DC Beyond

Wayne-Powers Loading Bay

Though it may have appeared she was firing indiscriminately, closer inspection of Bane's targeting would indeed reveal there was reason to it - the two dinosaurs and the shabby spider-woman were the most frequently surrounded by gunfire. At least, that was the case at first, before a wave of inexplicable fear washed over everything.

For a moment, the gunfire stopped, and Bane did something very un-Bane-like - stumble back and frantically glance around at almost everyone present down below, her pupils dilated, as if anticipating danger at any second.

*Kssh-rrk* "Not... weak..." she mumbled, before her twitchy eye darted upwards, catching sight of danger approaching. Though she couldn't quite make out that it was the shabby homeless woman, she did register that it was a human lunging to kick from up high - yet not so up high that she couldn't reach her head...

Tensing up, she lowered her gun and stepped a little to the side, her stance as solid as a rock, before winding up her free arm and swinging it out in a wide arc, intending to clothesline the incoming attacker square in the face as she passed by. If it connected, it would probably do so with a mighty *CRUNCH* before the attacker likely crashed into the wall and splattered on the ground below, or possibly tumbled into the office. These freaks could be durable.

Ymir: Wayne-Powers Loading Bay

Ymir had only a fraction of a second to react to Bane repositioning to clothesline her—which, thanks to the sudden sensation of fear washing over her, was plenty of time for her perception to slow down enough to actually do something about it. So as she passed over the railing of the catwalk, her feet suddenly shot downwards and stuck onto the metal as she let go of her webline—the redirection of her momentum not only snapping the railing out of place due to her spider-like grip, but also turning said railing into a momentary pivot point which sent her arcing downwards instead of towards Bane's arm. She narrowly skimmed being clotheslined, instead tipping towards the floor catwalk and rolling to catch herself; landing in a low crouch as she plucked the broken railing from her feet and stood up to hold it like a quarterstaff.

"Nice gun," she mentioned, swiftly striking the end of the metal pipe against the wall to make it jagged and sharp, before stepping back a couple of paces and adopting a braced posture. "Two options. I drive this into your skull, or we fight fisticuffs on this catwalk like we're in an old action flick. I don't wanna kill you, but you look strong. What do you say, huh...?"

Now that she had backed up and was holding her position, she looked... disinterested. Like her heart wasn't really in having a fight at all, and she was just trying to find some kind of value in it. She didn't even look particularly scared, excluding the brief bout of fear that had come over her along with everyone in the loading bay for a moment or two. She just seemed...

...kind of pathetic, actually. Dishevelled, downtrodden, yet apparently still entertaining the notion of a fight for what was probably just Bane's sake.

Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 1st 2024 at 10:18:30 AM

Scarecrow - Neo-Gotham Rooftops

Scarecrow turned his head to see one of the dinosaur splicers from the loading bay chasing him. Considering how fast he'd have to be running to keep up with, he clearly had some kind of cybernetic implants as well. But the fact that he was resorting to trying to catch him on foot meant that he shouldn't be much of a problem.

"I don't know who you are, but I'm only going to warn you once. Get lost," Scarecrow sneered at Vincent as he began to increase his altitude. If he got high enough, this splicer should lose track of him.

...This city really is insane. First the hostile ranted some stuff and that he wasnt working with Powers, some lizard person running past her to chase the flyer, before then the theater guy shifted his immediate attention away from her, which she will gladly take if it means being given time to focus, though that was taken away by...wait. He's back? 'He' is actually back? Well, aint that lovely.

Do watch out that he doesnt sue you for stealing his likeness!

"Big difference between being inspired and a copycat."

Glancing back at the scene now that Lear wasnt distracting her, she saw as the heavy gunner was now focusing on the girl, which the Knight would be more than glad to use that distraction.

Unholstering her pistols, she pressed a mechanism on one of them, before both of them combined with each other,◊ turning from pistols to a advanced sniper rifle. They may not be as tough hitting and high caliber as the other rifle the opposing sniper shot down, but having an extra backup doesnt hurt.

Focusing on the Loading Bay once more, she went and took a few shots aimed at a few DKI goons, before then attempting to shoot at the chest of Bane.

Edited by Darkomega245 on Mar 1st 2024 at 4:42:05 AM

King Lear, Rooftops —> Loading Bay

With the Arkham Knight too busy dealing with Bane to stop him, Lear only a moment to express a bit of confusion at Vincent passing by before continuing onwards and making a majestic flying leap off of the roof, and with the aid of his glider, swooped down to ground level before discarding it and arming himself once more with his machine pistols. He looked around, trying to keep track of the Batman, when suddenly, he was hit with a wave of pure fear. His eyes widened, hair standing on end, and in an instant, everything around him became a danger. They were coming for him, they were all coming for him! They were all about to violate him, they were all about to- he couldn't let them!

He clenched the triggers of his guns so hard it was a wonder they didn't snap as he spun around like a manic tornado, shooting this way and that without any sort of pattern, all logic gone, his only objective to kill everything that moved. His desire to find Batman had, for the moment, completely disappeared. All that was left was pure flight or fight response, and he'd already taken a flight this terrible evening. The only thing he trusted was his instincts, and his instincts were telling him to KILL. Kill them all, before they could-

Then, he laid eyes on the Batman, and clarity returned. What had he been thinking? It seemed as though Batman had returned, and firing wildly like this, he could hurt him! He had to focus. Groaning and clutching his forehead before taking a deep breath, he tried to steady himself, leaping behind a nearby crate and peeking over it just long enough to fire a barrage of shots at Bane, trying to remember the way the Bat-sniper had used their weapon for maximum accuracy (though the memory was already growing infuriatingly fuzzy) before ducking down behind cover once again.

Jurassica - Wayne-Powers, Loading Bay

It was something of a shock to see another dino-mutant, swinging after the same scythe-fucker no less. No doubt the guy came from the same lab as her. Which made her feel a pang of guilt; she'd sorta just ran out and left the mad scientists to do whatever. She made a mental note to work on that at some point.

Then the fear hit. Like the roofie gas had taken offense to her not going down and called double or nothing by mashing her brain's fight-or-flight button.

Unsurprisingly, Jurassica defaulted to 'fight'. This was fortunate for her, since she could power through the feeling being pushed on her. It was, however, very unfortunate for the clown with the blaster, whose wayward shots were rapidly putting her atop Jurassica's shitlist.

"Fucking Jokerz, really?" She groused, though she supposed it was fitting to have the Jokerz here alongside knockoff Batman.

Ducking blaster fire and stuffing her now empty pistol into her belt, Jurassica ripped up a piece of metal from the truck as a makeshift shield. A shot still singed her shoulder, but her scales were tough.

"Eat shit, clussy!" She growled at the bargain-bin Harley Quinn and charged, shield in one hand and sledgehammer in the other, raised and ready to turn the clown into meat confetti.

Edited by kagescorpionakki on Mar 1st 2024 at 1:44:27 PM

Deathstroke, Window High Above Loading Bays

By the time the incoming Bat was at the proper height to throw his little explosive, Slade had stood, backed up a couple steps, and readied himself with a laser-pistol in hand. It was almost laughable. This was going to be so pathetically easy—

Like the confusion of a short while prior, now he was hit with another of the empath's emotions, this one much more intense than the last: pure, unadulterated fear.

NO! he mentally roared in furious defiance against his own rebelling neurons, even as he felt the physiological effects take hold in spite of himself, nine times faster than they would effect an ordinary man. I have NOTHING to fear! NOT ANYMORE!

Channeling the unwanted feelings into his incredibly honed combat response, he looked to the Bat and saw—

—Joey fallen to his knees and glaring up at him in hatred, his father's sword embedded through his dying chest—

His enemy's words roused Slade from his horror just quickly enough that he could shift his stance to let the incoming batarang sail right past him, where he glimpsed—

—Wintergreen's dead, bleeding head mounted on the wall—

—against which the errant projectile collided and erupted in a fiery explosion with a terrific BOOM! When next Slade looked at it, he would see the weapon had left a massive, gaping hole in the wall. But first, he whirled back around to face the Bat... who was flying away, evidently not sticking around to see if his hit-and-run had the intended effect.

Deathstroke took a deep breath, held it, then let it out in a slow hiss as he shoved the pistol back in its holster with more force than necessary. The ongoing false fear was still buzzing in the back of his brain, but for now he was overcome with a much more powerful rage.

"Whoever's doing this is a walking corpse," he decided as he laid back down with his thankfully undamaged sniper rifle, "but I won't kill them. Not yet. First, I'm going to make them suffer more than they can even imagine..."

Adjusting his aim and scope from place to place, he quickly took stock of the situation on the rooftops and further down. New Scarecrow was ostensibly at odds with his employer, so he wouldn't be getting any help from Deathstroke, but neither would the mercenary put the up-and-coming rogue in his crosshairs. The crowned and masked man who had been interfering with the false Bat had taken to the ground and was firing at Bane the Second — either a cape in spite of his earlier actions, or an opportunistic ne'er-do-well. The fake Knight had somehow gotten her hands on another sniper rifle and was also firing at Bane II, who was additionally being attacked by the maskless speedster urchin. The dinosaur metahuman was at first assisted by another dinosaur metahuman, the latter ruining the transport trucks and then taking off after Neo-Scarecrow, the former charging furiously at... a clown woman who was in hysterics from fear gas?

Slade had gotten a list of all the irregulars who were to be on Powers' side for the night's likely confrontation, and this hadn't been one of them. His memory being photographic, he knew he wasn't simply forgetting someone who hadn't been mentioned. This unknown icon of clownery shot all the way to the top of his suspect list for "psychic whose life I am going to destroy", but there was no way he could be certain without more information. As much as he didn't mind ruining the life of a random, uninvolved party, he'd rather not waste his time with the wrong person.

Deciding to look into it later, Deathstroke returned to targeting the Bat imitator, or more specifically, her second rifle. With several more squeezes of the trigger, shrieking of lasers, and winks of light from his barrel, a number expertly-aimed of shots flew towards the Arkham Knight until Slade's rifle was at risk of overheating again. The first three went for the opponent's rifle, and the rest were aimed squarely at the middle of the torso.

As he worked, Slade considered what the actual inheritor of the Bat's mantle was doing right about now. He had a few hypotheses, some of which demanded that he head to different locations throughout the building, but those could safely be saved for after taking care of at least one of the nuisances above and within the loading bay lot.

Vincent - Neo-Gotham Rooftops

By the looks of things, the winged thief is in no mood to banter, fight, or otherwise engage with Vincent; But the hybrid isn't about to just let him have a choice on the matter. As the Scarecrow starts gaining altitude, Vincent quickly realizes he won't be able to match his height if he keeps climbing.

Or at least, not for long. He's got one shot at stopping his ascent, or this chase is a bust.

Vincent uses the railing on the edge of the rooftop as a ramp, giving a mental order to his implanted KERS to dump all the stored energy into his legs, propelling the hybrid up into a massive jump to match, and ever so slightly surpass, the Scarecrow's current height.

Raising his tail behind him, he only gets a split second to decide on a target; Wings? Too much risk of collateral from falling canisters. Arms, legs, body? Same deal. Jetpack? Jackpot.

The Hybrid's tail launches forwards and extends, aiming a stab from its sharp tip right at the Scarecrow's propulsion to prevent him from gaining altitude and staying airborne forever; preparing himself to have his tail wrap itself around his target and reel himself in should his initial attack fail to find its mark.

Checkpoint-Driving Very Angrily Toward Stately Wayne Manor

Amity Brozius was in a rotten mood. First, she'd had to "slap down" an arrogant rookie from the Falcones for trying to muscle in on a little operation in Burnside that had been making her money for the past year. Cops getting a handout she could allow...but not trying to take *her* loot and thinking that she wouldn't notice. Were they trying to make a move? Next, her higher-ups had pitched a fit over the fact that she still didn't have any information on the series of attacks that the news was calling the "Saint Stabbitha Killings" because they'd all happened near statues of saints. Maybe I should just frame one of these arrogant punks, get the bosses off of my back. And last but not least, she was late for her "errand" at Wayne Manor.

Powers didn't trust her as far as he could throw her, of course, and she didn't blame him. The Bertinellis in particular didn't like him, and none of the families felt warmly towards Powers anyway. But she was an expert in metas (at least in theory) and keeping organized crime happy by hiring her was on the surface a good plan. Therefore it was probably Fixx's idea.

Her car skidded as a corner was taken too quickly, and Amity punched her wheel in frustration. If she cut through Burnley, hopefully, she could pop out near the road to the old man's house and cut her time. Or maybe she should change into her costume and pretend to be some "vigilante" out for a quick buck by breaking in? But that might put her rep with Powers in danger, and if a "mystery woman" were seen creeping around it would raise even more questions.

The gate leading up to Wayne's house looked long and too secure. Cursing, Amity realized that she hadn't even considered how she was supposed to get inside for her "wellness check." It would be just like Powers to arrange for her to get caught "trespassing" and use it to push her further under his thumb, especially since Gordon took a dim view of Powers for some reason. She paced a few steps away from her car, muttering a litany of profanity, until she spotted a well-hidden gap in the fence. Strange that Wayne hadn't had this repaired, given his focus on security technology. Some of the branches looked bent, and there might have been a few black threads stuck on the spokes of the fence. Had someone already pushed their way through?

Amity grinned. A "home invasion" would be an excellent reason to "check" on Wayne. Poor old fellow might get hurt by the burglar! Perhaps even shot! (In the back of her mind, though, another unfamiliar voice spoke up.Is this really what you want to do? How do you want to live your life? As a hired gun, pulling this city further into the muck?). Pushing away the faint sound of her conscience, she started jogging across the lawn toward a side door, checking to make sure she had an "unlicensed" gun in her pocket in case the intruder wasn't armed. It would make the scene look all the more real if things worked out.

Edited by Booky on Mar 3rd 2024 at 8:41:16 AM

Harley, Loading Bay

"SHADDAPSHADDAPSHADDAP... shaddap... shaddap...?"

The world came back into focus. The last minute had been a blur, a whirlwind of fear and confusion. She could barely remember. She prayed things hadn't gone too crazy. Didn't want to hurt no-one who didn't deserve it...

She'd have to table that thought. She wasn't sure what was happening but it wasn't good. No one said T-Rex was on the menu!

"Holey shmoley—!"

She had to act fast. She channelled her inner gymnast, leaping into the air, up and over the angry T-Rex.

"That's just dandy, want some candy!?"

She reached into her belt, pulling out some gumballs, tossing them down overhead in one fell swoop. Assuming they made contact they'd explode into mounds of laffey taffy, wrapping the prehistoric punk in oodles of pink sticky goo. Least it was tasty.

The fear began to ease. In its place was a touch of anger, sprinkled with a smidge of mania. It wasn't nearly as strong but could prove dangerous to the unprepared. She blew a kiss, landing with a twirl, giving a bow to an unseen audience.

"Thank yew, thank yew, be here all week~"

Edited by kkhohoho on Mar 2nd 2024 at 11:20:49 AM

Scarecrow - Neo-Gotham Rooftops

"Slag!" Scarecrow swore as he saw Vincent leap up to match his height. And then the splicer used his tail to stab his jetpack. "SLAG!!!"

One of the thrusters on Scarecrow's jet pack sputtered and died, leaving him with only one keeping him up. Already, Scarecrow started to lose altitude, and inertia was the only thing keeping him at top speed, but he could feel the lack of thrust and additional weight was already slowing him down.

Flying wasn't going to be an option for escape anymore. Scarecrow would have to land, fix up his gear, and wait it out for a few hours until he could return to Wayne-Powers and get paid for the goods he'd recovered. But before he could do any of that, he had to loose the splicer.

Scarecrow looked around the at nearby buildings. One skyscraper had most of its lights off, indicating it was an office building closed for the night. He used his wings (which were thankfully still working fine and giving him the maneuverability needed to control his descent, something Scarecrow suspected the splicer had done on purpose) and turned towards it, but he wasn't heading for the roof. No, that could potentially leave Scarecrow stuck, and he'd be left having to fight his pursuer directly, a battle that his opponent would not only have an edge in, but would require Scarecrow to put down the canisters and risk their security.

No, Scarecrow was positioning himself towards the building's windows, and once he'd gotten himself close enough to it, he wrapped his wings around the body before he hit the glass. With his speed and metal wings, there was no stopping Scarecrow from breaking the glass, and he was ready to tuck and roll once inside. The only question was, how well would the splicer fair when the impact happened?

Jurassica - Wayne-Powers, Loading Bay

As the clown leaped clean over her, Jurassica had to begrudgingly admit the girl had moves. Hopping a solid ten feet into the air was impressive.

Wouldn't help her though. Not against someone who outweighed her by an easy two hundred pounds.

Jurassica spun on her heel, footclaws digging into the concrete as she forcibly stopped her own momentum and re-propelled herself in the other direction, just in time to get hit on the snout by - was that a gumball?

Actually, it was apparently a sticky grenade. Between the sudden taffy bath and the manic anger radiating from the clown, Jurassica outright shook with fury. With a mighty roar, she tore through the taffy, the goo only marginally slowing her down, and flung her makeshift scrap-metal shield at Harley with bone-shattering force.

The dino herself managed to tear free a moment later, leaving Harley precious little time to flee before a quarter ton of muscle and scale was on her again. This time, Jurassica used an overhead hammer swing, trying to predict another acrobatic move and smack the clown out of the air.

Vincent - Neo-Gotham Rooftops

A hint of a smile forms on the hybrid's face as he hears the sound of the dying turbine, followed by the swears of its operator; as gravity starts pulling the splicer back to Earth, his tail latches on the edge of a nearby rooftop to swing back upwards, killing his downwards momentum and landing onto the roof to continue the chase.

"Come on, pick a landing spot already...!" He mutters to himself as he runs after the glider, waiting for him to make a move. And make a move he does, causing Vincent to curse under his breath as he watches the scarecrow dive into a building; he'd seen him throw gas around back in the loading bay, and interior spaces don't offer much in terms of air circulation.

Regardless, Vincent decides to follow suit, running along the wall of the opposite building to approach the window, jumping across feet first and breaking through the window right next to the one his opponent used, sliding on the floor as the uses his momentum to push himself back upright, skidding to a halt.

"Alright, so!" He speaks up, nonchalantly walking towards the Scarecrow to close the distance, but a fair bit away still. "Now that the ATC has revoked your clearance, can we finish this? It'll be quicker and less painful for the both of us if-"

He pauses, holding up a finger. "'Scuse me, one second." Making a sidestep towards the water cooler, he fills himself a goblet and nearly downs it entirely in one gulp. "Okay, much better. What I'm tryin' to say is-" He resumes, leaning against the machine, pointing at the canisters in the Scarecrow's arms with his goblet hand, "-You don't exactly look like the type of person that should be trusted with anything with that many hazmat labels. Just give me the stupid things, and we can both go home at a somewhat reasonable time and remain friends, whaddaya say?"

Frostbite - Neo-Gotham Rooftops

Frostbite donned a simple white mask to compliment her black outfit. She didn't understand how someone with her giant stature, wings, and blue-grayish scales had avoided being identified by the authorities at this point, but there were many things she didn't understand. Like why turning people into weird mutants seemed to be one the premier use of genetic superscience, as opposed to… literally anything else on God's green earth. So for now, she'd count her lucky stars that she had managed to maintain a low profile.

She noticed a peculiar man in a plague mask flying off to the roof with some stolen goods, packing some canisters of dangerous lppoking material on his back. Hot on his heels was another splicer, a sprinter with a serious case of Dino DNA with the capable to jump up a building in a single bound.

“What an extremely normal and trustworthy individual,” thought the dragonoid splicer.

She flew up after Vincent, her wings flapping as she looms above the two of them.

“I'd have to agree with his assessment. Not exactly a fan of people stealing very dangerous materials.”

For now, she just waited to see what he did next.

Harley

Well crap. For once she thought she'd done good! Fat chance of that. She leapt over the shield, only to make herself a sitting duck. She slammed to the ground, rubbing her ribs as she winced.

"Shit..."

This was not how she wanted it to go. She just wanted a job, a place to belong. She didn't want Barney to mangle her to death! Six figures wasn't worth her death bed. If she got out of this she needed some serious upgrades...

Carpenter II

By the time Jasmine had recovered from her fear-induced hallucination, in which she hadn't really done any damage to anyone or anything, the battleground that was the loading bay had only gotten more chaotic, and she knew that if she was smart, she'd be getting the hell out of there.

That thought was interrupted by the sound of someone hitting the ground, and Jasmine noticed that it was the clown girl who'd startled her earlier. She looked to be in bad shape already, and that wasn't even counting the dinosaur that was about to be on her ass.

("This is going to be the stupidest slagged thing I've ever done...!")

Before she had time to talk herself out of it, the Carpenter was running towards Harley and dragging her bodily by the hand, doing her best to keep her from getting squashed or worse by Jurassica.

Edited by Bored_Man on Mar 2nd 2024 at 7:07:08 AM

Scarecrow - Office Building

Scarecrow got up, letting go of one canister for a moment so he could free up one of his arms to use his scythe by holding the two loose canisters in one arm. He watched as Vincent crashed into the room and took the time to grab a drink as he taunted him. And then he saw yet another splicer fly up to the windows. This one, a dragonoid of some kind, hadn't been at Wayne-Powers.

"So, you invited a friend," Scarecrow said to Vincent, holding his arms to his sides. "But for someone who seems to realize how hazardous these materials can be, you don't seem to be taking this situation very seriously." With his scythe hand, Scarecrow pulled a grenade off his belt. "Why, you don't seem to be afraid at all," he continued to taunt as he tapped a button on the grenade. But he didn't move his arm at all. "I can fix that."

With the press of a second button, fear gas started hissing out of the grenade in Scarecrow's hand as he stood unconcerned, his gas mask keeping him safe from the effects. "You might be fast, but you don't seem to have the proper... protective gear on," he snarked as he began to slowly walk back towards the elevators and stairs as the gas continued to fill the room. "Of course, we won't have anything to worry about if you don't get any closer. You can still walk away unharmed... but the clock's ticking."

Vincent - Office Building

"Nope, didn't invite a soul." Vincent noted with a shrug, glancing out towards the second splicer on the scene. "You're welcome to join, though!"

Tossing his goblet into the bin, the hybrid weighs his options as the Scarecrow pulls out one of his grenades and tries to intimidate him into backing down; Whatever gas is spewing out of that thing does not look like a good time, but he doesn't see any obvious way to get around it to block his opponent's escape either, let alone mitigate the effects of whatever gas is filling the room. That is, until a fat red cylinder nearby catches his eye.

"Alright, slag it, negotiations over!" Vincent speaks up as he steps forwards, grabbing the fire extinguisher from the wall and pulling the pin as he breaks into a run, holding the nozzle in his other hand, as close to his airways as possible and pointed forwards, clamping down on the lever to dump its contents as he charges ahead to run past the Scarecrow and block his exit route.

While far from perfect, the compressed gas pushing away the fear toxin ahead does mitigate its effects somewhat, still making the splicer feel a sharp pain in his chest as he makes it to the other side and turns around to face the thief, jabbing his tail into the elevator's call panel to ensure it's not coming to this floor anytime soon.
Target acquired.
"Bet your grenades can't do this!" Vincent calls out as he uses the momentum of his turn to throw the fire extinguisher at the Scarecrow's legs, the red canister promising a lot of pain and a possible face-to-face with the floor should it find its mark.
You know what to do.

Scarecrow - Office Building (Nice)

Scarecrow wasn't terribly surprised that Vincent tried to go after him anyway. In fact, he'd come prepared for it. What he didn't count on was the splicer grabbing a fire extinguisher and using it to push a path through the fear gas. But that just meant he had to adjust his plan slightly.

Scarecrow had already gotten his wings ready when Vincent made it clear he was going to fight. So when the splicer rushed past him, Scarecrow turned to face him, and when he saw the fire extinguisher get tossed at him, Scarecrow quickly jumped... and at the same time, flapped his wings forward, sending a gust of wind that pushed the fear gas cloud towards Vincent.

The extinguisher still banged into one of Scarecrow's legs, causing him to cry out in pain, but the impact was slightly minimized by the preparation for his follow up attack; leaning forwards, dropping the grenade to keep the dragon splicer occupied, and activating his jetpack. Even one thruster was enough to propel him the short distance to reach Vincent, and would give some extra force to the scythe that Scarecrow was swinging at the splicer's tail.

"Bad move!" he shouted with rage.

Frostbite - Office Building

At the moment, Scarecrow is thankfully busy dealing with the dino man, which gives Frostbite ample time to gently enter the office and have a reasonable negotiation with her business client - IE, she breaks through the window, flapping her wings to try to disperse as much of the gas as she possibly can. The sound of shattered glass punctuating the dragon's heartless ruination of some poor office worker's workspace that she carelessly rushed by. Her clawed feet dug into the floor as she landed with a loud thump, her tail lying low as she took an aggressive stance.

She saw Scarecrow swinging a scythe at Vincent. It was at that moment that she breathed a flurry of ice breath at his hands in an attempt to freeze them before he could make contact.

With the chaos outside increasing, Batman had little time to focus on the sniper. He had to get inside and find out what Powers was doing, before he got away from all of this. Firing the rocket boots once more he flew through a window, rolled, and broke into a sprint.

"Bruce?" he said pressing a hand to an earpiece. Nothing... the old man was out.

Fixx pulled on a set of gauntlets, grinning to himself as he clenched his fist and flames ignited. Powers however only grabbed a small laser pistol, he never needed much more, he wasn't a fighter after all.

Bruce trudged up the stairs and closed the path down to the batcave. Somebody was coming, the silent alarms had been tripped and people were on their way in. He grabbed his cane and hobbled a bit, an old wound still hurt even after all this time.

Ace followed him diligently, the dog growling a bit at the idea of intruders breaking into his home. Bruce gripped the cane tight.

"Whoever is here, they're on my property, they need to leave."

Wayne-Powers Loading Bay

Bane visibly perked a brow at the sight before her, clearly somewhat intrigued by the shabby homeless woman's display of power - another ample reminder that looks could be deceiving. That lasted for only a moment, however, soon replaced with a sigh and a look of resignation.

She looked lifted up her machine gun and opened the top-loader. With an electronic 'Kzzzhrow' sound, its magazine popped out. She held the gun barrel-side up and tipped the magazine on the floor, where it made a hollow 'clang' amidst a collection of shell casings, indicating it was empty. The rest of the gun followed soon after as she tossed it at her feet.

"Als je erop staat..." she said to the homeless woman. But she didn't make the first move, not like before. She just stood there, waiting, her hands balled into fists at her side. "You first."

Unfortunately, before anything else could happen, the tension was abruptly shattered by the dinstinctive 'PING PING PING' of ricocheting bullets right behind her. Though she didn't quite catch a good look at the attacker, she saw enough to deduce where they fired from. She irritatedly groaned, shaking her head, as she pulled an object from her belt - some kind of cylindrical grenade, presumably another spoil from Wayne-Powers' armoury.

"DON'T! INTERRUPT!" she hissed as she twisted its top and tossed it towards the crates the attacker had fired from. As it rolled along the floor and came to stop, it went 'BANG' in a flash of blinding light and deafening sound, surely stunning anyone nearby not covering their eyes and ears. For her part, Bane had turned back to her foe on the catwalk and covered an ear with her palm.

Edited by PresidentStalkeyes on Mar 4th 2024 at 5:17:18 PM

Jurassica - Wayne-Powers, Loading Bay

"Gotcha bitch!" Jurassica grinned as the clown went down, taking a moment to savor her victory, only to be hit with the strange sense of feeling a looming predator. She blinked and glanced around a bit, but saw nothing; only then did she realize what was going on.

"You." She growled. "You're the one fucking with my head, aren't you? No wonder they poached you from the Jokerz. If you'd been up against someone who wasn't a mutie, you probably would have won with that trick of yours. But that shit won't help you against me."

Stomping forward, Jurassica raised her sledgehammer for the killing blow, only for another goon to swoop in and drag the clown away at the last minute. The hammer struck concrete, cratering it.

"You little-" She moved, but the leftover taffy stuck to her clawed feet and slowed her steps, giving the fleeing duo some distance on her. Grumbling, she tore as much taffy off herself as she could, going as far as using her teeth.

Huh. This is actually pretty good. She noted, before barreling after the goon and the clown. "Get back here and fight, cowards!"

Harley-Warley

This was it. She'd never thought about death. Not the most pleasant subject. But of all the ways she could go, this had to be the worst. No big finish, no fancy tricks, not even a proper orgasm! She could see it now. 'Second-rate clown mauled to death by T-Rex.' Least it'd be memorable.

Ten seconds later she was still breathing. Someone was grabbing her hand, pulling her to safety. Hadn't done the best job of it, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She glanced up, getting a good look at her saviour.

"...dollface?!"

That settled it. This was not how she was gonna go! She hopped to her feet, forcing through the pain. They'd only just met but she wouldn't let either of them get wasted.

"Little-schmittle! Eat this ya freak!"

She raised her blaster, taking a quick shot at the lizard's ankle. Wasn't that funny but it'd give them some room. She grabbed Jasmine's hand, racing back into the building. Neither of them could take tall dark and scaly, but there had to be some guards somewhere.

"C'mon honey! Move it or lose it! Burn baby burn!"

She wasn't done. She bled exhilaration, rush of adrenaline surging through her veins, doing her best to stay calm. If she stuck to that, maybe the rest of these clowns would feel it too. She looked over her shoulder, calling out to the rampaging T-rex as she ran.

"Yeesh! Didn't think ya wanted me that bad! Calm yer tits will ya?!"

Edited by kkhohoho on Mar 4th 2024 at 5:15:17 AM

Carpenter

Good news: Jasmine felt like a hero for saving a life.

Bad news: Jasmine was finding out that being a hero was terrifying sometimes. Like now, when they had a pissed off T-Rexette chasing after them. Running out of steam meant a painful death, so she kept running.

As they passed the break room she and Bane had been in prior to going into the loading bay, she spared a brief glance inside; much to her relief, the guards inside were gone, likely because of the noise. Something told her that Big and Scaly didn't much concern herself with avoiding collateral damage.

"Need...somewhere with...open space...we get cornered, we're done...!" Jasmine managed to say as they ran. The only place she knew of that fit that description would be the main entrance, but given the clown was the one leading now, Jasmine would let her figure it out.