Rooms

[Locked to Bruce W]

Detective.

[It would be easy to give up. Easy to say he'd tried, to withdraw like a wounded soldier and let Damian be. Their relationship would be destroyed, unsalvageable, but he could tell himself the boy would be fine. He would be fine.

But that wasn't true, and he'd done this. He'd avoided his son like a coward, weak and afraid and so, so guilty, and it was time to own up to his mistakes. Regardless of what Damian had said he did care, and he wasn't going to let his son go without a fight, not when he'd already lost him already, no, no more cowardice. No more weakness. It was time to be strong.

He knew where Damian's cottage was, knew where to find him. Bruce had set out from the loft almost immediately after he'd stopped replying, but what he wasn't expecting to find on the grounds were... zebras. Vaguely he recalled the boy's determination to save the animals of the Gotham Zoo, but here? Really? Never in his life had he ever moved through a herd of zebras, though he wasn't going to begrudge the boy his purpose.

Before he could lose his nerve, he strode up to the door and knocked. Loudly.] Damian.

[Over the last two weeks, a few of the reported attacks on New York’s civilians and structures have appeared to be linked. It began with the shattered windows of One World Trade Center’s two-story observation deck, and the next reportedly-related occurrence was a violent surge of electricity that spanned almost the entirety of Central Park, sending forty-six mortal bystanders to the hospital with second-degree burns and concussive head injuries resulting in comas. Nearby witnesses who were fortunate enough to escape injury reported sightings of a young man with dark hair fleeing the scene, apparently flying without aid.

The final incident to be unofficially linked to the others occurs outside the Avengers Mansion late on Wednesday, August 20th, where a gas main is presumed to have exploded. Two houses are entirely destroyed, with a large crater appearing in the street - though no casualties are reported in this case. The pattern of destruction is deemed eerily similar to the incident at One World Trade Center, as the buildings and infrastructure are almost immediately repaired by forces unknown, even whilst large chunks of concrete and steel remain to litter the streets below. The only outlying evidence to hint at something other than a gas-related accident comes in the form of burn marks at the base of each structure, as if some form of particularly violent lightning has struck the low-rise buildings.]

[A few hours after this.]

i need help

Who: Ra's and Eddie
What: Eddie goes to investigate something in the Sewers...
Where: Gotham
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: A wee bit of violence. Wee.

( Oh, someone’s been a bad, bad crazed Arkham escapee down here~ )

[Fuzzy timelines. Sometime after this and this.]

[Left on the table next to James' bed is her cell phone, her tablet/journal, and an envelope. Inside the envelope is a handwritten note:

James,

Know that I love you and I am so very proud of you and always shall be, no matter what I may do or say in the near future. There is something I have to do.

I will return.

Love,
Your Mother


]


(ooc: Nat has stripped off all SHIELD tracking things from the motorcycle she was using during the infection and is using it. Stark Tower security will show her leaving dressed in her SHIELD catsuit, heavily armed, and with nothing else. She will be getting burner phones and will hack back into the journal network to watch it, but won't be traceable.)

[Mid morning after James finds this note]

[Avengers +]
Did my Mom get called out to a mission?

[Steve R]
Do you know where Mom went? She just left when I was sleeping and a note that has me worried.

[It begins early in the morning in the richer districts of Gotham. Minor crimes, a fire here and there, a mugging, petty theft, property damage are all reported. Within hours, dozens of calls have been placed and the police are stretched thin as they respond. The reports vary as do the perpetrators: some are businessmen, some are in sweats like they were out for a morning jog, some old, some young. By mid-day the crime spree has spread throughout Gotham and the police struggle to keep up. Additional officers are called in but by the end of day, it doesn't make a difference as many are still responding to calls made earlier in the day.

By nightfall, it becomes clear that some of those officers have not radioed back their location. It looks to be a very long night in Gotham, as the phones have not stopped ringing and the crimes are growing increasingly violent.]

[Steve R]

[after this

Steve, I hate to run in a hurry. We've got some trouble back in Gotham (and no one was surprised). Thank you for your hospitality and I hope, despite our irreverence, we were able to help.

Thanks for the place to stay, I cleaned up - Steph only took five selfies (that I know of). Sorry we weren't able to grab that drink, I still owe you one.

[Bruce W]

I'm on my way back, what's going on?

[Damian W]

I'm on my way back.

[comm to eddie n.]

[After not hearing from her husband well after he planned on being home from wandering Arkham City. She goes to sleep, expecting to have him crawl into bed with her, so maybe she gets a little panicked in the morning when he isn't there. Frantic beeepppp beeep beep!]

ETA:

[locked to batfam+/jl]

[During their conversation. Frantic typing:] something's wrong with eddie i don't know what i don't know where he is but something's wrong and i don't know where he is i need to find him

[Locked to Selina & Harley]

Please tell me there's at least a couple of familiar faces in this nightmare.

Who: Bruce & Selina
What: Homecoming.
Where: Selina's loft.
When: Before Ra's stuff.
Warnings/Rating: Cute.

( She looked up as he came closer, leaning back in the chair and looking up at him. Concern crossed her mossy eyes when he said he'd slept in the boardroom, and she tugged on his tie when he touched her cheek. )

[Locked to Harley Q]
[During this.]

Change of plans, gem. We're showing up at Steph's uninvited. Tell me you know how to get there?

[Written in a huge, furious scrawl.]

SERIOUSLY?????

[After this, fuzzy timelines]

[Bucky was still weak, but it wasn't like he would go out of his way to say as much to Cap. He asked Bucky to help, and that was enough for him. He'd survived worse, and he was on his feet, which was better than most people. At least he didn't have any guilt to go with the illness, this time. He strapped his weapons back on, it was hard to say how much trouble he might run into, and it was part of his training to always be prepared. He was moving slowly, but moving, and his mind was clear enough it wasn't hard to get to the address.

He was smart, so he didn't draw his gun, he had the antitoxins and he was there to help, not hurt.] Hey? [Bucky had no idea who exactly he was there for. He'd run into a few people on the way there and directed them where they needed to go. At least shit was getting done.] Anyone here? I was sent by Captain America.

If I hadn't experienced multiple universes before this'd be overwhelming. Still, the fact all worlds are connected by a hotel is weird.

[Locked to Natasha Romanoff]

Leaving without saying goodbye?


[Locked to Sharon Carter]

Update?


[Locked to Jack Corvus]

Jackie, check in.

[Added: To Charles Xavier]

Hey. You don't know me, but I'm Bucky. Steve's friend. And Jack's friend. Have you heard from Jack?

[Locked to Selina Kyle]

Definitely too much to hope you're still in bed somehow, right?


[Locked to Tony Stark]

Hi?

[Added to Jason Todd and Gwen Stacy]

Gwen, is Jason with you? Or are you reading this Jason?

i came to visit a new city today. it is always full of screams and fires?

Did a memo go around? Crime spree, all of Gotham: invited?

[The nice thing about Thor was that his methods of transportation were fairly rapid once the big guy made up his mind to go. He set Tony down at a neutral location that Tony described far upstate, where there were mostly just woods and weeds to watch the spectacular return of Tony Stark to his home world. Once there, Tony took stock of the situation and then called in a suit. He had a number of suits hidden over most of North America, and there were a few more hidden in a slightly more illegal but no less secure fashion everywhere else.

It took about forty-five minutes for the suit to arrive, set in passive mode so that it simply landed in a subtle wash of sound and waited for direction, rather than attaching itself to Tony in pieces, which would not have been the best idea in his current state. Tony didn't trouble to really assess his physical state other than to determine that walking unassisted was a new accomplishment, and his plans to be an Olympic high jump medalist would need to wait. It was a difficult business getting in the suit, but there was nobody but a few moths and an owl to watch Tony stumble into the exoskeleton and make the necessary adjustments between a few resting pauses.

He let JARVIS set the destination and had him flip the suit calibration so he could lie on his back and take a very strange nap on the way into the City. He woke up and put on the brakes, cruising onto the penthouse landing pad at a very modest speed, and landing with incredible gentleness on his toes. JARVIS locked the knees so he didn't fall, and some internal supports kept his torso upright. It felt like he was being hugged by a couple enthusiastic metal bands, but it worked in the short term.

He had JARVIS looking for Pepper before he had even made it to the glass doors, walking slowly and letting the pneumatics do all the work.]

[Natasha had close to a dozen various safehouses, in and around NYC; Clint had five. This was something Natasha had known for a long time, when he'd revealed them to her one night after a walk through Central Park, and she'd been to all of them in the years since. And now it was time for her to begin to search them, and find her partner.

She started with Staten Island because it was the furthest from Manhattan, and the easiest to cross off the list. He likely knew, by now, that she was looking for him, and he more than likely wasn't in any of them, but she was going to check anyway, or at least start a watch on them. At the moment, she stood across the street from the building that held his Staten Island apartment. It was within sight of the beach, something she knew he'd picked on purpose, and the apartment was technically in a small house, above another apartment. She'd waited an hour before she even drew this close, then wasted no time in breaking in very carefully, not wanting to leave evidence of her own presence, but wanting to find out if he'd been there. It only took her forty five minutes to clean it out, and when she finally left she'd stripped the safehouse bare of anything he might find useful, and stored it one of her own nearby, a boathouse he didn't know about. This would possibly take a while, but Natasha had no doubt she'd track him down.

Eventually.]

I think that the world has gone crazy!

The Daily Planet has me going to Gotham this weekend. It seems like the crime is out of control, as the saying goes.

[Kitane]

Are you in Gotham by chance??? I am coming to Gotham this weekend.

[Fuzzy timelines; after Natasha has done this to all of the safehouses she knows Clint has]

[Natasha R]
There a reason you cleared out all of my safe houses Nat?