Post by Alli on Aug 10, 2010 11:49:04 GMT -5
As you know, more than likely, the plot was actually based off of something that I wanted for as a novel. I'm still going to write it, just gonna wait until November and hopefully this place will have skyrocketed by then.
I don't plan to use any plots from here in the novel, because I have... my own... idea. xD That and it won't really by a novel, more like a collection of short stories that tie in together. =)
Just in case you're wondering what my Batman is like, I have this old intro for the posting.Seeing as I'm lazy and haven't put my Batman profile up yet.
I don't plan to use any plots from here in the novel, because I have... my own... idea. xD That and it won't really by a novel, more like a collection of short stories that tie in together. =)
Just in case you're wondering what my Batman is like, I have this old intro for the posting.
There had never been a night that Gotham slept well; there were many reasons as to why, and the reasons seemed to multiply as the weeks and months passed. There was no arguing that the man that called himself “The Joker” was one of those reasons. He had taken seventeen people hostage earlier that day, the sun was setting now and he hadn’t even announced to the world that he had the hostages. His way of announcing it? He tied a note to one of the hostages, dead already from the happy gas, and threw the body out the window.
Three of the other hostages had also been “accidently” exposed to the happy gas and were now rolling around on the floor, with their mouths gagged and their hands tied behind their backs, laughing themselves to death. He had… thirteen not dying hostages left. One of them happened to be the Police Commissioner’s daughter, and she was the one that had given him the most trouble out of all of them. He was tempted to give her a dose of his happy gas, tempted but he hadn’t. Though when she had been taken hostage she had broken one of his men’s noses, and so far had proved to be more trouble than she was worth.
It was only a matter of time before Batsy came into the picture and cheat around his game. Though without Batsy he would be bored all the time, the cops couldn’t hold him, Arkham was dull, Bats was the only exciting thing in this city. “Boys! If you see a flying rat, shoot… eenie meenie miney…” Joker’s finger danced through the air as he thought about this, and pointed to a mid-twenties man, messy blonde hair and a terrified look in his eyes. “Him.” Joker let out a nerve wrecking laugh, and walked out of the room, giggling with a sick smile on his face.
Now, where was Batman you might ask? He wasn’t oblivious to the news that Joker had hostages in his hands; it had only been all over the news. Joker wasn’t exactly keeping it a secret, throwing a body of a building. There were cops surrounding him, but Joker had already announced that if a cop stepped into the building the hostages were going to die. It was common knowledge that the Commissioner’s daughter was in there with the rest of them, Jim hadn’t made any orders to raid the building.
The helicopters circling the building gave a good view of Joker’s men that were surrounding every entrance to the building. Snipers on the roof, and two guards on every balcony from the fourth story up, they weren’t fighting off the cops. Actually, from the way Joker seemed to be handling it, he didn’t seem to take the cops as any kind of threat at all. He was looking for him.
Of course, it wasn’t only him tonight. Since Dick had become Robin, he had to think about the two of them as a team rather than him by himself. Different risks for the two of them instead of just himself. Dick was thirteen, a kid. Joker was a mad man, he would kill without thinking. Bruce believed that Dick was ready for this, but he wasn’t going to let him follow him into this building without some sort of preparation.
“Robin, the Joker is a madman. He’s not like anyone else we’ve fought together. He will kill without any hesitation, any thought, listen to my orders and do not disobey me. Everything is a joke to him, a game. Keep your guard up at all times and follow me. Understand?”
Three of the other hostages had also been “accidently” exposed to the happy gas and were now rolling around on the floor, with their mouths gagged and their hands tied behind their backs, laughing themselves to death. He had… thirteen not dying hostages left. One of them happened to be the Police Commissioner’s daughter, and she was the one that had given him the most trouble out of all of them. He was tempted to give her a dose of his happy gas, tempted but he hadn’t. Though when she had been taken hostage she had broken one of his men’s noses, and so far had proved to be more trouble than she was worth.
It was only a matter of time before Batsy came into the picture and cheat around his game. Though without Batsy he would be bored all the time, the cops couldn’t hold him, Arkham was dull, Bats was the only exciting thing in this city. “Boys! If you see a flying rat, shoot… eenie meenie miney…” Joker’s finger danced through the air as he thought about this, and pointed to a mid-twenties man, messy blonde hair and a terrified look in his eyes. “Him.” Joker let out a nerve wrecking laugh, and walked out of the room, giggling with a sick smile on his face.
Now, where was Batman you might ask? He wasn’t oblivious to the news that Joker had hostages in his hands; it had only been all over the news. Joker wasn’t exactly keeping it a secret, throwing a body of a building. There were cops surrounding him, but Joker had already announced that if a cop stepped into the building the hostages were going to die. It was common knowledge that the Commissioner’s daughter was in there with the rest of them, Jim hadn’t made any orders to raid the building.
The helicopters circling the building gave a good view of Joker’s men that were surrounding every entrance to the building. Snipers on the roof, and two guards on every balcony from the fourth story up, they weren’t fighting off the cops. Actually, from the way Joker seemed to be handling it, he didn’t seem to take the cops as any kind of threat at all. He was looking for him.
Of course, it wasn’t only him tonight. Since Dick had become Robin, he had to think about the two of them as a team rather than him by himself. Different risks for the two of them instead of just himself. Dick was thirteen, a kid. Joker was a mad man, he would kill without thinking. Bruce believed that Dick was ready for this, but he wasn’t going to let him follow him into this building without some sort of preparation.
“Robin, the Joker is a madman. He’s not like anyone else we’ve fought together. He will kill without any hesitation, any thought, listen to my orders and do not disobey me. Everything is a joke to him, a game. Keep your guard up at all times and follow me. Understand?”