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Ok. Thank you for being clear. I appreciate your reasons for a firm cap and actually want the cap to remain firm at least till we go to earth 3
Jesus, we could meet Ultraman, Superwoman, good Lex, etc, etc
Ohhhh. I'm sorry I misread what you said. At my school, I'm infamous for doing that in conversations. So my cap is firm for a long while? I'm fine with that. Can we go to Earth-3/Crime Syndicate's Earth sometime though?
Woah. So if I drop Joe, I am therefore forced to drop Cassie?!!!!! No!!!!!!! I can't do that! I'll save you Cassandra! To the IC!
EDIT: I can't do anything with Jericho till Rose gets on tha case
EDIT: I can't do anything with Jericho till Rose gets on tha case
So…we're in agreement on me dropping Joe? And on a sidebar, I really, really, really REALLY want a character from the Crime Syndicate's earth, SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO bad. I love that earth so much that, given the option, I'd move there.
But given that I dropped Joe, I've decided to wait for a time. Let myself find my flow with Slade and Cassandra before picking up the Syndicate earth character, if at all. I want to be sure this is something lasting before rushing head first.
But given that I dropped Joe, I've decided to wait for a time. Let myself find my flow with Slade and Cassandra before picking up the Syndicate earth character, if at all. I want to be sure this is something lasting before rushing head first.
Well, Cassandra'll be a member by the end of Family Gathering.
Three hours had passed since Zsaz had been handed on a silver platter to the GCPD. While she thought them almost incompetent, she had to admit that men like Renee Montoya and Harvey Bullock, not to mention James Gordon, were all honorable cops doing the best they could with what they had. With Bruce out helping Jason, Gordon had asked her to stay behind. She obliged, hugging the shadows of his office. "You asked me to stay." She said. "So what is it?"
Gordon sat down at his desk, letting out a sigh. From a large stack of case files, he pulled out one that was by comparison, thin. "I know Batman is out doing something else, but since you're here, I thought I'd give you a case I wanted to hand off to him." She took the file, opening it. The cameras in her mask scanned it, creating an MP3 file for her to peruse. Gordon didn't wait for her to finish reading when he started. "Murder, out in the Bowery." She looked up, her interest piqued. "Name?" "Victim's name is David Calhoun. He worked at Hamilton Hill High School as a basketball coach, volunteered at the Y. His work information and particulars are in the file, along with Bullock's notes."
Black Bat closed the file and set it back down on Gordon's desk. "So why field it to us?" Gordon leaned back in his chair, and blew out an air of frustration. "No leads. Guy had no enemies, committee on the neighborhood watch, et cetera. Hell, we couldn't even find any forensic evidence. M.E. said the cause of death was a single headshot, but we have no holes in the wall, no shells. I mean, the bullet was still in his skull for chrissake."
She nodded, halfway out his window. "I'll look into it." Gordon tried to say a word of thanks, but when he looked up, she was already gone.
From what the MP3 told her, David Calhoun was found in an apartment near the Bowery's waterfront portion. This being the neighborhood it was, ingress wasn't hard. And with the case file, she used the Batcomputer to set up a virtual render of the crime scene. Single GSW, but no exit wound on the body. Bullet itself was....virtually untraceable. a hand went up to the stitched mouth of her cowl. "Oh God." She whispered.
Behind her, a man walked into the room, a gun in one hand.
"Hey, Cass. Daddy's home."
Grant suddenly found himself swept up in his sister's hug. She had not commented on, or seemed to notice his missing eye. Regardless, he did not need to care at the moment. Eden had gone to hell, and for him to achieve revenge, to honor his brother's memory, he had to rejoin the Titans. Leaving his apartment and straddling his motorcycle....thinking back to how things came to be.
One month ago...
My name is Grant Alexander Kain. For years, I've spilled blood in the name of my father, believing myself to be alone and an only child. For years I have grown cold, forcing myself to become distant, detached, longing for the one thing I've never had.
Family.
That all changed one month ago. I discovered I had a brother, a sister. I joined their team, the Teen Titans. For once in my life, I had friends, family. I began to open up, become less distant. I sometimes think that if things stayed the way they were, I'd've become what Mason envisioned for me to be: a hero.
But I can't continue down that path; not since Mason's death. A homicidal cyborg burst into my brother's home, decimated his houseguests, and broke his back, all in the name of sending a message. Mason's spine was broken, and he was hospitalized. The doctors said he'd never walk again. Things were looking bleak, but while we were hunting down the cyborg calling himself Prime, another injustice was done to my family. A man calling himself Jilocasin broke into his room, and killed him.
This news shattered the team. I can't speak of the others, but it pierced my soul in a way I've never felt. I had been given my family, only to lose my only brother. The rage…there are no words to describe it. But revenge isn't why I do this, why I hunt down the man who killed my brother. It's the only way I know how to honor his memory.
My eye is the price I've paid to obtain that honor, my sight purged by an arrow.
His name is Aaron Waller, but he calls himself IronSight. A blind archer who considers himself a closer brother to Mason than me, he thinks that it should be HIS job to seek the retribution and honor I have sacrificed months of my life to achieve. It all happened in a town called Greenville, North Carolina.....
PRESENT DAY
Grant's motorcycle passed a city limits sign welcoming him to Eden. Ironic, considering the circumstances. The sky had become a gaping hole from which dragons flowed, and an army of shadow demons fought with the draconian foes, each army looking to purge the other and further their master's goals. In the midst of all this chaos, the average man was caught in the crossfire, some slaughtered by the demons; others by sword and talon. Grant unsheathed his sword with one hand, keeping the cycle level, while maintaining his current speed. The momentum began to build up, the adrenaline began to flow, and within moments, his first enemy came into view. It was a shadow demon, spewing fire from its mouth, and spiting all those within its limited attention field. He sliced it in half, and leapt from the cycle, using the forward motion and momentum to spring on the shoulders of a dragon, sinking the sword hilt deep through the skull. He slid down the back, slicing the dragon open like a skinned animal. Not even stopping, he bisected another shadow demon behind him. He had barely been on the field three minutes, but already that many enemies were dead. He turned to the rest of the enemies, and pulled his hood up.
One month ago...
My name is Grant Alexander Kain. For years, I've spilled blood in the name of my father, believing myself to be alone and an only child. For years I have grown cold, forcing myself to become distant, detached, longing for the one thing I've never had.
Family.
That all changed one month ago. I discovered I had a brother, a sister. I joined their team, the Teen Titans. For once in my life, I had friends, family. I began to open up, become less distant. I sometimes think that if things stayed the way they were, I'd've become what Mason envisioned for me to be: a hero.
But I can't continue down that path; not since Mason's death. A homicidal cyborg burst into my brother's home, decimated his houseguests, and broke his back, all in the name of sending a message. Mason's spine was broken, and he was hospitalized. The doctors said he'd never walk again. Things were looking bleak, but while we were hunting down the cyborg calling himself Prime, another injustice was done to my family. A man calling himself Jilocasin broke into his room, and killed him.
This news shattered the team. I can't speak of the others, but it pierced my soul in a way I've never felt. I had been given my family, only to lose my only brother. The rage…there are no words to describe it. But revenge isn't why I do this, why I hunt down the man who killed my brother. It's the only way I know how to honor his memory.
My eye is the price I've paid to obtain that honor, my sight purged by an arrow.
His name is Aaron Waller, but he calls himself IronSight. A blind archer who considers himself a closer brother to Mason than me, he thinks that it should be HIS job to seek the retribution and honor I have sacrificed months of my life to achieve. It all happened in a town called Greenville, North Carolina.....
PRESENT DAY
Grant's motorcycle passed a city limits sign welcoming him to Eden. Ironic, considering the circumstances. The sky had become a gaping hole from which dragons flowed, and an army of shadow demons fought with the draconian foes, each army looking to purge the other and further their master's goals. In the midst of all this chaos, the average man was caught in the crossfire, some slaughtered by the demons; others by sword and talon. Grant unsheathed his sword with one hand, keeping the cycle level, while maintaining his current speed. The momentum began to build up, the adrenaline began to flow, and within moments, his first enemy came into view. It was a shadow demon, spewing fire from its mouth, and spiting all those within its limited attention field. He sliced it in half, and leapt from the cycle, using the forward motion and momentum to spring on the shoulders of a dragon, sinking the sword hilt deep through the skull. He slid down the back, slicing the dragon open like a skinned animal. Not even stopping, he bisected another shadow demon behind him. He had barely been on the field three minutes, but already that many enemies were dead. He turned to the rest of the enemies, and pulled his hood up.
Prime was slammed to the snowy ground, the crown of his skull crashing against a tree. Darkstar and Archangel had him pinned, and once again they raised their hands with a charge, aiming at his chest. His cybernetic eye charged bright red, as did his human one. Unleashing the concussive blasts, the beams bended and twisted within a straight path, aimed at the two bearing down on him. With a direct hit, there'd be fractures, possibly broken bones. A glancing hit would result in bruises. Whatever the case, he unleashed the beams out.
They ain't inescapable, and they can miss. Basically, they can bend and twist, but only in a straight line. Their motion is restricted to his field of vision and they max out at 500 yards away. And all they do is burn
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