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"Guess I'm taking the direct route." Nightwing returned. "You think the drones are actually very good at stair climbing or do they know it's easier to use the elevator? Imagine the doors open and there's just a drone awkwardly standing there in the elevator vibing to Easy Listening Musak on his way to the next floor. Would it be rude to jump him then and there, or should I let him get to his destination?" It was an extremely stupid question, he knew, but April first right?((Was going to try to come up with a Calendar Man crime in the background, or just an wild deep cut character, but that might be too much.))
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"You should sit down. There should be a Big Belly Burger nearby. They've got outdoor seating. Close your eyes if you need to. We've got an ambulance on the way." The dispatcher told Eve.
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The GCPD were on high alert. Two robots had casually strode into the building and now stood at attention, stock still, in the center of the lobby. A cop lay unconscious in front of them, having been knocked down for getting too close. There was no sign of blood and there was no reason to believe he was dead, but it was clear that retrieving him was not an option. The dispatcher had reported that their phone lines had gone dead and were now playing a song Detective Ellen Yin recognized from the Scarlet Pimpernel. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0YR0... The IT department was doing there best, but not one in three could make any headway.
Commissioner James Gordon paced behind a desk overlooking the bullpen. He frequently touched his shirt pocket, wishing for the millionth time he hadn't quit smoking again last month.
"I say we pop a few caps in these tin cans. Or better yet, one of those EMPs." Harvey Bullock said, munching a vending machine pretzel.
"Even if we could get an EMP, it'd likely shut down all the equipment in this room that hasn't already been shut down. And I for one have no intentions of finding out how bulletproof those "tin cans" happen to be, especially with York in the line of fire."
((Had to edit my last post so it made sense. I tried to write Batman taking the Batmobile, cut it, rewrote it as him reentering the building, accidentally pasted the original back in. Also, yeah. I wanna do something with Killer Moth. Guys an idiot.))Tim spoke up. "I'm already on my way to the Judge's. Go save your dad, Babs."
The dispatcher listened as Eve gave her account, then asked. "Do you need a ride to a hospital? What's your location Can you read any street signs nearby?"
((Ventriloquist is a must. Given that Riddler's new, Damian might not make that much sense anyway.))"Go easy on Alfred," Dick Grayson said with a smirk. "But no, in all seriousness, Bruce, I'm gonna be halfway to the GCPD before you can get your boots on!" He revved his own bike. "You wanna ride, Babs?" He called to Barbara Gordon.
"My boots are already on. I do the firefighter thing, Dick." Bruce pulled on his cowl and turned to a window that had slid open at the push of a button. He ran and jumped from the balcony and waited three seconds before opening his glider. He tilted so that he dove back toward the building and landed on the security balcony. He strode into the office and assessed the situation. The screens were down and no one seemed hurt. But where was Eve? "What happened here?"
Ethan gave him the short version, and mentioned Eve leaving them in the lurch.
((Could have the mayor get injured and Penguin run in her place? That was a storyline Gotham introduced and dropped like a hot potato. Man, that show was a mess. I say this everytime, but the characters had to have been written by a different person than the storylines. Though that's to be expected I guess, since CW apparently decided to hire a guy going by Speed Weed for multiple projects. Your name is two drugs, my dude? You sure about that one? Anyway...)Definitely casulties in the demo hall.
Eve straight up just broke a bone and played it off? That's a heck of a pain tolerance. A dislocated thumb would have been much safer, reversible, and cheaper.
Also, yes on the Robin's. And we can add Damien if you want.))
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"Not so sure about the lack of injuries, Alfred." Bruce replied. "He threatened to attack for not being able to answer." He unknotted his tie and threw his jacket down, then began to put his armor on.
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"Idiots is the answer!" Gus said desperately. He hoped the girl wasn't fleeing from a lack of confidence in her answer. "
((I like Niles. Though it and/or Nashton could just be other pseudonyms. He definitely is the type to use alternate accounts to argue with himself online in order to increase his visibility while remaining anonymous. But yeah, when he does take up a cause, he would definitely see himself as a noble truthseeker.As for Eraser, that's up to you. Maybe he just sees that Leonard works as a pencil-pusher for the mob, You said Eve would know the Eraser, but wouldn't know him as Leonard, just as that weird guy in a pencil suit?))
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"Very clever." Bruce deadpanned, acknowledging Alfred's wordplay. "And I'm willing to bet he thought so too. Enigmas and puzzles seem to be his schtick. His calling card..."
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"I don't know!" Gus began to sweat. "Is it..." He looked toward Ethan, then at Eve and tried to nod subtly toward one of the drones. He shrugged helplessly. "Is it, uh..." He tried to stall again. ((Might have to look if you want him to get it.))
How'd he get to the GCPD so fast? Or to the mayor's Bruce wondered but stayed focused. He had to worry about the immediate threat first. "Textbook narcissist. Seems to have a thing for brainteasers. He's treating my security crew to a game of Trivia as we speak. He seems to have hired a man by the name of Leonard Fiasco as an accomplice. He's in my employee records with a falsified document. Apparently, he's also a Yale graduate. I remember there was a guy named Lenny. Not the sharpest crayon, if memory serves. Or rather, he had a reputation as a poor student." He wasn't sure why the distinction mattered, but something was nagging at the bavk of his mind. And he gave us another clue. NygmaTech. It's an independent white-hat service with next to no presence. Seems like a front for something?"The guard, Gus began to mutter under his breath "Yeah, you're an annoyance is right. Set of ten? Bowling pins? No. Let's see... Ethan's had to do with our situation. We got... drones?" He looked at the robots holding them captive "Drones. Pretty annoying. Could also refer to a humming noise. Two's a comedy? Doesn't really work. There's ten drones. But look at me? Is he trying to insult me by calling me corporate drone? Well, no. I've already ruled drones out at the second point." He stood and rubbed his forehead. "I bet you feel real big making us feel like total fools!" He paused. "Is this just another elaborate insult for you? Is it Fools? What's the significance of ten?" ((Probably not unless he's a Brandon Sanderson fan, but Gus wouldn't be.))
((Are we going with Riddler's name being Edward Nashton, with Nygma being a pseudonym? That way he keep a bit of anonymity for a bit longer. Not that he's actually interested in that.))
As Bruce's private elevator reached the penthouse, he said, "Alfred, We've a situation at Wayne Enterprises as I'm sure you know. What's the news on your end?"Ethan considered using Bruce's answer, then figured he would try his backup first, then the other for the second guess. "Security? You trying to be clever?"
Bruce hesitated. What's to keep me from calling the police? Well, they'd take time to get here and he's remote. No he's not worried about that. He wants to paint me as a coward. Or worse an incompetent leader. He'd have to reassure his employees that he had their safety in mind. He considered goading him into bringing a drone into range of him, but that wouldn't be the right play here. "I'll get help." Well, he was just Bruce Wayne after all.
((Bruce has a batsuit in the penthouse. If he goes up there Alfred could reach him.))
((Good riddle. I think I know the answer. Promise I'm not looking.))Bruce glanced at Eve as she moved toward the door. He shook his head. "I want to guess 'comfort.' Though the last line gives me pause. But I think the idea is evidence of a wrongdoing?" What do you think, Eve?" He realized he should act less confident next time. It might be suspicious if he was too competent at this.
((This is kinda dumb, huh? Might need to think about it a bit.))
"Rules? What rules?" Ethan demanded. He himped as Vruce laid a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, it's you." He glanced sideways at the drone standing next to him.Bruce had wanted to approach this differently and figure out who this person was before agreeing to his "game". Instead, he answered the original prompt. "A riddle. Though I find the verse a bit lacking. Your playground insults display a fragile ego and a low self-esteem. And what's more, you forgot a line."
"Sir," said one of the guards to Ethan. "Been looking into this Fiasco guy. His home address is... well it's not a home. It's the University of Yale. His birthday is April Fool's Day. At least on this document. Another has Leap Day. I think these are fake. But here's a funny thing. He's got NygmaTech listed as a reference. Doesn't even exist. Or so I thought. Guess who was hired to test the code for the drones?" At the word 'drones', there was a loud squeal of feedback static. Then the machines' ocular lenses began to glow green as they rose from their beds and, as if possessed of some malicious spirits."What is that? A poem? A riddle? He's missing a rhyming line for 'strain'." Bruce said, his brow furrowing. He noticed Eve go stiff and her expression. Fool! He chastised himself. You let yourself get distracted during a crisis! He hurried from the enclosed balcony into the main security room where he saw the drones moving toward Ethan and the others.
((There's a line missing to rhyme with strain...))
((Sorry. Lost my original response by accidentally closing the tab switching between sites while looking for a good riddle. Had to resort to ChatGPT, but it actually did pretty well. Asked it to sound like The Riddler, (insulting and self-important).))"My challenge has made men throughout time stumble,
I have defeated kings, left wise men humble,
I have killed men when with bullets paired,
Yet it's encouraged that I be shared
I’ve made the brightest minds sweat and strain,.
I’m not a force that you can fight,
But I’ll twist your thoughts both day and night.
I dance on tongues yet have no feet,
I trap the sharp, confound the fleet.
A question posed, yet not quite plain,
To answer me is to use your brain."
((This is for when he gets frustratedt hat no one can answer it.))
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((The Avatar Legends TTRPG (and the Powered by the Apocalypse RPG system on which it's based uses playbooks for character creation in lieu of DND's classes and archetypes. Each playbook has a pair of core values that you move between based on your actions in the story, and your moves reflect that. Certain moves can be affected by which side you are closest to and it helps to keep them in balance.All that to say, Tradition vs. Modernity is one of them. And it might be a helpful way to view it.
I need to be working, so I'll post when I get home.))
((I don't have an excuse for not posting last night and I'm sure you're tired of them anyway. I will post when I can.What are the themes you have in mind?))
((Also, did you want to play Alfred and Riddler, since I've got Batman and Eraser? Otherwise, I'd be talking to myself a lot. I can introduce Riddler if you'd like, though.
((Next post actually. Don't have time now, but tonight. I just wanted to clarify: Did we decide whether Riddler is established yet or if he's a newcomer? Was thinking he's new to the scene at this point. Penguin is kinda the head honcho of the criminal underworld, second only to Maroni and Falcone.))
"You did well," Bruce said. "I'm glad to know my instincts proved right about you. You're incredibly sharp and have an eye for detail and nuance that would otherwise go unnoticed. I think you would do well in security, for what it's worth. If anyone would be in their way in this situation, it'd be me breathing down their necks."He looked out over the city. From this height, the skyscrapers gleamed in the sunset as the elevated trainlines zipped to and fro. The main track ran right through the center of this very building. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" A complement, followed by self deprication, followed by a non-sequitor. He'd never been good at small talk for it's own sake. Usually he spoke in pointed jabs or technicalities, needling for information or circumventing truths without lying.
