Posted by Chelsea on January 14, 2003, 10:04 am, in reply to "Re: the incredible she hulk. story" "LOSE THE COWL, MA'AM," the police officer blares into his bullhorn. The Joker shot a white powder directly onto my masked face, cape, and torso. Even my trunks and legs are bathed in the stuff, which he blasted at me with a powerful mini-cannon that floored me. He had wheeled two cannons out of his van. One of cannons fired a toy flag, which elicited that horrid Joker laugh. The flag had the word, "Boom!" on it. It disarmed me and caused me to relax one millisecond too long. The other blasted me with white powder and onto the grass of O'Neal Park. He claimed it was anthrax, but it could just be talcum powder. Gotham PD doesn't want to take any chances. The've got their men, and even a couple of women suited up in what looks like moon-mission space suits. They confiscated the mini-cannons and now they want my mask. I understand they have to do what they have to do, but I can't just unmask and strip naked in front of all these men and even video cameras. They're all yelling louder and ordering me to peel the mask, even the costume. "We're going to have to remove your mask," the officer says, "and unclothe you. Well have to keep you for anthrax testing. Don't move any more than you have to so you avoid stirring any spores. " I can't just leave with a batrope exit. It wouldn't be right; I could put others in danger if it is anthrax. "My God, do you want me to strip naked out here?" I ask. "Are you nuts?" "I'm sorry, we don't have much choice," he says. I make eye contact with one of the women in the suits. She looks up at the surrounding buildings and the windows around ONeal Park, with the news cameras and amateur videographers gawking from every window. Batgirl unmasked is one thing, but Batgirl totally naked is another story. My dad, Commissioner Gordon, is standing fifty yards away, chewing out the Joker. The Joker is unconcerned; he is handcuffed and just smiling, stuck in that eternal grin. Daddy's not going to like his daughter being a vigilante, not to mention being forcibly sripped in public like this. He doesn't know I'm Batgirl, and I never wanted him to find out like this. Police officers are shoving the Joker toward the police cruisers. Daddy walks angrily away from him. The so-called Clown Prince of Crime outdid himself on this one. He knew he'd be taken in on this, but he doesn't care. After Illinois just reprieved their deathrow inmates, the Joker is sure providing fodder for the opposite viewpoint. Gotham has no death penalty, which is stange for a place with so many costumed kooks. I hate to think this, but I'm surprised Batman hasn't killed the Joker by now. But as angry as Bruce is about his past and all, I don't think he'd kill anyone, not even the Joker. But then, I don't know, I didn't watch my parents get gunned down by a street thug when I was a child. I can see the Joker's despicable leer from the corner of my eye. It looks like he's finally won. I'm forced to have to peel off my mask and costume in front of all these people and video cameras. The police woman in the contamination suit nudges the similarly-clad officer with the bullhorn. I can hear her voice coming from the suit's microphone. "We can stand around you, and block their view, at least block some of the view," she says to me. "Just stay low, and we'll cover you. The men will turn away." "No, we can't," the officer says to the policewoman. "We've got our orders, Montoya." "Now look," Montoya says, "our orders don't entail stripping a woman naked in public, or even finding out her identity, for that matter." "Our orders are to get remove all contaminated material from the scene," he says. "Take a look, lieutenant. You see anything on her that's NOT contaminated?" "Bullock, you pig. If you force this woman to remove her clothes without cover in front of all this," she says, pointing to the crowd, "I'll bury you in so many sexual harassment lawsuits on her behalf you'll be an old man before you dig your way out. And don't forget her friend Batman. I wouldn't want that guy mad at me." NOT THE END :)
Mask of Terror
By Chelsea
I'm flat on my back from the force of the blast. We've always known the Joker was a maniac; now we know he's a terrorist. I'm covered in white powder; it's mostly on my mask, but it's also on my costume, my cape, and on the ground beside me.
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