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I think I'm a little too old for batGIRL anymore..

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a character in “Dark Avengers: The Galactus Wars pt 1”, originally authored by WadeJackel, as played by DustAndEchoes

So begins...

Batwoman's Story

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Character Portrait: Batman Character Portrait: Batwoman Character Portrait: The Phantom Character Portrait: Hawkeye Character Portrait: Green Arrow Character Portrait: (Dark) Iron Man Character Portrait: (Dark) Captain America Character Portrait: MOON SPELL aka Marc Secret
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The 'motley crew' of the remaining masked hero's had regrouped at the feet of their fallen teammate, there they would rethink their position and contemplate options for carrying on after the devastating events of these past weeks. The first thing that needed to be done was to find another base of operations, the Bat caves were now useless, being largely caved in and filled with rubble.

Clean up was going to be messy, that task however would be left to city officials, the concerns of the masked hero's would be far more labor intensive. Their job was simple, restore order and set up a new security system, not an easy endeavor, seeing as the two greatest minds of Earth-619 were missing. Even though they could not rely on the knowledge and expertise of either Dr. Bruce Banner or Stephan Strange, they still had Tony Stark at their disposal.

Luckily, Stark had in fact been working on a new defense system prior to the onslaught of Symbiote monsters, the device was complete and fully functional, it just awaited approval. If it didn't have approval before, it would certainly be approved now. Even as they discussed their remaining options Batman couldn't stop himself from casting several heart-sick gazes at the ruins of his beloved estate.

It was decided at this impromptu meeting that Batwoman and Green Arrow should serve as second and third in command of the remaining order of masked hero's. Captain America was the natural choice as their new leader, certainly Batman was an obvious selection but due to the secrecy surrounding his true identity among the populace, to have him take over the mantle of leadership was simply not practical.

After the executive ranks of the new order of Dark Hero's had been portioned out Iron Man left for Stark tower to prepare the security device.


"Damn it Frenchie, get us back on course! We are drifting into the wrong quadrant. Moon Spell tried his best to regain control over the Mooncopter which had momentarily lost its barring.

"What the hell was that sphere-like portal of wispy blueish strands of energy."

The answer to Moon Spell's inquiry was met with silence.

"Frenchie!?" Silence again. And then.... "I do not know Marc, I have never experienced such a strong energy force."

After yet another uncomfortable pause his pilot continued. "Marc! Something strange has happened. I am now reading comply new and unfamiliar coordinance, we are no where near our last position. The star field is totally wrong for this sector."

At that time Moon Spell was not aware that his ship had somehow traversed the dimensional barrier which separated his reality from that of the Dark Hero universe. "Do you suppose this strange occurrence is somehow the result of our complacency in the battle against the super being-Null, the conqueror?"

This time the answer to his question came immediately, though somewhat vague.

"Who is to say Marc, he was definitely a power to be reckoned with, I hate to think of the havoc that he is wreaking right now."

Marc Secret sat up straight in his chair when he notice that they were approaching the earth, somehow they were knocked from their location just outside Wayne Manor into uncharted space. Frenchie had already detected their approach and was working on establishing a link with the main frame back home, all attempts had failed, it was as if there was nothing to connect to.

The connection with the super computers at Wayne Manor and Stark Industries were similarly "off-line" the fact that the Manor had been destroyed was strangely not the reason for this inability to interface.

This was not their own world, it was an alternate reality and so the interconnection between the three systems had simply never been established.

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Used to death. Not something someone usually wanted to accept as a compliment, but there it was. Sadly, it was all too true in Gotham. Batwoman wipes breifly at the tears that threaten to fall, eliminating them against the black gauntlet of her costume. She lays the crimson-clad hand that she'd been recently holding gently onto Daredevil's chest when the others move to drape a scavenged flag over him, stepping back and gathering herself back into sad acceptance. Batman - Bruce - is, of course, stoic as ever. Cold, some might say, but Barbara knew he was just practical. The city was in dire straights, and right now was no time to dwell on the death of a man who wouldnt want them to do so.

Captain steps up to speak, assigning them all duties, and she approves. Arrow was a frequent ally, but he didnt have the intimate knowledge of Gotham and its chaotic network of warrens like she did. If necessary, her real identity could even approach and gather information from what police forces had survived the onslaught. Here, she felt another pang of concern for her father, who - in his way - would probably have put himself at the forefront of his defending officers, but it would all have to wait. Gotham was in ruins, and it would be a long time before anyone knew anything concrete about the multitudes of potentially dead and missing.

Right now, what Gotham needed was heroes, and in that vein she nods at the Captain and looks to Green Arrow.

"We'll need to focus on downtown. We cant stop -every- looter, but we can prevent them from targeting larger hauls like the banks and precinct armories."

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The vigil around the dead and bleeding body of Daredevil had to give way to other important matters, though he would not leave their thoughts for many months to come they knew that there were things which needed to be done. Their comrade and fellow Superhero was a crucial component in their battle against the blood thirsty Symbiote's, he was the one that made their victory possible.

Setting off that experimental sonic device had vanquished the alien creatures, even though he too was sensitive to its deadly effects. So many of their masked brethren had either fallen or were taken over by the Symbiote warriors and had to be put down. Daredevil wouldn't want his compatriots to linger, he would have insisted that they begin the rebuilding immediately-His beloved city of Gotham.

"We'll need to focus on downtown." Batwoman had said to Green Arrow.

"Right!" Green Arrow responded enthusiastically.

"Like old times, me and you. Prowling the streets, keeping the peace. Bashing the baddies."

The two dashed off with the trademark enthusiasm of relative youth and sense of purpose.

"What's the the verdict Frenchie?" Moon Spell commented to his pilot with a semi-taunting tone.

"Well Marc, it seems that we have past through some kind intra-dimensional cosmic membrane which has apparently deposited us into another time frame. Perhaps it wa....." Frenchie had been interrupted by Moon Spell in mid-explanation.

"Jees Frenchie, speak English." Came the all too familiar vocal inflection known as Wade Jackal-A petty criminal, whom Moon Spell dispatched in a most unlawful manner some years back.

"Please Marc, you always compartmentalize your frustration, remain focused. This is not the time for flights of schizophrenic fantasy, you must learn to deal with frustrating moments such as this." Frenchie's words snapped Moon Spell back to reality.

"Our only option is to land the Mooncoptor." Frenchie continued.

The pilot had already begun the decent before finishing the sentence.

Frenchie selected the same exact spot where the Mooncoptor had sat on their world, prior to the dimensional displacement. To their horror Moon Spell and his pilot were introduced to a damaged and battered Gotham city. Marc was standing near the front of the cockpit, starring out of the shield of glass.

Captain America's orders of action was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a strange ship hovering above their position. Each of them took a defensive posture, not knowing what to expect from the odd looking flying vehicle-Its patented noise-free whisper capabilities had yet again bolstered Moon Spell's reputation as a silent and deadly stalker and crime fighter.

The hero's below the craft had prepared themselves, as they could not tell whether this bird was friend or foe. Luckily Moon Spell had decided against a slow and conspicuous touch down, thinking it better to make a quick decent, via the ladder. The instant the hero's had seen the falling ladder they were certain that the occupants of the craft were not Symbiote in nature or form.

Not wanting to wait for the ladder to become fully unfurled Moon Spell grabbed a hold and followed it down, with a slight swinging motion Moon Spell let loose the ladder and made a perfect 10 point landing. "Hello all!"

The Com-Link around Moon Spell's wrist sounded out before anyone had a chance to introduce themselves.

"Marc! Isn't that Mr. Wayne? ...No its impossible, how would he have gotten here. Well Moon, looks like we have gone far."

Moon Spell clenched the Com with his other hand. "Oh, that's just my pet Frog."

The other hero's looked at one another, thinking that this stranger was out of his mind, which at certain times, he indeed was.

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((OOC:I'll just start by responding to Moon Spell))

Stark looked upwards towards the mysterious aerial vehicle of the likes in which he had never seen. Although it intrigued him, he was ready to blow it out of the sky if it turned out to be hostile, regardless of how quiet and exotic it looked in comparison to most other aircraft he had seen.

However, he felt no malicious intent from the costumed man dropping down via ladder from the vehicle and casually greeted them all. He exchanged confused glances with the rest of the human heroes as the man mentioned his 'pet frog'. Obviously, there was something a bit 'off' about him, Stark felt was not noticed by only him.

Glancing at the other heroes, who probably weren't in the mood for shenanigans due to the tradgic death of a friend and hero, Daredevil, Tony decided he'd be the one to first introduce himself to the strange man before them.

"Who are you?"

This question was marked with a tone not usually heard by the playboy in armor. He wasn't in much of a mood due to the previous stated circumstances, and he wanted to know if this man was even sane or not before he went to activate his newer system as instructed.

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Looking around Moon Spell got the sense that the assembled hero's were probably not in the best of spirits.

"What the hell happened here?" Moon Spell said as he looked at the crumbled city around him-Seeing the body of another masked hero laying to his right.

"Oh, excuse me." Moon Spell studied the hero's standing around him and determined that this had to be some other world, one which seemed very familiar to him, but different somehow. He certainly had never come across any of these individuals during his nightly wanderings around Gotham, besides how could all of this damage be accomplished in a matter of moments, his transference into the other realm lasted but a few seconds.

An introduction would most likley be a welcomed thing at this crucial moment. He had made it a point to keep his movements controlled as to not give off any bad vibes. There was a definite similarity between the Batman he knew and the dark knight standing before him at this moment, still, they didn't know him from Kent.

He seemed friendly enough in his white uniform, though no one could see his face or even his eyes, something which the average citizen deemed an important reassurance when it came to violent masked crusaders that stalked the streets of their cities at night.

"Moon Spell is the name. I don't know how I came to be here, exactly. Last thing I remember was fighting this rather strange........Well, Thing."

Raising his arm and positioning the Com-link in front of his face Moon Spell called for his Mooncopter to make its landing.

"So, what happened here."

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Batwoman - Gotham Ruins

With a grunt, Batwoman jerks tight a knot in the rope now hog-tying a grime-encrusted member of Gotham's seedier class. They'd been at this for a while, now; scrambling over damaged buildings and peering into deserted skyscrapers. With the police force in shambles and first response nearly non-existant, it was all that the caped she-crusader could do to simply remove criminals from the area and leave them tied up somewhere conspiquous. They might be picked up eventually, or several hours from now maybe their friends would find them first. Either way, being beaten and trussed up by a masked vigilante would leave its emotional toll, and they would think long and hard before engaging in any more criminal activity.

That was a small victory, she decided. Word would spread quickly that the Bats were still patrolling their streets and had not died or been driven off. Fear was a powerful prevention program; Bruce had stumbled onto that years ago when he'd first decided on a motif.

In the meantime, she had a long, long day ahead of her, and she sits the thug at her feet on the curbside before dusting her hands off. Green Arrow was about, somewhere, doing something similar no doubt. Above the skyline, smoke rose and sirens still fitfully wailed. It would be a very long time before the Gotham she loved regained any semblance of 'normal'...


Kevlar - Downtown

Jesus, but the city had been hit hard. He'd been in third-world warzone shitholes that looked in better shape. On the plus side, police attention was elsewhere, and Kevlar could all but walk the debris-strewn streets openly.

With his rifle and pistol worn openly, the armored gear he wore covered lightly in concrete dust, and the belacava concealing his face; the individuals out here who were looking for easy money or notoriety still had the brains to steer clear. He saw them, occasionaly, picking through the busted storefronts or watching him from the alleyways, but they werent his concern. At least not yet.

Trotting swiftly across a broad street, Kevlar enters his target building. The marble lobby was dark without city power, but tapping a switch on the side of his goggles throws the whole area into the bright green reliefs of night vision. Somewhere in here was his money, and Kevlar unfastens the strap that secured his pistol in its holster. Looters in here were going to get a very unpleasant suprise, if they stood between him and his goal, and it would -not- end with them trussed up prettily on the sidewalk.

For a few moments, now that the symbiotes were dead, Kevlar can enjoy being the deadliest thing on the streets. And damn did it feel good.

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Call it fasionably late. As Arrow scans his targets, one of the men seems to be suddenly missing from the left side entrance of the ground floor as a black arm wraps around his neck and jerks him into the shadows of the door. Not an eyeblink later, all hell breaks loose in true Bat family fassion.

A low 'Chuff!' sends a hand-sized grappling hook out of the door and up into the exposed rafters, where it wraps itself. The line goes taught just as some of the thugs are noticing the shadow in the doorway has a trailing cape and a distinct 'eared' mask. Batwoman swings in, feet first, with the edges of that cape snapping out ala wings. For most other superheroes, the cape was an acessory, something that tied the rest of their 'look' together. Years ago, when Batman had incorporated the serrated material, he had a very different goal in mind. There is a breif hesitation as the sinister, iconic cape impacts the criminals psychologically - who in Gotham didnt know the legends surrounding the Bat - and there is a second window as, when the guard in front of her manages to shoot a single pair of rounds, he unconciously aims off-center at the distracting, flowing cloth; completely missing slender Batwoman in the center.


The impact is hard and sudden; two booted heels taking Thug A (Who was standing near the gathered mafia heads) straight in the chest with a wince-worthy sound. The force of it sends his gun into the air and his body flying back into one of his cohorts, with Batwoman landing on top of the pile as she releases the grapling line.

Without straightening, her arms snap out one-two from the folds of the cape, and bladed batarangs sail into the hand of one thug, and jam into the gun of another. Leaping off the chest of her latest victim, Barbara's hands plant themselves onto the shoulders of another bodyguard, taking him down with her in an unarmed attack.

Suprise and speed are a real bitch; she's already eliminated six of the ten. Feel free to join in on the shouting, scrambling party, Arrow, or you might end up with only leftovers.



In the belly of the Fitz Building, an inner-city corporate safehouse for financial assets, electronic records, and accounting data, Kevlar sits in an abandoned security officer's chair with his boots propped up on the desk. He's counting his money, of course, whistling a light tune to himself and wearing a very satisfied smile on his face - belacava and headgear resting on the desk along with his rifle. It was a pretty haul, he had in his posession. Part of it was the contents of the drop box he was promised in return for his talents back in the warehouse district, but after going through the trouble of securing it, Kevlar had decided that he may as well go shopping while here.

The place was quiet, of course. Corporate loyalty didnt extend very far in private security firms, so when downtown began taking the worst of the assault people had gotten out by any means necessary. Some security doors had been left wide open in the haste. Anything behind those had been looted long before Kevlar had gotten there. He'd even suprised a pair still in the act. He didnt give a shit for what watches and cell phones were in the Lost and Found, so he'd let one of them go. Just one, though. The first had been stupid enough to pull a gun and attempt to mug him.

Beyond simple keycard doors and the occasional electronic lock, however, Kevlar had gotten creative. Expending some of the remaining ordinance from his contract had been worth it to get through those steel doors. Here, in the heart of the building, generators kept muted lighting on and vital systems on standby. In these rooms were the data centers and the deposit boxes. Pilfering the contents had netted Kevlar enough cash to feel very secure in his decision to come to this rathole city - to come back to the USA despite the warrant on his head. Getting a chance to enjoy his prize without worrying about the police showing up was just icing on the cake, he could almost forget the kind of chaos going on in the streets, and the hard time he'd have until his underworld network started trickling again.


Kevlar leans a boot away to look at the computer that had made the noise. Something was going on; acessing it. Bringing his legs down and scooting the chair up to the monitor, the mercenary watches the lines of data curiously. He was no egghead, but he wasnt an idiot. Someone was doing... something. Something that seemed to be linked in a network throughout the city - he recognized the names of other datacenters. He really would've thought it would've taken longer for someone to start getting their shit together.

The program continues to run, acessing the Fitz Building's protected servers and doing whatever it was the client had designated them for. Now who had the kind of resources to survive and start - Oh. Now that was interesting. Stark Industries' logo appears nestled in the corner of the datastream.

Stark was active in Gotham, eh? He knew their work from when Tony was heavily involved in the military. Some of his designs had made the Spec Ops community drool at the chance to get them, some of his weapons still made the rounds on the black market. Where Stark went, shit was going to go down. It was definately worth knowing that Stark Industries was here doing... what? What was the program doing? Kevlar didnt have the technical accumen to answer that question, but he knew people that did.

Watching the computer banks for another long moment, Kevlar decides the profit of information is worth the risks. Tugging on his concealing 'cava and the tactical headgear, he selects a handled data bank and gives it a hard yank.

Back at Stark's tower, Tony's flawless diagnostic run hits an unexpected snag. Where there were once green returns, red errors now glow as the program discovers one of its many networked points to be simply... missing. It'd been there a moment before and working fine. The likelyhood of the servers being destroyed was slim - they were built like bunkers, and the symbiotes were no longer causing mass damage. That left the second very disconcerting scenario; that someone had just physically stolen a very important peice in his network's puzzle.

Because that's just how Murphy works. Worst possible problem, worst possible time.

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Thugs seemed to come out of every crevice in the building, the second tier, which had been cleared of enemies was once again full of an assortment of criminals. "Where the hell is she?" Green Arrow thought angrily.

"She swore she would never be late again after that mishap with the Symbiote." Thinking further and growing even more angry. It wasn't so much having to fight more goons, Green Arrow was just hoping that he would be the one to bag the big shots on the ground floor.

Unlike Batwoman Green Arrow had a strong desire for recognition, he always wanted to be the one in the spotlight, but it was always one of the other members of his team that would get the acolytes. It was then that he heard the commotion of Batwoman's arrival, looking over the edge of the railing of the second level platform Green Arrow saw Batwoman begin her assault on the head honchos.

"Damn it."

Unfortunately there wasn't much he could do about it now, there were too many baddies to deal with. Green Arrow was now blocked by the criminals who stood on each side of the second tier, and with nothing to latch onto he couldn't simply swing his way out of danger. Turning in each direction Green Arrow studied the offensive stance of the thugs as they slowly approached him, he had cast a few quick glances over the railing to see if there was any piping beneath the second tier-There wasn't.

"Oh well, I guess Ill have to shoot my way out of here." Green Arrowed said to himself as he loaded the first few arrows into his high-tech 'multi-shot' bow.

Green Arrow then used the interface to program in the highest setting, the limbs of the bow retracted giving him the tightest possible draw, with three deadly projectiles loaded Green Arrow fired his weapon. The highest setting was definitely the way to go with this many enemies coming at once. His enemies weren't impressed by Green's little arrows; how many of them could he kill anyway? He could only shoot three arrows at any one time after all-And there were at least 15 of them making their way to confront him.

They had become far more concerned however, when with a twist and pronounced click Green Arrow's bow switched from vertical to horizontal mode. These first three arrows ripped through the bodies of nine enemies in total. "I Guess three rows and single file wasn't a smart choice for an approach."

By the time he had done away with these first few thugs Batwoman had already successfully confronted the ground floor baddies-No glory for Green Arrow.

Green Arrow had paid far too much attention to what Batwoman was doing and as a result he was quickly overrun with enemies, killing nine of them had helped, but that wasn't enough.

Before he knew it Green Arrow was overpowered by his enemies and after delivering several well placed blows to his body they picked him up bodily and tossed him over the railing. With a loud thud Green Arrow had hit the dirt floor which lined the bottom of the structure, luckily he had landed on something which would absorb some of the impact, the closeness of the second tier in relation to the ground had helped out a lot as well.

Green Arrow had the breath knocked out of him, but he was fine otherwise and after a few seconds he managed to get to his feet.

Looking up at Batwoman. "Where the hell were you? Oh and thanks for stealing the spotlight once again."

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An argument issued between Green Arrow and Batwoman, he had felt betrayed by her and she was getting pretty fed up with his quick temper. Surely these were hard times that they were dealing with, the city was nearly destroyed, its no wonder tensions were running high. This was different though, Batwoman and Green Arrow always had a bit of a rivalry going on between them.

Unfortunately, Green Arrow took it far more serious then Batwoman, the tension between them would often lead to disagreements, but never anything that serious, there were no hateful or long lasting ill-feelings. Over their years of working together on the ground level of crime fighting throughout Gotham this rivalry had intensified; at least in the mind of Green Arrow.

This however, was certainly not the right time to be having this discussion, there was too much at stake and far too many enemies to face, but Green Arrow just could not let it go. The fact that he had been nearly beaten to a pulp by the degenerates on the second tier only a few brief moments before didn't help any.

Green Arrow's face started to show signs of distortion as he continued his rant against Batwoman. "I wanted to bust these grease-balls, but then you came"

Green Arrow started to act even more peculiar as he voiced his disappointment, he couldn't get the words out and it was obvious that he was in some kind of pain. Batwoman wondered if it may have been the fall from the second tier had somehow effected his rational mind and his ability to speak clearly. It suddenly became apparent that there was something far more disturbing going on, suspicions which were proven true as Green Arrow clutched the sides of his aching head and let out a most bloodcurdling scream.


Out in the far reaches of space something has just broken through into the universe of Earth-619, a being of such vast power that its presence could be sensed by anyone with sufficient capabilities. Unfortunately, all the super-powered hero's were gone from the world leaving no one to warn the other hero's of its coming.

Its transference into this latest universe caused monumental shifts in the four fundamental forces which comprise all matter, particularly effected was the electromagnetic force and its related fields. For countless epochs of distance the effects could be felt by every world, mostly this took the form of drastic changes in the strength and shape of various material properties, one plant in particular would be greatly effected by these changes.

It was a small world just within the proceeding universe from the point where the disturbance first occurred. The planet Xerxes was irrevocable altered by the beings materialization, the flowing waters of its seas was stripped of the properties which gave it form, turning the water into a solid state.

In the past this being would used a Herald to proclaim its arrival upon a new world, but there were no more Harald's in its service and so it had resorted to choosing a member from each race that was to be devoured.


Green Arrow screamed out in pain. "It! .....its..............coming!!"

The suddenness of this cry caught Batwoman and the criminals around her totally off-guard, as they took a unified step back from the sheer surprise or it all. Green Arrow had been chosen by the invading entity to proclaim its appearance within the universe, the being had now claimed the hero for his own.

Taking a step toward Green Arrow Batwoman asked him as to whom he was referring, the question coming to him as a gentle whisper into his left ear. Green Arrow, who had fallen to his knees in agony now collapsed to the dirt floor as Batwoman repeated the question, this time in more forceful manner, to which Green Arrow responded with a single word.


Green Arrow vanished after he had uttered the name of the dreadful being which had broken into their reality.

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Barbara had been reaching towards Arrow, to put a hand on his shoulder and get him to his feet, when he made his proclamation... and was simply not 'there' anymore. The shock of the situation was such that Barbara stared at the spot he'd been for several long seconds. Even the men with whom they'd been so recently fighting seem stunned by what'd happened, and it isnt until one of them shuffles uncomfortably and - almost sheepishly - asks his boss 'what now?'

What now, indeed? Batwoman points her hand - and the grapling gun held there - straight up, and she is whisked away and out of their reaches, even if they did manage to recover enough to continue their tussle. The caped woman disappears through a bullet-shattered skylight and back out into Gotham's maze of buildings, racing back towards the damaged Wayne Mansion.

She had no idea, yet, what she would tell Batman asside from the truth. It was easy to fall into the lull that Bruce would know what to do, how to handle this. That was dangerous, and unfair to him. But Barbara was an information powerhouse, and often researched other masked individuals - good AND evil - just to add to her own collection of data. Galactus was a familiar name, but none of it good. Not good at -all-. And now they had a friend who had foretold of his comming, only to disappear into thin air with no clue to his whereabouts...

What now? God only knew.