City of Chaos (October 31, 2016)

[Masked Earth Prince]

In the after math of the chaos a black van would pull up beside Harley and Croc. The van door would slide open as two men in all black wearing clown masks stepped out. Both were armed and took a quick look around before beckoning both Harley and Croc to get inside.

"You twos!" One of the masked goons called to them, once again gesturing for them to join him in the van. "If ya want to get outta here we gotta move and ask questions later, come on!"

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[Dysfunctional Harley]

As she began to follow Deathstroke, a van pulled up offering a getaway. More so catcalling her. The masks the men were wearing, looking too familiar. Harley thought to herself, perhaps the Joker sent the men to her for a rescue. The thought of the Joker saving her made her squeal. “ Anything to leave dis joint, ya got somethin to get da cuffs off?” She said pushing Croc out of the way, “ Ladies first” She said turning around to stick her tongue out at Croc before she got in the van.  

[Nine1122]

Nightwing

It was Deadshot's boasting that betrayed him this time as it warned d**k that something had not gone according to plan. He didn't know immediately what had gone wrong but it didn't stop d**k from leaping through the smoke either. He had dedicated his momentum to the path he was on and so it was what he would live with. The 9mm went off right as Nightwing came through the smoke and it caught him in the ribcage. It didn't stop him. Nightwing landed on his feet right in front of Lawton and smacked the pistol aside. He delivered a swift knee to Lawton's stomach followed by a three hit combo to back the man up and then a roundhouse to capitalize on the distance the combo had created between them. The hits connected and Lawton went down. "I guess not predictable enough." d**k would have spent more time tying him up but he needed to get to Black Mask before anything got worse. It wasn't hard to catch up to Damien and when he did he slapped him on the back of the head. They'd talk later but now they were in the belly of the beast. Nightwing had no time to react before anything else happened.

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

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Erik Killmonger

Nocturnal Vigilante

The GirI of SteeI

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Dysfunctional Harley

 

[Nocturnal Vigilante]

If Gordon had a dollar every time somebody like Black Mask ask him to sit down and listen like a lap dog, he'd have been well into retirement by now. His gaze never faltered and not once did he consider it. He wanted this scum out of his city, no ifs, ands, or butts. "If Gotham is under your protection then I clearly haven't been doing my job to the best of my ability. To be frank, I'm more partial to no crime whatsoever. You people are poisoning this city more and more everyday and I'm tired of it. Every man, woman, and children in Gotham is tired of it and we won't stand for it any longer." Gordon didn't realize how high he raised his voice. Every word would ring true in Sionis' ears. He had no intention of being turned and with a surge of confidence, Gordon stepped in closer expecting his men to be right on his heels. "Roman Sionis. You are under arrest." Gordon commanded as he stepped closer, in range for a point blank shot.  

[Nightwing]

Black Mask allowed Gordon to finish his speech without interruption. This moment was his and his alone. Roman couldn't say he was entirely surprised at his final decision. He simply rose his hands as if he would go quietly and then began to give applause for Jim. The clap itself was slow and condescending obviously he was mocking the Commissioner. "You can't say I didn't try." he said, a hint of disappointment was in his tone. "I'm afraid you are misinformed Jim. You see, I told you Gotham was already under my protection... I meant that. I write your checks. Ain't that right boys?" Jim may have wondered who Black Mask was speaking to. But would quickly understand who when he felt the cold metal against the back of his head. "It really didn't have to be this way. And Jim...I hope they remember you."  

[Nightwing]

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Nightwing slipped behind Robin at some point and alerted him of such with a slap to the back of his head. Robin sneered at him before resuming to listen to the conversation that was taking a turn for the worse quick. When it was revealed that the officers with Gordon were crooked, Damian near lost it. Enough! Thought Robin as he pounced out from his position and below landing behind the officers where he unsheathed a batarang and threw it at the officer who held Gordon at gun point. Growling in frustration the Boy Wonder bit out. "You're disgraceful cowards and I'm going to enjoy this." He rocketed toward the lot of officers with all the tenacity of a tiger.

 

[Nine1122]

Nightwing

d**k watched the scene transpire and Gordon's men betray him. Corruption in Gotham... it wasn't really a surprise. In fact it was part of the reason that people like d**k existed. The development seemed to be enough to set Robin off because he immediately went on the offensive, attacking the police who turned on Gordon. Nightwing was confident that Robin and Gordon could handle the traitors so he instead dropped in behind Black Mask with both of his escrima sticks in-hand. He swung both of the electrified batons at the side of Black Mask's head with the intention of giving the crime lord an incredibly uncomfortable shock.

Company: Black Mask, Robin, Gordon, Police | Name: d**k Grayson | Equipment: Escrima Sticks, and Utility Gauntlets

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Erik Killmonger

Nocturnal Vigilante

The GirI of SteeI

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Dysfunctional Harley

 

[Rhyming Demon]

When the van pulled up with the two clowns opening the door with the words "If ya want to get outta here we gotta move and ask questions later, come on!" Croc hesitated. He looked back briefly debating whether he should go or not, but was interrupted as Harley pushed herself right past him, as she gave her comment “Ladies first.”, sneered slightly after she stuck her tongue at him.However this made the choice easy for him of wanting to stay or not as he already be re-thinking this job. Waylon still wasn’t happy thought with how Harley has been carrying herself around him treating him like a lesser. So he thought to himself ‘I’m going to make her pay for that.’ He then followed her into the Van, and make her pay he did. As when he got into van he took full advantage of his size, and made sure things were cramped for Harley as possible hogging the entire seat pushing her into the side of the vehicle and he gave her a cheeky grin, satisfied with his act of vengeance. He’d then scooch over to giver her just enough space to breath, feeling he made his point and decided now was the time to start asking question. "So, what’s the Joker’s plan for our ‘splodin’ heads situation?” He inquired as that was the first and foremost thing on his head at the moment.

 

[Veranda Girl]

Huntress' bike roared down the street and even with its loud noise she still made out the sounds of gun shots and explosions that would make any normal person run for the hills. Given her choice of attire for the night, she couldn't really say she fit the normal category. The gate to Sionis Industries was getting closer and closer but Huntress had no intention of stopping. She veered the bike towards the riding and let it ride on a tilted part of the gate that she figured was knocked down by the police who barged their way in early. Huntress soared through the air on her bike right over criminals head's and the police's. She the ground hard but kept riding up until she reached the base of the building where she drifted into a halt. Huntress threw a leg over the bite where she stepped off onto the ground and extended her bo-staff. When she was close enough she jammed one of the ends into the back of a criminals knees, knocking him down a peg and brought the other end crashing into the side of his face. "Heads up!" She yelled to the next, swinging the staff behind her back and with her empty hand she armed herself with one of her mini-crossbows and fired a bolt into one of the exit-ways of a rifle pointed towards Huntress to gun her down. As soon as the man would activate it, the gun would implode on itself and backfire in the man's hands.

"Crazy super villains, check. Police and lackies, check. One of the Batman's partners? Check. No Batman, though. Guess times really are tough here in Gotham, huh?" Huntress chatted to herself and a man losing consciousness fast while she cut off the air from a man's lungs by bringing the staff down on his throat. His body fell down to the ground belly up at her feet, even going as far as to deliver a hard kick to his abdomen. "I hear the real fun is happening inside." She shot a rope up onto the top of the building and scaled the building, kicking in her entrance and let the glass shatter and fall from the other side. She swung in and slammed into the ground leaving herself little time to recover from the long fall. Huntress pulled out both of her crossbows and started firing them at the criminals who had yet to pay her any mind. They screamed and tried to reach for the points of entry but Huntress was quick enough to move in and knock them all to the ground. It looked even worse in here, a lot worse than outside. The small fry and his partner had his hands full with..the police?

"What do we have here?" Huntress jumped head first into the action, taking the necessary steps to scale the area until she was directly in the middle of the action. She assumed the worst of the cops moralities if both Nightwing and Robin were fighting against them. She gave one of them a few quick jabs all along their chest, grabbed the gun from his hands, and slammed the butt of it across his face. She only hoped they didn't go to take a strike at her in the middle of kicking pig a**.  

[Sir Auron Lucien]

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Slade had anticipated that other Mercenaries would be attracted to Gotham, particularly to Sionis, in the wake of everything that was transpiring here. And while he had accounted for Bane being one such possibility he was not the one that he had concluded would be the most likely candidate.

"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?”, fortunately it appeared that Bane hadn't come here looking for a fight. That was good, this was something Slade could use to his advantage. The helmeted Mercenary crossed his arms and was about to respond to Bane's proposition when he noticed from the corner of his eye, out the window the slew of vigilante's that had begun to circle around Sionis. No time to talk right now, Slade said quickly to Bane, pulling his power-staff from the place it was stored on his belt and extending it to its full length. You go find a vehicle, we need to get Black Mask out of here. NOW! Slade didn't know, nor did he care how Bane felt about being given orders; now was a time to act. Before the hulking brute of a man could have a chance to respond Slade by running at top speed toward the window. He would plunge the bottom tip of his power-staff into the ground as a means to propel himself forward, kicking both of legs to the side to send himself soaring out of the window. Glass shattered all around him as as he lunged toward the the ground. Extending an arm to brace his fall, Deathstroke would somersault forward and on to his feet; bounding at full speed toward Sionis in an attempt to intercept him before any of the mercenaries could get then chance. Things became complicated when he took note of his old nemesis, Nightwing, making his own lunge for Black Mask. GET DOWN! Slade called to the Mob Boss, somersaulting once more to put himself into a strategic position to intercept Nightwing's eskrima sticks with his power staff. Using his amplified strength Slade pushed back against Nightwing's strike, gazing into the vigilante's eyes from behind his crimson optic lens. Hey there kid, the merc would pump his arms forward with all off of his strength to knock Nightwing off balance before quickly spinning to his right so as to aim the opposite side of his power staff toward Nightwing's mid-section, a powerful blast of non-lethal energy firing out of the tip of the staff toward Nightwing's stomach in an attempt to send him flying backwards. Long time, no see.

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[Rhyming Demon]

Bane was an expert tactician, so normally Slade’s orders would make sense, in normal circumstances, as such he’d do as he was told, in spite of the fact he didn’t like taking orders from someone he saw as an equal on a professional. However Bane’s senses were just as attuned as Deathstroke’s, for he was trained by the very same people, that trained Slade. And he counted at least four familiar voices that were evidently not on their side. And Bane didn’t care what Slade thinks, was no way that even someone as skilled as DeathStroke would be able to take down on all four and get Black Mask out alive. Plus Bane’s train of thought was knowing someone like Black Mask, he probably already has an escape route planned with his own lackey’s in case things went south, so it was more their job to make sure Black Mask could escape, and sort out details later.

However DeathStroke was right about one thing even though he didn’t verbalize it, the time now was to act, they could debate and argue later about what was going down. Bane then turned the dial on the device strapped to his wrist that acted as the delivering mechanism for his venom drug. The highly potent chemical substance then started to pumping into his veins directly into the back of his head. His mass increased, as his muscles engorged themselves becoming larger and bigger. Once he got the full effect of his drug, he’d began to pick up speed however he would come in from a different angle than Deathstroke, creating a tactical pincer move putting the vigilantes between himself and DeathStroke. He did this by crashing through one of the walls, with rubble and dust flying every and as it settled Bane looked to DeathStroke and simply gave a brief explanation for his ‘insubordination’, “Your plan was flawed Slade, mine is better.” He then turned Black Mask.”I suggest you conclude this meeting now and make your escape while you can. DeathStroke and I will handle these brats. I’m sure we’ll know where to find you.” Then Bane saw Slade had Nightwing so it was up to himself to distract both Robin and Huntress. He cracked his knuckles then his neck getting prepared to take them both down. As for Gordon, Bane was confident that Black Mask and his goons would handle him and thus was not worried or concerned about the commissioner.

 

[Nightwing]

Black Mask's eyes lit up like a deer caught in headlights on a dark road. In this scenario the incoming driver was the leotard wearing vigilante known as Nightwing. Black Mask was confident with a gun. What crime boss wasn't? And although he was very advanced in hand to hand combat, he like any other in his position with little time to react, froze. There was a interval before Nightwing was about to strike that seemed to slow time down. Sionis braced himself until a gruff voice shouted, "GET DOWN" and on instinct he did. He rolled out of the way and continued to roll away from the gun fight turned fist fight. Good thing he had a man like Deathstroke on his payroll. Cost him a near fortune but his expertise was very appreciated. There was no doubt in his mind that he could at the very least get out of this uncuffed by Gotham's finest.

Sionis ducked behind desks, cubicles, and even chairs as he searched for an exit. "You, bring around the car. It's time to get out of here!" he ordered to one of his henchmen and they stopped whatever they were doing to obey. In the meantime he played spectator and remained out of sight from the costumed bastards running around making a ruckus.  

[Nightwing]

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Robin felt like he could take on about 10 lowlifes pumped full of Berserk and win at the moment. His muscles were tensed, the scowl wasn't leaving his face, and his fists were balled, blood splatter from beating one of the crooked cops obscured the R on his breast. He turned to Gordon past Nightwing and over to Black Mask. Damian was sure that his rage was palpable, and Deathstroke joined the fight then Bane. Robin, choosing to focus on what seemed to be the less occupied of the two, chose the Venom addict. Damian bared his teeth, the anger finally bursting through. That was it. Both of his fists were clenched and he was breathing heavily- not because of any physical strain, but because he was so worked up. "Incorrect. Unlike you I don't need enhancements to fight." Robin taunted. "Bring it on C-list villain," Robin added, waving for Bane to charge at him.

 

[Rhyming Demon]

Bane was no stranger to the tactic Robin was trying to use to try and get Bane to slip and lose his game. However, Bane's original intent was to go easy on Robin, as he wasn’t just Bruce’s son he was Talia’s son as well, and he really didn't need to break Damian for Black Mask to escape. It was until he heard Darmian call him a ‘c-lister’ that all mercy would go out the window, and make the kid learn to fear and respect him. Bane now would seek to maim kid and possibly kill him brutally. Unfortunately for Damian, he too also knew how to push buttons, and he also would try to catch Robin off balance with his own taunt. “Pah! A c-list villain? Have you already forgotten little whelp, that it was BANE, who broke your father? Now he is gone, I shall break his son as well. If only your grandfather was here to see what a disappointment you’ve become.” With that Bane would charge at Robin full force but not blindly, smashing his fist to where Robin was, expecting Robin to jump out of the way, and prepare for a counter attack. Which if he did his fist would smash into the ground punching a hole into it, whilst ready for the Son of Batman to strike back. If Robin didn’t dodge the blow, well let’s just things wouldn’t be pretty for the Boy Wonder. As for huntress, well just like most in that room Bane was trained how to fight more than one combatant at once. Due to such he had not forgotten that she was there as well. So he made sure to keep an eye out for her watching her moves as he was about to pummel the little Bat-snot.

 

[Nocturnal Vigilante]

Gordon had more than his fair share of highs and lows in a matter of moments. From feeling on top as he and several police corned Sionis, to finding out he was miserably outnumbered by both Sionis and the turncoats he must have had on his payroll, to the arrival of Batman's partners and the appearance of two well known and feared mercenaries, rightly so. When the battle surged on, Gordon turned his back on Black Mask spotting the cop who held the gun to the back of his head. In a fight like this it as wiser to hit first, ask questions later. Gordon then delivered a sickening right hook to Lieutenant White that sent him fumbling onto his back and fast asleep. "Should have seen it coming." The commissioner practically hissed as he spat on the downed officer. There wasn't much time for small talk as Bane came crashing through the wall ready to take on and seemed like he had it in him to kill a kid, no matter how skilled he was. Gordon gripped one end of the rifle with the other and slammed it into another one of the cop's heads before aiming his sights down on him. "Don't move, Kowalski!" Barked Gordon as he backed the cop into a spot that overlooked the next open floor.

"I'm not sorry for what I did, James. It was the smart move for my family! Batman is gone and Sionis' plan ain't that bad, better than him up and disappearing without'a trace. You shoulda just took the deal, pal. This could have all been avoided."

"You're a disgrace to the badge, you son of a b***h." Gordon, still aiming his weapon at Officer Kowalski stepped in close and ripped the badge from his vest before slipping it down into his pocket.
"You, bring around the car. It's time to get out of here!" Black Mask's loud mouth voice alerted Gordon and diverted his attention to wherever the crime boss hid from all the action. "Oh no you don't." The commissioner was sure to leave his former co-worker and Gotham Police officer with a hefty blow to the head which would surely leave with him a not so pleasant headache. Gordon stepped slowly and cautiously around the aisle, scanning each and every cubicle for the coward. He'd fidget at his glasses every so often as they'd lower and lower with every step he'd overtake. "What happened to all that bravado, Sionis?" My
offer still stands. Call off those freaks, call off your army, and turn yourself in."