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15b *Tim Drake: A sharp pain shoots across the crown of my head. I open my eyes, and I'm level with the ground. I immediately see several pairs of feet around me. Damnit, I must have fallen asleep. I try to get to my feet, but another flash of pain sears across my face and I hit the ground again. I hear men speaking in Arabic. I consider shouting for Armstrong to run for it, but not only would he never make it with this many militants present, but that'd also reveal that he's here in the cave, if they haven't already found him. If they haven't, hopefully he's a coward enough to stay out of sight. I roll onto my back, and someone's boot presses down onto my chest. I look up and see a bearded man in camos holding an assault rifle. Jesus, this isn't going to end well. He speaks to his cohorts in Arabic, but I catch the word "hero" in English. Also "dollars." Are they really that stupid? They can't ransom me back. The government will deny their involvement in my presence here (which is, actually, entirely true), and all it will do is call the attention of more heroes - like Batman - who would come over and mess them up to rescue me. Well, hopefully. Crap. Rescue. That's the whole reason I'm here. I pulled Armstrong out of that camp, but we didn't get far before being found again, apparently. Two more armed men come over and pick me up, hold onto my arms as they force me to face the bearded man. A quick scan of the cave tells me there are at least six other men here, each armed with a rifle, and possibly more than that. ["You are American hero, yes?"] Oh good, he speaks English. That'll help for when he's begging me not to break the rest of his teeth. "Doesn't matter where I'm from. What matters is why I'm here." The bearded man steps forward, gets real close to me. I can feel his body heat. ["Why is that, little hero?"] Even with my bo-staff, I don't stand much of a chance against all of them and their guns. I could knock out two- MAYBE three of them before being shot to death. A glance past the bearded man toward the cave mouth to notice that it's still dark out. No use in counting on a miraculous save from Nightwing. "To stop a war from starting." More shouting in Arabic from behind me. I stay staring at the bearded man as his attention is drawn to the part of the cave behind me. Shit, this isn't good. I can hear struggling behind me as two men drag Ulysses Armstrong into my view, and drop him onto the ground. The bearded man addresses the others in Arabic. I catch "al-Fazl," as well as "revenge." They start to move, picking Armstrong back up and dragging him toward the outside. The two men holding me follow, forcing me along. I cooperate, only to prolong the inevitable. I'm suddenly wishing I was taking that chemistry exam instead of here in the Kahndaqi desert.
15b *Tim Drake: (it's time to continue the story...)
15b *Tim Drake: (So yeah.)
153 *Naut: i don't feel as bad about being away this week.
153 *Naut: oh whoa. not much going on, eh?
050 *Cola: o.o
153 *Naut: ppffff
b0c *K: i love u guys hi
b0c *K: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE
352 ºFaith: It's fine Naut. I'm currently dying so.
153 *Naut: sorry I've not been around much lately - but I was anticipating this. my show opens in two weeks, and rehearsals are keeping me crazy busy (and tired). i'll try to lurk around today at work, if anyone wants to game. :)
050 *Cola: Ah, cool
7ad *X: nothin much. Working on some design stuff, writing stuff. Typical night really.
050 *Cola: sup?
7ad *X: hai
050 *Cola: yo
b0c *K: hay
58c *Scarecrow: My own fears, and the horrors that come with them. *He often found his own thoughts creeping up on him, turning what he loved to wield against him. So this was all a little break from it, a release of endorphin's to escape the dangers that lurked beneath the surface.* Fear, like your flower, needs attention to survive. While your flower needs the light, fear needs only your thoughts, a door way to burrow through into your mind. *Bringing his index finger up to press it against the side of his temple as if to add emphasis, then he gestured to the diner itself.* I use this place as my outlet to escape. *He didn't offer a kind a smile in response, it was a smile, but it was far from kind. He shared a common thought about people and how much he disliked their existence.*
6d6 *Ivy: I like to hide, but sometimes I like to seek the sun. *She says as she gestures around them.* A flower cannot live without light and attention. *Ivy smiles politely and drums her fingers on the table.* What are you disappearing from? *She asks, head tilting to the side, a kind smile on her face, but it never reaches her eyes, predatory in how she stares at him.* Judgemental people? The trash of this world? *She always had a chip on her shoulder towards people, she never hid it.*
58c *Scarecrow: I come in here to disappear. *His eyes glance up toward her and back down again, nervously looking toward the flower as she placed it on the table. He didn't protest to her sitting down across from him, in fact there were very few men who probably would. Regardless of the stories or myths behind her, everyone had a different side to them, every myth had a truth to it as well.* I've seen you in here as well a few times. You couldn't possibly be looking to disappear as well? *Finally he roused a full glance up to her, letting his eyes finally settle on her face where they would stay put, almost unwavering now. In truth, he was studying her, captivated by both her beauty and the delicate lioness hiding beneath the surface. She was a predator of the finest kind and that alone made him smile inwardly.*
6d6 *Ivy: *She watched him pick his table, listened to what he ordered. She clicked the ipad off, switching to a lock screen. She noted how he glanced down when their eyes met, she used to be like that until she learned she could have anything she wanted with her power. Ivy stands and slowly makes her way to his table. He never asked her over, but she didn't care. She sat down across from him. Se wasnt dressed like the vamp many claimed she was. Mostly wearing PJ pants and a heavy jacket. She places a flower that was tucked behind her ear onto the table. It was beautiful, purple and black, a strange hybrid of lilly and something else entirely.* You come in here a lot. *She says softly.*
58c *Scarecrow: (Hey hey, X.)
58c *Scarecrow: *He could feel the eyes on him, but that wasn't really anything new. He wasn't the best looking fellow, he had that loner feel about him and that tended to put people on edge for some reason or another. He tugged the hoodie around himself a little more, adjusted the hood and moved from the doorway to a small little table off by itself. He was grateful to see that hoarse older waitress would be serving him, she didn't try the small talk, she simply took his order (Tea and Fries with no salt), and went on about her business. From his seat he let his eyes wander, settling on Ivy as she seemed to be staring. Meeting her gaze if only briefly before dropping his eyes back to the forgotten newspaper on the table top.*
7ad *X: evenin folks
6d6 *Ivy: *Ivy liked to watch people. From streets to buildings. She hated them all. Disgusting creatures that cared only for themselves. She sat perched at a booth by the door, her fingers traced a tarnished old fork. A plate of uneaten pancakes sat before her, cold coffee too. She pushed her glasses up on her nose, her wild mane of brunette hair pulled up into a bun. She stared down at an ipad, looking at chemical compounds from a research paper she stole from some hack. A pen hung out of her mouth. Weaving around her wrist vines settled themselves against her skin, almost like they grew into her flesh. She looked to the door, green eyes watching the man enter. Her nostrils flare, eyes tracing him.*
58c *Scarecrow: *It's dark out, and you're home alone. The house is quiet other than the sound of the show you're watching on TV. You see it and hear it at the same time: The front door is suddenly thrown against the door frame. Your breathing speeds up. Your heart races. Your muscles tighten. A split second later, you know it's the wind. No one is trying to get into your home. For a split second, you were so afraid that you reacted as if your life were in danger, your body initiating the fight-or-flight response that is critical to any animal's survival. But really, there was no danger at all. What happened to cause such an intense reaction? What exactly is fear?

Fear is a chain reaction in the brain that starts with a stressful stimulus and ends with the release of chemicals that cause a racing heart, fast breathing and energized muscles, among other things, also known as the fight-or-flight response. The stimulus could be a spider, a knife at your throat, an auditorium full of people waiting for you to speak or the sudden thud of your front door against the door frame. The brain is a profoundly complex organ. More than 100 billion nerve cells comprise an intricate network of communications that is the starting point of everything we sense, think and do. Some of these communications lead to conscious thought and action, while others produce autonomic responses. The fear response is almost entirely autonomic: We don't consciously trigger it or even know what's going on until it has run its course.

Fear..it was beautiful..the power to hold a man captive in his own mind.

He vacated his lab, leaving the man a shivering mess strapped to his table. He wasn't done testing yet but he needed a little break for the time being and that little hole in the wall diner was just the place for him to take that break and disappear for a while.*
050 *Cola: Alright
004 *Nightwing: No idea
050 *Cola: Wat?
004 *Nightwing: yo hol up
050 *Cola: OH SSSSSSSSSHNAP
004 *Nightwing: Sheeeeeeeit
050 *Cola: It's awesome
ad6 *Jason Todd: (Same)
d14 *Nate: It's just so...perfect.
d14 *Nate: I've watched the Thor trailer like ten times.
ad6 *Jason Todd: Well now what do we do?
b73 *Dinah Lance: fack
ad6 *Jason Todd: *Brings Dinah with.*
b73 *Dinah Lance: *throws Jason down a well*
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: Yeah.
ad6 *Jason Todd: Not as rude as your face.
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: Rude.
ad6 *Jason Todd: Only half as gross as your face.
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: Gross.
ad6 *Jason Todd: *Jack off motion.*
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: *pew pews middle fingers*
ad6 *Jason Todd: And okay.
ad6 *Jason Todd: Yes.
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: Get fucked friend!
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: NOPE
ad6 *Jason Todd: Stop it.
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: *burps*
352 ºFaith: Yes
021 *B: No
004 *Nightwing: This is very true
7cb Citizen: Though there is a reasonable Facsimile
7cb Citizen: There is no God here.
352 ºFaith: god
352 ºFaith: LOL
004 *Nightwing: Yes
050 *Cola: lmao
7ad *X: so basically you're saying she's lesbo Joker and the councilor is gonna be her repressed Harley?
7ad *X: >.>
004 *Nightwing: Probably get molested by a repressed councilor, but it's okay, you can just pray the gay away
004 *Nightwing: Its okay we'll send you to gay camp
352 ºFaith: damn it
352 ºFaith: I'm gay
352 ºFaith: crappy but I'll manage
fe0 ºSean: How are you doing today?
fe0 ºSean: :|
352 ºFaith: NO
fe0 ºSean: GET ME SOME WAFFLE FRIES
050 *Cola: :/
352 ºFaith: unforgivable
050 *Cola: :|
7cb Citizen: Cola you oppressive shitlord. Check your privilege mate
050 *Cola: Sorry about last night!! Between my net deciding to go apeshit and then me passing out, yeah :/ I disappeared
7ad *X: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7MGUNV8MxU
a5d *Joker: *Before Batman would come too close to the vault, though, one of the men would step forward, and he was wearing a trench coat.. with a bomb strapped to it. They all did.* Two birds with one stone. *The goon would let out a laugh and click his detonator. The resulting chain reaction would set off the bombs in the rest of the crew..and the dynamite in the vault. That whole section of the bank would explode. The garbage truck in the front door..gone..*
698 *Batman: *He made his way towards where the vault was, keeping low and fast as he did it. Once he got to that corner, he glanced around it to see what was going on. So far he saw the drilling equipment off to the side a bit, the hole in the vault and then one of the goons trying to plant sticks of dynamite into the hole as well, one by one. His eyes narrow before the ideas of either they were trying to blow the vault open, or that they were trying to destroy the vault and all of the money inside. Either way, it was clear that the Joker's plans were to ruin Falcone and get rid of him from the feuding going on*
a5d *Joker: *The goons would go down with ease, leaving the crew at the vault. They still didnt seem worried, though. At this point there was a six inch diameter hole in the vault, though it wasn't opened. Dynamite was being slipped into the whole, one by one. What was the plan, here?*
698 *Batman: *And that's why he was doing it the "foolish" route, having already dropped down. He slipped into the smoke cover to close in and as they were firing upwards, he came up from below one of them, grabbing their gun and slamming it into their face before he kicked and yanked it out of their hands before throwing it at another one to disorientate them before he rushed at another one, aiming to knock them out cold and fast before he moved away before the smoke cleared away. He didn't want them seeing him right off. After all, the panicked fear made them sloppy usually*
352 ºFaith: RIP
d14 *Nate: This new Android update is ass
a5d *Joker: "It's the Bat!" One of them would shout, and then the firing would begin. The gunfire would be mostly in an upward angle,anticipating the Batman to come from the top of the room. Anything else would be foolish. The drill team at this point would be working even harder to get through the door, careful not to overheat or break the bit, but still. By this time the security alarms were screaching, and the GCPD were probably already on their way.*
004 *Nightwing: xroads.virginia.edu/~MA04/hess/Slang/1935/mojo.html
698 *Batman: *Ever since the incident at the restaurant with everyone murdered and the Joker's calling card was left there, Bruce has been on high alert for anything going on in the city. Tonight he happened to be out on patrol until he found himself at the Gotham National Bank, seeing it was in the middle of being robbed. It wasn't long after that he got the alert from Alfred on the alarm before he spoke* I'm aware, Alfred. I found my way here already....*Of course, he got typical, "Do be careful, Master Bruce", which a small smirk appears on his lips from it* I always am, Alfred. *After that, he pulled out his grapple gun and fired it off before swinging towards the bank, finding the easiest and quickest way into the building to not only stay undetected, but to survey what was going on inside of the bank as well. Even to the point of finding himself a perch to watch them all from. It was clear that they were trying to get every cent in the building. His eyes narrowed from under his cowl as he spoke silently to Alfred* Alfred, I need you to look up who normally does business through this bank. *It took a few moments before Alfred came back with records on hearsay that Carmine Falcone deals in this bank* Of course.....The Joker is targeting Falcone's money. He can't get back what shouldn't be there. *He would wait a moment or two for when the men in the front were too distracted with gathering up things before he dropped down, keeping weary of their guns before sending out two smoke batarangs in their direction. As the batarangs buried into the closest solid objects near the goons, the beeping of them would probably draw their attention before the room was suddenly filled with a thick smoke*
352 ºFaith: confusing u all
7ad *X: oooooooooooo
352 ºFaith: She topless
7ad *X: that pic makes it hard to tell if she's wearing no undershirt, or wearing a flesh colored one.. at least at the size it is in the bathroom
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: It is...
7ad *X: for a split second I thought that cookie was a weird looking virgin mary cookie
3c9 *Adelaide Reichert: this is now my av and no one can stop me
352 ºFaith: MAAAAA
7ad *X: B-Batman? BATMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!
6d6 *Ivy: Batman save the day
a5d *Joker: It was just another day at the main branch of the Gotham National Bank. Old ladies were cashing social security checks, Mobsters were getting money laundered, that whole she-bang. Well, that is, until a fucking garbage truck recently stolen from Gotham Waste Management and painted a silly combination of green and purple would smash through the front door of the bank, ass-end first. Broken glass went flying everywhere, hurting people. Men fled out of the garbage truck and into the building proper. Automatic gunfire rippled out, security guards falling dead and disorienting anyone who wasn't wearing hearing protection. As planned, there was silence. The alarms failed to trigger, and the Joker's goons started collecting everything they could. Wallets, cash from registers, piggy banks..all of it was being taken and put into the back of the garbage truck. While all this was happening, a special team was in the back getting ready to start drilling the vault. While the alarm wasn't entirely disabled, it would be delayed for a couple of minutes while the drill was being set up. This was all a really tightly-knit job. Their goal? Was to wipe out the bank's vault, including the money stored there illicitly by one Carmine Falcone. Money that wouldn't be able to be refunded, money that would just be gone. Gee, I hope no bat-people try to stop this.
050 *Cola: Ugh, I've been shitty at trying to think of anything in terms of something with any character as of late :/
352 ºFaith: I dont have a ton of time to rp tho
e65 *Harper Row: *profile song*
6d6 *Ivy: I mean...
a5d *Joker: Alright. I can post something up, maybe Joker won't directly be on scene so it'll be some goons or some such
a5d *Joker: ..Random REALLY wants Joker
fe0 ºSean: Or I mean if Joker's too heavy a character
a5d *Joker: *Fingerguns*
00d *Bluebird: :|
352 ºFaith: lets see
a5d *Joker: Random says this guy
004 *Nightwing: Orly
352 ºFaith: I'm done working
050 *Cola: Ahh
004 *Nightwing: I dunno, kind of thinking about RP
050 *Cola: Wat?
004 *Nightwing: Well shit
050 *Cola: Beep
004 *Nightwing: hmm, human music!
352 ºFaith: boop
050 *Cola: *Flops over, pondering*
004 *Nightwing: https://www.facebook.com/madman/videos/10154798974343478/ *whispers* Lil' Bits
352 ºFaith: I would if I wasn't working
004 *Nightwing: Does anyone wanna RP?
352 ºFaith: and I live in a shitty part of town ngl
352 ºFaith: I have all of that and a guest room so Idk
050 *Cola: Yeah
004 *Nightwing: I mean I live in the fucking ghetto, I would expect $800 a month in a relatively nicer part of town, and for $800 a month I expect washer and dryer hookups
050 *Cola: Jesus
004 *Nightwing: Both day time and night time
004 *Nightwing: $800 a month is pretty fucking terrible seeing as how the next block over is literally lined with street hookers.
050 *Cola: I literally read that as gut. Not gonna lie
7ad *X: yeah? Is it single-level or 2 floors?
352 ºFaith: I found a town home I like
352 ºFaith: I'm gonna guilt the place we rent from that I'm disabled lol because my back is getting worse
7ad *X: They're building a buttload of townhouses around here. Kinda glad my parents have 0 retirement funds so they don't have any money to buy one up and live super close.
7ad *X: either way. Hopefully the new place won't be a palatial penthouse suite cause that'd be annoying as shit moving
352 ºFaith: yeah
7ad *X: the one google is showing me is like halfway between where you are now and my house.
352 ºFaith: like five minutes from this apartment
7ad *X: Ovation that's even closer to my house than where you is now?

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