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The Batman

"From this moment on...none of you are safe."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by The Afterman

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A massive force of superheroes dedicated to the ruin of evil and corruption.

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The Batman

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Name: Bruce Wayne
Aliases: Batman, The Dark Knight, The World's Greatest Detective
Occupation: Philanthropist/Detective and crime fighter


Bruce Wayne's personality is one of steadfast dedication to the cause at hand and of an unwavering personal sense of goodness. In his chest there beats the heart of a man whose dedication to justice knows no boundaries. He invented the persona of Batman in order to combat the injustices that plagued his home city of Gotham. As Batman, his personality shifts from one of a smiling, good-natured buffoon to that of a meticulous and strategic hunter of wicked men. It could be said that, from an outside speculative source, the Batman harbors a grand sum of mental instability. Such an assumption could be held as correct. Witnessing countless horrific incidents has definitely impacted the Batman's mental state, and could very well threaten his stability. However, his adept mental fortitude aids him to stave off such a collapse in his psyche, if only until he can take such torment no longer.


The Arsenal

Batman is equipped with a large arsenal of gadgets, tools, and vehicles in order to aid him in his crusade on the criminal underworld:

  • The Batsuit & Cowl - The most important equipment in Batman's array. The Batsuit made of flame-retardant material and is reinforced with Kevlar and other armored padding, as well as being outfitted with an electrical system in order to disable assailants that would try to remove his mask. The Cowl is equipped with advanced facial recognition software, night and thermal vision, as well as magnifying lenses. It also contains a receiver-transmitter, alongside audio de-encryption and signal-scrambling software. The cape, made of a fabric of Lucius Fox's own design, allows Batman to glide from the rooftops, responding to electrical currents in the fingertips of his gloves. All in all, the Batsuit is Batman's chief piece of equipment, serving in concealing his identity as well as instilling fear into Gotham's criminals.
Suit Variants: Standard Suit Armored Suit Mech Suit Spacesuit Insider Suit
  • Batarangs - Bat-shaped shuriken made of stainless steel, used primarily to disarm and debilitate opponents, among other versatile uses. In the Batman's more-than-capable hands, they have succeeded in saving his skin numerous times. Variations include remote-controlled, sonic-emitting and explosive Batarangs.
  • Smoke/Gas Pellets - Pellets that contain gases to disable visibility and/or render foes unconscious, depending on whether or not the gas used is anesthetic.
  • Flashbangs - Grenades that release a device that temporarily impairs visionary and auditory capabilities to those near after detonation.
  • EMP Grenade - Grenades utilized to destroy all technological systems, such as surveillance cameras and computers.
  • Thermite Grenades - Grenades used to burn through structures.
  • Batgrapple - A gas-propelled grappling device used to attain higher ground or to traverse quickly over longer distances.
  • Acetylene Torch - A compact cutting tool that utilizes a focused laser beam to burn through susceptible objects.
  • Cryptographic Sequencer - Used to remotely access power boxes for shutting down electric fences and doors. Can also be used to access scrambled radio frequencies in order to further an investigation.
  • Batclaw - Similar in design to the Batgrapple, Batman utilizes this gadget to pull objects, or people, towards him.
  • Rebreather - A breathing apparatus meant to filter the oxygen within water into a breathable form, allowing Batman to remain underwater for as long as needed.
  • Batbeacon - A device that emits high-frequency transmissions used to attract bats.
  • Line Launcher - A device that fires a pair of cables, used to rappel across large gaps.
  • Lock Picks - Burglary tools kept in Batman's gloves, used to access locked doors.

  • Batmobile - An automobile customized to meet Batman's needs. Contains various artillery and other debilitating devices, and is outfitted with various layers of armored plating, ready for deployment or ejection.
  • Batwing - A jet used to patrol from the air. Much like its ground-based counterpart, it is armed with various weaponry.
  • Batbike - A motorcycle utilized by Batman for added maneuverability.
  • Batboat - A submarine used to patrol from the sea. Armed with torpedoes and radar, as well as stealth-enabling software.

Among Batman's arsenal are his physical and mental abilities. Having trained to utmost human perfection, and having mastered over 127 styles of martial arts, Batman is a formidable combatant in his own strength, which allows him to, even as Bruce Wayne, fight off the strongest of opponents. He has also attained mastery over the sciences, and has extensive knowledge of most any subject. His feats in theatricality and deception are key elements in his war on crime. His detective skills are widely regarded as the sharpest in the world, thus earning him his title. He is also an accomplished escape artist, having freed himself from many incarcerations placed on him by opponents who had managed to gain the upper hand on him in combat.

With an above genius level intellect, Batman is a contender unprecedented by few in this world. His mental prowess has devised many fool-proof strategies that have helped him succeed in countless encounters. Truly, the Batman's brain is to be feared much more than his brawn.

The Origin

Bruce Wayne was born into privilege, and to a loving family. Thomas and Martha Wayne were very well-loved and respected in the Gotham aristocracy, and often utilized the Wayne family fortune in various philanthropic pursuits. Needless to say, the Waynes instilled their spirit of generosity and morality into their young son. Ever the good-hearted ones, the Wayne family devoted their lives to the well-being of Gotham and its people, a lesson that reflected strongly into Bruce's own heart.

However, Bruce Wayne's life would ultimately change, forever altered by the dark realities hidden in Gotham's darker alley walls. As the family was returning home from a movie one dark night, they were approached by a shady man armed with a revolver. He very angrily demanded the Waynes' money, to which Thomas obliged calmly. However, once the crook set his sights on Martha's pearl necklace, Thomas was forced to intervene, receiving a fatal gunshot wound in the process. As Martha began to scream, the mugger trained his sights on her, gunning her down as well, silencing her for good. Just as the vicious man aimed at young Bruce, he was hurriedly ushered to flee the scene by an accomplice. With Thomas' last breath, he looked to his frightened son and reassured him with his final words: "Don't be afraid."

Left in tears in the cold and dark alley next to the dead bodies of his parents, Bruce felt his world collapse around him. The police finally arrived, keeping Bruce in their custody and trying all they could to comfort the boy until his butler arrived. Bruce was at a loss, blaming himself, telling himself he could've done something. The next day, he vowed to avenge their deaths.

Strengthening his body at an early age, he engaged in intense physical training and portion control, utilizing biofeedback to keep track of his progress. He also researched the sciences, all he could muster, and learned about everything his eyes caught a glimpse of. As he grew older, he began excelling in academic pursuits, acquiring degrees in chemistry, engineering, criminal science, advanced chemistry, and other rigorous fields. He would later travel the world in order to obtain the skills he would need in order to physically punish evil.

Upon returning from his travels, Bruce Wayne was greeted with open arms back into the seedy city's embrace. He used his return to establish himself within Wayne Enterprises as a typically clueless CEO. He also took up various philanthropic pursuits, in the footsteps of his parents, appearing to throw his money at whatever charity came calling. It wasn't long until he took to the streets, adopting a street urchin disguise in order to gain access to Gotham's underworld. Having a run-in with a group of thugs, Bruce managed to overcome his opponents, incurring a serious stab wound.

As he made his way home, bleeding profusely, he couldn't help but think that his disguise, while unsettling, didn't instill the fear he wished his targets to feel. He sat in his study, not bothering to call on Alfred to help him with his wound. Bruce merely sat, bleeding and brooding, looking to a stone bust of his father, praying to his memory for inspiration, a sign of what he must do.

Through the window came a large bat, which clung to the stone bust of Thomas Wayne, screeching in the dying Bruce Wayne's direction. Bruce took this sign as the ultimate calling to his destiny. "Yes, father," he said. "I shall become a Bat."

Thus, the vengeance of Thomas and Martha Wayne, as well as the vengeance of Gotham, was born.

So begins...

The Batman's Story

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It was a late night and all was going according to plan as the grandfather clock struck midnight on the dot within the old not so abandoned warehouse and all that sat inside was the monotonous sounds of men unloaded crates labeled as fragile down before a lone figure who stood waiting and watching only to smile as he checked his golden pocket watch. One man brought over a crowbar and opened up one of the crates just to smile as the light revealed a gleaming treasure of gems and it was with two steps that Clockwork stood over his new found treasure just to smile greedily.

"Clockwork, Sir, this is quiet a haul you got here.....we are going to see our cut of it right?" The brutish man spoke only to quiver a bit as Clockwork turned to give him a level gaze. Clockwork simply glanced back down at his watch to check the time only to pocket his timepiece and turn his attention else ware in the factory for a brief second as another group of men arrived with several more crates from vans or trucks they had driven to get to the factory. "You will all get paid but there will be a ten percent decrease considering you second team arrived twenty seconds late. I was assured by your employer that my goods would be delivered on time." Clockwork muttered, reaching down to pick up a rather hefty looking diamond, his eyes drifting else ware for a bit before regaining his focus on the thug who he was speaking to. "Now get the rest of those crates unpacked and bring them to the office at the far end of the building. I want to get an early start tomorrow as I have more in store for this city."

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The Batman was flying above in the darkened skies, the sun having bid its farewell some hours ago. Wing City was always a hellhole, war-torn and riddled with scum and villainy the likes of which would make even some of Arkham's finest riddled with disgust. Suddenly, there was a call on the comm. from Alfred. "Go ahead Alfred," he said quickly. The Batwing's comm. channels were secure, so he was able to speak freely. "Sir, I've received a rather perturbing phone call from one of the board members of the Wayne Company involving the Wayne Foundation's expenses. It appears that Gotham City Hospital and related clinics aren't receiving proper funding. And you know what that means for disease research."

That sat heavy on Bruce's mind. Such an event was rather important, and he was glad Alfred thought to call. "I'll resolve the issue when I get back, Alfred. Nothing a team of lawyers can't fix..." He was distracted by a signal that emanated from his console. It detected several life form readings on the surface. Performing a scan on the ground with video surveillance, he was able to catch what was obviously an illicit gathering at a nearby warehouse. Further examination showed that the group of thugs below were in possession of several crates, all filled with jewels. "Time to go to work. Batwing, engage auto-pilot and find a secure landing space." He then pressed the large red button on his control panel, opening a hatch below his feet. He unfastened his harness, dropping from the bottom. The hatch closed, and the Batwing retreated towards the horizon.

Batman, however, was falling downward, aiming for the roof of the warehouse. Once he reached the proper altitude, he spread his cape, allowing himself to glide and gently land on the warehouse rooftop. Careful to ensure that he made nary a sound, he eased his way over to the edge, nearest to the group of criminals. He produced a pair of binoculars and prepped his earpiece to receive nearby sound waves, able to easily pick up the voices of the thugs.

"Clockwork, Sir, this is quiet a haul you got here.....we are going to see our cut of it right?" Clockwork. Obviously the man in charge, standing there overseeing the rest of the men. Bruce would remember all he could gather from this man. "You will all get paid but there will be a ten percent decrease considering you second team arrived twenty seconds late. I was assured by your employer that my goods would be delivered on time. Now get the rest of those crates unpacked and bring them to the office at the far end of the building. I want to get an early start tomorrow as I have more in store for this city."

This guy was practically building his own psychological profile. He had a fixation on time and promptness, of that there was nothing but certainty. But what his aims are remains to be seen. Batman would have to observe further.

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Several of the men continued to unload their scores as quickly as possible and Clockwork tossed the diamond back from whence it came only to make his way down the large factory floor and into the office were several boxes of jewels had already been left along with a desk with all the commodities one would find on it and a rather nice looking chair that he quickly filled with his own body. Clockwork simply began to lean back and remove his glasses as he pulled out his phone and dialed a few numbers just to then press it against his ear and smile.

"Mr. Provencher, yes I do have what your looking for but it is truly a pity, I was assured that these were your best men." Clockwork spoke just to then sigh as he picked up a necklace endowed with rubies and sapphires that glistened in the light. "No I do not see how that is relative. I am taking a larger cut of the prophets that what was agreed upon due to the fact that it was my idea and my knowledge on when the vaults would be closed and locked up. Not to mention my own design on how to bypass the system." Clockwork raised his voice a in agitation only to suddenly look up and see another goon bring in a crate and trip spilling the contents across the floor. Clockwork simply began to shake his head a bit and pushed himself away from the desk only to frown a little. "I find it laughable that you would even think that these men could do manual labor. I told them there was going to be a drop in their payout for this and I am starting to think that they should be count themselves lucky."

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Batman watched as a handful of the goons carried some crates inside. He was able to use the shadows to his advantage; he slipped down from the roof, landing quietly on his feet, using his knees to absorb the shock. With their backs turned and attentions generally dull either way, Batman was able to sneak through the entrance with fluid ease, trailing behind the goons with crates. He kept to the shadows, using his longtime ally to his advantage. He remained out of sight, out of their knowledge. His presence in Wing City was next to nonexistent, but he could still give the criminals here plenty of reasons to fear him.

Silently, he made his way to Clockwork's office at the end of the warehouse. Clockwork himself had initiated a phone call: "Mr. Provencher, yes I do have what your looking for but it is truly a pity, I was assured that these were your best men." Batman continued to listen. Provencher? Feels like I've heard that name before, he thought. "No I do not see how that is relative. I am taking a larger cut of the profits than what was agreed upon due to the fact that it was my idea and my knowledge on when the vaults would be closed and locked up. Not to mention my own design on how to bypass the system." So, this Clockwork was a tinkerer in his own right. Fitting.

Suddenly, a lone goon walked by, seemingly struggling with the hefty crate of jewels he now carried. Batman saw this as an opportunity to strike: he had names, accomplices, photographs taken through his cowl, and of course he'd been recording verbal transactions. Had this not been a spontaneous bust, he could have wiretapped the phone line to this building. However, he settled on the plan at hand. Procuring a small tranquilizer dart from his utility belt, he threw it with just enough force to plant it into the side of the goon's neck. Before the guy realized what had hit him, he had collapsed, a heap of dead weight, spewing the precious jewels all over Clockwork's office. Batman heard the criminal speak once more.

"I find it laughable that you would even think that these men could do manual labor. I told them there was going to be a drop in their payout for this and I am starting to think that they should be count themselves lucky." Batman waited, until it was quite obvious that the thug was unconscious, before rounding the corner to confront the mastermind behind the jewel heist. "Clockwork, huh? Nice moniker. It'll look nicer in the police records."

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Clockwork continued to look at the good expecting the man to quickly pick up the loot just to then stand up and suddenly realize that the man was out cold. It was then when he stood up and taken a few steps towards the man that the vigilante showed himself who caused the goon to go down.

"Mr. Provencher I will have to call you back. It seem we have a infestation of some kind." Clockwork casually placed the phone back down on the hook only to reach for his glasses and clean them up a bit just to glare at Batman only shake his head. "I was not expecting any kind of delay." Clockwork muttered a bit as he put his glasses on and got a better look at Batman just to then smirk a little. "Though I suppose this city is known for its crazies. Who are you." Clockwork seemed rather calm as he produced a golden watch from his vest pocket only to flip it open and look down at the time as if timing the man for a answer that he already knew.

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"I was not expecting any kind of delay. Though I suppose this city is known for its crazies. Who are you?" the criminal asked in a rather nonchalant manner. He seemed rather unimpressed with Batman's arrival. It was that cute spark of disinterest that he loved to stamp out so much. Batman didn't answer his question at first, but continued to scowl as the scum idly checked his golden pocket watch. The air grew stale, possibly from the unkempt habitat he found himself in.

"Since you don't seem to know, I'll fill you in: I'm Batman, and this is the end of the line for you, Clockwork. Let's go!" With that, the Dark Knight reached out to grab the insufferable criminal by the arm.

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"Batman you say?" Clockwork mocked only to then hit one of the tuners on his watch. "You see I'm afraid that your time is up Mr. Batman." It was then that Clockwork watched as time itself seemed to slow down for the two of them allowing the villain in question to grab hold of a paper weight and swing at Batman's head.

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Batman became perturbed as the world around him seemed to warp and distort. Time itself was slowing, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to discern why: Clockwork was obviously a superhuman. Just then, the lunatic jewel thief lashed out at the Dark Knight with a rather hefty paperweight. Batman was able to duck under the incoming attack, avoiding a potentially traumatic blow to the cranium. This room was small, so the advantage could fall into either man's grasp. Batman retaliated with a right cross, aiming for the time-bender's jaw.

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Clockwork felt the jaw busting hit land directly in its place and with a few step backwards and a accidental drop of his pocket watch the villain lost his grip on time as it seemed to warp back to its proper place. All things aside Clockwork had not been expecting that and as he reached to feel his jaw a bit of discomfort ran over his form. "You bastard." Clockwork mumbled a bit as bumbled about only to fall back over the desk and hit the ground with a loud thud that knocked over a small box of gems tumbling to the ground.

Suddenly two henchmen would arrive with guns as the strange happening caught their attention just to look rather surprised at the mess and the masked vigilante just to then realize that their employer was down on the ground.

"Get him!" One of the thugs shouted as they both began to open fire on the dark knight in hopes of taking him down in order to get back on Clockworks good side.

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Batman could only smile triumphantly as he watched the young man fall to the floor, consciousness having left him after that rocking blow to the jaw. He took a few moments to notice the time alterations releasing their grip from the fabric of reality. He also soon realized that the return of the normal flow of time meant the thugs outside would have heard Clockwork's fall.

Sure enough, he was approached by a pair of henchmen armed with fully automatic sub-machine guns. Get him! one of them shouted. It was in that moment that Batman had formulated a plan of action: above him was a vent system, which he could use to escape the hail of gunfire about to rip through the tiny office. This also meant he had to leave Clockwork behind. In a flash, and with a scornful grimace, he had produced and thrown a smoke pellet, filling the room with a thick gas meant to disable visibility.

With a single leap, he was able to cling to the vent, rip open the cover, and clamber inside. As he traced his way through the ventilation pipes, he could still hear the sounds of bullets ripping the office to pieces.

Clockwork would be very unhappy at the renovations to his office, but supposed it was a small price to pay for not being in prison. Or else, it would be if the man weren't a maniac. Batman had to escape; there were too many of these goons to fight and not enough vantage points to try and take them out one by one.

He reached the end of one of the vents, peering out. It led to the darkened world outside. With that, he very roughly kicked the vent cover out, easing his way out and down to the ground below. "Batwing, commence extraction mode," he spoke into a communicator. There he waited until the Batwing flew by, grabbing onto a lowered cable and flying off into the darkness, looking back at the shabby warehouse.

"I'll get you yet, Clockwork," he mumbled to himself before beginning to climb the cable.

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The sounds of screaming had drawn him here; it was a victim of a violent attack. How violent the attack he could not ascertain based on the screams alone. They had been screams of terror, however. It wasn't until he stood at the scene in the deserted alley that he gathered the magnitude of violence perpetuated in the assault: it was a grisly scene to be sure, and a very particularly disturbing one at that. The man had been stabbed, multiple times, with a razor-sharp blade -possibly a dagger.

The blood spatter indicated that the killer had been holding this as-of-yet unidentified man in his grasp as he began to repeatedly run him through. The head being turned around one hundred and eighty degrees was an inventive touch. It was certainly a creative "twist", forgiving the expression. Batman was just slightly thankful he didn't have to move the body in order to perform a facial-recognition scan. The software in the cowl's lenses performed a thorough examination of the dead man's visage, accessing multiple databanks, in order to coincide with the deceased's identity.

In a matter of moments, a positive match was displayed before him. "Johnathan Carmichael; senator." He had a criminal record that consisted of public intoxication, hiring prostitutes on multiple occasions, public indecency, sexual assault, assault and battery, and driving while intoxicated; all cleared from public record due to his status, of course.

Drawing up an accurate motive for this particular incident would be hard to do, especially in a city that wasn't Batman's territory. He'd have to delve into Terran police records to draw up a list of possible suspects. However, this job looked rather professional, given the gruesome manner in which it was carried out. There also didn't appear to be any indication of a large struggle; maybe a bit of flailing before being impaled over and over, but that appeared to be it.

A UV scan produced nothing new. All the blood on the ground belonged to Carmichael, along with hair follicles and skin tissue. There was nothing but dirt collected under his fingernails, nothing in his mouth or caught in his teeth. There weren't even any footprints that didn't belong to the now-cadaverous senator.

Whoever had done this had been very, very good. However, they could not elude the wrath of the Batman for long. He would catch the perpetrator, in time. For now, though, there was information to gather, both on this man and the so-called Clockwork. Grappling his way to the rooftops, he made his way into the "more decent" parts of the city, where his hotel awaited him.

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A tavern. It was a great place to start.

By now the news of the senator's murder had reached to populace of Wing City, one way or another. And it was a well-known fact that rumors and hearsay were abundant in taverns. However, it wasn't all that unexpected to find something more than common drivel made up by drunks who enjoyed the occasional tall tale. So, he decided to find the nearest thug, local street vermin, who had scraped together enough money to buy themselves a few drinks, and "probe" them for information regarding the senator's demise.

Gripping them by the throat, not quite cutting off airflow, Batman began the interrogation thus: "Tell me what you know about the murder of Senator Carmichael!" he demanded. The guy began to sputter at first, afraid. Good. A tightening grip coerced a plea for relief, and a surrender of knowledge. Cowardly. Always out to save their own skin at any cost.

"The guy had enemies. Lots of 'em. It's no secret. He was in on some shady dealings in the Wing City underworld: arms trading, drug trafficking, he too a cut from all of it. Even got some drug lord to donate to his campaign. The guy was up to his friggin' balls in political corruption! It's also news to no one that he was wanted dead by a heap of people" Of course the thug was right. Bruce's own research into the late senator revealed a slew of scandals and allegations of felonious activity; all of which, of course, he'd had a hand in. The death threats and grudges he'd accumulated didn't help either. It only made pinning a killer that much more challenging.

Basically everyone in Wing City could be a suspect. "C'mon man, lemme go!" the thug pleaded. Of course, this was never a good thing to ask of the Batman "If you insist," Batman mused. With a swift motion, the Dark Knight dropped the thug to his feet, and immediately struck the man in the jugular veins with the flat of his hand, triggering instantaneous unconsciousness.

With the vermin crumpled to the ground, Batman disappeared into the night. He wasn't given much to go on; nothing he couldn't have figured out for himself anyway. Still, at least he felt assured that people had at least some semblance of knowledge of what the senator had been involved in.

He would need to investigate the other politicians at a later time.

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He tracked Richard Hayter to an old apartment complex in the eastern part of the city. This place felt more like home: it was the shady part of the neighborhood where one could find a knife between their ribs for glancing in the general direction of a violent offender.

The neon lights on the "No Vacancy" sign illuminated the darkness outside. Batman watched as Richard strode into his apartment, laying down a leather messenger bag on his musty couch. The reporter looked distraught: his hair was unkempt and ragged, his clothes were wrinkled, with his shirt unbuttoned at the top. After returning from the kitchen with a bottle of beer in hand, Richard sat down on the couch, reaching forward to the hardwood coffee table, picking up the remote and turning on the television opposite him.

Batman took this as an opportunity to drop in. He had preemptively attached a device to the fuse box that would temporarily cut electricity for the entire building. Utilizing the device was a simple matter of remotely activating it with the cryptographic sequencer. Darkness enshrouded the building, and the tenants of the apartment began to groan, panic, or become genuinely confused.

He took this opportunity to come in through the window to Richard's right. He slipped in, quietly, standing just enough away from the window to let the external light illuminate his shadow. "Richard Hayter," he stated. The reporter turned in shock towards the origin of the grave vocals. Standing there by his living room window was a tall and shadowy figure, imposing in his darkness. "I understand you have some history with the late senator Johnathan Carmichael. What do you know about his dealings in illegal rackets?"

Richard stammered, trying to find his words. "N-n-nothing you couldn't figure out for yourself, I'm sure. Carmichael's dealings aren't exactly classified information. Anyone in Wing City could tell you about him and his so called 'scandals'." Batman strode forward, getting in the smaller man's face. "I'm sure they could. However, I have a feeling that you know more than everyone else. So tell me." Intimidation was always easier than the calm and reasonable friendly discussion. Intimidation helps the interrogated remember: it's helps them to not lie.

Richard sighed. "Alright, here's what I got: Rumors are circling around the underworld that Carmichael was involved in some shady business; shadier than the usual drug deals and arms trade. The rumors say he was into some deep secret society shit, a cult where the elite powers of Wing City gather. No one knows where to find this society, or even if they exist, but it would make sense, if you follow the money. Arms trades, drug deals, even human trafficking. It's said that this organization, whoever they are, are wanting to take over the black market first, and they launder their industry through politicians with powerful connections, and the ability to shrug off criminal charges. I can't help but to think that these rumors may be somewhat accurate."

If what Richard said was true, it would explain quite a lot. However, if this secret society did exist, and Carmichael was a part of it, what reason would they have to kill him? He was just the sort of powerful friend a group of black market dealers would need. Unless, of course, he backed out, in which case they would have him killed. At that point, it was a matter of finding the killer, and tracing them back to their source. The senator's killing was the work of a professional; a sadistic professional, but a professional nonetheless.

A hitman. Find the hitman, find the client.

Batman returned his attention to Richard. "Do you know if Carmichael was trying to opt out of these illicit dealings?" he asked. Richard took in a breath to speak. Suddenly, his head snapped back, a stream of blood running down his forehead. His lifeless corpse fell backward, landing on the floor with a hard thud.

He took cover behind a wall, peeking out of the window to try to find the shooter.

When he was certain the shooter had gone, he checked on Richard. Of course, he knew the man was dead. He reached into the dead man's pocket, procuring a cell phone. He dialed 911. "Wing City Police Department, what's your emergency?" However, there was no one on the other end of the line.

The Batman had vanished.

Lights pervaded throughout the apartment complex, to the relief of the tenants. The WCPD began tracing the call to Richard's room, and would have officers on scene momentarily to discover the body of the late reporter. Meanwhile, Batman had other matters to attend to.
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From behind his scope, Dust watched the scene unfold. The reporter fell, and the other man hid, scurrying to safety like a rat. His target, however, was not the man dressed as a Bat. His target was the reporter; the loose end.

With his task complete, and the reporter murdered, he vanished from the scene, before the shadowy figure came looking for him. Not that he was worried about confronting the crazed vigilante.

He'd fought bigger rats before.

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The trail was cold now.

His only lead had been killed. Now it was just a matter of finding the killer. Patrolling the streets was one way to start: there had to be someone in this city that knew who was behind senator Carmichael's murder. And with Richard Hayter dead, his only option was to take to the streets of Wing City....

This particular pathway was infamous for the horrendous crimes perpetrated on it. Drug dealers and murderers roamed the "Dead End" as it was called. He was there to get answers, to find someone he could probe for information. All he found was a woman being assaulted by a much larger man.

Batman dropped from the rooftops, grabbing the man's wrist just as he was about to deal another deafening blow to the woman's cranium. He squeezed hard, constricting the nerves and rendering the thug incapable of using his right hand. Instantly, he relocated the man's arm into a "chicken wing" hold, pushing his face into the nearby brick wall. Batman turned his attention to the battered woman. "Go." She didn't need telling again; she shuffled off in silence and made herself scarce.

The street rat on the other hand wasn't going anywhere but down. His head was placed into the grip of the masked vigilante, rammed into the wall once more, harder than the first. He was out cold, and not getting up for a while, and not without a massive headache. Suddenly, there came the sound of rustling trash and scuffling feet. Behind him stood a group of six thugs, two of them armed with large metal pipes.

"Hey! You was the one what gave Jimmy a hassle, wasn't you?" one of them called out. "We'll teach you what happens to do-good pricks what don't know their business! Break 'im boys!" The two with the pipes rushed forward, the first of the two swinging it like a baseball bat. He was slow, and not nearly powerful enough. Batman caught the blunt weapon in his hand, his gauntlet serving to weaken the blow. He ripped it from the thug's grasp, bending it over his knee. He lashed out with a forward kick to the stomach, crumpling the worthless wretch.

Two more backed up the other armed assailant, surrounding the Dark Knight. Two Batarangs were deployed, striking the two at the left and right in the face, giving Batman enough of a window to jump kick the second, sending him flying backward without his makeshift weapon, which Batman picked up and threw away behind him.

The other two had regained their nerves, and the remaining two on the sidelines took their place in front of the Dark Knight. The alley was cramped: perfect. They had nowhere to run. The first telegraphed his right cross, winding it up as if he were actually going to accomplish something. His arm fell into his opponent's grip, and he was punched in the ribs once, twice, three times before taking a headbutt to the face. Batman secured a knockout punch with his left hand, dropping the attacker like a sack of bricks.

Two more stepped forth, and one even attempted a jumping attack. Bruce sidestepped the attack, drilling a sideways kick into the other man's gut before whirling around and driving a solid punch into the back of the first guy's head. He fell forward, unconscious. The second man was standing again, rushing him. He attempted a tackle, but was stopped dead in Batman's grasp, his body weight shifted to his legs. The Dark Knight wasn't going anywhere. A knee to the thug's sternum, however, ensured he would regret this decision. A knee to the face put him in a standing position, his bloody nose cupped in his hands. Utilizing the Batgrapple, Bruce was able to snag his legs in the cable, yanking the man off his feet, his head smacking against the pavement and putting him out.

The last one had picked up an adjacent garbage can, hurling it at Batman, who was able to sidestep and push the metal canister to the ground. Steadily, he strode towards the thug, who took up a mock boxing stance. "Come on!" he roared defiantly. Batman got in close, using his hands to break apart his opponent's weak guard, ramming his open palms into the man's larynx before giving him a right hook to the left temple. He was dropped, but not out.

Batman picked him up, his ragged shirt in his firm grip. "What do you know about the murder of Johnathan Carmichael?" he demanded. The thug was groggy, that strike to the head not sitting with him so well. He was also having trouble speaking, on account of the crushed larynx. 'You hit him too hard, Bruce. Damn you.' With a brutish grunt, Batman backhanded the already weary vermin, putting him out for the rest of the night. He left them where they were, making his way to the rooftops.

He would find something, find another lead. For the sake of the safety of Wing City, he had to.

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He followed her, recognized her. In the shadows in remained, where he was most comfortable, avoiding her line of sight. A silent and watchful apparition, Batman knew this girl; she had been in league with Slade Wilson previously in her life. Still, he remained watching, wondering what it was she was doing here. All he could do was follow and observe, see where she was going, what she was doing.

If she was here for malicious purposes, it'd be up to him to take her down. He would have to go about that carefully; one slip up and she could bury him beneath pounds of rubble. However, it seemed that she was.....wandering. She appeared to be roaming around aimlessly, worried and frightened. She wasn't a very liked girl, and for good reason.

But, he couldn't determine that she was in fact committing any crimes. She was just lost. However, all he could do at this point was watch.

And wait.

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Down the street, a small gathering of denizens around a shack, no more appropriate than a simple tent in a bizzare. They all looked down at the salesman, a lowly imp with an eye for opportunity. Behind him was a large stash of technology, most of it made of brass and steel. A majority of these items were likely unfinished, or unsafe, but after having only recently obtained his freedom, 'Gadgetson' would do whatever he could to make the quickest buck possible. "You won't find this any other shop, and I have limited stock so gather 'round and take your pick!" The small salesmen called out, expecting to attract more customers. One at a time several left with their new gizmos and mechanisms, some of which displeased to find they spent their money on nothing but scrap metal.

As the crowd slowly started to dwindle, one man who had waited to make his purchase frowned at the Imp, holding his useless item with disdain. "What kind of shit are you trying to pull with this junk!" The man retorted as his face flared red with rage. The imp being oh so brave, held his hands up defensively. "Ya-Y-Y-You gotta be kiddn' me! This is the finest-" But he was cut short as the man swung the hunk of metal at Gadgetson and knocked him back. With that, the man took the money he and many others spent on these contraptions and stammered off. A few passing witnesses chuckled at the sight, knowing he was a lowly thief.

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'What is she doing?' he thought. He had moved to the rooftops to get a better vantage point, able to see from more angles. Slowly he sauntered along, staring down at her from his position. It allowed him better eyes on her.

It also gave him better sight for the commotion occurring in the street below. A gathering of citizens, crowding around an imp street merchant selling all kinds of worthless junk; Batman could tell just by looking. One of the customers seemed to be growing angry, stepping into the imp's face. 'Not good,' he thought. Suddenly, the imp was taken out by his own merchandise, stricken across the face and knocked back. The assailant then reached forward and stripped the unconscious merchant of his money.

He fled, running across the street with cash in hand. The crowd opened up with a series of chuckles, amused at the beating and theft of the imp merchant. He wasn't very well liked, that much was apparent. However, Batman couldn't let the man escape after doing something like that. Grappling his way to the rooftops across him, he tailed the man as he ran down the sidewalk. Eventually, he rounded a corner and slowed to a walk, counting his ill-gotten gains.

He was a common cretin; no need to break him unless he provoked the Batman. Slithering down from the rooftop, he dropped, allowing his knees to absorb the shock, padded by the material in his suit. "Give the money back." It was a cold voice, hardened by the willingness to do what was necessary to take back what didn't belong to the thief. "Who the fuck do you think you-"

The criminal was cut off by his own surprise and fear, looking up at the towering demon that stood before him. His mouth hung open, terror paralyzing his movements. "What the....what the fuck are you?" Batman walked forward, glaring down at the lowly wretch. Immediately, the thug found himself relinquished of the stolen money. "Get lost," Batman demanded. In no need to be told twice, the man turned tail and bolted down the street.

From the rooftops once more, Batman was able to observe the situation; the imp had recovered from his thrashing, head aching and spirits dampened. Wrapped in paper, he dropped the money from the roof into the merchant's lap, ensuring to conceal his involvement in the recovery. The imp had best count himself lucky; he wasn't the type to get such help.

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Once he regained his composure, the Imp was only able to catch a glance as the man ran off. With a heavy sigh, Gadgetson rubbed his bruised and slightly bleeding head, wiping the blood onto his worn overalls. "Sneaky.. Damn Thieves.." He trailed off, muttering slurs in anger that he was again robbed, for this was not the first time he was cast aside. Reaching up, he grabbed the edge of a curtain that hung down from the roof of his shanty-shack. Pulling on it, the curtain blocked all view of his merchandise, and himself. On the front, a sign was nailed through the cloth, reading; "CLOSED." In red paint.

As he began to walk back into 'his' alleyway, he could have sword he felt a piece of hail or stone fall against his duster hat. Looking down, Gadgetson found the rolled up stack of credits, all he had to his name. With no expression but pure confusion, he reached down and hastily placed it back in his pockets. He glanced upwards, unsure of where this came from, but hardly caring seeing that all that mattered was that it was back in his possession. He called out. "Eh.. T-Thanks?" Then he continued on, moving between the alleyways until he saw a woman upon a dumpster.

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She began to tail the criminal. Why? He was of no concern anymore. He was afraid. Good. But she needn't get involved. She chased him down, wanting to give him the punishment he didn't need. He had been corrected, quite well.

Now here she was, threatening to run him down. "Listen lady, I get it. I learned my lesson from that goddamn giant....bat!" He was shaking in his shoes, still in shock from their encounter. Now all Batman had to do was ensure that Terra didn't obliterate him with the concrete she had just ripped from the ground.

His hand dipped to his belt, producing a couple of Batarangs, just in case she needed to be thrown off course.

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It was time. She attacked the man, something that was unnecessary. He hurled the Batarangs in her direction, dropping from the rooftops and sauntering toward her, his glare a piercing gaze of anger. "What are you doing here, Terra?" he demanded from her.

He readied himself for an assault. It wasn't very long ago that this girl had been trained by Deathstroke, so she was very capable of fighting off assailants. She was also quite wicked when she needed to be. Still, her appearance was altogether confusing and unsettling. Was she here as a part of Deathstroke's plans, or of her own agenda? Was she here to destroy Wing City? So many questions that only she could answer, should she answer truthfully.

"I won't ask again: What are you doing here, girl?!"

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He watched from the rooftops, the lenses in his cowl having zoomed in on what was going on in the streets below: a drug deal. Shady business for shady businessmen. The whole exchange was very much no-nonsense; it seemed to him that these thugs were on edge about something. Tuning his earpiece receiver, he was able to pick up on the conversation via long-range microphone.

"-or any o' them fuckin' chinks." one of them said. He was a very well-groomed man, speaking with an Irish accent. He must have been part of the Irish mob that had such a profound reputation around these parts. "You got it, Liam," his partner answered.

They carried out their business, exchanging the goods for the money; quick, formal, and no bullshit. Swooping down there and interfering wouldn't be a good idea at this point, as there was no telling how many of their guys could be around, watching and making sure everything went smoothly. So he just watched.

And waited.

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"How much is that by now, you think?" Liam asked, one of the men in the car with him speaking up. "I don't know. If we go by how much we usually make by now, uh... 7K, American." The man said, he was distinct that unlike Liam and those around him he didn't have an Irish accent.

He wore a hood, keeping his image concealed in case someone got too close or the law was watching. Either had a lot to lose with this relationship coming to light to the authorities, or he was just extremely paranoid being in Wing City.

"George, circle da' block." Liam ordered the sedan's driver. "Aye." He answered, starting the car with a quick turn of the ignition. The dark blue sedan crept out of the alley, it's tinted windows rising before it hit the street.

Liam's eyes passed over the people of Wing City, watching for rival gangsters, cops, or anyone who might be trouble. The last thing they needed were white knights, especially while the police had so much other crap to deal with. The attention being elsewhere was a godsend to the Casey Mob.

It showed in their profits.

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The sedan started to move, easing its way out of the alley it had previously been parked in. He'd have to follow from the rooftops, which wouldn't be a problem. He stood, jumping to the next roof, keeping an eye out as the sedan began to turn onto the road. From up here he could see a good many things: kids playing in an abandoned lot, people walking along sidewalks or standing at at the bus stop, hell, some were even hanging out their laundry to dry.

This city was just like any other: beautiful to look at from a distance, but once you ventured further into its confines, you realize just how rotten to the core it is. If the things he had witnessed during his time in Wing City were any indication, he was in for something truly horrifying.

He kept pace from his vantage point, watching as the sedan cruised at a moderate pace through the streets. Where it would go he had not the slightest inclination, but he had to be sure to follow them, and make sure to not make himself stick out to anyone. Contrary to popular belief, sometimes people look up. And sometimes, when they do, they catch a glimpse of something they weren't supposed to. So he remained away from the edges as much as he could, peeking only to see where the sedan would turn next.

It was a matter of cat and mouse at this point; stalking the dark blue rodent beneath his feet.

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Character Portrait: Sam Adama Character Portrait: Liam Casey Character Portrait: David Agmon Character Portrait: The Batman

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Several blocks down the street, the Irish Sedan was spotted through a pair of binoculars while a black Rolls phantom sat idling in an adjacent alleyway.

As the dark blue Sedan pulled out of the alleyway to circle the block, Sam put his car in gear and started after the dark blue sedan.

"Párte to óplo kai to fortío af̱tó." Sam said as he turned onto the road, the dark blue sedan two car lengths in front of them. All while Sam gestured to the Disruptor RCW laying on the seat in the back seat.

"Nkouatráo thélei af̱tó to o̱raío kai éf̱kolo, na skotó̱sei tous pi̱dáei kai na lávoun ta chrí̱matá tous." Sam added, giving the car a bit more gas.

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"Can we get some music?" George asked, "Like what?" Liam asked, "I like Wham!." George told Liam, "Are you a fuckin' poof?" Liam asked the driver, "They jus' 'ave some good songs is all." George explained.

"Fine, whatever."

Liam decided it was best to give in, he could endure 80s pop music for a little while. They had to report back to his brother soon anyways. The city rolled by, calmer than it usually was. "Take a right." Liam said, eyes back on the streets as the vehicle made it's turns.

The sound of Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go almost derailed the mood when it blasted through the airwaves, but it helped Liam in a way.

"Why can't home be more like 'dis?" He asked, "Home is like this. Gloomy and full of terrorists. Just back home they're Irish." George answered.

"Aye, brother."