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Jul. 26th, 2006


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i_crusade Several stories high [Tag: Dick / Open to the Batfamily (currently in Wayne Manor)]

After running into Tim and sending him on his way to Barbara, downstairs, Bruce headed upstairs himself. The knock on Dick's door went unanswered. But there was a rustling...Bruce knocked again, and then opened the door slowly. Carefully. The bedroom was empty. But the window was opened. Papers from the table in the corner had caught in the influx of wind, and were blowing across the room sporadically. That was what he had heard.

The door closed behind him as he walked through Dick's room and stopped at the open window. He listened a few seconds, heard nothing troubling, and then leaned carefully out the window. Checked swiftly for trouble. And found the tip of Dick's boot jutting from the rooftop ledge overhead. This is what came of letting him have a bedroom on the highest floor of the manor, he though to himself. Shedding his suit coat, he ducked out of the window, then followed the boy's path up to the roof. When he pulled himself up onto the roof and sat down nearby, Bruce took the time to stare out over the City.

It was not his home. There were parts of it that looked familiar -- Arkham, for example -- but this place was not Gotham. The thought occurred to him that it might be useless, what he was doing (what they all were doing). What was the point of fighting crime in a place where, by all reckonning, the city itself created the criminals? He scowled, and turned to Dick.

"Plans tonight?"

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Jul. 10th, 2006


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i_amsofired The Place to Be [Open]

With a new Robin in town, things had been fairly slow. Terry was delighted to find himself with a free evening, and decided to spend it socializing - something he'd been putting off doing for a long time. He hoped he could remember how to do it. He had messaged everyone he knew from the Institute to join him, but had only received a few replies. Oh, well. Guess this was a chance to meet some new folks.

He wandered around downtown, poking his head into this club and that, seeing who would accept his ID card (swiped from Dick while he was on patrol). Eventually he found a club that suited his tastes - lively, but not too crowded or rowdy, and a full bar, should he care to try his luck with the ID. For now, though, he'd mingle.

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Jun. 7th, 2006


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i_prosecute all work and no play ... [open to the prosecution side]

Harvey Dent began to wonder if perhaps he was going overboard in preparation for this case. He knew Murdock was a great defense lawyer - he'd sat in on portions of the attorney's cases since being instated as DA - but was it really necessary to go to such lengths? He had contacted no less than four doctors, collected mountains of physical and photographic evidence, expected to call on the testimony of everyone from the arresting officer to the asylum janitor, and he had constructed opening and closing statements that would make Inherit the Wind look like schoolyard namecalling.

To be fair, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a really juicy case like this. He was so excited he hadn't slept in a couple of days, and had only showered once in the interim. Maybe he was making up for losing that CX debate in the final round at the High School National Championships. That smug little jackass ... he could just rip that kid's eyes out ... cut off his nose ... bite his fingers off one at a ...

Focus, Harv.

He walked briskly down the hall to the meeting room at City Hall to prepare for his guests. One last big meeting with his team before the trial.

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May. 6th, 2006


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i_crusade Fall Out [Open to Dick, Helena, Max, and Terry]

After the mostly-lighthearted banter and casual conversation at dinner, and once Alfred and Babs had distracted Jake and Oy by showing them the 'back yard', Bruce quietly explained the situation to Terry and Max, Dick and Helena.

"I cannot remember you."

The looks were incredulous. He held up a hand to forestall the anger and disbelief he saw there in those pairs of eyes across from him. "I know you. Some of you. Barbara Gordon - though not as she is now. Dick, of course, though..." He shook his head once at Dick. Something was different. Like static discharging between them in wide, vicious arches. Like the promise of blood on the boxing ring floor. "--Though there are some who I have no recollection of. Max, we met before I understand, but I do not recall it. Terry, you live in this place, but I cannot remember when I took you into my confidence. In fact, I remember nothing about what has happened since I arrived in the City, though I understand intimately what the City is -- at least, as well as anyone can -- and feel as if I have been here for some time."

This part was much harder. He did not admit easily to this sort of thing. But if he did not know, if he did not ask them, then danger increased for all of them. What villains lay in wait outside the Wayne Manor, ready to use the information that he did not have? No. He had to ask.

"I need your help. Tell me what I should know."

OOC: Backdated to the dinner

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Apr. 30th, 2006


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i_playthecello [Patrol - Tag Terry]

The good was that she'd found 'The Lair' (really a defunct Bishop Publishing warehouse) and that it had her costume and her weapons in it. The bad was that it was empty of everything else, wherever she was, she was here alone. The very bad, well that was what the last few days where filed under.

That had just been … weird. In fact, the less thought she gave to the last few days, the better. Whatever had possessed the city (whatever had possessed her) was done. Things where back to normal. Or whatever passed for normal around here.

So Kate was out, doing what passed for normal for her. Which was currently poking around in her third abandoned warehouse of the evening, there had be some wrong doer's somewhere. Hopefully un-powered wrong doer's as she was without any type of back up … having Stature here would be nice. Or Wiccan. Or even Patriot.

A noise made her spin around, drawing an arrow as she did so, and than sigh as she realized it was just a rat. "Go on, scurry off, shoo."

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Apr. 18th, 2006


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i_flyonacard Let that girl rock & roll [ Narrative -- Open if bored]

"This is a lot harder to do with you breathing down my neck," Melanie's voice was a little shaky as she addressed her looming father. It wasn't true, though. Running sequences of codes through various devices to disarm alarms or what not, took hardly any effort on her part. She just didn't want to do this. They'd hit three places already, and the cops were hot on their trail.

She should have known that when her mother said they were having a family reuinion, it wouldn't be the typical grandma kisses and sharing of memories. Mel could feel his eyes narrowing disapprovingly on her as she fumbled with her tools. From the corner of her own, she could see her mothers hand settle on the King's shoulder, a silent warning to back off, and she went back to working. Hearing the system shut down, Melanie closed her eyes and sighed heavily as her family whizzed passed on their respective cards to loot the place of it's finer accessories.

This wasn’t the first time she’d thought about booting the system back up and just leaving them to be caught, but she’d feel too guilty. She followed them in soon after, just keeping watch. The gig was tired. She just wanted them to hurry up so she could go home and study for tomorrow’s history exam.

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Apr. 13th, 2006


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i_crusade Dinner [Open to Barbara, Jake, Max, Terry, Dick, Helena, and 1 guest each]

They walked the grounds at sunset.

Every so often, Bruce glanced to the side. Alfred always looked ahead, chin high, face impassive. The invitations had already been sent: You and a guest are cordially invited to Wayne Manor for a family dinner at 8 o'clock on Friday the 14th of April, 2006. Casual attire only. RSVP.

"You should have told me when you knew."

They'd already been over this. The fact that Bruce pressed the point again - a wholly unnecessary act - only demonstrated his irritation. There was nothing to be gained for it.

"My apologies, Master Bruce."

It was problemmatic for one such as Bruce to find himself in a place where he did not know every detail that went on under his roof. He was used to knowing everything; he depended on it. Apparently, however, Alfred had known about the additional guests living in Wayne Manor, and had chosen to keep it a secret. In further conversation, Bruce discovered that they'd been living there even longer than Bruce himself was aware. And they believed that Bruce had been there much longer than when he woke up in his bedroom, some weeks before.

He was also angry with himself, for not realizing that there had been other people in the house. He had certainly had enough time to figure it out on his own. The amount of time that it took him was unacceptable. Never mind that his guests had tried laying low; it was his home. He should have been aware. Bad things happened when he wasn't aware of everything around him. People got hurt. People died.

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Apr. 2nd, 2006


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i_assist The Partiers and the Crashers [Max, Terry, Jack, and anyone else who'd like to show]

Max was putting effort into being around more now, she really was. A little less time in the computer lab at school, a few less nights at Jesse's, and just less of an attempt to avoid the manor in the first place. It really wasn't that bad, it hadn't been since she'd been hurt (ironically) she just hadn't been around much.

But she was here this evening! And that was what counted. It was all about the effort. She'd placed herself in the library, sitting crosslegged on the floor with all of her books spread out around her, doing the weekend's homework. Max was stalling just a bit, for in reality the work wouldn't have taken her this long (she'd been there an hour already) but there was nothing else to do really, and plus this was the optimal place to be if she wanted to see anybody. With the grandfather clock right in front of her, she'd see anyone going down to or coming up from the cave. The manor had been so quiet lately, it was no surprise that she was searching people out.

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Mar. 24th, 2006


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i_assist Reuniting [Terry]

The plan was to stop back at the manor, change, and then get Ace to go out for a walk. Max figured it would be an easy one to adhere to, seeing as whenever she'd been in the manor lately, she'd mostly been alone. It was hard even finding Alfred, much less Bruce and Tim. She'd seen Dick a few times, but they'd yet to actually speak. The manor was pretty big, and Max guess everyone was just keeping to their own space. Either that or they were all just hanging out in the cave. From which she was restricted.

She stopped in the kitchen first and grabbed a handful of chips along with Ace's leash which hung by the pantry door. Then it was into the hallway and to the stairs, where she was surprised to see an actual real live person. Even if it was just their back. Black hair, a good height, it was probably Tim.

Max grinned. She hadn't seen him in awhile. "Hey!"

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Mar. 13th, 2006


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i_crusade Rising [Open to anyone in the Wayne manor, Batcave, or anyone heading that way or a

Bruce Wayne jerked awake. There was something in his mind, something foggy, but he couldn't place it. Rubbing his temples, he swung his legs over the side of his bed. Alfred was sleeping in the chair across from him. It seemed as if the man had literally fallen over into the cushioned furniture.

On silent feet, Bruce swung into a robe and then stepped to Alfred's side. His hand on the elderly butler's shoulder woke him well enough, but Bruce did not stay for apologies or explanations. The man owed him little, after all this time.

He knew he was not in Gotham. This place had captured him, locked him inside its great metropolis, and refused to let him go. He knew that he was needed. And he had the vaguest knowledge that some of the dark ones he hunted had somehow made it here as well.

But the rest... The rest was blank.

In its place, the sensation that he had to make something right pushed him toward his wardrobe. He dressed quickly. There was something he had to do. Something to fix.

But what?

Feeling confused (and hating the sensation), he headed Downstairs.

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Mar. 8th, 2006


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i_amsofired Meanwhile, back at the batcave...

Once more this evening Terry slammed the controls of the Batmobile. He had attempted to enter the Batcave by way of the cliff face that the jet used to use, but the door wasn't responding to the code he was sending. The flying vehicle stopped just short of the metal doors camouflaged in paint.
"Slag it!" Terry grunted. "Um, guys? Could you let me in?" he asked over the comlink to the cave. "It's Terry. Didn't Commish-... Bar-... uh, Oracle tell you I was coming?"

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Mar. 1st, 2006


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i_amsofired [No title]

What would Dana be doing right now? Sleeping? Watching the late-night talk shows? Taking a shower?
Hmmm.
Terry slammed the controls of the Batmobile to dodge a skyscraper, leaving barely inches to spare between him and the building. That was odd. He'd daydreamed before, but never so much that he almost crashed. Come to think of it, what *was* that building doing there?
There's another one that didn't belong. The Daily Planet? Wasn't that in Metropolis? And, like, demolished twenty years ago? Terry hastily landed the flying vehicle on a roof and stepped out. If this was the work of Spellbinder or some psychic or something, he didn't want to be flying 180 miles per hour at 40 stories up through a Gotham city he couldn't see properly.
"Hey, something weird's going on," he said into his comlink. "I'm seeing things. Buildings from other cities, other eras ... any ideas?"
He looked around for a moment to get a feel for this city. There was the old Wayne Tower, there was Luthorcorp - he recognized those - but what the heck was Wolfram and Hart? Stark Industries?
"Hey, old man, where are you?" He was starting to get seriously worried. He tried a different channel.
"Max, are you there? Pick up!"

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