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 Dec 16, 2013 19:45:34 GMT -5
#6 War Games Story By: BatmanHeroes: Batman, Batgirl II, Red Robin, Catwoman, Nightwing, Robin, Black Canary, Lady Blackhawk, Huntress, Oracle, Orpheus, Onyx, Red Hood, Spoiler Villains: Black Mask, The Penguin, Deadshot, Lynx, Deathstroke, Salvatore Maroni, Aquista, The Monegasque, Killer Croc, Ventriloquist II, Two-Face, Firefly, Hush, Prometheus, Joker, Harley Quinn, Falcone, Rupert Thorne, Roland Dagget, Catman, The Great White Shark, Doctor Death, Hellhound, Plot: The word spread through the streets like a virus, Gotham's criminal leaders gathered for some unknown purpose. To kill the Batman once and for all? To pull off the mother of all heists? Perhaps an alliance that would finally unite Criminal activity against the Law Enforcement? No one would know, but what was known was the chaos that happened from it. Guns were fired and mafia leaders were killed. At least eight dead bodies were found with their identities concealed by the police. Criminals would get the word that every crime family was hiring extra arms; soldiers they would be code named, and these were soldiers of a different breed. In past turf wars there were rules, limits that no one ever broke: no mothers, wives, or children - the underlying statement: No family targets except those who chose to pick up a weapon and fight. This was the rule, no one ever broke the rule. If the rules were to be broken there would nothing, but chaos and no one would be safe. What some fail to understand is that War has no rules and if it were than it becomes nothing more than a game. And in a game, someone has to win and everyone else has to lose. Welcome to the...
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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 Jan 5, 2014 3:54:52 GMT -5
“…Down at the harbor, Arturo Rodriguez reporting from the largest gang violence crime scene in Gotham to date. Police haven’t identified all the victims but, victims range from those in the Maroni, Triads, and even The Penguin’s gang members are involved. The question that leaves the police guessing; why were they all here?” Classical music rang out throught the Gotham General Hospital conference room. A man on stage spoke to the guests. “We would especially like to thank Mr. Wayne and Doctor Leslie Thompkins for their mutual support and aid in reestablishing this building. All of your funding tonight will ensure that Gotham’s injured will receive the best in health services. Thank you and enjoy your evening!” Bruce Wayne stood amongst the crowd of people, a woman wrapped around his arm with silver hair, soft wrinkles upon her skin. <c>
Leslie Thompkins smiled at Bruce while patting his arm. “You should be proud of yourself, Bruce. This is an occasion where you’re supposed to smile. You’re helping like *normal* people. A lot of good can come from fixing bones instead of breaking them.” “I understand what you’re trying to say, Doctor. But I’m the reason criminals stay home at night. I’m the reason people in this city can feel a little safer when they want to go walking down the street with their family.” “This crusade will eventually kill you, Bruce. If not physically, emotionally. Despite how much you try to push things away, your biggest weakness are those around you, those you care about.” <c>
East Gotham, a broken house sits dark. He sits holding a M4 assault rifle, letting it rest in his lap. A black business suit tainted with the blood of a victim. “You know…everyone should really think about War as a beneficial endeavor for all parties. People like you, shy away from it. Run away with your back turned. People like me…Oh we see a business opportunity. But War’s aren’t won with just man power…” He stood up and walked over to a map of Gotham posted on a white board, a blue marker outline was made of Gotham General Hospital. “Like any war, there are resources that are needed. And tonight everything will be peachy.” <c>
West Gotham, Hispanic gang members reassemble “{What the fuck was going on at that meeting?}” “{I’unno, people just started shooting shit. Fucking Penguin had Deadshot watching his ass. Y’know that weird psycho with a red eye.}” Screeching of tires would cause the band of gangsters to turn and spot a blue van, Chinese triads popped their heads out of the window to begin spraying the alleyways where the gangsters took shelter, five Hispanics were struck causing them to drop into pools of blood. Some retaliated firing shots that only dented and bruised the exterior of the van.<c>
Iceberg Lounge, Penguin burst through the doors of his facility waddling towards his office as Deadshot and Hellhound stood behind him marching dutifully. “Oh this is bloody fantastic. I can see it now…Gotham City enters into the most legendary gang war of all time!” Deadshot stroked his wrist gun. “I suppose this means we’re gonna need more soldiers and ammunition?” Penguin snapped his vision at Deadshot “No, you fool. I’m gonna sell your asses to the highest bidder. The Ultimate weapon pack. Gotham’s most deadliest mercenaries! Hehe…Easily go for 20 million.”
Cassandra Cain: *Cassandra would be crouched upon a roof top. The moon would shine down upon the darkened streets of Gotham at this late hour. Batman was tied up with ‘public works’ so she was assigned to watching the west side of town. Her eyes scanning the area through her binoculars. Custom fit for nighttime observations. She could see their lips moving but had no clue what they were actually saying. She barely understood English, let alone a foreign tongue. She was watching the gangsters below. Her eyes would dart between the Hispanic gang members discussing something. She could tell they were distressed about something though, due to their body language and positioning as they would speak. Just then she would hear screeching tires as she would spot the blue van as well. A quick blink and she would see the Triad members, before they would see themselves. Knowing what the next step was, Cassandra decided to lay in wait. As the triads member would fire at the gangster she would watch them take
Cassandra Cain: Still waiting, watching the two small groups of gang members exchanging ammunition. This was not all uncommon these days. Gotham was normally the seat of gang violence and warefare...or turf war as the others called it. It seemed silly to her. She was more focused upon that blue van. It obviously was the aggressor.* (E)
Peyton Riley: The Classic Limo screeched about the corner, fish tailing. "Dammit Sugar! watch those turns! Ya trying to kill us?!" Peyton pouted at the doll seated on two phone books in the passenger seat. "I"m sorry! I'm just shook up from that meeting. Point blank shots at what should be a netural meeting." Scarface growled. "Don't be gettin' soft on me doll! We's got lots of plannin' to do." Peyton nodded looking a bit hurt. "Yes, Mr. Scarface." seeming more reserved and contemplative. "Hehe, dose boys want a war! We'll give 'em one. Check yer sources. We'll get 'em where dey hurt, finances! And den call Seamus, have him get all the ol' boys. See if Rhino is out yet too, check wit' Moose. We'll need 'em all. And we've gotta get da merchandice ready too, make some deals for safety in exchange of fire power." chuckled the doll. The blonde nodded and hit another corner hard. "Dammit Sugar!" growled the doll. "Pay attention!" the blonde pouted in response (c)
Peyton Riley: She thought a moment as they sat in silence. "Should I arm some of our wooden friends? have some special gifts ready for our friends?" the doll chuckled an ugly laugh. "hehe, now dat's usin' yer head Sugar. Do it." she sped up taking them to an old run down hotel. (d)
“Leslie--…Do hear that?” Bruce was cut off mid sentence when the ceiling window was shattered and eight men base jumped into the room aiming assault rifles at everyone. “Everyone get down!” Gunshots ran out as five security men were easily dispatched. Bruce’s eyes furrowed but, instinctively he wrapped his arms around Leslie and pulled her to the ground safely. “I have to go.” “Bruce!” the elderly woman’s eyes softened with concern as he tumbled towards the door, groups of people fleeing the room while others submissively dropped to the ground. Four men broke off from the main group and rushed through the hospital searching for something in the chemical lab. <c>
West Gotham, the blue van rolled north, heading back to home turf only twelve blocks away. The Hispanics took care of their dead as two men jumped into a diablo car to pursue. As the vehicles closed distance a fire fight ensued with sub machine guns firing throughout the streets. Both vehicles swerved through traffic, people passing through the streets, though few of them were out this late, were endanger of being struck by the cars. Screeching of their tires rang out indicating their distance and location from each other.
Cassandra Cain: *Cassandra would watch the blue van speed off after the quick drive by. She would not wait for the Diablo to get loaded up. She was already on the move, following the blue van on foot. Using the rooftops to travel and cut the edges. It was not easy to catch up, but she was trained to do so. Her cape would flutter and flow behind her as she would move. She would have to stop this now but had to be careful about it. Innocene were on the line but she had to do it in the Bat Family fashion. The gangbangers were more focused on each other then the citizens. She would speak over her comm.* “Can…I get a bike? I could use some minor assistance…gang activity broke out…” *Her speaking was broken and not fully connected, still learning the majority of words, just enough for the others to understand her.*
Dick Grayson: Put onto following Penguin almost immediately after showing up for a visit, Nightwing was sitting on the outside of the main office, balancing a bit along the ledge just beneath the window and whistling softly. The sudden loud, and rather overt entrance of the Penguin caused him to immediately silence himself as he lifted up the reciver to his ear and began to listen in. <What about more soliders and ammunition?> he thought to himself before putting it out of his mind as Penguine's next statement shot that suggestion right into the ground. <Well well well fatman. Just what're you up to?> Nighting pressed himself up tighter to the wall, the outside air chilling his bare cheeks but for the most part ignored. As part of the plan to track the criminal, he had waited until Penguine was out and then slipped inside to fit a small bug on the underside of his chair, carefully cutting along the seam at the front edge and then using a bit of spirit gum to affix the bug in place where it-
Dick Grayson: could pick up conversation but remain hidden and then seam untampered with.
Peyton Riley: The blue van was making it's way through traffic it passed a limo. The blonde looks up in her mirror. "Mr Scarface? It looks like some of those men we saw earlier are pursing this van." she said eyeing the diablo. "Not our bidness yet Sugar." said the doll. "But no sense lettin' a good car chase stop by lettin' 'em get by. Slow 'em down." The blonde rolled up her skirt and pulled out a little pistol out from her garter she rolled down the window. She slowed down and aimed breathing out, looking surprisingly at ease with this. and shot taking out the tire of the van, despite traffic, and the growing distance. "Nice Shot Sug... grab da wheel Dummy!" shouted the doll as they almost hit a streetlamp. the blonde swerving wildly as the diablo passed them. (d)
The earpiece to Batgirl would sound off with Oracle’s voice. “Got it, standby Batgirl. Your bike is on an intercept course.” As the triad van was shot its tire blew causing the vehicle tilt and flip over crashing into a store front. The triads slipped out of their van to begin a defensive front, the Diablo car would be shot up and so would Scarface’s car if Peyton continued to follow. As a group of five Chinese gangsters defended their position, a sixth began dialing for backup. “We’re pinned down at Ace and Montgomery.” The Diablo car swerved onto its side allowing the two gangsters to jump out and begin firing their guns to keep the triads pinned. “{Shit man, we got no back up. What the fuck are we doing?}” “{We’re gonna get revenge for our brothers, with or without backup.}” <c>
“Candy!” Penguin’s secretary arrived in the room. “Yes Mr. Penguin?” “I want you to track down the roughest, meanest lots in Gotham. I want them here by tomorrow, no later.” “Any one in particular?” “Ehh…I want them all. Firefly, Deathstroke, Lynx…Anyone who’s looking to make a buck off shooting buggers who try and kill them. Make sure they know that it’s a first come first serve, after all the early bird guts the worm! Heehee! I’m sure Aquista or the Triads will need some firepower. Get me a line on their people. Get me my phone book!”
Black Canary: An engine rev's and purple motorcycle comes roaring down the street, it screeches to a stop. A blonde in a leather jacket with fishnets, looks up at Cassandra. "Oracle said you could use a lift." she smirks. she pats the back of the motorcycle. Dinah had heard about the news report and immediatly took to the streets, she hadn't been on patrol that night, but that didn't mean she couldn't help out those who were. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she was determined to find out, she was hoping her hunches were wrong. (d)
Cassandra Cain: *Cassandra would see Dinah roll up near her location. She would hop down from the small storefront she was resting on. She appeared to be out of breath, chasing two speeding vehicles. Her body still 100% covered by her costume. Her boots hitting the hard concreate as she would point the direction she last saw the car moving, a small plume of smoke ocould be seen from the accident site.* Over.. there.. a blue van and a smaller...car... *she was not versed in types of cars. She would hop onto the back of Dinah's motorcyle. Pushing herself to the female's back, her legs straddling her as she would give Dinah the thumbs up.*
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles with glee as the van flips and watches as the diablo gets closer, the thugs from the van starting to go on the defensive and shooting at everything. "Turn here." barked scarface as they got close to an alley before they got too close to Triads. Peyton swerved wildly missing getting the limo shot, but knocking over some garbage cans and almost hitting the alley wall. "No sense stickin' around." chuckled the doll as they finished going to their hotel. (d)
The Harlequin: She was his trump card. He knew it when he saw her, all compact and blonde and explosive. A social butterfly in the gutters of Gotham. Go out, he said, smooze the way you do, -Pumpkin.- Get Daddy some friends. Some way to spend an Anniversary, flirting with the bottom-feeding Maroni boys and seeing if they'd jump ship. She'd called Red but, as usual, the bombshell was out of reach. More like out of touch. Gang Wars? She had better things to do. And it wasn't like she could goof off and spend the evening at her favorite diner drinking milkshakes and watching ESPN. The Joker expected real results this time and Harley cringed at the prospect of failure. The last time she botched a deal, he dumped her and then booted her so hard, she was crapping loafers for days. Nuh-uh, not again. Harley Quinn peered at the main entrance of the Iceberg Lounge. She'd always been welcomed here before because Cobblepot was a greedy wad of a man, any money was good money common' in.
The Harlequin: But alliances were rocky. It was trashy to hop in here and steal loyalties. But on a scale from Classy to Trashy, Harley fell somewhere closer to the latter. Fully costumed and freakin' adorable, the lithe blonde sashayed her way to the side door to keep detection limited to the few bodyguards that she could take out with a mallet to the kisser. -F-
“We got him.” the four infiltrators reached the doctor in the chemical lab who quickly offered them a brief case. “Come on, clock is ticking…” The leader tapped his wrist band and spoke “Pig is in the sack. Time to disappear…!” the leader would be struck by a fist just as he turned the corner throwing them to the floor. The three standing men fired their guns but, the darkness that was Batman swallowed their bullets with his only return being a horrific glare of white eyes. Reaching forward Batman punched one and then delivered a powerful kick to another man’s ribcage. Spinning Batman grabbed the remaining man’s head and smashed it into the wall. His eyes shifted towards the Doctor who was speaking while collapsing to the floor. “I…I…did it to protect them…” “What’s in the case?” “A noxious chemical…You weren’t supposed to be here. They said--…” <c>
“They lied to you. Who are you working for?” “This is only the beginning, Batman. You have to stop it. But you can’t. He will--…” A scrambling sound would radiate from the doctor’s ear prompting Batman’s heads up display to indicate a transmission. “A bomb!” Batman leapt away as an explosion erupted from the doctor’s body. Batman retrieved the case and retreated to the Bat Mobile. Meanwhile the Black Canary and Batgirl would hear the transmission of police en route to the fire fight but, also the department was already booked responding to a hostage situation at Gotham General Hospital. It was now that the diablos brought in reinforcements as two cars drove up behind Black Canary, but another van full of triads arrived with an escort of two motorcycles.<c>
The triads immediately opened fire and were likely to strike Black Canary’s vehicle though they were aiming for the front runner gang members. As Harley Quinn arrived at the Iceberg lounge four security guards converged towards her as one spoke to his earpiece. “Candy, we got Harley Quinn at the front. No sign of the Joker.” Within Penguin’s office, Candy looked at the Penguin. “Mr. Penguin, Harley Quinn is here.” “What? What the devil does she want? Probably gonna try trashing my joint.” Deadshot looked at Candy. “She could be a potential ally. I’ll admit, she’s crazy as hell. But she can shoot a gun or even a rocket launcher, which has always impressed me given her size…” Penguin smiled and nodded. “Are you done? I didn’t hire you for counseling; I hired you to protect me from any other assassins.”
Cassandra Cain: *Cassandra would not make any emotion through her mask. Hearing the sounds of the reinforcements behind them. She would quickly lean with Dinah, use to the female as having been trained by her since joining the Bat. As the bike would come to a stop. Cassandra would nod, she would grip her grappling hook as she would stand on the back of the bike. Watching Dinah exit it she would fire the hook straight up, pulling herself up to the rooftops. She would watch Dinah move to another. she knew what was coming. Her eyes turning to the triads pinned after their van got ruined. She would move around the rooftops, till she was located behind them. The first diablo was stille ngaged witht he triad behind their tiped van but it was only two. Cassandra would drop down behind the van. delivering several sharp blows to the men busy firing their weapons at the first diablo of gangbangers. Aiming to knock each of them out before they knew what was going on. Hopefully, this would draw the other (C)
Cassandra Cain: from the rival gang to her so she could deal witht hem in close quarters combat. After her first few strikes she would feel the vibration and the sound burst of DInah's boomburst through the air. It did cause her to blinka littl ebit, slightly disorienting Cassandra a little. (E)
The Harlequin: -"Who wants a concussion?"- Harley asked in sing-song as though she were giving out lollipops. She -loved- the look of surprise on their faces when she pulled out her mallet, Mr. Smilie. She could almost read their minds. ~Where the Hell did that super attractive lady hide that thing?~ A pretty smile and blue eyes could hide wonders. She played Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe like a boss. Out of the four body guards, one was going to have a permanent limp via broken toe/foot. She did manage to graze another on the temple but swung short on the third. Swing and a miss! "Strike one!" She called out like an umpire as she ducked from a grab. Using her mallet as leverage, Harley flipped over Meaty Fingers. "Aw guys, I just wanna get a Strawberry Banana Daiquiri, no need to get all handsy." It was really too late to sneak in, they'd already let Candy know. And Candy would not be far from Penguin. "Easy, easy, I was just kiddin'!" She exclaimed with one hand up in a harmless gesture of defeat-
The Harlequin: the other still firmly on the handle of her mallet. She was backing herself toward the door she wanted to go into originally. Eight steps away, then six. A great big smile and a flash of blue eyes. "Which one of you handsome sausage-fingered heartbreakers wanna buy me a drink?" Flirting helped sometimes. Sometimes. Four steps, then two.-F-
The guards were put down giving reason for more to intercept her when Deadshot waved at Hellhound. “Call your boys off. Let us handle her.” Hellhound armed his wrist razor blades as if ready to fillet Harley, but as the two arrived Deadshot waved at Harley. “Hey blondie-uh…Why don’t you trade the mallet in for a martini? It’s on me.” Deadshot wore a full body suit of red with silver painted plates on his chest and thighs. His mask wrapped around his head with only a red optic implant glowing from his right eye. His entire body was cloaked in a brown duster that was fitting of a cowboy from a Clint Eastwood picture. Hellhound wore a dark red outfit that articulated a muscular form. His cowl appeared a brighter shape of lustful red. His lips were exposed by the mouth of his mask that appeared to have teeth. Daggers and knives littered his belt and his jacket pockets. <c>
Hellhound didn’t have the faith Deadshot had in Harley, she was a companion of the Joker and was likely here doing the clown a favor.
The Harlequin: Alliterations were always a good sign. It denoted a sense of whimsicality and whimsy always put Harley at ease. "Mallet for a Martini? Better be a good Martini." She'd only expected a couple of guards, not a zombie horde. Her baby blue eyes glanced at every single person before landing back on Deadshot. "All right," said chirped agreeably and lifted her mallet up to give it a big kiss before tossing it over to Hellhound. "Two Martinis…And a mountain of olives," she requested, eying Deadshot's choice of clothes. "Where's your hat, Cowboy?" Harley asked teasingly with her fingers forming into benign gun shapes. "Pew! pew!" She seemed so harmless, but beguiling had always been her favorite hobby. -F-
Deadshot blinked and dodged being struck by the mallet as Hellfound ducked it causing the mallet to strike the wall behind him. An angered glare shot towards Deadshot who gave Hellhound a calming wave. Harley’s comments about his outfit charmed him and even made him smirk underneath his mask. “In the car, actually. I liked the western era of American history.” Deadshot sat down at the bar and waved for the bar tender. “Two Martini’s for the lady, lots of olives.” Hellhound sat down on the other side of Harley, unsure of what plan Deadshot had, but if Penguin wanted her dead, Hellhound already wouldn’t have a problem taking her out. “So, Barbie. What brings you to the Penguin’s place?” the Bar tender placed her drink on the table, promptly Deadshot placed a twenty in the tip jar as his red eye fixated on Harley.
The Harlequin: There were generations of Mr. Smilie. It was a comical weapon at best and because of its exaggerated head, and depending on how cheaply she bought her replacements, they often broke. So she wasn't entirely disappointed that no one caught her beloved mallet. Her disappointment lied in the fact that no one got injured. "I can see why. You know, guns. Where a man can take the -law- into his own hands," her Texas accent was surprisingly spot on. So much so, that she continued with it, squinting her eyes at his glassy red one. "And ain't nothing' out there but you an' yer horse." At the bar, Harley spun twice around before settling down to her two Martinis. She popped the olives in her mouth but left the booze fairly untouched. She was a ditz, sure, but she wasn't dumb. No way would she sit between Deadshot and Hellhound with any combination of Gin and Vermouth in her system. "I'm just here for drinks. Thanks, by the way," Her eye shot to Hellhound. He was looking at her funny.-
The Harlequin: Unfortunately, she couldn't quite tell with Deadshot. He clearly was on a better level with her than Hellhound, that much was clear. Plus he bought her drinks and was a good tipper. You can't overlook a good tipper.-F-
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