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The gap in the door... it's a separate reality.
The only me is me.
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The cloying mud was reluctant to let John go but the tree-creatures wrenched him up and out of the muck with surprising ease, tossing him carelessly through the air; bits of bark and twig snapped and splintered around him as he fell heavily and splashed against an intricately-carved stone floor. Whatever previous stir there had been now stalled at his arrival, and all beings present first looked from the trees to John's prone and clagged form, and then finally, inexorably, to the figure sat at the head of the court.
"Wherefore dost thou see fit to disturb my court?"
The first of the tree-creatures prodded John sharply, who was busy coughing and spluttering foul-smelling ooze from out of nearly every orifice.
"Answer our lord, worm."
"I address thee."
Mammon lifted a claw and gestured at the clustered trees. They creaked and snapped, faltering.
"My- my lord," said the second, "this mortal wishes-"
"Begone." Mammon commanded, and flicked his outstretched finger. All three tree-creatures exploded into uncountable fragments; with unearthly howls, the fiery essence that writhed beneath their bark was exposed, whipping and twisting about itself until it erupted upwards, exorcised with a single pained scream as a gout of flame and then extinguished. Mammon looked faintly amused, and then he spoke to John.
"Human. Declare thine purpose."
John craned his neck up, getting his hands beneath him and pushing himself up off the ground to rest on his knees. The figure before him was grand and mighty, there could be no doubt; the demon towered several feet over him even in his seated, relaxed position, and his rotund and bulging form, skin a deep crimson, was adorned with all manner of golden jewellery and ornate piercings. Golden spikes erupted from his shoulders, elbows, the top of his head, curved horns jutting out and bursting through the skin, and his belly bore hideous stitching barely holding together a great crossed wound; there was the glint of further gold behind that torn flesh, if you caught the right angle, and when he moved, his belly jingled and rattled with the metallic sound of coins on coins. His court was filled with all manner of fiends and devils, their own forms ranging from the mundane to the incomprehensible, each cowing under his heavy gaze. Above all else, the throned demon radiated greed, avarice, and an unquestionable power, and there was no mistaking: this was Mammon. Prince of Greed; Plutus the Golden; the Treasurer of Hell, the Avaricious Wolf, the Master of the Gambling Houses. And he was not to be toyed with.
"I'm looking for my sister." John answered plainly. Mammon scoffed.
"I hold no concern for such trifles." He said, waving dismissively and then gesturing to two attendants. "Take him hence; put him to suffering."
The attendants moved quickly to seize John and he panicked, darting out of reach. The mud, unpleasant as it was, was also slick and slimy and made finding a grip on John as he weaved through grasping claws difficult. Stubby, clubbed digits and ragged nails pulled at John's jacket and legs, slipping away as black muck squeezed through the seams between their fingers until finally one fiend tackled John entirely, and once again he was on his back, stone digging into his shoulder blades, some new devil pinning him down. This one had the body of a man but lumpy and malformed, and its head was of the wolf, the skin at its neck rupturing and torn where tufts of fur threatened to burst through. It snapped viciously at John with powerful jaws, adding foamy drool to the myriad slimes that coated him. Two more devils flanked him, and they lifted him bodily into the air, intending to parade the catch about the court and make a show of him; John cried out in pain as claws sunk into his shoulder, and this in itself already elicited jeers from the audience. As they jostled him, the rosary fell loose and dangled forward; under Mammon's vaguely-bored gaze, something caught his eye.
"Halt!" He called, and the proceedings ceased. He snapped a claw and pointed to the base of the dias his throne rested upon. "Fetch him hither. Present unto me his necklace."
John was carried to be held before Mammon, and here he caught pungent wafts of metal and blood as the great demon leant forward, examining the rosary carefully between two claws. He snapped again.
"Release him." He ordered, and John was dropped to the ground. "Human - by what rights didst thou acquire this? Conquest? Bargain?"
"Nergal gave it to me."
"Charity! Nergal is a loathsome, ambitious cretin - yet cunning; but ne'er charitable. I find thine claim hard to credit."
John remained silent, his face set. Mammon studied his expression, and then sat back in his throne. He looked almost curious.
"Very well. Tell thy tale."
The court quieted, and John pulled himself back to his feet, drawing sharp breath as the pain of the fresh puncture in his shoulder was added to his suffering.
"I'm John Constantine," he began, and almost imperceptibly Mammon shifted, a new attention paid to John's words, "and I'm looking for my sister. She's here, somewhere, trapped in your kingdom. My ancesters - the Laughing Magicians," and at this there was a wave of murmurs through the court, quickly silenced by a pointed glare from Mammon, "have her. They've got a terrible plan for her, one I intend to stop. I struck a deal with Nergal to bring me to Cheryl, but he dumped me on the outskirts on a technicality. The rosary is proof of our bargain, and a way for him to find me later."
Mammon raised an eyebrow. "That doth ring truer to Nergal's nature." He surmised, leaning back in his throne, seemingly satisfied. "I am acquainted with thy family. What plot do they weave?"
"My dead cunt of a brother should have been the next incarnation. They want to use my sister to revive him. Once they do, the whole bloody lot of 'em are marching on Hell - you first. They'll take your throne, and your power, and then they'll sweep through the rest of Hell, one lord at a time. And after that, there'll be no one left to stop them. Not even Him."
Mammon shifted, John's words rankling him. Even the implication that something could usurp him was dangerous, seditious talk that would encourage an unwelcome line of thought within his court. For this insect to suggest such a thing so openly in front of him was remarkably brazen; either John was markedly bold, or markedly stupid. Mammon oscillated between enraged and impressed.
"I am unconquerable; a bastion against all foes!" He announced, his voice reverberating and the court shuddering as he crashed his fist against the stone arm of his throne; his audience quivered, the display quelling any idea of a coup. "I shouldst slay thee where thy stand for the mere utterance of such a notion."
"Kill me then. I'll see you around Hell when my brother does the same to you."
The court became very still. John's heart beat like thunder in his chest. He was in a very large amount of very varied kinds of pain; he was cold and wet and uncomfortable; he was grieving a friend he'd just killed and another he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to see again; he was sore, and achy, and above everything else, he was tired. So tired, tired all the way down to his toes, so tired that even the unconscious acts of pushing blood around his beaten body and sucking this rancid, fetid air into his lungs were an almost unbearable effort. And he had run out of patience. He had two plays left: one here and now for Mammon, and one when he finally tracked down Jacob. If between now and then, or even after he succeeded, he dropped dead - he couldn't care less. At least none of this shit would be his fucking problem anymore.
Mammon erupted in great booming laughter, the court echoing with that jangling metallic sound as his belly heaved up and down in fits of amusement. Cautiously, the rest of the court attendees joined in, the stone walls chattering with the snickering of a dozen devils and more.
"Thy undergarments belie the vastness of thine cullions, John Constantine!" The demon lord declared, and he reached a lechorous hand forward to grope and tickle John's mud-sodden groin with calloused, thick-clawed fingers. John jumped back, outraged and disquieted, and this made Mammon laugh harder.
"Pray, tell, on what ground then shouldst I spare thy life? Make thine counsel."
"You kill me and my ancestors will soon be knocking down your door bringing war with them. Even if you win, I'll be dead and Nergal will have my soul and, like you said, he's ambitious. He'll make a play and you'll have another fight on your hands."
"Say then I allow thine exit alive, fine; but thy family squabble 'tis not my concern."
"They don't care. They'll come down on you anyway. Maybe you win, but it'll hurt you and your kingdom regardless. Why fight at all? And if you lose - well, imagine how happy the rest of Hell's gonna be when they find out the war breathing down their necks could have been nipped in the arse before it ever started."
"Hmmm. Thou wouldst possess a third proposal, then?"
"Sure. You don't kill me, and you help me kick my rotten family down to the ninth circle for good. You'd have the vanquishing of the Laughing Magicians, once and for all, to your name. That kind of trophy could be very profitable for you."
"Hmmm."
Mammon took a long silence to weigh his options. The power of just one Laughing Magician was well-regarded; in truth, he could not predict the scope of the might held by the entire ancestral line. Throughout history, the Constantines had never played fair, even when constrained by the Earthly plane. Down here, mortal shells discarded...he would never admit it, never show it; but a fragment of fear slithered into his blackened heart. He shifted forward in his throne and finally lifted his hands, delivering a short sharp clap.
"I am loathe to depart my court; but I can send thee in my stead. Thou shalt be directed hence to thine rogue family, and be assured of their dispatch. Shouldst thou fail or falter, I shalt be forced to slay thee all without mercy."
Mammon gestured again to the wolf-head fiend.
"Serf - show him whither his ancestors make their den."
The wolf-devil bowed graciously, and bounded away, waiting paitently at the threshold of Mammon's court for John to follow.
"I grant thee the protection of my kingdom, Constantine," Mammon said, waving lazily across John's body as the air shimmered and some new pressure settled into his skin. "Know that I shalt remove my boon at mine own pleasure. Do not misrepresent me."
John shivered. He knelt, making his best attempt at showing sincere deference.
"Thank you, Lord Mammon."
"Do not fail, John Constantine. Thine agony can still surely sink to greater depths than thine mind can possess."
John nodded, heeding Mammon's warning well, and then turned and left, more than a little surprised he was still alive at all.
"Wherefore dost thou see fit to disturb my court?"
The first of the tree-creatures prodded John sharply, who was busy coughing and spluttering foul-smelling ooze from out of nearly every orifice.
"Answer our lord, worm."
"I address thee."
Mammon lifted a claw and gestured at the clustered trees. They creaked and snapped, faltering.
"My- my lord," said the second, "this mortal wishes-"
"Begone." Mammon commanded, and flicked his outstretched finger. All three tree-creatures exploded into uncountable fragments; with unearthly howls, the fiery essence that writhed beneath their bark was exposed, whipping and twisting about itself until it erupted upwards, exorcised with a single pained scream as a gout of flame and then extinguished. Mammon looked faintly amused, and then he spoke to John.
"Human. Declare thine purpose."
John craned his neck up, getting his hands beneath him and pushing himself up off the ground to rest on his knees. The figure before him was grand and mighty, there could be no doubt; the demon towered several feet over him even in his seated, relaxed position, and his rotund and bulging form, skin a deep crimson, was adorned with all manner of golden jewellery and ornate piercings. Golden spikes erupted from his shoulders, elbows, the top of his head, curved horns jutting out and bursting through the skin, and his belly bore hideous stitching barely holding together a great crossed wound; there was the glint of further gold behind that torn flesh, if you caught the right angle, and when he moved, his belly jingled and rattled with the metallic sound of coins on coins. His court was filled with all manner of fiends and devils, their own forms ranging from the mundane to the incomprehensible, each cowing under his heavy gaze. Above all else, the throned demon radiated greed, avarice, and an unquestionable power, and there was no mistaking: this was Mammon. Prince of Greed; Plutus the Golden; the Treasurer of Hell, the Avaricious Wolf, the Master of the Gambling Houses. And he was not to be toyed with.
"I'm looking for my sister." John answered plainly. Mammon scoffed.
"I hold no concern for such trifles." He said, waving dismissively and then gesturing to two attendants. "Take him hence; put him to suffering."
The attendants moved quickly to seize John and he panicked, darting out of reach. The mud, unpleasant as it was, was also slick and slimy and made finding a grip on John as he weaved through grasping claws difficult. Stubby, clubbed digits and ragged nails pulled at John's jacket and legs, slipping away as black muck squeezed through the seams between their fingers until finally one fiend tackled John entirely, and once again he was on his back, stone digging into his shoulder blades, some new devil pinning him down. This one had the body of a man but lumpy and malformed, and its head was of the wolf, the skin at its neck rupturing and torn where tufts of fur threatened to burst through. It snapped viciously at John with powerful jaws, adding foamy drool to the myriad slimes that coated him. Two more devils flanked him, and they lifted him bodily into the air, intending to parade the catch about the court and make a show of him; John cried out in pain as claws sunk into his shoulder, and this in itself already elicited jeers from the audience. As they jostled him, the rosary fell loose and dangled forward; under Mammon's vaguely-bored gaze, something caught his eye.
"Halt!" He called, and the proceedings ceased. He snapped a claw and pointed to the base of the dias his throne rested upon. "Fetch him hither. Present unto me his necklace."
John was carried to be held before Mammon, and here he caught pungent wafts of metal and blood as the great demon leant forward, examining the rosary carefully between two claws. He snapped again.
"Release him." He ordered, and John was dropped to the ground. "Human - by what rights didst thou acquire this? Conquest? Bargain?"
"Nergal gave it to me."
"Charity! Nergal is a loathsome, ambitious cretin - yet cunning; but ne'er charitable. I find thine claim hard to credit."
John remained silent, his face set. Mammon studied his expression, and then sat back in his throne. He looked almost curious.
"Very well. Tell thy tale."
The court quieted, and John pulled himself back to his feet, drawing sharp breath as the pain of the fresh puncture in his shoulder was added to his suffering.
"I'm John Constantine," he began, and almost imperceptibly Mammon shifted, a new attention paid to John's words, "and I'm looking for my sister. She's here, somewhere, trapped in your kingdom. My ancesters - the Laughing Magicians," and at this there was a wave of murmurs through the court, quickly silenced by a pointed glare from Mammon, "have her. They've got a terrible plan for her, one I intend to stop. I struck a deal with Nergal to bring me to Cheryl, but he dumped me on the outskirts on a technicality. The rosary is proof of our bargain, and a way for him to find me later."
Mammon raised an eyebrow. "That doth ring truer to Nergal's nature." He surmised, leaning back in his throne, seemingly satisfied. "I am acquainted with thy family. What plot do they weave?"
"My dead cunt of a brother should have been the next incarnation. They want to use my sister to revive him. Once they do, the whole bloody lot of 'em are marching on Hell - you first. They'll take your throne, and your power, and then they'll sweep through the rest of Hell, one lord at a time. And after that, there'll be no one left to stop them. Not even Him."
Mammon shifted, John's words rankling him. Even the implication that something could usurp him was dangerous, seditious talk that would encourage an unwelcome line of thought within his court. For this insect to suggest such a thing so openly in front of him was remarkably brazen; either John was markedly bold, or markedly stupid. Mammon oscillated between enraged and impressed.
"I am unconquerable; a bastion against all foes!" He announced, his voice reverberating and the court shuddering as he crashed his fist against the stone arm of his throne; his audience quivered, the display quelling any idea of a coup. "I shouldst slay thee where thy stand for the mere utterance of such a notion."
"Kill me then. I'll see you around Hell when my brother does the same to you."
The court became very still. John's heart beat like thunder in his chest. He was in a very large amount of very varied kinds of pain; he was cold and wet and uncomfortable; he was grieving a friend he'd just killed and another he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to see again; he was sore, and achy, and above everything else, he was tired. So tired, tired all the way down to his toes, so tired that even the unconscious acts of pushing blood around his beaten body and sucking this rancid, fetid air into his lungs were an almost unbearable effort. And he had run out of patience. He had two plays left: one here and now for Mammon, and one when he finally tracked down Jacob. If between now and then, or even after he succeeded, he dropped dead - he couldn't care less. At least none of this shit would be his fucking problem anymore.
Mammon erupted in great booming laughter, the court echoing with that jangling metallic sound as his belly heaved up and down in fits of amusement. Cautiously, the rest of the court attendees joined in, the stone walls chattering with the snickering of a dozen devils and more.
"Thy undergarments belie the vastness of thine cullions, John Constantine!" The demon lord declared, and he reached a lechorous hand forward to grope and tickle John's mud-sodden groin with calloused, thick-clawed fingers. John jumped back, outraged and disquieted, and this made Mammon laugh harder.
"Pray, tell, on what ground then shouldst I spare thy life? Make thine counsel."
"You kill me and my ancestors will soon be knocking down your door bringing war with them. Even if you win, I'll be dead and Nergal will have my soul and, like you said, he's ambitious. He'll make a play and you'll have another fight on your hands."
"Say then I allow thine exit alive, fine; but thy family squabble 'tis not my concern."
"They don't care. They'll come down on you anyway. Maybe you win, but it'll hurt you and your kingdom regardless. Why fight at all? And if you lose - well, imagine how happy the rest of Hell's gonna be when they find out the war breathing down their necks could have been nipped in the arse before it ever started."
"Hmmm. Thou wouldst possess a third proposal, then?"
"Sure. You don't kill me, and you help me kick my rotten family down to the ninth circle for good. You'd have the vanquishing of the Laughing Magicians, once and for all, to your name. That kind of trophy could be very profitable for you."
"Hmmm."
Mammon took a long silence to weigh his options. The power of just one Laughing Magician was well-regarded; in truth, he could not predict the scope of the might held by the entire ancestral line. Throughout history, the Constantines had never played fair, even when constrained by the Earthly plane. Down here, mortal shells discarded...he would never admit it, never show it; but a fragment of fear slithered into his blackened heart. He shifted forward in his throne and finally lifted his hands, delivering a short sharp clap.
"I am loathe to depart my court; but I can send thee in my stead. Thou shalt be directed hence to thine rogue family, and be assured of their dispatch. Shouldst thou fail or falter, I shalt be forced to slay thee all without mercy."
Mammon gestured again to the wolf-head fiend.
"Serf - show him whither his ancestors make their den."
The wolf-devil bowed graciously, and bounded away, waiting paitently at the threshold of Mammon's court for John to follow.
"I grant thee the protection of my kingdom, Constantine," Mammon said, waving lazily across John's body as the air shimmered and some new pressure settled into his skin. "Know that I shalt remove my boon at mine own pleasure. Do not misrepresent me."
John shivered. He knelt, making his best attempt at showing sincere deference.
"Thank you, Lord Mammon."
"Do not fail, John Constantine. Thine agony can still surely sink to greater depths than thine mind can possess."
John nodded, heeding Mammon's warning well, and then turned and left, more than a little surprised he was still alive at all.
<Snipped quote by Half Pint>
What exactly does this process look like?
I know from GMing in the past that, oftentimes, you reach out to someone, they panic and promise a post, or you don't hear from them at all. What does your absolute cut-off look like in either of these situations?
Might I also suggest amending the rules to include such a cut-off?
<Snipped quote by Example Rule>
Updating the rules would save you a lot of footwork in the long run, and it also puts the onus on the players themselves rather than you having to chase after them. That said, it might be worth choosing a day of the week and posting a 'gentle poke' to any player over the week mark between posts at that time.
Because I am an absolutely anal GM, I keep spreadsheets of data for the RPs I GM and track things like last posted date, number of posts etc. By no means am I saying you need to adapt all of this, just sort of illustrating what works for me.
Example of my madness.
Oh that reminds me I'm really overdue a PRCU post.
Stop subtweeting me
So who's popping a bottle for the two thousandth OOC post?
Nope, too late.
I am adding another redhead to my collection.
<Snipped quote by Sep>
Wait, the point is to accept them?
Not deflect and self-depricate?
Gotham Knights: Legacy Batfam who were inspired by Batman but aren’t actually directly connected or mentored by him. A Dick who skipped straight to Nightwing. A Jason who was never Robin before Red Hood. A Stephanie who struck out as Spoiler before ever meeting Bats let alone being fired. Etc.
Dick Grayson/Nightwing: Aged up. Family killed at Haly's Circus Massacre. Swore to strike back against the murderers. Became Nightwing.
Jason Todd/Red Hood: Drug runner/enforcer for Red Hood Gang. Had 'A Loved One' (idk who). Jason and A Loved One were caught in a drive-by/rival shootout. A Loved One didn't make it, Jason fell into a coma. When he woke up and found out A Loved One died he started a rampage against both his old gang and the rival one for taking A Loved One from him. Wipes out Red Hood Gang and adopts the moniker as the last member there will ever be.
Barbara Gordon/Oracle: Basically the events of Killing Joke, but no pre-existing ties to Batman or career at Batgirl. On recovering, vows to do all she can against the criminal elements and rising supervillains of Gotham to stop anything like this happening ever again. Becomes Oracle.
Stephanie Brown/Spoiler: Father's an asshole who was also Cluemaster. When Stephanie discovered this she was incensed and determined to put a stop to his crimes. She suited up and became Spoiler to defeat him.
Tim Drake/Red Robin: Began researching the Gotham Knights as they became known, eventually figuring out their identities. He approached Dick Grayson (or whoever the 'leader' is) soon after, wanting to help, but was rebuffed. Instead he tracked the Knights for a while, and was able to save them at a critical moment. After this, he joined them, having proved his capability and standing up for himself and his responsibilities. He becomes Red Robin.
Cassandra Cain/Orphan: Raised as a living weapon by her father, David Cain. Was sent to Gotham to kill Miranda and Marcus Row, petty criminals working for the Falcones, as a test. She succeeded in killing Marcus but reading his body language as he died horrified her and marked a distinct psychological shift, breaking out of her father's programming and realizing the evil she had been created for. She rejected her father and cut all contact, vowing to eternally atone for the murder she had committed, adopting the pseudonym Orphan.
Harper Row/Bluebird: Mother and Father (Miranda and Marcus) were petty criminals working for the Falcones. Marcus was an abusive POS to Harper and her brother Cullen; Miranda was slightly better but still sometimes neglectful and cold when her 'work' demanded it. After the attack by Cassandra Cain on her parents, Harper wanted revenge, but after tracking Cassandra and seeing how she'd changed her ways, Harper realized she could also break out of the cycle set by her parents and be a better role model for Cullen. She re-invented herself as a protector and provider, trying to encourage her mom to be better now that Marcus was dead, becoming Bluebird, a symbol of hope, good fortune, and fresh starts.
Duke Thomas/The Signal: Born to single mother Elaine, Duke never knew his father; his mother kept his identity a secret, but when Duke grew up and began exhibiting metahuman abilities, she had to come clean and explain his father was Gnomon, the immortal, who she'd fled from after being taken as a concubine to sire his child. When Gnomon returned for Duke (having known about him the whole time and just waiting for him to come of age), he rejected his father, and in return Gnomon slew Elaine, reasoning that with no mother to return to, Duke would have no choice but to come with him. Well, this didn't change Duke's mind, and instead the two fought across Gotham until Gnomon was finally defeated and repelled. Duke swore to honor his mother and disavow his father by using his powers to protect the people of Gotham, becoming The Signal.
Helena Bertinelli/Huntress: Born to the Bertinelli Mafia crime family, Helena was subject to beatings from her father, aloofness from her mother, and constant threat from rival crime families who saw her as a weapon to be used against her family. As she grew, her hatred of everything the Bertinellis were and stood for grew with her, erupting to a bloody climax when an assassin broke into the Bertinelli house one night to kill Franco, and was discovered by Helena, who took the opportunity to kill her entire family and then the assassin, positioning herself as the only survivor of a horrific attack. Sent back to Sicily to live with the 'Old Family' where she'd be 'safe', she instead spent years training and preparing, and as soon as she could, travelled back to America to finish what she'd started: wiping the Bertinelli Mafia, and any other mob besides, off the face of the Earth, as Huntress.
Bette Kane/Flamebird: An LA darling and tennis prodigy, Bette was visiting Gotham as part of a tournament when she witnessed Nightwing (or whichever other Gotham Knight) engaging in crime-fighting, and became infatuated. She trained in gymnastics, athleticism, and martial arts, and then took a hiatus to travel back to Gotham and debut as Flamebird, vying for Nightwing's (or whoever's) attention. While flattered, the young vigilante was also uncomfortable with her obssession and rejected her reasons for becoming a vigilante, ultimately denying Bette's advances. Dismayed, Bette returned to LA, but found tennis, debutante balls, and schoolwork now very hollow compared to the thrills and triumph of vigilantism, and ultimately decided to abandon her shallow life altogether and go back to Gotham as Flamebird to continue the fight and find true fulfilment.
Charlotte Gage/Misfit: A natural-born Metahuman to a single mother in Metropolis, Charlotte was caught in a fire at a young age. Her powers manifested - the ability to teleport, but only able to bring inorganic matter with her - and while she was able to save herself, she was forced to leave her mother behind. She managed to get help, but too late; her mother perished in the fire. Orphaned, Charlotte spent her formative years 'jumping' across the US, able to keep herself fed, sheltered, clothed, even enjoy luxuries, but ultimately still just a homeless drifter. Eventually she caught wind of the Gotham Knights, particularly [female members] and found herself spying on them, a secret admirer. After 'jumping' into Oracle's hideout and taking Barbara by surprise, subsequently learning the Knights' identities in the process, the Knights agreed to take Charlotte in as her surrogate family. She took the name Misfit and began to use her powers for altruism.
Katherine Kane/Batwoman: Born to Gabrielle and NATO Colonel Jacob Kane, Kate and her twin sister Elizabeth lived a good life until their twelfth birthday, shortly after which they and their mother were kidnapped by international terrorists as a strike against her father. Though Jacob managed to mount a rescue mission, Gabrielle was executed and Beth was killed in crossfire. After this, Jacob retired and moved himself and Kate to Washington, doing his best to be a good father while intensely grieving, and also starting Kate on a gruelling regimen of self-defence, military conditioning, and tactical training, in an effort to prevent her from ever being vulnerable again. After being forced out of military service due to a lesbian scandal, Kate moves to Gotham and falls into a party life, during which she meets and begins a relationship with GCPD officer Renee Montoya, who's also assigned to the for-show Batman Taskforce, the work of which begins to fascinate Kate. When Kate is mugged during a phonecall argument with Renee over her hard-partying lifestyle, she uses her military training to defend herself, and abandons the thug on the steps of the GCPD; the next day Renee mentions how 'the bat' must have delivered him and how he turned out to be a prolific rapist and ganger, and Kate feels pride and purpose swell within her as well as a sense of vengeance for her mother and sister, and ultimately decides to follow Batman's example and become Batwoman, abandoning her lifestyle and sobering up to carry on bringing criminals to justice.
Abyss?
Circus of Strange?
Clayface I?
Cluemaster (if running Spoiler)?
David Cain (if running Orphan)?
The Flamingo?
Lock-Up?
Magpie?
Miracle Molly (if running Oracle)?
Punchline (if running Bluebird)?
Ratcatcher?
Ten-Eyed Man?
Dick Grayson/Nightwing: Aged up. Family killed at Haly's Circus Massacre. Swore to strike back against the murderers. Became Nightwing.
Jason Todd/Red Hood: Drug runner/enforcer for Red Hood Gang. Had 'A Loved One' (idk who). Jason and A Loved One were caught in a drive-by/rival shootout. A Loved One didn't make it, Jason fell into a coma. When he woke up and found out A Loved One died he started a rampage against both his old gang and the rival one for taking A Loved One from him. Wipes out Red Hood Gang and adopts the moniker as the last member there will ever be.
Barbara Gordon/Oracle: Basically the events of Killing Joke, but no pre-existing ties to Batman or career at Batgirl. On recovering, vows to do all she can against the criminal elements and rising supervillains of Gotham to stop anything like this happening ever again. Becomes Oracle.
Stephanie Brown/Spoiler: Father's an asshole who was also Cluemaster. When Stephanie discovered this she was incensed and determined to put a stop to his crimes. She suited up and became Spoiler to defeat him.
Tim Drake/Red Robin: Began researching the Gotham Knights as they became known, eventually figuring out their identities. He approached Dick Grayson (or whoever the 'leader' is) soon after, wanting to help, but was rebuffed. Instead he tracked the Knights for a while, and was able to save them at a critical moment. After this, he joined them, having proved his capability and standing up for himself and his responsibilities. He becomes Red Robin.
Cassandra Cain/Orphan: Raised as a living weapon by her father, David Cain. Was sent to Gotham to kill Miranda and Marcus Row, petty criminals working for the Falcones, as a test. She succeeded in killing Marcus but reading his body language as he died horrified her and marked a distinct psychological shift, breaking out of her father's programming and realizing the evil she had been created for. She rejected her father and cut all contact, vowing to eternally atone for the murder she had committed, adopting the pseudonym Orphan.
Harper Row/Bluebird: Mother and Father (Miranda and Marcus) were petty criminals working for the Falcones. Marcus was an abusive POS to Harper and her brother Cullen; Miranda was slightly better but still sometimes neglectful and cold when her 'work' demanded it. After the attack by Cassandra Cain on her parents, Harper wanted revenge, but after tracking Cassandra and seeing how she'd changed her ways, Harper realized she could also break out of the cycle set by her parents and be a better role model for Cullen. She re-invented herself as a protector and provider, trying to encourage her mom to be better now that Marcus was dead, becoming Bluebird, a symbol of hope, good fortune, and fresh starts.
Duke Thomas/The Signal: Born to single mother Elaine, Duke never knew his father; his mother kept his identity a secret, but when Duke grew up and began exhibiting metahuman abilities, she had to come clean and explain his father was Gnomon, the immortal, who she'd fled from after being taken as a concubine to sire his child. When Gnomon returned for Duke (having known about him the whole time and just waiting for him to come of age), he rejected his father, and in return Gnomon slew Elaine, reasoning that with no mother to return to, Duke would have no choice but to come with him. Well, this didn't change Duke's mind, and instead the two fought across Gotham until Gnomon was finally defeated and repelled. Duke swore to honor his mother and disavow his father by using his powers to protect the people of Gotham, becoming The Signal.
Helena Bertinelli/Huntress: Born to the Bertinelli Mafia crime family, Helena was subject to beatings from her father, aloofness from her mother, and constant threat from rival crime families who saw her as a weapon to be used against her family. As she grew, her hatred of everything the Bertinellis were and stood for grew with her, erupting to a bloody climax when an assassin broke into the Bertinelli house one night to kill Franco, and was discovered by Helena, who took the opportunity to kill her entire family and then the assassin, positioning herself as the only survivor of a horrific attack. Sent back to Sicily to live with the 'Old Family' where she'd be 'safe', she instead spent years training and preparing, and as soon as she could, travelled back to America to finish what she'd started: wiping the Bertinelli Mafia, and any other mob besides, off the face of the Earth, as Huntress.
Bette Kane/Flamebird: An LA darling and tennis prodigy, Bette was visiting Gotham as part of a tournament when she witnessed Nightwing (or whichever other Gotham Knight) engaging in crime-fighting, and became infatuated. She trained in gymnastics, athleticism, and martial arts, and then took a hiatus to travel back to Gotham and debut as Flamebird, vying for Nightwing's (or whoever's) attention. While flattered, the young vigilante was also uncomfortable with her obssession and rejected her reasons for becoming a vigilante, ultimately denying Bette's advances. Dismayed, Bette returned to LA, but found tennis, debutante balls, and schoolwork now very hollow compared to the thrills and triumph of vigilantism, and ultimately decided to abandon her shallow life altogether and go back to Gotham as Flamebird to continue the fight and find true fulfilment.
Charlotte Gage/Misfit: A natural-born Metahuman to a single mother in Metropolis, Charlotte was caught in a fire at a young age. Her powers manifested - the ability to teleport, but only able to bring inorganic matter with her - and while she was able to save herself, she was forced to leave her mother behind. She managed to get help, but too late; her mother perished in the fire. Orphaned, Charlotte spent her formative years 'jumping' across the US, able to keep herself fed, sheltered, clothed, even enjoy luxuries, but ultimately still just a homeless drifter. Eventually she caught wind of the Gotham Knights, particularly [female members] and found herself spying on them, a secret admirer. After 'jumping' into Oracle's hideout and taking Barbara by surprise, subsequently learning the Knights' identities in the process, the Knights agreed to take Charlotte in as her surrogate family. She took the name Misfit and began to use her powers for altruism.
Katherine Kane/Batwoman: Born to Gabrielle and NATO Colonel Jacob Kane, Kate and her twin sister Elizabeth lived a good life until their twelfth birthday, shortly after which they and their mother were kidnapped by international terrorists as a strike against her father. Though Jacob managed to mount a rescue mission, Gabrielle was executed and Beth was killed in crossfire. After this, Jacob retired and moved himself and Kate to Washington, doing his best to be a good father while intensely grieving, and also starting Kate on a gruelling regimen of self-defence, military conditioning, and tactical training, in an effort to prevent her from ever being vulnerable again. After being forced out of military service due to a lesbian scandal, Kate moves to Gotham and falls into a party life, during which she meets and begins a relationship with GCPD officer Renee Montoya, who's also assigned to the for-show Batman Taskforce, the work of which begins to fascinate Kate. When Kate is mugged during a phonecall argument with Renee over her hard-partying lifestyle, she uses her military training to defend herself, and abandons the thug on the steps of the GCPD; the next day Renee mentions how 'the bat' must have delivered him and how he turned out to be a prolific rapist and ganger, and Kate feels pride and purpose swell within her as well as a sense of vengeance for her mother and sister, and ultimately decides to follow Batman's example and become Batwoman, abandoning her lifestyle and sobering up to carry on bringing criminals to justice.
Abyss?
Circus of Strange?
Clayface I?
Cluemaster (if running Spoiler)?
David Cain (if running Orphan)?
The Flamingo?
Lock-Up?
Magpie?
Miracle Molly (if running Oracle)?
Punchline (if running Bluebird)?
Ratcatcher?
Ten-Eyed Man?
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