’d like to do with her.” “Hey, you hear something? Quiet down.” Both men arrived on the rooftop aiming flash lights to search the darkness. They began slowly walking around searching for any activity. <c> Batman: Batman searched the warehouse schematics and spoke “McGinnis, there is a maintence entrance by a rooftop ladder…” Batman turned his attention to see that Terry’s suit detected both approaching men. “Those patrolmen just used it to get up to the roof.” Batman’s voice softened in an attempt to be quiet. Inside the Cheetah and Hyena would sniff. Abel would grin. “The world is full of new scents. If the Batman shows up, I want you both to get a good sniff, we don’t want him escaping, do we?” Abel reached to the keyboard of a computer to type and gaze across a computer monitor. “Ah…Just what we needed. Perhaps we shall see which the Caped Crusader more closely relates…Man or…Bat.” Abel pulled out a drug marked “Bat splice”
Villainess: The Oil Drum just sat under the vent like an Oil Drum. Waiting, watching, listening. The Drum heard a noise in the vent above. It would smile inwardly, it had heard a sound on the roof earlier. Someone was coming down. It subtly shifted so it was right under the vent. Looking like a convenient step down. It heard the researcher and it's new pets and felt some bad emotions, it didn't like this, but as of now it didn't care. It had more important things to wait for.
Voices? Hands moved completely away from the entrance to the ventilation system, the future Batman moving to the left to try and keep the beam of light off of his body. Pushing himself against the vent system he would crouch down, using the duct as a sort of makeshift cover. 'Let's hope the cloaking device on this suit works...' Reaching to his belt Terry would try to activate the system, before remaining as still as possible, listening to Bruce speak without responding; for obvious reasons. The two men were an obstacle to say the least, though McGinnis already knew what to do. Assuming the cloaking device had done its job, Terry would wait until the two men were close, backs to him, before rising from the shadows, arms reaching out to let hands snatch heads and bring them together. A double silent takedown? Well that was the goal! (c
c) If the men went down Terry would push them up against the vent system before moving toward the side of the building, eyes scanning carefully to find the rooftop ladder. “Found it. Going in now.” Moving as quickly as he dare along the ladder, Terry would vanish just inside the maintenance entrance, detective vision once more activated to try and see just what he was getting himself into.(e)
Batman: As the guards fell, Cheetah’s ears twitched and so she slipped off without a word. Abel’s eyes narrowed and then gestured to the snakeman. “Search the parameter; make sure there aren’t any intruders.” Abel picked up his phone to dial. “My people think there’s something going on here…I’m having them check out the situation. No, I don’t need back up…After my people get through with him, all of Gotham will be craving for splicing.” Abel hung the phone up and then armed a pistol as his gaze shuffled around the room. Batman studied the layout of the building from within the batcomputer, a second computer monitor fed Batman the detective vision feed and information. “Remember your mission. Find a computer and download as much information you can. Don’t try to clean up the place alone, who knows what else Powers has in his arsenal.”
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