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James Beagle
James hung on as he felt the police car speed up, as he glanced at M with a raised eyebrow.
"So...I'm assuming bringing civilians to this..."Mess up", is also part of police protocol? Or are you just giving me the local tour?"
James didn't really have much time to get an answer before they arrived at this...very run down and haunted looking building. If there's a "Mess up" in this place, I don't think that's a good thing.
The mummified women then got out, talking to herself as she did, leaving James to wonder what on earth was going on....least till he heard a rattling sound from the back.
James then turned his head, and spotted the drunk women from before loading her tranquilizer gun.
"Uh, love, what are you doing?"
The next moment, the women had opened to car door and stepped out...only to fall flat on her face.
"Of course...she drunk."
Deciding that since most of the people who hadn't wanted to rob him had stepped out of the car, James would simply follow their example, get some fresh air.
Not even a secound after James had opened the car, there was a sound of several vehicles approaching from the rear. Leaning against the police car frame as he stepped out, James turned his head...then his eyes went wide...
"Shite"

Two-Face
Arkham Asylum, April 25th
What appeared to be several armored vehicles rushed past the police car, one of the cars even slamming into the M's police car, knocking it a bit to the side. There were all kinds of vehicles, from trucks to vans sedans; all had armored plating attached, and some even had machine guns mounted on-top. However, one stood tall above the rest, a large armored truck, half of which was painted black, while the other was painted white.
Moments later, these vehicles quickly pulled in-front of the criminals, and it was soon clear to everybody: These were Two-Face's gang, signified by their half black half white color schemes from their vehicles. The doors were suddenly flung open, and out poured mobsters from Two-Face's gang, all were heavily armed and armored. These armed thugs then began spreading out across the courtyard, firing off their weapons, laying down a barrage of covering fire for their boss. Several of the thugs, including some of the drivers, quickly exited their vehicles and began to move towards the armored truck.
"Your chariots awaits...""...but I ain't fuckin' drivin' you fucks...if you shitheads don't want to get clobbered by the bat..""...stay close to the armored truck...but after we get into the city...""...you fucks are on your own...C'MON BOYS!...""...we're pulling out...""...and if your not on-board...""...we're not coming back for you!"
With that, Two-Face made a break for the armored truck, it's passenger door opened and Two-Face quickly got it, shutting the armored door behind him. At the same time, both the armored goons and newly released inmates began to retreat under the cover of machine gun fire and climbing into the various vehicles.
The armored truck soon sped past M and the people near the police car, followed by the vehicles loaded with Two-Face goons. It would appear that the armed convoy was making a break for the city, guns blazing, and Two-Face's armored truck was the vanguard of it all...
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Emma "M" Sinclair
Arkham Asylum - April 25th

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"Hmph." Emma merely grunted in response to the question sent her way. What other options had she had When sent a distress call from her department? She couldn't just leave a bunch of criminals lying around, and she doubted there was enough time to detour to the department, then back to the asylum, she wasn't super-woman. Yet just as she had time to think such a thought, a small army appeared out of nowhere and rammed its way past everyone and everything. Emma didn't even attempt to stop them, choosing to instead take cover behind her car, should they choose to open fire. Thankfully, they didn't, instead opting to merely escort a variety of prisoners away from the compound, which as bad as that was, it wasn't the worst thing that could've happened.

"What the hell..?" She grumbled as the militia rushed away as quickly as it had come. "This was definitely organised.." the burnt police woman muttered under her breath before turning around to see a rather unhappy drunk woman holding that tranq gun of hers. "My god.. Do I really need to deal with you again? Put that thing down you idiot." M growled in an exasperated fashion, rolling her eyes at the caped crusader that seemed like they were having difficulty even standing upright
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Zelda Williams
Gotham City, April 25th
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Zelda had heard the grumbling from both the British man and the policewoman and chose to not dignify either with a response. She just wanted to get out of that car since she knew that if she were to throw up in there, she'd probably have another charge of... vandalism or something. She just glared at the woman before she thought she heard the sound of squealing tires.
"What's g-Woah!" She yelped as she dove to the side as she saw a convoy of cars barreling towards them. She managed to jump back into the police car, just as it got rammed. This was the last thing she had expected today, and could feel her hear pounding in her chest, feeling as though it could burst out of it.

Getting out of the car again, she watched as the convoy sped away towards the city. She raised her tranq gun, intending to fire but she ultimately decided against it. Sure, she was drunk but she still had some sense. The sudden adrenalin and fear made Zelda feel physically unwell. She put a fist up to her mouth as she felt the sudden urge to heave. But she managed to suppress it, just as the police woman turned to her and berated her for being out of the car. The woman breathed in heavily through her nose, the rush of cold air temporarily making her feel less ill.
"I'd worry more about that." She pointed at the now disappeared convoy, "At least this thing doesn't kill... I think. I dunno. Still working the kinks out with it. Didn't kill me earlier so thats something... wish it did but- What the fuck was that?!" She suddenly seemed to snap back into reality as what should have been her initial reaction suddenly came through. Thank God she refused to do surgery anymore, or any doctoring at all. She could not help people before, this was worse.
"...Now what?" ​

 

[Birdsie]

Batman
Arkham Island > In Pursuit

The Batmobile could easily speed up to well over two-hundred kilometers per hour. If the afterburner was activated, the sound barrier would be broken. Batman himself received driving lessons from professional racers and has been taught evasive and chase maneuvers.

In addition, the Batmobile had state-of-the-art software that detected and calculated any incoming traffic in the neighboring streets, then re-adjusted the Batmobile's velocity and trajectory slightly to avoid any unwanted collisions with civilian vehicles coming in from around the intersections and corners.

What made this easier was the characteristic rumble of the Batmobile's engine, which could be heard from a block away and more often than not made people pull over.

The point of this explanation is that it took the Batmobile a measly two minutes to get from East End to Arkham Island. As he approached, the Batcomputer patched him through and showed him an image being live-broadcasted from one of Arkham's security cameras near the entrance, and Batman caught a glance of Poison Ivy along with several dangerous convicts getting onto a van.

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The engines revved with the roar of a muscular beast, as the Batmobile took the corner and drifted slightly, becoming visible in the side view mirrors of the van, roughly five blocks away, but quickly catching up. It got to around thirty meters behind the van and leveled its speed to be on par with it.

Batman quickly set the car to auto-pilot and follow the van. After that, the top of the vehicle opened up and ejected him into the night's sky. He deployed the glider apparatus in his cape, then used the momentum of the ejection to move forward at high speed.

THUD. Something heavy hit the roof of the van.

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In the next post, the Batmobile will attempt the PIT maneuver, after which Batman will break one of the van's windows with a kick in an attempt to disable whoever is in the driver's seat. In the interest of fairness and making an interesting story (if he just catches them here, that won't be fun,) I'm telling you this. Try to avoid the Caped Freak.

 

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Poison Ivy

The escape via van was all Two-Face's to arrange and he'd succeeded admirably...at least until the Batmobile showed up. Poison Ivy's glare could draw blood and she silently cursed leaving the two love-addled security guards behind. They could have been useful muscle against the Rodent, especially since he'd almost certainly pull his punches with them, setting him up for an effective blindside. But there was no use crying tears over cut grass.

Oh wait. There was always use in crying over the despoliation and destruction of the natural world!

Poison Ivy hefted her Venus Flytrap in her hands as she climbed over to the window, every inch of her barely clothed figure enticing for the exactly zero number of men looking her way as they, like her, were worried about the approaching Batmobile. Unlike them, she had the means to do something about it. "Sorry, my sweet love," she whispered, patting the plant with regretful affection. "I would have loved to take you home and planted you. Now, go and plant him six feet under!"

The redhead opened a side window and tossed the potted Venus Flytrap out towards the pavement. Her eyes flashed with her connection to the Green and the plant erupted with sudden, furious growth. And as the pot shattered against the street, the now giant-sized Flytrap chomped the whole front end of the Batmobile. Unfortunately for everyone including the plant, that much forward momentum didn't stop on a dime. Instead, the back end came up and the whole car flipped end over end in the air...flipping the whole Venus Flytrap with it thanks to its iron-like grip on the car. A second later, the plant released and both flytrap and car went tumbling to the ground behind the escaping criminals as the van sped on.

THUD.

"Oh sweet cheese and crackers," she growled. Then Poison Ivy immediately clasped a hand over her mouth. That's it, Harley's not allowed to watch Zootopia anymore.

 

[Elekta Kount]

James Beagle
James was pushing himself up upon the car hood, as he watched the convoy disappear from sight.
"Bloody 'ell...I'll say...better organized then some armed forces in the world..." The Brit muttered, even he was caught off guard at how this group of civilians acted...the very thought only caused the man to shake his head, as he glanced over to the police women. "...this your weekend?...Shite...I knew your lot had problems with criminals but...an' armed and armored convoy?..."
James then looked back at the direction of the vehicles, though he didn't have long to think on that.
Rather, a number of gunshots came from the direction that the convoy had come, and had the others looked back, they'd be greeted at the sight of Arkham's entrance, with crocks and thugs of all variety still battling the guards.
This caused James to duck down a bit, as he observed the fight, before glancing at the mummiffed police cop.
"So...wot's ya plan of attack?...turn tail an' run?...wait for reinforcements?...go off of the armored car?...or charge in like a bunch of drunken knuckle-headed buffoons..." James glanced over at Zelda. "...like this one over 'ere."
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Two-Face
Arkham Asylum, April 25th
Two-Face and the armored truck driver were currently sitting quite pleasently in the safety of their armored car, driving down the path of Arkham Asylum, when-
"*BOSS!*" Someone shouted from the radio attached to the truck. "*THE BATFREAK'S 'ERE!*"
The yelling was followed by a Wilhelm scream, as it would appear that who ever was reporting the news of batman's arrival had been in a certain armored vehicle...that had now smashed into the side of the now colossus venues fly trap in the middle of the road behind the armored convoy, leaving both it's passengers and occupants to the mercy of the planet or batmobile.
"Of course...""...the Batfuck showed up..." Two-Face muttered, as he glanced out the side of the armored car, observing batman, now on Ivy's van."...I'm just surprised his little entourage....""...of bird freaks...""...isn't with him yet....but they'll show up eventually..."
Two-Face turned to his side, looking back into the armored van at armored goons in the back.
"Gentlmen...""...did you rig the car...""...as I've requested?"
"Hehe, all rigged up an' ready ta blow, boss!" The armored goon in the back crackled, as he tossed somthing to Harvey, who promptly caught it. "...you do the honors!"
What the goon had tossed to Two-Face had been a detention device. See, Two-Faced had his rescue goons rig up some of the escape vehicles to...explode, upon remote detention. In fact, there was a reason why none of Two-Face's goons were driving the other criminals out. The escape craft the other criminals were driving, were all rigged to explode. At the push of this very detention device.
But as we all know with Two-Face....
...Weather you lived or die...
...It all depended on a coin toss...
*Ping*
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*Whap*
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"Well boss!? Watcha waitin' for!? Kill the batfreak! Make 'im go boom!"
*CRUSH*
"Well...our lives just got harder..."
"What the hell boss! Why did-"
The goon who was about to yell at his own crime boss quickly shut his mouth, as he meet eyes with Two-Face's "bad" side.
"Bu...bu...we worked hard on that!"
"Give it up, rookie...it's like this all the time...with the coin...better get used to it now..." One of the other goons said with a sigh. "...'cause you really don't want to get on the Boss's bad side."
"Will you two jibberin' oofs stop yammerin' back there and get an' rpg out there!" The driver yelled back into the van. "Coppers are settin' up a blockade!"
As goons scrambled to grab said rpg, in front of the crminal convoy were a brigade of police and swat officers, with a number of police vehicles blocking the road ahead. Said officers were quickly getting into position, and the moment they could, began opening up on the convoy.
Lucky, all that armor on the vehicles were able to hold up against the small arms fire from the police, as the goons that could opened up on the police themselves.
As the bullets bounced off of , an upper body appeared from the spearheading armor truck, wielding an rpg. The goon took aimed at the center of the police blocaked, and fired, the rocket zooming forward, leaving a trail of smoke in it's wake. The rocket found it's mark in the center, detonating the police cars parked in the middle, and throwing whatever officers that couldn't get out of the way in time to the ground.
In the next instant, the spearheading armored truck rammed through the blockade, followed by the rest of the convoy that was now open firing wildly at the passing police.
The convoy had now gotten out of Arkham Asylum and were speeding stright towards downtown...
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Emma "M" Sinclair
Arkham Asylum - April 25th

Spoiler: Appearance

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"That was a little army, and yes, I'm going after it." Emma simply growled as she swiftly returned to her car, slightly bothered by the dent in it, but the thought was swiftly drowned out by adrenaline. "You two can come with me if you want, but fair warning, drunk, if you shoot me with a tranquiliser while I'm driving, you're suicidal, an idiot, and if I don't die in the crash, will kill you myself. Got that?" Emma growled in a no-nonsense way before hopping into the black police car once more, turning around to follow after the recreational militia before awaiting her two new 'friends' choice to either join her, or not.

Emma would have much preferred if she just left them to be dealt with, but there clearly wasn't any police forces to take over custody of them, and while simply leaving them was an option, it was a risk to their health with all the criminals running about since Arkham had been broken open. "This whole catastrophe came out of nowhere.." She gritted, trying to gather her thoughts despite the surge of energy coursing through her body, and while the correct thing to do would be to help manage the break out with all the other police, she couldn't simply let the perpetrators escape free with all those inmates on-board, and while there was doubt that she'd be able to stop them, at least she might be able to glean some information about them by chasing
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Zelda Williams
Gotham City, April 25th
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Zelda growled to herself as both Emma and James called her a drunk and basically called her stupid. Frowning in annoyance, she took out her flask and took a sip from it. If she didn't, she felt like she would freak out; she needed something to calm her nerves. She looked at the policewoman as she threatened her about the tranq gun. The woman sighed angrily, "I am suicidal but I'm not one of those cowards who take people with me." she said as she just got back in the car in frustration. She was not willing to walk back to her apartment at this time. At least she would probably sleep in a jail cell, that was better than nothing.

"How about I just hang myself back here with my belt? At least I wont be in your way that way." she grumbled at the cop. She still felt sick to her stomach. She looked where the convoy had gone and sighed. She did not really want to be involved in this but it was this or passing out in some alleyway. She did think about saying something else but knew it would result in her being thrown out or shot. She looked at the British man and the mummified policewoman and snorted in both amusement and annoyance. "Gotham's finest right here, huh?"

 

[Birdsie]

Spoiler

Batman
In Pursuit > Chase Scene

Batman was undeterred and didn't spare a glance to his now-flipped car. It was a shame, and a loss of a possible tactical asset, and the Batjet would have to retrieve it later. Note to self, Batman thought: add pistons to the top of the Batmobile, if it can even fit in that many gadgets...

Batman was ready to jump in through the driverside window at first, as even though the PIT maneuver plan failed, that didn't exactly stop him, but then he noticed something on the other van driving just ahead. A crook with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher peeked out of the window and prepared to fire.

Firing a rocket with this kind of turbulence was incredibly stupid, Batman thought. The risk of recoil breaking your clavicle or the crosshairs hitting your face were too big to be worth it. Then again, this was either doing this or going back to prison, which he supposed was a fair deal for a criminal. Not that he'd let it happen.

Batman knelt, holding onto the front ledge of the van he was on with one hand, for additional stability. He used the other hand to retrieve the Batclaw from his utility belt and aimed it at the crook's RPG, then pressed the trigger.

The batclaw sped out and at wrestled the RPG. Maybe the thug wouldn't let go, but Batman wouldn't let him aim it properly at the police blockade unless someone veered him off of the van (in which case either the RPG or both the RPG and thug would follow.)

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