|Gotham Rp|

[Peridot]

With each passing day, Cody invested more funds, time and energy into his super-villain persona, “Kraken” and less and less into his civilian alter-ego. The boy began to become overshadowed by the monster as each petty crime and penny ‘earned’ went to improving his gear and the dank corner of the metro tunnels which Kraken called ‘home’. His clothing was still black and electric-blue, but instead of being made of spandex it was woven with several layers of carbon nanotubes. This made the outfit light, very conductive bullet resistant, and incredibly strong and durable. Even his metallic tentacles contained strands of the ultra-hard nanotubes within them. The magnetic appendages also sported a layer of sharp barb-like needles comprised of inky black ferrofluid along the underside of each tentacle.

He still used a backpack, now also reinforced carbon nanotubes, to hold his supplies but also frequently used a small utility belt around his middle containing more vials of home-made black ferrofluid, some packets of salty peanuts, a small can of WD-40 and a multi-purpose pocket knife. His backpack had more conventional super-villain supplies and plenty of electrolyte containing snacks.

Currently, the villain was inspecting the mysterious invitation for what must have been the thousandth time. It seemed to be but one of many invitations sent out to all of the big and small-time criminals in the city, gathering them all in notoriously dodgy Iceburg Lounge. It was near the designated meeting time, and lowlifes of all kinds began to crawl out of the woodwork.

“Yo, Kraken. You comin’ or what?” A hoodlum asked as he noticed the super-villain lurking in a nearby alleyway and turning Nemaz’ note over in his hands. Although Kraken never worked for any particular gang, he was excellent at carjacking and often sold his gang newly stolen vehicles. The squid-themed villain blinked and then pocketed the note, turning to the source of the voice. “Hahah, nope! I don’t think I will…”

The thug frowned. Word on the street was that Kraken had more than a few screws loose, most likely having to do with his electric powers. The person who had explained it to him used some big words to describe the problem, but the explanation had gone in one ear and out the other. But this was the opportunity of a lifetime! “What…are you scared or something??”

Kraken flashed a toothy smile pulling his hands out of his pockets and quickly draped an arm around the thug’s back whispering conspiratorially. “That’s exactly it! You do know they serve calamari in the Iceberg Lounge right? I never trust any place that serves fried squid! Have fun though, okay?”

Just like that he released the thug who gave him a strange look before meeting up with fellow gang members to head to the designated meeting point. Kraken promptly used his barbed tentacles to climb up the side of the alleyway onto the rooftops. From there, he found a nice roof with a bit of a vantage point and settled down. He casually snaked his tentacles around the building’s satellite and television cables and began draining electricity while he pulled a pair of binoculars and a small ear-piece out of his bag.

Truth be told, he WAS afraid to enter the Iceberg Lounge. Invitations had been sent throughout the town gathering all criminals to that one place. An up and coming crime lord would try to recruit members discretely. This 1 AM meeting in a location known to be a criminal hang-out had the distinct odor of a trap. One tip off or observant cop and the entire building could be surrounded by the police aided by the military, superheroes and who know who else. So many people all crowded into one place: escape would be tricky even if the fuzz didn’t try to flood the building with chemical weapons or what-not.

No, Kraken was much more content to remain a safe distance away and listen to the bug he planted on the thug. It only took a few minutes to fiddle with the earpiece until he began picking up the sounds of footsteps and friendly bravado among the gang. Kraken chuckled at some of the bawdy jokes and had just begun to settle in for the night when he heard the sounds of a fight through his ear-piece.

“Well that’s an interesting development!” He pulled out the binoculars and began trying to get a look at what was going on when he spotted Batman’s crest in a bold color of red on the GCPD building. Batman was back. It didn’t take long to tune into a news station reporting on the capture of several thugs around the outside of Iceberg Lounge and the reappearance of Batman.

Clapping his hands excitedly, Kraken pulled out a small carton of sea salt and began munching on the kernels like popcorn. “This is gonna be fun! But crap, I guess I lost my bug.” He retuned into the frequency of his planted surveillance device. There was a faint, gritty noise filled with static and … piano music? Hopefully, the now unconscious thug was hung up somewhere close enough to listen in on the meeting. He eagerly refocused the binoculars on the Iceberg Lounge to see if and when there would be any response to Batman.

[Whatsyourface]

Nemaz played on the piano as the men murmured amongst himself. About this man on the piano. A woman walks onto the stage. Very pretty, with red hair tied in a bun and a red dress. Nemaz scoots over and she takes over for him as her hands touch the keys and Nemaz gets up and faces the crowd.

They get a very good look at Nemaz’s middle aged face. His dark skin, his short neatly tied dreads. His green eyeds. A long scar along the side of his right cheek from being grazed by e bullet and evading it a few years back pre-enhancement. Firefly stands idly in front of the stage his gun lowered.

Nemaz lights a cigarette. “Good evening gentleman…and gentlewomen.” There are a very small number of females in the crowd. But they are there. “Thank you for joining me so promptly on this late night in our fair gotham. Nemaz lights a cigarette and smokes it. “You have all been called here because you in some way have demonstrated skills and or qualities that put you ahead of most of Gotham’s criminals. Your the one’s who I know of, whom excel in what you do. Whether it be as a hired gun, a fighter, hacker, dealer, repoman, I feel you could be making more under my new wing.” Nemaz inhales smoke and he looks among st the crowd.

Exhale. “Let’s get to the point. I am the one who has incited this war. Many gangs are already aware of this. I’ve run out the Odessa crime mob. Mostly. They work for me. Any firearm of any kind that comes into Gotham, now comes through me.” People start to murmur against themselves “This guys bluffin'” One says “Dis nigga can’t be serious” “he ain’t forreal is he?” A person in the crowd his up and pulls out a gun which Nemaz shoots out his hand with a pistol he drew with superhuman speed. “GAH” The man’s hand bleeds and there is smoke coming from Nemaz’s M1911 “Sit. Down.” “Did you see him draw?” “Brah, all I saw was the gunshot.”

The man sits clenching his hand angry. “I am well aware some of you have affiliations. Now. I won’t force you to join me. In fact. For those who are affiliated. I’d like you to send out my message. Get down. Or lay down. Once my expansion is complete, I won’t guarantee everything will be the same. It won’t be. But much of it will. I am giving the chance to be a part of that. However, it won’t be easy. I’m sure you all know there is not enough money to go around. The more experienced of you are aware that there is always a catch.”

Nemaz inhales smoke as he picks up his Barret XM107. He loads it with 25 mm grenades. “Others have as I planned found out about my escapades. Many of the gangs have gathered and are all coming. Here.” The room gets louder as Nemaz continues, smoke exhaling from his breath. “What you do from here is your choose. You can run, leave. Fight your way through. And go back to wherever you call home. I know all of your names. In your accounts and in cash at your homes. Check both. You will find $75,000. Survive the night and make it through. And its yours complimentary. Those left will who are interested will be contacted. And if you are still interested told where to assemble. Inhale. Exhale “Have a good night.”

People shoot up from there seats pulling out guns and weapons. “Wooh finally!” Firefly exclaims “Just like we planned right?” He says to Nemaz. “Yes.” He replies. Nemaz exchanges a glowing jar with him. Firefly gives Nemaz a special knife. “Just what the doctor ordered” Fire fly says as Nemaz takes the knife. A few guys start lugging a large gun. An M2 Browning .50 cal. Compared to the average assault rifle’s 9 lbs. And the Barret’s 25 lbs. This gun weighed 125 lbs + loaded.

They asssemble the gun and Nemaz goes to the front lugging the gun with him along with his XM107 on his back. He walks forward as cars approach from all sides. Some people exit through the sewers and alley ways, others are trapped and forced to stay with the fight. Nemaz has the front of the longue and walked 100 feet away from it. They let him rent the place out for the night. Was only polite he he kept the fight away from there. A car speeds forward right at Nemaz. “Fuck this. I’m not stopping to confront this man. I’m just gonna run him over.” Nemaz throws down a mine small mine about the size of a throwing star. It arms a few moments after

There is a bright flash as it explodes. The car seems to be gone. However it is seen a few seconds later landing from a 50 feet in the air in a flaming heap behind Nemaz. The rest of the cars stop thinking there may be more mines layed out.. Nemaz looked all the way at about 125 on the front. People aim their guns at him, guns they bought from him. Some of them are even wearing kevlar armor with ceramic inserts. As Nemaz picked his targets he noticed they tended to stand out the most. They must have felt very invincible. Able to take hundreds of pistol bullets. People shouted at Nemaz as he acquired targets his visor revealing everyone. Nemaz’s boots stuck him to the ground, like a spider. “Your dead now fuck!” “Little man with a big gun!” “Let’s just kill his ass already.” “Well?” Nemaz says “I’m right here….” He says. Someone shoots Nemaz. *Clank* The bullet bounces off helmet…

Gotham a lot of people woke up that night. It was so hard to sleep with the sound of a few hundred guns being fired at once. GCPD was going to arrive in about two minutes. Some were already there. But it would not be wise for 20 or so cops to try and take on what on all sides amounts to about 350 people, not counting the people left in firefights. On Nemaz it was difficult for him to see. What with everyone firing on him. Nemaz stood there and wondered as bullets richotted about how in the hell superman saw through this crap as he shielded his face. Nemaz waited for a second and there were a lot of bullet holes all about the ground and walls as many men stopped to reload. They all fired at once. There were countless spent cartridges next to crooks with flatted bullets laying next to Nemaz. Nemaz decided since it has quieted down more on his side and it’s easier to see. He remembered when he first came into the city, how he remembered batman’s philosophy of fear. A news copter was there surprisingly quick. Having received a tip off. Just moments ago. Nemaz would like most of this caught on Camera

“My turn….” Nemaz says raising his Browning machine gun. This being a .50 caliber full automatic machine gun, one can imagine these criminals were not prepared to see what a gun like this did to a human being. The scene was pure carnage. None of them have ever seen so much blood. Any round that came into contact with a person killed them. The lucky one’s simply had their heads explode as the rounds shredded through whatever they could thought could cover them. People shot in their arm or leg, lost that limb and they were bleeding out. Some unconcious, others wide awake. The punks felt demoralized as they saw comrades missing limbs, some with large holes. Missing chunks. Some blown completely in half. Nemaz was not spraying or firing from the hip. 8 or so thugs went down every second. Nothing provided them with protection. Not their armor. Not cars. Not hiding in an alley. Because at this range they didn’t have anything that could stop the rounds. On the battlefield this would go through most armored vehicles, APCs, helicopters, parked jets, anything short of a heavily armored tank. Nemaz deliberately let a few people live.

It was quiet as Nemaz fired off all 250 of his rounds. There were but 15 thugs left over the course of those 15 or second spree. He dropped his the browning simply for one of his men to pick up as he advanced forward pulling out his sniper. Nemaz wondered to himself I wonder how firefky is doing . He looked back and saw fire blazing.

“HO yeah!” Firefly was having a good time. Blowing away 20 or so thugs with a single grenade super explosive grenade as he flew through the air out of reach. It shattered windows. Near by. It’s a good thing most people in this area were long gone or hiding in basements. He made sure to use fires that water was actually capable of putting out. He didn’t want to burn Gotham down, or more so. Nemaz did not want firefly to burn Gotham down. Any of Nemaz’s men who were helping soon understood their role. It was to support firefly. Scarred corpses.

A venomed thug from a rooftop jumped at firefly and firefly drew his vibration knife rather quickly and flew at him, cutting him as he flew past.

“This is taking too long.” Nemaz said. They have about a minute before GCPD shows up. With about a hundred men left. Nemaz aimed the XM107 rifle. He shot a grenade. Fins ejected from the round as it homed into it’s target of 50 or so thugs. The round explodes midair killing 50 men at once. Liquifying a venomed thug near the blast. And another is thrown back from the blast. *CRASH* He goes through 6 walls before he ends up in a woman’s apartment knocked out by the blast. The rest of the thugs are smashed against the wall and killed instantly, or sent a 20-70 feet away. Depending on how close they were to nanothermite superexplosive blast.

Nemaz saw a GCPD helicopter approaching. At this point with a few hundred dead, the rest of the thugs retreated. “Firefly.” Nemaz said from atop a rooftop. “We’re done here.” “Aw man.” Firefly hovers over to Nemaz. “Fine. Don’t get caught by the cops. See ya around.”

Firefly flew away at high speeds. Nemaz’s helmet flashed with data. He watched the Golden dragons run away. Nemaz specified they not be killed. 3 GCPD helicopters surrounded Nemaz. “Drop the weapon!” Nemaz his wrist mounted grappling device at a copter. It sticks to the tail of one chopper. Then yanked it hard enough to send it spinning around and out of the way. Other copters backed away as the pilot tried to gain control and eventually he did. Guns were a lot more efficient then punching people, unless you were the flash. Nemaz didn’t showcase his strength often, so that it would come as a surprise to his aggressors.

There a disortion in the air as Nemaz’s jet uncloaks. The two passenger jet was a modified 6th generation F-38. More advanced then conventional jets. Distinguishing features. Are it’s VTOL like configuration allowing it to hover steady in the air. The fact that it is able to cloak itself from any frequency of electromagnetic radiation, including visible light rendering it invisible, X-Rays, radio waves and infrared. What seemed strange about the jet is that it has synthetic muscle in the wings, made of metal rubber. This makes the jet much more maneuverable and flexible as it could flap it’s wings, like a bird.

Nemaz runs and jumps at least 10 feet into the air as GCPD fire at the jet and hi. Nemaz lands in the cockpit. Their bullets doing nothing as they had nothing strong enough to pierce it on their person. Pistols, shotguns, assault rifles and SMGs.

Nemaz flies off and the jet, being well, a jet, is too fast for a police helicopter to catch. The jet quickly accelerates and after it some distance away, cloaks. Nemaz is gone as quickly as he came. Others blend themselves seemlessly into the crowd panic by the aftermath. There were crater from explosions in the street. Bullet holes. And most vaingloriously fire. Fire that could be put out by water, but fire all the same. Firefighters arrived and quickly began to put them out. In the seven or so minutes that event took place, it looked like there was war there. The opposition had survivors. Criminals or not. Paramedics stilled aided them. They were still human beings and most of the ones who were injured were in critical condition. Bones shattered. Gun shot wounds. Missing limbs. A few missing portions of their head. Internal organs ruptured by blast waves. Deafness from explosives. The list went on as emergency services all swarmed the area. Overall there were civilians wounded. However, not many. Word on the street traveled fast and the people of Gotham were wise of what to do in during something like this. Hide. A basement was the safest place. Nemaz did not want civilian casualties. And had his small group of men dress up as emergency personnel and make most people leave. However, there was one woman trapped in her basement. And about 3 people shot. One dead.

Nemaz, wherever he was. Did not look back.

[Cain]

-John was riding through town when he saw the new alert warning him that more chaos was taking place around the town”fuck it”. He didn’t care that the area was full of GCPD as he walked in picking up people and carrying them out of harms ways from the area as bullets bounced off his armor as nothing was a strong enough caliber. He whistled at a point it was like a sonic grenade went off but because of its pitch no one would be able to detect where it came from. He watched as all the lights around him went out and his armor began to glow and vents opened up as he took control of all the radios and coms in the area”I have a message for everyone that got away from this fight with there tail between there legs, Its open season on you bastards and because of the guys you left behind I now have your face because he decided to take a picture so good luck going out in public as im now hunting you and your pyromaniac and there is no where in the universe you can hide from Batman and if you look at my history you’ll know that’s true”.

He watched as the cops stopped shooting him and everyone turned to look at him seeing the design on his chest they all started to scream and run from him as they realized he was not only batman but superman as well”that’s right im bulletproof bitches”. He knew that sooner or later they would figure out he wasent from around here but he didn’t show any of superman’s abilities as the armor was never broken so that they didn’t know his skin was perfect or that he looked like Bruce Wayne.

He cracked his neck as he looked around and saw a boy hiding behind a garbage can shaking in fear, he walked over and the kid asked him” are you really Batman or are you a fake that wants to slander his name”. He placed his hand on the kids head as he leaned down and whispered in the boys ear”I promise you I am the real deal just made a bit better this time so that criminals can hurt me so easy so that your town will be safe”. He watched the kid smile and run off towards home hopefully and not into any more trouble. John left a tracked on the kid so that he could help the kids family which he planned to do for all people living in Gotham.-

[Mei-Chan]

-.The nurse had Arishav moved to a couch and laid on her back, while she sat down her bag of supplies and pulled out a pair of scissors, starting at the hem of Ari’s shirt and slowly cutting the fabric all the way up to the neck, then peeling the material away. She poured water on Ari’s back, just enough to wash away some of the blood and get a good look at the gunshot wound before carefully moving Arishav’s arm away from her body enough to gingerly reach around and feel for an exit wound, in vain. The bullet had gotten lodged somewhere in Ari’s chest cavity. She sighed and pulled out some gauze, instructing a lady to her left to hold it over the seeping wound while she pulled out a box of gloves and led her husband (who picked up the rest of her tools) out of the room, down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, she began washing her hands and then held them tips-up so the excess water could run down and drip from her elbows (forming an L-shape with her arms) and waited while her husband stretched a pair of gloves onto her hands from fingertip to elbow. After that she told him to set aside some disinfectant alcohol and some more gauze before having him open the door for her so she could return to Ari. Kneeling beside the girl, she ordered the bloodied gauze be removed from the gunshot wound and then carefully slid a finger into the wound, trying to determine how far in the bullet was to see if she could find it herself or if she was going to absolutely have to try to transport her to a hospital. After a moment of carefully feeling for the bullet, she sighed and shook her head.

“Call the hospital and tell them we need an ambulance. This woman needs to go to the trauma center, stat.” She then stuffed some gauze into the wound before covering it with a patch and getting up. The lady really was just a nurse, after all. She didn’t deal with circulation issues, broken bones, respiratory issues, etc. And if Arishav went into cardiac arrest, she didn’t have the knowledge or the equipment to save her. Everyone filtered out of the room, leaving Ari alone while the lady’s husband called the hospital and requested assistance. Ten minutes later, as the vehicle arrives close to the back, Ari groggily wakes up and shudders at how…cold, everything was. She pulled herself to her feet and then yelped at a pain in her back before growling and igniting herself, turning from human to lava creature in mere seconds. Flames exploded throughout the room as she ripped a hole in the wall and stormed out. The bullet, that had somehow made it into her gut, was immediately dissolved and used to patch the injury it had inflicted. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a scream and turned to see the nurse standing in the doorway, seemingly unharmed. Apparently her flames hadn’t left the room that time…lucky for the doctor.

Arishav turned and ran back out towards where the fighting had started, lighting up anyone in the vicinity she spotted as she made her way out to the main roads, looking for a new area to explore. She spotted one of the mobile metal…things, just sitting on the side of the road. No lights, no people inside…she leaned over and peered inside, wondering if they were just hiding or really gone. …Empty. Well, then. She straightened and walked around it. This thing was short, with four doors, a strange…round panel doodad thingy on the left side, and more light-lookin’ things on the back. Four wheels that appeared to be a universal feature, and a few mirrors. Nice. Those seemed universal too, including one that was inside wayyy in the front. ‘What is it?’ She thought, touching it and remembering a moment too late that it couldn’t handle her body temperature very well. She pulled away in irritation and ran off down the road, stopping in front of a…weird building, that was really big and had these…four large letters on the front (B A N K). The front had steps leading up to a landing, with more steps that led up to the actual building. From there, four pillars held up a roof that stretched out to cover the second landing after the stairs. Arishav’s interest was captivated by the metal frames into which hundreds of panels of that clear solid seemed to be fitted. As she walked closer, she saw that the panes were an inch thick, as tall as she was and three times as wide, and even the door was made of them. On the opposite side, metal slats ran the length of the wall, as well as the height…and upon closer inspection appeared movable. Interesting. She tapped her finger on the clear stuff (glass) and jerking away when it began to melt, then tried the door only to have the handle try to come back with her hand, though the actual door didn’t really budge much. However, now she heard a high pitched keening from the building that quickly got on her nerves.

With an annoyed howl, she slammed against the door, melting it easily as she continued through and the beeping got louder. She ran until she found a circular…thing, with lots of tiny holes poked in it, from which the noise was iterated, and punched into the damn thing, silencing it instantly. Then she spun when she realized she heard another one, and soon was caught up running around the building, attacking every abnormal sight and sound. It wasn’t long before the police showed up and she was after their guns and flashy, noisy cars as well.-

[Silver]

Sandra looked to his phone and nodded. “I will make a show that the Dark Muse is not gone.” she hit a panel and it rolled open she grabbed her Treble cliff’s and slipped them in and slipped her mask on and smirked. “Lets go do some clean up.” she said and walked over to the old batmobil and hopped into it and pushed the button to start it as it closed around her with a smile. She floored it and took off into the streets. She knew she could get there faster but she needed to do this right she needed to prove she could still do this on her own with out the new advancements to herself.

Pulling up and stopping seeing the woman that was burning everything and destroying vehicles. She took a breath and the top slid back and she brought her arms up and launched herself into the air a good 20 feet and flipped through the air. As she came down and landed on the top of a cop car she had yet to destroy and stared at her trying to decide the best way to stop her with the few gadgets she had with her. Breathing evenly she thought about just trying to freeze the woman with her breath.

[Cain]

-John watched her take off into town so he decided to try out his new toy so he grabbed his helmet and through it into the seat before he jumped in beside it. He placed his thumbs on the handles and the top slid shut before the halls slid apart and he shot through the hole following after the bat mobile. He hovered above for a few minutes watching this creatures actions smashing through cars like they were made of butter made him decide not to play this one safe like the humans he had been dealing with. He landed on the other side of the road from the Dark Muse, he made a motion pointing to his face. He took in a huge breath and his end of the road and the buildings were all frozen solid so that this woman wouldn’t be able to exit this side of the road and he hoped Muse had this ability also. He placed on his helmet as he began to walk towards this monster wondering if it was an alien like him or just a human with corrupted DNA. He was right out of this creatures reach as he spoke with an edge”if you dont want to look like this road youll turn off the fire effects and follow us for testing and possibly getting answers you may need or want”. He decided to show her he was not of earth either. He changed his skin back to the rocky look of doomsday before taking of the helmet so she could see the demon under the mask.-

[Whatsyourface]

From a rooftop a man with a heavily scarred face looks down from a short rooftop at the fire. His scar are that a burned face. His face is tanned from flames with pale patches of white discolored pigment scattered throughout it. He is bald and has no eyebrows. He has on heavy boots and is looking down with high tech binoculars. Camoed pants, a skull cap. He communicates in a manner almost like telepathy, with technology. Sound is beamed directly to the person, and it vibrates their skulls, letting them hear it in their heads. Firefly says mentally to an officer. “Hows it look down there?” “Not good.” An officer replies.

“Who’s doing the robbery?” Firefly asks. “It isn’t a robbery. We’ve managed tap into the footage. Its some kind of humanoid lava creature trying to destroy all the alarms.” “Not a fellow arsoniste?” Firefly says with an e, in a way the indicates what he does is an art. He likes to watch things “heat up” so to speak.

“Ah, nothing like someone cause rampant fiery destruction. Makes my heart warm.” Firefly sees the bat mobile. “Is that the bat mobile and batwing. “Yeah the new batman showed up with this girl.” “I wanna see the girl. Looks like batsy did a number on the street.” “Yeah. At least the real batman cared about collateral damage. It’s real good to see our hard earned tax payer dollars get to be spent cleaning up after this shit. He hasn’t even fought yet and already he’s broken the place up. All the money in that bank probably couldn’t even cover the damage he just caused.” “You think thats really batman under there?” “I dunno. I don’t think so. The batman was legendary. This guy….seems kinda new to this.” “Have anything on him?” “Not much. We do have some footage. Apparently he has superhuman speed. We had to slow the cameras down a lot to see him. Those insignias just started popping on the film.” “Interesting…” Firefly says.

Firefly then says “So what are you guys gonna do? Sit back and watch.” “Pretty much. What else can we do? Shoot him? Everyone seems to be immune to bullets these days.” Firefly laughes. “A lot of people are scared of him.” Firefly comments. “Yeah. All everyone saw was him threatening us. Nobody knew why he was going off on us. People are making conspiracy theories. Some guys think he might be behind all this. Other people saw him beating up criminals the other day. He just took em all out in a few seconds. Whole shootout just done. Then he just said if he could get this done in a few seconds then why can’t we? Or something like that. I can’t remember. Well. I’m goddamn sorry we don’t have your high tech bat gear and super speed.”

“Careful. He might hear you” Firefly chuckles. “Aren’t there a lot of crooked cops in GCPD?” “Some shit goes on. But not everyone is crooked. He’s taken it out on all of us.” “Heh.” “It kinda worked though, a lot of people knew and a lot of people went straight.” “Right.” Firefly says.

“Well..” Firefly begins. “Let’s watch the show.”

[Mei-Chan]

•.The flaming woman had just slowed for the moment, trying to understand how no matter how many of those noisy…things she destroyed, it never got quiet. As the blaring sound of yet another mobile metal machine approached, Ari snapped to attention. A large, long red creation with spiraling lights swung around the corner, louder and more irritating than its tinier cousins. She was about to go after it when she noticed what it illuminated; a dark vehicle, with a design much stranger than the others. One that stood out. A woman stood in front of it, clearly fixated on Arishav. The different appearance of the woman placed her destruction on a higher mental priority than anything else.

Before she could further determine how to proceed, however, another person painted a target on his back; behind her, from where she sensed a building coldness, came a man’s voice. That she understood his words was immediately alarming. ‘This one speaks Basic…could that mean he’s here to bury me on Pluto? Could those worthless old fools on the council of Kaa’s eighteenth division have realized they failed that quickly?’ Arishav spun, expecting to see a Kaa military uniform…instead she saw some weird creature in black armor, with a red symbol on his chest.

Ari could have died of laughter then, but she held it in. Of course those idiots hadn’t noticed! They may never realize their grievous error. At least, not yet… She returned her attention first to the woman a ways back from her, then switched it to the largest (and closest) threat: Sir Icicles.

“Why should I do anything you say?” Ari frowned, thinking for a moment. Make an enemy of someone I can talk to and continue running around with no understanding of this place, or comply at least for the time being to see if he has anything useful to say…after all, no one here presumed to be her superior…yet. At least, not that she knew of. Perhaps antagonizing these people was not in her best interests, even if there was only one perceived (possibly befriendable) threat.

“Hmmm…I’ll humor you…for now.” Though she herself remained ignited, Ari turned and looked at all of her flames, mentally extinguishing them and watching as they died down in front of her.•

[Raven]

A young lady, not too tall as she was only thirteen years of age, sulked around within the alleys of Gotham, her true form fully present as she kept to the darkness. The soft lights seemed to make her white feathers glow and the hair turned blue shimmer against the darkness. Her clothing was that of a standard private school girl, her tired from needing to hold a human form all day. She knew there was chaos amuck, but she tended towards the edges of Gotham. She attempted to stay to the darkness, though that not being her ally. She instead allowed her form to crackle and shift, taking the form of a snow white owl that soared into the air and set itself on a street lamp. She began to preen her feathers, unknowing of what laid several blocks of city streets ahead of her.

[Silver]

Sandra sat there on the car and watched as the city block was frozen and narrowed her eyes behind herror mask she would have to talk to him about this. Wayne tech would take a hit from this but look like the saving grace of the city she wasn’t about to make the city pay for his actions. Seeing the woman stop and the fires go out. Standing and watching the woman she stepped off onto the ground and watched. ‘Ifor you stop and help fix the damage you have done I will insure you a warm place to stay.” The fight was over quickly but she worried about the people and through the eye holes of her mask came two red beams and she started to melt the I expect but was careful to not do any more damage then was done allowing the rescue workers to enter the buildings.

“And as for you.”She pointed to John. “We will talk later” she stalked closer to the flaming woman she held her hand out and was glaring behind the mask. She then dropped her hand and walked past them both. “take care of this I have other matters to finish and deal with you have things under control here.” She had to pre pair for someone’s homecoming and she knew it was not going to be pleasent.

[Cain]

-John was irritated that she thought he had screwed up so he took in a deep breath and instead of cold air hot air came out and everything was unfrozen leaving no damage behind. He turned back to muse”your fucking welcome”, he turned to the creature and told her to follow him. He pushed a button and his ride lowered to the ground”fire off or your not getting in”. He jumped into his ride waiting for her to do the same.

If she got in he would shoot off towards the outside of town so they could have a chat. If she does not get in the hovercraft he plans to force her to walk there by clapping his hands at a frequency that would annoy the fuck out of her because since he would have to walk and hated going slow would be much fun for him as payback.

Once they arrived outside there were open flat rock for about five miles so if anyone tried to listen to there conversation from this distance they would have to be in his sight. He turned to her”ok which planet are you from and why have you come to earth and more importantly why are you in Gotham.-

[Whatsyourface]

“Aww.” Firefly is disappointed as her flames die down. He then hears Dur-El’s comment. Firefly smirks and snickers. “Ooooh. Fiesty.” He says mentally to the officer. “Yeah. No kidding. Definitely not batman. He never swore. Not the way everyone else talked about him. Right?” “That was years ago. Before my time.” Firefly replies. “Place doesn’t looked to damaged at least.” “Ooooooh contraire, my friend. The rapid heating of a cool substance like that will cause it to undergo thermal shock. Now the concrete is gonna be a lot weaker. I doubt its gonna safe for anything reasonable heavy, like a truck to drive on. It might sink right in. You can’t just thaw something that quickly like that. If the road wasn’t damaged from him snap freezing the road before, it is now.” Firefly comments.

“Huh…” The officer says “Would real sad and kinda funny if he did that to a person.” Firefly smirks. “Person would fall apart like clay in front of his very eyes. Clearly he isn’t as smart a batman was. Guy was a genius. But this guy is clearly new. An Amateur.” “You seem to know a lot about the cold too.” The cop says.

“Cold is nothing more than the absence of heat my friend. Nothing more. I payed attention in physics and chemistry.” “Maniac with a degree. I’m not sure whether to be scared your that smart. Why do this? Be a criminal? Why not use your intelligence to do something like be a chemist. A lot of people got thrust into this life.” “More money. More fun. This was my calling. I would have gone crazier as a chemist. Just reading scientific journals all day? That isn’t the life for me. Just be glad we have a sense of order. Gotham’s gonna be a lot quieter. All those criminals that got taken out. And now we run things. And we like to make our money in quieter ways.” The officer doesn’t say anything. Firefly continues to watch from a distance to see how this will transpire.

[Mei-Chan]

•.Arishav turned towards Muse, who spoke, but…she didn’t understand what the woman said. With a frown and a shrug, she watched the irritated lady leave while John thawed the surroundings. He then repeated the no-fire request that left her frowning. While she had clothing earlier, she couldn’t help noticing most things on…Earth, he called it, couldn’t handle her temperature. And…Gotham? Is that what this mucktown is called? O-kay, then. Ari decided to comply, returning to human form again with a shrug. No clothes, as she expected…Ari snapped up a quick fire on a tire (partly out of spite for the bossy man…creature…thing) and surrounded herself with the smoke from it before killing the flame, leaving an abandoned cop car’s rear left side blackened. “There, no flames, and I have clothes…more or less…” She muttered before stepping into what looked more like a metal death trap than anything else. Looking outside as John operated the vehicle made her nervous. ‘How ridiculous…even if this guy crashes like a moron, it wouldn’t kill me…’ She didn’t consider her less durable human disguise as she had yet to see what happens when humans get crushed. Or, at least, she didn’t recall. Arishav closed her eyes until they came to a stop, but when she saw her surroundings she laughed.

“Afraid I’ll burn something else?” The landscape was barren and very open. Ari knew they hadn’t gone far considering how little time had been spent traveling. She pretended not to have heard his questions, trying to decide if she should answer. Then again, why not? “It’s all coincidence, really. I was on a ship and it crashed… went wandering and noticed a bunch of blacked-out buildings…the power was out or whatever. Nothing special about…Goth…whateveryoucalledit. Just curiosity.” She purposely failed to answer which planet she was from. Instead she tried to think of a question for him. Or at least get him to teach her an Earthen language…after all, it wasn’t like Arishav could go back to Kaa.•

[Raven]

The owl form remained perched on the post until she could no longer hold that form anymore, reverting in her tired state back to her natural form. Luckily she’d already preened all the feathers. But now there was a feathered white and slightly blue owl human hybrid up on the post. She balanced herself with her feet claws and since she could not fly in this form, she began focusing and muttering to herself silently. She began to levitate and she cautiously placed herself on top of a building. Something shiny caught her eye in the distance and found there seemed to be something but it promptly disappeared. She looked down upon her being then and sat herself down on the building top in an attempt to remain hidden.

[Silver]

Sandra had started on the way home blowing through the city watching as it passed by wondering what would happen to the city now. Dur-El had gotten out of hand there was a code they followed she hadn’t had time to explain it to him. Watching him work today had left her wondering if he needed more training. He was good he got results but at what costs. She would keep an eye on the news and papers to watch for casualty reports and injury accounts. This weighed heavily on her and she wondered if she had made the right choice in training him and having him work for everyone. There was so much going on right now and she had to fix it before he got back and that left very little time to do this.

As the road dropped once she got closer and she descended into the ground and into the bat cave she took a breath as the lights zipped by and allowed her to focus and calm herself. She would deal with the other matter when he got back until then there were other things that needed to be deal with at this juncture in time. Parking on the lift she felt the car twist as the platform lowered and left her now in her home. The top of the Batmobile opened and she got out taking her mask off and sliding it into her coat securing it inside.

Stalking down the path her boots clicking against the stone and metal paths that made up this cave where she had been living for far too long before the incident and she came back out as someone else altogether to better serve the city. She looked at her inventions her late husband had left her and almost wanted to rip them apart.

Taking a breath she turned from them and headed over to the mainframe and sat down at it. Tapping the keys and running her fingers against the touch pad that acted for the mouse as she started to run facial recognition software from an image she managed to get of Nemaz. It wasn’t the best photo so she figured it would take a while to get any hits from the system and sighed and looked at a program she had developed for the military and scrapped before giving it to them because she realized the dangers it had if it feel into the wrong hands.

“Why did I keep you? I should of destroyed you when I realized your power.” Realizing what she could do with it though she ran her finger across the touch pad with great dexterity stopping right on the program. She hesitated a moment before she double clicked the Mindreader program. It was the most advanced hacking program every developed it left no footprint when it infiltrated a system and sent up no warning flags it slipped in like it wasn’t even there and monitored the information and files without touching the systems resources. It watched for patterns, words, phrases and even actions. She watched it boot up and the question it asked she stared at for several minutes with her finger hovering over the touch pad. “Would you like to connect?” her finger dropped and tapped the connect button and watched mind reader do its job. The program then brought up its parameter fields. Entering a few general terms: Organized Crime, Mafia, and Arms Dealings. She then set it up to monitor for various bank activities large sums of money being transferred from privet or corporate accounts that seemed out of the norm for the account. She also added it to watch for micro transactions from accounts and also to monitor for any funds use that was out of the normal.

Sitting back she stared at the screen and task bared the program and stood up looking at the mainframe. “I hope I’m doing the right thing.” She said and closed her eyes. A woman’s voice came from the top of the steps leading down to the came “Mistress Muse I have returned from my trip. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Sandra looked behind her to see the shadow of the woman and hearing the voice she had not heard in many months. “No Julia I’m just going to get something to eat.” She said as she turned and walked towards the woman.

Julia stood there in shock as she watched her and realized how young the woman looked. “Let me get dinner prepared Ms. Muse.” She had taken up her father’s mantel just as Sandra had taken up Bruce’s. Smiling at the woman she knew it had been hard for her but she was glad her and her father patched things up. Julia turned and headed back up and into the mansion and straight to the kitchen where she started to prepare a male for the young woman.

Sandra was on her tablet working on her case combing over the information that had been returned working on tracking this man and the crime families in Gotham. She was surprised at how much information she was getting. Granted what she was going through was raw data. The program would soon filter and organize it into a more readable document that showed connections and so forth but for now she was just taking an overview of what was found. “Well I made it work right.” She told herself as she walked up to the table in the dining room and continued to look over the files. “It will filter some of this out as unneeded I will look over the anomalous file after I read over the main report it makes.” She was talking to herself as Julia came in.

“Ms. Muse is there something maybe I can help you with?” Julia asked as she set the tray down in front of the young woman. Then glanced at the tablet and walked away slowly. “You dig to deep and you may find something you won’t be proud of.” Julia said and stopped at the door looking back over her shoulder. “I don’t know what happened while I was gone but I’m worried about you” She said with a concerned look.

Sandra looked up and sighed. “There is a lot that happened while you were gone. Have a seat.” Once Julia sat she explained about Dur-El and how she had died and the trip to Metropolis and how things are currently going and why she had activated the program and what was currently going on in the city. “If you want you can work with us but you will have to do it from home like your father did I understand you used to be a field agent over in Japan.” She went on to explain what was happening and what she was planning. She was going to let the crime go in the city track it and then destroy it at the head like Bruce had once done with the Joker. She explained she knew that he battled the joker at every turn and she would do that just as he had but she needed to let it go so she could find the head and chop it off to take it out she would clean up the remnants after that.