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 Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2018 10:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 8:29 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 9:11 am
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︾ ︾ ︾ ︾
︽ ︽ ︽ ︽
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𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ
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Slade couldn't help but smirk at Nightwing's passing quip about his eye; the kid had spunk, something that Deathstroke had always admired about him. All the spunk in the world wouldn't be enough to prepare him to even dream of taking the world's greatest assassin down on his own, however. It didn't take a super tactical genius like Slade to see through Grayson's feeble attempt at a distraction. The length of Deathstroke's power staff gave him an edge over Nightwing's eskrima sticks, allowing him greater range on both an offensive as well as defensive front. The Wingding was easy enough to bat aside with a simple swipe of his power staff; Slade would then do exactly as Nightwing had predicted, little did the vigilante know that Deathstroke had played into his trap intentionally. Deathstroke did indeed parry Nightwing's attack, but not in a way that would leave him in an advantageous opening to his rival. Deathstroke would stand his ground, allowing Nightwing to close the gap between them. The moment he was within range, and Nightwing was bringing his Eskrima sticks down to strike him Slade would use his superior strength and reflexes to swipe at them with a diagonal, vertical swipe of his power-staff toward the vigilante's hands. The speed of Slade's parry, combined with the momentum at which his opponent was moving would provide Nightwing with little to no time to react; and if this ploy was successful, as Deathstroke was confident it would be, it would leave Nightwing wide open to be battered with a flurry of chain attacks from his foe. Slade would bring his power-staff crashing against Nightwing's ribs, spin around and bring the opposite end of his staff cracking against the vigilante's opposite leg forcing him to the ground. After this Slade would direct a powerful round-house kick to the ex-Robin's face packed with enough force to knock him backwards a good few feet, while simultaneously putting him into the ground. You've gotten sloppy, Slade would say as he lowered his leg from the kick and began to approach his enemy. Don't ever insult me with such an obvious tactic again.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 10:38 am
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All three combatants movements, was a well choreographed dance, of martial arts, each one of them perfectly timed against each other. Bane’s role in such was this: He indeed was not expecting Robin to dive down below and between his legs, however as he was paying attention Huntress as well, and expecting the unexpected from her he’d try to use this to his advantage. Huntress did catch him off balance, but only briefly when she used physics to her advantage in her fast attack using a slingshot maneuver with her staff. And she was successful when landing the blow to the back of his knee. It was enough to accomplish what she desired, however he recovered from it quickly and got back into his fighting stance. Huntress would notice though her next two attacks would not be so easy. His sheer muscle mass would cushion the blow for his ribs, and would feel like she just hit a brick wall, and in the attempt of her third attack, he’d try to grab her as his counter attack. If successful, he would grab her arms and then left her into the air holding her above himself to use her as a human shield against the Boy Wonder who at this point would already be up on the rafters to make his downward attack. If she was prepared for this counter attack, he’d simply deflect Robin’s downward attack to put distance between himself and the two of them, not wanting to allow the two to take advantage over the fact they out number him. Regardless what happened Bane was used to people like Batman trying to exploit his weakness with the Venom dispenser, as he has fallen victim to it several times, this time he wasn’t going to let Robin exploit it so easily, and would make him fight even harder to accomplish such.”You think, you, the Son of Batman could defeat Bane so easily?! Hah!” He responded to Damien’s original taunt about getting his a** kicked by a twelve year old, whilst in midst of his combat routine against the two assailants. That and he wanted to make it clear to Robin this was not going to be an easy fight.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 10:57 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 12:36 pm
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Thanatophobia, the fear of death. Something which Black Mask certainly would have put into him with his demonstration of the Crime Lord back on the bus - that was if Crane was still able to feel fear. For all it's benefits, it had drawbacks, for it is fear that encourages us to remove ourselves from dangerous situations. Scarecrow, however, compensated for the numbing of this natural instinct with his genius and intuition. The position he found himself in was not one he sought to remain in for much longer. Jonathan bought himself time by simply excusing himself so he could replenish on fear gas from his lair - after all, it was hardly likely that he would have been able to hold onto such during his incarceration.
He paced around in his ragged get up whilst in his lair. It was quite the conundrum; he was a psychiatrist, not a surgeon - and he needed whatever was planted in his skull removed. That was until a miracle presented itself by chance. Suddenly, blaring carnival music would fill the air as a purple van adorned with the Joker’s insignia frantically pulled into the Scarecrow’s lair; seemingly unaware, or simply without care for, whatever it was they might knock over or destroy in the process. After the van came to a stop, four thugs wearing various clown masks and makeup and armed to the teeth with assault rifles, shot guns and various other firearms filed out of the van. The thugs were followed by a man with shoulder-length greasy blond hair. The man wore a purple bomber jacket that features the Joker’s insignia, a black fedora, and black wayfarer style sunglasses. The man lit a cigarette as he approached the Scarecrow, puffing the smoke as he spoke with a heavy east-coast accent. “Dr. Crane I take it? Call me Johnny, Johnny Bang-Bang.” Johnny pulled the cigarette from between his lips and exhaled smoke before offering the masked man a hand to shake. "I’m here on behalf of the Joker, he has a proposition for ya."
Scarecrow was disgusted by the thugs that entreated entrance to his lair, as he instinctively reacted by unleashing a cloud of fear gas upon them. Whatever visions the thugs might have saw were horrifying enough that they were no sooner on the ground, clawing at their eyes desperately to blind themselves to the horrors they were seeing. Johnny Bang-Bang, however, had luckily taken the approach slowly, and did not fall victim to the fear toxin. "I see. A proposition that he could not appear himself to make, and instead sends four thugs and... you- in his place?" He pushed past Johnny and towards the van. He could hear Johnny protesting his movements as he was nearing a side door. What exactly was within that required such an escort. Crane pulled back the door, and slammed it open. Unsure whether he was surprised or not, there sat the Clown Prince of Crime himself. |
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 10:04 pm
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Oh, come now Ichabod. The Joker cooed teasingly to his masked compatriot, rising to his feet as he stuffed gloved hands into the pockets of his purple, leather trench-coat. Why must you always have to go and ruin my fun, hmm? Not a fan of surprises I take it? Eeehehehehe, of course not. How could you be? The Joker approached The Scarecrow, his ruby lips parting into a wide grin as his toxic green eyes gazed into the practically soulless, pale blue eyes of his burlap-headed friend.
All jokes aside, you look great Johnny old boy! Just as lively as ever, eh? The Clown Prince giggled gleefully as he removed his wide-brimmed purple fedora and elbowed Crane playfully in his practically malnourished rib-cage. Putting a little weight on though, eh? Come on now Johnny, don't they teach you anything in the emerald city? You gotta lay off the pumpkin pie man! It's no good for you! The Joker couldn't help but laugh at his joke, brushing past the Scarecrow as he clasped a gloved hand over his face. When he finally managed to regain his composure, the Joker cleared his throat and popped the collar of his trench coat; he then pointed at Crane and began to speak. Listen, I've heard down the proverbial grape-vine that the big bad Black Mask put something in your head that will make it pop like a weasel should he decide to set it off! So, here's the deal. What if I were to tell you that I had a way to make that go away, hmm?
The Joker placed his fedora back over his combed green hair and leaned in, raising one of his green brows inquisitively as his lips curled into a smirk. Brushing past The Scarecrow once more, the Joker would tuck his left hand into the pocket of his coat, using his right to wave behind him dismissively. Of course, you could deny my offer and go back on doing... whatever it is you're doing as a slave of that overzealous twerp in a party mask. Whatever tickles your pickle, I guess.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 10:30 am
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The woman's body stood still, not wanting to test the man with the skull face, nerves. Watching as the overly large reptile tore through the police car even the police themselves, her eyes watched as her blonde friend with the pigtails harass and beat on the police as well. Shaking her head, “ They never learn.” Ivy sighed.
Wasn’t but moments later that Deathstroke showed up, which could be one of two things one person, in particular, was going to die, or everyone was going to need too put up a fight. Watching Harley follow him, she followed behind her friend, Harley had turned around to run in a van, with a couple of clown-masked goons, which only meant, “ Joker” sighing, Ivy always hoped Harley would officially leave the clown. Rolling her eyes, Ivy followed behind Deathstroke.
Things got ugly and heated real quick, Gordon, Black Mask, Deathstroke, Bane, Nightwing, the Bat’s son, long with Huntress, all went at it. It was like a political debate that involved guns. Ivy went to go hide. As she hid she had found a dead plant, giving it a kiss to revive it, “ Help your mother out sweetie.” Whispering to the plant. The plant grew its vine into the lock of Ivy’s cuffs to free her. Walking into the crossfire, Ivy went after Huntress, seeing how she was the closest person to her. “ Bane hun, you have to be quicker than that.” Ivy called out as she swung her arm out, as her wrist moved in circles, “ My children” she said softly as roots ruptured from the ground, grabbing ahold of the Bat’s son. Running over to Huntress, Ivy swung her arm out again towards Huntress, a root had knocked the crossbow out of her hands. Approaching Huntress, Mother Nature herself, punched Huntress in the jaw. Turning her head, she caught a glimpse of the Batmobile, headed her way, jumping backward out of the way, she stopped on the ground, roots broke through the floor, the vines and roots wrapped around Ivy liked a shield.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 11:55 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 12:15 pm
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 Bane ignored Damian’s threats, especially after Ivy jumped into the fray, as his objective was clear, to protect Black Mask. Now that he was no longer needed to distract the vigilantes, it was up to him, to secure Black Mask like DeathStroke previously instructed. Saying nothing as he left the fray, as he had already wasted too much time in this fight. Unfortunately for Nightwing it also meant his plan would fail as Bane was no longer there by the time the Batmobile arrived, but rather he was already well on his way towards commissioner Gordon and Black Mask.
It wouldn’t take much for Bane to build up speed and momentum especially with the venom pumping through his veins. As such he made his warpath for his objective. During the stand off between Gordon and Black Mask, the two of them would be able hear the large behemoth stomping his way towards them. As Bane was no longer concerned with stealth, but more concerned with timing. He would crash his way through cubicles, desks, chairs and office supplies and would only stop once he reach his destination, which was to save Black Mask. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 6:42 pm
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As she was squished in the van, Harley dug her foot into the side of Croc’s side. Making enough room for her body. Looking at Croc, as he mumbled some words about Joker and something about bombs in their heads. Trying to make sense of his mumble jumble, Harley pieced together what he said. “ Nu-uh, My Puddin’ is gettin my bomb out first, to hell with ya slimy self. Who’s to say, we're even goin to that rotten b*****d anyway.” She said shrugging her shoulders, as she bit her nails. Curiosity got the best of Harley, especially when she got bored or told not to do something. " So um, where are we goin? It smells like a** water in here, no offense" She cried out, looking at Croc. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 6:59 pm
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︾ ︾ ︾ ︾
︽ ︽ ︽ ︽
╔══════════════╗
𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ
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By the time Slade noticed the Batmobile it was too late to get out of the way completely; however, ever the strategist, Deathstroke had managed to figure out a way to turn this problem into an advantage. The Assassin let out a loud grunt as he drew his promethium laced sword and leapt into the air, and brought the tip of the blade down into the Batmobile. Holding on tightly to the grip of his sword Slade removed sticky explosives from his utility belts and stuck three of them to the hood of the speeding vehicle. Jumping to his feet Slade removed his blade from the hood and launched himself off of the Batmobile with a backflip, bending his knees as he hit the pavement to help cushion his landing. Quickly, Slade would turn back to face Nightwing and draw his pistol, firing three consecutive shots in his direction with deadly precision. The bombs were set to explode within ten seconds of being armed, and behind Slade the Batmobile would be explode being reduced to a pile of smoke and fire, while also knocking back, or annihilating, anything and anyone who had been around it in a pillar of flame.
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