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Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Kryptonian Crusader on Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:07 am

The Joker is dead. Batman roams the streets of Gotham. The criminals from Arkham City are being transported to prisons all over the nation. Gotham is at what appears to be peace. Until...
In one swift move, thousands of criminals break from captivity or transport and converge on the center of Gotham City. That was two weeks ago. Now, Gotham burns. The criminals rule the streets. Anything can happen. And some believe that not even the Batman can save Gotham this time.

Deaths: Allowed (As long as you have permission from both players)
Resurrections: 2 (As long as they are original and make sense)
Last Minute Death Escapes: 5
Non-Arkhamverse Characters: Allowed (As long as they can be well translated into the Arkhamverse)

Characters

Batman/Bruce Wayne: The Kryptonian Crusader
Red Robin/Tim Drake:
Robin/Damian Wayne:
Nightwing/Dick Grayson:
The Joker/Martha Wayne: A1 Nutboy
The Joker: ArkhamInmate326
Raven:
Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzell:
The Mad Hatter/ Jervis Tetch:
John Blake: Archie
The Red Hood/Jason Todd:
Hush/Thomas Elliot:
Scarecrow/Johnathan Crane:
Hugo Strange:
Two Face/Harvey Dent:
Killer Moth:
The Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot:
Black Mask/Roman Sionis:
Solomon Grundy:
Hammer:
Sickle:
Killer Croc:
Commissioner Jim Gordon: Croc
Harvey Bullock:
Catwoman/Selina Kyle:
Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley:
Mr. Freeze/Victor Freeze:
Ventriloquist and Scarface/Arnold Wesker:
Clayface/Basil Karlo:
Azrael:
Victor Zzasz:
The Riddler/Edward Nigma:
Firefly/Garfield Lynns:
Matches Malone:
And any other Batman character that you can think of!

SPOILER: SHOW


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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by Croc on Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:09 am

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Been waiting for this. Jim Gordon please.
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Kryptonian Crusader on Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:21 am

Croc wrote:
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Been waiting for this. Jim Gordon please.
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You got it.
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by Archie on Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:38 am

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Can I be John Blake please? Or if not Two-Face.
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Kryptonian Crusader on Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:44 am

Archie wrote:
Spoiler:
Can I be John Blake please? Or if not Two-Face.
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Well this was a sequel to Arkham City, but if you can put him into the Arkhamverse, then yeah!
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by Archie on Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:46 am

The Kryptonian Crusader wrote:
Archie wrote:
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Can I be John Blake please? Or if not Two-Face.
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Well this was a sequel to Arkham City, but if you can put him into the Arkhamverse, then yeah!
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Yeah I reckon that I could Smile
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by Croc on Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:49 am

Gordon stood on top of the GCPD building, watching over Gotham as it fell apart at the hands of criminals. Bullock was sat next to him smoking a cigar, trying to forget his problems.

A big explosion was seen from far away, one of Gotham's bridges fell into the river below it, crushing people under rubble, drowning them, or trapping them inside their own cars.

Screaming, pain, blood, this city was full of it. And nothing could be done about it. Gordon turned away from the city and faced the Batsignal, watching it shine into the dark sky.

"You think he's comin'?" Bullock asked before taking another puff of his cigar.

"He's got to come, he knows that this is the time we need him most. He knows he's our saviour." Gordon replied. The sky was full of smoke, so much that you couldn't even see the moon or any clouds.

"He's got to come." He repeated to himself.


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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Kryptonian Crusader on Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:51 am

Archie wrote:
The Kryptonian Crusader wrote:
Archie wrote:
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Can I be John Blake please? Or if not Two-Face.
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Well this was a sequel to Arkham City, but if you can put him into the Arkhamverse, then yeah!
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Yeah I reckon that I could Smile
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But you'd have to introduce him for this universe.
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Kryptonian Crusader on Sat Jul 28, 2012 10:09 am

Batman watched from a rooftop as a small man held a little boy against a wall, a knife to his throat. The boy whimpered with fear, his eyes glistening with tears. This just went to show where Gotham had went wrong. Bruce was foolish to think that everything was over. In fact, it had just begun.

Wayne stared up into the sky, at the Bat-Symbol. It gleamed in the sky with a power that it never had before. Batman sighed. It was another night in which he wouldn't be able to answer it. He stared up at the sign for a while longer, before leaping into action, propelling himself feet first towards the would-be murderer.
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by Croc on Sat Jul 28, 2012 10:29 am

"It's been a hour, Gordon. You're going to wear the bulb out if you keep it going like this." Bullock said behind Gordon, while putting out his cigar. Gordon looked at the signal in the sky one more time and then pulled the switch down, turning the signal off. It was now two days since Gordon had seen him, and the days that he didn't see him land on the roof of the GCPD building were the days he couldn't sleep at night. Worried that something had happened to him. That one of his enemies had finished him off for good. Gordon removed his glasses and cleaned them with a piece of cloth that he took out of his pocket, he then put it back and pushed the glasses back onto his face.

Gordon couldn't go home, nobody could. Him, Sarah and the rest of the police force now all lived in the GCPD building, sleeping in cells, living under the same roof. If something ever happened there, they wouldn't have any other place to go. You can't even be on the streets for a second with inmates from Arkham and Blackgate running around on the loose. The city has changed, the criminals now own it, and nobody but Batman and his team of sidekicks can stop them. Not even Gordon can stop them. They've killed enough officers already, he didn't want to send more to their deaths. They were mostly safe where they were, it was the little gangs that had taken over the area, no big name villains with gangs as big as armies, luckily.
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Joker on Sat Jul 28, 2012 10:43 am

Current Synopsis

Spoiler:

Alright, this is a confuzzling thread even to me, so:


1. The reason there are two Jokers is because this is a reboot of an older rp, loosely set in the Arkhamverse where there were multiple clones, here they both believe themselves to be the only one, and it is ambiguous if either is possibly the 'real' one. They will probably both be trying to prove which is the original with much bloodshed and chaos. The Arkhamverse one was never cremated as well. (This has actually been done in DC, with this guy [Only admins are allowed to see this link])

2. Seeing this is a reboot is it not necessary to know the prior events of the rp though it may of been caused by Dr. Hurt in the last. So it is pretty much set in a Nolanverse merged with an Arkhamverse.

3. Also some other so far non-Arkham characters Batman has been fighting in the unwritten past like Deathstroke or Anarky exist here. He's also been fighting both Jokers and other miscellaneous copycats throughout time.

(Here the old is anyway [Only admins are allowed to see this link])

Any new story updates will be beneath this sentence if this goes on for long enough.

Current characters confirmed to exist and important to the story.

Batman [Only admins are allowed to see this image]

Joker [Only admins are allowed to see this image]

Commissioner James Gordon [Only admins are allowed to see this image]

John Blake [Only admins are allowed to see this image]

Joker(man) and Harley, Harleen Francis Quinn [Only admins are allowed to see this image]

Two-Face, Harvey Dent [Only admins are allowed to see this image]

Anarky [Only admins are allowed to see this image]

Ace [Only admins are allowed to see this image]









Somewhere in Gotham, somewhere in the streets, somewhere out there, you can hear it. Somewhere you can see it. There was a dull grey, unmarked, van, headlights stalking the asphalt, luminescent against the darkness, and the sounds of the engine rumbled as the vehicle passed silent sidewalks and moved between elaborate buildings that squashed out the life that still clung to this concrete cage of a city. The world was a prison, and the only thing that you had left, as a citizen of Gotham, was your mind, struggling against work, against relationships, against your own body, until you finally fell into death. Gotham was the end, and it was the beginning. So many buildings paid their silent respects to fallen businessmen and dead, used women. Brothels were driven past, and their ragged, hopeless inhabitants.


Somewhere in the back there were three people, one a woman in grey who just sat there looking rather bored, albeit smiling, hands scuttling at handcuffs, and a heavyset woman cop who kept checking her watch, and her superior, an average looking male cop without a cap, silently picking at a bump on the back of his neck.

A reedy voice broke the silence.

"I am the razor."

"It is now up to you. As you know your process was both a botched and a highly successful procedure, and with the information you have been provided, it is virtually intrinsic that you will accomplish your mission. Welcome to the city of Gotham."

The male cop, an important looking, stern, and also entirely corrupt 'officer' of the GCPD tried to keep his eyes on the woman's, as she watched him, smiling, and only smiling. She was overly thin, messy brown hair, seemed frail, but also very wrong. In the confines of Belle Reve, long ago, she had carved into her face, through her mouth with a butter knife, before anyone could stop her, and there were stitches on the unhealed, open wound, both sides of her mouth. He had been in the force for too long to not be able to tell looks were absolutely nothing. People were much worse than they seemed, always. And if this was really.. the...

He stood up, as the van came to a stop somewhere in a back alley of the dense city, and opened the back door, and then the woman was out, and then she had just disappeared into the night.


"What was that all about? Why'd we let her go, she's the one who did that to her face in solitary?" The female cop asked.

"Just doing the job, Jane." He answered, shutting the door.


And then the van went on its course into the night.


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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Kryptonian Crusader on Sat Jul 28, 2012 11:18 am

Bruce angled his cape upwards, allowing his body weight to shift into his feet, before slamming his armored boots into the criminal's abdomen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little boy dash off into the distance, nodding a silent thank you as he did so. Batman nodded back, as he picked the man up with one arm.

"Do you know who I am?"

The man whimpered with fear. "Answer me," Wayne growled. The man struggled against Bruce's grasp, but couldn't wrench free. He noticed, and tightened his grip.

Batman stared at the man's jacket badge. In bold, black embroidered letters, were the word's "Black Mask". Bruce knew the name all too well. He motioned towards the badge. "Why does Black Mask want the boy! Answer me...and don't even think about lying!" He struggled once more, and Batman retaliated by slamming his fist into the man's stomach. He moaned in pain, but Bruce didn't notice. He was too busy staring at a piece of fabric left on the ground.

Curious, Wayne dropped the crook to the ground, leaving him gasping for air. He knelt down and picked up the cloth as he stared at it. The realization was instant. He gripped it in his closed fist, swearing in his mind. The cloth was also embroidered, with a small letter. One simple letter.

A, he thought to himself.

The same letter that had been left behind at the scene of multiple underground riots, as well as various vigilantistic crime scenes.

A.

"Anarky." The name uttered from the Dark Knight's lips. The boy was the vigilante known as Anarky. And Batman had just let him slip through his fingers.

In anger, Bruce turned around and punched the thug in the face, knocking him out instantly.


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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Joker on Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:12 am

8:00 P.M.

Just an ordinary night near the dingy red light district, and right on the other side of hellish poverty was Gotham Square, where the well decorated, expensive interior of a hotel operated its rounds. Outside people walked by on the sidewalk, visible through the windows on the front of the building and through glass double doors, living out their lives, trying to ignore the stories and sights of chaos in the other quarters of the city that was their prison, as massive billboards, neon lights, towering skyscrapers and hundreds of windows looked down on the streets, the cars, the stalls. The attractions of Monarch Theater, and closer by in that next district, the attractions of tawdry men and women, beckoned.

A single person walked down the sidewalk in front of the building, a suitcase in one hand.

None of these things out here interested the black suited individual. There was only one sole goal that interested this lone stranger to Gotham.

Tonight, lodging at the Peace and Good Hearts Hotel.


Disease and illness had struck many areas of the city, besides the vast surge of crime that had hit a large portion of the city not far from this district. The thin, black suited woman checking in passed into the building unnoticed by the other people inside, not even with a surgical mask over the lower half of her face. She came through the doors, striding surely over to a desk where a bored looking man worked, trying not to fall asleep. He put on his square glasses and warily looked away from the person standing over him, to a computer screen.

"Hello, I'm Josephine Grey. I would like to check in, one room. And I won't be here for long, just for the night, thank you."

"Room 301, ma'am." The blonde, pudgy man replied, after a minute of just sitting there.


The woman left the front room, making her way through an arch to a set of elevators. After a short wait, they were inside. Amazingly enough no checks and balances had to be went through, not even ID was asked for.


Later, once their presence had entered the halls, the person stalked towards their place here.

The room was small, just a bed, a desk, its chair, a lamp, a ceiling light, and the door to a bathroom.

The suitcase was placed on a cheap bed, at the end of the room and then two purple gloves opened it, and the owner's eyes surveyed their collection, padded with purple corduroys. Many knives were inside.

Extractor 1600 OTF knife, cupid clone, both sides of the blade double ground, with a safety catch still on the handle. Others, many others a Microtech Makora, to a AKC Concord 078, from a Rapala fillet blade. Only one gun was inside here, a Glock 17 converted to full auto. Besides these items a couple photos were underneath, and now they were taken out.

Then the case was shut. The woman sighed, pulling off the surgical mask, exposing the nasty disfigurement, a jagged glasgow smile half open, painted over with purple lipstick, held together by shoddy stitches. Then she walked over to the small wooden chair, and sat down, placing the two pictures on the desk.

One was James Gordon, the respected GCPD commissioner, happily beaming in the shot. His eyes carved out in the shape of Xs, and a smile gashed through his face.




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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by Croc on Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:52 am

Sarah was already sleeping in their cell while Gordon brushed his teeth. He thought about his daughter, worried that a gang will break into her flat and kill her so they can steal her food. And he also thought about Batman, wondering why he didn't come when the signal shined into the sky that night, and the night before. He put the brush back in the glass cup on the side of the sink, and looked at himself in the mirror. The lights in the bathroom were flickering off and on, like a ghost had taken control. The hallway outside the bathroom was filled with darkness, nothing could be seen there, and when Gordon ever looked into the mirror at night and stared at the reflection he had a bad feeling someone or something would come out of it and grab him. He sipped some water from the tap, and washed his mouth with before spitting it back out. He looked up at the mirror again, seeing the reflection of Two-Face in it, he was right behind him, or was he?

"Harv?" Gordon asked with shock and fear filling his eyes. "When the coin comes up bad it's your time to die." The mirror then cracked. A long thin crack went right through the middle of it, but the mirror didn't fall or one side drop, it just stayed there like nothing ever happened. Gordon looked behind him and Two-Face wasn't there anymore, or was he ever there? These thoughts filled his mind, like a person going crazy. Two-Face and his gang was at least three miles away from this area, so it couldn't be him, and he isn't that quick to get away like that. Gordon splashed water in his face, and left the bathroom going down the hallway filled of darkness. He then sweared out loud as he stepped on a piece of glass that was lying on the floor, he didn't take the time to bandage it and went back to his cell where Sarah was. "What is it? It looks like you've seen a ghost." She said waking up and watching him close the metal door to the cell.

"It's nothing. I just stepped on a piece of glass, it isn't that bad. I should be alright." Gordon explained sitting on the bed next to her and giving her a kiss. She took out a med kit that was under the bed, opened it, and wrapped a bandage round the cut before it got infected. "Thanks," Gordon said while pulling the covers over him and lying down next to her. "I don't know what I would do without you." "Don't you dare say that, you've got a son and daughter that needs you, if anything happened to me, you got to stay strong for them." Sarah replied. Gordon was happy that James Jr. got out of the city before it was too late, but was sad Babs didn't. "I know. Let's just go to sleep." Gordon said closing his eyes.
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Joker on Mon Jul 30, 2012 5:33 pm

Spoiler:
Just to clarify I'm the clone of the dead Joker years after AC, so there shouldn't be a Martha Wayne name up there, other than this one being somewhat based on the one in Flashpoint.

8:20 A.M.

A quiet neighborhood, in a suburb. The skies were clear, the sun was shining, and the birds chirping from the trees. Two cars, a beige sedan and a Chevrolet Aveo were in the driveway, the former the visiting paternal uncle's. The two story house, identical to the rest sat in a row, facing a row of houses designed exactly the same. Two kids, a little girl in a dull blue dress and her brother, himself in an orange jersey and shorts, were playing outside, in deep boredom. They just kicked a star spangled ball back and forth, between each other, over, and over. There was no real game, just an action to pass the time, until breakfast was ready. The nuclear family lived a relatively stable existence, only peppered with occasional domestic issues between the parents. Stress was high, and despite the husband's work as an officer in the GCPD and the mother's in a grocer, both knew it would soon be time to sell the home, or something, both of their jobs were not enough to pay the bills. The household's finances were not in good shape, and the general economy was doing terrible.

Eventually the kids stopped playing with the ball after it had rolled into the road, and they went to jumping about in the sprinkler watering the lawn.

A third car, an indistinct Dacia Logan Van, pulled up, and a tall, strange figure stepped out, slamming the door. They had left the engine idling.

The kids looked, turning from their play, as the ball rolled back up the driveway towards the grass, and was stopped by a leather boot. Then they looked into the face of the person that had come here.


The disheveled individual, arm propped on knee, wore an ill fitting wool purple trenchcoat, over a faded black vest, mismatched green shirt, and purple slacks. But the most defining feature of this person was their deathlike face, encrusted in a densely coated layer of entirely white, peeling, makeup, smiling with a crimson nasty gash of a mouth,

The clown leaned over them, green eyes just staring blankly at the children, extending an empty white gloved hand, her other clenching a crinkling bag of potato chips.

"Hi ya girly boys! who0 hoo hoo hoooo! I am Joker, friend. To Children! I am here to say hi to mom and dad, but here you go, give me a sound and a smile if you ever need anything, little ones. I'll be sure to drop by." The Joker whispered, handing the petrified girl a yellow whistle and a bit of tiny red ribbon pulled from thin air.

Then the Joker was up and across the lawn, up the porch stairs.


Just before going through the front door, she turned and waved at the children, still smiling. Then she was through the slightly ajar door, and was inside. The house was clean, everything organized, and the entryway held a vacant living room furnished with commonplace accessories from a white couch to a glass coffee table. The visitor's footsteps fell silently across the carpet, as a flat screen showed an episode of Seinfeld unfolding, not watched by anyone here. The brothers were standing in the hall on the other side of a door, raging in pent up frustration.

"You did it again, didn't you, DIDN'T YOU!?" The wife shouted from a bathroom in the house, past the brothers.

"GODDAMNIT LAURA! You don't understand!" A trim brown haired, plaid shirted ordinary looking man shouted, exasperated, neck taut with tension.

"Shut the fu#k up and stop arguing you two idiots," The equally ordinary uncle said, "We have to sell the house and move to the headquarters we'll be safe livi--"


"Y'know.........." A voice said, silencing them, "You really won't."

They turned, staring at the intruder who just crunched chips, watching them.


Then they were blown away by the instant impact of rapid gunfire straight through the Tostitos bag, lifelessly falling against the wall behind them in a bloody heap. As the dust from the blast making its mark on the wall settled, the Joker slowly walked over them, talking careful steps over blood, bullet wounds, arms, legs, and then stopped. The glock was drawn, and the bag let go. The gun leveled at a door towards the end of the hall, the Joker listened to the woman's whimpers inside the bathroom. They both know that for Laura, it was all over.



"Laura. I want you to step out of the bathroom. Remember.. I have your.. little girl. I want you to step out.. and I want to talk to you."


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Post by Croc on Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:24 am

It was morning, Gordon and Sarah got up and started getting to work.

A hour later, Gordon, Bullock and a few other cops were clearing the area of criminals that wanted to take over. Gordon held the gun in his hand at all times, worried that at any minute a thug might pop out from nowhere and attack with a large group of thugs. But the city was silent today. Nothing made a sound but the cops talking to each other and their footsteps.

Gordon took out a tincan of paint and a brush and painted GCPD on a wall. Other gangs were going it, to show that they owned the area.

Gordon gave the paint and brush to another cop, and ran over to low wall, that faced the ocean. He could see Blackgate far off, lights were flashing, and then a explosion. Gordon turned back to face the cops, thinking of what to do.

"You two get the rest of them, the others will stay with me. We can't let them break into Blackgate. If they do, we'll have more scum in this city." Gordon told them before running down the street, towards Blackgate.

The two cops ran back, telling the rest to go to Blackgate. Meanwhile across town, Gordon and a few of his men were getting close to Blackgate's bridge. A long bridge that joined Gotham with that hell hole. In the middle of the bridge were Blackgate guards having a shoot out with Two-Face's men. Guns were blazing everywhere.

Gordon saw a car sitting on the sidewalk, and got in it. Yellow wire to red wire, then it started. It drove off the sidewalk, and onto the bridge. Faster and faster, speeding past the broken down cars that blocked most of the bridge. He then slammed the car into one of the thugs, sending him over the car's roof and making him hit the road behind. Gordon turned the wheel once more, crashing two more thugs into the car and over the top.

Gordon stopped the car, and got out. All the thugs on the bridge had been taken care of, but there were more inside. Gordon ran past the Blackgate guards, and went into the small booth that had the control panel for opening the gates of Blackgate, because they had been closed again.

He pushed his index finger on a button, and the gates started to open. More criminals ran out through the gates, murdering the guards that guarded the bridge. Blood, swearing, tears, memories that wouldn't go away in Gordon's mind. Not all of them had escaped yet, and he needed the gates open, to make sure the real dangerous criminals inside didn't escape. He pushed the button to close the gates again, and then got out the booth, and ran through the gates before they closed.

He was now suck in Blackgate, and he only had three cops left with him.

He kicked open the door to a guard tower, and went in, closing the door behind him. A few guns were inside, they could use those. But still four cops couldn't take back a prison from over 100 criminals with a few guns. Batman could, but Gordon and his men didn't have the training he had. Gordon went up the stairs, and looked around at the top. He could see all of Blackgate from up there.

And he also could see Two-Face. He was on a stand, with a guard who had a rope round his neck.

"This is our home now, and nobody can take it off us. Nobody. We shall eat tonight, like we've never eaten before. We will have warm beds, and warm food. We don't need to worry about being killed, when we have gates to protect us. And we won't need to worry about the Batman, because even he can't get into our fortress. When the rest of them are finished killing each other, we shall leave, and take over all of Gotham, and nobody will be able to stop us. Nobody. We will rule this city. But now we must get rid of the scum that want use to leave our home, I'd like you all to meet, Gary. Gary's the last guard alive in this joint. And with him dead, we will have no worries. But of course we have to fair, so we shall let the coin decide his fate." Two-Face said before flipping his coin into the air, and letting it drop back into his hand.

Bad side.

He pulled a switch, and the man fell through a hole in the ground, with the rope stil ltied around his neck.

The guard named Gary was dead. Two-Face smiled and waved, before entering Blackgate's main building again.

"That basterd, he killed that man." A cop said behind Gordon.

"We couldn't do anything, we would end up dead if we went to save him. I'm just worried about the other criminals he's going let out."

"Like who?"

"KGBeast, Killer Moth and more." Gordon told him while going back down the stairs.
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Re: Gotham Under Fire

Post by The Joker on Tue Jul 31, 2012 3:25 am

The woman came out, in her khakis, yellow polo, and tear stained mascara, running down her face. She saw the bodies, and then she started screaming, hands over her face. The Joker, standing over her by about six inches, grabbed her arm, and pulled her through the doorway and down the hall.

"Yeah come.. come on." The Joker said, yanking her over the bodies with the grip. The woman was roughly taken back into the living room, the gun held to her head.

"There are many things we can do when we're feeling naughty, that can hurt others.. or ourselves. Do you know what I like to do, when I'm feeling naughty?" The Joker asked quietly, taking the woman by her braided black hair. She dragged her across the room where that coffee table was.

"No, god no DON-

"Shssh, now what I like to do, when I'm--" She slammed the woman's face into the glass, destroying the table's surface, "Very naughty, is just have some fun. While people like you and your pathetic little cops hide from the world out in these suburbs, and in their headquarters, afraid.. of the mob."

The Joker backed away, crunching the glass below boots, just like the chips, gesturing at the fallen woman who now was cradling her blood covered face. Then the gun was holstered, and for a moment there was silence. The Joker slowly nodded, several times, as her victim gaped in disbelief at the turn of events in this house.

"I just want to show you, that there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You are going to die, Laura. And then I am going to photograph your body for my collection. You will not be remembered, because you were a worthless, disgusting, sad old whore."

"They'll find you, then they'll drag you off into jail if you kill me," The woman spat, and the Joker's gaze went from her legs to her face.

"No, please no please don't I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WAN-- Please-"

The killer took the woman, across the room, held her up against the flat screen, and had out a fillet knife, pressed against her neck. Laura was silent as the cold metal scraped along her skin. The unsmiling murderer had no difficulty keeping her there. Letting loose a single, tiny pinprick of blood.

"No, no. We. MUST. Not. Restrain. Ourselves."

Then the knife slipped deep into her neck, dividing flesh, severing the woman's carotid artery and jugular. It was in and out instantly.


The Joker let the body drop to the floor, and left it to leak from the wound. After a few minutes work was over.

There was a white washcloth out on the floor away from the broken glass, and the Joker took it and stepped back outside onto the porch, cleaning the blade.

Then the house was empty.


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Post by The Kryptonian Crusader on Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:55 am

Bruce typed in some codes on the Batcomputer, before sticking the small piece of fabric into the data analysis computer. There was a faint whir of the processing unit, before the analysis was complete. "Interesting," Bruce whispered under his breath. The computer screen was filled with close up and shot angles of a single strand of hair; brunette. Batman clicked a key on the keyboard and watched as the hair was examined closer, close enough to count the DNA strands. Wayne then used the chromosome data as a cross-reference to birth records across Gotham, Metropolis, and Keystone City. None of them matched. "Well played," he whispered to himself.

"Well played indeed."
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Post by The Joker on Tue Jul 31, 2012 2:44 pm

The figure drew closer to the children, moving toward the vehicle. Everything the same. The sun was shining. The birds twirping. The cars parked in the driveway, the last's engine idling. Except the children knew their parents were dead. The Joker stopped next to the shaken little girl, jabbering into a phone, a disturbing human ghost, an apparition, metaphorically leaking an aura of violence and corruption like a black storm cloud. Then was silent, listening to a business partner. The two kids, wet to the skin from the running sprinkler across the yard, just stood in the driveway.

"Children are a commodity. A source of pleasure in my business overseas. As I told you earlier it is intrinsic that you accomplish the task I set for you all parameters clean cut and dry. A soldier always finishes the job. Bring the kids, and don't keep them for yourself like the last."


"I told you... no woman no kids. Find someone else to help you there, this girl, is mine."


The call was disconnected, and the visitor turned to the small girl, having decided upon a new course. The Clown took the speechless girl by the shoulder. Away from an empty home, away from the brother, away from a future taken away seconds ago with death and pain. Towards the vehicle. The cops would be here in several hours or less, if the neighbors had any sense to have heard the telltale sounds of gunfire.

The Joker opened the door to van and put the girl in the back, buckling her seatbelt for her. The child no longer spoke. Her ribbon clutched in a tiny hand, her black eyes simply staring into space. Either traumatized by events or rendered mute by certain medical issues she wasn't going to utter a sound anytime soon.


"I'm truly sorry for you, your mommy and your daddy all dead. Not that it matters, he gambled all that money they put towards your surgery and all. Accid
ent and consequence,"
said the Joker as she leaned close, planting a quick florid smearing kiss on the unresponsive girl's forehead, "Now you're mommy's little girl."


Then the killer climbed into the front, started the ignition, and the van was backed out of the driveway and driven off.


The phone was scrapped and simply tossed through a storm drain hours later.



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Post by Croc on Tue Jul 31, 2012 11:46 pm

Gordon and his men had now spent two hours hiding away in the guard tower from Two-Face's men. They were starting to get hungry and also needed a drink, Gordon went to the exit and opened it telling his men that he would be right back. He went into the large prison yard, and saw it was empty. He then looked over at the main building, and saw through the windows that the criminals had been let out of their cells, and it looked like they were having a party inside. He ran over to the building, and climbed up the ladder that went to the roof. Went he got up there, he took out a smoke grenade that he found the in the guard yower, and threw it into a vent that lead into the building.
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Post by The Joker on Wed Aug 01, 2012 1:01 am

The new place of residence and rest for the killer, now under another alias that had been forgotten by now, was simply another apartment somewhere. And the transition from serial murderer to civilian was easily and spontaneously acquired with the removal of makeup and dye. Most of the time the scars were themselves concealed under a paper thin procedure mask, and the woman passed through society unnoticed, in fact it was just as easy to do so entirely under all the makeup and costuming. People never really noticed anything until shots were fired, until it was already too late. By now it was some time into the night. This enforcer almost never slept, pacing back and forth through dark rooms discoursing under their breath, waiting.

Elsewhere in the room the girl lay asleep on a bed under white sheets. Her hair had been dyed black exactly like her eyes, and cut short. With near catatonic silence there was unspoken acceptance, perhaps. Or at least the inability to refuse.

The only sounds were the sleepless city's cars outside, and the ticking, scrabbling of the woman's hands prodding at the lacerations along the sides of her mouth, jagged flaps kept open by blades and by fingers; The Joker had no discomfort with physical injury, simply finding it and especially others' intense emotional outbursts over it amusing.

Bruce Wayne. He was in the shot next to Gordon's on a chair, with no real expression at the camera. Unlike the photo of the GCPD hero, his had no marks. He was Gotham's prince, a synecdoche synonymous with wealth and cheats, a man whose butler was a prestigious ex-RAF and secret agent, a man who lived in an American castle, a man whose daily escapade was written down as if it was just as much of interest as today's shooting or last week's bombing by Mad Stanley.. so of course he was the target of her most personal goal. While the officer who had released her from a brief dull time spent in Belle Reve wanted Gordon dead for job reasons, she wanted Bruce for personal reasons, and information was exchanged on these matters. Gordon was her target, starting tomorrow. Him and his cops would be a challenge. Next up for the game of life was the handsome Mr. Bruce Wayne. His birthday, February 19th, was coming up, and that meant a birthday party to attend.


The killer took to the bed and under covers, and held the small nine year old raven haired girl like a personal teddy bear, and thought of all the wonderful things to do a happy family.
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Post by ArkhamInmate326 on Wed Aug 01, 2012 6:08 am

A light shone in the dark room. A single solitary beam moved its way though the room, until it found the switch. A slender, purple gloved hand flicked the light switch. A stolen gurney was wheeled into the rather small dirty room. Atop the gurney was a body that was.... deteriorated. The skin was a canvas of reds and pinks; the skin had been eaten away, and black around the eyes was pronounced. A steady stream of tears was falling from the girls face as she stared at the corpse.

"Mrs. Quinn, someone is here to see you." Said one of her goons.

Harley wiped the tears from her eyes, smearing her make-up.

"Send him in, dumb-ass." She said in a rude tone. A man walked in- an ordinary looking man. Except his eyes were green. Not any green. A glowing sort of green. However, when he moved or blinked, they seem to change to a pinkish sort of red.

"Wha- what do you want?" she blurted out. The man smirked, and began bubbling. Changing form. When he finally stopped, he was hulking behemoth of man; or was he a man? He was made of some sort of brown clay compound; but he seemed to have veins or something, as these glowing green lines snaked their way around his dripping, clay body.

"Cl-Clayface?"

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Post by Croc on Wed Aug 01, 2012 12:31 pm

Smoke came out of the windows below, and the doors slammed open, and criminals run out, trying to escape from the smoke. Two-Face pushed his way past them, and looked up at the roof. Seeing Gordon up there, standing, looking back at him, giving him a cold look. He flipped his coin again, catched it, and then fired. Gordon was too slow to dodge the bullet. And was hit in the chest, he wobbled back and forth, until falling off the edge and landing in the middle of the yard.
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Post by The Joker on Wed Aug 01, 2012 3:14 pm

"Evening, Gotham. We have a special guest, to talk about your current, situation."


Today a message would be sent into hacked news networks and across the internet. Anarky was a genius likely more intelligent than Batman himself, and with aid from him the Joker could not go wrong. He had many fans.

The screen focused on a person seated in a chair, broadcasting a message of populism across Gotham. The crimson cloaked figure wore a golden, expressionless, mask hidden beneath a hooded low brimmed hat. They simply held their place in the chair, hands clasped together, on a desk.

And their voice was carried across the city, for they had hacked into networks, already transmitted their message to channels, across radios. And to the people who simply lived in house and home the news would soon break the news that something was coming. In a strive for change, it had been Anarky to release the inmates upon the city.

"< Dear people of Gotham. Do you believe in your rights? Do you believe in freedom? Do you believe in the honesty, integrity, liberty, and the pursuit of justice that your government explicitly states is upheld? Even now as you look upon the truth? It is my most humble intent to help you see that truth. One must admit that in the willingness to aid others in a crime ridden city that one makes odd choices, in retrospect, however if you hold upon this choice there is a time when you will realize that you were wrong all along. The truncheon versus monetary means of aiding the poor, the continual cycle of misery via force versus socioeconomic reform that only wealth can bring. Within order there is simple delusion under the ersatz visage of fact, while in anarchy there are two sides, destruction, and rebirth into purity. Perhaps I might add that in a way this is more mere message to you, than to you all, as an individual if you understand so to speak as we both know who we are. >" The masked figure spoke in a deep, combined series of electronic voices melding into one authoritarian vocalization.


"<To the people, a lack of a Gotham City death penalty is foolish and in fact brings more sickness into this city. What lives could be saved by the murder of one despicable individual; take Two-Face for example: the disbarred D.A. is holding a massive building under lock and key, murdering the GCPD, and so called heroes fail and lack interest in stopping him. Had they have simply came and taken his life years ago than all the better would we all be, for this man is in control of the legal system and will never be provided with proper punishment. But a stolid insensible system of law under the guise of goodness is ours, and until it is ousted you will suffer. A world that brings death upon the common citizen as political prisoners in jails created for irrational reasons, and withholds it from the famous, the criminal, under the rule of doctors and terrorists themselves a participle of the government. Arkham City was the beginning of what could be a fate for the entirety of Gotham if we do not unite, and turn over a world that would seek the common citizen jailed in mass prisons for crimes they did not commit.>"

"< Vulse viva vox populi! I am Anarky. I believe in the freedom of the people, the breaking of the cycle that corrupts, the end of disorder. I promise you with my life, that by the end of this year, you will be free-- I promise you, that you will be safe. >"

Under all the filler it was a statement. Anarky had deduced Batman's identity just as Batman knew his.

And then the transmission was over.

It didn't take long to make itself known, escaping suppression.
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Post by ArkhamInmate326 on Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:45 am

A hand, covered in glowing green veins, touched the corpse, as Clayface stumbled. Suddenly, the arm started pulsing green, and the pieces of eaten away skin began rapidly growing back. The corpse twitched violently, taking a big gulp of air.

The Joker opened his eyes.

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