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Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, or just Artemis, of the Amazons so to speak, was out in Gotham, venturing for a mysterious relic. Its whereabouts known to few though knowledge of its existence traced back to the city. She had prior knowledge with a few handful of people here, but she knew there was one specific person who could help her in her quest to retrieve this magical object. They had a run in before, and as much as she hated to admit it, the group they were in meshed well. She would be on her own spontaneous ventures to not just collect these artifacts for her own people, but the save humanity from further corruption should their hands lay upon one of these objects. It was her duty to prevent any further corruption at the hands of humanity through any use of these items; she had trained all of her life to become the leader of her people, and it wasn't her calling it seemed. Nonetheless, she was an Amazon and trailed off on her own when she suited it would be best.
Busting through the doors to the building from the outside with her bare strength, Artemis made an entrance. The guys outside were keeping the place on lock down for one reason or another, and assumed she was a guest of entertainment to which she expressed how she felt about their opinions on why she was there through the use of her fists. She could hear the screams of the people inside, and the entrance she had made allowed the civilians to exit in a hassle like manner. Who wouldn't as there was a fight going on inside from all the noise she had heard.
Chaos was something Artemis knew too much about, but at the sight of a familiar ally being beaten by a man in a kitten costume, this Amazon knew her friend was in need of medical assistance just from how badly his face was beaten and the numerous amounts of blood stained just on the visible areas on his face.
She decided to keep her reasons as to why she was here until after she was done with the oversized feline, but her green eyes traced over her ally. In a matter of seconds from entering abruptly, she grabbed her axe and smashed the table that was the barrie between Jason and the Tiger. Maneuvering her weight to the leg closest to the tiger, she used the bottom of the handle area--accompanied by the sharp point end, along with her elbow to knock the person down a few feet--perhaps even into the wall. Artemis's orange/red hair flowed with her moves, but still kept its own distance from the actual moves as to not create a complication for her as always.
Glancing at her ally, she gave a half smile and darted her attention to the person who she had just flung, ready to make her next move. "Looks like you were handling that well, Hood."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 5:45 pm
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The Bronze Tiger pressed all of his weight against the table, continuing to stab away at it. It wouldn't be long now. As the struggle neared it's end , Bronze halted his stabbings, listening to Jason plead. It was amusing to say the least, if not sad. Even the most prideful of men would beg for mercy when it was evident that their end was near. Unfortunately there was no other path save for the one that he the one he had already committed himself too. Ras Al Ghul had already sentenced Gotham to die, and there was no escaping the Demon's Revenge. For Tiger, it was never about the boy, only that festering cesspool be purged and the criminal elements within be dealt the true justice that they deserved.
"When this is over, there will be no more Gotham." Tiger stated, his eyes boring into the Red Hood. There was no hatred or joy in this kill. It was simple cold neutral logic and a man simply following his orders. " Die now Jason Todd." The hunter said to it's prey, pulling his hand back, fingers wrapped around the knife handle ready to deliver the death blow.
Suddenly the table in between the two killers exploded at the end of an axe, the Tiger stepping back a foot, knife dropping low. He turned with a vicious snarl, prepared to cut down this new intruder that dared to intervene, only to have the end of a table leg and elbow smashed into his jaw and sending him flying back. He slammed into the wall with an audible *Thud* and fell onto all fours. Who the hell? He thought, mind dazed from the force of the blow. Regaining his composure he rose to his feet, knife at the ready.
He bared his teeth at this new comer, a red haired woman who wielded perhaps the largest axe he had ever seen. A friend of the Red Hood? It was hard to say, but that was the best bet. Any chances he had killing Jason were now fleeting. He had no clue as to what this woman was capable of, but he knew she was not normal given the amount of strength in her blow. That he could tell from the three loose teeth in his mouth. He spot a globule of blood and spit onto the floor and glared at the two of them. "This isn't over. It will never be over." He declared, reaching into one of the pockets strapped to his belt. With a final roar, he threw several pellets onto the ground, all of them bursting into a thick cloud of smoke that quickly filled the room. When it faded, the Bronze Tiger was gone as well as the ninjas that had accompanied him leaving the two 'heroes' behind with nothing but several dead bodies and the Bronze Tiger's knife buried into the floor. The only indication that he had ever been there.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 7:31 pm
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︾ ︾ ︾ ︾
︽ ︽ ︽ ︽
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𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ
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Batman had moved from the fourth floor taking on the thugs that resided on the floors above. They had heard the gunfire and commotion that erupted from beneath their feet and went clamoring down the steps in the stairwell. Batman was there to greet them, sending a flurry of batarangs up the stairwell that knocked their weapons from their hands letting them fall towards the first floor. The Dark Knight would casually walk up the steps, removing his bat-claw from his belt. He shot it forth through the air, the stable cable launching towards the closest thug in proximity. It latched onto his class and in one solid motion, Batman yanked him forward over the railing, sent plummeting towards the surface.
Another had bounded the steps, brave enough to take on the Batman. He swung to his right, immediately prompting Batman to put a block before grabbing the man's arm with his free hand and holding onto it with a tight grip. Batman brought his right arm up, bringing his elbow down hard on the middle of the man's arm snapping it directly down his elbow before tossing him back down the stairs. Kicking down the door to the fifth floor, gunfire sprayed where the door used to be although Batman was no longer there, having fled into the closest room. In an instant he erupted from the closest exit dispatching those within the room in a frenzy of quick and well placed punches and kicks sending them sprawling all over the place. All of this done before they even knew what him them.
A few them were beginning to wise up as they began to crawl away, back to wherever they came from. "Step off, freak! We ain't got s**t to do with you." One of them tried to maneuver a pistol from out of their pants but he was too slow, as Batman had already stepped on top of him, boot planted firmly on the man's chest while the other sat and watched, too stricken with fear to do much of anything. "The leader of the Dead End Boyz - where are they?" Batman snarled through his teeth, getting closer to the man's face. If these low-life scum criminals didn't have a clue, maybe the one they looked to for leadership would.
"Go to hell." He'd foolishly tell him before being rendered unconscious with a firm kick to his face. The other attempted to scurry off unseen only to be brought back by Batman's batclaw, bringing him in close before hitting him with a hard closeline sending him sprawling onto the ground. With a sigh of extreme disappointment, Batman tapped along his gauntlet before a holographic screen appeared before his face. "Tell me you're having better luck." He'd say immediately as they made connection. As Batman awaited a response, the video call was soon cut short by a red blip that appeared at the corner of the screen. Batman dragged it over, filling out the rest of his holographic interface to find Jason's preset icon.
"Red Hood to Batman. Bronze Tiger says Hi. Oh, and also something about Gotham being no more. Thought you should know. Wasn't exactly the happiest camper when he left either. Managed to put a tracker on him during our fight. Sending you his coordinates so you can keep an eye on him too."
Bronze Tiger? Hm. Bronze Tiger coupled with Damian's kidnapping, Talia's appearance, and The League of Assassin's cannot be a coincidence. Something much more sinister is at work here.
"Noted. Nightwing and I will wrap up here and see what we can do about our dilemma once we find more information on Robin. Batman out."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 10:51 pm
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Plain black boots clicked against the solid concrete flooring as Hugo Strange entered a separate room where Selina Kyle was kept. His arms were held behind his back, down by his waist and intertwined as he looked over her person. They were given specific instructions not to do too much harm, his plans for her were too important and she was more use to him alive than dead, even if she deserved it for the trash that she was. He knew all he needed to know about Ms. Kyle, having previously compiled a mental and physical report prior to this encounter. A prostitute, a thief, a criminal. What worth did she present to Batman in anyway? What was he thinking? He was the man who uplifted orphans out of their sad and miserable lives and dressed them up in silly costumes.
A few tsk's escaped him as he circled around Selina for a moment, lifting up the upper half of the table she lay on with a remote switch all while studying her frame before stopping at the table adorned with tools. He began to a hum a simple tune as he laid out the tools in front of him, most of which were his own except for a few towards the corner of the table. One Jervis Tetch was currently residing within Arkham Asylum, along with his many, many toys. Jervis had a thing for mind control, not exactly Strange's forte but in this situation it was completely necessary to meet his goals. He removed the components of the hat and re-purposed them into a small circlet like device. Jervis' original tech has the capabilities of controlling the incredibly mentally gifted and even superhumans. Quite the technological achievement and Hugo was all the more willing to use it to his advantage.
"Hm? What is this?" Hugo said calmly with a tinge of amusement. He stepped over towards Selina, taking his black gloved index finger and moving it over her face to catch the tear that fell across her face. "There is no need to weep, Ms. Kyle. It will all be okay in just a moment." Hugo stepped towards one of the many monitors, tapping in a few keys before a black and white pattern appeared across the screen. Stare long enough and it seemed to be moving, pulsating even. It was especially effective for the weak minded, or those who were, for the moment, mentally weak. Jervis' tech was new to him, thus the circlet would not work on his own without the proper conditioning. Simple mind games before he could put the device to good use.
"Tell me, Ms. Kyle. How well do you know the Batman, or..should I say Bruce Wayne?You both are on two different sides of the law although I am led to believe that you care for one another. To what extent even I can't begin to comprehend but could you ever harm him? Could you ever truly strike where it hurts most? No. I don't believe you could, which is why I've decided to take it upon myself to help...ease things along."
He slammed his hands against the sides of the table with such intensity it made it shake slighlty, his face inches away from hers. "Think of this as a way of you helping me with something of great importance, and in exchange I will give you something. Freedom. I can rid you of this miserable life that you live of petty crimes and meaningless goals. Maybe you'll see your family again. Doesn't that sound nice?" Hugo pulled away from her, the circlet now within the palms of his hands as he lifted it up and place it around her head. With the same remote used earlier, he switched on the device and forced her to look towards the screen as the patterned surge across the screen over and over until his bidding would be realized. Ra's Al Ghul wanted the Bat alive, that much Hugo could tolerate although he figured he could deliver the caped crusader to the Demon's Head himself. He would break him in more ways than one, tear him down like never before. All in due time of course. Hugo was a patient man and would wait for his time to enact his chaotic and destructive plan. |
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:44 am
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︾ ︾ ︾ ︾
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𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ
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Tim watched as Stephanie collapsed to the ground. He ultimately had to decide that he had to give Slade his full attention, or the mercenary would be carrying out two corpses for his paycheck. Quickly looking at the remains of his communicator, Tim should have guessed, Slade had thought of everything. Deathstroke was a predator, his tactic so far had resolved around domination. Tim, however, remembered back to his tutelage under Lady Shiva, who had a mastery of many combat styles, and evasion. Having defeated her in combat with his bo-staff. Upon the mercenary's 'end of turn', Tim re-entered the fight with an even head. With his keen tactical mind and training - he was going to ensure that Slade knew he was a force to be reckoned with.
As he extended out his collapsible bo-staff, his eyes never left Slade. Through his mask he paid attention as he approached the killer, at the first sign of movement, he'd be ready to react. Quickly spinning his bo-staff to get balance, he felt the intensity of the nerves in his feet. Each step was a calculated part of his foot work. As he was closing in range to Deathstroke, he spoke, "Normally I would feel honoured to have been considered a target by an assassin of your caliber--" Tim was holding his bo-staff defensively, as he attempted to provoke Slade into a sloppy attack, "--But you've gotten quite the reputation lately for preying on the young." He felt his feet become one with the ground as he waited in anticipation.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 8:43 am
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Ra's al GhulThe Demon's Head The air in the dark room seemed to press down, the air joining it. It was thick and musky, the very room itself showing age and resiliency, which was very fitting considering who stood in the center of it. Pacing footsteps echoed among the darkness, the room dimly lit by candles all around it. Shadowy figures dressed in black stood at the ready, swords pointing upwards in front of their bodies in a form of salute, their eyes intently watching the pacing figure in front of them. They respected the presence they were in, and rightly so. A hand gently ran across the table in front of it and the pacing finally subsided. The face of the figure wasn't lit and only could be barely seen in the darkness, except for one thing. His eyes. The piercing, glowing green eyes which were only like this due to the effects of the pit he had submerged himself within. Ra's al Ghul finally stepped forward into the candlelight, a scroll lain spread out in front of him on the old table. It was a map of Gotham City. He suddenly motioned to someone in the darkness.
"Ubu." That was all that was needed, then a large man, almost seven feet in height, quickly came over and bowed his head, placing his fist against his chest in respect for the great Ra's Al Ghul. Ra's motioned to a part of the map, allowing the large man to peer over and look. "You will begin here. Take three more, send them to each of these locations, then move to this spot. You will each light your individual trails when the signal is made." Then, it would probably be in their greatest interests to flee, but some were more than willing to die in the name of their mission. More than a worthy death for anyone wanting to save the world. Ubu bowed his head and once again gave his salute, leaving to gather three that he trusted. Ra's was more than ready. These explosives came from a naturally occurring chemical he had been keeping for a situation such as this. The wonders of the world were open to those who would not abuse them, whether it was the majesty of life that Lazarus had given, or a tool to save the world from more destruction like this one.
From there, the training he had been putting his assassins through for months some even years, would finally bear fruit. Ra's pulled his half-cape back over his right arm, his very footsteps commanding authority among the trained killers surrounding him as he began his way up a large stone staircase, near the entrance way to his jet. Perhaps he would go to Gotham and get an early showing of it's demise, he would be there afterwards either way to show the Detective the error of his ways, so maybe an outing wouldn't be a bad choice. Who knows? He closed his eyes and began to chuckle, opening them again as they continued to glow slightly. Perhaps he would reunite with the Detective sooner than expected.
A jet ride over...
Ra's stepped out into an alleyway, but not just any alley--Crime Alley. The alley that shaped his mortal enemy in many years to come. The night Bruce Wayne's parents were gunned down in cold-blood. Ra's felt the cold air brush against his skin, blowing his cape back slightly, and he was half tempted to walk out into the street. He saw the fallacy in such an action, to draw unwarranted attention prematurely like that. He glanced up and smiled as droplets of rain started to hit his face, the cool liquid running down it. He looked to one of the buildings he stood in between before he suddenly leaped at the wall, turning in the air as he leaped back off it, his feet hitting the adjacent wall. The impact shook his body and as he once again turned, coiled up his body to flip forward in the air before he landing perfectly on the one knee on the rooftop. He stood once more, letting the cape fall back into place as he strolled to the other edge of the roof, standing in the middle to get a more panoramic view.
What he saw made him sick. Men and women with umbrellas scurrying around like ants, desperate to avoid the rain like the parasites that they were. The rain made soft noises against the armor on his shoulder as he continued to think about why he was carrying out this mission. He sometimes was puzzled by the actions of these people. The earth's watery embrace, the life-giving liquid gifted to humanity by the world that allowed it to thrive and grow, to grow food, to never grow thirsty...and they despised it. They complained about the rain, they hid from the rain, the rain was viewed as some kind of backdrop to evil or horrors. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath of the clear, crisp air as he heard someone land behind him. They had done well, remembered their training. Ra's' hands joined behind his back as he turned around the assassin quickly drooped her head in a bow, her fist pressed against her chest, silent. She would not speak unless spoken to, lest she anger the great Ra's Al Ghul. Ra's smiled at her as he breathed out of his mouth quietly, admiring his visible breath disappearing into the sky.
"Are you aware of what you must do?" The assassin nodded. They had prepared this for weeks, the final batch of explosives was now being set, and the final rendezvous for the various groups were being arranged. Soon, it would begin. His new method of saving the world from the parasitic and self-righteous virus that inhabited it would begin with Gotham, and the Earth would return to the beauty she was once knew. "Once Ubu has finished, he is to return to his chamber." Ra's turned away from the assassin and looked out again, smirking at his vision. Ubu deserved his rest, he would need it for tomorrow night and the many that would follow, he like so many others would finally realize the cause they had fought so hard for. The assassin disappeared into the night as Ra's closed his eyes, taking another deep breath, only wishing the earth could be as pure as the un-corrupted air it once held. He would never let her be tainted again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 10:41 am
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︾ ︾ ︾ ︾
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𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ
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Deathstroke's gaze never left Tim as he watched his approach. Carefully studying his body language, analyzing each movement, each step. His tactical mind too going to work, anticipating when and how the boy's attack would come; and how best to counter it. Slade took the offensive, his stance much more aggressive than the Red Robin's. He twirled his bo-staff to rebalance himself as he began to move in sync with Tim. Matching the boy's footwork as they began to circle each other like two wild beasts preparing to strike. The glowing red lense that represented Deathstroke's left eye pierced Tim's gaze as it flashed dangerously, as if the assassin could stare directly into the boy's very soul.
"Normally I would feel honoured to have been considered a target by an assassin of your caliber-- But you've gotten quite the reputation lately for preying on the young."
A clear shot at his honor, presumably to throw him off guard and coax him into a sloppy attack. If Slade were a much younger man perhaps this tactic would have been met with at least moderate success. Unfortunately for Tim, he had been through enough s**t that the mind games of a child had little effect on his psyche. You're right Timothy, Deathstroke responded. His gaze never leaving the Red Robin's steadily closing the gap between them as they continued to stare each other down. But you all signed up for this the minute you put on those ridiculous halloween costumes and began meddling in adult affairs. You said it yourself, I'm an assassin. I don't choose my targets; I'm paid to kill who I'm told to kill.
Slade continued to slowly close the gap between them; twirling his bo-staff once more to keep Tim's attention. If you want to accuse any adult in your life of preying on the young, maybe you should be pointing your fingers at the ones that allow children to put themselves in the line of fire. If it wasn't for them maybe that poor Archer girl would still be alive. Deathstroke could feel his lips tugging into a cruel smirk beneath his helmet, he could play mind games too. Really was a damn shame about her. She was a pretty gal, talented to boot. Too bad I had to put a bullet through her throat. Slade managed to close the gap all he needed, halting directly in front of his opponent. Oh, one more thing Timothy. Slade said, gripping his bo-staff with both hands now. He straightened his posture so that he towered over the boy, gazing down at him. Only shitheads and children let their guard down. Slade's bo-staff was positioned directly in front of Tim's stomach when Deathstroke pressed the switch. A blast of yellow energy firing from the tip of the power-staff directly toward Tim's stomach at near point-blank range. The blast wasn't meant to be fatal, but it would hurt like Hell and cause significant damage to its target.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 2:17 am
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✥ ✦ ▶ ＣＡＳＳＡ Ｎ Ｄ ＲＡ – ＣＡＩＮ ◀ ✦ ✥
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--a few days ago--
Cassandra sighed deeply as she stared off into distance from one of Gotham's buildings after dealing with some random thieves. She always found it calming or even liberating to be simply watching in silence from above. But during some nights things were different, there wasn't anything peaceful about staying silent and doing nothing. It was as if Gotham itself wouldn't allow its people to have a decent life without crimes, suffering and conflicts. Then again, it was all in her nature as well - she was born as a fighter. Her skills and abilities wouldn't allow her too much time to rest either, in fact she believed in her current role. Because compared to how she used to be years ago, unable to make decisions on her own nor follow her heart, Batman and the rest of his team made her understand the true potential which still existed inside of her. She would never forget the things she had been through nor what her skills lead her to, yet given a brand new purpose in her life, Cassandra decided to tried her best to focus only on the present.
Nonetheless, she remained the same passionate soul when it came to combat and the same figure who at times preferred to remain silent in order to let her actions speak instead. As for her progress in those recent years, she also started practicing her communication skills. It wasn't the most thrilling thing to do, though it was a necessity, especially now that she wasn't on her own anymore. She had teammates and actual conversations were needed between them - not only glares, sighs and confusing hand signs. It always seemed that expressing her thoughts and emotions through words was almost impossible, yet it was truly frustrating seeing the others unable to guess what she tried to express.
--Burnley, present day--
Her silent nature would be considered a blessing at times like this. Following both Red Robin's and Batgirl's movements while remaining vigilant all this time proved to be the only right option. Slade was a formidable foe, another fighter yet having his own reasons for his actions and quite different than the ones her teammates had. Blending perfectly through the darkness and carefully choosing her steps and pace, she was able to sneak in just at the right time, without getting noticed.
As the two of them were almost at their limit, unable to keep their offence or even their defense against such opponent, it was Black Bat's time to step in. Having the chance of distracting Slade, she threw a few batarangs towards the hand in which he held his bo-staff then let go of a small capsule which quickly released a thick fog. Covering all of them in a matter of seconds, she memorized the place where the bo-staff fell on the ground and rushed right besides Slade, sending it away with a swiftly leg kick.
While the fog was spreading around them, Cassandra remained close to Tim, taking her battle stance and glaring right at Slade. "Not the end...not yet." she muttered, clenching her fists while being entirely focused. At moments like this, words had no power - only their skills mattered.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 2:24 am
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Artemis moved her weight to one hip and steadily placed her axe on her shoulders, resting it there. Despite its large weight, she carried it like a plush toy, but to that of a normal human it would probably crush them. Glancing over at Hood's hand where the knife he was close to be killed with now remained. A souvenir perhaps? Probably. Rolling her eyes, she got a few word out, her voice broad and straight to the point.
"A thank you would be at least appreciated. Especially since I saved your life." The red head gave him a glare, her brow raised, her feet facing him and her locks flowing down behind her. She wanted to know what was his situation given whatever that thing was was out for kill and strikingly, for Todd's blood. Artemis had her own agenda to attend to, but if things went back to back on it, any information that he could give her would give her a lead in the task she was attempting to vanquish.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 2:35 pm
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As though to challenge the Batman's statements, a series of hard bangs could be heard from outside of the room. The doorway thudded violently, cracks starting rip along the wooden seams of the gateway. Suddenly the door was launched outwards explosively, literally kicked off it's hinges along with parts of the doorway itself still attached was sent flying in between the two vigilantes. It slammed into the wall behind them, breaking into several pieces from the force of the blow.
A giant of a man stepped through the doorway, ducking underneath to avoid knocking his hood on the top.The uniform that he wore was nothing fancy, a sleeveless combat vest-shirt, military grade pants and boots with a belt with several pouches lining. He wore a black and white mask and there was a literal port in the back of his skull with a trio tub attached to it that also led to a small cuff on his wrist. He was a menacing figure, a living titan and an example of what the peak human form could like in at least one way. His hands seemed large enough to crush skulls on their own and he seemed as though he rip someone's head off with barely any effort.
He had the terrifying stature of a man who truly believed that nothing could stand in his way, and it was difficult to prove otherwise. Some called him The Masked Man, while others knew him as the Man Who Had Broken The Bat. He preferred to be called Bane. He was a product of corruption, given form and a horrifyingly dark analogue to the Caped Crusader in more ways than either would find comforting.
"I imagine I was the last person you were expecting to see tonight? " The masked man asked, rather calmly as though he hadn't literally kicked a door off of it's hinges. He stepped towards the two of them and it was hard to say if violence was his intention, although it was safe to say that it was a given. " You're probably just now realizing what's really going on, yes?" He asked rhetorically, still walking towards them until stopping a table in the center of the room. " And now you're trying to formulate how you both will take me down, how long it will take, and where your boy could be?"
"This night is not going to go end how you would think." He added before grabbing the edge of the table and in one swift and tremendous motion lifted the entire table from the floor and launched it towards Nightwing in one swift motion. Before the thrown piece of furniture could even make contact, Bane was already on the move. He thundered across the room, covering the distance in less than two strides and reached out with both arms, attempting to tackle the Caped Crusader, take hold of him and literally throw the both of through window and into the streets below. It was best to separate the two of them and than of course his partner could make better use of his talents.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 9:26 pm
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𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄
ᴄᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ
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In her drugged state, the many criticisms Strange leveled against Selina’s moral character and personal history sounded somewhat garbled; deep and distorted like many demonic voices all saying the same words. Her vision was peppered with wavering, wiggling hallucinations like air rising from hot rooftops in summer. It was a hell of a drug.
As Strange circled the examination table, Selina’s wide eyes followed his progress. Fear tingled through her body, and it would have even without the effects of the massive dose of fear toxin administered to her earlier. She began to feebly tug at the thick leather restraints holding her to the table. It was only when she was raised to a semi-seated position she became fully aware of her helplessness. She was a ragdoll.
As soon as she saw him raise the circlet, an icy chill of understanding ran down her spine. It wasn’t going to be torture. It was worse.
At the pulsating monitors Strange began to project at her, she averted her gaze and squeezed her eyes shut.
As he again spoke to her, her full attention was on blocking out the patterns on the monitors before her.
In spite of her occupied focus, she heard the phrase that confirmed her worst suspicions,
“No. I don't believe you could, which is why I've decided to take it upon myself to help...ease things along."
“No, don’t! You sick ********. Don’t do it,” her voiced was nearly a shriek as she then writhed in earnest, her muscles straining desperately against her restraints as Strange began to lower the circlet onto her head. She let out a ragged scream of defeat as the cold metal was fitted onto her sweaty brow. In a final act of defiance, Selina launched of glob of spit at Strange as he activated the device and she was subdued, finally forced to stare into the flashing patterns and lose herself to the merciless will of Ra's Al Ghul.
Her expression slackened and the pupils in her green eyes relaxed, widening to reflect the emptiness of their host. As the monitors flashed rhythmically, they danced across the walls of the exam room like a strobe light.
Selina was no longer there.
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