Role Play Board: Revenge of the Bat

Revenge of the Bat

Posted by Killer Frost on 6/19/2009, 5:08 pm
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The flames had only just been extinguished when my anger forced my own power to expel outwards. Ice-cold energy reached up towards the heavens and on that tower of energy I raised myself towards the heavens. A pillar of pure ice, born from my own power allowed me to take chase after the purple masked heroine that dared to try and harm me. Her name is Huntress and she is a fellow member of the ever-growing bat-gang that protects Gotham city.

Almost instantly my mind begins to race, perhaps Batman had sent her to simply capture me, maybe he wants me back in his lab, still sure he can help me, or perhaps this is retribution for what I did to Robin. Even now he may have every masked hero hunting me down and the voice, that damn voice inside my head knew it, perhaps I should simply give in and accept that deep down maybe I am a killer.

I watch as the Huntress moves away on a self propelled grapple line and for now I find myself alone once more, and the heat that up until a few minutes ago had caused me pain, is replaced by the feeling of bitter numbness that can only come from temperatures as low as freezing. As my mind wanders so to does my column of ice and instantly I’m back amongst the alleyway.

“Come to me”

“Give me some time to think”

“Thinking is what got you into this mess”

“No listening to you did”

“Do not be so rash child, if it was not for me. You would still be held inside a cell at Arkham, now come I have need of you”

“I no longer care what you want”

“Perhaps you should listen closer to me than you would think, was it not I that warned you of an attack this night. What I am offering you is a chance to belong. The people you have killed, their families and the general public will never accept you. You tried to play nice and the best you got was the role of a cheap lab assistant, forced to work underneath people whose very minds where as shallow as the lives they led.”

“But it was my life, you had no right to take it from me”

“Sooner or later they would have turned against you. The power you hold within, the killer nature you exhibit is more a part of you than you could ever realise. Sooner or later you will kill again. All I am offering is a place amongst people who will share your ideas, instead of stifle them, who will acknowledge your power, instead of forcing you to hide it”

“I need more time”

“Then you shall have it, I give you twenty four hours to reach me. Until then I offer you a final warning, the Batman has many friends and despite repelling one of them, another will hunt you”

“I wont kill or fight, cant you help me?”

“I am afraid this time you are on your own, but understand this. The power you granted yourself was not the only thing you inherited. The blood of a killer is not something that can always be trained or learned.”

I sit still for several moments, in my head I form words, as if somehow I can reach out and return the message that up until now has always welcomed me. Now however I find myself alone and in the dark for the first time, I realise quickly that alone I find myself a scared woman. Up until now the creature that has moved me around like a pawn on a chessboard has never given reason for me to doubt him, so I am left to answer a single question, “who” now stalks me from the hidden shadows.

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Bat Cave: Several Hours Before.
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She sits high above, sitting in the dark, it clings her to her, embracing her like a living cape. She is as silent as a trained assassin, maybe because that is precisely what she is. But in recent times she has become so much more, she had become a trained puppet of the man known as Slade, she has learnt to trust others, more importantly as she stares down at the body of Robin, still trying to be patched back together by the butler Alfred and the man she has come to respect perhaps most of all Bruce Wayne, she realises she has developed a sense of family.

Below Bruce Wayne senses he is being watched, turning his head he looks to the ceiling of the cave above, nothing is seen, nor does it move. Whatever was there is now gone, he wants to follow his instinct and follow up on his gut. But in his hands the life of a boy rests in the balance, Cassandra will simply have to wait.

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Now:
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For the last few hours I have waited and just like he had told me, she had come. For better part of an hour I have transformed my chosen surrounding. The quarry around me is almost totally blanketed in ice, surrounding temperature has to be at least approaching zero if not below. From her suit I can tell she is a friend of the Bat’s.

“Why have you come, I just want to be left alone”

I don’t know what I expected, but it was more than this. I can feel her stare and sense she is almost measuring me up with some form of internal scan. I won’t go down like this, I won’t be killed for simply trying to live a normal life and so despite everything inside my body screaming at the top of their lungs “NO” I make the first move.

I leap in to the air, bringing my arms forward and as I do so, a wave of ice shoots forth from my fingertips, the girl encased in head to toe black latex also leaps in to the air, avoiding my attack. She fires something back, a small piece of metal cut into the shape of a bat, instinctively I bring my hands in front of me and reactively my power creates a shield. I hear the metal slice and cut in to the ice, but now lodged in a large ice cube, it falls from the air hitting the floor.

I land and look up just in time to see the young girl sprint at high speed towards me. Despite having taken precautions, I find myself almost amazed at how well the batgirl glides across the ice-covered floor.

“We don’t have to do this”

This time I expect no response and once more I find myself surprised by my own inability to understand the situation I find myself in.

“YES WE DO” her rage and anger is matched only by the force of her kick that strikes down upon me, blood spills as my mouth fills up from the attack, forcing me to spit the red life liquid upon the ice cold floor.

Looking up as the girl goes to strike, I silently cry for the aid of the voice inside my head, once more I am met with bitter silence…

To Be Continued In Battle…