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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

_{SEASON ONE Sensation & Wonder}

BATWOMAN: Masks

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_{Park Row ♦ Gotham}

'Two shots ring out into the Gotham night, and a boy watches his parents die. That moment will haunt him for the rest of his life. Haunt him, but also drive him. He would shape his body and soul into a relentless weapon of vengeance, taking up a mask to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. That mask consumed him. In his mind he became the mask, as if the terrified little boy he used to be had died with his family. It made hunting down his parent's killer all the easier: two shots rang out into the Gotham night, and that mobster gunman died. The Tally Man was born.'

Six months ago, Batwoman found herself standing across from him. They were in the cramped apartment of his most recent target, a former loan shark on Falcone's payroll. The old man had flipped for the FBI when Two-Face murdered Carmine Falcone. Maybe Tally Man hadn't gotten the message. More likely, he just didn't care. He blamed everyone even remotely connected to the Falcone crime family for his tragedy. No amount of blood would sate him. Every mobster in Gotham could be six feet under and he'd still conduct his war.

"This isn't about you, Batgirl." He loomed, shadows and flowing clothing making him look more like a phantom than a man. If nothing else, he had taste for the theatrical. "Do not give your life for this scum. Walk away."

She stood vigilant over the barely conscious form of the ex-mobster. The bullet wound in his side wouldn't be fatal if she could get him to a hospital. "Come on, its been Batwoman for months now. Didn't you get my emails?" She paused, glancing around the room. Plenty of furniture to break his line of sight: a couch in the middle of the room, a coffee table to the right and a shelf-full of Coppola and Scorsese DVDs to the left. No real hard cover, though. Gotta keep on the move to avoid getting tagged. The armor in her suit was thick, but it could only take so much punishment.

"You're sick, Robinson. Killing this man isn't going to help you."

"That's not my name!" Tally Man roared, and his guns soon joined the cacophony.

Batwoman grabbed the heavy leather couch in the center of the room and dragged it up into the line of fire. The tech in her suit whirred as it worked to make up for her less-than-peak upper body strength. Her cover lasted less than a second before bullets tore a line of holes through it, narrowly missing their target.

She shoved the couch toward Tally Man and dove to the left, scrambling to close the distance. He went right, placing a coffee table between himself and her as he took aim.

"I really don't want to hurt you, Eddie." She rounded to the other side of the couch, the Godfather box-set in hand. The original and Part II banged into both of Tally Man's wrists, ruining his aim, while Part III shattered against the man's nose, knocking him off balance.

The Barbara of three years ago could've gotten to him before he steadied himself. The Barbara of now, though? She took three shots to the center of her chest, pain burning through her body. Those would leave a mark but she had to keep going. Had to lunge across that coffee table and stop Eddie Robinson before he could hurt someone else.

She misjudged the distance. Instead of planting her foot in Tally Man's chest, she fell straight through the table, wood and glass flying in every direction. He didn't waste any time planting the barrel of a gun between her eyes.

'The dreaded Batwoman, brought down by the Tally Man of all people. Bruce would be so disappointed.'

"Leave the broad alone ya fookin' clown!" A chair slammed against Tally Man's back. He still pulled the trigger. Instead of putting a hole through Barbara's head it took off one of her cowl's ears. That tough old bastard that'd been lying on the floor a few moments ago had dragged himself to his feet and bashed their attacker with a dining room chair, saving her life. He was thanked for his efforts with a pistol whip to the face.

Batwoman kicked Tally's legs out from under him, bringing him to the floor. Babs had to fight the years of instinct screaming at her to bash his face in until he was a bloody, unconscious mess. All the anger in her blood- all the rage- still burned hot as ever, even after trying to ween herself off it. "...Damn it all." She kicked away his weapons and pulled a pair of handcuffs from her belt. "You're going to Arkham, Robinson. And you're not leaving prematurely this time."

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_{Arkham Asylum ♦ Gotham}

I'm writing my doctoral thesis on childhood trauma and its connection to violent behavior. There's decades of research to pour through. Its a messy, complicated and sometimes contradictory topic. Lots of opinions, and everybody's biased one way or another. Hard to parse the truth in all the noise, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Five months ago, Barbara Gordon found herself sitting across from him. Edward 'Eddie' Robinson was a troubled man. His parents both had extensive criminal records and connections to organized crime prior to their son's birth. Then they wanted out. Wanted their son to grow up with parents he could be proud of, and as far away from the world of drugs and violence that they'd endured as children themselves. It was not a life easily escaped, however. Their grave markers proved as much.

Eddie didn't like making eye contact. He kept his chin against his chest, eyes flickering rapidly between his shoes, the floor and the locked door behind him. Arkham was not a place built for patient comfort. It was a dark, hard place, meant to keep its prisoners locked away and trapped in their own, injured minds. Many of Gotham's residents thought it to be a place of evil. They said its walls had seen so many horrors that the very stones of its foundation were infected with it. The Asylum's corrupting influence was supposed to reach everyone in its halls- the patients, the guards, the staff.

Barbara Gordon knew more than one wizard on a first-name basis, but she wasn't overly superstitious. Evil was not an otherworldly power, slipping into the human psyche; it was born of man, and it could be cured by men. It was the systemic deinstitutionalization of Gotham's mentally ill, evidenced by tens of thousands of patients in its facilities decades ago to less than seven thousand in the modern day.

'That part's going in the paper, too.'

She pressed the record button on a handheld analog audio device, placing it down on the table in front of her. "So, Mister Edward Robinson," she began, opening his file to remind herself of his history, both personal and medical, "you agreed to partake in a study I am conducting on childhood trauma as part of your treatment program. I just wanted to reaffirm your consent for the record."

"Uhh- yeah, yeah. The guys in here say you're the only doc who ain't a freak or a psycho." He paused for a beat. "But please stop callin' me that name."

"Alright. What would you like me to call you?"

"Told you already, I'm the Tally Man."

Barbara sat forward, crossing her arms. "Let's start there. Why do you identify with your criminal alias over your birth name? Are there negative connotations there?"

"It just ain't who I am anymore. Simple as that."

"You've reacted violently in the past over being referred to that way."

Eddie squirmed. "I'm sorry 'bout that, I just..." He looked around, anxious, nervous. Like somebody he couldn't see was watching him.

Barbara reached an open hand out toward him, offering it. "You can share safely here. Anything you wish to keep between us stays in this room, you have my word."

He didn't take her hand, but he did visibly calm at the gesture. "I don't have any problem with Eddie. He was a good kid, stubborn, should'a listened to mom more. But I ain't him. Ed was too good for what had to come next."

"But the Tally Man wasn't."

He nodded. "Tally Man wasn't."

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'We were making good progress. Tally Man was willing to talk about his life as Eddie, but only if we treated him as a different person. It turned out he didn't just not hate Edd, he loved what he used to be. Loved his parents and all they tried to give him. The hate that filled his heart belonged to more than the Falcones- it belonged to every two-bit criminal who preyed on the good people of this city. He'd cut a bloody trail across Gotham's underworld and keep going until the whole world paid for what was done to him. I've gotta convince him this isn't the way.'

Two months ago, Barbara decided to take a risk: she would show Tally Man his true face. She carried two objects into the interview room, concealing each under a simple piece of cloth. They were the key instruments in making the patient confront the truth of who he was, what was done to him and how he could move beyond it.

He didn't seem too happy about the arrangement, at first. She brought out the mirror and asked him who he saw, and he wasn't as willing a participant as she had hoped. Got dodgy with his answers after 'me' wouldn't suffice, refused to look at it head on, like seeing his own face would curse him or something. After no shortage of prodding, Barbara got him to admit that he hadn't used a mirror in quite a long time. The lop-sided shave of his facial hair made a lot more sense in that context.

Then she pulled the cloth off his mask and learned what unhappy really looked like.

"Why do you have that?!" He roared, loud as the first time the two of them had met. Before Babs knew what was happening he was leaping out of his chair and wrapping his hands around her collar, dragging her face inches from his. His breath stunk of the garbage allegedly called food that the Asylum served for lunch. "Why do you have my face?"

Barbara didn't move an inch. She didn't allow herself to flinch, or for her breathing to accelerate in the slightest. Remain calm. Any sudden movements and he might cross a line he couldn't come back from. "Slow it down. I need you to explain why you're upset, carefully and honestly. We've talked about this: you don't need to communicate your feelings through violence here."

He didn't budge. He was holding her so close their noses were brushing against one another, yet still this close up he refused to look Babs in the eye. "You...you need to give that back."

"Why do you want to hurt me?"

"You stole my face."

"You have your face. This is a piece of cloth."

"Its not- its not that simple, okay?! They're both me."

"Why do you wear it?" She moved her own hands, ever so slowly, up to his. She made sure he could see that she was only laying them on top of his own, and not trying to force him off of her.

"It- it scares them-"

"Tell me the truth-"

"It keeps me safe, okay?!" He screams again. His grip on her collar loosens, but he doesn't let go. "It- it makes it easier-"

"To kill?"

For the first time since Barbara Gordon met him, Robinson looked her in the eye. There was an unimaginable amount of pain burning behind them. "Makes it so I- so...Eddie...don't feel so guilty after."

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'Eddie Robinson was still a scared little boy, hiding from what happened to his parents. He'd just traded in a teddy bear and a safety blanket for a mask and a murderous crusade. The violence was the only way he knew how to convey to the world the injustice done to him. Tally Man didn't make Eddie happy. I just had to show him another way to feel safe.

Yesterday, Barbara Gordon handed Eddie a certificate verifying his mental well-being. So long as he continued his weekly therapy sessions, kept up on his medication, and showed no signs of regression, Eddie Robinson was a free man. She'd fought like hell to keep him from being sent over to Blackgate. That place was nearly just as bad as Arkham, only she couldn't be around to watch his back in there. It was a risk. She knew that. But she also knew the kind of man Eddie could be. His capacity for empathy, despite his personal pain, almost matched another man she knew.

"Thank you, doc. I- I can't ever repay the good you've done for me." Eddie shook her hand too tight and too fast, his eyes wet with the beginning of tears.

She pulled him in for a hug. "You can thank me by getting out there and making the most of your life, Ed. You've got a lot of it ahead of you. And don't forget to check in with me, alright? Your new therapist's a great man, don't get me wrong, but I want to make sure you're doing well myself. Remember to check out those places I gave you, too. They're great places to work, and they don't care what's on your record."

"Yes, yeah, of course I will. Thank you so much. I don't ever wanna end up back here. The people in there..." He shook his head. "Stay safe, doc."

Barbara had left that incident two months ago out of her official reports. Something like that would've kept Ed in Arkham for another year, at least- and more importantly it would've gotten him transferred to another psychiatrist. That would've been the end of his recovery. It was rash, sure. And if anybody found out she could've had her license revoked. But no one deserved to be stuck in that place for long. It'd chewed up and spat out every decent person who ever walked in the front door.

None of those people had learned how to defend themselves under Batman.

"You don't have to worry, trust me."

None of them had tangled with every monster in Gotham from Bane to the Joker to the walking corpse of Jason Todd.

'None of them were Batwoman.'

Today, Barbara Gordon successfully defended her doctoral thesis from the examination committee at Gotham University. She pulled out her second cellphone and shot a text to what must have been the most encrypted group chat on earth, full of everyone she'd ever called family. Minus dad. She'd tell him over dinner if he wasn't busy saving the city.

I passed!! From now on that's DOCTOR Gordon to all of you

B. Gordon

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

_{SEASON ONE Sensation & Wonder}

SUPERBOY #6 Pull My Strings

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_{The Daily Planet ♦ Metropolis}

Tana Moon brought Superboy to what she described as her 'office.' It was a supply closet. Cramped to all hell with boxes, shelving and a printer that would've been old a decade ago. The lights in the ceiling hung too low and burned too bright. Toward the back of the room was Moon's whole setup: her laptop set on a stack of copy paper cases, an office chair that couldn't spin anymore, and an empty cork board. He wasn't going to ask about the board, or the accompanying shoe box full of thumbtacks, red yarn and newspaper clippings.

"Can the judgement, cape. Not everybody's a millionaire." Tana called over her shoulder, dropping into the chair and booting up the computer. The back of it was covered in all sorts of stickers: ELLIS 2020, Metropolis U, a vaguely homoerotic sticker of Spider-Man and Nightwing.

"I didn't say anything." He did a 360 around the room in search of a seat of his own. There weren't an abundance of options.

"This is my nerve center. My retreat. The place where it happens." He raised a skeptical brow and she caved immediately. "Alright, so its the only place with a little privacy around here. I'll start combing through the archive, see what I can find on your baddie."

"What am I s'posed to do?"

"See those reports on top of the printer? Those go to the desks with the matching name plates. What? Don't look at me like that. I'm supposed to be working, not helping you. This'll take me fifteen minutes, tops."

He spent the next five minutes zipping across the office, delivering reports, changing ink cartridges and writing emails. Even spell-checked her criminology paper on that serial killer from New York, the Punisher. That was him going slow, too. The next fifteen minutes was him agonizing over how to pass the time. He stopped a bike thief in Centennial Park. Went to grab a pizza from that place on Bleecker street, but they weren’t open yet. Get a frozen one from the supermarket instead. Ate the pizza. Did a lap around the bay to work off the calories. Went too fast, pizza came back up. Took a shower and headed back to the Planet.

"How ‘bout now? You got anything?"

"You think anything changed since the last eighty four times you asked me?! Well, it has. Sit down, I finally got something."

The first public appearance of Knockout actually predated Superman. She tangled with one of those old school, JSA-era capes way back in the day; nobody knew her name yet so the connection was hard to make, but there weren't too many seven foot tall redheads that could bench press a train car running around. She'd appear sporadically over the coming decades, and not always in the States. The name Knockout wouldn't be tied to her until her first clash with the Man of Steel.

"How'd you even find all this? This is incredible."

"I have a friend, Mickey Cannon; he's a real technophile. Had him run a bot through the archive, lookin' for any mention of Knockout or a few keywords that'd identify her. We're actually part of this online group called the Newsboys-"

"-yeah no that’s great, can you keep readin'?"

She disappeared from the public eye after her capture and subsequent sentencing. Most people assumed she was still in Belle Reve, and the prison’s records would’ve backed that up- the only discrepancy was a raid in South America, where a group of costumed villains attempted to assassinate a head of state. One of those villains matched Knockout’s description to a T. That wasn’t the craziest part of this story, though- the craziest part was who stopped them.

"I know that guy!" Superboy all but leapt out of his tights to point to the screen. It was a low-quality picture snapped with a flip phone, but he’d recognize that golden armor and the blue suit anywhere. "That's Guardian! He's- he's retired now, but James Harper- he's head of security at our main facility- he used to be a superhero. I...have no idea why he'd be in South America, though. He was a local guy. A real 'show up to a minor league baseball game' type."

"So Cadmus has gone after Knockout before?"

"No way," he scoffed, "Jim only started working at the lab a couple of months after I was born-"

“-That...timeline works perfectly-“

"After Superboy was born." He laughed a little too hard. "Y’know, my- my rebirth as a hero kind of thing. That was, uh, just twelve or thirteen months ago. No, Harper must've been there for his own reasons." Try as he might, he didn't sound too convinced by his own theory. None of this made any sense.

Moon stared up at him, practically boring a hole into his skull. "Do you know where Guardian got his powers? That fancy suit of armor? I mean, I'm no expert, but something like that would’ve cost a fortune. Way more money than a...what'd you call him- a 'minor league baseball' type of hero- ought to have."

"So, what? You're suggestin' Jim and everybody at Cadmus has been lyin' to me? That they made him Guardian just like they made me, but weren't ever public about it?" Superboy faked a scoff.

"If you trust your company so much then why are you in my supply closet instead of asking your boss yourself?" Tana stood from her seat, taking a step up to him. There was barely enough room for one of them to stand in here, let alone two. Superboy didn’t respond to her. He couldn't meet her gaze. Tana took that as assurance she'd hit the nail on the head and pressed on, "Look, you obviously care about this woman or you wouldn't be here. And I'm going to be honest with you, s-boy, things don't look too good for her. Cadmus wanted her badly enough to send you after her in public. They tried the same thing two years ago when they sent Guardian after a U.S-backed death squad in Southern America."

"It sounds crazy. Batshit, if I’m bein' honest."

"And yet..." she shrugged.

"...what should I do about it?"

"The superhero's asking me that?"

He turned away, running his hands through his hair. His chest hurt. Ribs, too. Mind was racing quicker than he could keep up with it- a million difference possibilities, none of them good. Too big a question, too many potential answers, and no way to contextualize which ones were worth his time. "Maybe it ain't obvious yet but this is the first time I've done this on my own," he sighed, frustrated. "Always had a support structure, marching orders. All I ever had to do was hit what they pointed at. This, though? This is way over my paygrade."

Moon grabbed a notebook off a nearby shelf. Had to try three pens before one would write, but then she started to write. Furious, quick as hell, and barely legible to anyone that wasn't her. It might've impressed Superboy if that look in her eye didn't make him squirm with discomfort. She had a plan, alright. And he could tell he wasn't going to like it in the least.

"Unless you're willing to come out as a source we can't go traditional with this. If somebody leaks the story online, though, you bet every major paper in the country will be tripping over each other to cover those allegations. I can make a few calls to friends of mine and get this trending everywhere. Cadmus can't hide then."

His jaw all but hit the floor. "Are you out of your gourd, Tana? Do you have even the slightest idea what'd happen to you if you got in the middle of this? You could get hurt. Bad."

"I'll cover my tracks. We can't just let these guys get away with this, and I'd bet everything its only the tip of the iceberg." Her own jaw was set, never wavering.

"You don't understand." He shook his head furiously. "Listen, Paul Westfield is- is a good man, okay? Complicated, intense, but the- the superhero stuff is the real deal. I wouldn't be here without him. I owe him everything."

"That corporate ghoul wouldn't know good if it slapped him in the face. There's an angle. There always is with those rich guys."

"I didn't take you for the cynical type." He narrows his eyes.

She narrowed hers back. "And I didn't take you for a coward."

Superboy started for the door. "Maybe you were right earlier. Maybe I shouldn't have come here and maybe- maybe I should just ask the man myself."

"You're making a mistake!" She yelled after him, but he was already gone.

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

_{SEASON ONE Sensation & Wonder}

SUPERBOY #5 Pull My Strings

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_{Three hundred and fifty miles above the surface ♦ Earth's upper atmosphere}

They called it the thermosphere. It was by far the largest layer of earth's atmosphere, ranging from sixty miles up to over three hundred and seventy. Near its zenith the air was so thin it was practically a hard vacuum. What gas particles were up here, though, were packed with thousands upon thousands of degrees of heat. They absorbed solar radiation like sponges. The electrical charge those particles carried were what bounced short-wave radio transmissions back down to earth. Those transmissions played in Superboy's ear through a receiver implanted into his cochlea. Hundreds of songs, voices, and sounds smashed together in a garbled mess of sensory activity, but he could still make sense of it. His brain was designed to intake vast amounts of data all at once, storing the best of it for later in his long-term memory. He had most of Wikipedia stored in his hippocampus, thanks to Cadmus. They'd thought all that knowledge and processing power meant he'd come outta his vat a genius.

'But I'm a capital M moron,' he sulked, soaking in the morning's rays. He'd spent the better part of the night way up here, just a short flight from the International Space Station. His lighter injuries were fully healed by now, but the heftier ones- like that lower right rib- required medical attention. Doctor Roquette could've had him good as new in four hours, tops. She also would've told him to report in after last night's brawl.

Somebody was bound to yell at him for letting Knockout get away. And for letting her kiss him. 'Didn't even ask me first.' Still, it was a hard thing to complain about. He'd never met anyone quite like that before...

'Not what's important right now,' he reminded himself. 'Need to figure this out.'

Cadmus's Acquisitions department had sent Superboy to capture Knockout. Not detain her until the cops show up- capture and return to their facilities. Why, though? Was it just because the police would've had a hell of a time holding someone like that? Maybe. That still didn't explain why she was a priority in the first place. She hasn't been an active threat to anyone for years now. Even had some kind of deal with a high ranking government official to wipe her slate clean. Far as the law was concerned, Kay Fury was an innocent woman.

'Until we demolished a chunk of Hob's Bay beating on each other.' So many people's homes, their business, all that public property- just destroyed because he was more concerned with having fun than protecting people. He seriously needed to figure out this hero thing.

There was something he was missing. A piece of the puzzle left out of the box. If he knew more about her past maybe he'd be able to draw a connection between her and Cadmus. Whatever it was, his creators hadn't deigned to give him that piece of information. It wasn't a name he'd known until yesterday. Could just fly back to the tower and google her, but...

'They're gonna be monitoring the place, dummy. And its not good for your health to let the bosses know you're snoopin' around behind their backs.' Okay, so where did people go for information they couldn't just look up online?

_{The Daily Planet ♦ Metropolis}

The Daily Planet was the last bulwark of decency in New Troy. No matter how the rest of Metropolis changed around it, for good or for ill, the Planet remained stalwart. A lighthouse on the shore, guiding ships to the harbor of truth. A symbol carved from brick and mortar of the City of Tomorrow's best future.

It was also, unrelated, closed.

It turns out truth does, in fact, sleep; specifically between the hours of six PM and eight AM. Those doors wouldn't open for another half an hour. Time wouldn't pass any faster the longer Superboy stared at them, either. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe the library was open earlier-

Somebody rounding behind him. Couldn't see, about to bump into him. He's half a foot to the left before they even know he was in the way.

"Ahhh shit. Shitshitshit." The woman hiding behind a stack of coffees and breakfast snacks grumbled to herself, trying to find an angle to grab the door. Was going to drop everything. No two bets about it. Superboy slipped the key from outta her fingers and opened it himself and had the keys back in her hand in the time it took a butterfly to beat their wings.

"Thanks, pal. I'd be dead meat without ya." She walked into the lobby, and he followed after. The place was empty, save for the dull roar of printers spinning in the basement. Quiet talking from a back room behind the front desk. Just a handful of people, all too tired for their own good. That was where the woman with the coffees and snacks was bound.

Superboy gave her time to finish up with that before bothering her further. One of the men waiting on her was her boss. Older man, upset that she'd taken so long. Stupid, though. Coffee came from a place on the other side of midtown. She'd made it back in record time. Probably broke a few traffic laws to do it. Not sure it'd matter to him, though.

The boy spent the next few minutes unsure what to do with his hands while he waited for her to get back. Pockets on the jacket were fake, crossing his arms made him feel like an ass. How'd people stand around like this all the time?

Door opened again, and the intern stepped back out. She was short, built for track. Brown skin, dark hair, and a cheap purple blazer over a pink button-up. There was a dangerous sort of curiosity burning behind her eyes when she finally looked at him. "Tana Moon, Daily Planet. You can't be in here." She all but had to climb atop the front desk to stick her hand out to shake his hand.

He took it, awkward as all hell, but he took it. "Uhh, right. Sorry. Name's Superboy-"

"Wow, really? Couldn't tell. You only own the one outfit? Same one from your rampage last night, got all the same cuts."

"Ah, great." He sighed, and threw up his hands. "They already uploaded it? 'Course they did. Man I am so dead."

"Trending since midnight. You and that redhead've been the talk of the town. You wanna make a statement about that, by the way?"

"God, that means they know about the kiss, too." He started pacing. He paced when he couldn't fly, and he flew when he was nervous.

Tana pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Kiss? What kiss? You kiss someone?"

He stopped, turning to look at her. "They edited it out?! What am I saying, 'course they did. Man. Rex'll have my hide...What're you doing? Are you recording me?"

"What? Nobody's interviewed you since the incident and you just dropped an exclusive."

"Do not run that!" Before she could argue he'd taken the phone, deleted the video and handed it back. Papers flew off the desk as he came to a stop. "You have no idea how much trouble I'd be in if that got out. Seriously, I'm talkin' nine lashes kinda bad, here. Please."

She paused to mull it over. "Never touch my stuff again and you have yourself a deal."

"Thank you. Now, I need your help-"

"-Sure, anything-"

"I gotta find the reporter who worked the old Superman beat."

Tana cocked her head. "Uh, you tried the White House?"

Felt like his whole head was about to explode. "What?! Since when?"

"How about January, the same time every president's been inaugurated since, like, forever?

"Since FDR, actually."

"You know that but not who the current president of the United States is?" She scoffed.

Great, he was one wrong step from leaking the biggest secret of his life to some nosy reporter, and he sounded like the dumbest know-it-all alive. He hadn't bothered to learn just about anything about the government since stepping out of his vat. Politics were a strict no-go zone for him. "The...news is...for losers. Obviously." Good save. Suspicion avoided completely.

Moon held back a snicker. "The news is for losers, but FDR facts aren't?"

"FDR facts are cool and for everybody!" He pointed at her. "You're gettin' me off track. Look. I gotta find information on one of Superman's old rogues, and the Planet's the closest to a first-hand source on all that save for the big guy himself. You're no Lois Lane, but-"

"-Hurtful, but true-"

"-but can you help a guy out?"

"Sure. We've got a digital archive of every paper since World War Two. Follow me!"

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It was a damn good post. Looking forward to Frank's arc.

@webboysurf

Seconded. Always love in-character reactions to events in other parts of the world, and Castle's a grad-A grump about it

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You IKEA lookin bastard

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You want more?

@Sep

spare me pls

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You'd have to be mad. Or maybe...super.

Super duper.

@Cybermaxx

Having a normal one

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Imagine posting daily.

@Sep

You'd have to be mad. Or maybe...super.

Super duper.