Old Wounds
By xxhanzyxx
Old Wounds
Chapter One
“Get out... NOW!!” One of the masked men calls out as he scampers towards the docks, where their boat awaits.
His allies look at him, bewildered before looking through the roof window to see a shadowy figure peering through.
“It’s him!! It’s the Bat!!” One cried out, before grabbing as many bags he could carry.
“Come on” He yells back to the younger, less wise to the underground world of armed robbery and murder, who was struggling with the heavy loads.
All of a sudden...
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Old Wounds
Chapter One
“Get out... NOW!!” One of the masked men calls out as he scampers towards the docks, where their boat awaits.
His allies look at him, bewildered before looking through the roof window to see a shadowy figure peering through.
“It’s him!! It’s the Bat!!” One cried out, before grabbing as many bags he could carry.
“Come on” He yells back to the younger, less wise to the underground world of armed robbery and murder, who was struggling with the heavy loads.
All of a sudden...
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A Season For Second Chances
By Dragonbat
Warning: Arachnophobes might want to skip the first four paragaraphs.
A/N: Thanks to Kathy for the beta! Thanks to the little_details community on Livejournal for helping me find out about the Showmen's League!
References: Batman 457, New Teen Titans 55
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A Season for Second Chances
It wasn't real. Batman kept repeating the phrase to himself even as he felt dozens of tiny feet and small soft bodies crawling over him, walking on his face, worming their way under his cowl, the neckline of the bat-suit, the edges of his gloves. It wasn't real. "Real" was hanging upside-down, hands bound behind his back, a badly-wrenched shoulder, at least one cracked rib, and a deep cut on his left arm. "Real" was Scarecrow gloating over capturing him so easily and boasting about spending the rest of the night "unwrapping" him.
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Warning: Arachnophobes might want to skip the first four paragaraphs.
A/N: Thanks to Kathy for the beta! Thanks to the little_details community on Livejournal for helping me find out about the Showmen's League!
References: Batman 457, New Teen Titans 55
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A Season for Second Chances
It wasn't real. Batman kept repeating the phrase to himself even as he felt dozens of tiny feet and small soft bodies crawling over him, walking on his face, worming their way under his cowl, the neckline of the bat-suit, the edges of his gloves. It wasn't real. "Real" was hanging upside-down, hands bound behind his back, a badly-wrenched shoulder, at least one cracked rib, and a deep cut on his left arm. "Real" was Scarecrow gloating over capturing him so easily and boasting about spending the rest of the night "unwrapping" him.
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The Way Back
by Dragonbat
There's things that I can't leave alone
'Cause they won't leave me alone
What I want ain't what I need
Still I reach for the things I crave
Then try to run away
Am I afraid of being free
'Cause when I'm not chasing demons
There's demons chasing me
Bill Anderson and Jon Randall, "Demons"
Thanks to Kathy, Debbie, Juliet, and Aiyokusama for the beta!
"Demons" written by Bill Anderson and Jon Randall. Recorded by Kenny Chesney on his Just Who I Am: Poets & Pirates album (BNA, 2007).
Chapter 6--Chasing Demons
Once the car stopped, Dodge waited for Vera to get out and lock the door behind her before he cautiously lifted his head. He was in a parking lot, outside a nondescript three-story box of a building. A loud roar made him duck once more, and he caught a glimpse of an airplane flying so low it seemed to be only a few feet overhead. He counted to ten slowly, and then teleported out of the car.
There were two other cars in the lot, as well as a large van. The building itself appeared to be dark and deserted.
Despite himself, he tensed and flattened himself against the side of the car as he heard another roar. This time, the plane was coming from the other direction and gaining altitude rapidly. He had to be on the mainland, and practically right next door to the airport. He smiled. At least, if he could get to a phone, he could tell the Bats where he was. The smile faded. He could, if they'd given him a number! Or a bat-signal. Or something. Well, he could still call the cops...
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There's things that I can't leave alone
'Cause they won't leave me alone
What I want ain't what I need
Still I reach for the things I crave
Then try to run away
Am I afraid of being free
'Cause when I'm not chasing demons
There's demons chasing me
Bill Anderson and Jon Randall, "Demons"
Thanks to Kathy, Debbie, Juliet, and Aiyokusama for the beta!
"Demons" written by Bill Anderson and Jon Randall. Recorded by Kenny Chesney on his Just Who I Am: Poets & Pirates album (BNA, 2007).
Chapter 6--Chasing Demons
Once the car stopped, Dodge waited for Vera to get out and lock the door behind her before he cautiously lifted his head. He was in a parking lot, outside a nondescript three-story box of a building. A loud roar made him duck once more, and he caught a glimpse of an airplane flying so low it seemed to be only a few feet overhead. He counted to ten slowly, and then teleported out of the car.
There were two other cars in the lot, as well as a large van. The building itself appeared to be dark and deserted.
Despite himself, he tensed and flattened himself against the side of the car as he heard another roar. This time, the plane was coming from the other direction and gaining altitude rapidly. He had to be on the mainland, and practically right next door to the airport. He smiled. At least, if he could get to a phone, he could tell the Bats where he was. The smile faded. He could, if they'd given him a number! Or a bat-signal. Or something. Well, he could still call the cops...
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A Puppet Alone
By: Dragonbat
Universe: General
Genre: Tragedy
Rating: PG.
Characters/Pairings: Arnold Wesker (Ventriloquist I)
Word Count: 200
Warnings: None.
Summary: Not everyone made it out of Arkham when it caught fire…
Disclaimer: DC owns the character. I’ve resurrected him for this ficlet.
Thanks to Devin and Kathy for the beta!
A Puppet Alone
He’d been in the shower room when the alarm went off. That was why Mr. Scarface hadn’t been with him. Mr. Scarface didn’t like the shower room. So much hot steam was bad for his complexion and it usually required a trip to the arts-and-crafts room for repainting and varnish. It also wrinkled his Zoot suit. So, when the order to evacuate was given, Mr. Scarface wasn’t with him.
They’d assembled the inmates on the lawn, as far from the blaze as was possible, but the yard was small, and Wesker was close enough to the front of the crowd that, when the wind shifted, he could feel the heat of the conflagration on his face. The smoke and soot made his eyes water; he squeezed them shut.
Suddenly his blood ran cold. Mr. Scarface… was still trapped inside the burning asylum. Alone. His eyes began to tear in earnest. Wesker scanned the crowd frantically, hoping against hope that someone had taken his companion from the cell, or that the rescue team was bringing him out, even now. But there was nobody.
Wesker broke out in an icy sweat as hot tears ran down his cheeks. His master was gone.
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Universe: General
Genre: Tragedy
Rating: PG.
Characters/Pairings: Arnold Wesker (Ventriloquist I)
Word Count: 200
Warnings: None.
Summary: Not everyone made it out of Arkham when it caught fire…
Disclaimer: DC owns the character. I’ve resurrected him for this ficlet.
Thanks to Devin and Kathy for the beta!
A Puppet Alone
He’d been in the shower room when the alarm went off. That was why Mr. Scarface hadn’t been with him. Mr. Scarface didn’t like the shower room. So much hot steam was bad for his complexion and it usually required a trip to the arts-and-crafts room for repainting and varnish. It also wrinkled his Zoot suit. So, when the order to evacuate was given, Mr. Scarface wasn’t with him.
They’d assembled the inmates on the lawn, as far from the blaze as was possible, but the yard was small, and Wesker was close enough to the front of the crowd that, when the wind shifted, he could feel the heat of the conflagration on his face. The smoke and soot made his eyes water; he squeezed them shut.
Suddenly his blood ran cold. Mr. Scarface… was still trapped inside the burning asylum. Alone. His eyes began to tear in earnest. Wesker scanned the crowd frantically, hoping against hope that someone had taken his companion from the cell, or that the rescue team was bringing him out, even now. But there was nobody.
Wesker broke out in an icy sweat as hot tears ran down his cheeks. His master was gone.
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Titan of the Future
Note: Now, we head into the “Titans East” arc of OYL Teen Titans. How will things change now that Nightwing (the one from the future) is a member of the Titans? Or will things change at all? And if they do change, will they be for the better . . . or the worse?
Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to DC Comics, and I make no money whatsoever from this story.
“Titan of the Future”
Chapter 3: “To Fight”
~FTF~
“What do you mean, you can’t bring back Kon?” Robin asked.
“I cannot,” Raven answered ruefully, not looking at Robin or Wonder Girl, but instead at the screen that depicted Robin’s efforts to re-clone his lost friend.
“You brought back Jericho!” Wonder Girl yelled almost accusingly. “Why can’t you bring back Kon?!”
“Jericho’s soul was still bound to this world,” Raven replied. “That is why I could restore his body. I cannot do the same for Conner, because his soul has already passed on from this world.”
“It’s . . . it’s not fair . . .” Robin muttered bitterly.
“Lotta things aren’t fair, man,” a familiar voice remarked, just before a blur of yellow and red took down all three Titans. Wonder Girl was able to get up and look for their attacker, who’d stopped to reveal Kid Flash . . . only blond. “Kid Flash is back.”
“You’re not Kid Flash!” Wonder Girl exclaimed. “Who are you?”
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“Titan of the Future”
Chapter 3: “To Fight”
~FTF~
“What do you mean, you can’t bring back Kon?” Robin asked.
“I cannot,” Raven answered ruefully, not looking at Robin or Wonder Girl, but instead at the screen that depicted Robin’s efforts to re-clone his lost friend.
“You brought back Jericho!” Wonder Girl yelled almost accusingly. “Why can’t you bring back Kon?!”
“Jericho’s soul was still bound to this world,” Raven replied. “That is why I could restore his body. I cannot do the same for Conner, because his soul has already passed on from this world.”
“It’s . . . it’s not fair . . .” Robin muttered bitterly.
“Lotta things aren’t fair, man,” a familiar voice remarked, just before a blur of yellow and red took down all three Titans. Wonder Girl was able to get up and look for their attacker, who’d stopped to reveal Kid Flash . . . only blond. “Kid Flash is back.”
“You’re not Kid Flash!” Wonder Girl exclaimed. “Who are you?”
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The Way Back
Time is a healer but we can't see how
When you're caught in the moment
And the hurting is now
We don't want to see that maybe some things
Weren't meant to figure out
--Jo Dee Messina, "It Gets Better"
Thanks to Kathy, Debbie and Aiyokusama for the beta. Thanks to Sara for brainstorming. "It Gets Better" written by Jo Dee Messina. Recorded by Jo Dee Messina on her Delicious Surprise album (Curb, 2005).
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Chapter 3--Hurting
Batman took a quick angry step toward the newcomer. "Who are you?" he demanded. "What are you doing here?"
The slightly-built boy blinked. "I... I want to help you fight crime."
Beneath the cowl, Dick rolled his eyes--although he wasn't sure whether it was in response to the stranger's reply, or to his own stupidity in asking the question. What other answer had he expected? When he spoke again, his tone was harsh. "Out of the question. What I do is way too dangerous to risk anyone else's safety."
The boy stood his ground. "You haven't had a Robin in almost a year. I could be him." There was a plaintive note in his voice.
Batman appeared to consider. "A couple of nights ago, some punk-kid got taken out by a boy half his size, or so he told the cops. Your doing?"
The blond youth's eyes crinkled at the corners as he nodded. "Uh-huh. He never even knew what hit him!"
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When you're caught in the moment
And the hurting is now
We don't want to see that maybe some things
Weren't meant to figure out
--Jo Dee Messina, "It Gets Better"
Thanks to Kathy, Debbie and Aiyokusama for the beta. Thanks to Sara for brainstorming. "It Gets Better" written by Jo Dee Messina. Recorded by Jo Dee Messina on her Delicious Surprise album (Curb, 2005).
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Chapter 3--Hurting
Batman took a quick angry step toward the newcomer. "Who are you?" he demanded. "What are you doing here?"
The slightly-built boy blinked. "I... I want to help you fight crime."
Beneath the cowl, Dick rolled his eyes--although he wasn't sure whether it was in response to the stranger's reply, or to his own stupidity in asking the question. What other answer had he expected? When he spoke again, his tone was harsh. "Out of the question. What I do is way too dangerous to risk anyone else's safety."
The boy stood his ground. "You haven't had a Robin in almost a year. I could be him." There was a plaintive note in his voice.
Batman appeared to consider. "A couple of nights ago, some punk-kid got taken out by a boy half his size, or so he told the cops. Your doing?"
The blond youth's eyes crinkled at the corners as he nodded. "Uh-huh. He never even knew what hit him!"
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Titan of the Future
Chapter 1: “To Fly”
20 years later . . .
Two male figures stood facing each other in front of an impossibly large computer screen. One was an imposing man in a black cape and pointy-eared cowl over a dark gray body armor suit with a black bat symbol plastered over his chest. The other was a slightly smaller young man with mussed blond hair and dressed in a black suit with a stylized blue-on-black symbol on his chest and a blue-lined black cape around his shoulders.
The Batman stared at the younger man before him. “There’s something I need your help with.” He turned to the screen and brought up some images, specifically of a character named Warp.
“Warp?” the younger man, barely a man at that, asked.
“Yeah,” Batman confirmed. “He’s stolen some dimensional refraction technology from S.T.A.R. Labs. If I didn’t know better – and frankly, I don’t – I’d swear he wanted to use it to go backwards or forwards in time or other dimensions.”
“And you want me to stop him.”
Batman smiled good-naturedly. “That would be nice.”
The young man turned to leave, but Batman stopped him. “It’d ease my mind if you’d wear something to conceal your identity from Warp.”
“Why?”
“Warp’s fought you enough times that he knows his way around your abilities. If you disguised yourself, you might be able to surprise him, especially if you don’t use the more . . . obvious of your abilities.”
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20 years later . . .
Two male figures stood facing each other in front of an impossibly large computer screen. One was an imposing man in a black cape and pointy-eared cowl over a dark gray body armor suit with a black bat symbol plastered over his chest. The other was a slightly smaller young man with mussed blond hair and dressed in a black suit with a stylized blue-on-black symbol on his chest and a blue-lined black cape around his shoulders.
The Batman stared at the younger man before him. “There’s something I need your help with.” He turned to the screen and brought up some images, specifically of a character named Warp.
“Warp?” the younger man, barely a man at that, asked.
“Yeah,” Batman confirmed. “He’s stolen some dimensional refraction technology from S.T.A.R. Labs. If I didn’t know better – and frankly, I don’t – I’d swear he wanted to use it to go backwards or forwards in time or other dimensions.”
“And you want me to stop him.”
Batman smiled good-naturedly. “That would be nice.”
The young man turned to leave, but Batman stopped him. “It’d ease my mind if you’d wear something to conceal your identity from Warp.”
“Why?”
“Warp’s fought you enough times that he knows his way around your abilities. If you disguised yourself, you might be able to surprise him, especially if you don’t use the more . . . obvious of your abilities.”
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Titan of the Future
Chapter 2: “To Light”
~FTF~
Morning came and the Titans, including Nightwing, were eating breakfast. Kid Devil looked at Nightwing and asked, “So do you get to drive the Batmobile?”
“No,” Nightwing answered. “I fly the Batmobile.”
Robin looked at Nightwing. “The Batmobile flies?”
“Yeah,” Nightwing confirmed. “Uncle Damian came up with that. Guy might be a tad wrong in the head, but it works for him. And occasionally us.”
“So the little psycho sticks around,” Robin murmured.
“Flying Batmobile,” Ravager commented. “You must get a lot of good mileage out of that.”
“Yeah,” Nightwing answered. “Unless the mileage I’m thinking about isn’t the mileage you’re talking about.”
Ravager chuckled, as Wonder Girl scowled.
“Enjoying breakfast?” Raven asked.
“Always,” Nightwing replied. “Particularly when you do it.”
“Me?” Raven questioned.
“Yeah,” Nightwing confirmed. “You’re like my second mother.”
“Who’s your first?” Cyborg asked.
“Can’t tell you, trying not to change the future too much,” Nightwing replied.
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~FTF~
Morning came and the Titans, including Nightwing, were eating breakfast. Kid Devil looked at Nightwing and asked, “So do you get to drive the Batmobile?”
“No,” Nightwing answered. “I fly the Batmobile.”
Robin looked at Nightwing. “The Batmobile flies?”
“Yeah,” Nightwing confirmed. “Uncle Damian came up with that. Guy might be a tad wrong in the head, but it works for him. And occasionally us.”
“So the little psycho sticks around,” Robin murmured.
“Flying Batmobile,” Ravager commented. “You must get a lot of good mileage out of that.”
“Yeah,” Nightwing answered. “Unless the mileage I’m thinking about isn’t the mileage you’re talking about.”
Ravager chuckled, as Wonder Girl scowled.
“Enjoying breakfast?” Raven asked.
“Always,” Nightwing replied. “Particularly when you do it.”
“Me?” Raven questioned.
“Yeah,” Nightwing confirmed. “You’re like my second mother.”
“Who’s your first?” Cyborg asked.
“Can’t tell you, trying not to change the future too much,” Nightwing replied.
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Tea in Gotham: Prologue
By BodhiMonger
The story so far:
The Secret Six, an assemblage of mercenaries (numbering five at the story’s outset: Deadshot, Catman, Scandal Savage, Ragdoll and newest member Bane), were hired by an unknown benefactor to break an offender named Catalina Flores out of the Alcatraz metahuman correctional facility, then escort her to Gotham City after locating a mysterious card only she knows the whereabouts of.
Catalina, formerly Blüdhaven vigilante The Tarantula from the Nightwing series, originally stole the card from a vicious west coast crime boss going by the name “Junior”. Junior has only recently became aware of the loss, and has sworn bloody revenge, not only on her, but on the Six mercenaries escorting her. In that interest, “he” recruits “his” own army of mercenaries and supervillains to capture the Six...
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The story so far:
The Secret Six, an assemblage of mercenaries (numbering five at the story’s outset: Deadshot, Catman, Scandal Savage, Ragdoll and newest member Bane), were hired by an unknown benefactor to break an offender named Catalina Flores out of the Alcatraz metahuman correctional facility, then escort her to Gotham City after locating a mysterious card only she knows the whereabouts of.
Catalina, formerly Blüdhaven vigilante The Tarantula from the Nightwing series, originally stole the card from a vicious west coast crime boss going by the name “Junior”. Junior has only recently became aware of the loss, and has sworn bloody revenge, not only on her, but on the Six mercenaries escorting her. In that interest, “he” recruits “his” own army of mercenaries and supervillains to capture the Six...
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Tea in Gotham: 1 of 3
One: Reunion
By BodhiMonger
The day was going badly.
This novel thought occurred to Jervis Tetch as he was partway through his plummet into the Gotham River from the Vincefinkel Bridge in pursuit of his hat, carelessly and callously tossed from its heights by that twisted creature Ragdoll bare seconds before. That he would dive after such a beloved item was not surprising, and for that he had no regrets, but the next few seconds of his life were going to prove a bit tricky, to say nothing of the minutes following: even if he were to actually survive the fall, he couldn’t swim.
As with all things traumatic, the perception of the seconds lengthened astoundingly as the water closed in. With startling clarity, he noted the hat striking the surface some dozens of feet away, the wind whistling in a scream past his large ears, and the enormous pane of... Interested in reading more? Check it out HERE
By BodhiMonger
The day was going badly.
This novel thought occurred to Jervis Tetch as he was partway through his plummet into the Gotham River from the Vincefinkel Bridge in pursuit of his hat, carelessly and callously tossed from its heights by that twisted creature Ragdoll bare seconds before. That he would dive after such a beloved item was not surprising, and for that he had no regrets, but the next few seconds of his life were going to prove a bit tricky, to say nothing of the minutes following: even if he were to actually survive the fall, he couldn’t swim.
As with all things traumatic, the perception of the seconds lengthened astoundingly as the water closed in. With startling clarity, he noted the hat striking the surface some dozens of feet away, the wind whistling in a scream past his large ears, and the enormous pane of... Interested in reading more? Check it out HERE
Tea in Gotham: 2 of 3
By BodhiMonger
Two: Wonderland
Thirty minutes later, and The Hatter’s limousine was finally in sight, the time intervening spent traveling towards the nearest rendezvous point. Given the traffic snarls caused by the now-closed Vincefinkel Bridge, this turned out to be a half mile away. They darted across streets, weaved through alleyways, and had to stop for a few minutes in the shelter of a truck dock when The Tarantula’s symptoms set in once more. When her strength did return, it was slower than the last time, her signs clearly worsening. Head throbbing painfully, teeth noisily chattering, she noticed Tetch off to one side, making another phone call, his voice pitched low. Nothing she cared about, she decided.
“Hail, Travis!” the Hatter greeted his man as the lengthy sedan pulled up to the curb at last. “Phone please!” The Limo driver, a uniformed man... Interested in reading more? Check it out HERE
Two: Wonderland
Thirty minutes later, and The Hatter’s limousine was finally in sight, the time intervening spent traveling towards the nearest rendezvous point. Given the traffic snarls caused by the now-closed Vincefinkel Bridge, this turned out to be a half mile away. They darted across streets, weaved through alleyways, and had to stop for a few minutes in the shelter of a truck dock when The Tarantula’s symptoms set in once more. When her strength did return, it was slower than the last time, her signs clearly worsening. Head throbbing painfully, teeth noisily chattering, she noticed Tetch off to one side, making another phone call, his voice pitched low. Nothing she cared about, she decided.
“Hail, Travis!” the Hatter greeted his man as the lengthy sedan pulled up to the curb at last. “Phone please!” The Limo driver, a uniformed man... Interested in reading more? Check it out HERE
Tea in Gotham: 3 of 3
By BodhiMonger
Three: Junior
Above Gotham City, the clouds are a roiling cauldron.
In and amongst this nightmare topography, a huge figure nimbly dances. Eight-legged and agile, she places her web precisely and meticulously, weaving together the streets and blocks of the metropolis, it’s inhabitants oblivious.
But not all: the costumed ones watch with gathering frustration as their city is taken from them, helpless to take action against the phantom in the clouds. Their unhappiness is palpable, for when all is complete, when the final strand has found its place, the city and its occupants will no longer be theirs to lord over.
In her sleep, The Tarantula smiles, recognizing a plan. Interested in reading more? Check it out HERE
Three: Junior
Above Gotham City, the clouds are a roiling cauldron.
In and amongst this nightmare topography, a huge figure nimbly dances. Eight-legged and agile, she places her web precisely and meticulously, weaving together the streets and blocks of the metropolis, it’s inhabitants oblivious.
But not all: the costumed ones watch with gathering frustration as their city is taken from them, helpless to take action against the phantom in the clouds. Their unhappiness is palpable, for when all is complete, when the final strand has found its place, the city and its occupants will no longer be theirs to lord over.
In her sleep, The Tarantula smiles, recognizing a plan. Interested in reading more? Check it out HERE
The Way Back: Chapter 2
How long does it take
How long will it last
Till it feels like my whole world's not torn in half
If [I] remember what [I was]
Remember what [I] had
It won't be that hard to get it back
Amanda Wilkinson, Steve Wilkinson and Shaye Smith, "The Art of Letting Go"
Chapter 2: Torn In Half
By Ellen Fleischer
When Jim woke up the next morning, he still wasn't sure how well the previous night had gone. True, Bruce hadn't lost his temper, tried to order him off the property, or threatened to contest the lease agreement. But to say that Bruce had been delighted by the turn of events was pushing things. Bruce disliked being manipulated, and he didn't always take kindly to the assistance of others. No, Jim reflected, this could go either way. And should Bruce opt to ignore his new tenant, Jim admitted to himself that it would be difficult for him to keep his word not to interfere.
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How long will it last
Till it feels like my whole world's not torn in half
If [I] remember what [I was]
Remember what [I] had
It won't be that hard to get it back
Amanda Wilkinson, Steve Wilkinson and Shaye Smith, "The Art of Letting Go"
Chapter 2: Torn In Half
By Ellen Fleischer
When Jim woke up the next morning, he still wasn't sure how well the previous night had gone. True, Bruce hadn't lost his temper, tried to order him off the property, or threatened to contest the lease agreement. But to say that Bruce had been delighted by the turn of events was pushing things. Bruce disliked being manipulated, and he didn't always take kindly to the assistance of others. No, Jim reflected, this could go either way. And should Bruce opt to ignore his new tenant, Jim admitted to himself that it would be difficult for him to keep his word not to interfere.
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A scene from "Shock & Awe" to remind you what's going on in the world of Centurion:
By John Westcott
He sat across the rickety wooden table feeling empathy for animals
locked in a cage at the zoo for the yokels to feed or perhaps fish
reduced to swimming lazily back and forth in a tank while others
watched every nuance of their short lives, rather than across vast
rivers and oceans. Every eye in the place was glued to their every
movement and for Nuclear Inferno’s part, it unnerved him greatly.
Whatever Mr. Magus’ thoughts on the matter, he kept his own council
and refused to display any anxiety whatsoever.
It wasn’t long after their near disastrous encounter with the beasts
known as the Ucumar and the local armies on the island of Tierra del
Muerte Lenta that Magus and Inferno took to the jungle in hopes or
fomenting revolution among the populace that had been under the boot
heels of the rich and powerful criminals that had lived here for so
long.
Needless to say, it wasn’t going to be an easy task.
For countless generations, the locals had been oppressed by people
from strange lands...
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He sat across the rickety wooden table feeling empathy for animals
locked in a cage at the zoo for the yokels to feed or perhaps fish
reduced to swimming lazily back and forth in a tank while others
watched every nuance of their short lives, rather than across vast
rivers and oceans. Every eye in the place was glued to their every
movement and for Nuclear Inferno’s part, it unnerved him greatly.
Whatever Mr. Magus’ thoughts on the matter, he kept his own council
and refused to display any anxiety whatsoever.
It wasn’t long after their near disastrous encounter with the beasts
known as the Ucumar and the local armies on the island of Tierra del
Muerte Lenta that Magus and Inferno took to the jungle in hopes or
fomenting revolution among the populace that had been under the boot
heels of the rich and powerful criminals that had lived here for so
long.
Needless to say, it wasn’t going to be an easy task.
For countless generations, the locals had been oppressed by people
from strange lands...
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Another Day's Knight
By Nick4118
Ch.5: Bat Hunt Pt.2
The dark figure strode forward confidentally. His bright glowing eyes locked straight ahead. "I've been expecting you, Nightwing." The silohuette's mechanical voice said "welcome to my humble lair." He spread his arms in a theatrical motion "Sure, it's no Batcave, but it suits my needs." Nightwing, still on guard was jolted in surprise when he realized he recognized the voice. "That voice, it's Batman's when he uses the scrambler," he said. It had the same gravelly tone Bruce's did. Changed only by the slight distortion of manipulation. "How did you get that?" he asked.
"That's none of your concern, Nightwing. Now," the mystery man said as he stepped into the light of the window, "Do what you came here for."
As the man spoke, the window illuminated his figure. He was tall, no shorter than 2 meters and covered in armor. His suit was completely black aside from a red bat on his chest and his glowing eyes, now clearly part of a mask. None of his face showed, that which was not covered by the cowl was masked by a steel plate.
"Who are you?" Nightwing asked, subtly recording the encounter with a camera hidden in his mask.
"I'm Batman, of course." the usurper responded with a chuckle...
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Ch.5: Bat Hunt Pt.2
The dark figure strode forward confidentally. His bright glowing eyes locked straight ahead. "I've been expecting you, Nightwing." The silohuette's mechanical voice said "welcome to my humble lair." He spread his arms in a theatrical motion "Sure, it's no Batcave, but it suits my needs." Nightwing, still on guard was jolted in surprise when he realized he recognized the voice. "That voice, it's Batman's when he uses the scrambler," he said. It had the same gravelly tone Bruce's did. Changed only by the slight distortion of manipulation. "How did you get that?" he asked.
"That's none of your concern, Nightwing. Now," the mystery man said as he stepped into the light of the window, "Do what you came here for."
As the man spoke, the window illuminated his figure. He was tall, no shorter than 2 meters and covered in armor. His suit was completely black aside from a red bat on his chest and his glowing eyes, now clearly part of a mask. None of his face showed, that which was not covered by the cowl was masked by a steel plate.
"Who are you?" Nightwing asked, subtly recording the encounter with a camera hidden in his mask.
"I'm Batman, of course." the usurper responded with a chuckle...
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Batman Beyond Batman Legacy
Grayson apartment
Bludhaven
Thirty-five year old Richard Grayson is talking on telephone while his wife Barbara sits on the couch working on a laptop computer with a nine year old boy asleep with his head on Barbara's knee.
“Hey Bruce.”
'Dick. Still coming down for the weekend?' His mentor and father figure, Bruce Wayne, said on the other end of the line.
“Yeah,” Dick confirmed.
“Me and Barbara will be down to see everyone. Terry's really looking forward to seeing Helena again.”
'Those two seem to get on well,' Bruce said.
“Not too surprising,” Dick said with a smile.
“They have pretty much grown up together. Tim going to be there? We haven’t seen him in a while, it'll be good to see him. How's the Commissioner job treating him?”
'He seems happy enough,' Bruce said. 'Seems like he slotted into...Interested in reading more?
The Way Back
Prologue: In the Middle of the Night
Bruce reached for the cord and pulled the vertical blinds closed. Perhaps, without the moonlight shining in, he would finally be able to sleep. He closed his eyes again. When he opened them, the digital clock told him that a mere four minutes had passed since the last time he’d checked the display.
This was ridiculous. He was going home tomorrow. There was no reason to be apprehensive. It wasn’t as though he was venturing into the unknown. It wasn’t even as though he’d never been alone at the manor. Besides the occasional vacation, there had been more than one time when Alfred had resigned his post and gone his own way. This was the first time, though, that Bruce knew that his oldest friend wasn’t coming back. Or, he reflected, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he would never leave again. They’d buried him on the grounds.
He closed his eyes again. The last four days had been... Interested in Reading More?
Night Rythm
Dick Grayson didn’t know what he had missed most regarding his life as Nightwing. The wind calling to him? The night’s energy flowing through him? Maybe it was even the smell of the constant Bludhaven sewage back up. Either way he was glad to be back in black, roof walking. The demands of the Bludhaven police department’s newest recruit, Richard Grayson, have left little room for his evening pursuits of late. It was Barbara’s request to test out a few new field gadgets she had designed that gave Dick the excuse he needed to get out and kick a little ass.
Bradley towers, the two tallest buildings in Bludhaven, had no......Interested in reading more?
Black Out
Dick sat at the far end of the bar, a half empty bottle of beer in his hand. Roy came through the door, saw his friend and sat down next to him. He waved the bartender for a beer.
“How was work?” Roy glanced over.
Dick shrugged. He had called Roy and simply said that he needed a drink and needed a friend. He said he didn’t trust himself to drink alone and didn’t want to be alone.
“Tim called me, said ...... Interested in reading more?
Broken Circle
As long as I'd known him, Bruce has had this ring on his finger.It was not flashy. It was not...gaudy. It was just about the most tasteful thing there was to the whole Playboy persona. It just...was. Because I'd never seen him without it.
Almost never.
But I was getting to that. I shouldn't get ahead of myself.
Anyway.
It was one of the first things that caught my eye, when I'd first met Bruce. I'd come to him fresh out of Juvie, fresh off the ....Interested in reading more?
Lost
Nightwing swung a leg over the gargoyle head he had been sitting on looking out over the city and stood up. This was the tallest point in Bludhaven, the east building of Bradley Towers and gave the greatest vantage point of the entire city. He usually ended his nightly patrols here.
[Batman and I used to stay out on patrol until we’d experienced an hour-long lull in activity.]
With a truncheon in his hand he reached down and hooked the end of it into a hollowed out clasp of his right boot rig. With a pop-click it synced up with his powered jump line. Lifting up the truncheon he aimed it north and fired, expending a jet-black line in a gaseous haze far off into the night...Interested in reading more?