City of Chaos (October 31, 2016)

[Rhyming Demon]

When it became apparent to Croc that Harley wasn’t with these guys, he leaned away from to get a good look at her. Staring at her eyed, seeing if she was just ******** with him or not.. As he had got into the van thinking Harley was in on some sort of plan, that he was unaware of, other he wouldn’t have gotten in it, in the first place, but once he realized that wasn’t the case at all, well he now was having serious doubts of getting in with her in the first place. “Oh hell no! Your tellin’ me you didn’t know for certain these guys were with your boss?!" Croc then would reach for one of the clown masked goons in the passenger seat, likely having to reach over Harley to do such. He’d then put the man in a hold, wit his reptilian like scalely arms around the man and make his demands. “Someone better stop this van an’ tell me what the hell is goin’ on or I’m gonna’ snap his pretty little neck!” Croc wanted answers and he wanted them now and things were going to get messy if he didn’t get them.

 

[Nine1122]

Nightwing

Deathstroke's bullets would strike only the floor and it would become more clear that Nightwing had changed position during the time it took for the Terminator to put his bombs on the car and for the car to hit Ivy. Still, Deathstroke was a man with great perception and so it was possible that he would notice that the moment the bombs he had set went off, Nightwing dropped behind him and attempted to pull off a painful combination of strikes. The first- if successful- would come from Nightwing kicking the back of Slade's knee to drop him into a kneeling position and the second- if it succeeded as well- would come from Nightwing slamming his two electrified eskrima sticks against each side of Slade's head.

Company: Black Mask, Robin, Gordon, Police, Bane, Deathstroke, Poison Ivy | Name: d**k Grayson | Equipment: Eskrima Sticks, and Utility Gauntlets

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Erik Killmonger

Nocturnal Vigilante

The GirI of SteeI

Slade Joseph Wilson

Agent Tony Masters

 

[Sir Auron Lucien]

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Nightwing was lucky that he had managed to get the drop on the Terminator while he was distracted, as d**k's kick did indeed force Slade to one knee; the next time, however, Nightwing wouldn't be so lucky. Unfortunately for the boy wonder his next attack had left him wide open, and Slade still held his sword in his right hand. With an alarming feat of reaction speed, Slade would counter Nightwing's blow toward Slade's head by positioning his blade under his armpit and stabbing backwards towards Nightwing's torso. Between the momentum of Nightwing's oncoming attack, and their distance it would be difficult for him to react; and if successful the sword would puncture Grayson's chest and through his back. Fortunately for Nightwing, Slade wasn't looking to kill him and the wound would not immediately prove fatal. It would, however, require immediate medical attention and more than likely put him out of commission for the rest of the night.

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[Nine1122]

Nightwing

d**k Grayson was not Slade Wilson. He did not have the man's speed or reaction time, but he did have the same willingness to make sacrifices for the mission. Not to the degree that Bruce did, never that far... but he knew when losses needed to be made for victory. He saw Slade begin to move his sword but had already dedicated his momentum to his swings. There was very little he could do, but there was still something. Nightwing pushed all he had into his swings so when the sword punctured through his suit, his skin, his muscle, his bone, his muscle again, some more skin, and then the back side of his suit, his arms were still driving those hits home. He wanted to crack that damn mask off of Slade's head but he knew that the material was probably too tough. Still, it was gonna hurt like hell. Just like the blade did when it dug through and stole all of his breath. Deathstroke was too dangerous. He'd done too much. It may have been a flaw in judgement but it was the decision d**k would make every time. He wanted to stop the bad guys.

Company: Black Mask, Robin, Gordon, Police, Bane, Deathstroke, Poison Ivy | Name: d**k Grayson | Equipment: Eskrima Sticks, and Utility Gauntlets

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Erik Killmonger

Nocturnal Vigilante

The GirI of SteeI

Slade Joseph Wilson

Agent Tony Masters

 

[Sir Auron Lucien]

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𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ
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Slade was lucky that he had worn his prometheum helmet, because had he not Nightwing's attack would probably have done a lot more damage than it had; but ******** if it didn't hurt. Deathstroke shouted in pain as electricity surged through his body. The little b*****d was going to pay for that, Slade had not intended to hurt d**k as badly as he was about to but an example had to be made. Slade fought with every fiber of his being to remain in control of is body as it jolted and spasmed from the electricity; and he managed to twist the blade inside of Nightwing's torso to further damage his wound tearing through more bone and muscle before he tore the sword from Nightwing's chest and falling over.

Deathstroke gasped for air beneath his helmet as he pulled himself up, his healing factor beginning to take effect as he brought himself to his knees. Little s**t, he spat before shakily rising to his feet. The Terminator turned to stare down at the bloody heap that was Nigthwing and spoke. Your wounds aren't fatal, not yet; but I suggest you get them attended to before you lose too much blood. Slade turned and waved over his shoulder to Nightwing and said See you around kid, before darting off in the direction Bane had gone to search for Black Mask.  

[Nocturnal Vigilante]

Gordon's grip on the rifle tightened while Sionis rambled on and on about nothing that really mattered to the commissioner in the moment. He thought about his options carefully to himself, he held a gun to him and Gordon was in his line of sight? So why couldn't he too pull the trigger of the gun he held in his hands. Gordon's eyes widened under his glasses when Black Mask neared the end of his monologue. Too many years of apprehending criminals gave Gordon the common sense to bow out when he knew things were going to get rough. Gordon dived out and behind another cubicle. The rifle slid across the floor and Gordon turned back to see if he was near. He crawled low to keep out of sight, he refused to give the b*****d the satisfaction of an easy shot. By the time he reached his rifle, the floor underneath Gordon began to rumble and all the commissioner could do was sigh in the moment. "Oh hell." He knew what was coming and he had no intention of going head to head with both Bane and Black Mask.

The small sized red exit sign that sat above the door showed itself to Gordon in the knick of time and Gordon pushed the door lever in that allowed him the chance to step outside and out of the fray. He was halfway down the steps of the side entrance when he stopped and looked up the expanse of the building. Batman's proteges and even, hopefully, other upstanding officers in the Gotham Police were still alive in there.

There would be time to recuperate later, it was chaos in Sionis' building and that boy and his people just saved his life. He intended to repay the debt in full and then some. Gordon rushed down to the outside level where bodies lay among cars that sat on their tops. The handy work of Bane and Croc no doubt. Smoke filled the air around him and it wasn't from any of his cigarettes, something he'd need sooner rather than later once this was all over. A thug sat at one of the only working cars in the lot, clutching his wounded and red stained side. "It doesn't look like you'll be needing this, anyway." Gordon took the man's head in the palm of his hand and slammed it up against the top of the car.

Hopping into the driver seat, he grabbed the keys that sat on the floor of the passenger side and started the car with a bit of resistance given it had to have taken some damage in the crossfire. Gordon twisted the wheel left and right, back and forth to maneuver in and around the other cars and people. They may have been unconscious or worse, but James was no savage. He drove the car through an already gaping hole of the building and merely followed the path it must have taken. He wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to stop both Bane, Slade Wilson, and Sionis by himself but he'd be damned if he going to leave them all behind. As soon as the car appeared on the scene, Gordon flashed the headlights onto the floor to signal the vigilantes until he saw Pamela Isley's plants.. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me." He was right to assume that she probably wasn't far off. He stepped out of the car with his own gun at his side just in case there were anymore unwanted surprises. The first person Gordon stumbled upon was Nightwing who was more worse off than he last remembered.

Up ahead had been Robin dangling upside down from Ivy's plant and the woman dressed in purple not far off. A burning fire sat in the corner of the room that was undeniably the Batmobile. _What the hell did I miss? "Hold still, kid. We're gonna have to be quick about this. Whatever you all did to Ivy..I don't think it'll stick." Gordon aimed his gun towards the ends of the plants just directly above where it held Robin and opened fire on it. Having had experience with being kidnapped by the crazy woman before, he always made a habit to remember just how different plants under her control reacted to pain. The plant squirmed uncontrollably and would free the young Robin thereafter. "Nightwing doesn't look too good, he's gonna need that patched up but not here. We ought to get him out of here before anyone else Black Mask freed catches up. He wasn't entirely sure how Robin would feel about him "calling the shots" or how it could be misconstrued but he was sure they could all agree on the fact that Nightwing wouldn't be getting any better here. He nodded to the woman but didn't question her identity given that she was in this fight just like the rest of them, probably needed a ride herself. He walked over to the car and opened the backseat door before heading over to Nightwing to grab him from off the floor. He was careful enough about it to ease the discomfort that he would have felt if someone far more rough had come across the trio of vigilantes.  

[Nightwing]

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Robin hung upside down as Ivy's vines kept him captive for the time being forcing him to play spectator to the showdown that was Nightwing versus Deathstroke. Nightwing was his horse in this fight, hoping his adoptive-brother would come through. But Slade proved to be a better fighter of the two and left Nightwing with a fatal wound for his efforts. His eyes grew underneath his domino in size. Here he was trapped and Nightwing was about to die. His mind flashed to the Titans and their recent deaths. "Nightwing!" Robin shouted. He felt powerless and he hated it. Thanks to Jim Gordon however he wouldn't be powerless for long. The veteran cop thought on his feet and forced the plant to release Robin.

He didn't stop to thank Gordon as he immediately raced to his fallen comrade. "I have you, Nightwing. How could you be so reckless?" he said, hating the edge of a whining child that was coming into his voice. He wanted to scoff, say 'How could you let your guard down? I've lost Batman already. I can't lose you.' but the words wouldn't come. They were stuck in his throat, and so he rationalized that it didn't need to be said. They were words of weakness. His body language simply implied he had been worried. He looked to Jim who chose to help them in their escape. The heroes making a retreat...how pitiful. The thought was on his mind same as the well-being of Grayson who he drew eyes over. He helped him with the assistance of Gordon into the back and laid him down. "This isn't over." Robin said bitterly.
 

[Masked Earth Prince]

Ding-Ding-Ding! We have a winner! The Joker announced ecstatically as he pranced over and took a seat across from Crane. During the dialogue between the two super criminals Johnny Bang-Bang had made his way back into the van; the Joker had taken notice of this as Johnny took a seat in the driver's seat. Let's hurry up and get this show on the road, Boing-Boing! The Joker called to his underboss, stomping his foot down on the floor of the van. We're already late to the trick-or-treating, and if Doctor Crane here doesn't get his jumbo-sized Snickers bar he's going to be more raving than a stay at home mother on Black Friday! After all... the Joker turned to face Crane and smile widely at him. You're not you when you're hungry, isn't that right Jonny Boy? The Joker chuckled before his toxic hues noticed that The Scarecrow hadn't buckled down; he gasped and brought one gloved hand to his mouth as he pointed at him with his opposite. My God! Why Sack-Face! You haven't buckled your seatbelt! The Joker made a "tsk tsk tsk" noise and shook his head disapprovingly. What kind of irresponsible piss for brains parents did you have that didn’t teach you the basic principles of “safety-first”, hmmm? Come on now man! The Joker wagged his finger at Crane before bursting out into uncontrollable laughter.

—The Joker’s Lair, sometime later—

The Joker stood on a railing above the motley crew that stood before him. Among his audience included such characters like: Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, and last but certainly not least, The Scarecrow. The Joker’s arms were tucked behind his back, his ruby lips curling into a wide grin; his yellowing dentures exposed to the lovely assortment of individuals below him. Ladies and gentleman, children of all ages! The Joker exclaimed to his guests below him, raising his arms; a cane with a golden Joker shaped head at the top of it. I sincerely welcome each, and every one of you here! The Joker pranced down the steps toward his guests, puffing his chest and popping the collar of his purple-pinstripe suit jacket as he went. Of course, the question that’s on all of your mind — why have I brought you all here tonight? Well, don’t you worry your precious, little, psychopathic heads; all of your questions will be answered in due time! BUT! The Joker came to a sudden pause in front of them, digging the bottom of his cane into the floor and leaning forward on it as he pumped his index finger straight into the air. First thing’s first! We have to do something about those pesky, little head poppers that our dear friend Black Mask so generously imposed onto all of you! The Joker brushed passed the crew of villains and made his way toward a staircase that spiraled downwards to the basement of the abandoned Sionis Industries building. Please, if you would all follow me; and do please keep your hands, arms, feat, legs— the Joker paused as he looked over the the reptilian, hulking brute that was Killer Croc and chuckled and other appendages tucked in nice and tight, we wouldn’t want you losing any of them now, would we? The Joker cackled gleefully as he motioned for the group the follow him down the staircase. As they descended down the staircase the group would begin to hear the sound of uncontrollable cackling over the dull sound of power tools. Nothing to worry about folks, that’s just our little operation that we’ve got going on down here; you know just the usual stuff: torture, maiming, murder, monopoly the usual stuff! Absolutely nothing to worry about in the least! As they neared the basement sound of power tools, and especially the laughter, would only intensify before they saw the horrible sight before them. The basement was chalk full of dozens of citizens: men, women, and children, writhing on the floor and against the walls laughing uncontrollably. They rolled on the floor in agony, their eyes bulging and yellow and their mouths tucked into wide sinister smiles. In the center of the room stood a large, and rather portly individual hard at work on one of the subjects that laid on a medical table before him. That individual was none other than Professor Pyg, who was hard at work creating an army of smiling dollatrons for the Joker; and would also prove to be the salvation of those who contained the explosives within their heads. Well, here we are! The Joker announced as he slowly backed away from the group and stepped through an open doorway. This is our stop! Be good, play fair and whatever you do, don’t feed the pig! He’s on a very strict diet! I’ll be back for you all within the next hour or so, tootles! The Joker then punched in a combination on a panel just adjacent to the door causing a blast door to slam down and lock all of the Joker’s new associates inside.

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[Dysfunctional Harley]

Harley rolled her eyes while Croc acted like a fool in the van. “ ya actin crazy Smiley! Never been on a joyride before? Hitting Croc’s over with to let go of the guy. As the henchmen fell to the ground, Harley, cornered Croc as much as she could in the van, with he fingers digging underneath his throat. “ Quit actin like a wild dog, and behave.”

As the van pulled up to the Joker's lair, the masked men opened up the van doors, Harley eye’s wided up, she had been here a few times with the Joker. As Harley and Croc, single finally walked into the building she spotted Crane, wondering why the boogie man was there. Looking up at the railing stood her beloved puddin’. As the Joker introduced his speech welcoming them all here, Harley blushed. “ Daw sucha gentlemen.” She said as she nudged Croc with her elbow. “Well, don’t you worry your precious, little, psychopathic heads” Harley blushed even harder, she loved when Joker came up with new pet names for her. Cutting in front of everyone, Harley followed right behind Joker. “Puddin’ ya didn’t tell meh, ya’d get all dressed up. Purple suits ya. She growled while biting her lip at the man with green hair. As Harley and the crew walked down the stairs to the basement, she looked at the medical table, last time she was strapped down to one of them, she tortured my Mistah J himself. The sound of the uncontrollable laughing victims had put a smile on Harley’s face. “ Don’t cha just love to laugh, Mistah J can arrange that for ya guys. Giggling at the rest of villains. Sneaking to the back of the line, Harley didn’t want to go first in whatever bomb removal,operation was going on. The Joker had once again disappeared on them. Raising her hand, she popped her head out of the line, “ So um piggy boy, do ya eat bacon, or is that like frowned upon?” She said staring at the pig flesh attached to his face. The pig man was giving Harley the heebeegeebees.  

[Nightwing]

10:05 PM

 

[Nightwing]

"What a ******** night." Black Mask said, taking a long drag of his cigar. He stood by the fire in his mission and stared out of his window. Roman stood at the cathedral window of his ancient Manor's quarters, swirling a wine glass full of wine in one hand. He was tired and desperately needed to unwind. Becoming Gotham's new savior was going to need some work. He hoped Jim Gordon would see it his way but we saw how that turned out. A shame really. The good news in all of this? Nightwing's downfall. Robin and the woman outfitted in purple were the city's only hope. Against it's most dangerous villains. "Destiny...It's my destiny to rule this city. I won't let a bunch of Halloween degenerates ruin my grand plan." one of his servants came in to his quarters. "What...is it...?" asked Sionis. "Sir, we were not able to find Harley, Crane, or Croc anywhere."

He slammed his fist into the table agitated. <******** ALL OF THEM." Sionis cursed.  

[Rhyming Demon]

Croc begrudgingly complied with Harley. With this as his remark. “Unlike some of us I rather keep my head than risk without knowin’ what I’m gettin’ myself into.” He snarled out the words but simple crossed his arms and remained silent for remainder of the ride.

When they arrived Croc was at a much cooler temperament they way Harley teased him her gentleman comment and elbow jab helped. Croc was not that surprised however to see Scarecrow was there too. When Harley walked into Pyg’s laboratory, Waylon followed suit. The good doctor also gave Croc the creeps. And had this eerie feeling the doctor was more than thrilled to operate on a metahuman like himself. “Right if that nutcase is operatin’ on me, I don’t wanna’ go under, nor want any painkillers. Just to make sure no one’s double crossin’ me. Just give me somethin’ to bite on durin’ the procedure.” Waylon was still eager to have the explosives removed, but at same time didn’t mean he still wasn’t cautious about the whole ordeal. After he made his conditions quite clear he’d wait to see the next step of the plan was.

 

[Nocturnal Vigilante]

James squeezed the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the wall. It felt good to be in the confines of his home after a night where once again, there was no guarantee that he was going to get to see it again. He puffed at one of his cigars while Vicki Vale flashed on the TV screen to report the ever so devastating evening news. "Just when I thought things were going to try and stay on the right track. The place became a s**t show all over again." He'd snub out the smoke and clear the air whilst walking fully into the living room where the other individuals resided. Robin and the woman in purple. Their friend was sure to get the proper medical attention needed at Gotham General with a doctor Gordon and even Batman could trust. "Between Black Mask and his crones...Joker and his lunatics, there aren't many of my guys left who can help us stop this thing. I don't suppose you people have your specially skilled friends on stand by?" Gordon has been working with Batman before even Nightwing, or Robin for that matter, came into the picture. Long before. Just as the Dark Knight had done, Gordon watched as he took on protege after protege, sidekick after sidekick. The lonely vigilante became a family man and it was interesting to see the growth take place. Gordon's wife came into the room looking for frazzled than usual with a tray of assorted pastries. All of the commotion led her to bake more than the family needed. Her offer was genuine but Gordon couldn't say he really had the stomach to after witnessing so much death.

"Otherwise...We are in a lot of trouble. Who are you supposed to be anyway? And I mean whatever it is your going by. I already know." He'd ask the woman. There was no point in asking that question anymore. Their secret identities were theirs and theirs to keep secret.  

[Nocturnal Vigilante]

The two sides stirring up at war were to ready, by any means necessary, to eliminate the other. That much Pyg could understand and not a single Gothamite could fathom how it would end. The tasked Joker assigned the giddy butcher put the man into a fit of snort-filled excitement. He was good on his promise and brought everything to the table. Everything. Pyg ran his finger tips along the buzzsaw's sharp blades, protected by a pair of thick gloves to work with. His work space no matter where he went had a peculiar smell to it, one that reeked of torture and despair. The feeling of absolute freewill being snuffed out was all any of these imperfect individuals would remember as he "reassembled" them piece by piece. It was his God given duty to show that everyone was so far from perfect and he was here to show them how to be in the simplest way possible. "Just sit back, reeeelax, and let Pyg make you all better." The woman couldn't tell behind his plastic mask but his smile was growing ever so wider as he reeled both the tool and his hand in. A tear ran down the woman's face and he let it seep into his glove and forcibly wiped the rest coming down. "Pyg can't help you if you're going to be a bad girl. You're all unique and wrong, messed up, inside and out." She wanted to scream and she tried but Pyg's hand was faster, covering her mouth and without any further hesitation, he drew the powered on saw to her body and the muffled screaming began. Like music to his ears but nothing was better for this situation than the music that played from the stereo system behind him. He sang along loudly with the tune and that was all anyone in the room could hear. The screaming of a woman being dismembered in more places than once, Pyg's wondrous opera voice, and the music that put his mind at ease as he helped these poor imperfect souls.

Pyg will be bringing his Dollatrons to the fight oh surely so.

He was so lost in the moment that he didn't even realize that he had guests. "Welcome! Welcome!" Pyg approached each of them all while the Joker was closing the door. He sniffed all over around them, uncomfortably close at that to get a good look at them. "Mmmm. This is even worse than I thought.. You're even more far gone than they are, yes, yes, yes..." Pyg backed away from the others to contemplate for a moment. His only objective was to retrieve the bombs from within their necks but an ulterior motive was beginning to brew in his head. Someone like Killer Croc would make for a very fine, perfect specimen. Among the rest, they were all more skilled than his usual captives which would make not only for a greater challenge, but quite the self rewarding achievement at the end. "NO!" Pyg yelled after mumbling to himself. "Well don't be a stranger, I don't bite. As Pyg told her," Pyg's hand rest on the woman he worked on previously. 'All you need to do is sit back, relax, and let Pyg make you all better." If only they were here earlier so that he wouldn't have had to repeat himself but oh well, they needed to know what they were walking into as it would be far from pleasant.

"Pyg would love to have you all on the table for a real session. Maybe next time." He shrugged before stepping over to Harley, then Scarecrow, then, with some extra effort put in, Killer Croc. He dug in deep to extract the tiny yet deadly explosives and didn't have much care for how much pain was dealt. His only goal was to get the explosives and keep them alive. Luckily Joker never filled in the gaps or the how-to's. "How are we feeling now, my lovelies?"