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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 9:59:39 GMT -8
Wonder Girl Posted: Jan 7, 2007 11:24 AM
“Don’t come near me you twisted freak. Stay. Away. From. Me.” Cassie hissed lasso cackling with electricity. She took a step back and before she could blink there was a large chunk of debris headed for her face.
Ducking at the last second, the piece of debris flew fast over her head and at the speed it was going, gave her a small hair cut. She breathed heavily, in slight shock. This guy had to be a meta or something. No one could throw that fast and that hard and be quote on quote ‘normal’.
As she inhaled for her second breath she felt two fists collide with her face. The warm coppery taste of blood filled her mouth once more. She felt her cheeks getting swollen and the pain ringing in her ears. He continued to hit. Bam. Bam. Bam. Cassie felt herself stumbling back, her lasso slipped from her hands.
Having enough of being his personal punching bag, Cassandra took her foot and kicked the man in the gut and thrusted her head forward hitting her head against Caleb’s watching him stumble back.
“Uh… ow… ouch…” Cassie mumbled falling to her hands and knees in pain. The guy knew how to hit. She was exhausted and her breathing was heavier. She spit some blood on the ground and saw him coming back up at her.
In panic she hit her earpiece communicator panic button. “O-O-Oracle!” Cassie sputtered out. “H-Help!”
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:00:04 GMT -8
Joker Posted: Jan 7, 2007 1:09 PM
Joker crossed the room and sat down in a chair facing Gordon. "Boy, sure has been a long time, eh? How ya been, Commish?"
Joker watched Gordon sit down and switch off his radio. "Both hands on the desk, please... if you don't mind." Once Joker has Gordon how he wanted him he got up and walked over to the window to look out over the havok that was being caused.
"Some night. Think we got another No Man's Land on our hands? I really enjoyed it the first time. Shame about your wife though. What kind of a sick bastard would do a thing like that? Oh that's right... heh... it was me."
Joker turned to the commissioner and gave him an evil grin. He could tell his blood was already boiling. Joker liked it. He decided to continue.
"I just hope your daughter is all right. I mean... it's dangerous enough being out there when you actually have use of your legs... but to be in a wheelchair? That's a bit of a disadvantage..."
Gordon cursed at Joker, but rather than intimidate him, all it did was make him laugh.
"Annnnny-who... I was sorta hoping you could do me a favor." Joker raised his gun again and then asked his question.
"Think you could take me to the roof? I've always wanted to see that signal in person. Hehehe..."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:01:07 GMT -8
Caleb Posted: Jan 7, 2007 1:11 PM
The girl was tough, he'd give her that. This was coming from a guy that had gone toe to toe with Superman not to long ago, but she was just as tenacious a fighter as the alien. Of course, that could just be because his main advantage against the man of steel didn't work with her. As a being of magic, his punches hurt Superman more then normal, while to her, it was no different then getting punched out by Wonder Woman. Grinning, he raised one hand to slowly wipe away some of his own blood that leaked out of the corner of his mouth. Looking at it, he chuckled maliciously. Of course, in pure strength he was stronger and tougher and he was fresh while she had been trying to prove she was something she wasn't. A hero.
"Oh well, since you told me to stay away from you, I guess I will. Honestly girl does that ever work? All your screaming and crying, your empty threats and histerics, you are such a woman. Weak and pathetic, your only real weapon between your legs. I do believe I will enjoy doing you in more then I will Barbara Gordon. Land sakes girl, I think at this point, i'm killing you more for my own personal joy then to seal my masters deal. See I guess it's alright to tell you since you'll be dead soon anyway. My master is Neron the Demon, a granter of wishes. Sometimes however, instead of a soul for power, he engages in deals a little more ..... practical. Say, a magical talisman for the death of some folks. Now he can't do it himself, rules ya see, so he has folks like me, his willing servants, his good right hand if ya will. Now I don't know who wants you and several other seemingly unconnected people dead, nor do I know who it is. But girl, your name was second on that list right next to Barbara Gordon. I couldn't kill her, but second prize is just as sweet. Now, what say we finish this eh? Before your little friend can send anyone to cut in on our special together time."
Lashing out with his foot at her stomach, he was now less fighting her, then striking out merly for the purpose of causing her pain. This was his life, to bring misery to others and right now he planned on making white hot pain the center of Wonder Girls world for the rest of her very short life.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:01:45 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jan 7, 2007 2:59 PM Bringing up her active grid of Gotham City, she typed in a few commands that brought up a series of green dots. Each dot seemed to be moving... either greatly or very slightly. However, one wasn't moving at all.
Her green dots on her grid represented any and every registered hero she had a direct link with.
"Why aren't you moving?" Pressing her finger on the non-moving dot to further investigate she brought up the information.
Connecting with the device, she spoke. "FLASH--! Do you read me-- What's going on? Are you there-- come in--"
With her fingers moving across the keyboard, she attempted to find his internal core temperature. Maybe he was hurt.... badly or... worse. She silently prayed. She couldn't bare another loss.
He's loosing body heat...
"FLASH! Respond--!"
Keeping an eye on Black Canary's and Ravager's fight with Prometheus she tapped both of their ear pieces. "I TOLD you two to be careful--! You'll need to work together to take him down.
"Ravager, try to muster your strength. He's going to go at you with full force and everything you don't have. Try to distract him. I'll try to hack his helmet... I may not be able to get in due to what happened the last time, but at least I'll be able to short his signal for a few seconds. Canary-- i'll need you to rush him while Ravager has him distracted.
"Try to get to his helmet's weak point and unleash a sonic cry. Shatter it.
"It'll be important you guys work together and Ravager gets out of there uin time otherwise she'll fall victim to your cry. Shall we attempt it, ladies? Just give me the word--"
Hearing yet another voice come through her system, she frowned. Was that Cassie's voice she heard?
"Cassie--!?" She didn't sound well. She sounded... so weak. "Cassie who's there with you? Turn on your visuals-- let me see."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:02:04 GMT -8
Black Canary Posted: Jan 7, 2007 3:07 PM
"Lets do it...I'm tired of wasting time on this punk" She kicked him again
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:03:58 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jan 7, 2007 5:23 PM
"You've got a package, Grayson. You'll get it once it goes through examination in a few hours."
"Can I at least see who it's from?" Dick asked, leaning against the cell door, his arms casually stuck between the bars.
"Shut up, Dickie." The guard called back, leaning back in his chair, reading a 'girlie magizine.'
Dick was in one of those moods. Where he lived up to his namesake. Besides, he was in jail, and this was a cop on the take. He had nothing to lose by pissing him off. "Gee, you're in such high spirits. You shouldn't be complaining." Dick started, "You're not the one who has to eat this crummy prison food."
"Can it, Grayson."
Dick pulled his arms out of the barred door and walked away. Okay, no more entertainment from that guy.
Note to self: When I get out of here, pound that guy down.
He didn't really remember that note though. When a prison blows up and a brick the size Calculator's ego hits you upside the head and knocks you out....you tend to forget a few things.
Dick mumbled lighlty as he sat up, brushing debris off of him. There was spot on his head swollen enough to be mistaken for an egg. He thought up a Penguin crack, but pushed the thought away. As he spit out blood and a bit of a tooth, he figured there were more important things.
He must've been out for a good few hours. Turning his eyes to the sky he could guess at least six. Four at the least. His package that had come in for him was lying a few feet away. The explosion had thrown it off the table.
Dick crawled towards it, debris and dust coming off of his body as he did so. He grabbed the package and pulled away at the paper covering it. It was a Christmas present. Or at least, disguised as one. If it was another bomb, he'd get alot more than a few bruises this time around.
As he pulled the wrapping paper away he peered at the box, a note written on it in Bruce's handwriting.
When the moon rises, you'll be needing this.
Sure was straightforward enough to be from Bruce.
Pulling open the box, he removed a bunch of junk from it which was obviously Bruce's cover for whenever the box went through inspection. He removed a fake bottom to the box, and eyed it for a second. It was the usual. X-ray proof. Led lined. Not even Clark could peek through this one. "Must be handy when the big guy gets his presents."
And upon removing the fake bottom, a folded up suit sat there. And atop....sat a mask.
"Damn, Bruce. I've never been so happy to get 'junk mail.'
A few minutes later Nightwing rose from the debris, dusting himself off.
Forgot how damn comfortable this thing was. In comparison to an orange jumpsuit at least.
He had probably been presumed dead seeing how he'd dissapeared in the explosion. He hadn't talked to anyone on the outside since he last spoke with Barbara in their charming little phone chat. There was something he didn't wanna look back on.
Rubbing his head slightly, he tried to set himself up. As he did before every patrol.
The Flying Grayson falling from the trapeze. The thud of their bodies sending up a bunch of ringcenter dust. The dust taking shape in the air. The shape of a bat. The Bat.
Dick spoke. Half into his communicator, half into his own heart.
"Nightwing's back."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:04:16 GMT -8
Penguin Posted: Jan 7, 2007 5:50 PM
At the end of the tunnel Penguin grabbed his things and climbed a ladder to a hatch in the ceiling. He unlocked it and pushed it open, threw his belongings into the room above him, then finished his climb.
Upon entering the room he brushed himself off, picked up his things, and shut the door in the floor. "Home sweet home."
Penguin, in the basement of his apartment building, made his way upstairs and boarded an elevator to his penthouse. The lift came to a stop and he stepped out, moving quickly to his bedroom. He grabbed a small suitcase, tossed a few articles of clothing into it, as well as toiletries, and then closed the piece of luggage.
He placed a call to his personal pilot. He needed to be picked up immediately... no, it couldn't wait. He'd meet the helicopter on the roof to be transported to Gotham City Airport.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:04:41 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jan 7, 2007 6:07 PM
Hearing a familiar voice come from her speaker's Barbara's head lifted up. Was she hearing things correctly?
Was that Nightwing's voice that just spoke?
She quickly assumed to trace the call to see where it registered.
But I saw GCPD completely blown to hell-- there's no way he or daddy--
She stopped, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief.
And here she expected the worst after all of this time.
Dick made it out?
Maybe if he did.. her father did too. "Nightwing-- is that you--? Please respond--!"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:05:28 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jan 7, 2007 6:14 PM
Dick held his hand to the side of his mask as Oracle's voice came through the commlink. His mind trailed back to their phone conversation.
The inner voice yelled at him. Alot of people had an inner voice which they felt guided them towards whatever they did. A gut instinct if you will. Or maybe the little angel on the right shoulder and the little demon on the left. He only had a demon. He never 'saw' it, but he heard it's voice in his head whenever he wore this mask. Guiding him from inside. And ironically. It was the voice of his mentor. The voice of the Knight.
Not now. You've got a job to do, keep your mind focused, Nightwing.
Sometimes the voice was too accurate to what Bruce would say. Afterall, Bruce never referred to him as Dick when he was in costume. That whole split personality thing Bruce has going. If he said half the stuff to Leslie Thompkins about that that he did to every one else she'd give him a CAT scan.
"Bluebird here. I'm in the GCPD headquarters. I've been out for a good few hours. Someone tell me what the hell is going on."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:05:50 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jan 7, 2007 6:42 PM
Breathing a sigh of relief, she closed her eyes, her fingers curling around the armrest of her wheelchair. She turned off her voice syth, knowing she had no need to hide her true voice from him. "Dick.... "
All she could think about was their last conversation and how badly her heart was hurting after she spoke to him. He hung up before she could even realize it and by then.. it was too late.
It probably looked like she never cared about him, and never wanted to get off her high horse.
But that wasn't true.
She did care for the boy, but sometimes her ways of showing it were often times conflicted. "I'm.... I'm so sorry.."
She paused. "A second before you hung up... I realized everything.. I realized what you were trying to say.... but I couldn't apologize for what I said because.... you hung up.
"I'll... understand if you never want to speak to me.. or see me again after that...." she closed her eyes, feeling a single tear run down her cheek. "I wouldn't blame you.
"But just-- know that.. I KNOW... okay? I... just couldn't see it until the words came out of my mouth.....
"I don't hate you. I...."
Hearing static, she frowned. Was he even listening to her. "Calculator rigged explosives in the New Year's ball. It dropped... and exploded. There's a bunch of OMACS in the city... and an insane number of loose rogues."
She choked, almost afraid to mention it. "Dick-- was my father there at the station with you?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:06:09 GMT -8
Two-Face Posted: Jan 7, 2007 6:42 PM
"Going somewhere, Oswald?" Two-Face switched on a lamp to reveal himself sitting in the corner of the room, a gun in one hand, his coin in the other. "I know you wouldn't just leave me with that mess of a nightclub, especially after you ordered a fire fight with the police. There's no way I can stay there now. You've broken our deal, Mr. Mayor."
Two-Face stood up and started walking toward Penguin. He noticed the other man's hand wrap around the handle of his umbrella. Knowing he could only be preparing for an attack Two-Face rushed toward him and hit him square in the nose with the butt of his gun. Penguin made a noise which could only be described as a squawk, and dropped the umbrella, bringing both hands up to his nose. His white gloves were being stained red from the blood.
Two-Face kicked the umbrella across the room and pushed Penguin down into a chair. While the bird tilted his head up to try and stop the bleeding Two-Face picked up the briefcase on the floor. It was filled with cash.
"This... this is mine now. What else are you going to do to make sure I don't leave you here for the police?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:06:27 GMT -8
Penguin Posted: Jan 7, 2007 7:00 PM
Penguin kept his head tilted, hoping the blood would stop, listening to Two-Face's words. "Harvey, listen... I didn't mean for our deal to go bad, believe me. It's Calculator who did the double-crossing. I thought we had a wonderful partnership. But this city is going straight to hell, and there's no sense in staying. Spare me anymore pain and don't leave me for GCPD and you can come with me. You let me go and that private jet of mine I'm headed for will take you anywhere in the world you want to go. What do you say?"
Penguin reached slowly for the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a handkerchief to hold his nose with. He tried to look Two-Face in the eye, but it was hard to do when he had to keep his head back. "Do we have a deal?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:08:59 GMT -8
Nightwing Posted: Jan 7, 2007 7:01 PM
He surveyed the scene laid out before him. Utter chaos. The police station was in ruins. The rest of Gotham would probably be just as destroyed. It would take years to rebuild. They're probably going to be naming it No Man's Land II. Terrific. It was time to make up for his absence. He had a feeling Gotham would be needing every person in bulletproof underwear they could get their hands on.
Then she started speaking to him. About their conversation. He was surprised, to say the least. He wasn't accpecting her to acknowledge that until after the war that was sure to come. Assuming anyone in a mask survived the war that is.
He lowered his head as her voice came through. Her real voice. His body was cloaked by the entity known as shadows, and he listened to her words as Nightwing went away, while Dick Grayson stood there in the mask.
"I don't care, Barbara." he started "It doesn't matter anymore."
He stood there quietly as the two of them remained silent. His words weren't too specific. It wasn't assumable what he was saying he didn't care about. He could mean anything. Maybe he didn't care about what had happened. Maybe he didn't care about her. Their little argument could've unlocked something that had long been buried within him. Since the day his parents fell to the center ring. The shadow of the bat.
Yeah right.
"It doesn't matter to me. We both made a mistake somewhere along the line. I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't forgive you. You already know where I stand. I want you back. I don't care about the bad things. I love you for the good things. The bad things are just human error. And beside...I've done more than my fair share of 'human error.'"
He lifted his head lightly, half of his face in the light.
"I don't need to forgive you. I don't care about whatever you've said or done. I just need you to forgive me. I just....need you."
Gordon
"I saw him an hour before the bomb went off. He came to talk to me. He believed I was innocent and said he'd stay late reviewing my case. Chances are he was here when the explosion took place."
He flipped through the air landing on a broken pipe, getting his body warmed up. From the hightened area, he surveyed the area. Debris was everywhere. He saw a good deal of bodies....but none of them being Gordon's. That was good. Without the evidence of his death the chance remains that he's still alive.
Remember Nightwing, the absence of evidence isn't the evidence of absence.
"I'll find him."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:09:42 GMT -8
Two-Face Posted: Jan 7, 2007 7:22 PM
Two-Face listened to Cobblepot's offer and the inner-conflict started.
What makes you think you can trust him? He'd shoot you in the back the first chance he got. There's no way that pompous bird would let you get away with all that money if he could help it.
I've got the upper hand. He's unarmed, he's wounded, he's scared to death. He's being sincere. He just wants to survive at this point.
You always were naive, Harvey. He double-crossed you, left you to die in this hell hole. I say you return the favor. You'll still get your plane ride, with or without him.
Two-Face looked down at the coin in his hand. He looked at Oswald and with a flick of his thumb the coin was in the air, spinning so fast it looked like an orb floating in mid-air before is started to come back down. Two-Face caught it without looking, still making eye contact, and then flipped it over onto the back of his hand.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 9, 2008 10:14:08 GMT -8
Oracle Posted: Jan 7, 2007 7:51 PM
Feeling a lump forming in her throat, she tried to swallow it down as he listened to him speak.
He doesn't care? She panicked and her heart fell. He doesn't care about what.. me? Damn it Barbara--! See what you're damned emotions gotten you into now?
As he continued, she realized, she was wrong in thinking. She spoke softly. "I'm not forgiving you because you were already forgiven. I love you, Richard... you should know I could never stay mad at you. You mean everything and the world to me." A small hint of a smile formed against her face. "...even if you do something stupid... You're still forgiven."
If anything, that was her father. That man never failed to amaze her. She almost begged. "Please find him?"
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