Young Justice RP :: semi lit

Nodding Clawed Rose began the process of layering the liquid on the metal. She waited until one layer had dried before adding another shifting back and forth to accommodate Batgirl's movements. The metal was getting hotter and hotter beginning to melt dripping in long drops down the door. The elevator stopped shaking as Singularity swept out of the "cage" and grasped the cable.
 
The elevator car itself creaked as Fallen strained to keep the car up. Unknownto the extent of Fallen's capabilities, Batgirl had to assume muscle fatigue and wouldn't be able to keep up the act forever. She wanted to move more quickly, but she couldn't rush the blow torch. Working together Clawed Rose and Batgirl were able to get to a point weak enough to break though. She moved to the back of the elevator pit and climbed up onto one of the shaft's I-beams before shooting a grapple cord above the door frame. "Stand back," she called.


She moved her hands farther up the cord then jumped. She swung across the space, her legs swingging out in front of her gaining momentum. Batgirl collided feet-first with the doors; her boots having heavily forified and shock absorbant soles, manufactured in the idea of hard landings, hostile terrain, and weighted for the upper hand in combat. Batgirl won the fight of force and the doors gave in. The sound of the hair-raising squeal of metal accompanied the collapse of the doors, along with the the thunder and clatter of the distorted chunks of door metal.


Batgirl was flung into the hallway as apart of continued momentum. Knocked off balance by the blast, Batgirl rolled, getting a few cuts and bruises from the shrapnel, and recovered. She leaped back into action undetered, and helped her team out of the shaft, all but dragging them out by the collars in an effort to get her team out of danger. So when she said, "Fallen, we're clear," into her comms, no one was in the way.
 
Fallen let go in a sigh of relief, while the moaning of the elevator suddenly stopped and ended with a loud snap, sending it crashing down the shaft. Fallen was beginning to quickly recover from his feat. Guess being a monster from chemicals has its benefits. As he took a few breathes, he let himself drift down while his wings gently flapped, landing him softly near the group.


"Ok," he said with relief, "crisis averted." He turned to Batgirl and Rosa. "Nice trick with the acid and the grapple. Where to now?"
 
Clawed Rose followed behind Batgirl leaping out of the elevator shaft and into the hallway. While Batgirl made sure everyone was clear she made a quick scan of the hallways taking out a few guards around the corners who had heard the commotion. She was just fast enough to keep them quiet but one may have alerted the other before she crushed their comms. Rosa caught a glimpse of Fallen's wings before they folded back into his back.
 
The crash echoed through the hallway. Batgirl noted Clawed Rose taking out the gaurds, impressed by the exsecution and her innitiative. she turned to follow the hallway, "Good job, Fallen, 'Rose--" A ding came from the elevator Batgirl turned, the doors opened, and to her horror, she found the car packed with carries of explosives. Batgirl understood now. If the elevator hit the bottom undetered, it would have set off the charge, however, if someone or something was to stop it a timer would make sure to relieve the subject blocking it. The timer was counting down--they had seven seconds before detonation. It was impossible to stop, they only had a chance to survive if they tried to out run it.


Batgirl pushed her team in front of her, "MOVE!" she ordered them. "Find a door! Get out of the hallway!" Like it had in the sewer with the dust cloud, the long narrow space would only channel the massive blast as it looked for a place to go. Getting out ofthe way and boarding up the door was the only option they had.
 
Singularity had disabled his microphone. Why? He didn't want his gales of laughter to spoil the illusion of an armoured hulk,roaring like some crazed monster terrorizing their ranks. The recorded sounds of the Tank howls playing were easily heard even upstairs,as were the sounds of the henchmen's panicked screams,and the thunderous din of his stomping and concrete hurling. He was having a blast,but he knew his comrades would disagree with him killing them. So,he simply kept them in a disorganized mess,and blocked their retreat when they made a break for it.


He was having WAY too much fun.
 
Jacobs beginning smile dropped when he saw the explosives. Things are NEVER easy. Hearing Batgirls command, he bolted with the team. He couldnt tell how many seconds he had while running, but he knew he was past four! Out of instinct, and a dire prayer, he grabbed both Batgirl and Rosa by the waist and spread his wings as much as he could. He couldn't fly through the narrow hallway, but he could at least make a flying leap at the last second.


"HANG ON!"


On the sixth second, he leapt with such a distance and through in the air, shielded the both of them with his wings as the explosion came blazing towards them. God give him strength to withstand a blast this size, cause he didn't know if he could!
 
There was nothing in her arsenal to get them out of this jam, except....Batgirl threw her long black cape around them as much as she could, hoping that Fallen's wing would fold automatically. Thanks to Wayne Tech, the cape could withstand unmeasurable heat as well as being extremely durable--most times able to block a bullet--in varying circumstances, she guesstimated it could withstand around five thousand degrees.


The sonic blast sent them tumbling down the hallway--pushing them back just a little bit further away from the roaring fireball's unstoppable fury as it barreled after them, in hot pursuit. But there was no excaping it. They were knocked out of the air as they were caught in the inferno. The heat was horribly uncomfortable, however, Batgirl didn't feel like she was burning. The fireball erupted though the hallway so quickly, only bits of the walls were on left on fire.


"We--have to get out of here," Batgirl heaved with a fit of coughing from the rancid carbon monoxide air. Her facial mask only allowed temporary filtration. Hurriedly she pulled out pocket sized rebreather filtration units and handed them to her team, provoking them on to get up and out of the danger area.
 
Jacob braced himself for the worst and tried shielding Batgirl And Rosa, and thankfully, Batgirl came prepared. The cloak covered most of Jacobs upper body, but his coat became all charred from the fire, and bits of his wings were burnt. He gritted his teeth from the pain, and pulled himself and Rosa up from the floor. Looking around, he began to cough violently from the carbon monoxide in the air, he was a bout to black out before Batgirl handed him a breather. Taking a deep breath, he regained his strength and tried to help his team-mates follow Batgirl's lead.


During which, he heard the sound of electronic laughter. His mind froze. Turning his head, in the remains of the debris, was a small box with a speaker and a joker card saying Don't play with matches!


As he gave a quick gaze to the card, all that was on his face was a look of pure hate. He then quickly turned to continue helping his comrades, but with thoughts of calm and destructive vengeance on his mind.


Wait for me Joker. I'm coming to claim your life...​
 
Rosa tucked the breather into her suit shifting into her panther form. She was done with this, in her feline form moving was so much faster and the scientists had specialized her lungs so that they could use and find even the smallest amount of oxygen in smokey air. Wincing she remembered all the experiments it took to specialize her lungs. It had involved gas chambers, burning lungs and then finally blacking out, she never knew if she would wake up the next day. Her sleek legs moved with agility through the rubble, her head sunk low and Rosa allowed her legs to pull her forward.


Suddenly a soft static came from her left but before she reached it Fallen had already found it. It was a little "gift" from the Joker, some may call it a calling card. The mastermind always left something to show the crime was of his doing. The anger and hatred that spread across Fallen's face was evident and she wondered what had cause such a strong emotion. Most people didn't like the Joker but this seemed personal.
 
Starting to feel dizzy, Batgirl pulled down the nose and mouth part of her mask to take a long drag from the rebreather. From the look on Fallen's face, he must have a serious vendetta with the Joker. She thought about the discussions with Black Canary about pschological anlysis and contemplated if it would be best to ask him later or forget about what she saw. But she could think about that later. She scanned her team, looking for serious injuries. She could tell Fallen was in pain, though nothing looked terribly serious. As for the card; if it wasn't clear before, it was clear now, the whole elevator incident was a set up. She motioned for everyone to move out. She pulled up her holographic map and determined that they were on the correct floor. Downing door a few corridors would lead them to the central hq set up of the villains. When the sound of fires crackling and roaring past, Batgirl could focus on another noise. Drilling and someone shouting out orders from a long distance and between the walls. They continued on until they came up to a small mob of henchman sporting clown masks standing gaurd outside a heavily fortified door. She motioned for attack then, sauvely, Batgirl leapt into action.
 
*Sheena had been sleeping late, having been out all night the night before, when her beeper sounded shrilly, jolting her awake. She reached for it with fumbling fingers, sitting up from her pile of blanket on the fire escape where she took shelter for the night as she saw that the call was from the Oracle, the mysterious person she had met earlier. Oracle had known of her Lycan powers and given her a beeper, telling her she would be in touch. The beeper's message now is cryptic, sayiing only to come to the UIT. She hesitates, then stands, deciding what the hell...what else does she have to do today that's any better?
 
Marcus was busy making his way through the ventilation shafts. With his xray vision, he can practically see where each turn would take him. It wasn't hard for him to maneuver his way to the place where there was 'much' activity. Marcus was directly above what would seem to be Joker's henchmen. Not long after, he notice on the far side of the hallway that there was another group. Marcus deduced that the rundown elevator, the explosions, were probably their doing. One of them leapt in front. The guards' attention shifted to the intruder. Marcus quickly took the chance and dropped the shaft's lid on top of one of them. Marcus proceeded to drop down on another one, most likely knocking him out with a kick in the face. He jerked his arm in the direction of two other who had their backs open to him. His hand released two needles which seemed to have hit somewhere in the back portion of their necks which somehow rendered them motionless. He looked in the direction of the rest of the mob.


"Now which of you muppets would like to go next?" he challenged.
 
While Batgirl caused the diversion for the newcomer to drop a surprise attack--a surprise to bothe Batgirl and the thugs--he became the distraction, after he took down several, that Batgirl used to take down a majority of the remaining from the back; while new guy took care of things from the front. Soon they were all down and incompasitated with plastict bands around their wrists. Batgirl stood straight and introduced herself, eying him obsoletly, "Batgirl," she told him
 
When Jacob saw the masks on the thugs, he had his chance, but then all the action happened that surprised even him. I need to stay alert and act quicker these days. After Batgirl introduced herself, Jacob stepped forward.


"Name's Fallen. If you don't mind me asking, where did you receive your training? those moves are known to-"


One of the Joker's henchmen moaned as he woke up from being kicked in the face. This cant wait.


"Sorry, one minute."


He walked over to the thug, picked him up by the neck and held him off the ground. While talking, Jacob drew one of his swords.


"We've had a pretty bad day, so if you make it worse, it will be your bad day."


He pressed the tip of the bladed against the henchman's Adams apple. Drawing a drop of blood.


"The Joker. Give him to us."


"pff! I know you hero types. and I know you cant bring yourself to-"


Jacob kicked one of the thugs legs, breaking in the process, making the thug yell in pain!


"I'm called 'Fallen' for a reason." Jacob said darkly. "When it comes to twisted evil, I never play nice." He rested his blade beneath the thugs eye, and tightened the grip on his neck. "The Joker is where?"


At this point, the thug looks at the rest of the supers almost pleadingly.


"He's taking charge of the drill...Bane's standing guard...government treasury...lock-boxes...please..."
 
Batgirl snapped a Napatine patch to the side of the thugs neck and shoved him out of Fallen's grip with her boot. "Fallen!" Batgirl barked, she didn't know what to say next, his outlandish action surprised her at the most; it made her think that maybe she should reconsider her own philosophy. She discarded the idea, wondering why she even thought of it. Checking her map again she said, "This is the entrance to the main vault room, the party should be going on behind the door." She didn't like the number of red blots on the otherside, but there was no other mootpoint they could get through. "This is our only way in, guess we have to use the front door." she pulled out her silver lock picking set and started working. "If you guys could weaken the hinges and the locks, this will be a while on a complicated lock this big."
 
Clawed Rose was in her feline form and with the shift came a few improvements. Her claws were capped in steel making the process of popping the hinges a bit easier. She started at the top pushing down on the hinge, pressing her claw into the metal that was softening from the friction of the pressure. Rosa forced herself not to drag her claws down the door causing damage but ultimately making more noise. She flicked her tail behind her angrily the metal was strong and tricky. This process usually came easier to her but she had never seen a metal like this.
 
Singularity noticed that the rest of the team made it to the door. He was in the middle of the room,surrounded by goons. They were all panting,bloodied,and frightened. They knew better than to run. They knew better than to go at him. All they could do was dodge whatever he threw at them. Suddenly,Singularity lunged at one of the goons,and picked him up. "You're going for a ride,punk." With a blood-curtling roar,he hurled the goon at the door Batgirl and her squad were behind. The goon slammed into the door,then slumped to the ground,unconcious,and leaving a dent near the hinge-side edge of the door. There was a sudden explosion of murmuring in the room. They were trying to figure out what to do. Hurry up,people...I'm just keeping them occupied!
 
Jacob grunted when Batgirl kicked him out of the way. At first he wanted to retaliate, but he had to remember, he's not back in Talia's little training town. He's in Metropolis where mercy is almost a lifeline. HE looked at the thug with the patch on his neck. How many people died at the foot of this man?


Batgirls commands reached his ears, and Jacob took a look at the door. it was big, tough, and though Ras' swords could cut it, Jacob on the other hand, couldnt pull it off, and he knew it. Not yet anyway.


He didnt have any tools for safecracking on him. All he could do was watch the teams back while they did their thing.


"If thats the only way in from here, you know they'll have the red carpet out for us right?" He said while guarding the rear while sticking close to the door. "Not that i mind though."
 
There was a profound 'thud' from the other side of the door and Batgirl reasoned with the various other sounds that Singularity had found his way inside. And from the ambience before, she guesses he had pounded his way in. She thought a moment then she decided on a different approach of action. Quickly she put her tools away, "This is futile, we'll just waste time if we try to get in this way." With that she jumped and grabbed the vent the new arrival had used, she pulled herself in then called for the company to follow. The vent was large enough to crawl on hands and knees, Batgirl looked at the map as she went, zoomed in on the labyrinth of vents they were passing through. Soon, as she thought it did, the vent was cut off, literally, it was cut open and the end was bent downwards and hanging about fifty feet over the floor of the vault room. Batgirl discreetly attached a repel cord onto the end, then turned herself around so she slid down it feet first. She descended quickly and efficiently to the bottom in seconds flat. At the bottom she kept the way clear of the henchmen who thought they could take on the newcomers who werent as intimidating as the huge hulking suit of armor.
 
Rosa followed suit, she really had to crouch in the vent her muscled leopard shoulders were scrunched awkwardly. Her tail flicked with irritation as her green eyes glowed in the dark like shimmer emeralds in the night. Looking through the open she spotted a huge stack of wooden crates, that if she jumped on Rosa would be able to use to maneuver to the ground. Leaping for distance instead of height her lithe body landed softly on the heavy wooden crate and within a few leaps she was standing beside Batgirl her huge fangs bared. The canines on either side of her snout were each three inches long and they gleamed a solid white that contrasted beautifully against her blood red gums and her shining ebony fur. She flexed her paws and her metal claws clicked against the ground forming a smooth beat.
 
Jacob quickly followed the team through the vents, tucking his wings in while moving. He hated the tight spaces, especially when trying to be quiet and having a fury tail flick against your nose! Moving about as they reached the end, he lofted down while trying to stay silent, and when he saw the welcoming committee behind the door, he drew his swords ready for battle. it was very rare to surprise a surprise attack.
 
Batgirl did a quick surveillance 360', looking for the one responsible for orchestrating this whole event. She spootted a heavily armored door down at the other end of the vault room, the door was cracked open slightly and then was a bright flickering light. Batgirl recognized it as the light from several powerful blow torches. Batgirl looked back at the thugs and henchmen surrounding them--they wouldn't them to reach the door without a fight They probably thought of themselves as hot stuff, working for the badest of the bad, as well as outnumbering the few good guys almost 30 to 1. No matter how strong they thought they were, they were no match. Batgirl herself had been trained to fight effectively and effiecintly, she could take them out. "Target is behind door number one on the far side of the room. Let's take out these guys, and get this thing over with." Batgirl took to action, knocking out the closest goon with a well placed kick to the temple. Several of the henchmen were packed with an array of weapons, ranging from baseball bats and crow bars, to laser cannons and flamethrowers. She set to work, dodging in and out of swings and delivering her own crippling blows with a mixture of acrobatics and raw skill.


 
Singularity smiled broadly under his helmet when the IF/F tags on his map display read that Batgirl and her squad made it to the objective. His job was done. Time to get serious. Singularity was in a slouched,almost beastial stance. He slowly straightened himself,and narrowed his stance. The room fell into a deathly silence. Such a radical change in posture in a fight...The words echoed through the room,spoken by every thug with an intact jaw.


"Oh,crap! He's gettin serious!"


Singularity laughed freely,and began to roll his fists in the opposite palms. He began to walk slowly towards one group of henchmen,and they began to back away. Suddenly,he exploded into motion,grabbing two of them,and using them as weapons against the rest of that particular group. After a few sweeping blows,his hapless targets were motionless on the floor. His weapons were still concious;he could tell by how they vibrated in his grip. He konked their heads together in a comical fashion,and lazily tossed them over his shoulder. He turned to face the assembled criminal scum,and boasted openly, "I am your worst nightmare. If you value your physical well being,disarm and surrender. I am not above lethal force." He noticed something near the back of the crowd...A tube on a shoulder...


With a cone at the front end. "Oh,shit..." The woman holding the RPG fired at Singularity. He tried to dodge,but at this distance,only the Flash would pull that off. However,he got off lucky. The rocket hit his already angled shoulder at an angle,deflecting the rocket into the ceiling. Singularity stumbled a bit;he may have been heavy,but he was off balance. Finally,rubble rained down on Singularity,burying him. He was fine,physicaly. However,he had no idea how many rockets they have. He needed to get out,fast. He rang up Oracle,by using his suit's systems to retrieve her IP Address on the communication network,and said, "Oracle! This is Singularity! I'm working with Batgirl. Mind telling me where these gangbangers are getting rocket launchers and fifty cal machine guns!?"
 
Troy was a little late to the party but he flew over to Bat girl to help her. He kicked a goon with a flamethrower and disarmed one with a crowbar with his lasso. Another pulled a gun on his and fired he deflected the bullets with his bullet proof gauntlets given to him by his mother. He then asked to Batgirl,"You need some help?"
 
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