Fandom The Tales of New Gotham (DC comics rp)

[wonderboy1234]

10 years ago:


The most evil crime boss/arch criminal of them all, The Joker, had finally cracked the code and discovered that batman was really Billionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne. The Joker mailed Bruce wayne a letter stating that he'd blow up Gotham in 48hours if he didn't reveal his identity on national TV.


Batman refused to give into the Joker's demands and assembled his team batgirl, Nightwing, Red Robin, Huntress, Spoiler, and Black Canary.


All in of the Dark Knight's team was trying to protect the people in the city. Batman was able to go after Joker after crushing his criminal organization and cornering him into a burning building. Batgirl followed Batman and witnessed both of their deaths. Joker pulled a gun on her and Batman was able to swoop down and tackle Joker pulling them both into the flames. Batman and Joker were killed. Batgirl was unable to defuse the bomb and the heroes were forced to try and evacuate the entire city. They got as many civilians as they could out of the city. In the process Spoiler (Stephanie Brown), Black Canary, and Commissioner Gordon were killed in the explosion when the Joker's bomb finally event went off.


Ten years later this city has finally been rebuilt and renamed "New: Gotham". Barbara Gordon is the new police commissioner and Oracle by night helping the few heroes that remain in Gotham.


There has been a spike in the metahuman population due to some left over radiation from the bomb.


Gotham is gone and there is no need for old heroes. Now that Gotham has been rebuilt and renamed the crime-rate is rising again with new and old villians. As police commissioner Barbara knows the city needs new heroes.


But Recently after loosing her position by a corrupt cop after being accused of incompetence. She has decided to create a new team of heroes to uncover the corrupt ways of new police force and uncover the mayor's link to a new powerful crime boss who has started ruining New Gotham. She must assemble a team as Oracle to save New Gotham.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Barbara gordon was running down a dark hallway. What hall was this? Where was she? She looked around at the pictures framed on the wall as ran, she was in the manor. She didn't stop running as she looked down and saw the golden utility belt around her hips. She was wearing the skintight black body armor that was her batgirl costume. Why was she wearing this inn this manor? She kept on running forward as the corridors seemed to get longer and longer. She soon realized where she was running. She was running to Michael's room. Why was she running to her son's room?


He was now 13 and could put himself to bed. She didn't know but she kept running. It's not like she could stop herself, she wasn't in control of her body.


Eventually she made it to the door of her son's room. the door was closed all the way, this was unusual. He always left his door open. He complained his room got too hot and stuffy if it was closed. Barbara heard struggling in the bedroom and she immediately kicked it open with one of her shiny yellow high-heeled boots. The door came of it's hinges and fell forward. Her eyes widened behind her cowl. Fuck...he was there holding her son in a headlock. There before he was the Joker his large bicep wrapped tightly around Michael's throat. He was struggling to get air in his lungs. The joker started laughing with that evil cackle of his. Out of his purple coat he pulled a large revolver and pointed it at her son's head. Barbara went to draw a batarang from her utility belt was it was too late. Crack! The shot echoed in the boy's room. The Joker let go of the boy and he fell, his body limp and pale. Blood oozed out of the giant gapping hole in his skull. Barbara let out a pained cry and charged at the evil clown. Another Crack! filled the room. Barbara feel backwards onto the carpet, her blood flowing out of the bullet wound in her abdomen. The Joker threw his gun onto Michael's bed and pulled a camera from his suit jacket. Barbara tried to get up but she couldn't, her legs didn't work. She was paralyzed again. The Joker forced himself onto her and pulled off her black latex cowl and started to remove the breastplate of her body armor. The Killing Joke was happening to her all over again. Snap!


There was a flash of light from the Joker's camera and Barbara bolted awake. She was panting heavily. Sweat dripped from her brow and her ginger hair hung matted on her shoulders. She looked down at the body besides her. There her husband, Richard Grayson, lay sleeping undisturbed by her nightmare. She grabbed her silk robe off the hanger by the door and threw it on heading down the halls to check on Michael. Sure enough the door was open and herby was sleeping peacefully. She looked up at some unknown being in the sky and whispered,"Thank you."


Out of the Darkness down the hall a familiar voice soft yet fierce replied,"Since when do you praise God?"


She chuckled a little to herself as she stepped out of the darkness running his fingers along the gold cross she always kept around her neck. It was Helena, the Huntress. Her long black hair flowing behind the top points of her purple mask mask. Her violet cape with the white cross draped nicely on her shoulders and pistol grip crossbow was holstered at her thigh.


"What are you doing here Helena?" Barbara asked.


"I was returning the tyke...I found out the last few nights he's been sneaking into the cave and going on unsanctioned patrols," Helena answered.


"And you found him on one of these...patrols?" Barbara queried again.


"Yes. I was doing a patrol of my own and I found him brutally attacking some teen street thug. I had to pretty much pry the tween off the poor kid...So yeah. I was responsible and thought it best if I return him to his legal guardians," Huntress replied."I was responsible for once...Aren't you proud?"


"How many crossbow bolts did you let him fire before you took him home?" Barbara asked the black haired woman as if she was her younger sister.


"Only three...That's one less than last time," Huntress said turning around and walking down the hall back into the darkness.


Barbara watched her only child as he slept until she heard the roar of Helena's motorcycle outside. She blew her son a kiss and headed back to the master bedroom to try and get some more sleep.

 

[Der Kojote]

“Mr. Norse as always the shelves are spotless again.” The head librarian approached the tall plainly dressed man, fixing the last book on a shelf. The apparently young gentleman smiled “Kids these days, in such a hurry, rushing from one thing to the next, nary a care for the world that surrounds them…or at least the place they put the place their books. To think, that a little over 500 years ago, these books would have been considered treasures, even after the Guttenberg press, they cost so much, quite amazing, the most important documents and books were printed, and now-” He put the final book on the fiction shelf, “We use the great gift humanity made to print cheesy romance novels like this jewel…what a world.”


The head librarian chuckled a bit, “You have such a passion, you really ought to work at a museum or university, The way you tell it, you always seem that you lived in the times that you speak about.” Anthony shook his head, “No, I much rather prefer the little niche I’ve carved out for myself. The environment is friendly, the area has gotten better in the past year, and things are looking up. Besides what would you and the library do without me?” The older man shook his head, “Well, kids wouldn’t have heart attacks from my assistant appearing seemingly out of nowhere. How do you move so silently?” Anthony gave a polite smile. “Good sir, this is a library, one must always be silent so that others can have a suitable reading environment. At any rate, you were saying that the misses wanted you to come home early tonight? Anniversary tomorrow?” The elderly librarian nodded, “Indeed she did, 35 years…it seems like such a long time…Mr. Norse can you finish closing up for the night?” Anthony nodded briefly, “No problems at all sir, you have a pleasant day.” With that the elderly librarian exited, leaving Anthony alone.


“Heh 35 years a long time…tis a laugh.” He had convinced his boss that he needed to give the security cameras a break every night to copy the data. It was sad that the man whom had lived more than 6 centuries knew more about technology than the 65 year old. He walked over to the stack of books still to be returned to the shelves. With a flick of the wrist he spoke “Back to whence you reside!” a glowing green energy swirled around each, they flew about the library, all being sorted appropriately, nodding he turned, about to flip the cameras back on. “Everything’s cleaned up…hmm what to do with the night…” He said it rhetorically; of course he knew what he was going to do.


“The robbed one rises…” With that his shadow seemed to pool under him, it began crawling up him, covering him in inky blackness. Finally as the shadows seemingly swallowed him they faded, revealing a robbed yellow figure. The robes were tattered hiding all traces of an identity, his face was covered in yellow cloth, yet he could see perfectly. He breathed in and out, each one sounded not as a human noise, but as a rasp. Like some ghost. He motioned one shrouded arm to the nearest wall, “Open…” The voice seemed to be an echo, empty of life, emotion, almost distorted. A small black portal appeared. The yellow figure seemed to glide across the floor going through the portal. As he passed the portal shut behind him as nothing odd had occurred. Seemingly he appeared on the roof of the Library.


New Gotham City’s weird watcher of wards 19-26 has risen to patrol the streets again. However unlike batman of old Gotham city, he was not regarded as cool, or an idol, rather he was spoken of in whispers, some speculative, some fearful, others questioning.


Floating above the streets he spotted a gang attempting to break into a shop, he landed slowly he approached them. When he was in visual range, one gang member stopped, he shook with fear and barely stuttered out “E-E-E-ELDRITCH!!!!” The rest truning their heads to the slowly advancing yellow robbed figure, all screamed and ran the other direction.


What the civilians thought was neither here nor there…but what the criminals thought, that was different. They were scared of him…he’d not killed a single one, but they were scared to death of him.


And for Anthony, if it kept his section of Gotham safe…that was alright.

 

[DrCompton]

"Clark, everything is fine. Im settling in now, tomorrow CTG will have its first press conference and I'll slowly start to contact members of Bruce's old Bat family. It'll be easy because from what J'onn has told me, Bat girl and the original Robin are both married. I'll see if they know anything about this new Batman or not. Plus Barbara followed her dad, but recently lost her spot as Commissioner to a... rather shady candidate. I'll put my money behind her and get her reappointed.


Clark I know, I know. You guys gave me big shoes to fill, and I'll never be like Bruce, but I'll do what I can for Gotham and the JLA, but I don't need you, or anyone else, standing over my shoulder, I've got this Supes." Robert hung up the phone and sat back in his chair and sighed. He should have expected the main members of the JLA to watch over him, after all they had given them the new city to one of the their closest members. He looked over the folders of the reports of the new Batman. No photos, no nothing revealing. He was good, just like Bruce had been. Heck, the only reason Robert even suspected it of being Dick Grayson was because he knew that Dick was the original Robin, he had been Bruce's first protege. He looked at the other reports of heroes who had been popping up around New Gotham as well. The JLA was all very concerned about copy cats or 'heroes' that didn't associate themselves with the JLA.


Robert rubbed his eyes, it was time for bed. He would have to try and adjust his schedule to fit both day time and night time activities like Bruce Wayne did. He was Gotham's new Billionaire Playboy, and he had the conference tomorrow announcing CTGs move to Gotham City to officially replace Wayne Enterprises. He stood and walked toward his bed and slid into it. He stared at the ceiling and started to count sheep. He reached 127 before sleep over took him.


Meanwhile across the city...





He looked at the purple and green gloves on his hands, and then down the purple sleeves of the purple suit he was wearing. He grabbed the gag flower and sniffed it, the hint of the Laughter Gas traced his nostrils and he giggled a little. He fixed his suit collar and put his hands behind his back as he walked out into the ware house and looked at the man struggling, tied up to the chair.


The man was one of the new Crime lords of the New Gotham, they had replaced the old Falcone family. Tommy didn't know the man's name, he simply just didn't remember what his Sweetheart had told him. But Tommy had his boys grab the man, and they did an exceedingly well job, he'd have to remember to not killing them like the old boss use to do. Tommy reached up and ran his hand through his newly greened hair and smiled widely at the wide-eyed man before him. The Crime Boss had stopped struggling now, he stared at the Joker. But the Joker was dead. Tommy laughed, he had perfected the cackle to make it his own, he put his hands across his stomach and started to stomp a foot, as if Tommy had just been told the worlds greatest joke.


Then he stopped and stared at the man tied down. "You're my opening act." Tommy grabbed the flower and squeezed it lightly, a puff of gas hitting the Crime Boss' nose. At first it was just a giggle, but soon the man's pupils were tiny, and the chair toppled over because he was laughing so hard. Finally it all stopped. The man in the chair was staring up at the ceiling, smiling at the never ending joke. Tommy pulled out a switchblade and grinned to himself. "My Sweetheart is going to be so proud of me." He giggled some more, and went to work.


When whomever would find the crime boss, he would be sitting up in the chair naked, staring at the the only door in with lifeless eyes and a grin that was clearly a work of the Joker's Laughter Gas. All over the man's body, were tiny "Ha-Ha"s cut into the skin.

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Juli sat at the bar in Downtown New Gotham, in a black leather jacket, her hair tied back in a ponytail,High heeled leather boots. Concealed inside was a small knife, the hilt shaped like a bird's head. She had been reliving this nightmare for TEN YEARS. She sighed and put her head in her hands. Oh god. What am I doing here? she used to be a hero. Now.... Now what was she? I wish i knew.... She couldn't re live the glory days, that was clinging to the past. She had been doing too much of that lately.


She got up and walked out of the bar, back to her apartment, opening the door and sitting on the couch. She looked up at the ceiling, wishing something would happen. A call, a news broadcast, even a freaking letter would be welcome.

 

[Kyd Jhesus]

Dick (Richard) Grayson, Family man, CEO of Wayne enterprises. That as much a he lets the normal population know. His close guarded secret was that his Family was the main bat family. Batman, Batgirl and Robin, Wife and son. When Dick was younger, He was the first Robin. He was the person that was able to hold Batman, Bruce from crossing that line and stopped him from descending into madness like the people he fought. Dick set the way for multiple other robins. Not all were like him but all did there Jobs, Each thought Bruce a lesson.


Dick never forget the most tragic hour of his life. The day the original Batman, Bruce was brought down by the Clown. The bastard had a dirty bomb that devastated Gotham taking some many lives and left Gotham in ruins. The people he killed, Barbara's Father, Bruce, Stephine. The only good thing was the Joker was dead but Dick can only imagine Joker laughing as the bomb burned his skin off and then his flesh. Dick regretted not being able to stop it, He was to busy with hired guns and Clay Face.


Now Dick, 10 years later with Wayne money had help clean up Gotham and he was Batman for the second time in his life but this time Bruce was dead and not sent back in time. Dick now woke up as his wife walked back into the Room. He sat up in the bed and looked at her face. Why was she up so late? Better yet, Why wasn't he up? Bruce would be out at this point kicking as him 4 hours of sleep minimal schedule. "Hey Baaarb." He addressed her as he yawned. He got out of bed and grabbed his robes. He then looked at his wife. A smile appeared on his face, At less he still had her and Micheal. Every one else check in once and awhile. He heard how Hellena was still around, Showing the Mafia scum there still nothing even in New Gotham. The others, He was sure Tim Drake was with the current Titans. Jason, Now Jason is Jason. He stays out of Gotham and does his thing, Killing the bad guys instead of tossing them in Jail or a Asylem. Dick doesn't agree but the bad guy won't come back. Now Damian, who the hell knows. He was living with his mother at the moment or that what Tali told him 4 years ago.


"So why are you up Barb, Thanking of going out tonight?" Dick decided he was going to do that tonight, Do his job. He was Batman.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Harley had been released to work back as a doctor at the Asylum. She had been in side its walls for her Puddin.Harley still carried a picture of them as she walked the halls. She was now a doctor walking the halls. She walked into her first patients room and smiles. "Well I see your knew here. Would you like to talk about what you did. I was not to long ago in your position. "Harley said her smile was a sickening sweet smile. Harley spent the day listening to theses criminal stories. She would leave when one didn't interest her. She how ever did not have clearance to see fellow inmates that she would talk to. She was to cut off all ties. She however wrote to them from a different alias. Harley had not changed at all just became smarter then all off them. Harley was the new scary clown in town and she liked it she was the clown princess. Her Puddin was with her in her heart everyday.


Ivy had heard of Batmans death and disappeared only Harley knew where she was. She had told her best friend to help her through the hard time. Ivy had, a crush on the bat even though she tried to kill him over and over.Ivy would soon reappear in the world at Harleys side. She was a bit of a pet yet also powerful and dangerous.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[wonderboy1234]

Barbara entered the master bedroom of Wayne manor and saw her husband now awake and looking at her. He asked her what she doing awake this hour so she told him.


"I had that nightmare again. You know, the one where I'm batgirl and Joker's still alive and he has Michael. Only tonight it was worse. Tonight, I couldn't wake myself up before I saw out son's brains blown out by that pyscho. Of course as a mother when I'm finally able wake myself up I have to check on our baby. He's fine but...but that scares me. Richard...what if Joker isn't really dead? What if this dream actually somehow came true..." She stopped herself. That was impossible, Joker was dead and he defiantly wasn't coming back anytime soon.


"I'll suit up with you," Barbara replied,"Also, we need to talk about our son and why Helena was in this house when I woke up."


Barbara said turning around. She smirked mischievously and said,"I'll race you to the cave...for old times sake."


Halfway across New Gotham Helena was walking out of the elevator in the new gotham clock tower, the secret headquarters of the Birds of Prey. Wayne money was used to rebuild it after the fall of the old city. Helena smirked to herself heading over to the platform in the middle of the room surrounded by at least 100 computer monitors. How the hell did Barbara know how to use all this crap? Well Helena couldn't really explain...she knew how to use it to. She also new that the league was digging into New Gotham's business. They had no reign, no purpose for digging around. Bruce was a member of the league and now that he was gone no hero in Gotham would go anywhere near that glorified glee club. Helena threw her cape down onto one of the many office chairs that sat around in middle of computer screens. She sat down at one and removed her man and places it on the desk. She opened up a program on bye desktop and said,"Initiate Oracle program. The computer screens all turned black and green binary code ran through all the screens like a screen saver. Helena got up and stood in the middle of the circle.


"Call the JLA," she ordered the computer program.


A robotic female voice answered,"Yes..Ms. Huntress...location Gotham city...weapon of choice...crossbow...daughter of."


She interrupted the program.


"I know who I am. Call the JLA watchtower. Now!"


There were a series of beeps and other computer noises and soon she got a hold of J'on, the Martian Manhunter.


The video chat was on. She could she him but he couldn't see anything but the face of a green Greek goddess on the screen. Helena and Barbara both used this method when they took on the persona of Oracle. Both of them did it but both had different methods when they were the oracle. Barbara was helpful and commanded and Helena was brooding and angry.


"How did you get this line? It's private and certainly unlisted," J'on asked.


"Greetings J'on. Thought you'd like having a call from your good old friend oracle. I know Supes and the rest of the members of your little exclusive after school superhero club are demanding a bigger presence in New Gotham now that the Batman is dead. He's been dead for 10 years and the heroes here know what they're doing. I have my eyes and my ears on everything in this city. I don't need the league interfering in New Gotham's business. If I even hear that you're thinking of sending Superman here to check up on us I'll personally have the Huntress prepare a kryptonite bolt to fire into his heart with her crossbow. Good day J'on...stay out of New Gotham. You league types aren't welcome here."


Huntress ended the call and closed the program. She already had that kryptonite bolt and she wanted badly to kill that patriotic, spandex wearing, Boy Scout. She hated him and she hated how happy and grateful he was all the time. No one was that perfect, not even Superman.

 

[DrCompton]

Robert opened his eyes when he heard the first beep, and sat up. He answered the call. "Hello?" He stood up and listened as J'onn told him about the call. "So Im guessing you guys want me to go ahead and introduce myself to the Grayson's tonight?" He nodded, "You got it J'onn. You have a good night." He sat the phone down and left and turned to his silver form. He got onto his silver motorcycle and sped down the streets of New Gotham.


"So.. How do we go about finding a family that makes it their purpose not to be found...." He drove toward the Wayne Manor, and when he arrived he walked to the gate, he wasn't entirely sure how to go about doing this, so he figured he'd do it the way that would get their attention. He walked through the gate, his liquid metal simply moving around the gate. He walked toward their front door, he assumed their alarms would be going off. He wasn't worried they'd hurt him, unless they already knew his weakness.

 

[Kyd Jhesus]

Dick could only share the pain she feels when she dream of Joker. Dick had to always remind her that he is never coming back, It is never returning! "Barbra, He is never coming back, Understand. No mad man would revive a creature like that. Joker was the embodiment chaos, madness and death." He walked over to Barbara with a light dour frown. His eyes look to deep in contemplation. "He shall never enter our lives again. He's dead. He will never touch you or Micheal." Dick did think of the Joker breathing again. Rising from hell by the grace of the devil himself. She then wanted to talk about Micheal and Huntress. "What's on your mine." She then challenges him to a race. Dick smiled, "A race? Didn't you know my secret secret Identity is the Flash." He joked. Dick then ran off pass Barbara. "Tell me about Micheal and Hellena when you arrive in the cave slow poke!"


On this Night, In New Gotham a submarine comes into Gotham Bay. It hidden by the dark waters and tech. Inside the submarine was a man. He only wore a brown vest and pants with combat boots. On his risk was a modulator that helped him regulate the amount of red fluid that pumped into his body by tubes. He wore a mask over his face, A black luchador mask with white flame like pattern on the mask. The eyes sockets revealed the eyes of a man on a mission but what mission. He had commitment.


A skinner man walked up to him, Still muscled but not like the one who sat in the back of the Sub. "Senior Bane, dijo Pedro para que le notifique cuando llegamos a New: Gotham, que atracará en 14 minutos. Los otros estarán allí para que lo recoja. (Translation: Mr. Bane, Pedro said to notify you when we arrived in New: Gotham, we will dock in 14 minutes. The others will be there to pick you up.)"


Bane looked at the man and said though his mask "Gracias Tomás...Este Es posiblemente veamos La Ultima Vez Que Nos, Cuida de tu familia, Sé Asegurese de HACER lo correcto Por Ellos. (Translation:Thanks Tomas, This is possibly the last time you see us, Take care of your family, Be sure to DO right by Them)". Bane then raise and shook his friends hand trying not to brake it. "Despedida Amigo. " He said as he walk away up into the ships head.

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Juli sighed and looked over at her closet. It had been a long time since she'd gotten out her bow and went on a hunt for justice. She also looked at her coffee table. On it was a photo of the teen titans,she, Cyborg, Beast Boy, Starfire, Robin (dick grayson), and even raven was smiling. Maybe...... no. She had given up that a long time ago. She said her goodbyes to the titans a long time ago, too. She was too proud to call.... anyone. Especially.... that one. She looked at one of the faces on the picture, smiling as wide as she was, teeth and all. She closed her eyes and remembered her parting. It was bittersweet, the joy of moving on combined with the loss of the only true friends she had ever had. Sure, she had been approached by the JLA once, but she made it clear she was a solo worker, and they didn't come back to her. Plus, she was kind of.... unstable.... when it came to battles nowadays. Sometimes, in her rage, she would forget everything but her murderous fury, and had to literally be slapped out of it. Very touchy, and easily offended, but she had grown a thicker skin since.... well... she didn't think about that too much.


She sighed in resignation. Getting up from her spot on the couch, she walked over to her closet and grabbed the blue mask. It was time to get back to work.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ivy came back into town. She saw that it was all very different. She looked up towards Wayne manor."no more bat to deal with."she smiles it was almost bitter sweet. Ivy walked to her old haunts before finally settling back into her old place. Ivy had been gone for a while now she was back and ready to take over the city. Ivy went to grab some coffee near by as she waited on her elated friend. For Harley always had a plan and she would not let Harley down. Harley Ivy and cat woman all had alliances, but once the bat and Joker died. All the criminals seemed to disperse till now Harley had invited them back, but why? As Ivy sat wondering this she looked out at the streets a small deadly smile lined her lips.


Harley was waiting for her friend Ivy to show up. She had made sure to have an eye at the entrance to the city for her. When she got the call her friend and few other's were in the city. She smiled darkly."good good. Thank you."Harley had looked at her patient and smiles. "Well thank you I do have to cut this short unfortunately. "Harley knocked and walked out. Harley went to her office and grabbed her things. Today was a good day. She thought as she walked down the halls and headed for her car.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Jay stood atop a building in New Gotham, and exhaled deeply. It had been a long time since she had been out above the city, close to the stars. She felt her hair billowing in the slight breeze that swept New Gotham. A police siren sounded just below her, and she turned towards the sound. Finally some action! She shot a grappling hook arrow, latching it onto a building across the street. She tangled the rope in her hands securely and.... jumped. She flew through the air, weightless for a moment before the rope snapped and she was flying in a graceful, downward arc to the city street, landing gracefully like a cat, with practiced ease. She stood tall, looking over the scene in front of her. Three guys, all in ski masks, stood at the counter of a bank, hauling loot in big sacs. Behind the counter was a terrified woman, crouched under her desk to avoid the gaze and attention of the thugs.


"Stealing from a bank. In ski masks. With brown cloth bags filled with loot. Really? oh wooooow . how original." She drew her bow. "Now, give the nice lady her money back, put your hands in the air, and stand with your backs on the wall. " she shot a warning arrow, grazing one of the thugs' arms, and he cried out in pain. "Now, do as told, or you will be speaking through the other side of your head."

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

((Is this rp still alive?))

 

[wonderboy1234]

In the clock tower after her little talk with Martian Manhunter Huntress sat at one of the computers and went to work hacking into the GCPD's crime database looking for any recent crimes to bust. Moments later a giant light appeared in the sky. It was an oval and in the center was the shape of a bat. Someone had turned on the bat-signal. It was a relic something of the past. It hadn't been used in over ten years. Then there was the worry of who had turned it on. Was this a trap? Or was this out of genuine need. Huntress put on her mask and cape and headed out to investigate.


Barbara Gordon was now in the batcave. She was wearing her Batgirl armor. She pulled her cowl over her face and her long ginger hair hung down at her shoulders from the open back of her mask. The bat computer beeped and Barbara looked at it seeing that the bat-signal had been activated. She looked at her husband the new Batman,"looks like we're on." She smiled at motioned her head to the Batmobile,"Let's go darling." (@Kyd Jhesus)

 

[Kyd Jhesus]

"We are always on Babs, No rest for the wicked." Dick said as he finished dressing up. He then put the cowl over his head and followed her to the batmobile. A much better version then the first on he rolled in 20 years ago. He jumped inside and turned on the engine. "So honey, What the biggest threat today, More meta brats causing trouble. Some normal thugs, Superman went evil again?" He joked.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Barbara climbed into the Batmobile and did her best to enjoy the ride to the source of the bat-signal, the rooftop of the G.C.P.D headquarters. She hadn't seen the thing in the sky for over ten years. Nobody had gone anywhere near it after the faithful night when the old Gotham was destroyed. The last time it was used was at the memorial the city held commemorating and remembering their fallen hero. Bruce was gone and Batman had returned to being a legend, or so it seemed.


Harvey Bullock stood beside the bat signal. He was the one who had turned it on. It was very out of character for him but the explosion had changed a lot of people's views on the woods. He informed then that a couple hours ago a man had been found with "Haha's" carved into his body with a knife (@DrCompton). They were given a barely complete file but so far it was all they had to work with. Bullock promised an autopsy report when he had one to give. "I'll turn on the signal and that's when I'll have it," Bullock had told them. Barbara thanked him and she decided for herself that it would be best to return to the cave and analyze the folder they had been given. Back in the Batmobile she took a quick peak at the contents. They included crime scene photos, a little bit of useless paperwork, and a cd in a paper sleeve (how high tech).


Michael wasn't asleep. He was pretending and had been since Helena brought him back home after catching him beating up some thugs as Robin. What was the point in having that suit if he couldn't use it? Michael tossed and turned under his covers trying to sleep but it was useless. The boy climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen to get a midnight snack. He saw the metal being (@DrCompton) slide himself in through the between the two giant doors of the main entrance of the manor.


"I don't think you're supposed to be doing that," Michael said acknowledging the that he knew of being's presence. He turned back to the cupboards looking for some snacks. He quickly found a bag of pretzels and started munching down on them staring at the metal man now in his home,"The League sent you didn't they? Wait don't answer that. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

 

[DrCompton]

Robert looked at the boy and walked toward him, "Well, my name for now is Mercury, Im sure you'll know who I really am fairly soon, if your mom and dad are as good as I hear Bruce was, and I know that you are Michael, so we're not strangers anymore, are we?" Mercury smiled, although it was strange to see on a nearly faceless body. "I dont suppose your mom and dad are home? It would make my introduction to them and the League's plan for Gotham much easier if they were on board with the whole thing." The JLA had assumed Michael was the New Robin in the Bat Family, and due to his cool nature of seeing a face metallic man, he'd confirmed the suspicion for Robert.


Tommy waited for Harley at her house, giggling a little at the thought of the man he'd left for the cops to find. She'd be so proud of him, and she would love him the way he loved her, finally. How could this night get any better? Tommy felt as if he had taken the Joker name and made it his own, and soon he'd start the rest of his plan to make New Gotham fear him more than they ever did with the old Clown Prince of Crime.

 

[wonderboy1234]

"No...they're not home and your still a stranger. Just cause you know my name means you're stalker," Michael said eating a handful of pretzels. He looked at the metallic man who called himself Mercury,"I don't think my parents would want me talking to you anyways. They don't like the league and I don't either. They're not welcome in New Gotham. All you guys are is glee club of self righteous supers. We've got our own plans for this and you're little after school club isn't a part of it. I'd like to thank you for breaking and entering into my parent's house. Mr. Super I'd like to remind you that it's illegal." Michael walked out of the kitchen and past Mercury and sat on the couch in the den and turned on the giant flatscreen to watch TV.

 

[DrCompton]

Robert followed him, "See? We're not so righteous, are we; breaking the law and what not?" He looked at the TV and whistled, "Listen, Im just here as a representative and a helper. I believe in your mom and dad, what they do. Bruce was a great man." Robert looked down at him, "And they dont kill, but there are others here in the city, other 'anti-heroes' who dont play by the rules. Those are the ones we're worried about, and Im here to make sure your parents dont turn to that when the going gets tough, they've kept the streets clean from your basic villains, but how long until something big comes back? A Clayface, Killercroc, Scarecrow? Most of them are put away in Arkham now, but eventually someone will take up their mantle, one way or another. What if someone decided to copy The Joker? Would they kill him? If he showed all of the same characteristics? If they knew there was a chance he could hurt the ones they love? Hurt you? Would they kill him? Because what if they do Michael, it starts with him. Then the corrupt cop that took your moms spot, he's next. Then what? They're in control through fear, just like the Criminals gain their power." Robert formed a card, that only said "Mercury 555-2921" "Tell them to call me, please." He set the card down on the edge of the couch, and made his way out of the mansion, and back to his motorcycle.

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Jay dropped her bow at the sight of the bat signal. One of the thugs decided to make a break for it. He was almost out the door when She snapped back to herself and grabbed her dagger and threw it. It landed in the thug's back, and he grunted and fell to the floor, dead. She turned Back to the other criminals. "That is what will happen," She pointed at their colleagues dead body, "If you try to do what he did. Next time, I might not be as merciful as to let you die with minimal pain." The thug's eyes widened. "Capiche?" The thugs all nodded, and she turned and went to retrieve her knife, having to put her boot on the dead man's back and yanking it out. She turned back to the criminals, glaring as she went to sit on the counter. The police sirens sounded outside the door, and she grinned wide and winked at the thugs, Dissappearing out the back door.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Michael promised the tin man he's show his parents the business card. He picked it up and rolled it between his fingers. Why did the league have to be so intrusive? Always trying to get in other hero's business. Huntress had showed him that the league was just a bunch of annoying goody two shoes who censored whatever they deemed wrong and immoral. Bruce didn't kill but that didn't mean he wouldn't. He'd thought about on multiple occasions. If Joker or one of the other equally bad old villains returned he'd promised himself to drive a batarang through their heart ending their evil tyranny.


Barbara climbed out of the Batmobile as soon as it was parked in the cave. She looked up and saw her son sitting by the bat computer in full robin attire,"I couldn't sleep and some metal man from the league came by. He wants you to call him, something about mercury." He held up the card and rolled it between his fingers. Barbara took the card from her son. She went over to a trophy case and pulled out a silver dollar. It was searched up on one side. Long ago it belonged to Harvey Dent, Two-Face. She looked at her husband,"Heads or tales? Whatever I flip is the one who has to call."


(@Kyd Jhesus)


Huntress watched Jay work from above. The girl had some spunk and she definitely knew how to use that knife. Huntress jumped down from her perch behind Jay and put the girl in a headlock and throwing her against the wall. As Jay hit the brick wall huntress drew her loaded crossbow and ponted it at the girl. "Never underestimate your opponent," Huntress said the crossbow aimed to fire between Jay's eyes. This was a test. If Jay passed Barbara would get to know that she found a potential hero for the Gotham Knights, the team she was currently trying to build.


(@Juli Zakstyre)

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Jay Was surprised from behind with The unknown archer's ambush. She held her hand up to her head, and saw that she was bleeding. She grinned and turned around, Hands up in submission. "Alright. You got me." She said, watching the Huntress's bow, assessing every movement. When she saw her finger twitch on the trigger, she hit the ground, the arrow whistling over her head. While the arrow hit the brick, she slid backwards and hit the huntress in the back of the knee, causing her to collapse. She jumped up, drew her knife, and pointed it at the fallen archer's throat. "Who are you, and why are you trying to kill me?" The woman had done a very good job. Jay was seldom ever surprised.

 

[wonderboy1234]

"I'm not trying to kill you," Huntres said swooping her booted leg behind Jay's calf and knocking Jay onto her back. "I'm testing you!," Huntress cried out jumping up and putting the her high heeled boot at Jay's throat. These weren't your ordinary purple hooker boots. The heel had been sharpened and was made of a light weight aluminum aloe causing it to become a feasible method of penetrating and slashing human skin. Huntress held her foot there and pulled back planted both feet back on the floor. She reached into her utility belt and pulled out a bat shaped a silver business card. It was blank and didn't seem to have any contact information on it. She threw the card on the ground next to Jay. "We'll be in touch...and please...lay off the killing," Huntress said loading a grappling hook line into her crossbow and gliding away into the night.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

( sorry been working my ass off didn't know this had been revived. Stupid notifications)


Harley drove down the road with a wicked smile placed on her face. She took off her glasses and let her hair down. She sped inbetween cars and raced down the highway. She finally pulled to a stop infront of a woman in green."Oh my dear Ivy, how it has been a long time my dear."Harley says


Ivy had been walking to the meeting spot of where Harley would bicker her up. She had a gentle evil smile on her lips. When a red car pulled up and almost splashed ger with gutter water.she jumped back Glaring. Noticing Harley she rolled her eye's and got in." Hello dear next time try not to get me wet."Ivy says. Her and Harley laughed. "Come now dear I would never dare think of getting those fiery red locks wet."Harley says her lips in a thin smirk. She had but her hair in pigtails and her make up changed. She looked like her Normal Harley Quinn Villain self. She drove rapidly to her estate. Ivy and her talked nonstop about what ivy had been up to and what Harley had been doing. Harley stopped seeing Tommy. Her lips turned into a thin line"And what may I presume are you doing here."She asked sickly sweet. Ivy watched with a smirk.As she watched him and Harley.


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