Fandom Batman: Gotham's Protector

[Birdsie]

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• Introduction
• Rules

• Gotham City, located on the eastern coast of the United States, is a hive of scum and villainy like no other in the entire country, and maybe the entire world. It's almost as if though there was an entity - a spirit of the city - and one that feeds on darkness and despair, that infected it with malignant, tangible evil.
  
  Twenty-seven years ago, this evil was destined to give birth to yet another tragedy. When a small-time criminal, Joe Chill walked into an alleyway at the right time, he stumbled upon Gotham city's wealthiest family. Overtaken by greed, he killed the parents of the eight-year-old Bruce Wayne and fled the scene, leaving the boy alone and tormented.
  
  Most, in the boy's place, would waver and be consumed by the evil of the city and join its madness; become a brutal, inhuman catalyst of more tragedies in a never-ending cycle. But through willpower and perseverance, he endured the darkness and rather than let it take him, he took its reins and used it for good.
  
  Who is he, you ask? He is Gotham's protector and guardian. By night, her defender. By day, her first citizen.
  
  He's the Caped Crusader, the Dark Knight, the World's Greatest Detective. He is the Batman.
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  Rules:
  - I am always right.
  - When I'm wrong, refer to the rule above.
  - Ask me when you want to play an OC. You must receive permission.
  - A person playing a character with control over an organization is responsible for playing NPCs from that organization. Gordon controls the police, Joker controls the Joker's gang, etc.
  - Don't be a meanie.
  - Use proper grammar and paragraphing.
  - Feel free to invite your friends! The more the merrier.
  - Have fun.
  

 

[Birdsie]

Useful Links for Players:
- A Comprehensive Overview of Gotham City, Locations and Organizations: Gotham City - Wikipedia
- Several Useful Maps:

Spoiler

First one is inaccurate but detailed.
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Second one is undetailed but very accurate.
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Third one is a little bit of both worlds; slightly (but not completely) accurate and slightly detailed.
https://pre00.deviantart.net/91f5/th/pre/i/2017/228/e/4/gotham_city_map_by_crow_453-db0k96t.png

- Wayne Manor

Spoiler

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[Birdsie]

Safety Hammer DiscoQuinn Hammy olive.tree Abendrot FireMaiden DiscoQuinn Harley Quinn Hammy Elekta Kount Noble Scion TekSoda Literally Batman Rumble Fish

It's on.

23:45, April 24th, 2018
Gotham City Clock Tower

Bruce was suited up and ready to go on patrol. The Gotham City Clock Tower served as a secondary lair in the heart of Gotham that Batman often used to resupply.

Batman climbed the ladder to the top and walked onto the rooftop, then made his way to the edge of the rooftop and squatted down, looking at the city. Compared to his location, the buildings weren't all that tall, but some of them reached a bit over two-thirds of the way.

To the far west, he saw the vestiges of Wayne Tower, the only building in visual range as tall as the Clock Tower itself. To the north, he saw the old GCPD building - not tall either, but wide and expansive. To the east, he saw S.T.A.R. Labs, a few other locations on the outskirts of the Financial District and the bridge leading down to Blackgate Island.

The nightly atmosphere was dreadful. A white vapor seemed to hang in the air, yet the sky itself was cloudless. The white moonlight reflected on his cowl.

Batman reached for the computer on his left wrist and turned on the broadcast receiver. Instantly, he heard a jumbled radio mess of garbled synthetic clicking and hushed voices in the background. He couldn't make anything out and had to rotate the frequency and adjust it to hear anything. As he did, he caught glimpses of various encrypted conversations.

"-Oi, Karl? You find it yet? Maybe if we-"

He rotated the dial a little left, then adjusted it right by two clicks. The voices were hard to make out.

"-own on fifth street, yes. bring the-" *//;_* "-pretty sure we've got somethi-"

"-the hell makes you think-" *-<\_--* "-t is? Just get th-"

The broadcast was regularly being interrupted by static. Two more clicks right and it seemed to get stable.

The conversation between the two continued. Batman hit the jackpot, as this conversation, as he discovered, was between two gang members; one of them spoke: 'gather the rest of the Jets,' prompting Batman to ask Alfred to search for any information about them.

A small very recently created gang from members of the False Facers who recruited a bunch of small-time criminals to help them. Forty members. All of them had a criminal record and over half of them were murderers. As he soon found out, a part of the gang were already in progress of kidnapping Layla Hyles, the daughter of an executive working at GothCorp. Their most probable motive is to demand ransom money.

This was an excellent opportunity. At least fifteen of their men were in on this operation. He could shut down half of their gang and maybe lead it to disband this way in one night; that second outcome was a bit hopeful, but possible.

* * *​

"Speak up! We can't hear you." One of the thugs rose a corner of his lip and grinned.

Over a dozen men surrounded a crying teenage girl on the floor in a small warehouse room, with an open door leading to a dark alleyway with a white van; its side-door open.

"You... you won't get away with this," she scoffed at them. Layla spat at one of the gangsters, the spittle hitting his cheek.

He growled and slapped her. "We already have. What could possibly happen? The cops won't do anything, and Batman can't do anything."

Another thug interjected. "Yeah, I'd like to see him try! With all these guns, we'll fill him full of lead!"

"Guns... don't stop him," she argued, looking down at the floor.

"This many will. We got every angle covered, he ain't getting anywhere near this place. Or you!"

The window broke open and shards of glass stunned half of the thugs in the room. Following that, one of them had his face painfully impacted by a pair of heavy, black military shoes.

"It's the Bat!"

Before the rest of the thugs could recover from the initial shock and open fire, Batman threw a smoke pellet, turned on infrared vision in his cowl, and leaped at the nearest thug, disarming him and knocking him out with a pair of blows.

The carnage in the smoke continued, bullets flying indiscriminately as every thug protected himself. At best, they'd hit no one. At worst, they'd hit one of their friends.

Two of the thugs had a better idea. One of them took the girl and forced her outside the room, then ran upstairs with her and his friend. They would make their getaway using the rooftop.

As the smoke subsided and diluted in the air, Batman was finished. Holding the collar of one of the gangsters, he socked him in the jaw, breaking it and helping him go to sleep more quickly.

There were thirteen unconscious thugs in the room, with just as many rifles and miscellaneous firearms laying around. The GCPD was already en route to arrest everyone.

As the two thugs and girl reached the roof, Batman was already on the other side. One of the thugs stepped back, shivering at the image of the figure about thirty meters away from them. He reached for a pistol. Seeing this, his friend did the same.

By the time the guns in their hands were nearly aimed at the Bat, they were knocked out of their hands by a black, flying projectile, and the Batman had already run halfway across the rooftop to them.

The vigilante hopped into the air and delivered a push kick to the chest of one of them. He stumbled back and hit the brick wall with his head, and soon found he couldn't move from the pain. He slowly sagged to the floor.

Batman looked at the other one, who managed to pick up his gun. He wrapped his arm around Layla's neck and threatened to shoot her if the Bat did anything.

Batman glared.

The thug stared at him intently.

Batman glared.

The thug blinked, his breathing wavering.

Batman glared.

"Alright, I give up." The thug let go of the hostage, dropped his gun on the ground, knelt and raised his arms in a surrender.

After cuffing him up, Batman turned to Layla. "The GCPD is on their way. Wait here."

He jumped off the edge of the roof, glid across the street, then shot a grapple gun at the ledge of another, taller building and climbed it. Batman disappeared into the night.

 

[Literally Batman]

Catwoman
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, 23:45, April 24th

A group of armored guards stood in front of the prestigious building. After a few minutes of uncomfortable standing, they began to quietly converse.

"Honestly, don't know why you're bein' so stiff, Rich. Ain't nobody gon' come and rob the Gotham Museum of Antikeries any time soon."

"Antiquities. Items from the ancient past. You should know, Clark, you work here," The other security guard scoffed.

"Yeah, I know that. I know that they're all pieces of junk." He rolled his eyes. "They'd probably sell for a couple bucks each. Somebody comes and robs the museum, I'd say just let 'em."

"Well, that's good for me," a voice from behind said, and as the two men turned to face it, the mysterious figure grabbed their heads and thrusted them into each other, like something that came straight out of the Three Stooges. The two guards sank to the ground, unconscious, as the Catwoman turned the other way and walked into the Museum.

The Museum was faintly lit, with long stretches of linoleum tiles running down the halls, supporting the pedestals that held various ancient relics. As Clark had stated, these relics, while cool-looking, were not exactly the most expensive. Except a given few.

Catwoman walked through the halls, her boots making slight clicks as she strode through the halls. She looked around. "Sure seems empty in here, huh?"

Gunfire stopped her in her tracks.

Directly ahead, several grey-uniformed guards, much like the ones Catwoman had head-smashed, toppled to the ground. A group of thugs approached from the darkness, holding assault rifles, approached. One of them grabbed a monkey wrench and smashed it right through the glass case containing Catwoman's goal- the Green Cat Statue, a small statue from ancient China made out of jade.

She sighed, grabbing her whip from her belt. She wasn't a crime fighter per say, but she did want that statue. Also, this might earn her a few Bat-browny points, which were always good.

The thugs were laughing as the alarm went off in the background when suddenly a whip shot out from the darkness, wrapping around the man's hand, and pulling him into a pedestal. He sank to the floor. The other 3, needless to say surprised, held up their weapons. "Who's there?"

"Just little old me."

Catwoman slid across the gap separating them, sliding right into the knees of one thug and knocking him down. She threw a high kick directly into the face of another thug, and then flicked her whip again in the general vicinity of the third. In that simple combination, she had already knocked out all three of the thieves.

She smashed another case with her fist, removing a length of rope from ancient Greece and tied them all to a pedestal containing a Roman helmet before grabbing her statue and climbing away. In a brief moment, thanks to an air vent, she was on the rooftop, seeing police cars, lights flashing, pull into the museum.

"I should get going soon," she mumbled to herself, starting to walk across the rooftop towards the edge. "Too bad Batman didn't show, but I guess he's busy doing...Batman things." She sighed and grabbed her whip again, preparing to depart.​

 

[DiscoQuinn]

Batgirl
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, 23:50, April 24th

Seated crosslegged on a huge dragon-faced watersproat Barb gazed through her binoculars checking for any unusualness at the large building across the street. The Gotham Museum of Antiquities. She knew something big was gonna take place at the tonight. Something not even Batman knew about... It was time for her to prove herself and earn her rightful place in the family. Even though Bruce had told her to take it slow tonight she wouldn't just sit at home and do nothing when she knew what was about to happen. She hated being babied. Time to show Bruce that she was more than just the commisioners daughter. She swallowed slightly at the thought, she had once again told her father she was staying over at a friends house to "study" tonight.

Where was the lie? That she barely had any friends or that she was currently sitting on a brittle watersproat, 80 feet above the ground dressed up as a Bat, spying on criminals? "He would understand..." she thought to herself, knowing it was just another lie.

Two days ago an Unknown source had uploaded pictures of three ancient cat relicts on an illegal auction forum on the dark web. After doing a bit of research she of course found out that they were currently exhibited in museum of antiquities in Gotham. Something was fishy about this and of course Barbara had a direct assumption.

"Crap!" She almost dropped her binoculars when she suddenly spotted the lights going out in the upper part of the building. Time to dig in! Grabbing her Grappling gun she aimed at the topside of the building. Crime was fast, but Batgirl was faster! Okay she still had to work on this one....

Elegantly she got up and swung across the darkened street letting her feet connect with the opposite building and quickly climbed up. On top she found, like she already expected, the white box of the alarm taken apart. She bent down to observe it closer when she noticed something sneaking past her on the other side of the roof. She quickly grabbed one of her batarangs knotting a piece of rope to it and aimed for the intruders slender legs.

"Not so fast....Catwoman!" she shouted, jumping over a chimney to get to the darkly dressed woman in the catsuit.

"I'll have to politely ask you to return those pieces..." she approached her.

Literally Batman

 

[Literally Batman]

Catwoman
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, 23:45, April 24th

As Catwoman moved towards the edge, she heard somebody yell "Not so fast!" and launch a Batarang towards her. With a single fluid swipe, Catwoman flicked her whip at the projectile, knocking it off course into a large pipe. She turned to face the thrower, and found a young girl with long locks of hair and a Batsuit. A Batwoman? She didn't know that Batman was now hiring girls to do his dirty work.

"Return it?" Catwoman laughed. "You think I'd go through all this trouble just to give it back?" She laughed, slyly looking at Batgirl. "Obviously you haven't learned a thing about crime-fighting yet. Young, headstrong, and dumb...good days."

Wistfully staring into the distance, she opened her fists, 10 razor-sharp claws popping off each finger. "Now, why don't you run back to Batman? Don't want a girl like you getting hurt."

DiscoQuinn Birdsie​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Spinal Tap
Gotham General Hospital 23:45, April 24th ​

The building was silent aside from the sound of footsteps from nurses doing their patrols around the wards. The lights were low as it was past the patients’ bed time, leaving the hospital in a limbo of dim lights and listlessness. It was the best place and atmosphere for anybody recovering from or dealing with an illness. Nobody was aware of the woman in a mask and primarily red suit standing on the roof, sipping scotch out of her hip flask as she loaded darts into her gun. She had spent the last few weeks developing the serum within and, given how she only woke up a few hours ago from a drug induced coma by one of these things, they did what they were intended for. Once the gun was loaded, she let out a sigh as she opened the grid to one of the vents leading into the building. She only knew this was the right one from extensive research. Turning on her torch, she held it in her teeth as she squeezed her way in.

“Good thing I’m not claustrophobic.” Spinal Tap grumbled around the torch, squeezing through the tight space, “Damn… five years of university to be shoved in a tin can…” she continued before going quiet. The only evidence of her presence was the soft thumps of her elbows and knees hitting the metal, something she kept to a minimum. She continued down the pipe, occasionally stopping to check if she had been noticed. Eventually, she came to her destination.

After spending a moment to scan the room, she realised that there were three doctors there. All ex-colleagues of hers. Zelda could not help but feel embittered towards them. She had been on friendly terms with all of them, so why did they just accept that she was “killing” her patients, and did nothing when she asked for help? For that, they needed to pay. Silently poking the nozzle through the gaps of the vent, she took her time to aim. With three swift flicks of her trigger finger, each doctor was struck by a needle and soon fell to the floor, out cold.

The coast being clear, Zelda Williams kicked down the vent, dropping down into the office. She had never been in this part of the hospital before. She had to be swift if she was going to get what she needed. After zip-tying the unconscious doctors to apparatus (after checking their vitals to ensure she hadn’t killed them) she began tearing through the drawers.

There had to be something pointing to the real culprit to these killings. It was within the hospital, it had to be! Through her process of elimination, Zelda had concluded that the causes of death must have been overdose. Many of her patients had required injected medicine; something that she had no part in and would only inject it. It must have come from here.

“Come on…” She growled before finally coming to one file that caught her attention. Pulling it out, she set it on the table and began to search through it.

Prof. Hugo Strange was a name she did not recollect. But as she read further, there was a piece of information that troubled her. He had once been a head at Arkham Asylum, a breeding ground for villainy and evil. He had to know something about this. Or he was responsible. Responsible for her mother’s death, a thought that almost made Zelda punch the desk. She had made a personal promise to both herself and her mother that she would find the killer and kill him in return. She took the file, putting it in her rucksack.

“I’d put that down.” A voice growled, making Zelda turn around to be greeted by a fourth doctor she had not seen, who had a microscope in his hand, which he swung at the woman, landing a blow on her jaw, knocking her backwards. On impulse, Zelda jumped back up into a fighting position. The man was significantly taller than her and she knew she had to knock him out quickly or he would raise the alarm. As he swung again, Zelda let out a sharp breath as she jumped upward, lashing her leg out as she span in the air, the side of the inside of her foot striking the man on the side of the head, causing him to fall. Taking her chance, Zelda took his wrist and zip-tied him to a table.

Panicking, Zelda grabbed everything and tried to jump back up into the air vent. Below her, she could hear the now awake doctor screaming for help and a commotion in the halls. Cursing under her breath, she struggled through the vent.

“Can’t wait to get home so I can wake up and remember none of this.” She grumbled, but just as she was thinking this, Zelda did not realise that she had crawled onto a grid, causing it to give way under her weight. The vigilante yowled as she fell through the vent, onto her back. She let out a groan as she could only stare at the ceiling, dazed.

“…Whoever built this thing is getting a kick in the balls.” As Zelda got up, she heard a surprised yelp. She turned to see an old lady in her bed, cowering under the sheets. Zelda bit her lip.

“Sorry, ma’am.” She grumbled as she went to the door, only to see people rushing towards the woman’s door through the window. Cursing, she did the only thing she could think of doing at the time. She pulled the fire-alarm which began to ring throughout the building, causing the staff to react and the hospital’s lights to switch on, hurting Zelda’s bloodshot eyes.

“Ugh- thank you for your time.” She grumbled to the old woman, who was still frozen in fear and confusion as she climbed back into the vent, rushing her way through back to the roof. The night air was welcoming after being in the confinements of the vent, stuck with her own body odour. Outside, she could hear a fire truck coming from the streets below. Perfect. Taking out her hip flask, she took a long drink from it before jumping onto her hover-board which she had hidden before. Kicking off the roof, it hovered in the air as she made her way to her studio apartment. Getting to the open window, she stepped off of it inside. Zelda never used the door. Mostly because she had no recollection as to where the keys were. And leaving through the window was more interesting.

Getting out of the suit, Zelda threw it to the side and opted for an oversized t-shirt. She took a moment to look around the apartment. It was not in the best condition with paper thrown everywhere, a few empty bottles lying around and general disarray. In the corner was the woman's makeshift lab where she did her research, all the more reason to have a ton of locks on the door. She did not want anyone sneaking around her apartment under some suspicion. Zelda made a mental note to at least try to clean it up the next day if she had a chance. She intended to spend the next day studying this Professor Strange character and seeing what he could have to do with the case. Opening her liquor cabinet, she took out a bottle of port and poured a sizeable amount into a tumbler. As she did, she glanced outside to see that the hospital was now surrounded by both firemen and police.

Rolling her eyes, Zelda sat on her sofa, kicking her feet up on the coffee table and switched on the tv. She remembered how she and Henry would sometimes sneak out of bed to huddle under a blanket on the couch and watch tv or movies until the boy fell asleep. Zelda continued this ritual, but with the addition of port and without her son. Zelda sighed heavily as she took a sip from the tumbler. She was going to get Henry back, at any cost.

 

[DiscoQuinn]

Batgirl
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, 23:52, April 24th

She grumbled slightly at her witty comment. Some of these things might be true, but Barbara definitely wasn't dumb! It was like no one really took her serious, not even criminals! She would have to change that. Respect had to be earned after all. Just remember, you aren't Barbara, you're Batgirl tonight! Taking a step forward she grabbed two razor sharp batarangs in each hand ready to combat the criminal cat infront of her.

"Funnily enough, he'd be more concerned about you getting hurt, Cat!" she remarked with the hint of a chuckle. Truthfully her comment had been a bit bold, considering Batman had become somewhat of an mentor to her, but the thing between them two - whatever it was - was definitely not a secret. Maybe she should actually call him though.
Pride left aside the criminal she was facing off was one of Gothams most notorious thieves.

"Cute, who are you seeing to do your nails? Victor Zsasz? Too bad they won't do nails in jail!" she talked back at her. Slipping her batarang back up into her sleeve and sheepishly reached for her grapple.

" Now I didn't really want to cause a big fuss but..." she began the white alarm box from before dropping out of her cape. "Oops.." she grinned as suddenly the sirens in the rooms under them blasted as she had sneakily reconnected the two wires neccesary that had been cut through by the Cat. Without another word she shot her grappling hook at the opposite wall charging at Catwoman and used her thighs to take her into a neckhold as they swung across the street to the opposite building. Barb knew that Cat wouldn't make this easy on her, she was a much more experienced opponent after all.

"Are you ready to coorperate now? Who were you planning to sell these to?!" Batgirl hissed at her midair.

Literally Batman Birdsie

 

[Noble Scion]

Emma "M" Sinclair
Emma Sinclair's apartment - 23:48 - April 24th

Spoiler: Appearance

The apartment was flooded with the sound of gritting teeth and grunting as Emma did her usual bandage-reapplying, covering every centimetre of skin with the white fabric that had become so accustomed to her life. First came the agonising peeling of the original layer, revealing her scarred skin from the night that still gave her nightmares, next came the cold sensation of ointment on skin as she applied it delicately to her torn, pained body, and lastly came the slow, arduous process of wrapping her body up in the gentle woven cotton to protect herself from infection as well as to decrease the aching pain, and to prevent her mere appearance causing shudders of disgust to ripple through those around her.

She hated the process, but it helped take her mind off things due to how much concentration it took on her part. She started from her feet and worked her way up, usually, and only ever while her little brother was sleeping. His custody had fallen to her after the incident, which she preferred. It gave her the chance to keep an eye on him, and make sure nothing else could happen to her family while she was on watch. Her brother thought she looked cool in the bandages, that she looked like a superhero, but to her the white fabric simply reminded her that there were criminals off committing crime barely out of sight. Her eyes stared off into the darkening sky of Gotham while finishing up with the bandages, before switching on the television to watch the news and grabbing some cereal to eat. She was a light eater, and not exactly a gourmet chef. The news headlines of the day rang out to her ears as her spoon dipped into the crunchy yet healthy food and raised it to the slip of bandages that she had slid out of the way to allow access to her mouth.

"Batman defeats group of kidnappers and save Gothcorp's CEO's daughter" The news called out in the over-enthusiastic tone that the press always had. "Hmph.." Emma simply harrumphed in solitude, finding the act of fighting them admirable, but leaving them alive cruel to the citizens of Gotham. Her thoughts flooded with those believing that Batman should be preventing the crimes from happening by the same people over and over again rather than simply leaving them to the police, like he did with the Joker, that had escaped from their clutches and committed so many atrocities that she could barely even keep count. It would be better off for everyone if he was dead, but that wasn't her choice to make. She wasn't some super-teched out caped-crusader after all, and if he was protecting the city, then the city worked by his rules.​

 

[Abendrot]

DAMIAN

Location: Bedroom | Interacting with: N/A | Mentions: N/A

Damian Wayne was not sulking.

The Son of the Bat never sulked. His father, his partners, and even Alfred were always very clear about that. He had been banished from patrol for the next week, confined to his room, and forbidden from the training facilities or anything fun for time being, but he had borne the punishment with the dignity befitting his title. Just because he was sitting on his bed with his knees drawn up to his chest, scowling at the moonlight shadows that crept across his floor, did not mean he was sulking.

Anyways, Damian was right, and he was a warrior, and warriors didn’t sulk. His grandfather never sulked. Ra's al-Ghul would not hear an insult to his family -- no one would dare. And if they did, he would draw his blade and slay them where they stood, and everyone would show their respect and no one would send him to his room without dinner.

Damian scowled harder at the floor. That argument had failed to sway his father.

After some time to clear his mind, Damian sprang out of bed. He needed to focus on the manner of his escape. There was a window on the far side of his room from where he could leap out and leave through the manor grounds, though he'd learned the hard way how thorough Wayne Manor's security system was. No, the only feasible way out of the house was through the Batcave. The cavern was locked behind voice-recognition software, though Damian had recorded enough samples of his father's voice to replicate it on a synthesizer device. There was also the matter of removing the tracker on his Robin suit. He suspected he'd set off some sort of alarm should he decide to tamper with it, so he'd have to tread carefully there.

The rest he could figure out once he was on the prowl.

Damian leaned against his bedroom door, listening for footsteps. Getting past Pennyworth would be easy enough. But there were things he had to attend to before he could fight crime.

(Damian had been in trouble since just before he had a chance to eat. He was hungry.)

He slipped out the door and crept towards his father's study.

code by Ri.a

 

[FireMaiden]

Annaliese James
Location: East End District; A few blocks from home
Mentioned: N/A
Interaction: N/A
Laughed erupted from one of the many tables in this little bar, tucked away on some corner, it's name long since faded away for the sign outside. But the locals knew it, good drink for a low price, as long as you could pay. The patrons weren't always the nicest of folks, and the atotmoshpere could sometimes turn hostile, but what do you expect? Inside was a little full, mostly older men and women with little left to care for, but there were still a few people having a good time. Anna happened to be one of them.

"Noooooo! Listen," She started, her few words a bit drawn out and too loud, "I only came because YOU...said yoooou weregonna pay." The young woman poked her friends chest, causing the young man to chuckle.

"I did, didn't I?" Of course he did. Anna couldn't pay for her own drinks, or she'd be skipping rent again, and her landlord was getting a little impatient of late rent. So, he offered since she needed some fun. "Fine, you go on home, I'll pay." Anna smiled, standing up. As she did, instinctively she went to pull down on the skirt she was wearing. A highwasuted black mini skirt, pair with a low cut dusty pink top, and heels. It's not often she got to dress up like this, and why not enjoy her day off?

"Tanks Miiicheal~" She said with a soft giggle, "You're tah best." The young man only nodded, waving her off so she'd hurry up an leave. She had work tomorrow, and it was pretty late. Turning, shs waved to Michael, one last goodbye, before she starts to clumsily weave through the decent crowd of people, murmuring excuse me's and sorry's as she did. Until she reached the door, and some kind woman opened it for her.

The night air was a little chilly, but it felt nicer against her semi-flushed cheeks. Anyway, after a few moments of remembering where to go to get home, Anna started down the ill lit street, doing her best not to stumble over cracks in the sidewalk. She would have taken her shoes off, but honestly risking a broken bone was safer than walking barefoot.

 

[Literally Batman]

Catwoman
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, 23:45, April 24th

Catwoman couldn't help but laugh at the girl's responses to her questions. A young heroine trying to apprehend one of Gotham's best thieves- scratch that, Gotham's best thief- it was almost admirable. That changed when Batgirl came launching at her with a grapple-gun propelled neckhold.

Luckily Catwoman was no newbie when it came to martial arts. As they glided from building to building, Catwoman twisted her head, sliding her neck free of Batgirl's thighs. This, of course, led to her falling downwards, but Catwoman was no stranger to that either, and she quickly snapped her bullwhip, wrapping it around a gargoyle's ugly head. Pulling herself onto the side of the building, she leaped from window to window, much like a rock climber, thanks to support from her whip, A normal human almost certainly would've fallen to their doom, but Catwoman had done this stunt so many times already, it was natural to her.

Flipping onto the rooftop, she cracked her neck. "You should know by now I don't steal for other people." She laughed with that same sultry tone. "I play for keeps."

tl;dr Catwoman escaped leg grip and did some arkham-style acrobatics

DiscoQuinn​

 

[TekSoda]

D20
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:45

"The security here is a complete and utter joke," D20 thought as she vaulted over the bank counter. The vault wasn't very far, and she had nothing to worry about: the sound of security's guns jamming was music to her ears, and when it came to those who tried to enter melee range, well, the lucky ones tripped and hit their heads on the counter, those more nearby were either dispached through some set of ridiculous coincidences, like a gun un-jamming and misfiring, or just got their clock cleaned by Nat's fist.

The digits of the vault were all correctly guessed by rolling a d10 repeatedly, and she went in for all the cash the bank had on hand. Pulling out a briefcase, she started filling it with as much money as would fit. She didn't need too much money, just enough for some fancy new toys and maybe a grappling hook if she felt like it.

 

[Birdsie]

Batman
Gotham National Bank, Aprtil 24th, 23:47

A shadow reminiscent of a flying creature moved across the ground. Any remaining security guards followed it with their eyes, then looked up just in time to see Batman's feet hit the ground. Some of them gasped in amazement, all of them moved back, but not one of them approached.

With his cape like a black mantle around his entire body, Batman walked up to the bank robber step by step. He had already made note of her abilities. Enhanced luck, or so it seemed.

Although he was no specialist on the more esoteric skills, his years of working with the Justice League and Doctor Fate, in particular, left him with a strong dislike for this kind of metahuman abilities. They were possible to work with, but made things difficult and complex.

Batman was fairly confident that even her luck wouldn't help her against him. His footing and techniques were honed to perfection - maybe she'd dodge, true - but with each strike, her luck would be spent and he would get a better hold of how she dodges until eventually, he manages to land at least one strike. After that, it'd be exceedingly easy to capture her, but he'd have to put some protocols in place to remove random chance from affecting the situation.

Human errors - chaos - her power lived from it. The chances of winning had to be either 100% or there weren't any chances at all.

With all of this firmly in his mind, Batman asked in a deep baritone, "Who are you?"

As he asked, his eyes noted her use of dice as tools. Her luck was special. It's one thing to be lucky, it's another to communicate with the fabric of luck using dice. This was almost luck magic. Not that it mattered.

TekSoda

 

[Elekta Kount]

James Beagle
Somewhere in Gotham City, April 24th, 23:50
“Ah, Ballocks.”
A man in his mid-30s was standing in front of an a dark and scary looking allyway, well, scary to most people...to Jamie, it was just simply suspicious.
Putting his hand into his pocket, the man took out a piece of paper and began squinting real hard at it.
“Damn cab...I told Alfi to text me the address, but that would have been too easy now...wouldn't it?...”
The man stood there for a couple of moments, holding onto to what appeared to be a duffel bag as he tried to make out the address scribbled onto the piece of paper...
"If your tryin' to be sneak, ya not doin' much of a good job..." Jamie suddenly said, as he folded the piece of paper and turned his head back towards the entrance of the alleyway. What looked like a few armed thugs had been stalking towards him, a bit taken back that he knew they were there, but continued forward nevertheless. Jamie then turned his head back towards the ally, and observed as more thugs stalked out of the shadows brandishing weapons. "Whoa...real intimdatin', you lads must of spent a long time practisin' ya entrances, bravo..."
Jamie started to slow clap, as he stared foward at the thugs in the ally. His expression was not an amused one.
"Now that the theatrics are over, I don't suppose any of ya fine gentlemen know where thousand an' seven Mountain Drive is?"
The group of thugs suddenly began hooting and hollaring, as
"Huhu, your a long way from Kansas, arn't ya? cause this ain't no Mountain Drive."
Jamie rolled his eyes at the reference, a bit suprised that this group of knuckleheads even had enough brain cells
"I figured as much when I saw your ugly mug...that goes for the rest of ye's too." Jamie grunted, as he pocketed his hands and looked at the thug leader. "Now, if you would kindly piss off, I'll won't be troublin' your circle jerk anymore."
"Not so fast." The leading thug said, as he brandished a knife forward. "You see, there's a toll for crossing through these parts, and we're the toll keepers... now hand over all your stuff!"
"Ah, I see now..." Jamie said, readjusting the bag strapped around his shoulder, before looking back at the thug leader.
"You want me stuff?" Jamie said with a snort, as he lowered his head a bit and stared down the leader of the gang of thugs. "Come an' take it."
"Get him!"
Interacting: Open
Mention: N/A​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Zelda "Spinal Tap" Williams

Spoiler: Apperance

Gotham City, April 24th, 23:50
Mentions: Elekta Kount
Zelda had only intended to have only a few glasses of port before retiring to bed. At this point, half of the wine had gone from the bottle into her belly. At this point, Zelda was feeling very light but also heavy. Her eyes felt heavy and whenever she moved her limbs, they seemed to flail rather than just move as they usually would if she were sober. She was just staring at the tv at this point, not even watching it. The last thing she remembered was the news saying something about Batman. Zelda had rolled her eyes. What was so great about Batman? Sure, he was good at what he did but… she didn’t care much for him. She didn’t care much for anyone in general.

She was about to head into bed when the sound of voices caught her attention from outside her window. Stumbling a little and leaning on the window-frame, she looked down, feeling the wind blow her hair back from this height up. From what she could see below was a man surrounded by thugs. Normally Zelda would not care about this, or at least phone the police about the matter. But maybe it was the mix of scotch and port, or she was just bored or maybe she just knew Henry would never forgive her if she did nothing about this; but whatever the reason, Zelda turned to her suit which was thrown on the ground, got out of her pyjamas and pulled it on.

Pulling on her mask, she stood on the windowsill, looking down at the situation below. With a deep breath, she stepped off of the windowsill, landing on the slim and red hoverboard that hung in the air. But as soon as she stepped on it, it suddenly felt as though she was trying to surf on a boogie board. She could not keep her balance. Struggling to keep her balance, she sighed.
“Better be worth it…” she grumbled as she tried to steer the board, only for it to swing all over the place, pointing downward. Spinal Tap swore outloud as she could not get it to point straight as she nosedived down-ward. Why couldn’t she control it?! Just as she thought she managed to control it, the board suddenly tipped upward, throwing Tap off of it completely.

“Shite!” She yowled as she fell back first, but thankfully rather than hitting the hard concrete below, she had a much cushier landing, that being one of the beefier thugs that she had seen from her window. All the thugs seemed to react as they turned around. Spinal rubbed her head with a groan.
“What the hell-?” a gruff voice snarled, causing her to let out an uncharacteristic “eek!” and whip out her dart gun, shooting the speaker in the neck. The thug let out a few mumbles, sounding like he was talking about melon before falling to the ground.

“Oh don’t woooorry.” Spinal got to her feet, shakily, “Wears off in like… three hours. I knooow this shit.” She shook her head a little in an attempt to clear her head. Nope, still fuzzy. She looked at the group, alongside the gentleman they seemed to be harassing.
“A’ight… I can see the-the tension ‘ere.” She had to think of her words carefully here, “Soooo… go awaaay… and I won’t kick yer asses. ‘Kay?”​

 

[DiscoQuinn]

Batgirl
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, 23:52, April 24th

She had kind of surprised herself with that sassful comment earlier. This new role was quickly starting to grow on her but then of course the kleptomaniac cat escaped her grip midair and swung herself up on the roof of the building using her whip. Dang! She should have foreseen that... Always predicate your enemies next steps. That's what Batman had taught her. She would have to work on that. She couldn't let her slip through her grip. She had this all planned out so well. Right, as long as she was able to avoid her whip swings and claws she'd be fine. She had to babysit Damian before, so nothing easier than this. The kid was worse than any burglar cat for sure.

"Cat always lands on her feet, huh?" she spoke, swinging herself on top of a chimney gazing down at the feline fiend.

"We both know this isn't true, now hand over the statues! They are a important cultural heirloom and a relict of an ancient high society. They belong to the public not to you!" she spoke, crap now she was sounding just like Barbara again. The insecure and geeky girl, that got bullied in mid school for her red hair and big glasses... No! She wasn't like that anymore.

"Fine then if you don't want to sell them, what else would you need them for? That's quiet an expensive good to just use as an paperweight. Don't you think, Kitty?" she told her, throwing a smoke pellet on the ground and used the opportunity to elegantly glide down from the large sandstone chimney, swinging a handful of batarangs at her and aimed to land a mean kick onto the cat.

If she didn't want to talk she would have to bring her to do so. In the only language she understood.

Literally Batman

 

[Elekta Kount]

Alfred Pennyworth
Wayne Manor, 24th, 23:50
10 minutes before midnight.
Alfred thought to himself, as he observed the old grandfather clock ticking in the Master Bruce's main study. Tonight, while the cape crusader was battling thugs, thieves, and the like, Alfred had a little battle of his own, against the terror of dust.
In other words, the butler was currently dusting off the old grandfather clock, that was why he was looking at it in the first place.
Speaking of the time, Alfred was expecting someone tonight, other then the usual occupants of the Wayne Manor, and he was quite overdue. Perhaps he had gotten loss? Traffic shouldn't be that bad this late at night.
Alfred finished up dusting the ancient piece, the butler moved on to dusting the other furniture pieces in his master's study.
At some point, Alfred found himself looking at an old painting of his late masters, Martha and Thomas Wayne. It has certainly been quite a while since the two's unfortunate passing...and young Master Bruce has certainly come a long way since that faithful day...
Alfred continued to clean up around Bruce's study, before promptly exiting the room.
Tonight the Manor was relatively quiet, as most of it's occupants were out and about in the city. It reminded Alfred of the early days of Bruce's endeavors as Batman, how the Manor was always so lonely most days without it's Master to keep it company. At least these days, the Manor was always bustling with activity during the day, what with all of Master Bruce's proteges. Master Tim, Master Damien, maybe even Master Jason would always be up and about, while Master Dick or even Mrs. Gordon would visit the manor on certain days.
This had certainly meant more mouths to feed, and more stitches to put into place, but it wasn't something that Alfred would complain about; fact is, Alfred enjoyed having the company, and the butler knew having them around was good for Master Bruce too.
Alfred headed downstairs to prepare a late night snack for the heroes that would return later that night, pausing a moment to admire the great big halls of the Wayne Manor...marveling on how much it has changed over the years, despite it's appearance seemingly staying the same.
Interacting: Open
Mention: N/A​

 

[TekSoda]

D20
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:48

"Oh, Batman? Just my luck" she muttered under her breath before composing herself and looking the caped crusader straight in the eye, although hers were not visible. "^uhhh.... Just another girl from Gotham. Been waiting for you to show up." She was trying to sound like this was planned, when it obviously wasn't. He was blocking her only exit, so she was forced to either wait for him to get out of the way or wait for something to break a hole into the vault. Both would require stalling and possibly some combat.

She began to reach for her gun, but she was in closed quarters so the bat would likely knock it out of her hand before she could fire. Instead, she opted to close the briefcase, as she already had enough cash, and possibly use that as a weapon. "So, you gonna hit me with your wannabe shuriken or what?" she asked, in the midst of locking the attaché full of cash.

 

[Elekta Kount]

James Beagle
Somewhere in Gotham City, April 24th, 23:50
The leading thug turned his head around, and was just about to yell something profound when a fist collided with the side of his head, sending him twirling stright to the floor.
"Qui Audet Adipiscitur"
James muttered, as he stood over the stunned thug, cracking his knuckles.
It was then the four thugs behind James decided to charge foward. The thug closest one was wield a knife, and lunged forward at Jame's back, trying to stab him. James quickly moved his head sideways, allowing the knife wielders arm to carry forward, before quickly grabbing onto the thug's arm and used his momentum to throw him forward at the thug leader on the ground.
As the thugs collided, James whirled around to see three more thugs, one was swinging a tire iron at him. Catching the arm with his right hand, James brought up the palm of his left hand and quickly striking the thug's face, causing him to recoil, loosening his grip on his weapon. With one motion, James swiped the tire iron out of the man's hand, before quickly bringing it back around and smashing the metal rod into the thug's face. James swung the tire with such force that it mere sound of the impact caused the other two thugs to hesitate and stop in their tracks.
As the thug ate the dirt, James turned around, and quickly threw the tire iron forward, hitting the previously knife arm thug right in the back of the head. This caused the thug to collapse again, right back onto his leader, who shouted somthing unintelligible, before pushing his comrade off of him.
The man had only a moment after pushing his comrade off before he felt someone grab onto him, before being oisted up into the air. James now had the thug leader on his shoulders.
"RAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Jamie yelled, as he charged forward with the thug leader on his shoulders, who was now screaming like a little girl. The Brit was currently charging towards an open dumpster. With one heave, Jamie tossed the thug leader into the air and into the dumpster. Moments after he was tossed into the dumpster, the thug leader clung onto te side of the dumpster and tried to pull himself up. Perhaps that was his last mistake for the night, as the last thing he saw was the dumpster lid colliding with into his face with quite a lot of force.
"And that's where you belong! Ya wanker!" Jamie shouted, as he had indeed climbed up the side of the dumpster to reach the top of the lid, before pulling it down on the thug leader with all his body weight.
While Jamie was focused on the thugs, the two thugs still standing had dropped their melee weapons and were now reaching into their pockets, trembling all the while they did...
Interacting: Rumble Fish Noble Scion
Mention: N/A
​

 

[Elekta Kount]

East End District, April 24, 23:51
"...I know...okay, well don't stay up too late...I won't...and yeah, I'll come visit you tomorrow...tell mom and sis I said hi...love you too, dad... "
Lucas Fox, otherwise known as Luke Fox, was strolling down the streets of Gotham on an uncharacteristically quiet late at night. Luke had been to Africa for about a year now, and had finally been recalled by batman, all without his father's, Lucius Fox, knowledge. Although Luke had done quite a lot in Africa during the one year, the young man was glad to finally be back home, even if home was located in Gotham. Still, Luke was glad that he was now closer to his family, even if he no longer lived with them.
In fact, Luke himself had been working on his own little startup ever since he returned to Gotham not too long ago. It was pretty much the main reason why he was out this late. Luke's startup had just moved in to a new building, and everything was just getting set up. Luckily, tonight was more or less the last night of set up, and soon Luke's company can begin their real work.
Luke sighed a little at the thought, as he pocketed his phone, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Te company had suffered a few set backs, but those were resolved fairly smoothly. Yet, there was still a mountain of work that still needed to be done before he could prove to investors that his company was the real deal.
Still, Rome wasen't built in a day.
Look up towards the skyline of Gotham, Luke began to think of other things...wondering if he was going to see Batman or any of the other Bat Family tonight. It had been so long since he'd seen any of them in person, not to mention he hadn't put on the suit ever since he reached Gotham. The young man almost hoped that somthing would come up; he could go for some exercise right around now.
Luke wasn't really paying much attention as he continued forward on the side walk, as he was about to run into someone...
Interaction: Open
Mentions: N/A​

 

[Birdsie]

Batman
Gotham National Bank, April 24th, 23:48

Batman stood there, reading her facial expressions and body language without clearly showing it. Gun; won't miss. Batarangs won't knock it out effectively. Take cover as soon as she takes it out or apprehend her.

She assumed he'd throw a batarang as if that would work. Ranged attacks are as good as useless. The best way to apprehend her would be to get in close, restrict bodily movement and apply manacles. Ignoring her assumption, he thought out his response and straightened his back, cranking his intimidation to 110%.

"Put down the briefcase or I'll do it myself. And you don't want that," he said, putting some inflection on the word, like a vehemence.

TekSoda

 

[Literally Batman]

Catwoman
Gotham Museum of Antiquities, April 24th​

The Batgirl lashed out at Catwoman again, launching down at her from a chimney while simultaneously throwing several Batarangs. The burglar snapped her whip several times, the trademark weapon knocking the projectiles out of thin air. Catwoman then had to deal with Batgirl herself, who was flying towards her with her foot extended. Catwoman simply leaped to the side, doing a back handspring for extra flair. "Don't attack my fashion, it's a really nice paperweight." She laughed. "Master-crafted back in the day, still excellent quality from all those years. Excellent addition to the collection."

"I know Batman well enough to say that you should know your enemy." Catwoman strutted in circles around Batgirl, less an adversary and almost like a mentor, albeit one that was giving a lecture after stealing from a museum. "Why I'd want to work for The Joker, or Two-Face, or any other sick-o in this city is beyond me. I do this for me. And a girl needs her jewels." Selina looked inquisitively at Batgirl. "Except maybe you. You're just like Batman, crawling across the streets beating up all those goons, sacrificing yourself to the greater good, trying to halt the wheels of crime." She sighed. "He never listens."

"Oh, are we still fighting? My bad." Catwoman suddenly lunged at Batgirl, claws out, and launched several quick swipes at her chest and stomach. She knew that where she struck wouldn't cause heavy bleeding, but that wasn't to say it wouldn't hurt if they connected.

DiscoQuinn​

 

[FireMaiden]

Annaliese James
Location: East End District; A few blocks from home
Mentioned: Elekta Kount
Interaction:
Honestly, the walk home was going...well, it really wasn't going all that quick, or efficiently. Heels + a bit drunk was not a good combination. Still though, Anna pressed on as she didn't have any other choice. It was just she had a bad feeling. Using the wall as a support, she briefly took one of her heels off, rubbing her foot for a few seconds before fumbling to put it back when she heard laughter from behind. It wasn't odd, but it made her a little nervous.

Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted a few men, and quickly decided to carry on. However, as she finally fixed her shoe, she felt an arm around her shoulder. "Hey there sweetheart, how much for an hour?" He asked, his hand hand gripping her shoulder as she tried to pull away.

"Oh...I-I'mnot a prostisute," She answered, though the man didn't seem fazed.

"Not what I asked doll, I asked how much for an hour," He began to pull her along, one of his friends following behind while the other walked on beside her. "What do you say?" The group rounded the corner, the man's grip on her arm getting tighter.

"I don...I don't want to," She murmured, once again trying to pull away, but another hand grabbed her arm. It hurt, making her whimper. Normally, she could have handled people like this, but of course, the one time she decided to have some fun with her friends, is the one time she gets swarmed.

"Now now sweetheart, don't go running away, we'll be gentle, I promise," the leader chuckled. She needed to do something. Looking around, she spotted another person. However, the group of guys were getting a bit restless. Well, that's hope this works. Looking at the man who had a hold of her arm, She drew her head back and violently threw it forward, headbutting him in the nose. He let go with an angry yell, as his friends took hold of her arms. "You bitch!" He yelled, grabbing her cheeks. "You're gonna pay for that."

 

[Elekta Kount]

East End District, April 24, 23:53
Just as Luke thought it was going to be a quiet night, the heard what sounded like two skulls colliding with each other caused the young man to turn his head, prompting him to stop dead in his tracks.
There was a group of men across the street all huddled around somthing, yet no matter how many of them were their, they couldn't hide the fact that they were clearly picking on some girl. In fact, they were grabbing at her right now!
Obviously, Luke was not about to become a bystander or ignore the situation, it wasn't how the young man was raised. But there was only thing he had to ponder on before hand...
Should I call in my Batwing suit?... Luke thought to himself, as he removed his hands from his pocket and cracked his knuckles. Nah, I think Luke Fox can take care of these baddies all by himself. They don't seem to dangerous...though, it's best not to get too cocky.
"Hey! Y'all better not be thinking about any funny business over there..." Luke yelled from across the street, as he began crossing the street. "...leave the women alone!"
That caught the group's attention, as they turned they're heads to look at the young man approaching them, some of them even snickering.
"Or what are you going to do, big man?"
An man with some greasy hair sneered, as he stepped out of the group and walked up to Luke.
"I'm going to make you."
This really caught the group's attention, as they began turning their backs towards the girl, although she was still being held by about two men, and began slowly surrounding Luke...
"Oh ya?..." The greasy hair man snickered. "...you and what army?"
Luke just stared into the man's eyes.
"My left fist and my right fist."
That caused the greasy haired man to raise an eyebrow, as the men around the two were getting into a fighting stance.
"Huhu...tough words, young man. Do you really think you can take all of us on?"
"Try me."
The greasy hair man smirked, as he took a step back and raised his fists.
"Alright, boys! Let's teach this punk some manners!"
With that he took a step forward and swung at Luke, who merely ducked out of the way and shot his fist forward, stright into the man's face and sending him flying back into the arms of his friends.
That did it, as the group of men that had surrounded Luke decended upon he young man, but he didn't seem to concerned of his present situation...
Interacting: FireMaiden
Mention: N/A​