Fandom Batman: Gotham's Protector

[FireMaiden]

Annaliese James
Location: East End District; 3 blocks from home
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Interaction: Elekta Kount
Oh thank god, the person acorss the street noticed. She expected them to call the police, or scare these guys off, or something logical like that. Not pick a fight with them. The three men were now a larger group of seven, and the thought of those men leading her to more were...a bit haunting. Anyway, once their hands left her arms, Anna stumbled back, sliding down the wall as the guy took on a group of thugs. One already had a broken nose thanks to her head, but he couldn't possibly take on all of them. And...well, she could help. Maybe, but not by much. Should she call the police? No, wait, she's drunk and underage. That would just end up with charges she couldn't pay. And possibly no job.

She flinched as one of the men was sent backwards, his friends stumbling a bit to catch him. Her upper arms still stung, which probably meant there would be bruises. Geez this city was the worst, why the he'll did she decide to move here? Reguardless, the shock had worn off, and the adrenaline was helping her regain a bit of her mind, even if it was temporary so she managed to stand.

Looking around, she spotted a piece of wood. It looked pretty solid, and so without much thought, she picked it up, and took a swing at the nearest thugs head. Obviously being hit in the head with a piece of wood hurt like hell, but she didn't expect for him to actually fall unconscious from it. Anna dropped the now broken board, only to realize that half of the group's attention was on her now, while the rest were still focused on the stranger. "Oh fuck."

The leader thug guy, let's call him Bob, drew a switchblade, while the two others still focused on Luke took on a more defensive stance. "You really do know how to mess up someone's good times don't ya?" Bob snarled, "You won't be going home tonight." With that, he charged, the blade aimed at Luke's gut.

 

[Elekta Kount]

East End District, April 24, 23:56
Luke allowed the man to lunge forward at him, then quickly sidestepped to the side, letting the man sail past him a bit before bringing his fist to the side of "Bob's" cheek. The jab threw "Bob" to the side, causing him to roll a bit even after he hit the ground.
At this point, Luke was beginning to warm up, as he began to breath...then brought both his fists into a boxing position, and began bouncing from one foot to another, ready for whatever was about to be thrown at him.
Breath...breath...float like a butterfly...
One of the grunts near "Bob" leaped over his rolling body and charged Luke, pulling his fist back and swinging wild. Luke simply ducked down under the man's punch...
...breath...sting like a bee..breath...
...and delivered powerful uppercut to the man that sent him flying into the air, before he crashed back to earth.
Two more goons decided to try their luck against Luke, as one yelled and charged from the side, while the other came at Luke from the rear.
...breath...the hands can't hit...
As the man from the side swung his arm forward, Luke swiftly bounced backwards to avoid the man's fist...
...what the eyes can't see...breath...
...then as fast as Luke avoided the first punch, he quickly moved his head sideways to avoid the punch from the rear. Luke then before spun around to face the side of the goon, executing an overcut stright into the unsuspecting's man's face, sending him spiraling into the ground.
This caused the remaining goons that were on Luke to backup a tad, a bit taken aback by the young man's combat speed.
Still, the goons still had their numbers to keep their moral from completly breaking, as they began to inch closer towards Luke...though a bit hesitant now.
"C'mon then! That the best you got!? What happened to teaching me a lesson!?"
Luke taunted, as he glanced from goon to goon, each one that Luke's eyes landed on would quickly take a step back.
Luke probably would have probably beaten the remaining goons up had he not spot the women before being ganged up upon by the three other men.
"Uh oh."
Luke muttered under his breath, as he quickly disengaged from the two other goons standing upright, as he ran towards the rear of the three men, quickly grabbing onto the shoulders of one of them, before throwing him backwards onto the ground. It was then Luke quickly slipped himself past the two men facing the women, and bouncing to the spot where his own back was towards the women.
"You know, it takes a special kind of people to gang up on one person like that!" Luke shouted, as he eyed the men in front of him, some were trying to help out their friends that were on the ground. "Didn't your mammas ever teach how to fight fair? Or maybe this five-to-one advantage is meant to compensate for your lack of skill."
Interacting: FireMaiden
Mention: N/A​

 

[olive.tree]

Cassandra Cain
Gotham City, 23:50
A shriek. A few muffled grunts. A guttural cry. Perched spider-like on the gargoyled ledge of an apartment complex, Cassandra Cain - currently Black Bat - cocked her head at the sudden onslaught of sounds. Danger. Not for her; never for her. But for someone. And Black Bat protected all someone's.

Within moments Black Bat was vaulting herself over a rooftop lower than her own, in the direction of the distress. As her descent began, she curled herself into a protected ball and stuck the landing through a roll, pushing herself onto her feet out of it. Her momentum granted her a speedy few strides before she threw herself onto her hands, effortlessly handspringing herself onto the building after that. Another lot of grouped sounds - this time in the unmistakable pattern of spoken words - hit her ears, and she veered right. Peaking into a nearby alley, she drew herself close to the ground, the shadows cloaking and embracing her dark figure.

For a moment, Black Bat felt the slight tug of disappointment. The situation was obvious; a group of C-list thugs had tried to hit someone who knew what they were doing. She wasn't so sure about the girl on the ground; collateral damage, she supposed. Or a girlfriend, a companion of some type. Either way, the fight was over. Then her gaze was drawn to the final two men standing, their knees practically knocking together in cowardice, their hands reaching for their pockets.

Behind her mask, Cassandra's face broke into a delighted smile. She rose to her feet, took a second to map out her movements, then pushed herself lightly into the action.

She landed on the first man's shoulders, her arms latching onto his own and pulling him backwards to the ground. Her elbow hit a precise section on his neck, a pressure point, and she felt him go limp. Landing on her hands and feet, she scurried towards the second offender. Her leg swept outwards in an arc, and his knees buckled. As he fell she took hold of the back of his head, and she smashed it onto the concrete. He struggled for only a moment before joining his friend in sleep.

Her face still lit up in a joyful smile, she moved towards the fallen lady, an unconscious thug in front of her too. Black Bat trod purposefully on his hand, before she extended her own to the wean in a silent offer of help.

Mentions: Elekta Kount Rumble Fish

 

[Noble Scion]

Emma "M" Sinclair
Nearby Emma Sinclair's apartment - 23:50 - April 24th

Spoiler: Appearance

Emma decided to go for a walk to calm herself down and give her some time to clear her head, what with angry thoughts of Batman and the other vigilantes failing to do what needed to be done, and the law preventing her from truly taking action. The bandaged police woman had left her pistol and body armour in her apartment after getting dressed into the white shirt that was barely effectual at all and the grey jeans with a belt, but they were as comfortable as she could get in terms of clothing because of the white fabric covering her body. She locked the door as she left, stuck her hand in her pockets and began making her way down into the streets of Gotham, the sound of silence engulfing her as she took deep, refreshing breaths on her journey to an unknown destination, yet even her breaths were tinted with the scent of ointment. The sights weren't exactly much to take in either: dark buildings on either side, the occasional lamp post and an empty street, yet it simply made her feel all the more comfortable as it was precisely what she was used to.

As she walked, the sound of a scuffle reached her ears, and more importantly, the sound of yelling. She immediately burst into a sprint, following the traces of the noise, as the confrontation certainly sounded like less than a friendly bit of banter. Her leather shoes colliding with the cement pavement and launching Emma forward with all the speed of an athlete, yet sending surges of aches through her body as she did so. There wasn't any time for her to return to her apartment to grab her gun and come all the way back, for all she knew, whoever these people that were fighting could be in trouble, and all it took was a stray hit for someone to end up dead. She pulled out her phone as she ran and quickly called for reinforcements from the police as she explained what her situation was, with her lack of equipment, and the sounds of a less-than-friendly confrontation being made aware to her on the streets

She rounded the corner to find two trembling people about to pull out what she assumed were guns, an angry person in the middle of throwing a person into a large garbage container. It was unwise to simply run up and go for a blow, and so Emma began a more stealthy approach, adapting a quick, crouching walk as she hurried behind one of the two that had their backs to her and wrapped her arms around his neck and bringing him into a hold, sparing the man no respite from the strength of her arms, which in any other situation would have been comfortable as she restricted the flow of blood to his brain with the use of a choke-hold. "FREEZE." she yelled out to the two others in the alleyway "TAKE OUT THAT WEAPON AND YOU'LL BE GOING TO JAIL FOR A LOT LONGER THAN YOU WOULD OTHERWISE." she hissed at the thug closest, her eyes showing no fear, yet merely rage as this person intended to use a firearm on an unarmed man, although this man didn't exactly appear to be completely defenceless if she had to admit. "I AM OFFICER M OF THE GCPD, MORE POLICE ARE ON THEIR WAY." The woman said with practised ease, a certain level of confidence showing to all around that she was not someone to be messed around with
Interacting - Elekta Kount (James Beagle)​

 

[TekSoda]

D20
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:48

"Will you now?" she said, almost chuckling, but more out of nervousness than anything. She put her offhand on her razor-sharp Dice insignia, tapping it twice. The six dots on it started to glow cyan. She removed it with ease, as it had apparently been attached to her suit magnetically, and threw it sideways at the wall next to her. It started ricocheting and whizzing through the room, with many extremely near misses to the both of them, reflecting off batman's armor a couple times without even a scratch. Change of plans, a briefcase would do jack shit. Hoping the physics-defying insignia would be distraction enough, she once again began to reach for her gun. "You aren't the only one with fancy toys. ^s-Step out of the way before somebody gets hurt."

 

[Rumble Fish]

Gotham City, April 24th
Mentions: Elekta Kount olive.tree Noble Scion
Spinal looked around as she saw the man she had seen as a victim kicking the asses of some of the thugs. But alongside him, another figure appeared. A heavily bandaged woman shouting police-like terminology at the thugs. The woman frowned a little as she stumbled back onto her feet. She opened her mouth to say something when another thug seemed to materialise behind her, she spun around to face him. He seemed confident he could take her down.

Spinal lifted her knee up, intending to kick. The thug lunged downward, clearly intending to grab her foot. Ahh, so he fell into her trap. Zelda lifted her knee high, straightened the leg so high up it was almost at 180 degrees, before slamming it downward onto the man’s shoulder, close to his collar bone. The axe-kick, classic. The man yowled as his knees gave way. He fell to the ground. Grinning to herself, Zelda hadn’t become aware of a third member of the party showing up, a woman in a tight and black suit. Interesting… As everything seemed to die down, she took a moment to look at everyone.

“…This was interesting.” She said to nobody in particular, unscrewing her hip flask, “Should have expected this. Gotham and all.”​

 

[Birdsie]

Batman
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:48

D20 hurled some kind of sharp object which ricocheted around the room. Not particularly worried, he observed her body language. He reached for his utility belt and pressed something on it with two fingers, then held whatever he pressed with just one for three seconds before letting go. Did he do something?

After all this observation, he found that perhaps, he understood. Batman, under his cowl, frowned. It was a powerful frown, almost cruel, one that reverberated through the observer. "I understand now," he said as if he figured out a mystery.

Batman approached, undeterred by the dice insignia that hit him a few times and didn't even leave a scratch on him, as he walked across the room and close to her, maintaining the distance of one and a half outstretched arms.

"This is all for show," he asserted, oppressively looking her straight in the eyes.

Something shifted in his eyes. Their usual lines of belligerence turned into something reminiscent of cold neutrality. "I'll give you the benefit of doubt that most people don't get. Drop the briefcase as a sign of good will and I promise I won't hurt you."

TekSoda

 

[TekSoda]

D20
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:49

"Fuck." was the only thing she could think at the moment. He was dead-on. "Y'know, in my ^{2? 3?} 2 years of doing this there's never been an issue with you, but the second I try something big myself I get caught. Look. Any hit you take, you'd whiff, and even if it did connect you'd only graze me. Honestly, I'm more concerned about you messing up the whole operation than me. But, just to be fair, I'll roll the dice. 10 or higher, I surrender." She pulled out a golden D20, with black numbers engraved on its faces. She focused on one thought, "How many minutes would it take for a D4 in an armored car to arrive?" and rolled the die. Nat 1. Perfect, means they're no traffic, and somebody's likely returning from another of the 3 heists planned in the area. She pulls out 2 D10s and does another roll. She knows the D4's number now.

She puts her hand to her ear, more because she thought it looked cool than for actual utility, to make a call in her helmet was hands-free. "D4-33, I want you to drive your car through the west wall of Gotham National Bank. Yes, I'm fucking serious. Yes, now. We have a code black."

Catching the insignia between two fingers nonchalantly, she turns her attention to the Dark Knight. "Well, Batman, looks like your luck's run out. ^{Holy shit I've always wanted to say that.}" she says, and aims her gun straight at his forehead. She just needed to stall one more minute.

 

[DiscoQuinn]

Batgirl
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, 23:52, April 24th

Batgirl hissed slightly as the cat just expertly dodged her attack and instead of causing damage her foot just met the concrete wall behind her. "Yeah, doing something good... you should try it out every once in awhile! I for one know you've helped Batman before. You could use your strengths on something else than just burglary you know" Barbara sighed inwardly giving up as she knew it was fruitless to berate the older and much more experienced opponent cat. They've all chosen the roads they want to go down a long time ago.

Cautiously her eyes followed the cat as she drew circles around her. Was she trying to...circle her prey? An attack was soon following. Barb quickly pushed her elbow up blocking the attack to prevent any lethal attacks on her body middle and tried using her foot in order to kick the cat off balance. She wasn't however able to dodge her second strike in time. Unprepared for the cold metal claws slicing through her armor. She hissed in paint, feeling warm blood seep out of her body.

She charged forward grabbing both her shoulder and used the wall to push herself off to do a front flip over her shoulder using the moment to shove the cats body roughly into the next wall before landing on the ground behind her. Gymnast classes with Dick had paid off... After quickly gazing down to the wound on her body, she realized it was gonna need medical attention soon.

"Could do this all night...well that's till the cops arrive...or Batman!" she bravely chuckled not letting herself show any signs of pain. Do it like Batman...she told herself. "Huh, thought you'd be happier about that..." In the back of the scenery police sirens were approaching them, tones of blue and red illuminating the streets,about two blocks further away. Her dad might be sitting in one of those cars right now, Barbara thought

Literally Batman

 

[Epiphany]

Poison Ivy
Arkham Asylum, 00:00 exactly, April 25th.

It'd been a long time since Poison Ivy had been anything resembling a proper scientist but every experiment required an order of operations. Getting out of Arkham, like any good experiment, required a well-refined methodology, up front planning and perfectly executing on that plan. With Arkham's inmates being made up of the criminally insane, the third leg of the tripod was precarious. It was also all she had.

Poison Ivy had her own specialized cell in Arkham. It lacked any exposed access points to the vents, to the hinges of the door, anywhere where she might be able to work a vine or a seed in. Likewise, the climate was carefully monitored and controlled to prevent her from building up a useful level of pheromones for coopting Asylum security forces, as she'd done a dozen times or more in the past. At this point, she'd largely run out of options for effecting her own escape.

Which is the only reason she'd turned to outside help.

In the past week, she'd quietly 'recruited' captured villain after villain by collecting the seeds from the apples served in Arkham's cafeteria. Naturally, Poison Ivy herself was searched (exhaustively) before being returned to her cell or she'd have just carried seeds in herself as she'd done five other times. No one thought to check the other inmates for seeds though. After all, the redheaded mistress of toxins was not known for playing well with others. After this, she would be. So it was more important than ever not to be caught, or caught again.

Each villain had the instruction to work their seed into the hinge of their cell doors and wait. Over a week's time, she'd tapped more and more of them to be ready for a mass escape. She'd had a pair of special conversations first, though. Scarecrow was distasteful and obviously insane but he was also intelligent and capable of enough organized thought to follow through. Since he was locked up in the cell next to hers, he was tasked with breaking her out, since she'd never be able to get a seed into her own door. In exchange, she would already have delivered him his initial freedom. He would also be invited to tag along with her on her way out of the Asylum. Unlike many of the others, Poison Ivy was never unarmed so anyone in her company had much better odds against those guards than they would on their own.

The second conversation was with a certain highly paid mercenary, Deadshot, who indeed wanted to be highly compensated for his role. It wasn't the first time she'd talked to him through the Green, connecting her in Arkham to where he'd holed up miles away to talk via a potted plant. Money came easily to Poison Ivy, for stealing it wasn't difficult and spending it wasn't really necessary for her. He was directed to a cash drop she'd set up last year for a down-payment with more to come...once he saw to it that Arkham's main doors were opened. Poison Ivy's seeds might be good enough for the asylum's cell doors but there wasn't enough plant matter in the whole building to put together a construct strong enough to break down the main security doors. That job would be left to him.

At midnight, Poison Ivy finally put her plan of action into motion. Her eyes flashed green as she reached out through the Green and sensed the scores of seeds in the hinges of scores of cell doors. She urged her seeds to grow. And, like water turned to ice within a lock, the sudden expansion of the seedlings had an irrevocable result on the steel frames. With several loud cracking noises, each hinge snapped followed by a dissonant thud as each door dropped heavily to the concrete floor.

Now to wait for her allies to play their part...or wait to plan their inevitable demise if they betrayed her.

 

[Elekta Kount]

James Beagle
Somewhere in Gotham City, April 24th, 23:58
James was just about to turn towards the women that fell out of the sky when he heard someone shouting, which caused the man to turn his head back towards the exit of the alleyway just in time to see...a bandaged, er, women? Was she here to try to rob him to? Oh wait, she's just a constable...that looked like a genderbent Ramsay's the Second...called officer M...strangling one of the robbers...bloody 'ell...
"Officer M?" James called out, with a bit of a...not confused...more concerned, face, as he stared past the robbers and at the bandaged girl. "What the hell is M suppose to stand for!? Mummy?"
Jamie didn't really get a chance to receive a response, as what looked like a person in a...gimp suit!?
Jamie had heard from his Uncle Alfie that Americans could be a bunch of nutters, but he wouldn't have imagine seeing them in action...bloody hell, Jamie had been in the city for less then an hour, an' already the craziness was dialed up to +10.
Anyways, the gimp...lady? The gimp lady landed on top of one of the thugs and smacked him quickly in the neck, and then proceeded to kick the other into unconsciousness.
Jamie could only watch, his jaw felt like it was going to hit the ground harder then those thugs did...as the gimp lady scurried past him...
"Where do you think ya-" Jamie yelled, but stopped talking when he saw the gimp lady offering a hand to the women from the sky. The women from the sky, on the other hand, didn't seem to need help, as she also kicked her thug into the ground, before somehow managing to land on her feet.
Truth be told, landing on her feet was the most suprising thing about that entire engagement...then the women reached for the flask...and when she did drink it, Jamie could only stare at her, before slowly bringing his hand up to his face, and face palmed, shaking his head as the man groaned.
"Aight, since that mess has been sorted, would one of ya kind lassies please tell me..." Jamie groaned, while shaking his head, before looking up again, glancing between the two women in front and the women in the rear. "...WHAT THE BLEEDIN' HELL IS GOIN' ON HERE!?"
Jamie then turned his head, looking stright at Zelda for some odd reason.
"An' don't you be sassin' me with "Just Gotham", eitha; who are ya people? An' what's with the Halloween costumes?"
Interactions: Rumble Fish Noble Scion olive.tree
Mentions: N/A​

 

[Birdsie]

Batman
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:50

Batman gazed down at his left wrist unnoticeably while she was busy radioing something in to avoid notice. He made a mental note of everything she said. She was trying to seem professional, create an air of gravity and character, but the truth would be clear to any third-rate psychologist. Insecure and impulsive, feigning confidence.

For the most part, he deduced this from her choice to have the transport go through the wall. With her luck, she might as well walk past him and calmly wait for it to arrive outside the bank. He supposed that only his presence was keeping her from it.

By the time D20 turned around, Batman was no longer looking down, with his eyes locked on her instead. His brows visibly returned to belligerence when she aimed her gun at him, but he didn't waver or move, not frightened in the slightest. More impressively, he didn't move in to disarm her.

"Luck had nothing to do with it," Batman replied to her threat. He crouched, collected force in his knees, then jumped a several meters into the air, spreading his cape. This happened simultaneously as the wall broke down.

Although she might've felt hopeful for the briefest split-second, her wonder would fade as soon as she realized the tanky, black vehicle slowly turning into a break-induced drift going in her direction was not, in fact, the transport she requested.

Whether the batmobile hit her or not, and whether it stunned her or not, Batman's next step would be the same. He swooped and dive-bombed on top of her with a pair of bat-shaped handcuffs already at the ready, trying to lock them around her wrists.

[The following is what hypothetically happens if the above succeeds.]

One of the bank's security guards hesitantly peeked out, smelling the faint fragrance of dust; the kind you feel when a new building is being constructed. He soon realized it was from the debris made when the Batmobile crashed through the wall.

These handcuffs were strong, with a chain and plating from Inconel-Titanium alloy to avoid being broken by someone like Bane or Killer Croc, but their insides weren't. He quickly went to the Batmobile, its windshield opening upon detecting his close proximity. He retrieved a gadget from the stock inside and returned to D20, then put the tip of the gadget to the lock and activated it.

The mechanism practically melted under the heat, locking it shut permanently. It'd take immense force or heat to melt through the alloy, so she was stuck like this for now. Even if her compatriots managed to rescue her, it'd take them a lot of effort and money to take these off. Luck wouldn't make the mechanism fail if there was no mechanism to begin with.

TekSoda

 

[Literally Batman]

Catwoman
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, April 24th

The Cat had not expected so much blood to be drawn, but at the same time, she did nothing to try and stop it. Batgirl was old enough, she could handle a little cut.​

In response to her strikes, Batgirl lashed out again, flipping over Catwoman and sending her flying into the wall. This surprising strike, especially after being clawed, certainly got to her. She felt the hard stone wall strike against her body rather painfully. She grunted. She'd felt worse.

Batgirl tried to taunt Catwoman with the threat of the police force and Batman. "Oh, please. I wish Batman would hurry up already. I'm already bored." She sighed dreamily. "You're right though, old Jim seems to be really concerned with his cat statues. Might want to move a little bit."

Before Batgirl could throw something, Catwoman jumped off the edge of the building. Feeling the ripple of the air, Catwoman flicked her whip again, wrapping around the head of another gargoyle. Swinging like a trapeze artist, Catwoman launched onto the rooftop of another building. Landing expertly, she grinned.

She strode across the rooftop, back towards Batgirl, who was almost certainly following her. She had parked the Catcyle around here, she was certain.,,

DiscoQuinn

Deadshot
Arkham Asylum, April 24th

Deadshot was sitting outside Arkham Asylum, waiting. The last two hours he had been busy picking off all of Arkham's perimeter guards, one by one. He'd grab one, deal with them, and then hide the body. As soon as somebody noticed. they'd find a mercenary swooping down upon them, as Deadshot had been monitoring the radio signals. When he got a job, he did it right.

That being said, this wasn't fun yet. Fun began at midnight, at least, according to his petunia.

Midnight struck, and the fun began. Cursing Arkham guards in the radio streams was generally a sign of that. Unfortunately for the poor guards, "back-up" would not be arriving, as Deadshot had made sure "back-up" was in a dumpster with their throat slit. "Back-up" from the police would also be tough too, for landmines had been placed around the facility in Deadshot's spare time.

Deadshot loaded his wrist launchers. Finally, the shooting part had arrived.

The two guards stationed right in front of the door were quickly dispatched with two bullets to the head. Deadshot then switched weapons to a large RPG he had been packing just for the occassion. A loud "swooshing" noise followed by a massive explosion was heard, and the doors were clean off. Deadshot's contract information was done here, but the odds that his contractor made it out alive were increased if he went inside. Also, after 2 hours of silent assassination, Deadshot was itching to load something up with bullets.

Entering the main wing, Deadshot fired several rounds almost blindly, taking down several security guards. Ivy and the other rich goons were deeper into the facility. That was good for Deadshot.

Plenty more targets to be found.

Epiphany Hammy ​

 

[Elekta Kount]

Two-Face
Arkham Asylum, April 25th
Shouldn't we get moving with the rest?
We should kill them all!
Would that really be the smartest idea?
Their just going to get in the way!
But we had a deal with them.
They'll fools for trusting us!
It'll be much easier to get out if we work together.
We can do this all by ourselves.
That's a lot of guards though.
We'll just kill them too.
That'll just land us a longer sentence.
Nothing we do ever shorten it!
Hm...that may be, but that's not for us to decide
Grrrr
We decide this...
...the only way we know.
The only right way
The only sure way
The only fair way
Let fate decide
Heads we stay.
Tails we leave!
Let the coin decide
*Ping*
...........
............
............
*Whap*
*Pap*
....
"Looks like it's time..."
"...FOR A JAILBREAK!"
...
...
...
Moments after Poison Ivy had broken the cell doors to some of Gotham's most notorious villains. Two-Face stepped out of his cell, both hands were in his pocket, as he glanced about the Asylum hallways...searching for his temporary "allies"... As much as his other personality wanted to kill the others right then and their, Two-Face had cut them a deal. Besides sneaking apple cores to that damn Ivy, Two-Face was also in-charge of getting most of them a ride out of Arkham...although weather or not he would follow through on that deal, it was for the coin to decide...
"They really need to remodel this place..."
"..damn fools if they think they can hold Two-Face!"
Interaction: Epiphany Literally Batman DiscoQuinn Hammy
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[TekSoda]

D20
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:50

"Fuck." was the only thing she could think at the moment, for the second time in a row now. She tried to prevent the handcuffs from being applied and likely would've succeeded if she wasn't simultaneously trying to take in the situation. "D4-33, change of... plans. Return.... back to your ^ow scheduled route, and alert D12 we have a code... amber and... a code black at the same time. My luck's... run out. Godspeed."

She disabled and started an encryption process on everything, including the tracker on her suit: D12 was an opportunistic little shit who would probably use her predicament to attempt to kill her. The only reason he was even kept around was his intelligence and strategic prowess, as well as his metahuman abilities. He'd do a damn good job with his temporary title of leadership.

She had nothing up her sleeves, but it didn't matter. Somewhere en route was a variable to manipulate. Something would knock her out of the Batmobile so she could escape, or if not, the police would just forget to lock her cell. Either way, there was a call to make and a helicopter with her name on it, and hopefully a metric ton of wine as well, whenever she escaped.

Regardless, she turned her attention to the bat, clearly fighting unconsciousness. "I.... would've ^ow gotten away with it... too if it wasn't for you ^ow meddling bat." It didn't matter now. Two other heists had been successfully pulled off. The plan was nearly a success, enough so for some fancy new toys if she ever got out of this, and she was nearly unconscious, enough so to be basically harmless.

 

[DiscoQuinn]

Joker

It wasn’t everyday that he woke up to 4 inch of concrete pressing on his lungs and asbestos in his airways. He didn’t really plan on walking out here as a cripple. People would end up believing his sobs stories after all! Nope hands, foot, knees, toes and little Joker everything was still intact.

For days now he had been sure that something was brooding within these walls but turns out it had quite literally been inside the walls. A certain drowsiness was slowly rising to his head. Oh right... with expertise he pushed against the broken wall pieces on top of him in order to free himself.

Dusting himself off first thing his gaze wandered over the chaotic scenery. He felt slight anger arise inside him. Now who else would dare to cause such a chaos except him. A moving figure in the corner of his eyes made him snap out of his thought.

Both of the Blues Brothers in one person. Harvey Dent...

“Oh Harveys,are we going places?” he spoke up ironically directing both his selfes. “Tell me who do I gotta thank for this little...interverence.” Joker questioned him. “Now don’t tell me it was you, as all three of us know you’re not a schemer, Harv.” he cackled. His question seemed to clear up the same instance when seconds later he spotted Ivy down the corridor. It had been the weed that caused such a fuss.

“No wonder it smells like rotten flowers everywhere. Now I don’t know about you Harv but I’ve still got a couple kid birthdays to blow up.” he told him, with a menacing grin, picking up the gun of a dead guard whose head had been smashed by one of the larger slabs and made his way down the hallway.

Elekta Kount

 

[Birdsie]

Batman
Gotham National Bank > Enroute To Blackgate Island

While she fought unconsciousness, Batman walked up to her and waited for her to end what she was saying. Then, he knelt and pressed his knee against her stomach. "That's where luck gets you," he cautioned, with an intensity in his tone intended to draw her attention.

He hoped that despite the haze her brain must've been in, she was lucid enough that her thoughts would dwell on what he said. Since she was still active enough to relay some last commands, he assumed this was the case. Oftentimes, throwing in a short post-arrest line about how easy it was is an excellent way to deter criminals from crossing his path in the future.

He got up again and looked at the entrance, where the GCPD already entered. The first cop slowly lowered his gun and stared in awe at the scene.

A hole in the wall, the Batmobile in the middle of the building, and Batman on the scene waiting for their arrival. This was most unusual.

Batman quickly gave them a bullet list of what happened, followed by a list of do's and don'ts when handling the (un)lucky prisoner. He decided it'd be the best if he was the one to transport her, to which the lieutenant agreed, saying they don't really have much in way of stopping luck-related powers.

Batman propped D20 to her feet, almost carrying her on his own, wary of any movements she could make but also careful not to worsen her condition. With her power, he was certain she'd survive with little to no permanent damage. While her state might not have been critical, it still must hurt to get hit by a car.

He placed her in the seat beside him, making absolutely sure her arms were restricted in such a way that she couldn't touch anything and that they would stay that way no matter what. In these conditions, taking chances was asking for an accident. He chose to place her next to himself rather than in the back because that way he could keep an eye on her. Again, no taking chances.

After telling the bank owner the League would get in contact with him and pay for the damages, repairs, and all other collateral, he closed the windshield of the Batmobile, which slid onto the car like one on a fighter jet.

The police sirens blared and the envoy rolled out. Taking Batman's advice, the policemen drove carefully and slowed down before any intersection or even turn to make sure nothing would ram into them accidentally. He was very precise in this command, and sadly, protocols had to be followed in a situation like this. Enhanced luck was a broad and annoying power to deal with.

Following after them was the Batmobile. Slowly and carefully, they made their way through the City Hall District.

Stopping for a moment before an intersection, Batman allowed himself half a second to glance in D20's direction before returning his eyes on the road. If she was awake, he'd ask, "Why do you even steal, to begin with? I'm sincerely curious. With your power, you could make a living by visiting casinos alone. Or through a handful of other methods."

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[FireMaiden]

Annaliese James
Location: East End District; 3 blocks from home
Mentioned:
Interaction: Elekta Kount
The thugs finally got smart. Glaring between Luke, Anna, and then the rest of his group, "Bob" decided it was time to just give up. His boys got the message quickly, and so, instead of staying to fight, they bolted. Leaving Anna, Luke, and their unconscious buddy behind them behind as quickly as possible. Anna was a bit stunned, but relieved. She hated tho think about what they would have done to her if this stranger hadn't done something. Pushing herself off the wall so she'd actually move, she took a few uneasy steps up to the strangers side.

"Thank you," She said quietly, her eyes cast downwards at the man she had knocked out, before looking up to Luke. "I guess that's what I get for trying to have some fun." Anna chuckled, but it was dry. He might have been able to smell the alcohol on her breath, maybe her top since she had spilled a little, but still. She was silent for another few moments, pulling down her skirt, before speaking again. "You fight off thugs offen?" She asked.

 

[Elekta Kount]

East End District, April 24 /FONT]
"And y'all better run..." Luke laughed a bit when he saw the goons turn tale and run, feeling a but of deja vu for the entire situation. "... don't come back until y'all've learned some manners!"
Luke watched as the goons disappeared into the night, before turning his head towards the women now besides him.
"Hey, don't mention it, that was the right thing to do..." Luke said with a nod, sounded almost like a cliche, but perhaps there was a reason it was a cliche. "...well, I don't blame you for wanting to have fun, though maybe for the next time, you should bring alone a designated driver so you could avoid the hike."
While the women was taking her time to gather herself, Luke brought his fists back to his side as his bouncing began slowing down and eventually stopping. The young man then stretched his arm a bit, relaxing himself after the fight. In it was probably a bit intense for the young women, as most people would have been a bit shaken up by being ganged up on by so many people threaten to...well, it was a good thing Luke was in the area when he was. Still, these goons(not that Luke wanted to brag) were barely warm-up for a member of the Batman family. Heck, Luke was scolding himself a bit for not being able to take out more of them faster, Batman probably could have put them all on the floor in the same amount of time.
"Heh, you have no idea." Luke chuckled heartily. She really didn't have a clue as to how many baddies Luke's beaten up in this city. "...In Gotham crime is almost normal; there's not a night goes by without a robbery, murder, kidnapping, etc, and the people around here are not afraid of the police either. So knowing how to fight can come in handy..but being sober also helps."
Luke gave the women a smile, before he pocketed his hands into his coat.
"So...I'm guessing your headed home? I won't stay out here any longer, if I were you. At least not this late at night."
Interacting: FireMaiden
Mentions: N/A
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[Elekta Kount]

Two-Face
Arkham Asylum, April 25th
When joker first saw Two-Face, from his angle, you would have been fooled to think it was Harvey Dent. But then, the man turned his face, and revealed the horrbly scarred side of his face.
"Hello, Joker...""...you piece of shit."
Two-Face watched as the clown walked by...before talking to himself.
"The only place I want you to go is a hole in the ground...Let's kill them here!"
Two-Face reached into his pants pocket and retrieved his signature silver coin, then flipped it into the air. The coin spun several times during it's flight, before falling back to the earth where Two-Face caught it. Bringing up the back of his other hand, and placed the coin ontop. Two-Face then removed his hand to see the result...
"Looks like the clown and planet get to live for another few minutes."
"Grrrr"
Harvey placed the coin securely back into his coat pocket, before following after the clown prince of crime. As Two-Face did, he casually swiped a shotgun from a dead guard cocking the weapon with one hand, as he kept the other in his pants pocket.
It probably would have been so easy to end his rival with a shotgun blast to the back of his rival, but the coin had already given him the results.
As the two supervillians in suits approached the women who busted out, Harvey
"Well, well, well...if it isn't the Poison...""...bitch...""...herself...we should be thanking you right now, for springing us, but you should feel lucky....""...I don't have a fucking flamethrower right now to melt your fucking face off..."
It was to mention that the alarms were blaring all through Arkam, as what sounded like a lock-down was being instituted. From the very end of the corridor, it looked like armed guards were beginning to storm towards the three....
"Looks like we've got company..." Two-Face said, as he took his coin out and flipped it into the air, before catching it and seeing the results...
"LET'S KILL THEM ALL!"
Interacting: DiscoQuinn Epiphany​

 

[TekSoda]

D20
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:50

"Casinos are rigged and ^um once you start winning too much, people get suspicious. Same thing ^ow happens when you don't get your hands dirty." Nat flinched in pain. "Y'know, ^ummm I've never intentionally killed someone. I've wanted to, but never have. The count of murder I was accused of ^ow says I pushed him into traffic, but all I did was bump into him out of frustration, and he tripped over a rock and fell into traffic. ^ow I guess running like hell made me look bad. Don't even know how D10 ended up how he did." D20 just talked, probably not even thinking straight. "So here I am, top of a criminal organization. If I leave, I'll probably have to deal with failed assassination attempts for knowing too much until someone pulls some bullshit like what you just did. If I stay without doing shit like that, people get curious where all the funding comes from, which of course raises some eyebrows and possibly a coup. Not saying ^ow I'm stuck in the lifestyle, just saying there's no way out without someone, or probably multiple people, ^uhhhhh dying." her speech was slowing down and her eyes were fluttering closed, but she was not going to fall unconscious. She was not. "That's all I'm telling you. Any more questions will result in shitty references," she said smugly, although her telling him more wasn't unlikely.

 

[Noble Scion]

Emma "M" Sinclair
Nearby Emma Sinclair's apartment - 23:50 - April 24th

Spoiler: Appearance

Emma watched as the other thugs were taken out one-by-one. A new person in a red outfit appeared and shot one of them with what she could only assume was a silenced firearm as one of the thugs simply crumbled to the ground, yet their next sentence made the weapon out to be some sort of tranquiliser pistol. A batman wannabe that was distinctly female took care of another without a word, yet went to the aid of the red outfit, in which she took care of the last of the thugs. Emma felt the one she held gripped stop struggling and allowed the body to simply tip onto the ground as she eyed the small group that had clustered.

The lone man was the first to strike up a conversation amongst the trio of women that had rushed to his aid. "M is for Emma, Emma Sinclair, and I'm glad you find my appearance so funny." she said without even a hint of humour as she looked furiously at him. She'd never handled mockery well. "Start explaining why you're here and what the criminals wanted, although I'm assuming it's just money as you don't seem to be carrying anything important." she ordered him before turning to the two others that had come to his aid. "Gotham thanks the both of you for helping, but I had it handled, and he himself seemed to be taking care of it as well. Vigilantes I'm assuming?" she said, not even waiting for an answer before dropping that conversation and returning to the man. "As I said, some fellow police are on their way. I'll need you to come with us for some questioning once they're here, until then, as you've made it clear that you don't know much about Gotham, I'll start explaining." Emma grumbled as she began pulling one of the unconscious attackers to one of the alleyway walls.

"Gotham has a crime problem, I had a horrific fire accident, these two are probably batman wannabes, who's a big shot vigilante around here, and that's it. Welcome to our lovely little community, enjoy your stay" she growled at him, speaking loudly and clearly despite the layer of fabric covering her mouth, showing a hint of anger towards the two costume-wearing heroes due to their non-lethal approach. She didn't say anything further afterwards, her hatred towards criminals being targeted towards the trio instead as the said criminals were currently lying knocked-out in the alleyway. The officer simply continued lining the bodies against the wall for an easier time of keeping track of them until the police arrived, to make sure none of them ran away
Interacting - Elekta Kount olive.tree Rumble Fish ​

 

[Archdemon]

Jack Carver
Location: Nearby Emma's Apartment
Action: Surveying the situation
Interaction: Emma Sinclair ( Noble Scion ), James Beagle ( Elekta Kount ), Zelda ( Rumble Fish ), Cassandra Cain ( olive.tree )

Jack Carver had answered a call for reinforcements near an alleyway close to where his new partner Emma Sinclair lived. He was driving his 1969 Mustang down the road to where the call was made, hoping nothing bad happened. When the black Mustang arrived at the scene, he saw about 4 standing individuals and what he assumed to be bodies? Hoping that nothing bad happened, he exited the vehicle, taking his keys with him and unholstered his handgun and moved in.

What he saw was, the weirdest thing he'd seen all night. Two people in suits, women he assumed by the general shape of them, A man who didn't exactly look like he belonged there, and Officer Emma, his new partner with the GCPD. He looked at the bodies and at Emma, assuming the situation was under control. He still kept his gun out just in case these suited people try anything.

"Detective Jack Carver, GCPD. I see the situation is under control Emma, but what exactly is going on?"

 

[FireMaiden]

Annaliese James
Location: East End District; 3 blocks from home - Apartment Building
Mentioned:
Interaction: Elekta Kount - Open
Anna remained silent, her arms crossed, and her eyes avoiding Luke. He was making it seem like this was her fault. But maybe it was. She had drank to much, and dressed the way she was...no wo-Stop it! She gripped her arms, biyying her lip. Don't think like that, it never got her anywhere good. It was the thug fault, not hers. Finally, She looked up to the man. "I don't mind the walk...it's good exercise." Honestly she did mind, but the conversion wouldn't last much longer. "Thank you though, for stepping in. You're a hero," She said with a small smile, before she started walking away, throwing a quick wave over her shoulder. "Have a goodnight!" She had to get home anyway, since she had work tomorrow...it was odd, that guy kinda reminded her of someone but...she couldnt quiet place who at that exact moment. As she walked, she slowly realized that she wasnt having as much difficulty as she had been. Maybe the adrenaline hadn't worn off yet, her heart was still racing.

Anyway, the rest of the walk was pretty uneventful. She saw a few people she knew, all of which somewhat shady characters but overall decent people. One of which even walked with her for a few minutes to see if she was alright. Anna was almost never out that late and if she was, it was work related. She assured them she was fine, lying through her teeth, but they didn't notice. Eventually she made it too her apartment building.

One of the nicer buildings in the East End District, it had upgraded security systems and while it was still not the nicest of places, a lot of kids lived there, so typically it was left alone. Walking up the steps, She dug through the small purse she had been carrying for her keys, quickly unlocking the door. Once inside, She sighed. The lobby was pretty much empty, save for the janitor. Giving him a pleasant smile, She walked over to the mail boxes, using her key to open her's. She would spend the next few minutes looking through her mail, before making for the vending machine in the corner of the lobby.

 

[Birdsie]

Batman
Blackgate Island, April 24th, 23:57

Batman was unamused by her speech and his features didn't flinch once throughout it. There was no indication he was listening, other than the fact he had asked the question in the first place. Finally, they arrived at Blackgate Penitentiary.

The reality was that he was busy thinking about her words. The lie detector in his cowl didn't go off, and he wasn't sure if that was due to it working correctly or due to an unlucky malfunction.

Batman raised the windshield and got out, then helped D20 get out and led her to an interrogation room near the entrance to the facility. Several guards looked their way as this happened.

*​

"Let's talk," he offered, sitting down opposite of her. The interrogation room was well-lit, with a table in the middle. "About you."

"There are two options here, no more no less, and I can't do anything about it, but it's your choice which one we take," he said, putting some inflection on the one word to make his message clear; he knew she wasn't a bad person but had to comply with the system on some level.

"First option: I leave you here in Blackgate, informing the guards how to deal with your power. You'll be locked in solitary confinement with special security measures like anyone with powers. But, one day, you make a lucky escape. The wind of this reaches me, I apprehend you, and I bring you back here and we're back to square one, with even more security measures and even less human contact."

"Second option: You tell me what you know about Dice and enter the witness protection program. You're allowed to go free, barring some basic monitoring to make sure you haven't returned to crime. You're assigned a new identity, dwelling, and offered any protection you deem suitable. You can leave the program at any moment and return to your old identity."

Batman looked her in the eyes with his usual stifling gaze. "Any questions?"

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