City of Chaos (October 31, 2016)

[Rhyming Demon]

After hearing Black Mask’s order, "Kill em dead. Nobody comes to the Dark Knight's home uninvited.",To Waylon this was another job, albeit one he wasn’t too happy about, but regardless he wasted no time, and charged the nearest GCPD cruiser, like a bull on war path. The police would try stop the monster with their bullets, however they needed ammunition and arsenal that were heavier for someone like Waylon Jones. He kept on his path, with his tough skin deflecting most of the shots until he got in closer range. This however did not deter him in any shape or way, he simply continued to press on taking the bullet wounds directly. Once He got in contact with the first police car, he lifted it up with his hands and tossed it into air spinning forward towards the other police car. Only to see the land on top of the stationary one.

Croc wasted no time taking advantage of the cops bewilderment at his sheer strength. He grabbed one of the officer by their neck and proceeded to smash the officer’s skull into the windshield of one of the wrecked police cars. The cop's head went right through glass with a giant re bloody hole punched right through the bullet proof glass. Croc left the body dangling on the hood of the car as he yelled triumphantly and tauntingly, “Who else wants some?!” to the remaining officers.  

[Dysfunctional Harley]

The cops suddenly swarmed around the prisoners, just when she thought the night couldn’t get any better. “ gee riddance, who invited da pigs.” She watched as the armored men took on the police, as well as Croc who was a wrecken to deal with anyways, especially if you got to close to him, his breath was enough to knock ya out. Harley was still upset at Joker for leaving and couldn’t get him off of her mind, to shake the thought of him off she had listened to Black Mask’s words and decided to play with the officers for a bit. Still, in her cuffs, she managed to do a front flip onto an officers neck, wrapping her legs around his neck, suffocated him to death while she slammed her hands on his head repeatedly. When the officer fell to the ground, another officer approached her. Kicking the second policeman in the gut, as he leaned over in the process, Harley bitting his ear off, watching him scream in agony while hid blood poured out. As he laid on the ground crying. She skipped back to her friends while chewing on the ear, “ Dis doesn't taste like bacon, but da earwax helps with da flavor.” Batting her eyes, “ So can I take dese handcuffs off now? Unless ya taking meh to a private room.” She shouted out as she fidgeted to get the handcuffs off.  

[Nocturnal Vigilante]

Oh how could do they do this? How could they pack up his creations, his tools, his life's work and stow it away like none of it matter, like none of it had any value. None of them had the ability to see his work the way he did. In the eyes of Lazlo Valentin, he was crafting something extraordinary, something that no other man, woman, or child had the skill nor stomach to do. Something...perfect. The thought of the word made Valentin giddy at his window seat towards the very back of the bus. His bruised face forced a smile as he bobbed his head along the way, humming a classical tune that he always kept playing while he worked tirelessly. His voice, his roaring spinto voice could always meet the dramatic demands of the songs he followed along with. Only now he was left with the distant memories of what once was. He missed his toys, he missed the opportunity, he missed the thrill, all of it taken away at once by the winged rodent and his flightless proteges.

After the week he had, Valentin's eyes began to flutter and sit during the ride out of Gotham up until a hard stop caused him to rise out of his seat and look about. "Oh what have we here?!" He said in a sing-song fashion, dancing his way up the bus aisle before he was promptly told to sit back down. Of course he wouldn't! When he caught a glimpse of who caused the buses' unexpected hold up, Valentin wouldn't dare hold his excitement in for anyone. He lunged for the security guard while his head was turned towards what was transpiring outside, tackling him to the flooring of the bus, his hands finding their way across his face where he began pressing his thumbs into the mans eyes. His screams and anguish were music to his ears, a smile formed ear to ear as he stood up from the man who was in too much pain to react to what was happening around him. By the time Valentin moved to the front, the bus driver was shot dead at the wheel and he was covered in the windshield glass. "What a waste." Valentin's fake frowned turned upside down at the mess the men dressed like clown's produced. He hopped off the bus like a child waiting to come home, practically leading the other prisoners to their freedom. The majority immediately went their separate ways after their freedom was seemingly secured by this random moment of luck.

"Professor. The Joker requests ya presence." One of them approached Valentin and sat a box down in front of him. He knelt down as he often had trouble looking straight towards the ground passed his portly figure. He rummaged vigorously through the box and with every tool he stumbled upon, he started to make an unintelligible sound, almost animalistic in nature. The Joker's boys backed away slowly as he traded his bright orange prison uniform for his butcher attire and pig mask, completely out in the open and exposing himself for the lot to see. He didn't care! His wish had come true. As he pulled back his bright yellow gloves just to hear them snap once more, he'd clap his hands together and continued gathering his wide array of tools. What was once Lazlo Valentin was now completely snuffed out once he slipped the plastic mask over his face, truly becoming who he really was: Pyg. "Well, well, well, well we must not keep him waiting. I hear there's a party going on back in the city. Think of all the new toys! So much potential. Waiting for Pyg to show them perfection." In his frantic, excitable rambling he had held tight on the front of one of the men's shirt, he could practically smell the fear and nervousness on him and even went in to sniff him down like a bloodhound.

Pyg let the man go, allowing them all the chance to get back into the car they arrived in and back towards the city where the brutality ensued.  

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Nightwing

Nightwing rolled his eyes and drove on in silence. He drove with some urgency because he knew that they needed to stop Black Mask before things got out of hand. When they reached the West Side, Nightwing parked the Batmobile and had the two of them take to the rooftops where they would be able to get a better view of the chaos down bellow. The GCPD had come in force to stop Black Mask and while d**k was sure they could stall, he had little hope that they would get to Black Mask before he got away. It was a horror show on the bottom floor but Nightwing didn't plan to enter through the bottom floor. He pointed his grappling gun towards the roof and fired it. "Here we go." Nightwing said to Robin in a somewhat off-handed way as his gun pulled him across the sky and onto the rooftop of Sionis's building. From there he would try to assess the best way to enter and apprehend Sionis.

Company: A whole lot of people | Name: d**k Grayson | Equipment: Escrima Sticks, and Utility Gauntlets

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Erik Killmonger

Nocturnal Vigilante

The GirI of SteeI

High VoItage

Dysfunctional Harley

 

[RPD Rookie]

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After freeing the prisoners, Lawton accompanies Black Mask back to his vehicle heading towards Sionis's Headquarters. Some time afterwards, he was assigned overwatch on top of Black Mask's roof. Laying prone with his MK11 with a silencer, Lawton takes a glimpse at the GCPD lead by Commissioner Gordon. Knowing that it appears Mask has some unwanted visitors, Deadshot radios in to a henchman to alert Mask and the prisoners. WIthout any hestitation, he picked off each officers within his sights and watches the men around them shake in panic. Just before he was about to make another shot, he heard a thud on the rooftop as if someone was there with him. He got up from prone position to crouching taking cover behind an AC unit and attempted to shost Nightwing on the right shoulder. "I miss you bird boy, we didn't finish our dance that one night." He said referring to his last fight with him. He would of nailed Batman's protege if it wasn't for that damn tranquilizer he got shot at by an unknown assailant that fateful night.

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Erik Killmonger

Nocturnal Vigilante

The GirI of SteeI

High VoItage

Dysfunctional Harley

Nine1122

 

[Sir Auron Lucien]

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𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ
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Between the efforts of Croc, Harley, and Deadshot there remained only a few Cops left standing. Two of the Cops had taken cover behind their cruisers while the third reached for his comm, shouting desperately over it "We're getting killed out here, we need backup NOW! I repeat, we need backup NO--" The Officer was quite literally cut off as a promethium laced sword cleaved his head clean from his shoulders. The head of the Officer flew through the air and fell at the feet of other two Cops; they looked down in a panic to see rigor mortis already beginning to set in as their former comrade's eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his jaw beginning to shift and lock to the left. Before they even had the opportunity to respond both of their lives would be swiftly ended by two consecutive shots from a 19 caliber glock planted directly between their eyes. Deathstroke stepped over the freshly deceased bodies of his victims, holstering his pistol before cleaning the blood from his blade with his right gloved hand. Deathstroke re-sheathed his sword as he made his way toward the entrance of the Sionis Industries warehouse.

The Assassin stopped in front of Croc and Harley, his single eye gazing at them behind an emotionless, glowing, red lens. I have business with your boss, Slade began, his voice both amplified and slightly distorted behind his helmet's amplification system. And you're gonna let me through, unless you'd rather end up like your friends behind me. He gestured to the recently executed cops before brushing past both of the criminals. Raising a gauntleted arm he waved behind him as he called back You're welcome, by the way. With those words, Deathstroke entered the warehouse and made his way toward Sionis's office.

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[Rhyming Demon]

Croc be indigent of the matter responded to slade’s comment, “Your welcome by the way.” with his own sneer, and snide remark. “Not like I need yer help anyways one-eye.” Croc really didn't need Slade's help, however getting less bullet wounds was nice, not that he'd admit it to Deathstroke. With that he let out a snort, letting Slade pass, as he wasn't worth risking death, for what he was getting paid for which was absolutely nothing as far as he was concerned. After he decided to completely ignore Slade and proceeded to tear off his blood soaked, bullet hole filled prison tunic ripping it off from his body completely, standing there in nothing but his orange prison pants.


Waylon then noticed all the cops present were dead. He then finally turned to Harley and asked her “Now what do we do?” Jones clearly was rarely the brains of the operation and usually just the muscle. Which is how he usually prefered it, as he like being the one to bash skulls in. Waylon looked around at the carnage clearly looking for something to do as he waited to see if Harley or any of his other former inmates had any brighter ideas, as he himself was tempted to run. But the words of Black Mask still haunted him, remembering what he said about the explosives they were all implanted with. That and the image of someone blowing up was forever burnt into his eyes.  

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Nightwing

Nightwing's landing on the rooftop was almost immediately met with opportunity and failure. He now had the opportunity to stop Sionis's sniper but he had failed to avoid the first shot which bounced off against his suit and caused Nightwing to fall off balance. His foot hit the ground, the bullet hit his right shoulder, and Nightwing spun his entire body- taking advantage of the momentum caused by the bullet to throw a wingding at Deadshot- before rolling across the floor a little. d**k's feet hit the ledge of the roof and he used it to propel himself up and toward Deadshot. "Sorry, Lawton. you wouldn't be able to keep up!" Nightwing taunted as he flung three more wingdings at Deadshot. He expected Deadshot would shoot them out of the air and so he had rigged one of the three with a smoke bomb. When Deadshot shot the one with the bomb the smoke would be dense enough to cover Nightwing while he got into hand to hand range with Deadshot. Then again if Lawton didn't shoot the wingdings and avoided them some other way, the smoke bomb would go off on whatever the wingding hit and Nightwing would be running at Lawton without cover. Whenever he got close enough, in either the case that his suit protects him from a lot of the damage or the case that his plan works and he gets close, Nightwing would focus first on countering Lawton's reaction to his advance.

Company: Deadshot | Name: d**k Grayson | Equipment: Escrima Sticks, and Utility Gauntlets

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Erik Killmonger

Nocturnal Vigilante

The GirI of SteeI

High VoItage

Dysfunctional Harley

 

[Rhyming Demon]

With Batman’s disappearance Gotham City was surely to full into chaos. Something that Bane would be able to take full advantage. But for now a prospect came up, one that he couldn’t refuse, which was bringing about a new form of order, and Black Mask was the perfect catalyst for such. So for now he would appear as the pawn, as he made his way to offer his services. He was a master of many martial arts some of which he learned from the League of Assassins. Which meant Bane wasn’t the type to rely just on sheer strength, and this was one of those days his training paid off.

He stealthily scaled the warehouse using his combined might of his strength, stamina and his skills, made his way to one of the windows, normally when he wanted to make his presence known he’d smash in through the windows, but he didn’t trust criminals outside that were on full alert, so he opened one of the windows as quietly as he could and slipped in. In spite of his frame, he still knew how to squeeze to smaller spaces, when the need arise. Bane then was on his way to the office and then he would encounter Deathstroke who also seemed to have similar ideas as himself. “It seems we’re here with the same purpose Wilson, I hope you don’t mind the company and possibly the competition in this job. Unless perhaps for now you would like to be partners?” Bane knew that Slade shared similar ideals, as they both were cut from the same cloth. But also because they had similar visions he also knew that both of them didn’t like to share. Probably the only that kept from trying to kill each other in the past, would be the same thing that would prevent them from killing each other now. The mutual professional respect they had for each other. Bane would continue his advance towards the fellow mercenary as he spoke calmly with no sign of weakness or fear. Assuming Deathstroke at the very least would agree to have his company in the meeting with Black Mask.

 

[RPD Rookie]

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As the bullet hit his target, it was clear that the Vigilante was prepared for gunshots. With a false sense of security, Deadshot watched the boy wonder almost lose his balance and loosen his grip on the trigger. In a split second, Nightwing's wingding glided towards his direction, hitting one of his gun bracelet. AS he began to look up, he watches Nightwing throw three more projectiles towards at him.mAfter shooting the other two projectiles, Deadshot shot one of them which was obviously rigged with smokescreen. What stands between the vigilante and Deadshot was a cloud of smoke. The smoke would be dense enough to cover Nightwing while he got into hand to hand range but what Nightwing failed to account was his cybernetic eye. "You know, you remind me like Captain Kangaroo, always predictable." Not willing to waste any bullets on his last working gun bracelet, he drew out his 9mm pistol and attempted to shoot the vigilante. This will be his last chance to hit him long range before Nightwing can go hand to hand. Unlike Deathstroke, Lawton is no match for close quarters.

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Erik Killmonger

Nocturnal Vigilante

The GirI of SteeI

High VoItage

Dysfunctional Harley

Nine1122

 

[Nocturnal Vigilante]

This was far more chaotic than Gordon could have imagined. Left and right were squad cars overturned by the brutish criminals Sionis must have had under his pay roll. He watched from the inside as several of the police under Gordon's watch were murdered and maimed by the psychopaths that plagued Gotham time and time again. He had no idea what to do, he had no idea what plays to make, and was responding to the world around him on pure instinct. He scaled the steps inside the factory with sweat dropping from his forehead. He was stepping into the lion's den headstrong, ready to take on anyone all with just a simple firearm. He didn't have the fancy skills and gadgets that Batman possessed but he would be damned if he let anymore destruction befall the city tonight. He stayed out of sight for the most part, gunning down anyone that came his way and even ended up exchanging his weapon for another, faster alternative. "Sionis!" Gordon called out from across the way, looking down the sights of a rifle he threatened the illegitimate businessman with. Not long after would the clambering of foot steps behind Gordon bring a smile to his face. He turned his head for just a brief moment to find some of his fellow officers backing his place as they moved in closer on Black Mask.

"Call off your dogs. End this quietly! No more bloodshed."  

[Nightwing]

Black Mask continued to fire at GCPD and all who invaded his private property. He did not expect to hear someone call out at him from such a close position. His nose twitched as he looked across to see Commissioner Jim Gordon the famed. He was a legend and one of Batman's closest allies. Except he didn't need to don a cape, tights, or a mask. He, like Black Mask, got s**t done the old fashioned way. Sionis respected Jim for that. He hoped their confrontation would be a little different. Maybe on a building with a certain signal up? The thought made even Black Mask crack a smirk staring deep into the eyes of the veteran cop. "I'm afraid things have escalated too far to call that order, Jim. We both know that. Gotham is under my protection now and I would like for us to have a good relationship. Similar to you and a certain former vigilante." He hoped Gordon would keep an open mind here. Black Mask loved this city probably even more than Batman and knew Gotham was a lady who needed to be cared for well. He could provide that and lead Gotham into a better day whereas Batman never could.

"Controlled crime, Jim. Think about it. I have just about all the resources needed to rule this city. And I could force you to submit but here I am asking for you to stand by my side." Behind Jim the other cops moved closer. "If the people see you aligned with me then this picture that I'm some 'villain' goes away. Think of all the good we could do together, Commissioner. Don't be a fool."  

[Nightwing]

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Robin knelt perched alongside Nightwing watching the events take place. He followed Nightwing's lead, pulling out his grapple-gun and grappling to the next building as instructed whilst internally fighting his first instinct to leap right into the thick of it to dish some of his pent up aggression. He would've only Nightwing carelessly allowed himself to be spotted and shot at by none other than Floyd Lawton otherwise known as Deadshot. The League of Assassins trained vigilante bared his teeth at their latest distraction. But was more than confident Nightwing could take care of himself thus is why he decides to continue on without him in silence. Nightwing could lecture him later. Right now his sights were set on taking down Black Mask. That was priority. Damian moved like a ninja sneaking into the warehouse from it's base then dropping down onto the rafters to listen in on the conversation of Black Mask and Commissioner Gordon. His brows knitted closer upon further investigation. This wasn't just some villain threat talk. It was Black Mask's sales pitch. Robin bit his tongue to keep from saying anything. If he waited a better opportunity would present itself. He knew Gordon and that he of all people would never go for this.

 

[Dysfunctional Harley]

Watching as policemen fall to the ground with bullets in their heads. Her eyes lit up, she figured the only person to leave bullet wounds that damaging, would be her “friend” Deadshot. The bullets stopped firing, Harley assumed Deadshot got busy with a side chick or decided to finally make a run for it.

The sound of a blade swishing in the air, Harley turned to see where it came from. The sword that had cleaned an officer head right off belonged to none other than Deathstroke, as he approached her and Croc, she attempted to play friendly. “ Heya, I see orange and black still ya color? I prefer red and blue or red and black. But differently not orange. It’s so like, prison style. Ya think ya could cut me outta of dese things?” She said holding her cuffs up in front of his face. Deathstroke had walked right past her while he gave orders. “ Boss? I ain’t got no boss.” Saying allowed as she looked at Croc.

Following behind his footsteps, if Deathstroke was meeting with Black Mask, Harley wanted to know why. Perhaps it was about the Joker.