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| 0SilverHawk0 | Jun 10 2009, 04:50 PM Post #41 |
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Batman held the doll away from him, facing Wesker at the far end from the room, but close enough for his lips to be read. He made sure to speak slowly. "Yes, I'll agree to those terms. I'll let you go, and Wesker will be the one to pay." |
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| Malkavia | Jun 10 2009, 04:59 PM Post #42 |
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"Alright, it's a deal! A guy name Victor Zsasz (which is probably one of the stupidest names I've ever hoird) is my hitman, and I've been receiving leaked info from an anonymous mole in the police precinct." he said, adding in, "Oh course, you didn't hear this from me. You know what I mean?" Wesker was curious as to what had been whispered behind his back, and was beginning to sweat. "Uuuhhh.. What were you both talking about??" he asked. "None a yer beeswax. Business is s'posed to be private, ya know?" Scarface said, avoiding the question. "You aren't pinning it on me, are you!?" the frail looking man asked as his paranoia was beginning to rise. "Bats. Could yous take me over der so I can pulverize this lughead?" the doll requested. |
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| 0SilverHawk0 | Jun 10 2009, 05:03 PM Post #43 |
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"No, I'm going to leave, but not before I bring you in, Wesker." Batman reached to his belt and deactivated the mic. This wouldn't take that long. When he was done, Batman clicked the beeper once more to alert Commisioner Gordon as to where to check, and left, after leaving the recordings nearby where Wesker was tied up.
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| Malkavia | Jun 10 2009, 05:15 PM Post #44 |
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"You're blaming me, aren't you!?" Wesker yelled as Batman tied him up, "Why Mr. Scarface!? Why!?!? I've never done anything bad to you, sir. I wouldn't want anything or anyone to hurt you!" "Quit your yellin, weasel! I'm the one that does the shoutin' around here!" Scarface hollered back. Their incessant bickering continued like this for the duration of Batman's stay there, which was quickly ending. The last thing that could be heard was Scarface yelling at the top of his lungs, "EAT MY SHORTS, ARNOLD!" |
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| Vincent Valentine | Jun 10 2009, 09:43 PM Post #45 |
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-----Gordon----- Gordon looked down at his beeper, tutting impatiently. Again? Try to slow down. Gordon slipped away from where he was and tracked his beeper. Upon reaching the warehouse he drew his Colt, entering slowly. He could hear the faint sound of arguing. He quickly rounded a corner, aiming at where the noise was coming from. There he saw Scarface, tied up with a cassette sitting next to him. He's good, I've got to admit. He approached the desk and grabbed the recording, shoving it into his coat pocket. "So, you're Scarface," he said blandly, looking at the peculiar man with the puppet. "Thanks to that tip... you just got yourself arrested. I had just sat down to talk out the rough details of my case to my wife before my phone went off. Upon hearing it I quickly spun around and grabbed it up, opening it in a hurry. "Yes? Hello? "Hello? Yes, this is Steven Baker of the GPD. We just secured Sal Maroni's mansion, but we have some bad news for you as well; Sal Maroni's body was just found south of his place." "What?! What are you talking about?!" "Yeah, it's true. He was strung up on a lamppost... Naked." "That can't... be true... who would have done such a thing?" "We've not the slightest idea... but apparently Gordon had gotten a good tip on where Maroni's dirty business was taking place and has the place secured as well. We've got all sorts of evidence pinning him and a lot of his cronies together...' "That's brilliant! But rather useless against someone who's decease-" "Hold on, sir! Incoming report!" Steven interruped. I tutted in frustration and sat for a while, hearing murmuring on the other line. "It seems that Batman has done some more of our work for us - he just singlehandely took down Scarface at his own hideout!" he exclaimed after the pause. Batman. He was more a vigilante than anything. While he helped the police department out many times before, our work was our work. We didn't need his help. I myself wasn't sure what to think of him. He was a vigilante, but a hero at the same time, to some extent. I suppose that I was better off not having an opinion on him to begin with. "I'll be right there. I'll stop by Maroni as well..." I quickly hung up and apologized to my wife. "I'm sorry..." "It's okay. Go do your work. I'll be home. Don't worry," she said, then kissed me softly. I smiled at her understanding and thanked here, then quickly took off out the door to the street. It took me a while to walk to the seen, but when I got there I was disgusted. "Someone cover him up," I said. "There's not much we can do here... get him untied and into autopsy. But first see if you can get any handwriting matches from that body. Maybe, from that writing, we can get an idea of who killed him and strung him up there." |
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| Malkavia | Jun 11 2009, 01:17 AM Post #46 |
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---Scarface & Gordon--- Again, Wesker changed and threw his voice, "Why are ya lookin' at the two-bit chump over der?" Scarface sounded highly annoyed by this. "Why does EVERYBODY look at the taller the guy!?" he asked in irritation. ---Maroni's body--- "Sure thing, Mr. Dent," a police officer said as another one had cut him down. They laid him in a body bag and zipped him up, almost glad to have been doing so to the body of one of the most feared men in Gotham city. OOC: Really don't have the energy to continue, so I'll leave you both with this... Vince. I wanna see Gordon's reaction to the dummy "talking" to him. Friday. Batman needs to pop up and surprise Gordon. He has nowhere to go at this point, so he needs to let him know all of what is going on. Tell him about Maroni's dead corpse, tell him about the fact there is a mole in the police department, but that you don't know who it is... Everything. After Gordon and Batman talk for a bit, Batman leaves to head back home to his secret cave to analyse the entire situation and weigh in everything that's happened recently. Most importantly, Bruce Wayne will be needed at a meeting at Wayne Enterprises in the morning. Oh yeah... IC: Bullock, after receiving the order from Gordon, had ran inside the first warehouse that Batman had struck. It was quite the sight to see all of those weapons and drugs being smuggled into the city - they had definitely hit the jackpot here. "Good ol' police detective work," Bullock said, taking credit for something he had absolutely no hand in. |
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| 0SilverHawk0 | Jun 11 2009, 11:58 AM Post #47 |
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"There's a mole in the police department." With nowhere to go, Batman had decided to go back and talk to the Commisioner before leaving. He had to know some of this. In his customary way, the Dark Knight had come from the shadows, as if he'd been waiting there. "I don't know who it is, but there definitely is one." |
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| Malkavia | Jun 19 2009, 09:29 AM Post #48 |
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And Gordon just stood there silently, not saying a word for over a week... Meanwhile, the villains and criminals got tired of waiting around and went for a refreshing game of golf... Tune in NEXT WEEK for the conclusion with... ROBIN'S BALLS DESCENDING! |
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| Vincent Valentine | Jun 19 2009, 10:12 PM Post #49 |
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((Thanks for reminding me of my arrogance and neglect...)) Gordon jumped as Batman approached him from the side. "Oh... uh, there is?" he asked, looking over at Scarface. He watched as the dummy on Wesker's hand insulted him. From hearing these insults many times before from other criminals, it didn't affect him. "I'll find out who it is eventually... now that I know there is one," he finished. "Thank you for the information... but you better get going. Knowing Bullock he'll be here any moment to try and reveal I'm conspiring with you. Plus we have to get him arrested." I finally reached the mansion. Apparently the place the Batman had single-handedly taken down. I glanced around the property quickly and looked for what I had came here for. Evidence. "Yo! Mr. Dent!" yelled an officer. I jumped at his exclamation and spun around. "Have a cigar! It's on us!" he said, thrusting one into my hand. "It's for having caught Maroni! Even though he's... well, you know. But Gotham is gonna be a lot safer now!" he finished in joy, running off to hand out more cigars. Smoke it, Harvey. C'mon. One of the largest criminals in Gotham has been captured! Rejoice! Do not do it, Harvey. Maroni may have been a criminal but he did not deserve to die like that. Coin... coin, coin, coin... I started to stress as I fumbled around, looking for my quarter. I was on the brink of yelling until I felt it in my back pocket. I sighed with relief as I took it out ad fumbled it around in my hand for a moment. Heads I smoke it... I flipped it up into the air and caught it swiftly, then opened my hand. Heads... I sighed and put the quarter back into my pocket, taking out a Zippo lighter. I lit up the cigarette and took a hit off of it. I coughed hoarsely a couple times, not having been used to smoking. I shook my head vigorously and continued on my way to Maroni's mansion regardless. |
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| Malkavia | Jun 20 2009, 04:06 PM Post #50 |
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OOC: Godmodding ahoy! IC: Batman disappeared without making a sound, leaving Gordon alone with the arguing man and dummy. Wesker looked up at Gordon and asked, "C-Could you let me go? I swear, I didn't do any of these nasty things Batman is saying I did - it was all Mr. Scarface's idea!" Scarface didn't much like being snitched out, but really didn't like how Wesker was going to try and weasel his way out like this. If anything, he was just tired of his whining, "Oh, please! Cry, whine, weep, and beg! That's all that comes outta your mouth anymore!" It was kinda creepy knowing that, to Wesker, the dummy actually had a mind and soul all it's own. What a complete fool. ---Bullock--- "Yeah, I want a squad or five down here right away! We got lots o' dirt on Maroni and I bagged a few of Scarface's dingbats for the commish as well!" Bullock said on the phone, once more taking the glory for himself. "The commish left for Scarface's hideout. No, I don't know where that is, but I can shake down the scuzballs some more if you'd like.... Just be sure t' send some people down here to bag this evidence, and keep your eyes peeled for The Bat; he's been nosing around again and is gonna botch every last thing we've worked so hard at accomplishin'!" he finished, pocketing his cell and walking up to Mugsy just out in the hallway. Mugsy was handcuffed nice and tight, still dazed by the beating he received by Batman. "Look ya punk! I'm only gonna ask once, so ya bettah spill the beans! We're on to ya and your boys now! Who is ya boss working for?" ---Maroni's mansion/Harvey Dent--- "Mr. Dent!" a news reporter called out, trying to force herself by all of the S.W.A.T. members blocking her path. "MR. DENT! ANY COMMENT!?" she hollered, trying her best to grab his attention. A police officer waved that it was okay to let them up close to the building, just not in. The woman walked up to Dent, and said, "Summer Gleeson, with Gotham Live. Was Maroni apprehended? Who all is in there? Is this perfectly legal?" Many questions pouring out of her mouth, and many other reporters trying to push their way passed her asking their own questions. OOC: Okay, post away you two. |
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| Vincent Valentine | Jun 21 2009, 12:59 AM Post #51 |
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"What?" I asked, turning around. Immediately I saw the reporters and my fear started to rise. I hated answering questions. "I... haven't gotten a chance to go in and examine yet...!" I lied, running up to the house rather hastily. "S-someone get those reporters out of here," I stuttered quietly as I entered the building. I took a kerchief out of my coat pocket and dabbed away at the beads of sweat starting to condense on my face. Alright, Harvey... pull yourself together... they're just reporters, what are you worried about? I continued on my way through the mansion. I approached a police officer, tucking away my kerchief. "So," I asked, "where's the evidence?" -----Gordon----- "I don't care," said Gordon sternly. "You helped him, didn't you? That makes you an instrument of his plans," he continued, deciding to humor Wesker. If Wesker really thought they were two different people, he decided he'd play along. "You can read it yourself... if you help a criminal, you're just as guilty as they are. And that's that." |
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| 0SilverHawk0 | Jun 21 2009, 11:27 AM Post #52 |
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The Bat Cave. Everything that Bruce Wayne needed to change into the enigmatic Batman was here, his headquarters for his nightly activities. Various weapons and gizmos courtesy of Wayne Industries were scattered across the recesses of the cavern, including several of the older batsuits. Silently, Batman changed back into Bruce Wayne, donning the clothes of the playful billionaire with too much time, setting the armor of the Dark Knight into its usual place. Bruce Wayne rode up the elevator, sloughing off the mental preparation he went through to become the enigma, this Batman, and by the time he closed the hidden door behind the bookshelf, he was no longer Batman, but not really Bruce Wayne yet, maybe even himself. "Oh, Bruce! I've been waiting for you." Alfred, the butler of the Wayne family for generations, was probably the closest friend Bruce had, and the only one he could really trust with his secret. "Well, you aren't limping, so I guess you got out of that scrap alright. It was all over the news. Were you the one who found Scarface?" "Yes, I did, but he...wasn't what I expected." Bruce and Alfred, by now in the living room, took opposing seats to continue this discussion. "Scarface, he...had multiple personalities, and it was like something from a movie. He somehow associated one of those with a puppet! He even sold himself and his cronies out to betray the other personality." "Well, young master, I think I'm living with two people every day here! You shouldn't worry yourself about it, as I know you're wont to do." Bruce laughed a little at this. "Yes, it does seem insane, doesn't it? But these criminals, they're getting worse. Maroni was killed before I could even get to him, and now Scarface turning out to be insane? Maybe these criminals will just get worse as I bring more in." To this Alfred put a hand on Bruces shoulder, squeezing lightly. "Bruce, the criminals may get worse, but that will mean getting closer to what you're fighting for, a peaceful Gotham that these people have been anticipating for so long. You'll pull through, and Gotham will pull through, I'm sure of it." "Maybe. Maybe we will, Alfred." The morning sun in the window seemed darker than it had before to Bruce. Perhaps he was taking this too hard, but for now he had things to do. "Bruce, perhaps you should be going now, you promised a certain lady friend you'd take her to one of those expensive restaurants the rich go to." "Yes...yes I did Alfred." And as Bruce Wayne drove his expensive Lamborghini out of the mansion, he at last morphed fully into the public persona of Bruce Wayne, leaving himself far behind. |
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| Malkavia | Jun 21 2009, 02:00 PM Post #53 |
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Morning in Gotham city. The huge "war" that was being waged was seemingly nearing an end; Maroni and Scarface the two biggest crime bosses in town had been apprehended, and many of their cohorts were being rounded up as well. One of the few that were not in any particular danger at the moment, was this man, in bed with two beautiful women. Victor Zsasz professional hitman slowly opened his eyes and look at the two women in his bed. He gave a coy smile, leaned over and kissed her on the neck tenderly, sensually, then licking her up to the back of her ear. "You were incredible last night," he said, giving one last kiss on her cheek before rolling over to the other woman to his left. "You were great, too," he said, staring at the woman's blank, lifeless eye. Blood was smudged all over her cold face, no emotion visible in her eyes. Zsasz threw the blanket off of him and his girls, showing multiple stabs wounds on both of the naked women. He hopped up out of bed and looked at himself in his large mirror, flexing his muscles (which had blood stains on them) and admired his body. He was very muscular, and toned. Not too large, but not too small either. He was of average height, but built like a professional kickboxer or athelete. The most interesting thing about his body was the huge assortment of "tally mark" scars covering his body. They were everywhere; from his chest, back, legs... Heck, even his ass had a few. About the only places he did not have scars were his face, feet and crotch. His left hand merely had one tally mark scar, but it was a sign that he was starting to get a bit crammed for space. Each mark, each scar represented as victim, and last night he had claimed two more, just after having his fun time with them. They had questioned him about his scars and felt very nervous doing this, but he had deep pockets and offered them plenty of cash if they'd sleep with him. They enjoyed themselves to their surprise, but did not receive the money obviously. He turned from the mirror and walked over to his nightstand to retrieve the blade he had used on the two women the other night, admiring the blood stains on the knife - the intricate shapes they made. He realized that he couldn't stick around much longer to gock at his work; he had a business meeting in an hour and couldn't be late. He walked off to the shower and washed away the blood, quickly got dressed in a nice business suit, highly expensive looking shoes, and stepped out of his room. He wasn't going to bother with cleaning up the mess; it wasn't his job. He had one man paid very handsomely to help Zsasz with taking care of such dirty jobs. The man walked in and grimaced at the sight of the two dead women, but knew he had no time to let emotion dictate his actions. Zsasz left without showing any remorse for his victims, he just merely waved to his assistant and said, "There's some leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry," shutting the door behind him and leaving for a restaurant. |
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| Vincent Valentine | Jun 21 2009, 02:22 PM Post #54 |
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After finding the evidence and getting a couple decent pictures, I knew it was time to leave. And leaving meant reporters. I stoood a fair distance away from the doorway where the reporters were crowded. I took out my quarter and thumbed it a bit, deciding that if it was heads, I'd avoid them. Tails I would go out and face them. I tossed flipped the coin in the air and listened as it dinked to the ground quietly. I looked down at the quarter, nothing the obvious tails. I leaned over and picked up my quarter, shoving it back in my pocket. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, walking out to face the fire. As soon as I stepped out, a loud clamour arose. A reporter from every news station cluttered around the premises of the building, yelling my name to try and get my attention. As I walked through the ground and was asked questions, I answered as I went. "Mr. Dent! Mr. Dent! Was Salvator Maroni inside, and was he captured? If not, where is he right now?" "I have no comment on that question." "Excuse me, Mr. Dent! Where is Maroni's family at this time?" "No comment." "Is this the police department's and DA's first big move that we've been hearing about for so long?" At this question I stopped. My ego was startng to take ahold. "Indeed it was," I started. "The DA's office and police department have been working non-stop on bringing down the crime and filth in Gotham City, and I'm proud to be standing here on Mr. "Maroni's" home just to gloat over all the scum in Gotham city. We're coming for you... all of you," I said sternly looking into one of the cameras. I honestly didn't know what I was saying. "Mr. Dent! One last question! It sounds like the police are getting close to rounding up the other big boys in Gotham. Got any juicy bits of info for us right now?" "Not at this time, I'm sorry," I said, ditching my high-and-mighty attitude. "For now, let's allow the police to complete their sweep of the Maroni mansion and continue their war on crime." I swiftly walked away, getting in a vehicle to be taken home, brushing off the rest of the reporters. |
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| 0SilverHawk0 | Jun 21 2009, 06:07 PM Post #55 |
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---Bruce Wayne--- "Oh, Bruce, what did you want?" At the interruption to my thoughts, I took a brief look over the menu, selecting one of the expensive special orders. This 'date' if you could call it that, was going poorly. The woman sitting across from him just wouldn't stop talking, and didn't seem to take notice that Bruce wasn't even paying attention in the slightest. Mercifully, when the dish arrived, she shut up. They ate in silence, and finally Bruce could think about what had happened before. It was unlikely that Maroni was killed by vigilantes, and if that was the case, there was nothing that Batman could do. However, if he had been killed by another crime lords cronies... "Victor Zsasz?" The name from his memory came from outside his thoughts, impossibly. Could this hitman actually be here, in this restaurant? "Would you come with me please?" Even more impossibly than before, Zsasz wasn't seated far from where Bruce was. Straining his ears over the renewed voice of his date, he listened to all he could. "Yes, I've been fine John." The rest of the sentence was a little unintelligible. "Yes, my friend," A pause for about a second, then. "He should be here." Another pause. Apparently they didn't want to give out the details in public. "So...how has been Annabelle been doing Victor?" A sigh. "We broke up last night, I'm sorry to say. She just doesn't understand me." Bruce figured they were done concluding their business, and now focused on what he would do with this information. \\\Victor Zsasz/// "The food is good here, John you sure know how to pick a restaurant." Politely, Victor took a small bite off the premium roast in front of him, chewing as the other man spoke. "Yes, this one is a particular favorite of mine, they serve excellent meat," The man smiled. "As you can see yourself. Myself, I still prefer the dessert." The man *was* fairly fat after all. Despite this, Victor smiled himself. "Yes, the desserts can be quite tasty. Unfortunately," Victor pushes the now empty plate in front of him away. "I'm feeling full." John nodded to this. "I'll pay for you then. Goodbye Victor." Victor nods, getting out of the chair, before pushing it back into place. "Goodbye to you too, John." With that, Victor left to the front of the restaurant. Suddenly though, he was bumped into by a rather tired looking man. "Sorry." A woman was yelling back farther along, probably this mans date. Women sure did have their perks, but it was terrible to stand their problems. Fortunately, Victor didn't have to worry about that. Victor Zsasz left the restaurant unaware of the tracer in his pocket. After all, Bruce Wayne had a deft hand. Edited by 0SilverHawk0, Jun 21 2009, 06:22 PM.
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| Malkavia | Jun 21 2009, 06:57 PM Post #56 |
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"Daddy? Daddy, wake up!" an angelic voice called out to the sleeping man, waking him up. After James Gordon opened his eyes he saw the beautiful face that belonged to none other than his daughter. "Wakey, wakey sleepy head," she said, tickling him to wake him up all the way. ---Meanwhile--- "Mr. Rupert Thorne, is it?" the desk clerk asked, pen in hand to sign the name. "That's correct.. I'll be expecting company, so ring up the people that ask for me," Mr. Thorne said, going on his merry, chipper way to his room up a few floors. Little did he know that a raving, homicidal maniac hitman was hot on his trail, and that the people he was originally expecting to meet would NOT be coming - the perfect set up to bump off an unwanted business partner. |
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| 0SilverHawk0 | Jun 21 2009, 07:15 PM Post #57 |
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\\\Victor Zsasz/// Knives. He loved them, everything about them. Victor Zsasz sat in his apartment building, admiring the combat knife in his hands, the way the blade reflected all the light back at him, because of this constant polishing, and the deadly edge of the blade. Finally, after this was done, Victor hid the knife in its usual place in his jacket, and set to work on the other things. A cell-phone, disposable of course, along with a gun in the other pocket of his jacket, a small pistol that could easily be hidden. After a look in the mirror to make sure that his appearance was proper. Zsasz set forth to take out his target, who conveniently was staying at an easy-to-enter apartment. This would be a cakewalk, and oh so much fun. ___Batman___ "Thanks for coming on such short notice, Alfred." With a little tug to the last part on the batsuit, Alfred said, "I'll always go to these measures, now just try not to get caught doing anything. Goodbye." Alfred retreated back to the inconspicuous van, which could hold an emergency batsuit if needed. "Goodbye, Alfred." Immediately after the van left, with Bruce Wayne turned into the Dark Knight, Batman left to stalk his prey, Victor Zsasz. |
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| Malkavia | Jun 22 2009, 12:34 PM Post #58 |
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---The Gordon residence--- "Dad, wake up!" she said, tickling him some more. ---Rupert Thorne's hotel suite--- Thorne owned a casino in Gotham city, and was rich up to his eyeballs. He lived the cozy life, and his girth was a good sign of that. He combed through his nearly completely white hair and and checked his face, making sure he looked prepared for business and not as if he had been sleeping or anything. Looking in the mirror, he said, "You know something, you old coot? You still got the old charm." |
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| Vincent Valentine | Jun 22 2009, 02:59 PM Post #59 |
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"Okay, okay!" said Gordon groggily, sitting up. "I'm up, I'm up," he continued. He leaned against the back of his bed, half awake. My wife and I had one hell of time the other night, hah hah. I had decided to get up and make breakfast for her. After we laid down for a while and talked for a bit, of course. But I had decided to be nice and make her some breakfast for a change. After we had breakfast, I had taken off for the office to discuss the deal with Scarface. We had finally caught him, and now I was going to finally be able to send him where all of the other criminals deserved to be. I pulled up to the building and parked. I stepped out of my car and made my way up the numerous steps to where my office was. I looked over and saw Scarface. And his lawyer. I an't believe someone would represent this scumbag... I walked in, glancing at Scarface, his dummy, and the lawyer. |
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| Malkavia | Jun 22 2009, 11:27 PM Post #60 |
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OOC: We'll just scratch that off for now. Wesker isn't allowed his precious "Mr. Scarface" at this time, but his attorney will be pushing for it as unorthodox as it is. IC: ---Harvey and Wesker--- "Mr. Dent, I must say that I am surprised we're even bothering going to trial with this - it's clear that my client, Mr. Arnold Wesker is suffering from a severe case of Dissociative Identity Disorder, and should be in the helpful care of a trained psychologist... NOT locked up in Attica. And before you even try to bring up the fact my client technically gave himself up, that statement and any others can be thrown out simply by waving the magic piece of paper right here," the woman said, sliding said paper across the table. It contained various notes by a Dr. Jonathan Crane, and a detailed analysis of Wesker's psyche. "As you can see," she started, with a smug grin, "Arnold here is completely unable to make any of his moral decisions on his own. He needs mental therapy and happy pills, and I'll be moving to have any and all evidence that may have been gathered as a result of his statement, suppressed." "The Ventriloquist" looked sort of lost, feeling as if he was just being jerked along for the ride and began to talk, "But wait! What about Mr. Scarface...? I had to follow his orders, but I still had a choi" his attorney didn't give him another second to speak, cutting him off with, "Arnold, keep quiet. You don't have to say anything to Mr. Dent." ---The Gordon residence--- Barbara was all properly dressed, wearing nice, easy to look at blue skirt and matching dress shirt. As she was growing, she was becoming more and more comfortable with her looks... And with boys. "I made a BLT; just like how you always like it. Extra mayo and a dill pickle on the side," she said, having completely memorized every little detail about how her father liked his sandwich - even how he preferred his sandwich to be cut from the corners, and not down the middle. She set the plate down at the kitchen table, the place he liked to eat when he had a meal of this fairly small size. She could see how groggy her father looked. The drowsiness in his eyes and how rundown he appeared to be. "Rough night of work, huh?" she asked, handing him a mug of coffee. Black as black could be, just how he liked it. |
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