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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2018 1:41 am
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 Terry looked up then perplexed by Melanie's statement. She wanted to help? Rather than stay here where it was relatively safe and keep a low profile? His brows knitted closer together and he glanced at Bruce's body. He didn't want the same outcome for Melanie. But when he looked up to tell her this, he saw a fire in her eyes that told him there was no arguing with her on this. A part of him believed if there was anytime to learn from his and Bruce's mistakes, it would be now. Bruce would do this alone with no back-up like a one man army no doubt. And he was the same man who ended up crippled, bitter, and alone because of it. So Terry reluctantly agreed.
It was better to have someone watching his back than to go this alone. He looked up from his own thoughts and fears to hear Mel's reasoning and he understood. How couldn't he when he felt the same exact way. The only people who knew all of him were limited; Bruce, Max, and Mel. Only Bruce was...yeah. "Okay..." said Terry. "But first I need to call my Mom and explain somethings." he couldn't exactly drop the "I'm Batman" bomb so he had to go with something else that would cover him until he got back and also got his Mom and Matt out of the city and somewhere safe for the time being.
Near an hour later between calls with Mr. Grayson, the Commissioner, and his family, things were settled. Matt and Max were going to be put into witness protection under Gordon's watchful eye until he returned. Meanwhile Barbara Gordon and d**k Grayson would handle Bruce Wayne's "death", but not yet public, not until at least Terry could fix things if that was even possible. He took a deep breath as he stood next to Melanie in front of the portal. Cowl in his right hand while his left hand drifted to hold hers for comfort and assurance. "Here goes everything." he said, pulling the cowl over his head, entering alongside Melanie into the past via the portal, stepping out onto some rooftop in a city that looked nothing like their Gotham. In fact this place looked to be in worse condition than Neo-Gotham has ever looked.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2018 6:00 am
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Once Terry had his affairs in order regarding his family and friends, the two would brave the past. Was she ready? About as ready as anyone would be to travel back in time and hunt down a deranged maniac. He took her hand, however, and she felt a little bolder, just enough. With a gulp, she pulled her mask down, the two stepping through the portal to a whole new world. “We’re a long way from home,” she commented, and my was that an understatement. It would be their home, just not yet, not for a while at least. Melanie would follow his lead. Uncertainty was something they wouldn’t be short of, but they were far from helpless.
Her usefulness in combat was so-so, but she was an immensely talented hacker, one of the few things Terry couldn’t quite match in comparison to Bruce. Technology was always changing, and she was ahead of the curve this time around. Before they’d left their time, she grabbed her board (the same card-shaped boards the Royal Flush Gang were known for using), a souvenir from the Batcave that she’d be needing, otherwise Terry would’ve had to fly her everywhere.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2018 5:36 am
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It was the year 2018. 2 years had passed since The Joker of Neo-Gotham had gone back in time. The Joker of the present was currently locked in Arkham, and had been since the riots that followed Ra's Al Ghul's desecration of Gotham City.
Neo-Joker had not immediately made his move upon landing in the present. No. He had chosen to bide his time; watching and waiting in the shadows as he formulated his plan, if there truly was one to begin with. The Joker waited in silence, observing how his past-self's gangs and thugs would respond in the absence of their ringmaster's absence. Of course, however, the Joker knew exactly how they were going to respond. Almost immediately they would splinter into factions and begin turf wars with each other. The faction's goals were not difficult to decipher either. There would be those who were still ultimately loyal to the Joker, and would insist on preserving as much of his territory as they could until he returned, those who wanted to take what they could and get out, and those who had grown far too big for their s**t-covered britches and decided it was time to make a name for themselves within Gotham's criminal underworld. Guess which one's would be allowed to live? It had practically become routine by this point. The Joker would, eventually, break out of Arkham and realign himself with his loyalists. The rest would all be systematically dishonorably discharged from living, and then the re-recruiting would begin. Not this time. In the 2 or so years he had, Neo-Joker had taken control of the Joker's loyalists and had gone to war with the other factions.
Having had the insight of decades upon decades of fighting the Bat, he had learned every trick in the book to avoid being caught. As a matter of fact, in all this time Neo-Joker had not once come face to face with Batman. No, that part came later. It was a long waiting game, but the best punchlines always required the most delicate set ups; and as that old saying goes: good things come to those who wait.
--Location: The Ha-Hacienda (a broken down Haunted House within an abandoned fairground overlooking Gotham Harbor.)--
--Time: 2:42AM--
The Joker stood with his arms folded behind his back, staring out of a window overlooking Gotham harbor. The glass was shattered and jagged, and a full moon reflected off the waters of the harbor. The Joker's ruby lips curled into a wide smile as he stared at the moon's reflection, if you squinted at it just right... it sort of looked like a great, big fat guy. Just like that old song, how did it go again? When the moon hits your eye, like a big drunken guy... The Joker hummed the tune to himself before a humored giggle passed through his lips. Any minute now Croc would come through that door directly behind him with a certain Johnny 'Bang Bang' in his cannibalistic claws. Johnny was the final rival that the Joker needed to remove before he had complete control of his present-self's assets. And then... that is when the real fun begins.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2018 12:55 pm
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Killer Croc did indeed have Johnny Bang-bang with him. Or rather what was left of him….
Earlier that day:
Johnny Bang-bang was playing poker with his buddies in one of the shadier districts of Gotham, within the territory he controlled. They all had their pistols as usual incase any unwanted guests showed up. Little did they know that was exactly what they were going to get just within a few moments from now. “Man, I thought the Joker was supposed to be locked away in Arkham making it easier for us to take over the streets.” Quipped one of Jonny’s underbosses named Roberto. “Well this imposter who thinks he can use his name and run this city got another thing coming to him.” Responded Johnny, as they continued to play their game poker. Then suddenly out of nowhere, they would hear gunshots outside their door. Johnny and his three under bosses then stood up from their poker game drawing their guns aiming it at the door preparing forever whatever was coming. “You think it’s the Bat, boss?” Asked Roberto. Then just before Johnny could answer the door was bashed right off its hinges. The gangsters immediately began to shoot into the doorway where door used to be not giving the chance of whoever was there to act. ‘Click’ ‘click’ ‘click’ is all that could be heard after they had empty out all of their bullets on their assailant. “Think we got him boss?” Asked Roberto, but again before Johnny could respond came in the large 7’5” tall, and 686 lbs heavy figure, as it had to duck under the door just to fit through. “Yeah, you, got me, now it’s my turn.” Replied Croc with a malicious grin.To their horror the behemoth stood before them was covered in bullet holes with blood oozing out of each one of them, however he seemed unphased by such and barely slowed down by it. Croc then bull rushed towards Roberto,and with Roberto’s scream of horror and pain, the other could see Croc sink his teeth into his skin ripping out his jugular with blood spraying everywhere as he did such, Croc then through Roberto’s corpse to the side like a rag doll. The other two crime underbosses had fled, and Croc let them as he was here for one man, and one man only. Johnny Bang-bang. Johnny also tried to run but Croc stopped him in his tracks impaling Johnny with his claws. Croc then left Johnny up to eye level with his fingers embedded in Johnny’s flesh as Johnny’s shirt began turn to red from his own blood. “The Joker has message for you Johnny boy, he ain’t the type to be called a fraud or a fake.” Johnny had come to the realization that this Joker that was taking back control of Gotham was the real deal, albeit all too late. He was wide eyed, with this epiphany, and before he had a chance to beg for forgiveness Croc shoved his hand further into Johnny’s body grabbing hold of his spine as a loud ‘snap” could be heard as Croc broke it in half,and like that Johnny’s head went limp.
Present:
To the two guards horror standing outside of Neo-Joker’s room Croc in one hand had Johnny Bang-bang’s severed head, while in his other had seemed to be what looked liked the remains of man’s hand likely Johnny’s as Croc gnawed on it trying to get as much of the flesh off of it as possible. They also would note the large 'beast' also had several bullet wounds that were almost sealed up completely with Croc's own dried blood had poured out from them. The man or beast was mess but still unphased.
The guards did their best not to react, to this disgusting display, in fear that Croc might take offence. Croc pushed his way passed them after they opened the door for him. And Croc made his way to the infamous Joker, dropping Johnny’s head on the desk.“It’s done Joker, just like how you asked.”, stated Croc as he continued snack on the severed hand, tearing flesh from it raw, as he waited for his boss’s approval.
The CIown Prince of Crime
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2018 12:45 am
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Joker could recognize the unmistakable thumping of Croc's heavy footsteps anywhere, upon his entering the Joker spun around in glee to greet his old comrade. Yes! Welcome back Croc-y, I do trust that you have good news for me? Something about returning to this era, his "heyday" if you will, the Joker had felt rejuvenized, all of his previous energy and vigor having returned to him. The Joker hopped over his desk and made his way to Croc, taking the head of his old partner Johnny Bang-Bang from the hulking reptile of a man he lifted it to eye level. The Joker's toxic green hues gazing into the pale, glossed over dead eyes of Johnny's. Alas poor Johnny, I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, and most excellent eeuhh... The Joker paused for a moment, bringing a gloved finger to pursed ruby lips as he tried to remember the rest of the monologue. After a moment he lost interest, shrugged, and turned his back to Croc while tossing the head of Johnny Bang-Bang back over his shoulder. Anyway, now that dear old Johnny has departed us and flown off to that big old circus in the sky we can really start getting down to business...
The Joker made his way back to the window, staring out of it with his arms tucked into the pockets of his knee length purple coat. The Joker gazed intensely at his own reflection for a long moment, before a wide grin made its way across his face. Rally your boys Croc, we're in the end game now and the time has come to show our hand. The Joker brushed past Killer Croc and stopped in the doorway to the office; peaking over his shoulder the Joker grinned at Jones and said You and the boys wait here til I give you my signal, then do as we've planned got it? I'd hate for us to blow our punchline pre-maturely. With those words the Joker offered his associate a nod before being off.
First thing was first, it was time for the Joker to make his presence known to the Big man himself. Of course it was an accomplishment to have offed Batman in any timeline, future or otherwise... but there was so little satisfaction in his destruction of Bruce Wayne. It must have been, of course, that that wasn't Batman. No. He was just a miserable old man, a shell of his former self. No, this... this was the real deal. The Joker had planned everything carefully, knowing that Bruce Wayne would be delivering a speech in his Manor that day. While Wayne was pre-occupied upstairs, the Joker found his way into the Batcave. In his right hand was a large paint brush, and in his left a bucket of sheep's blood. Upon entering the cave the Joker inhaled deeply, exhaling with a loud AAAAaahhh, now THAT'S more like it! Everything is so much cleaner, and smells soooo much better than it did in my time! The Batcave of my time smelled like death, and piss... oh wait, that was because of me... GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Dipping the brush into the bucket of blood the Joker's ruby lips curled into a wide, sinister grin; his toxic green eyes flashing dangerously as he spoke. And now... time to leave a little message.
Before he left, the Joker would proceed to vandalize the Batcave. As he had done with the cave of the future, he would adorn the walls, computer, trophies, vehicles. Everything with "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." He smashed the bat-computer's monitors in with a crowbar, leaving them sparking with shattered glass all over the floors of the cave. He smashed in the windows and doors of the Batmobile, Batwing, and any other trinket he could get his hands on. He flipped over Batman's chemistry, leaving the raw chemicals spilled all over the floor of the cave. But what he was most proud of? The Joker found the second Robin's uniform, kicked it over, and dumped the remainder of his sheep's blood all over it, leaving the crowbar embedded into the head of the dummy that it was decorated upon. Whenever the Dark Knight came back to find the mess in the cave, the only clue he'd find would be a sheep's blood painting across the primary monitor of the Bat-computer as well as the only monitor left un-smashed. The message would read. "Meet me where it all began, love J."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2018 8:28 am
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Waylon would watch his employer depart, and then he himself went to looking through the cupboards of the abandoned building looking for an old first aid kit. Which he was in luck and found one. Croc quickly grabbed the metal kit box, and moved to the desk and place his find on top of it. He’ then open the kit, pulled out scissors from it as well tweezers. He then sat down in the chair at the desk barely being able to fit on it, as the wood of the chair creaked and cracked under his weight begging him to get off of it. Croc then proceeded stab himself with the scissors to re-open his bullet wounds as he’d growl in pain, but he’d continue as pain was no mystery to him. He’d then use the tweezers to grab hold the bullets that were lodged in to his body. This was a slow, bloody tedious process. However he had nothing but time to kill as he was waiting for the Joker’s signal. And Waylon wanted to make sure he would face The Bat at his best, and not wounded. And the only way his wounds would heal fully is if bullets were removed.
He then stared at Joker’s former partner Johnny or rather his head. And Croc found it ironic (not that he knew the meaning of the word), as he too didn’t believe this Joker was the real deal at first, as he looked far older than the one he knew. However when he saw him in action and heard his voice, and smelled his scent he knew his eyes deceived and this was the authentic one. Which was all Croc needed to know, and as such he never asked what happened to his employer or how he got out of Arkham. All that matter at this point was he was getting paid.
Once he was finished fixing himself up, he didn’t bother to use stitches or goss as he knew unlike normal humans his wounds would heal on their own, as he’s recovered from worse without medical attention. He’d go back to eating the remains of Johnny’s hand sitting in his chair waiting for the signal to move out. |
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Nocturnal Vigilante Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2018 6:18 pm
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It seemed every month now that Gotham's wealthiest would gather to convince themselves that they were the least bit caring of individuals and saw Gotham for what it really was. The people who attended each time, cared little for what the cause, only the credibility. Saying they did so to appear as the better fellow Gothamite. He saw right through the guise, peering down at them as they all stood about mingling among themselves. His sharp blue eyes examined everyone in the crowd, the usual lot as expected. He ran his fingers on the banister, upright he would stand although not as stern revealing a genuine smile. A wave, a nod, a handshake here and there. This was the usual formula. It wasn't easy getting most things passed Bruce Wayne. He had trust for very little people and the sparse few were already sprinkled about in the crowd. He stepped away from the top area, before people got a chance to make mindless small talk. Passing several waiters along the dark wooden corridor, he placed his index and middle finger to his ear. "Everything is as it should be, Alfred. You made a good call on the refreshments." No response was required, he commended his trusted friend on his knowledge of the social status. Bruce found himself at odds when he realized he had no time to spend it on effectively blending in.
"At this point I thought you would have known better than to question my judgement on these ordeals."
"Forgive me for considering your methods a little dated. I'll be sure to remember that next time."
"Ah, also do be quick, sir. The crowd is expecting your speech sooner rather than later. I'm not sure what other finger foods will keep their insatiable hunger at bay."
"Not to worry, Alfred. They won't have to wait any longer. May I have your attention, please?" Bruce spoke into the microphone as he stood upright at the podium. He rested his hands against the sides of the dark wood stand that held the device that would bring up his display during the speech. The crowd watched the billionaire in silence while the room dimmed into a nearly hushed darkness. "I'm surprised you all aren't bored of these yet." Chuckles and small laughs escaped a few individuals in the crowd. "Friends, welcome. Thank you all for attending and engaging in such a grand opportunity. For most of us, Gotham is our home. We've lived here our whole lives, we've dealt with the pain, the darkness that swallows up the hope that we do our very best to keep alive. Years of turmoil and little done about it, this time, we aid each other in restoring our once grand and prospering city back to it's original state. No, better than what it's ever been. We've survived terrorist attacks and a war that nearly split this city down the middle. I don't know about you all but I'm tired of grieving. I'm ready to believe that Gotham City can thrive a lot longer than these miscreants would want it to. I can assure you all that Gotham is in safe hands."
Every inch of the foyer was darkened. The murmuring from the crowd was almost laughable as they were confused and perplexed as to what Wayne had in store for them all. Bruce took the device in hand and at the press of a button, a platform in front of the crowd rose and illuminated the room in a holographic blue. It showed, at base level, Gotham at it's current state, still healing and repairing the damages even after it's months of turmoil. "I believe most of you are familiar with Old Gotham, also known as Wonder City?" The hologram added a layer that sat directly underneath the current Gotham City. "I guess history really does have a hand at repeating itself." The last bit of words slipped off of his tongue and even taller towers began to raise out of the surface that was Gotham City. "I am proud to announce: Neo-Gotham." Refurbishing it's older buildings, the installing of new technology all around the city, that's what the hologram then entailed as it splintered off detail after detail with every new structure that rose up. "Neo Gotham offers a safe haven for all Gothamites, better security, a stronger GCPD, a decrease in the crime rate. That also includes stronger rehabilitation methods over on Arkham Island where inmates will receive more professional treatment which promises a full turn around for the betterment of our future. We need to move in a better direction before we too collapse as a whole."
During the presentation, everyone watched in awe. He knew most of them were filled with doubt. Even with the shroud of darkness, he could see it in most of the faces and he didn't blame them. Too many times have self proclaimed heroes make an attempt at saving Gotham City, Bruce Wayne included. "Now is the time to make something of ourselves, to show that we truly do care for a better future in our city."
They knew he was finished speaking, his final words were met with claps and whistling cheers. The majority favored this new plan. How far will they go to make changes.. He thought to himself.
He walked down to join the crowd, shaking hands along the way, assuring them that a brighter future was coming.
"A marvelous speech, sir." Alfred started in his ear, stammering a bit as he went. "But I regret to inform you that there seems to be trouble afoot in the Bat-Cave."
Bruce had been hand in hand with another one of his associates when Alfred delivered the news. His inspirational glow faded into his usual scowling grimace. He gave the man's hand a pat, a nod, and then a thank you to those in attendance and soon after as the lights flickered on, Bruce Wayne was nowhere to be found. Having stepped into the parlor, Bruce took one of the pool sticks on the racked and yanked it ever so slightly. A false wall caved in and the 'door' receded into the wall above. If he stopped for a moment and listened ever so slightly, he could hear the echoes of unfamiliar voices at the end of the cave. Bruce kept onward figuring if they knew where to find the cave, they already were well aware of his secrets. He remained in the shadows, staring at the pair that lingered in his cave. One wore an outfit similar to the Royal Flush Gang, a common criminal group that the League had dealt with more times than one. The other was...questionable and that was putting it mildly. The bright red bat symbol that adorned his chest on the black skin tight suit made his raise a brow. It wasn't false to assume that the Batman was the highest authority on vigilantes showing up in Gotham, the last time one showed up without his no how was Huntress and although she was harder than most to get under control, it was still a near seamless transition. He didn't have to be in his suit to move as quietly as possible. The more he moved in the more he noticed about what was so off other than the two intruders. Blood had been smeared all over the walls and all along his trophies. His computers had been destroyed and his vehicles vandalized, all with an all too familiar shrill laugh that nearly sent a shiver down his spine. He was back and it was hard to tell if he had friends. Bruce grabbed hold of several parts that now were scattered across the floor of the cave. His hand disappeared back into the darkness as he put the pieces together. It was an electrical device that enough output to do some serious damage to the right people and he had a feeling it would do the same here. A shot in the dark of electrical energy came spiraling off towards the one clad in black and as it was sent through the air, Bruce stepped out of the shadows ready to fire at his compatriot.
"You two have some nerve wearing those outfits in my cave. So I'll say this once: Get the hell out."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2018 9:55 pm
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Seemingly out of nowhere, an object came flying to electrocute Terry. Suddenly it didn’t feel like such a good idea to dress in attire fit for the Royal Flush Gang. “Damn.” Ten immediately reached around Terry to support him, though it might’ve been wiser to raise her arms. She looked back at the source of the projectile, another one due for her if she wasn’t careful with her response. She remained level-headed, or at least as level-headed as a girl could be knowing her boyfriend just got hurt by the man she was talking to. While she was stressed, she didn’t need any more trouble on their hands. “We’re not the bad guys,” she said, not quite claiming “good guys” given how it’d be more unbelievable with their apparent trespassing. “Don’t you at least want to know why we’re here?” If they meant harm, they’d have done it by now, and clearly they weren’t the ones responsible for the mess that already happened to be there. Something this messy would have been more apparent on them, at least a blood stain.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2018 1:03 am
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Helena being born into the Bertinelli crime family meant that she was seen at events like these a lot although she hadn't attended something so ritzy since she was a little girl. She was asked to play in the other room to retain her innocence while the men handle business which she would come to find out later in life that it was all illegal. It didn't surprise her. At the age of eight nothing really did anymore. She knew about all the horrible things her 'father' did to her mother. She notices the bruises and the emotional toll it had on her. She'd cry at night just thinking about it. Her former mafioso family was the one thing she never wanted to be tied to. It was the exact same corruption she fought as The Huntress and it was why she stuck around the Batfam this long even though her ways were a tad more brutish than her comrades.
When Bruce invited her to his grand unveiling of whatever project he was cooking up, Helena didn't intend on not showing her support. She showed at the front doors of Wayne Manor wearing a simple red dress that hung just above her knees and was tight on her figure with an average pair of heels. A single layer of a lilac shaded lipstick was flattering enough, one of the only times she didn't want to over do it. These rich types looked a little more worried about finding ways to make small talk and stuff their faces rather than being excited or the least bit curious for what Bruce had to say. "If I had a place this big I would have it all to myself." She was having a hard time finding her place before the lights started to fade and the crowd was left in darkness while Bruce took center stage. Something about saving the city, something about a Wonder City, and a Neo Gotham?
"Shut it, will ya?" Helena elbowed an eldery man to her right who kept talking during the speech. It was hard to listen when you had some goofball complain about his back pains for five minutes straight. By the time she was ready to listen the lights were settling back to their original setting and Bruce was down on the floor with everyone else receiving thanks and thanking them for coming. Whether she fully heard his speech or not, she still waltzed her way over to him ready to give praise and commend him for it. The closer she got, the more alarmed he looked. Just before she reached him, Bruce turned away from the crowd and closed himself off in the parlor room. "Trouble in paradise?" She craned to the left in confusion. Something was wrong and she tried to gauge whether or not she should grab her crossbow used for "special occasions". He wasn't about to leave her in the crowd with these douche bags while he had all the fun.
Helena followed Bruce into the parlor and was sure to shut it behind her. "Is there an entrance to that damn cave in every room of this place?" Asked Helena to herself when she noticed that Bruce was nowhere to be found in the close quarters room. It's gotta be one of these bookshelves.. Books started hitting the floor one by one while Helena removed them from the shelves looking for the activation switch where a secret entrance would reveal it self, etcetera, etcetera. She just about pulled everything she could from the case and huffed at her lack of findings. Her hands sat at her hips while she tapped her foot against the floor turning back and forth wondering how clever Bruce had to be to include a batcave entrance in the room. "Who still plays pool these days?" Helena slid her fingers along the wood finish of the pool table and lifted the balls and sticks that were left on it. At this point she was ready to just call it quits and go back to the arrangement. That was before she pulled one of the pool sticks hanging up and activated the secret switch which would in turn reveal the dark stairway to bat hell to her. "This better be worth all the trouble, Bruce."
Helena felt her way through the dark. Each step was carefully placed while making her way down the steps. When she was about halfway she was startled by the high pitched wail that echoed in the cave. And so she sped up her descent and ended up at the bottom in no time. Bruce stood over a duo dressed in attire fitting for their line of side work. She took her eyes off of the scene in front of her for just a moment before it all settled into the rest of her vision. The cave was a mess! "What the hell happened in here?" She circled about the space available to her, eyeballing the clear erratic and destructive behavior. She glanced at the two Bruce now held at electrical gunpoint and came to the conclusion that this wasn't their doing but she kept her assumptions to herself.
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Nocturnal Vigilante Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 9:52 pm
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