Post by The Joker on Jun 21, 2015 14:28:47 GMT -5
Introduction:
December 19, 2008
Gotham City never seemed brighter. During the nights of this cold winter, where snow fell from the dark, covering the enumerable asphalt streets and the few areas of green grass in a thin coat of soothing white. Where Christmas lights were lit across the entire city. Tall modern skyscrapers, beautiful ornate buildings constructed long ago, humble wooden houses and grand stone mansions, all were wrapped in gorgeous streams of shining colors. The world had changed so much in that one year, and for the first time in decades the citizens of Gotham could look forward to the future, and allow hope to prosper in their hearts. The American Capital of Corruption was now protected by ever-vigilant guardians, dedicated to transform that wretched metropolis into a better place. Crime rates had never been so low in the last four decades, the Falcone and Maroni families were fading, and the city’s police force had never been so compromised with honesty and justice. Looking back, the citizens were fools. They should have known that something horrible was coming.
Deep within the city’s industrial complex was reside Ace Chemicals, a large factory as ugly as it was filthy. It’s construction, almost entirely made out of metal, was of a dark grey tone, but it’s corridors and stairs, ceiling and floors were stained by dirt, dust and chemical residuals that slowly deteriorated the building’s foundations, and the whole area was filled with a strong, nauseating, toxic air that could put small children in hospitals. Right now, though, all of those details were irrelevant. Ace Chemical’s workers all lied dead, spread across the whole factory. There were no bloodstains on the floors nor on the walls. There were no bullet holes, nor any carvings of knives. But there was overwhelming joy. All victims had wide open eyes with dilated pupils, and all they all sported the largest glasgow grins one could imagine.
Gotham City. The city of broken dreams, of lost hopes, of fallen heroes. The city with no future for the righteous, and the city that provided an endless playground for the ill-intent. The city where lived a stern soul who was incorruptible, and the city where lived a mad, joyful devil who corrupted all.
Part 1:
Batman: The event was troubling, Montoya and Bullock arrived at the scene and began breaking apart everything to understand it, but with no clue what had caused the crime scene they were forced to contact the police commissioner regarding a possible terrorist threat. “My god…How many people know about this?” Were the horrified words of Jim Gordon. Bullock adjusted the cigar he held in his mouth. “So far as we can tell…The three of us, the M.E staff, and the security guard who found ‘em. Nothing leaked to the press yet. Should we reach out to the FBI, sir?” Gordon looked out the window and mumbled something under his breath. “We could be facing a Chemical ground zero. 9/11 all over again…” “Sir? What do you want us to do?” Jim looked to the detectives. “Follow every lead you got…I want factory manifests, supplier contact information, family tree’s - anything that could indicate who’s behind this. Look into known terrorist suspects with a background in chemistry.”
It was at that moment in time, inside the Batcave Bruce had been taking the time to thoroughly train his new apprentice in the crime lab, applying a white tipped cotton swab to a petridish of yellow and orange fluid. “And like this…” suddenly the swab changed color to a blue shade. “Identified, for the test to prove true and confirm the person has disease or symptoms of poisoning, the swab will turn green or red. If its blue that means everything is normal. If there are shades of pink or orange, that means there is trace amounts of infection, but it is still early enough to treat and cure.” Bruce placed the swab down onto the container before them and slipped it in front of the microscope in front of Dick. “Take a look at the bacteria.” Within the dish the bacteria would clearly resemble a virus as the tissue sample inside was becoming transformed and mutated, morbid deformation of human tissue.
The white glow of the lab table allowed the petridish to offer an accurate and defined display of tiny organisms moving with almost no sign of consciousness. It was all naturally flowing like a river, it was quite fascinating to a scientific mind and very important to the work of a detective. Bruce rested his elbow onto the table and scanned Dick’s features with his blue eyes. “Poisons don’t typically have a electron based reaction…they don’t have a heart beat or pulse to circulate the poison into the blood stream, so how does the poison get into the blood stream?” It was a test of Dick’s knowledge, of what he’d been learning over the past few months with Bruce and Alfred.[e]
Robin: Sitting on the small stall chair, Dick watched in fascination as the cotton swab changed it's color from plain old white, to a shade of blue. 'How does he manage to know all this stuff?' Dick wonders, the blue hue in his eyes examining Bruce, easily being able to see Bruce was just as fascinated as Dick was, despite the fact that he's most likely done this a million times already. As Bruce begins to talk again, Dick's eyes hastily dart back down to the cotton in Bruce's hand, listening in as Bruce went on to describe what each colored shade the cotton ball could turn into. "I will admit Bruce, that is pretty cool." Dick admits, a smile following his words. Dick had never been much of a science type, it bored him to death during his time at school. But something about learning it from Bruce just made it seem less down right boring, maybe it was because of what the training was going to be used for, which seemed more interesting than high grades.
Bruce then sits the cotton swab down onto the container before sliding it under the microscope. 'Oh god! He's not gonna ask me a question is he!? I mean, I've been paying attention but still, I such at this type of stuff!' And then as if Bruce was reading Dick's thoughts, he asks him to examine the bacteria under the microscope, and when Bruce usually acts him to participate in something, a quiz will usually always follow. Swallowing his nerves down...well at least trying to swallow it down, Dick hops off the stall chair and casually walks over to Bruce, trying not to show how nervous he is. Turning to face the microscope, Dick leans down and places his eye over the lens. Suddenly, he could now see in great depth all the organisms flowing around, and to be quite honest, seeing how much life such a tiny pool of liquid contained took Dick back quite a bit. And yet again Dick was right, Bruce asks Dick a question about the liquids they were studying.
Pulling his eye away from the lens, Dick straightens his back as his eyes shift over to Dick, getting himself ready to answer the question. "Erm, because the poison has no heart beat or pulse, the only way poison can really enter the blood steam is via injection. Be it via needle or digestion of food or liquid, right?" Dick responds, his tone revealing his uncertainty.[e]
Batman: It would seem as if Gotham was finally on the path of redemption, that its trial of fire and gauntlet of agony had come to an end with all of its troubles falling down upon Batman’s shoulders. It was almost 6 months since the woman he thought to be the love of his life, had died and when things seemed to have reached an all time low for him, fortune allowed him to meet someone new, who didn’t care about his mask or not. Despite a rather harsh ‘break up’, Batman knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw Catwoman. And as life had strange hills and bumps on its road, Bruce had a chance to taste fatherhood in small and painful doses. Batman knew he would never replace or be John Grayson, but he could carry on John Grayson’s job and look over his son like he were his own.
Batman would adopt himself to the role of mentor, recalling his own struggles at 8 years old…There were plenty of people who wanted to tell Bruce how he felt or tried to give him explanations that weren’t really answers he wanted or needed. Bruce grew up angry, afraid, and devoid of emotions…it was a painful journey that no human being should know of; one he intended not to let Dick venture down. The Microscope was in front of Dick’s chair, so sitting up wasn’t necessary. The two of them would have a microscope to examine each their own samples, the dual setup was often for the purpose of comparing two unique test subjects following the scientific method. Bruce nodded to Dick’s words as he explained it with uncertainty. “Very good, Dick. A knife doesn’t have a pulse, but it can be dipped in poison and injected or inserted into the body.
At that point the hydrogen cells within begin to liquefy and merge with the hydrogen cells in the body - or blood stream. Once in the blood stream it gets into your kidneys and the kidneys spread it throughout the body…In the worst case scenario. You can contract poison in your blood…” Bruce showed his finger nails and gently stroked them across the skin of his arm; interesting enough a small healing scar on his arm resembled a cat’s claw that was almost completely healed. “Just by your finger nails scratching the surface of your skin. Your nails create tiny holes and damage that poison is able to seep into and once it penetrates the skin, it can easily get through your nerves and into your blood. Which --” Bruce would be cut off his attention diverted to the communication line. He tapped a button and spoke. “Go ahead.” “Mister Wayne, I trust your night is going steady?”
Bruce heard the voice of Lucius Fox and gave a small nod to himself. “Yea, Lucius…Umm, what’s going on?” “I’d hate to bother you at this time of night, but the police are at Wayne Enterprises, requesting a manifest of our shipping arrangements to Ace chemicals, apparently there was an accident that warrants two homicide detectives to show up. I thought you’d like to know.” Bruce stood up and twirled his index finger at Dick to indicate ‘wrap up’ “Oh, thank you, Lucius. Please be kind to our guests in law enforcement and give them whatever they need.” “Very good, Mister Wayne. Should to need my assistance, I should be here. Have a good night.” “You too.” Bruce stroked his chin. “If something happened at Ace chemicals, I think it’s worth looking into. It won’t be long before the media find out and we could have wide spread panic, especially if it’s a terrorist attack.”
Bruce began walking out of the laboratory and towards the main hall of the batcave, amongst the platform, Bruce cut sharply into the armory where he began to change out of his sweat pants and t-shirt into a black skin tight body suit with attachable metal plates. A armored sheet of leggings he zipped up on either side of his hips and then attached his Kevlar utility belt around his waist. He slipped on his backpack and released the cape that shot out of it down to the back of his heels. Leaving the armory to approach the batcomputer he picked up a phone next to it and spoke. “Alfred, Dick and I caught wind of a case, we’re going out.” “Understood sir, I will be on standby momentarily.”[e]
Robin: Dick felt a rush of joy as Bruce congratulated him on getting the answer correct, he knew he could of been more in-depth with his answer, but at least it impressed Bruce. Bruce would then go on to explain just how poison can seep into the skin, Dick's eyes follow Bruce's fingertips as they graze across his arm, which had a fairly small scare on it. The way Bruce was describing the way poison can get into your system sounded absolutely horrible, and made Dick want to now dodge every single attack that could come towards him. Of course, he already did want to avoid every attack, but it never hurts to have a new found motivation to do so. Suddenly, Bruce was cut off by the communication line, snapping Dick out of his trail of thought. "Who is it?" Dick eagerly inquires, hoping off from his stall. Now standing, Dick manages to overhear the talk of detectives and homicide. 'Oh man, are we finally gonna get some real action!?' Dick wonders.
An eager smile wastes no time spreading across Dick's face the moment Bruce gives him the signal to wrap up. "Sweeeeet." Turning back around to face the lab table, Dick removes his protective gloves and places them into the small bin next to the table, before turning back around to see Bruce had wrapped up his conversation and was now heading to the armory. "Hey, wait up!" The excited boy exclaims, walking hastily towards the armory. As Dick passes the main hall, his excitement grows more and more. 'Finally, the chance to get out onto the field, and prove myself to Bruce!' Stepping into the armory, Dick changes out of his t-shirt and gray jeans. Replacing them with his red vest, black leggings, gloves and boots, before wrapping his golden utility belt around his waist. He then clips on his black cape, which was a pale yellow on the side, before finally sliding on his domino mask, which replaced his bright blue hue with featureless white eyes. "Alright Bruce, what's the mission?"[e]
December 19, 2008
Gotham City never seemed brighter. During the nights of this cold winter, where snow fell from the dark, covering the enumerable asphalt streets and the few areas of green grass in a thin coat of soothing white. Where Christmas lights were lit across the entire city. Tall modern skyscrapers, beautiful ornate buildings constructed long ago, humble wooden houses and grand stone mansions, all were wrapped in gorgeous streams of shining colors. The world had changed so much in that one year, and for the first time in decades the citizens of Gotham could look forward to the future, and allow hope to prosper in their hearts. The American Capital of Corruption was now protected by ever-vigilant guardians, dedicated to transform that wretched metropolis into a better place. Crime rates had never been so low in the last four decades, the Falcone and Maroni families were fading, and the city’s police force had never been so compromised with honesty and justice. Looking back, the citizens were fools. They should have known that something horrible was coming.
Deep within the city’s industrial complex was reside Ace Chemicals, a large factory as ugly as it was filthy. It’s construction, almost entirely made out of metal, was of a dark grey tone, but it’s corridors and stairs, ceiling and floors were stained by dirt, dust and chemical residuals that slowly deteriorated the building’s foundations, and the whole area was filled with a strong, nauseating, toxic air that could put small children in hospitals. Right now, though, all of those details were irrelevant. Ace Chemical’s workers all lied dead, spread across the whole factory. There were no bloodstains on the floors nor on the walls. There were no bullet holes, nor any carvings of knives. But there was overwhelming joy. All victims had wide open eyes with dilated pupils, and all they all sported the largest glasgow grins one could imagine.
Gotham City. The city of broken dreams, of lost hopes, of fallen heroes. The city with no future for the righteous, and the city that provided an endless playground for the ill-intent. The city where lived a stern soul who was incorruptible, and the city where lived a mad, joyful devil who corrupted all.
Part 1:
Batman: The event was troubling, Montoya and Bullock arrived at the scene and began breaking apart everything to understand it, but with no clue what had caused the crime scene they were forced to contact the police commissioner regarding a possible terrorist threat. “My god…How many people know about this?” Were the horrified words of Jim Gordon. Bullock adjusted the cigar he held in his mouth. “So far as we can tell…The three of us, the M.E staff, and the security guard who found ‘em. Nothing leaked to the press yet. Should we reach out to the FBI, sir?” Gordon looked out the window and mumbled something under his breath. “We could be facing a Chemical ground zero. 9/11 all over again…” “Sir? What do you want us to do?” Jim looked to the detectives. “Follow every lead you got…I want factory manifests, supplier contact information, family tree’s - anything that could indicate who’s behind this. Look into known terrorist suspects with a background in chemistry.”
It was at that moment in time, inside the Batcave Bruce had been taking the time to thoroughly train his new apprentice in the crime lab, applying a white tipped cotton swab to a petridish of yellow and orange fluid. “And like this…” suddenly the swab changed color to a blue shade. “Identified, for the test to prove true and confirm the person has disease or symptoms of poisoning, the swab will turn green or red. If its blue that means everything is normal. If there are shades of pink or orange, that means there is trace amounts of infection, but it is still early enough to treat and cure.” Bruce placed the swab down onto the container before them and slipped it in front of the microscope in front of Dick. “Take a look at the bacteria.” Within the dish the bacteria would clearly resemble a virus as the tissue sample inside was becoming transformed and mutated, morbid deformation of human tissue.
The white glow of the lab table allowed the petridish to offer an accurate and defined display of tiny organisms moving with almost no sign of consciousness. It was all naturally flowing like a river, it was quite fascinating to a scientific mind and very important to the work of a detective. Bruce rested his elbow onto the table and scanned Dick’s features with his blue eyes. “Poisons don’t typically have a electron based reaction…they don’t have a heart beat or pulse to circulate the poison into the blood stream, so how does the poison get into the blood stream?” It was a test of Dick’s knowledge, of what he’d been learning over the past few months with Bruce and Alfred.[e]
Robin: Sitting on the small stall chair, Dick watched in fascination as the cotton swab changed it's color from plain old white, to a shade of blue. 'How does he manage to know all this stuff?' Dick wonders, the blue hue in his eyes examining Bruce, easily being able to see Bruce was just as fascinated as Dick was, despite the fact that he's most likely done this a million times already. As Bruce begins to talk again, Dick's eyes hastily dart back down to the cotton in Bruce's hand, listening in as Bruce went on to describe what each colored shade the cotton ball could turn into. "I will admit Bruce, that is pretty cool." Dick admits, a smile following his words. Dick had never been much of a science type, it bored him to death during his time at school. But something about learning it from Bruce just made it seem less down right boring, maybe it was because of what the training was going to be used for, which seemed more interesting than high grades.
Bruce then sits the cotton swab down onto the container before sliding it under the microscope. 'Oh god! He's not gonna ask me a question is he!? I mean, I've been paying attention but still, I such at this type of stuff!' And then as if Bruce was reading Dick's thoughts, he asks him to examine the bacteria under the microscope, and when Bruce usually acts him to participate in something, a quiz will usually always follow. Swallowing his nerves down...well at least trying to swallow it down, Dick hops off the stall chair and casually walks over to Bruce, trying not to show how nervous he is. Turning to face the microscope, Dick leans down and places his eye over the lens. Suddenly, he could now see in great depth all the organisms flowing around, and to be quite honest, seeing how much life such a tiny pool of liquid contained took Dick back quite a bit. And yet again Dick was right, Bruce asks Dick a question about the liquids they were studying.
Pulling his eye away from the lens, Dick straightens his back as his eyes shift over to Dick, getting himself ready to answer the question. "Erm, because the poison has no heart beat or pulse, the only way poison can really enter the blood steam is via injection. Be it via needle or digestion of food or liquid, right?" Dick responds, his tone revealing his uncertainty.[e]
Batman: It would seem as if Gotham was finally on the path of redemption, that its trial of fire and gauntlet of agony had come to an end with all of its troubles falling down upon Batman’s shoulders. It was almost 6 months since the woman he thought to be the love of his life, had died and when things seemed to have reached an all time low for him, fortune allowed him to meet someone new, who didn’t care about his mask or not. Despite a rather harsh ‘break up’, Batman knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw Catwoman. And as life had strange hills and bumps on its road, Bruce had a chance to taste fatherhood in small and painful doses. Batman knew he would never replace or be John Grayson, but he could carry on John Grayson’s job and look over his son like he were his own.
Batman would adopt himself to the role of mentor, recalling his own struggles at 8 years old…There were plenty of people who wanted to tell Bruce how he felt or tried to give him explanations that weren’t really answers he wanted or needed. Bruce grew up angry, afraid, and devoid of emotions…it was a painful journey that no human being should know of; one he intended not to let Dick venture down. The Microscope was in front of Dick’s chair, so sitting up wasn’t necessary. The two of them would have a microscope to examine each their own samples, the dual setup was often for the purpose of comparing two unique test subjects following the scientific method. Bruce nodded to Dick’s words as he explained it with uncertainty. “Very good, Dick. A knife doesn’t have a pulse, but it can be dipped in poison and injected or inserted into the body.
At that point the hydrogen cells within begin to liquefy and merge with the hydrogen cells in the body - or blood stream. Once in the blood stream it gets into your kidneys and the kidneys spread it throughout the body…In the worst case scenario. You can contract poison in your blood…” Bruce showed his finger nails and gently stroked them across the skin of his arm; interesting enough a small healing scar on his arm resembled a cat’s claw that was almost completely healed. “Just by your finger nails scratching the surface of your skin. Your nails create tiny holes and damage that poison is able to seep into and once it penetrates the skin, it can easily get through your nerves and into your blood. Which --” Bruce would be cut off his attention diverted to the communication line. He tapped a button and spoke. “Go ahead.” “Mister Wayne, I trust your night is going steady?”
Bruce heard the voice of Lucius Fox and gave a small nod to himself. “Yea, Lucius…Umm, what’s going on?” “I’d hate to bother you at this time of night, but the police are at Wayne Enterprises, requesting a manifest of our shipping arrangements to Ace chemicals, apparently there was an accident that warrants two homicide detectives to show up. I thought you’d like to know.” Bruce stood up and twirled his index finger at Dick to indicate ‘wrap up’ “Oh, thank you, Lucius. Please be kind to our guests in law enforcement and give them whatever they need.” “Very good, Mister Wayne. Should to need my assistance, I should be here. Have a good night.” “You too.” Bruce stroked his chin. “If something happened at Ace chemicals, I think it’s worth looking into. It won’t be long before the media find out and we could have wide spread panic, especially if it’s a terrorist attack.”
Bruce began walking out of the laboratory and towards the main hall of the batcave, amongst the platform, Bruce cut sharply into the armory where he began to change out of his sweat pants and t-shirt into a black skin tight body suit with attachable metal plates. A armored sheet of leggings he zipped up on either side of his hips and then attached his Kevlar utility belt around his waist. He slipped on his backpack and released the cape that shot out of it down to the back of his heels. Leaving the armory to approach the batcomputer he picked up a phone next to it and spoke. “Alfred, Dick and I caught wind of a case, we’re going out.” “Understood sir, I will be on standby momentarily.”[e]
Robin: Dick felt a rush of joy as Bruce congratulated him on getting the answer correct, he knew he could of been more in-depth with his answer, but at least it impressed Bruce. Bruce would then go on to explain just how poison can seep into the skin, Dick's eyes follow Bruce's fingertips as they graze across his arm, which had a fairly small scare on it. The way Bruce was describing the way poison can get into your system sounded absolutely horrible, and made Dick want to now dodge every single attack that could come towards him. Of course, he already did want to avoid every attack, but it never hurts to have a new found motivation to do so. Suddenly, Bruce was cut off by the communication line, snapping Dick out of his trail of thought. "Who is it?" Dick eagerly inquires, hoping off from his stall. Now standing, Dick manages to overhear the talk of detectives and homicide. 'Oh man, are we finally gonna get some real action!?' Dick wonders.
An eager smile wastes no time spreading across Dick's face the moment Bruce gives him the signal to wrap up. "Sweeeeet." Turning back around to face the lab table, Dick removes his protective gloves and places them into the small bin next to the table, before turning back around to see Bruce had wrapped up his conversation and was now heading to the armory. "Hey, wait up!" The excited boy exclaims, walking hastily towards the armory. As Dick passes the main hall, his excitement grows more and more. 'Finally, the chance to get out onto the field, and prove myself to Bruce!' Stepping into the armory, Dick changes out of his t-shirt and gray jeans. Replacing them with his red vest, black leggings, gloves and boots, before wrapping his golden utility belt around his waist. He then clips on his black cape, which was a pale yellow on the side, before finally sliding on his domino mask, which replaced his bright blue hue with featureless white eyes. "Alright Bruce, what's the mission?"[e]