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[h1][b][u][color=9e0b0f]"First-Degree" Donny[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

[i]Donny had been a busy bee. He had walked four miles to the mall to get some things, toting his heavy ever-present duffel bag with him. Donny had actually managed to break a sweat in the heat of the day. If Spider wanted a villainous prank war, he'd get one. After the Bat was dead, of course. Donny's mind was always swimming with the possibilities. It's said that Batman is in possession of various contingency plans to take out other superheroes. If that's the case, he must have some real nasty shit stockpiled up. Of course Batman doesn't realize his full potential. If Batman were to be more ruthless, who knows what he'd be capable of. With enough preparation, perhaps anything. Donny was no inventor, but he was practical. If he could gain access to the dead Bat's arsenal, gain access to his plans, he'd not need to be an inventor. Batman would have already done all of the work, after all, and any of the neat nonlethal crap could probably be reverse engineered by some payroll smartasses. With a little effort, he could switch professions. Hookers and deadbeats? The thrill was gone. Now a serial killer of super heroes...

He smashed through the window of a Nissan Xterra, a nice black one. 

A half hour later Donny had arrived at the spot he intended to meet Spider at next. Right in front of city hall. The perfect spot to cause some trouble. He hadn't told Spider about this part of the plan. It was going to be a surprise present. He let his duffel bag drop to the ground, and shoved both hands into his pockets. All around him, busy folks went about their routines. Yuppies and bums, suits and sandals. Nice crowd. Donny threw his head back and yelled into the sky. His reedy, keening voice permeated the chattering hubbub like a knife. Even the mayor in his office could have heard it.[/i]

[b][color=f26522]"THEYAH'S A TAHM BAHMB INNIS BAAA~AAAG!! TACTICAL NUKE, SET TAH GO OFF IN FAHVV MINNUTS, SMOKE EVERAHTHIN' FAH MILES!!"[/color][/b]

[i]He then sprinted away from the satchel and towards his vehicle, parked some forty yards away. He'd keep a sharp eye out for anyone that might try to give chase or take aim at him, weaving through pedestrians. The nearby crowd parted as he ran into their midst, until he reached the human thickets that hadn't seen him. Silence. Then a few yells, a scream or two. A stampede started up. This was Gotham motherfucking city. If somebody said there was a goddamn nuke, you fucking believed them and you got the shit out of there. Of course, it was impossible for everyone within a ten mile radius to evacuate in five minutes. No bomb disposal unit could make it in time neither.[/i]