Fandom Batman: A Year In Blood Vol 1 (CLOSED)

[Demonhunter]

Well the taser worked like a charm. Innocent little Jenga didn't understand what was going on. He knew he looked hideous and he was a bit spooked out at the moment. Next thing he knew he was grabbed... and then his body felt like it was on fire. He screechings, sparks flying in deathstrokes face from the inner most wiring behind the face plates, current threatening to start a fire...

So his systems did the smart thing and shut completely down. The android goes limp after one last snap of the jaws closed. The smell of melted plastic wiring filled the air as his body began to cool itself down.

The Omen of Death (Sorry tis short. Busy is I)

 

[The Omen of Death]

With Jenga dealt with Deathstroke knew he took more time than what he needed, and he needed to get out, So Deathstroke needed to now work on getting out.

As his mind began working out the solution, he ran with inhuman speed and jumped to a nearby rooftop, rolling to keep his momentum going he knew he shouldn't lead them to his client so he ended up not going in the direction of the Iceberg Lounge for the time being, he then shot his grappling hook at a far by rooftop, it pulling him quickly to the roof, he then jumped to a smaller one and then dropped down from their into an alleyway hoping that he lost the cops, he glanced around with his one eye analyzing his surroundings, and then began to walk back in the direction of the Iceberg Lounge, prepared at a moments notice to make another escape.

TrueBananaz Demonhunter Literally Batman (Since I am going back to the iceberg lounge)

 

[DiscoQuinn]

Joker leaned back in his wrecked lounge chair, there is was again...that twitch in his fingers. He was itching to go out, jump right back in but it had been quiet, awefully quiet. There's something the Bats was up to and whatever it was it didn't involve him, which left him even more bugged. It was time for actions!

"HARLEY! Where the hell are you? Quit whatever useless thing you're doing and come over here, kiddo!" he ordered his sidekick energetically and jumped up, throwing his half empty whiskey glass against the wall, letting the shards fly into all directions.

The two hyenas, Bud and Lou tail waggingly jumped up and started licked on the golden brown fluid, their snouts immediately crumpling at the taste. "And get rid of these two flee infested mutts before they shit on the carpet again!!" he growled, slamming the knife he was holding roughly into the scratched wood table. It didn't take long till he saw the bubble headed blonde arrive. "There you are...Listen pumpkin, put on your sunday jester cap and get ready. We going on date night! Time to pay an old feathered friend a visit. I'm sure the bird brain knows something we don't, pooh." he told her.


Harley Quinn Literally Batman

 

[Harley Quinn]

Harley was laying upside down on the old unmade creaky double bed, her head dangling off, pigtails trailing the ground. She was deep in her imagination, daydreaming her and Mistah J finally killing the Bats, getting married and living happily ever after. It was something she fantasied about a lot, but it never got boring. The deranged girl was about to blow the biggest bubble the world had ever seen, when a loud booming voice burst her bubble and sent her tumbling from the bed. Harley quickly picked herself up and ran to the sound of her Puddin's voice, still dressed in her old grey pyjamas and a spot of bubblegum stuck on her nose.

The dingy room she pranced into was a mess, cobwebs in the corners, glass shards spread across the room and worn out, chewed up furniture. Not the worst it had been though, not that any of that stuff mattered to the blonde girl. As long as she was with her Puddin and her babies, she was in heaven!
"Yes sir Mistah J!" She grinned widely at him as she hurried past to the hyenas, stepping on small pieces of glass on the way but not really noticing or caring. After a small struggle she quickly pulled them away from the strong smelling liquid and ushered them out the door, into their very small backyard which was more like a backalley.
She skipped back over to him, as he told her to listen and stopped eagerly in front of him, listening intently rocking back and forth on the ball of her feet. Harley's face lit up with excitement as she heard the word "date". Although it seemed more like business then pleasure, she pushed that thought to the back of her head. Unable to contain her excitement, she threw her arms around his neck, and pecked him on the cheek. "Oh Puddin, I can't wait!" The ecstatic blonde smushed her cheek against his, letting out a little giggle. "Its been ages since we had some real fun~!" Harley sung out. She couldn't wait to liven up that stupid Iceberg lounge. "Lets pull his feathers out, until he squawks!" She said pulling back and winking at him. Maybe they'd even run into Bats and put him down for good!

DiscoQuinn​

 

[DiscoQuinn]

Joker made a face as he suddenly found himself with an arm full of blonde. He grumbled slightly as he felt her plant a big smooch on his cheek, wiping his sleeve over the spot where her lips had left a bright red lipstick mark. "Silly girl..." he snickered, using one of her pigtails to pull her off him. "Focus, Harls...We've got some planning to do. This bird is about to get baked. We haven't blown something up in awhile, well 24h is more than enough without a good explosion, don't you agree, cupcake?" he spoke, a vicious smile spreading on his features. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roundish bomb with a hand-painted smiley out of his half open purple morning robe, randomly pushing it into her hand. "Get the boys ready..." he ordered her, almost fondly stroking the blade of his knife over her cheeks.

15 minutes later...

It didn't take long till their Chuckle Patch had collected. Mainly due the threats that were thrown on their heads. They knew better than to not take them serious. The count of henchmen rose and fell steadily. No one wanted to be the next to end up in the dumpster. Dressed in a purple coat and a matching bow tie and waist-coat he stepped out of the run down hotel, that effectively had been modified into a clown villa, their Ha-Hacienda. "What's taking so long there?" Joker shouted at them, grabbing one of the henchmen by his lapels to knock his head against the side window of the car. "That was our driver, boss." one of the others dared to reply. "So what? You go and drive then, chump..." Joker barked at him, feeling his patience running out. He roughly grabbed Harley around the waist and shoved her inside the black van, slamming his knife down into the leather seat infront of him only inches away from the goons head. "From the speed this is all going you should be paying ME for keeping up with so much stupidity!" he yelled at them, before he turned over to Harley holding a grey device with two buttons infront of her nose. One of them had a smiley face and the other a frowning one on it.

"Remember what I told you, kitten. We blow our way inside using this button and the other one for our grand escape out of pingu ville. Got it? Bad button. Don't push it till the end." he explained to her once more pointing on the frowny face. "If you feel tempted to push it. Don't do it! Fried clown is not on the menu tonight." he told her, in an almost child like way.

Harley Quinn

 

[Scatterbrain]

The Batman lay there in the alley, apparently lifeless. Any ordinary man would be easily mistaken by the sight but the truth now was far beyond mortal comprehension. Death did not come so easily to the dark knight.

After minutes of complete stillness...

The Batman stirred.

He immediately reached for his head and let out a groan; the pain from his skull raged mercilessly. Leaning on the wall for support, he groggily climbed to his feet.

"Sir? Is that you? Are you alright?" The caped crusader could hear Alfred through the receiver in his cowl.

"Just a flesh wound." He replied nonchalantly.

"I heard the shot and feared the worst. Thank God you're okay."

"We both know God had nothing to do with it, Alfred."

He pulled his hand anyway from his head to inspect it and could see it was soaked in blood.

Blood...

He turned around and could see blood splatter all over the wall and a pool of it on the floor.

So much blood...

He stood there momentarily transfixed at the sight before returning to his senses and hastily reaching for his utility belt. Opening up one of the compartments he pulled out a vial containing a red liquid.

Human blood.

Unscrewing the top, he held it up to his lips and poured it's contents into his mouth. The pain in his head quickly subsided, as the red liquid travelled down his throat and he felt reinvigorated. The sensation was intoxicating.

It was also short lived.

His body yearned for more. Always more. The insatiable hunger threatened him at all turns, attempted to chip away at what little remained of his humanity until he finally succumbed to it's dark urges.

But he was not a monster. He would never be. Not as long as this city needed him.

Steeling himself, he placed the empty vial back into his belt before focusing on the scene around him. Turning his eyes over the alley, he uncovered the bullet lying in a pile of trash. He lent over and picked it up before looking it over; it was no ordinary bullet. It's composition was unusual, the dark knight detective had never seen anything like it before. It would require further analysis back at the manor. He placed it into one of the compartments in his belt.

The real question though was, who was the shooter?

That question could wait for the time being. It was very unlikely that he would try again anytime soon considering his apparent "success" tonight and the Scarecrow DestinyGuy3712 was still at large. More importantly, the police would of know of the shot by now and would be on their way. He had to make himself scarce. Sprouting his monstrous wings, he set off towards the Gotham Water and Power Plant.

 

[DestinyGuy3712]

The Batman lay there in the alley, apparently lifeless. Any ordinary man would be easily mistaken by the sight but the truth now was far beyond mortal comprehension. Death did not come so easily to the dark knight.

After minutes of complete stillness...

The Batman stirred.

He immediately reached for his head and let out a groan; the pain from his skull raged mercilessly. Leaning on the wall for support, he groggily climbed to his feet.

"Sir? Is that you? Are you alright?" The caped crusader could hear Alfred through the receiver in his cowl.

"Just a flesh wound." He replied nonchalantly.

"I heard the shot and feared the worst. Thank God you're okay."

"We both know God had nothing to do with it, Alfred."

He pulled his hand anyway from his head to inspect it and could see it was soaked in blood.

Blood...

He turned around and could see blood splatter all over the wall and a pool of it on the floor.

So much blood...

He stood there momentarily transfixed at the sight before returning to his senses and hastily reaching for his utility belt. Opening up one of the compartments he pulled out a vial containing a red liquid.

Human blood.

Unscrewing the top, he held it up to his lips and poured it's contents into his mouth. The pain in his head quickly subsided, as the red liquid travelled down his throat and he felt reinvigorated. The sensation was intoxicating.

It was also short lived.

His body yearned for more. Always more. The insatiable hunger threatened him at all turns, attempted to chip away at what little remained of his humanity until he finally succumbed to it's dark urges.

But he was not a monster. He would never be. Not as long as this city needed him.

Steeling himself, he placed the empty vial back into his belt before focusing on the scene around him. Turning his eyes over the alley, he uncovered the bullet lying in a pile of trash. He lent over and picked it up before looking it over; it was no ordinary bullet. It's composition was unusual, the dark knight detective had never seen anything like it before. It would require further analysis back at the manor. He placed it into one of the compartments in his belt.

The real question though was, who was the shooter?

That question could wait for the time being. It was very unlikely that he would try again anytime soon considering his apparent "success" tonight and the Scarecrow DestinyGuy3712 was still at large. More importantly, the police would of know of the shot by now and would be on their way. He had to make himself scarce. Sprouting his monstrous wings, he set off towards the Gotham Water and Power Plant.

Though the Gotham police were now surrounding the Gotham Water and Power Plant, they were hesitant to make their assault. A sniper that was perched atop of a nearby building had warned the officers through their walkie-talkie that Scarecrow had taken hostages in a room located on the third floor of the building. Fearing that the deranged scientists would harm the hostages if they made any actions, the officers were left in a stressful situation, frustrated and powerless to do anything but prey for a miracle to occur.

With everything set into place, all Scarecrow had to do was press a single button, and his Fear-Toxins would contaminate the water plant and spread throughout the city of Gotham. But strangely, all the scientist did was sit calmly in the security room of the building; surveying the inner parts of the building as well as the police sounding outside through the building security cameras. Tapping his fingers against the table as if he was patiently waiting for his old friend to make his grant appearance, music bellowed loudly through the speakers across the halls of the building...

"Come now, Little Bat." Dr. Crane spoke in a unnervingly calm tone, his eyes glued to the security footage in front of him, "Don't keep me waiting..."

 

[Harley Quinn]

Harley smiled sweetly up at him despite his roughness, listening intently and nodding excitedly at his question. She grabbed the bomb and held it carelessly, letting her hands swing at her sides. When he finished talking she gave him a sloppy salute and responded in a sing song voice. The cool sting of the blade not bothering her one bit. "Sure thing boss!" Harley ran out into the foyer of the motel where she knew the boys all hung out and played cards. Her sweet demeanour soon turned into a irritated one as she screeched orders at them. "GET CHA ASSES IN GEAR! MISTAH J NEEDS YA ALL READY NOW!" After she saw the crew all running to tell the others and get prepared, she rushed back to the bedroom. Mistah J wouldn't be happy if she kept him waiting any longer. She tossed the small bomb on the bed, hoping it wouldn't tumble off and started dressing herself up in the usual clown gear. Remembering to take the bomb on the way out.

Harley skipped behind Joker, bat over her shoulder and a huge smile on her face. She couldn't help but giggle menacingly at some of the scared guards, they tried to act tough but she could see through their facade whenever they came face to face with the boss. The giggle turned into full blown laughter as he knocked some poor chump out and soon a disapproving stare, still through a small chuckle, when someone dared to speak back to him. All of sudden she was thrown into the van with a yelp, she some how managed to not land on her bat or anything important. As her Puddin threatened the thug in the drivers seat and helped herself up at sat down, kicking her feet back and forth. Holding up a funny grey detonator in front of her face looking it over and humming a funny tune to herself. The blondie stopped her tune short as something was explained to her and she listened absently, as she was too excited to get out there. Not fully taking in what was being said all, thinking it probably wasn't important anyway. All she heard was something about fried clown and a smiley face."Uh, sure thing Puddin" Smiling up at him she said. "Ya can count on me!"

It didn't long for them too arrive at the Iceberg Lounge, it was almost time for the plan to start.

DiscoQuinn​

 

[Literally Batman]

The Penguin was happy.

Perhaps the better word was 'content.'

His scouts had just reported that they had, in fact, seen the Batman's head get blown open by none other than the Deathstroke himself. So that's where they were, partying in the Lounge. Killer Croc was there, sad that he wasn't there to turn the Bat-Man into at-Pulp, but still glad he got the cash, for Penguin was feeling generous today towards the almost useless crocodile person. They were partying hard. No more Batman to deal with, ever again!

And then...

"Hey, boss? There's some clowns here."

Penguin sighed.

"Let's hope they're here to celebrate. Let 'em in, but if they're carrying anything explosive, blow them to smithereens. Croc, you're at bat."​

 

[Scatterbrain]

As the Batman soared through the night sky on his leathery wings, Alfred filled him in on recent developments at the Gotham Water and Power Plant.

"The GCPD TrueBananaz are on scene and they have formed a perimeter around the building however I'm afraid the situation has deteriorated somewhat into a stalemate, Master Bruce. According to their reports, Scarecrow DestinyGuy3712 has taken hostages and is holding them on the third floor so they are hesitate to infiltrate the building lest any harm should come to them. I also regret to inform you sir, the GCPD have a sniper on standby positioned just across from the plant."

The dark knight let out a suppressed sigh, the sniper was just as likely to be given the order to shoot him as he was Scarecrow and the dark knight did not want a repeat of tonight's events. He didn't like the idea, after all his was just doing his job, but he would have to incapacitate the sniper before he could successfully breach the building and get the hostages out of there.

He could see the plant now so he stayed airborne, unseen by the officers as his form blended into the night sky. Gliding on the air currents, he circled the plant until he spotted the sniper and silently landed on the rooftop, a few feet behind him. Stealthily, he approached him before grabbing him and placing him in a choke hold. The officer struggled, futilely pawing away at the Batman's head as he attempted to break free, but his limbs soon went limp as he slipped into unconsciousness. Satisfied, the Batman loosened his hold on the man and placed him down gently on the rooftop. Leaning over him, he grabbed the radio from his belt and placed it into his own.

Flapping his wings, he took off from the building before landing on the roof of the plant, wings receding back into his body. He could see a fire exit on the roof and headed towards it. Just as it was designed, there was no apparent way to open it from the outside but that wouldn't stop the caped crusader. Using his inhuman strength; he pounded away at the door until it gave way, his assault largely muffled by the loud music emanating from the building and headed down the stairs further into the building.

( DiscoQuinn Harley Quinn just tagging for the benefit of Literally Batman )

 

[Peach Tea]

Lucy swung her hands up and smacked the cop's side of his head with her cuffs, knocking him to the ground. The next one that was running towards her, she kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. He crumpled to the ground, and she took off running down the street... Well, then again it looked more like high speed waddling seeing as her hands were still cuffed together and she couldn't spread her arms so she could really go in a running motion. Lucy glanced behind her shoulder and noticed that one of the cops she had attacked had their gun out of its holster and was pointing it at her. Letting out several curses, Lucy tried to waddle faster, but the cop got a shot and clipped her in the shoulder. Lucy's loud scream of pain echoed out around the entire area, and she leaped into a nearby alleyway, crawling over to a secluded corner in a huddle of cursing and blood.

 

[Literally Batman]

In an apartment high above the city, somebody was getting dressed. The woman was not getting dressed into normal clothes. No, rather, she had gotten changed into a black catsuit. After putting on the finishing touches and placing her cowl on her head, Selina smiled, sliding the goggles down over her eyes. It was time, once again, to become the Catwoman.

With a masterful leap, Catwoman was gone. Before she could slam into the ground and turn into a splattered cat, her bullwhip shot into the air, wrapping around a lamppost and allowing her to swing to the ground. Her feet gently touching the ground, she began to walk but then heard a scream not far from her location.

Catwoman was there quickly, seeing a handcuffed brunette bleeding from the shoulder. She sighed. She had time until night, right? She knelt down next to the girl, takign off the handcuffs and inspecting the wound.

"That's pretty deep. I'd go to the hospital if I were you," Selina said in her sweet voice, standing back on her feet. "Mind giving me a name?"
​

Peach Tea

 

[Peach Tea]

Lucy's golden eyes glittered, "No and-" she let out a light groan, "No." She licked her lips and stared at the woman. She looked... almost familiar? "Besides... I want answers from you before I give you anything," she shifted to get foreward, but let out a soft yelp and moved back to her position she had been laying in before. "I want to know who you are..."
Literally Batman

 

[The Omen of Death]

Deathstroke had finally easily broke off away from the cops, not having to break a sweat whatsoever, considering he had to take on some damn android trying to sneak up on him and some pitiful cops trying to catch him, another pitiful contract with some extra baggage...

Oh, but today was about to get better... He saw a black van in front of the Iceberg Lounge, and with his enhanced vision, he could see that these men were armed, and it held none other than the Joker and Harley fucking Quinn, Deathstroke sighed, now he had to deal with more shit. "You have got to be shitting me..." He said dryly.

He quietly shot his grappling hook up to the roof of a close building that could give him a glimpse of everything that was going on. Pulling himself up he put his head down lying prone, and took out his sniper rifle again, looking down the scope, scoping out what hey may have to deal with. A bunch of useless goons and the two head honcho's, and Harley Quinn seemed to have what was probably a detonator, so they were literally going to blow it up... Deathstroke shook his head at this stupidity, now he had to make sure his employer didn't die on him so he could get paid for what he did, although that did have his mind think, did they find out already that he shot and killed Batman? Joker would definitely be out for revenge if that were the case since he wanted to do it himself, but considering that happened only a couple of minutes ago, that wouldn't be likely overall unless info travels that quickly.

Deathstroke determined he would need to for now content himself with observing before taking action, if he could get a clear shot or something that pointed to foul play were to go down, he would swoop into action, since he couldn't have his employer dying on him, since a contract is a contract and it's a waste if he doesn't get his due pay from it. All the while his mind played out various scenarios in his head as he prepared for a possible fight, tactically taking in his surroundings and whatnot.

DiscoQuinn Harley Quinn Literally Batman

 

[DiscoQuinn]

Joker rolled his eyes as he noticed that his bubbly companion had mentally already shut off as he gave her the instructions. "Dizzy dame..." he muttered his gloved hand pinching her greasepaint covered chin affectionately before he kicked the door open and stepped outside.

The rather tasteless, glowing sign of the Iceberg lounge stood right infront of them, flickering like a spastic seizure. It was gonna be a pleasure to bomb it off straight of the roof from the large building. "Come on, slugger. Let's give Master Blubberpot a visit, see what we can pull out of his beak." he cackled. Of course he didn't notice the sniper that was well hidden on the roof, aiming for their heads. Joker by far wasn't stupid and instinctively let Harley walk infront of him as a feeling of wariness overcame him when he entered the building. His henchmen quickly took out the bodyguards infront of the backdoor.


It didn't take him long till he spotted the blabbering bird. "Old friend now what a pleasure to see you, Oz. I decided it was time to deepen the levels of our friendship and pop in for a spontaneous visit. I can clearly tell how happy you are to see me, bud." Joker approached him, a big smile on his features. His eyes glowing in a way that could mean nothing good. "My, my what a fancy suit you're wearing Oz-pot. My grandpa wore just the same on his funeral. Don't tell me you stole it!" he joked flatly before his features turned serious.

"Now speaking of friendship. There's a teeny tiny thing you got to answer me, Ozzy. Things have been awefully quite lately, you see. A fella like me gets bored easily... Bat signals everywhere but no bat to show up." Joker said and mesmerizingly pointed to the sky. "I bet Harley's last bottle of hairdye that you know something. Where is the bats?" he demanded, taking a step closer and let his switchblade glide down the mans crooked nose, leaving the smallest cut.

Literally Batman Harley Quinn The Omen of Death

 

[The Omen of Death]

As Deathstroke analyzed the situation ahead of him, he saw Harley was, in fact, holding the detonator, the Joker followed behind, seeing as it would probably be a stupid move to try to actually snipe her or the detonator actually, he thought of something better, it would be somewhat loud, but it would give him the jump and the advantage over the situation.

Deathstroke stood back up slung his sniper and quietly, stealthfully and gracefully jumped from rooftop to rooftop, moving to the blind side of Harley, as well as the other goons, he took out a flashbang, took off the pin, mentally counting down, and perfectly counting down the best time to throw it, threw the flashbang in front of Harley, and with very little to no notice due to Slade cooking it, the flashbang suddenly then went off.

And Deathstroke quietly jumped off the roof, taking off straight for as fast as he could Harley Quinn, expecting that even if she tried to move out of the way of the flashbang he could still get the detonator from her hands before she knew what was coming.

Harley Quinn DiscoQuinn Literally Batman