Bringing the fight to the future

The Future Soon || batmanbeyond2

"You should of remained disappeared, but you made a big mistake." he aims a batarang at the bottle to shatter it. He voices his gruff angry voice beholding this grudge.

Between all of his fingers was small black balls the size of marbles. He tosses one set in the air over her and rolled the other set on the ground. They started to pour out a thick, smelly black smoke that consumed the area surrounding her.

The Future Soon || batmanbeyond2

"You should of remained disappeared, but you made a big mistake." he aims a batarang at the bottle to shatter it. He voices his gruff angry voice beholding this grudge.

Mugger, lowest form of scum. Tried to mug a pregnant woman, even lower. This batman witnessed this and wanted to make him an example in this apparent 'batmanless' world. He even gave him a metal bat so he could feel like he had a chance in combating him. The mugger swings and misses, he punches him in the stomach and  kicks him over on the ground. "You think you are a big man?" he circles around him. This batman was at one point, full of humor and was a easy going batman, but turned into a near brutal outlaw. ((soo sorry i took soo long!))

In a alternate past, one to seems that has a missing batman. He gladly stepped up and filled his shoes. Even though wearing his batsuit, nobody questioned if he was 'batman' or not. In his world he did 'rounds' where the supervilians was apprehended. Entering Arkham he was feeling uneasy, like something was wrong, a sixith sense. ((awesome starter btw, no way i can get near as good as that lol))

The Future Soon || batmanbeyond2

The Future Soon || batmanbeyond2

Just changing out of his suit, this batman goes to the local liquor store. Acting as a civilian in the shady part of Gotham. He had no fear of anybody getting a jump on him so he goes to where the cheapest scotch is with no cost going into the bad area. Adjusting the glasses on his face he opens the door and enters the store.

Molotov cocktails were hilarious, but those things didn’t make themselves.  The Joker wasn’t in the habit of carrying bottles of vodka on her person, so she wandered around until she found a liquor store.  Gotham’s streets got more convoluted every day.  It was as if they rearranged themselves when she wasn’t looking.  Had no one in this city heard of planning and zoning?  Whatever.  She threw open the door, firing a few warning shots into the air.

Just changing out of his suit, this batman goes to the local liquor store. Acting as a civilian in the shady part of Gotham. He had no fear of anybody getting a jump on him so he goes to where the cheapest scotch is with no cost going into the bad area. Adjusting the glasses on his face he opens the door and enters the store.

Aspen walked into Wayne Enterprises one afternoon, a...

Going Beyond: batman of vengeance

Going Beyond: daughter-of-vengeance: Going Beyond: batman of…

"Yeah Ill defintley be around quite a bit." He says starting to walk away with confidence. Chris had no reason to leave due to being an additional batman to gotham, this past gotham. He then walks fast out of the building and into a path between bulidings in which he could change into batman. He jets off to the scene of the crime where the police radio app he installed directed him.

Intro Beyond

He was still fast asleep as he is unaware of the entire situation that his going on. His head rested against the wall and his arms crossed, he was too comfortable and too deep in a sleep to awaken from something small. This batman would wake up and have a rude awakening and keep on this endless chase of batman vs. joker.

The Joker was bleeding, both from the wrists and the arm where she’d pulled out the IV.  She had nothing but a hospital gown because grabbing clothes or even shoes hadn’t seemed as important as getting out of the hospital right away.  Her throat was still a little sore, but far more importantly, something had changed about Gotham.  Had it always looked like this?  It must have…but she didn’t remember it this way.

Batman was in a deep sleep and did not even budge. The hospital staff was in the middle of trading shifts so no one was available to see or stop the joker. This was a horrible coincidence for him, making his manhunt start all over again. 

Aspen walked into Wayne Enterprises one afternoon, a message to her father from Comissioner Gordon written on her hand (she had a hard time remembering...

Going Beyond: batman of vengeance

"Well actually I just got a call and It kind of put a damper on all my plans, I may have to set up a time to talk to him in the future." If anything he knew that protecting gotham came first, any batman of any time period.

Itch

“Hey there.” he opens the door and walks in and tries to not be ankward or seem to be too tired. “I was just walking by and I thought Id say hi or something.” he smilies as he tries to fight back a yawn.

“Hey,” Ivy looked over at him with a smile as she removed her gloves. She waved a bit. “Well hi or something.” She couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked but she wasn’t about to just pry. She had only just met him. 

"So how is business today?" he just wanted to generate some small talk with her. He still kept his smile.

Intro Beyond

Totally scummed to the tiredness, batman had his head rested against the wall and was asleep in the chair. Rookie mistake for this batman, he was deep in a slumber and exhausted of what transpired the past few days

Her wrists were still bandaged from the scratches she’d made in the jail cell.  Rubbing them against the cuffs for a long enough period ought to knock off the bandaging on her arms, which meant the cuffs wouldn’t be so tight.  And the friction would reopen the wounds, which meant blood as a lubricant.  Sorry, Bats, no way am I going back to Arkham.  With any luck, he’d stay out until she could escape.

He was still fast asleep as he is unaware of the entire situation that his going on. His head rested against the wall and his arms crossed, he was too comfortable and too deep in a sleep to awaken from something small. This batman would wake up and have a rude awakening and keep on this endless chase of batman vs. joker.

“Of course, we can’t be joy riding now.” he chuckles at his bad joke. He then planned out a route in his head. “Go this way.” he points in a direction no where near  a hospital or anyplace that could get him in a wreck of trouble. It was heading towards the manor. “Thanks by the way.” he says looking at her still holding he side of his face

Marina let out a light chuckle, her eyes fixed upon the fast cars passing by. The streets would be silent, except for the few wave of four, five cars randomly passing by. “Don’t worry. You seemed like someone who was in need of help.” she commented, and turned her head towards him for a moment, before finally driving the car onto the road. “Does it hurt?” she continued referring to him covering his face.

"Yeah, somewhere between a little and alot, no big deal." he says jokingly to lighten the mood as much as possible. He keeps directing her towards the manor as he is in a sense enjoying the fact he is sitting down and not running around like the crime fighting madman that he is.

Guardians of Gotham

“So wait, did you just?” He was a little confused when she spoke telepathically and when she said she does not age. He rubs his chin and face with his eyebrows raising still a bit puzzled about what just happened.

She slowly nodded. “I did.” She told him with her telepathy. “And What I told you is true. I am over two thousand years old.” She simply stated and tapped her nose.  

“good for you, now i need a drink.” he smilies a tad but now requiring a drink to take this all in.

Donna snorted a bit. “Sometime I think my… way of aging as a curse.” She said, looking down. “And I will join you. I need one myself.”

"Lets go here." he nods his head to a bar that he likes, not only he likes but he knows its not bugged or anything out of the ordinary. Most of all he really enjoyed the fact he can have a private conversation with someone there, a conversation like this, a conversation nobody can overhear. He politely leads her to his bar of choice, holding his kind attitude but always aware, always observing.