hunters_moon:

Robert Queen steps out of his cab in Gotham, right in front of Jane's building, hoping to God that Angela's information was correct. If it was...then Robert could fix the wrongs he'd left behind by leaving Jane alone in the first place. The guilt for that ate away at him, because he should have been there for her. He /knew/ she could defend herself, but against a monster like Ra's al Ghul? 

He'd left her alone and she'd died. Never again.

He climbs the stairs to her building and lets himself into the apartment, hoping to catch her sleeping so that he could be the first person she saw when she woke up. He liked doing that for her. Maybe he'd even cook something for her.

He sets his bag down and gets to work cleaning up a bit.

dc_baddie:

Ra's al Ghul's relationship with Gotham City is formed of love and hate. He hates this cesspool of corruption and decay and wishes to see it wiped from the Earth. He's tried several times, but each time, he is always thwarted by the man who embodies the things he loves about Gotham.

The Detective.
 

( Read more... )

redarrowmia:

After much making out in the middle of the battlefield, followed by a night of intense passion back at their apartment (God, she'd missed being alive, not to mention Zach), Mia woke up early the following moment after her return from the grave and made her way to Star City General Hospital. Alive again or not, she was probably still HIV positive and would need to get back on her strict regimen of medication.

There was a lot of explaining to the doctors why someone who had been legally dead for the past few months was suddenly alive and kicking like nothing had happened. Mia filed out some forms for insurance, and then went through a series of various tests to see if everything was in order.

A couple of hours after her tests, the doctor came back into the room, a truly astounded look on his face as he stared at Mia's charts.

"Ms. Dearden, there were some...unusual results in your tests. We'd like to keep you under observation for a few days."

Mia nodded, wondering what could have possibly happened. Had something happened when she came back to trigger her HIV into full-blown AIDS? She didn't want to think about it.
( A few days later )

jdoesmith:

Jane was just going to put up her guns. She went so much as to lock the ones she normally kept on her up. She didn't trust herself right now. Not with the amount of booze she had right after she had 'come back'. She had enough beer to sink a ship.

She hadn't covered her tracks at all when she used her cards to come back from Star City either. She had left messages with Mia and her boyfriend to let them know she was alive again. But after she had gotten back to Gotham she had gone on autopilot. Her brain just felt pretty numb after everything.

Especially all that beer. She wondered if it counted as borderline alcoholism if one drank to get over coming back from the dead and trying to cope with what she said while she was dead. She didn't quite believe that it wasn't her on some level that said those things. Of course it wasn't as if she could just go contact a shrink.

She was fairly certain that nothing could just 'fix' what went wrong with what had happened. Which was why she was going to go over messages while still hung over; the best cure for whatever this feeling was had to be violence or something that involved tracking someone or something down. Anything to keep her mind occupied.

Sadly though her answering service hadn't picked up anything new. And her usual work e-mail was somewhat clogged with the usual spam e-mails. Her mouth did twitch in amusement though. Seriously, she was a woman why would she need male enhancement hormones? Ah internet never stop making Jane smile when she is hung over.

She logged off and rubbed her forehead. Yeah she was going to be no good for pretty much anything. Time to go back to bed and then come up with a plan of action latter.

dc_misc:

The city of Star City looked deserted. The citizens had either fled or had been turned into black lanterns. At the heart of the city was the entity known as Nekron. Nekron used the city as his base as his black lanterns ravaged the Earth.

The black lanterns increased their numbers each day and the power levels of the black lantern battery increased with each person that died.

Soon Nekron would have enough power to obliterate all life on this planet.

hunters_moon:

Merlyn falls from two stories up, slamming through the glass skylight and landing in the pool of the youth center below and has the presence of mind to thank whatever deity rules over this part of the world that it wasn't concrete he slammed into. Granted, with the number of crazy people chasing him right now, he didn't have a lot to be thankful for, but being alive was one blessing he would count over and over again.

He climbs out of the water as quickly as he can, ignoring the sting of his cuts and bruises. One week ago, he'd left Coast City, going on the run after confessing to anyone who would listen that he, and not Green Arrow, murdered the psychopath known as the Artist. Robert didn't care if they wanted him to pay for killing a murderer; laws and courts didn't really appeal or apply to him. The only justice he needed came at the end of an arrow.

Unfortunately, he'd run into another psychopath, two days later, that believed in the same things he did. Only, this psychopath wanted /him/ dead at the end of her sword.

It was rather ironic that his adopted brother's sister was the woman trying to kill him, because Robert killed her father. But even more irksome is that, after nine months of alternately fighting and escaping this particular woman....Robert Queen /still/ does not know her name He suggested to her that she was playing hard to get. 

She tried to throw her dagger through his heart.

Funny. That line worked on Jane, once...

jdoesmith:

Jane had been in a bar that night. Getting information for one of her cases. She had noted that she had been drinking harder stuff lately. Knowing her friend was gone had done a lot to Jane. She had been more willing to dance on the edge, more willing to take risks. It was hard trying to not be stupid.

But she was happy she got that information. She was going to shut down a gun runner who had been pressuring a mechanic to let him run his stuff out of her shop. She had all the intelligence she needed to make her move.

She stopped when she was outside near her car and shook her head.

"Sure does feel dark outside. Darker than normal for Gotham. What gives?"

jdoesmith:

Work had been boring lately. Too many unhappy spouses or just very paranoid people for her tastes. It was going to drive her nuts if she didn't get a change of pace. Which was why when a new client came to her wanting help but not being sure who to go to she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She liked knowing that people trusted her and found herself agreeing to help out.

She found herself waving the fee too. It seemed that there was a local problem. Some members o the Jokerz had been destroying store fronts in a part of Gotham that brushed up against Crime Alley. That wasn't good because the cops were always a bit slower to respond.

She decided she was going to do something about it. She dressed warmly and cloaked herself in darker clothing as she prowled the area trying to blend in as she waited. It was chilly out tonight and found herself wishing she had a thermos of coffee or something.

Hell if she had brought her car closer she could have stored her cross bow in it instead of having the collapsible one in her coat. She didn't like the weight of it really. Oh well looked like she'd just have to make do.

dc_misc:

Reporters lined up outside of the Gotham City Police Station, filming the transport of the Artist's body from the police station into a van.  The police officers were all grumbling about being caught off guard by the assault on their station.  The, finally, the Chief of Police stood up on his podium and made his broadcast announcement.

"Robert Franklin 'Frank' Wells, otherwise known as The Artist, was murdered last night in his cell.  He was recently brought in for a string of murders of multiple women, including the local crime fighter, Red Arrow.  We have identified the culprit of this murder.  He has strong ties to the Red Arrow and has been recently seen in Gotham.  The man who murdered Robert Wells is none other than the Green Arrow." 

The Chief of Police took that moment to hold up the large bag containing a bloodied green arrow, taken from the Artist's forehead.

"The Green Arrow is now a wanted criminal.  All who see him are advised to call the police so he can be brought in for his crime."

The cameras were turned away from the Chief of Police then, and each reporter put their own shocked responses and questions to the tail ends of their reports.  The news filled the television screens all across the United States.  Word was out on the Green Arrow.

dc_holiday:

The beginning of a New Year, a time for new hopes, new experiences to come. A time to reflect on times past, remembering fond memories happily and trying to put less pleasant thoughts and experiences in the past.

It is a time of renewal, a time of rebirth. And for much of the world, it is a time of celebration. This is no less true for the super hero set as anyone else. If anything, they just have that much bigger of things to look forward to.

dc_holiday:

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greengenes:

Mickey had roped off the living room in the JSA Brownstone for the afternoon. She had spent the entire morning getting the food ready and setting up. She had sent out invites to the JLA, Titans (both East and West Coast), Shadowpact, Outsiders, Birds of Prey, and of course, the JSA girls. She had also invited Cindy in case she wanted to come, and Angie, as she was basically a JSA brat herself. Mikey had built her a projection bot, and security bot that would alert her if any of the boys thought to try and see what the girls were up to.

Mickey finished setting up the projector. She had pictures of all the guys from the various teams that she had managed to get to her hands on. She made sure that there would be enough food and drinks for everyone, and waited for people to start arriving.

batdaughter:

The plan was simple--Marissa would go to a public event just crowded enough that the Artist would probably feel safe showing up and where security would appear to be busier than norm.  She'd get "captured" by the Artist, but with the aid of the Birds of Prey, the Artist would be the one who found himself captured.  Marissa had on her person a tracker so that the Birds could keep track and she was armed with only shuriken as they were small enough to hide.  Everything else would be her own training.

She showed up exactly as planned, making the expected Marissa Wayne appearance which involved the press, a lot of smiling, and mingling with other famous children of the wealthy, most of whom Marissa privately thought were stupid.  She made the requisite rounds before moving off to powder her nose.  She hoped the Artist followed.

jdoesmith:

Jane didn't like worrying people. She especially did not like to worry those who she had let herself get close to. Of course this meant trying to avoid talking about the fact she never slept undisturbed for the most part. It meant not thinking about how much she wanted to know things that were pretty much impossible to find out.

Eventually Jane moves from where she had exiled herself to. The training room she had set up for herself always faintly smelt like sweat. There was also a faint smell that caught Jane's attention then she sighed.

"Shoulda wrapped my hands," she grumbles twisting her writs to work out the cramps. She had pounded the hell out of the punching bag and had apparently hurt one knuckle while being so aggravated from the nightmares that had struck her. The blond grumbled to herself then moved to go wash her hands off in one of the bathrooms. The light burned her eyes as she flicked it on and she winced as she got a look at herself.

"I look like shit," she mumbled not wanting to wake her lover who should still be asleep. Not like her. She should really try and get some rest. If she got some rest she would look and feel much better.

dc_misc:

The young brunette girl sits bound to the chair, crying softly as she looks down the body of a petite blond girl, no younger than twenty-five. The blond woman wears a cowl or a hood, laying unmoving on the cold concrete. Her body is positioned in solemn rest as she lies on the floor, as though she were only sleeping rather than dead.

( Read more... )

hunters_moon:

(Back-dated to June 1st)

Time flows away from him too quickly then speeds away from him as he pulls himself out of the murky waters of Keystone City, clutching the wound in his gut. He can feel it burning already and wonders how long it will be before the fever and hallucinations start. Cheshire used a poison like this on him once, during his training. He'd been sick for three days, all the while trying to keep hired killers off his back.

Compared to that, this should be a walk in the park. Stumbling away from the scene of his fight with Merlyn's daughter, Robert Queen fights to put one foot in front of the other. Coming upon a passerby as he stumbles down the streets of Keystone, he manages to steal said person's cellular phone as he doesn't have one.

It takes him a couple of tries to dial the number in question and he leaves a voice-mail when he realizes she's not available.

"It's Robert. I need you. I'll....be there in two days..." he groans, before hanging up.


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Two days later, there is a knock on Jane's door. If she answers, Robert Queen, aka Jake King, promptly falls through her front door, pale, feverish and in very bad shape.

jdoesmith:

Jane had been busy and absent for a long time. That was going to change. She had two large cardiac-arrest inducing pizza and a twelve pack of a good dark beer that should be pleasantly distracting for her friend. She was going to need advice and help coming up with a game plan.

Things were changing. She knew it. Honestly it left Jane shaking in her boots. She wasn't ready to admit just how much change was really leaving her unnerved.

Still. She wanted to see her friend anyways. Play catch up. Maybe get a little buzzed from some beer and feel gut bustingly full from the pizza. She rings the door bell to Mia's place and waits.

hunters_moon:

The Queen Industries building in midtown Gotham explodes as he looks on, and Robert Queen calls this a job well done. He planned the attack for after-hours, when the least amount of people were there. He'd counted two guards and someone working late in an office, all of which were disabled and removed from the building before its destruction.

Innocents didn't deserve to die for Oliver Queen's sins, though the resulting joblessness would be an issue until the place was rebuilt.

He went home, showered, and used his new cell phone to call his only friend in Gotham (in fact, his only friend ever thus far) and tell her that he was leaving. His plane left early in the morning, and it was on to St. Roch to continue the pattern. His mission is clear, to him, but Gotham was good to him for what it was worth.

He picks up the phone and calls Jane, hoping she's up working on a case. If nothing else, the explosion probably woke everyone in town.

"Hey Jane....it's me." he says.

jdoesmith:

Jane was making sure the body armor she was going to wear wouldn't be too noticeable. Then she rolled her eyes wondering why she was being so paranoid. Jake wasn't going to hurt her. But it was still smart to worry about the other guys.

So she made sure that she was in black from head to toe more or less. Nothing reflective. Soft soled shoes so nothing would clatter and an extra gun strapped to the small of her back. She didn't think he would stop her from using it. She didn't intend on killing anyone tonight but it was probably going to happen.

She wasn't going to lie to herself about this. Tonight was going to be dangerous. Hopefully nothing added to it. With that in mind she set out for the building. She took care with everything she did. No one should know about her getting there aside from her partner for the night. So all she had to do was wait for him to show up and she would be ready to move in.

jdoesmith:

It was still hard to process what had happened. The world was saved! Only no one seemed aware of it. She had been trying so hard to claim she was not a hero. But she had noted absently while gathering things together to go track down some jewels that had gotten stolen that her life was starting to look more and more like a hero's life.

She didn't like that too much. It left her angry because it didn't sit well with how she ran things. She used guns and wasn't about to give them up. She thought for sure that set her apart from the hero crowd. But she was beginning to see that she wasn't exactly the type to avoid doing the right thing. That's why she got along with the Arrows she had met.

Gotham was different though. Searching the whole city for some missing diamonds that had been rumored to be around here filled her days. A whole week of working in the city and she found out something she hadn't known.

Her old man had a building here. So that night had her on the roof as she ate from a pizza box and read things both on her case and the building that was hers to do what she wanted with.

Only there was trouble brewing and she didn't know it until she heard the cock of a gun and was diving for cover intuitively.

"Damn my luck," Jane mutters all the while wishing she knew where her 'partner' was right now. There were people after her now. Just her luck, huh? So she draws her side arm and waits for a breath then takes a shot Damn she missed but with how quite Gotham was tonight someone might have heard that.

dc_eldritch:

Out of the temple doors in the bay comes an ancient evil creature. It is Cthulu himself. He roars loudly then snatches up several cultists and eats them. The frightened screams of the others fill the air. His gaze turns to the shore and then he begins to walk.

His march towards the shore begins and he doesn't notice anything else just yet.

dc_eldritch:

It happened one day. Bombs went off across the city and suddenly people got rounded up like cattle. One look at a Cthulu spawn and they were either screaming in utter insanity or on their knees in reverence. A couple of times men and women suddenly jumped each other coupling roughly on the roof of a car.

But they stopped and started to pick up all kinds of weapons. Most of them were improvised weapons.

The numerous Cthulu spawn who had been called up from the deep joined them. This city would be theirs by nightfall. They needed to finish it tonight.

Cthulu called to them.

dc_misc:

AS different groups gathered together to put a stop to what was going to happen others assembled to make sure it happened. It was not an easy thing to break into the Warden's office. But it was easy to have him suddenly slip into madness and find that he didn't mind the idea of letting everyone have fun. Shouldn't everyone feel this free?

He giggled. Then started releasing the most dangerous in mates of Arkham. They struck attacking and fighting. One guard got his stun gun taken from him and they started to beat him to death.

Other guards tried to step in. Others tried to call for the cops. But then the lines went dead. They couldn't carry their cell phones on them while on the floor so there was very little they could do as suddenly the whole place erupted into a tapestry of violence.

dc_misc:

The actors for tonight's play were gathering.

Oh they weren't quite into position just yet. New actors had to be auditioned for new parts. It would remain to be seen if one of them would take on the mask of a hero or a villain while the stage lights up in the dark painting itself with vivid violent colors. Is the city freeing itself or is it falling into a trap?

Questions will be answered soon.

But for now a car speeds through the dark. The driver is on their way. One of the heroes, shining bright enough for some of the more dangerous element to find. The stage is set for this act.

The sky opens up and it begins to rain. The street lights flicker as the car continues weaving in and out of traffic. The driver is hurrying for a very important reason.

jdoesmith:

Jane wasn't going to explain why she was here right now. She was dancing on the edge of everything on this latest case. It had taken her all over and now she was in a city she didn't want to be in. The young woman hated the way Gotham felt but the clues had led her this way.

So she hit the pavement. She was going to find this kid if it killed her. Of course that was when it went south. She was ducking and weaving around fists and feet. She gets thrown into a wall and her eyes grow wide for a moment and she ducks.

Ah the virtues of being short. She cleans up the group and stands over the leader with a grin.

"You shouldn't have done that. Really. Now will you tell me what you know?"

He was going to tell her exactly what she knew.

dc_holiday:

The beginning of a New Year, a time for new hopes, new experiences to come. A time to reflect on times past, remembering fond memories happily and trying to put less pleasant thoughts and experiences in the past.

It is a time of renewal, a time of rebirth. And for much of the world, it is a time of celebration. This is no less true for the super hero set as anyone else. If anything, they just have that much bigger of things to look forward to.

dc_eldritch:

No one in the world on this night escapes it. They find themselves wanting to just curl up for a few minutes for some sleep. Weather it is just a nap or actually going to bed they find themselves sleeping. They do not get to sleep well. Screams of hosts long since dead haunt them and many of the dreamers find themselves herded up like cattle by strangers in heavy robes carrying pitch forks and guns.

"Where are we going," a man asks.

One of the robed men speaks. "To see our lord. You do not know the way. We shall guide you."

A child cries that she wants her mommy as they are separated. A man is shot for trying to run away and the smell of something burning fills the air.

The world is on fire and no one can escape it. They must go with the strangers to see their lord.

The dreamers are brought to a boat that goes across a sea of blood and gore. They find themselves marched across an island and they enter a tall nd terrible temple. When they try to really look at it a few go mad and start to gibber nonsense as their hair turns white and their skin wrinkles and shrivels up. They are suddenly very old.

The chanting is heard as the dreamers enter the temple.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn," the terrible chant is burned into the minds of people who are truly insane. People who are blessed or cursed with knowledge of the magical world find themselves puking both in the dreaming and the real world. For reasons they can not explain in the dreaming world they know that this place is terrible.

And then they are brought into the main chamber of the temple. A scream goes out as a great clawed hand comes down and begins to grab people by the dozens and brings them into the mouth of a terrible creature. The people who are eaten are lucky if anyone who can be called that. They wake up.

The are not so lucky. They think they are awake. They think are safe. But there are things lurking in the darkness of their dream world, waiting.

jdoesmith:

She knew better. She should have known better. Now all the pieces were in her hands and she would rather throw them to the wind. She knew that knowing things could be useful and all she wanted to know is if she could trust Red Arrow the next time they worked together.

She hadn't meant to discover who everyone in the Arrow Family was. It made her feel ill knowing so much about them without knowing anything about herself. So she was angry at how noisy she had been and the fact if Mia, no Red Arrow, knew she might not get to have a friend.

It bothered her that it upset her so she went drinking. It was dumb and she could feel how easy it would be to start a fight. That was when a guy started trying to put the moves on her. His buddies had circled in and she knew that they were trouble.

So she got up off the bar stool and smiled sweetly before punching him across the jaw and whirling with so much danger to her movements to hit the other guys. She went fast and hard and they tried to hit her back. In five minutes they were all booted on their asses, Jane going more willingly because she wasn't going to hit people who didn't deserve it.

But she could feel them following her as she weaved to her car. So the fight started again when Jane got hit from behind and snarled, leaping at one of them with fire and anger to kick him in the teeth. Yeah this is going to be lovely. Someone should break this up before she does some real damage.

dc_misc:

Across the country several an older man climbs out of a taxi. He checks a list and gets ready to go deliver a package. It was on this exact date the packages were to be delivered into the hands of each person. In one location though two men climb out of a car.

They look eerily similar with oddly blubus eyes but one is very short and portly. In each place almost at the same time they knock on a door.

They're here to deliver a package.

jdoesmith:

High speed chases and shoot outs sometimes were part of the job. So were dodging knives and flesh hitting flesh in a fight for her life. She had gotten so used to how rough things could get that she forgot what it was like to have an easy day on the job.

Today was not that day. Middle aged man married with kids disappeared from work one day. No lovers. No deep dark secrets. He was just gone like the wind. Except there was an unusual lack of evidence.

( It drags on )

jdoesmith:

Sweet old ladies didn't deserve to worry about their bank accounts because of scams. She thought she had the people tracked down and had noted that there were several other people in Mrs Olson's age bracket on the block that were facing similar problems. It was actually a very nice looking area if a little run down for Star City but still a decent area with an older crowd of people living here. She didn't notice too many people in their early years. It was a good thing to take stock of at least.

Well this turned from a way for the PI to pay the rent into something she felt she had to take care of to the best of her ability. So she put on a fresh jacket and combed her hair back neatly back and started talking to people. Older people often had trouble seeing things clearly so getting a good base of description helped. It put a smile on her face that one nosy old man had more than that.

Her eyes raked the flier for the so-called fund raiser. Gee, where had she seen this before? The cynic in her pounded at this pretty harshly. Time to go have a chat with Mrs O. She wanted to be sure the woman had put a halt on her account like she had suggested earlier yesterday.

So she approached the woman's home since she would be passing by anyways and noted oddly that the front door was cracked open. Frowning Jane pulled out a handkerchief and pushed the door open.

Her eyes went wide and she pulled out her cell phone right away. Shit. Maybe this wasn't a simple scam. She swore and stayed right outside as she called the cops. Being wrong about something was the worse part of being a PI. Looking in at the old woman as she talked to a dispatcher Jane decided that if anything she'd finish this investigation because little old ladies do not get killed and forgotten about.

So she clenches her jaw and waits.