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Marilith
03-16-2011, 10:20 AM
WARNING: I expect this RP to contain graphic violence and language, and will contain more than mild horror themes as well as whatever dark, twisted ideas and side-plots the various villains of thie roleplay can come up with. You have been warned.


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Batman: A Night in Gotham

Things have definitely not been going well for Gotham City in recent days, not since the assimilation of the Arkham Asylum into the city proper. The new political movement that was spear-headed by the mysterious "J.P.T" movement caused too much pressure on the mayor, and with things seemingly quietened down in terms of the levels of crime in the city -thanks largely in part to Batman-a new building was established, a highly maximum security prison and, over a period of a few weeks, those inmates who had once been housed on the seperate island in the Arkham Asylum were now inside the city once again. The mayor thought this would solve everything, and since the "J.P.T" group had gone into hiding afterwards it had seemed too...

And that's when everything had fallen apart.

The "New-Arkham" as it was called literally exploded, the fifteen-foot high walls around the new super-prison demolished in an instant one dark and rainy night, and from there all the super-villains who had so plagued the streets of Gotham escaped. The Joker, The Riddler, Two-Face, The Penguin, Bane, Killer Croc, Poison Ivy... all free and loose inside Gotham once more. The mayor was overthrown later the next day, some say he was killed and some say he went into hiding, but all that was known was that a new mayor was elected; a man who goes by the name of Oswald C. Iceberg...

And that's when Batman finally swung into action.

In a single night many of the more petty criminals were ruthlessly and efficiently taken down, though many of Batman's larger 'game' remained at large. Days turned into weeks as they continued to evade him, and Gotham's crime rate rose slowly but steadily. Rumours that some were hiding in the New Arkham Building grew, some said they had corrupted as high as the Mayor himself, and some said they simply remained silent, hidden in the dark and vast underworld of Gotham City, waiting for Batman to display weakness. Bruce Wayne knew his work was cut out for him so he too began to wait, striking only when he was sure he had found one. He knew these men and women couldn't stay away for too long, there had to be something big -several somethings in fact- lying in wait, and when those things finally came to fruition; he would act.


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Night #1

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High over Gotham City dark storm clouds began to roll into place, thunder cracking and booming in the background of the city, almost as a precursor to the events that would begin transpiring this night. It had been almost three weeks since "New Arkham" had been destroyed and so the criminals were on the loose but so far not much had happened. Oh a bank had been robbed and the crime rate had been rising ever-so-slightly but that was normal for this time of Year. It was almost like they had been quiet on purpose, all planning and beginning their various plots. True most of them had been in lock up for at least two years but never before had that stopped them from beginning their crime waves as soon as they were released. It was possible they were all waiting for another to make a move before beginning, but no matter what the reason this was sure not to last...

And in fact it would all begin tonight.

Ainmire Dougal
03-22-2011, 08:27 PM
David Cain looked down on the City.
It really had improved quite a bit since No Man's Land.
Pity it's started to descend again, but then that's how things worked in the world, in cycles.
Looking at the city through the lens of a sniper rifle, he managed to see things many did not, chose not to.
Many denizens of Gotham kept their heads down, and ignored the suffering, the evil around them. Until recently, he would have noted it, and moved on.
As fate would have it, he had experienced a rebirth of spirit. he was no saint, but perhaps he could become an Avenging Angel.
This city needed a light bearer. Sometimes fire must burn away the impure before the needed inner strength could be apparent.
He also decided he would find someone worthy, to pass his skills to, as a hero not an assassin. Maybe.

Zeroing in on some commotion, he watched with a clinical eye, a small gang of hoodlums, accosting a young woman on her way home.

His jaw grew taunt. His eyes narrowed, then he let out a breath and calmed. He waited for just the right moment...

The bullet pierced the head of the head gangbanger, as he was about to violate the woman, traveling through it into the chest of another thug and into the leg of another. He whistled. Damn good shot.

Now it was chaos, they looked around in fear, for the shooter. The woman forgotten.

He picked them off one by one. Leaving only one to run away with the tale.
The woman shivered in a ball, eventually she got up, covered in blood, and wandered away.

{Who knew making a difference could feel so good?} He smiled to himself and slinked away into the night, the shell casings taken with him, leaving no trace.

RisingPhoenix
03-30-2011, 10:11 PM
The porcelain cup floated over to her as she took it into her awaiting hands and began to sip on the delicious tea. Her mind was on a restful night with no crime and no interruptions. She turned on the flat screen T.V. and sat comfortably in her lush chair. It was her day off from the normal stage magician job that she had, in fact she had the entire week off, which she enjoyed. Sipping again on the tea, she listened to the storm roll and in felt a dark aura befall the city of Gotham. She was no tarot reader, but her powers and abilities allowed her to feel the aura around her and she sensed darkness.

Standing to her feet, the tea cup floated over to the table and positioned itself atop the saucer. She rushed into her room and opened a spell book she had obtained in her travels. The pages flipped through by themselves and stopped on a spell or rather a prophesy. Reading it, she became worried. It was not a good omen at all. Rushing into her secret lair, she turned on the monitor and activated the system. It had been a while since she powered on the system.

Jonas Garland
03-31-2011, 02:02 AM
Hub City, America’s most corrupt settlement had quietened down in recent years. With the arrival of Mayor Myra Connelly Fermin, and the influence of the Question, the corruption had been thoroughly knocked on the head. Or rather it had been knocked on the head to an acceptable standard. There would always be corruption in Hub City, but alas the Question was no longer needed there. Not for a while at least.

Vic Sage (The Question’s alias) was a well-known figure with the local news in Hub City and the surrounding areas, and was also known in Gotham City. It was here Vic Sage would he stationed next. He knew exactly what he was dealing with, and as the Question, he knew how to work it out.

Aristotle Rodor, the professor whom had created the mask from one of Gotham’s villains, had provided Vic with a place to stay over his time in Gotham. This gave Vic a place to stay whilst he wasn’t the Question. Not even Batman knew the Question’s identity, not that the Bat ever wanted to, both of them respected their privacy.

The red Volkswagen Beetle pulled up outside the apartment building, and Vic Sage was quick to get his bags inside. This was only for appearances, rather than actually staying there of course. At that moment, Vic had been wearing a white shirt, a black tie, a pair of boots and some blue trousers. When he stepped out from the rear alley, he was wearing a long blue overcoat, a blue fedora and a pair of gloves in addition to the casual wear. He had taken all but a few steps out of the door when he took a hold of his belt buckle. Suddenly a cloud of gas escaped his belt, completely shielding him as he placed on the faceless mask. The strawberry blond hair, which sat on his head, was now dark brown in colour. His shirt was orange, and his overcoat looked darker. His transformation from Vic Sage to the Question was small, but it was quick. It also provided him with a good enough disguise. Vic Sage was the real mask, a third persona covering his real, broken identity.

With that in mind, it was time to act. The Question walked down the street, he wasn’t in any hurry, the city wasn’t speaking to him. When the city didn’t speak to him, then nothing was happening. For now he would just observe, waiting for the city to react, waiting for the screams, and waiting for the criminals to show their ugly face.