The Rot World (AU)

[Batman]

thE RoT WoRLd

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Alive
Batman, Talia Al Ghul, Black Canary, Huntress, Red Hood, Black Bat, Harvey Bullock, Rene Montoya, Red Robin, Peyton Riley, Looker, Vixen, Toshio Eto

Safe Houses Discovered:
Arkham Asylum, Wayne Penthouse, Wayne Manor, Batcave, Black Canary's bunker

R.I.P / Zombies
Solomon Kane, Mister Terrific, The Question, Elongated Man, The Joker


&A& Thunder rolled over the city while rain saturated and moistened the ground. “Gotham city was shaded and surrounded by darkness despair, sickness, the ill, the diseased, and most importantly death. Criminals in the sewers” In the sewers Killer Croc gnawed on the arm of a dead fat man. “The righteous…” Victor Zsasz impaled a man in the kidney, grinning delightfully. “They don’t realize what this city has, the potential, the JOY and PLEASURE this city has to offer. The sense of how many lives that creep in this infested city of living creatures!” The Joker sat in Arkham Asylum holding two small puppets one of them was a black with a cape the other purple with green hair. The Joker glared out the window of his cell sensing that something was wrong. “Gotham City….You will not know me personally…but you will know what I can do. And you will know that my army approaches!” &A&

-Batman sat within the Batcave when something cause his attention. He perked his head up unusually and turned to look at the walls as they began moving. His eyes widened as hordes of bats began rushing out of the cavern with a thunderous rumble of their wings and screeching. Some of the bats would drop and crash into the ground and walls dead. One bat smashed into the floor in front of Batman causing him to jump in his seat. Another crashed into his keyboard followed by the floor behind him. The bats swarmed around and past him as various bats dropped dead around him. His expression snarled and turned to run out of the batcave, towards the elevator while bats began crashing into him dead and hitting the floor.- “Batman to all posts. Report.” The lift would descend into a deep bunker within the Batcave. He closed the hatch and walked past a set of lockers to sit down at a computer.-

Black Canary: Dinah was punching and kicking the punching bag in the back of her apartment above Gotham Floral when she heard a beep from the other room. She bounced a bit still feeling the adreninline from working out and pratcing. she walked over and picked up her earpiece and put it in hitting a button to hear it replay a message. "I'm here Batman, what's going on." sounding a bit on edge listening to the sound of thunder and rain outside.

Cassandra Cain: *Cassandra was resting upon a large building in downtown Gotham. Her cape ruffling in a cool night breeze. Her left hand gripped a pair of high-tech night vision binoculars as she would just peer through them. Watching the street and rooftops below her. She was on one of the largest buildings in Gotham, sitting upon a small outcropping. Her short black hair ruffled in the wind, her face covered by a black domino mask. The crest across her chest. The black tattered cape ruffled wildly behind her.* "Black Bat...no major sightings." *She was better at expressing herself, better at working with the others, better all around crime-fighter. NO longer held for a singular purpose. The rain would hit her black kevlar armor as she would wait to see what Batman wanted, it had to be more than a simple report..he was calling all posts.*


Solomon Kane: Solomon somehow walked into the city. Solomon walked through the thunder and rain with staff in hand. The Puritan silently moved through the streets as he was still not so used to cars and the modern world when the Staff somehow brought him here. It brought him here for some purpose but he couldn't exactly find out what it was just yet. He just kept going until he found a building where he could walk into to take shelter from the rain. This supposed building just happened to be the Gotham Floral shop, "Hello, is anyone here?" Solomon asked in a thick British accent.

Huntress: Helena sat straight on a comfortable couch in an apartment much nicer than her own as she stared at the TV. A bowl of popcorn sat in her lap, a drink on the table in front of her and her blue eyes were wide as she took in the “horror” movie before her. The noises of soft grunts and slapping from the other room seemed to work in perfect timing with the scene of the movie. Oh yeah, he was gonna die. Sucking in a breath as something happened on the screen she nearly choked on her popcorn as a crack of thunder diverted her attention and annoying beep went off somewhere behind her. “The hell. Dinah!” The annoyed young woman called and saw the blond haired woman coming out from the back room. “Don’t answer that, night off, terrible Syfy movie night.” She reminded the other, even though really Helena had just shown up at Dinah’s doorstep clothes soaking wet from the ride over and begging to be let in; her power was off and she didn’t want to miss the new movie, Sharknado. -

Talia Al Ghul: ::At Gotham loading docks, Talia stood there with her arms cross watching the men unload a ship full of stock and unknown crates. She had one assassin on each of her sides, guarding her as she breathed in the cold night air. She was calm and patient, almost in a mid daze until one of the members of shadows nudged her and whispered, handing her a small phone “Its your father mistress”. Talia took the phone and placed it to her ear without saying a word. Listening to her father words with a concerned look, she nodded to herself and quietly responded without hesitation “As you wish Father.” She closed the phone and continued watching the men with a smirk on her face::

&A& A hobo would enter into the flora shop behind Solomon holding his stomach. “SIR! Oww…Help! My…stomach….It. It…” The hobo’s stomach would suddenly burst exposing his internal organs and the man’s head twisted in a circle snapping his neck and he charged towards Solomon thrashing him into the flora shop’s counter while the hobo’s mouth split open and his large teeth grew into jagged fangs. His skin began to splinter as blood spilled out of him and he screamed a horrific sound. Black Bat would begin to see people running in the streets as other hobos were chasing them, their heads reversed and skin splint while chasing after the various people. At the dock’s, A skeleton would leap out of the water and grasp the head of a dock worker ripping their head off only to put it on backwards to the man. The dock worker would scream in horror at the sight. &A&

{R}”Uh…B…Studying for finals. What’s up?”{R} -Batman received information from all posts and then went on to explain.- “The bats in the Batcave are going insane. Something is wrong. Something is upsetting them, they are dying.” -Batman explained into the communication line.- “I want all posts on guard and alert while I try and contact Zatanna or Doctor Fate…”


Black Canary: She rolled her eyes at her unexpected guest, catching a glimpse of the awful horror movie she ws watching, laughig a little at the annoyed woman's reaction from the thunder and beep. Although her arrival to watch a movie because her power was out was a surprise, she was glad that her fellow crime figher came by, they rarely just hung out. She did look kind of pathetic, like a drowned rat, when she saw her on her doorstep. She had gotten her some clean dry work out clothes, hoping they would spar, but Helena made the place her own. Got the popcorn out of the cabinet, like she knew where it was and made some and settled into her movie. Oh well another time. She listened to Batman on her ear piece. "I'm Sorry batman, that is a concern. I will start to do some checking about town. I have the Huntress here too. We will keep you posted." she turned to helena. "Looks like real horror coudl be heading our way, The Bats in the cave are going crazy and dying. I know it's your night off (c)

Black Canary: but do you want to check things out? Black Bat is keeping an eye out too. We can also go the college, we could see if their biology department bats are getting worked up." she smiles. "Unless you perfer Sharkados." she teased. (d)

Cassandra Cain: "Bats..dieing? Could it be an airborne pathogen?" *The binoculars would leave her eyes as they would find their way around her waist now. Replacing them in her hand, would be her grapple gun. Aiming across the way she would fire the weapon. The line would zip out before the batshapped hook would grip the building and wrap itself around. Pushing herself off she would swing, twisting her body for the best momentuem and control forward. Using the retract to pull herself up to a new perch. once resting upon her perch, her eyes would scan the building before dropping down and moving closer street level. Sticking within the darkness, the rain would patter against her armor.* "It could be a symbol...killing bats..is pointless.." *While speaking she would arrive to be only three stories up now.*

Huntress: Hair braided loosely and dropped over her shoulder out of the way she glared daggers as Dinah not only spoke to Bruce but ratted her out as well. “Son of a-!’ She hissed out her upper lip turning up in a displeased snarl and then she simply whined as she sat the half eaten bowl of popcorn down. “We’ll keep you posted? And then you ask me like I have a choice?” Standing up Helena looked at the duffle bag she brought along with her and hung her head. No excuse to be had, she was already prepared in case something happened; an annoying trait of training she just couldn’t seem to ignore. “Bats dying?” That caught her attention and she felt a slight pang, she was really fond of them herself and reaching up rubbing the back of her neck she let out a soft sigh as she stood. “I’d rather prefer a zombie apocalypse.” Helena eyed the rain hitting the window as she scooped up her duffle bag. Storms of any kind weren’t really her favorite, much less going out in one. “Look we shou-…” -

Huntress: Pausing Helena looked down at the floor. “…did you hear that? Go stick your hooker tights on, I’ll go and check that out.” Grabbing her crossbow from her bag she moved out and jogged down the stairs to the front of the flower shop. “Great…some drunk idiot trying to rob the flower shop?” Pushing the door open slowly she walked inside. “I know roses are expensive these days but..” Stepping in her boot slipped a bit and she looked down at the blood and entrails splashed on the floor. “Okay…that’s disgusting. Little Shop of Horrors much?” Helena whispered and brought her crossbow up in front of her blue eyes hardening as she gazed around, moving around a high set of displays.

Talia Al Ghul: ::Talia turned to her assassin and nodded to him speaking stern “ I’ll be going back to the-..” She was interrupted by a worker screaming and men running away from their stations. Talia turned around in attention and looked horrified from what she saw. The beheaded man falling to the ground as the skeleton moved forward towards them. Talia reached for her gun attached to her thigh and started shooting yelling at the assassins while moving backwards “ Attack whatever that is!!” Four assassins scurried towards the monster, with blades in hand, swishing and distracting the Skeleton while Talia walked away with her phone in hand. She spoke stern and quickly to one of her workers. “ Someone get me Batman on the phone NOW!” The assassins escorted Talia to the car. As she opened the door, she looked back at the skeleton, whispering to herself. “What is happening?” :: <e>

&A& Arkham Asylum would it’s guards patrolling the corridors when the Joker banged on the door. “YOO HOO! YOU GOTTA GET ME OUT OF HERE! Hehe. He…he…they’re in the walls!” The security would stop by the Joker cell and growl. “Shut up before I give you…arf…arlgl….” The security guard would be impaled by a jagged bone through his throat. Meanwhile the hobo would jump onto Solomon and rip the man’s arm off forcing blood to splash all over the counter, the zombie then clawed into Solomon’s throat with jagged nails that ripped open the man’s flesh forcing the man onto the ground. The Zombie turned to look at Helena to walk towards her, she would be able to see the layers of skin thickening around his color as his skin was twisted around and his head on backwards. <C>

In the downtown area, the zombies would continue to chase the people in the street, some of the people ran into the street to be run over by cars, the people getting out of their cars would be met by brutal zombies with their heads in the reverse direction grabbing them and splitting them apart. People continued to run hurrying to alleyways where their screams would echo only louder as zombies found them. With each person that would die their head would twist and stitches would form in their body sealing their lacerated wounds. <c>

The man upon the docks would soon have his head twisted and it was two against the number of assassins, as the assassins took down the skeleton it would crash into the ground. The zombie would get up off the ground and charge towards them gagging from the mouth as the assassins stabbed and slashed the zombie into pieces. The rain continued to pour causing the ground to be slippery, but soon one of the assassins would moan as she collapsed to the ground holding her arm; she had a MINOR bruise and suddenly her bruise would begin to mutant and split open revealing the internal muscles of her arm. The assassin glanced at her own arm in fear and disgust. “My lady…What is happening?!” <c>

It was now a large figure would approach, standing at 6 feet and five inches. His bare chest full of pink skin, stitch marks traced up each side of his rib cage indicating torn flesh with muscle and tendons hanging out of the stitching. His jaw and above his eyebrow had more stitches that were splitting. His eye sockets were large and his jaw extended and hung lower than a usual human being. His teeth jagged and broke in all directions from his gums. “Don’t run…it will only delay the inevitable DEATH you are about to join. I will take pleasure in feasting upon you, you will join the body of ANTON ARCANE!!”&A&

Black Canary: She rolled her eyes hearing Helena whine. "You always have a choice. You can stay and monitor this end of town. Unless... you want to impress Batman." she smirked. "Besides you already have your gear." she glanced at the duffle bag. She looked down hearing the thump downstairs in the shop, her body going into defensive pose naturally. "Yes. I..." it was her turn to glare at the huntress as she talked about her fishnets. She slipped into her bedroom to chagne. A little bit later she opened the door from the apartment stairwell to lookinsid ethe shop. "helena do you see anything?" she then saw the blood and gore and froze. "Did you do that?" thoughts of hving to clean a mess nearly as bad that something could be lurking in her shop. That is when she saw the zombie in her store it'shead back wards tearing up a man in her shop. "You just had to wish for zombies didn't you!" she hissed and dashed to the bare wall at the back hall of the shop. She twisted light on the wall and it opened. (c)

Black Canary: "This way!" she hissed starting to back into the secret room where she keeps her weapons and bike, and the secret exit out. (d)

Huntress: The sounds of flesh ripping, bones being pulled from their sockets made her heart beat harder in her chest. Helena guessed it would have been too much to ask for Dinah just having being air headed and leaving on a TV or something. The smell of blood assaulted her nostrils as her eyes fell on the creature then widened. “What the -actual- fuck.” The horrified look on Helena’s was certainly not outmatched by the horror scene playing out in front of her. As the zombie stepped forward she automatically stepped back, hand tightening on her crossbow. The sound of Dinah approaching didn’t take her eyes off of it and she’d grope behind her for the other woman. “Look, fucking look.” Helena hissed and then rolled her eyes. “Oh yes, because -I- made zombie appear in Gotham!” Absurd, how absurd was this. As Dinah pushed past her Helena straightened her shoulders as a brow rose. Well, the same rules didn’t apply to the undead, did they? -

Huntress: Squeezing the trigger Helena let a bolt fly right through the head of the zombie and waited to see if it took it out. Regardless though she’d hike her bag higher on her shoulder and followed after Dinah. “Can you pinch me? Is this real life?” The young woman said in amazement.

&A& The zombie would receive the bolt to the head and its skull underneath would fracture splitting into pieces but the zombie continued to approach after her without delaying or slowing down. It was now Solomon’s body would stand with his head twisted in reverse. Both zombies would begin to chase after Black Canary and Huntress. &A&


Talia Al Ghul: ::Almost in her car, she saw one of her assassins cling to her and starting to mutate. Talia’s face was in horror as another assassin pushed the woman away from Talia. Falling to the floor, Talia looked down and crouched near her. She placed her hand over the woman’s head and spoke softly “ I don’t know, but I am going to find out. Rest.” Talia stood up and nodded for an assassin to stay with her until she changed, than of course to kill her. She jumped in her car and headed towards the city. She looked out her window to see nothing but chaos on the streets. “Take the car to an empty street, we need to head to the rooftops. Its too dangerous for us down here.” She pulled out her cell and called for her father. But before she could connect, another call beeped through. It was one of her workers, Talia answered as the woman spoke on the other line “Excuse me Mistress but I have found Batman, should I link him through?” Talia looked outside the window once more and spoke softly “Yes” ::

&A& Anton watched as Talia’s car fled from him, he blinked for a moment and then gargled. “Where are you going?” The car driver would suddenly begin scratching the back of his head where a dead layer of skin began to itch, the driver continued to scratch until finally his head mutated and the man’s head twisted in its place causing his dead expression to look towards those behind him, the car would swerve and smash into a cargo container. The windows would smash allowing soft bits of rain to trickle into the vehicle. &A&

-Batman would suddenly realize that there was potential this was all something to distract from Arkham Asylum when the sensors alerted him to the problem there he immediately left the bunker and raced towards the bat mobile while noticing the bats were no longer inside the cave. The Bat mobile accelerated out of the batcave in order to reach the streets that would lead him to Gotham. However; his attention would turn towards the communication as Alfred spoke.- “Sir…A personal guard to Ms. Al Ghul requests to speak with you.” -Batman’s gaze narrowed.- ‘The league of assassins…Ra’s…Why didn’t I guess?’ “Put them through, Alfred….Let me speak to Talia. Talia, what is going on?” -His voice was deep and relatively demanding.-

Black Canary: "I see it! Get in here!" she hissed at Helena as she watched her shoot the zombie through it's head and it charged at them, looking in horror as the just deceased man stood up and turned his head around to look at them. She grabbed Helena's shoulder and pulled her into the back room roughly maybe enough to make her stumble. She pulled the door shut behind hearing it latch. She then pulled a pin out of the secret door's mechanism and it sealed shut. "Thank you mom." she whispered. She then gave Helena a rough pinch on the arm. "I'm afraid we are both awake. I have seen men be turned into beasts and Chuthulu arise from the sea surrounded by dinosaurs, the world is a messed up place." she tapped her ear piece. "Batman... there are zombies. 28 Days Later zombies. There are Zombies in Gotham Floral. We are safe for now. But an arrow through the head doesn't seem to stop them." (d)

Huntress: “I shot it through the -head- through the goddamn head, Dinah!” Helena stumbled into the back room, nearly falling as she unzipped the duffle bag and yanked out her outfit. “Did you…did you see that-OW! Damn it!” Helena snarled at her and rubbed her arm as she was pinched and tugged off her clothes to put on her uniform not having time to be shy. “This is so insane.” Pulling on her mask she left her hair braided and grabbed a collapsible staff out of her bab, twirling it between her fingers. “Okay. Deep breath. We’re fine, everything’s fine.” Helena told herself as she looked back at Dinah who was talking to Batman. “Clear through the head.” Huntress spoke in a growl through her own communicator to Batman. “I saw its brain matter.”

Talia Al Ghul: ::As Talia was distracted for a moment, she didn’t notice her driver mutating before her. Once she heard Batman’s voice, she began to speak in a worried tone “Beloved, something is happing…. people are going mad and turning into monsters. One of my assassins was killed, I don’t know-….” Before she could finish, the car swerved off the road and crashed, making Talia drop her phone and hit her head on the dashboard. With Batman on the line, he could hear people around her screaming as Talia moaned in pain. She pushed open the door and stumbled out car, with blood dripping from her head and bruised ribs. Crawling away from the accident, Talia’s driver snatched her foot and pulled her towards him. With a small yelp, she reached for her gun and shot him in the head 3 times. Exhausted, she laid on the ground, feeling dizzy and vision starting to fade. She can see the phone not to far from her, but couldn’t reach it. She spoke out almost like a whisper “They’re…..zombies.”::

&A& Anton would approach the car as the driver clung to Talia’s leg it was trapped in its seat unable to escape, the assassins with Talia would slash the zombie’s head off before Anton’s arm grabbed one by the throat and rush it like a tin can before raising her head to his mouth to decapitate her with his teeth. He began chewing on the assassin while the other turned to see this happening. She would leap at Anton slashing his head only to cut open his cheek. Anton slapped her throwing her into a brick wall causing it to crumble and flatten the woman. “Wait your turn!” &A&

“Talia? Talia?!” -Batman growled at the phone and then declared.- “I will be there right away!” -He tapped a few buttons and immediately his computer tracked the location when Black Canary’s communication came through he would listen to her before interrupting. “Zombies? Are you-…” -He listened to her continued speech and then directed her.- “Listen to me carefully…Arkham Asylum will be the *safest* place in the city, I want you to head to the following coordinates, I will have Tim and his father stop by and take Alfred They will meet you at the batcave *underneath* Arkham Asylum…Gather up whoever you can and head there. I’m on my way to pick up Talia.”<c>

-The Bat Mobile would arrive to see Anton in the front view, Batman drove full speed into Anton Arcane and then ejected from the Bat mobile allowing the vehicle to drive Anton Arcane and the vehicle itself into the waters off the dock. Batman back flipped through the air and landed next to the vehicle Talia was in and he came to her.- “Talia…” -He whispered feeling the hard rain rush over him quickly soaking him. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up to carry her on foot towards the nearest Bat bunker.-

Black Canary: She held Helena's shoulder. "We'll get through this. But until we can find a way to destroy them we should lay low." taking charge and trying hard to keep her voice steady and not show her own fear, it only showing in her eyes. "I have emergency rations, water, and there is a generator in here." she shrugged. "My mom prepped this place during the cold war, go figure. We can camp out here if need be. We are no good to anyone if we get taken by the zombies." Part of her furious that she couldn't just take the zombies out.

“This is Gotham Emergency frequency…if you’re hearing this then Gotham is in a state of emergency. Get out of Gotham City as soon as you can. This is not a drill….” Was the message broadcasted on all frequencies of radio open to the public. Zombies were now rummaging through the streets, gunshots rang out through the city as people were defending their homes, gangsters were uniting to fight back making some of the more gang territorial areas less Zombie filled…for now…The Zombies could sense the taste of human flesh, the beating of a living heart, the aura of their very souls were chanting in a resonate manner that they were delicious treats to be eaten, beaten, and ripped apart.


Red Hood: The emergency broadcast was the first thing that Jason had heard that was, in the very least, slightly good news. While there had been some radio traffic over the hours since the chaos had begun, none of it had really (at least that he had caught) been trying to give direction to those survivors around the city. Zombies had taken over, at least that was the easiest way to classify whatever the hell the creatures were. Hungry for flesh, eager to kill, and free range for one Red Hood to do as he pleased to defend himself. 'So much for Batman's rule, huh pup?' The aged voice of Ducra was an ever present in the back of the ex-Robin's mind, and tonight it was welcomed company in an otherwise nearly quiet safe house. Ammo, food, supplies, weapons – all of it was there, though Red Hood realized that it was only a matter of time before even it was no longer safe. 'Batman.' The only person in Gotham that would have answers, the one Jason would seek out that night. -

Red Hood: - Ammo was placed in the pistols he often used, a set of blades strapped to his back, as well as the magical weapons he kept ready to summon. Throwing knives were hidden on his person as well as a set of grappling guns before he'd move toward his hood. The radio had been wired into it, as well as a com system – a rush job, but it would have to do – to try and allow finding the Family to go easier. 'Assuming any of them are even alive.' The grim thought was enough to draw the man into action, hood snapped on before he'd head to the window. Sliding it open a soft 'pop' of the grappling gun would take him roofside. Ground travel was too dangerous, and the man refused to leave his safe house door open – window would have to do, and meant he could get in quickly should it be needed. Once on the roof he'd begin to run, jumping from building to building to search, listening to all the sounds of the chaotic world around him.

Black Bat: Out of reach from the mindless 'corpse', Cassandra resided in the depth of the shadows. Black uniform kept her surreptitious and shielded as she peered around...motionless. Any hint of movement induced with a trace of lively logic and out of the parasitic, swarming demeanor, she'd rush to their aid and try her best to exclude attracting the dead crowd's attention. Cassandra's radio sheathed along her yellow belt was dimmed until it was muted - one little audible noise could be the end of her life as well as other survivors. She did her best but the echo of the early trauma became a repetition that left a psychological numbing process to intervene with her emotions. The complication of late reaction taking place. She pushed herself physically to the best of its ability to ward off the enemy and save the civilians. Yet with how voluminous the surrounding scenery was...she was able to only aid so much. She'd been coerced to undergo many inevitable situations...[C]

Black Bat: but this outbreak was something beyond her control entirely. The ex-assassin recalled the horror-struck male - husband and father - before being torn to pieces and ravenously devoured while his family observed in utter shock and terror. She took the wife and wailing daughter to safety with her grappling gun before buckling them against the pole. The lethal height could have them crippled or dead but it was the only area deemed secure from the voracious, decaying zombies. They weren't alone. As ridiculous as it was, time limited both her decisions and hands. At this point of time, she was gathering and guiding any survivors towards the same place the two females were tied to. The chaotic circumstances didn't even allow her to take a breath. A horde of flesh-hungry creatures occupied the alleyway she was staring down at.[C]

Black Bat: An idea she'd been contemplating in between the rescue was being mulled over while Black Bat fingered the small bomb hooked to her belt before coiling her digits around it. Applying pressure against the button embedded deep into the device, she chucked it at the other direction with considerable amount of strength. Upon impact It ignited and ensnared a couple of zombies where it landed. The line below began moving as their heads snapped towards the crash, and they immediately began sprinting towards it. Weapon gleaming in her grasp, she swiftly took out her cellular device before punching the pad of her thumb against certain buttons. "This is Cassandra Cain, I need a safe haven for survivors. Are you there, Batman?"[E]

Michael Holt: "This is Mister Terrific sending a broadcast to every active hero in Gotham City. If you can recieve this broadcast, please respond. I repeat, this is Mister Terrific. Please respond." He barked into a T-Sphere held in his hand, sending out the signals to cover the entirety of Gotham as every screen in the Watch Tower was focused on Gotham. And of course, nobody else was around, too busy facing some intergalatic threat that was far too "dangerous" for a mere man to attend. But he had to do something. All these smarts, Michael, and you're just sitting there watching a bunch of good people get eaten alive! Are you going to just stay the pathetic token background guy working the coms...or are you going to nut up? "Gotham City, this is Mister Terrific. I am beaming down as we speak. Reinforcements are coming. Hold tight." He spoke at last before releasing the Sphere to hover over his shoulder as he got out of his chair and moved quickly to the teleportation room, quickly imprinting a

Michael Holt: command into the console before the aura of energy engulfed him, taking him apart bit by bit before beaming him down to Earth as he arrived at the top of Wayne Tower, his stomach twisting around from the teleportation. But pain isn't something that's important right now. Two orbs emerged from ports on the side of his suit as they engaged their anti-grav fields, allowing Holt to levitate upwards as he gazed down at the ground, the eyes of his mask automatically adjusting and zooming downwards to survey the damage. If he believed in him...maybe he would've sent a prayer to God. -e-

“Batgirl.” Batman’s tone was firm, solid, and deep. “I have Black Canary and Huntress locking down Arkham Island with some of the security on the island. Get whatever survivors you can there. I had an encounter with the zombie’s boss. His name is Anton Arcane, avoid it at all costs. I sacrificed the Bat Mobile to slow him down; it bought us only 5 minutes. These zombies can shape themselves in more ways than just humans. The current safe houses along your route are the GCPD building, Wayne Tower, and Wayne Penthouse, I suggest you avoid taking civilians to the batbunkers underneath Wayne buildings, but you can refill supplies there if you need it. Also whatever food or supplies you can find that is canned would be helpful for those on the island.”

Standing before the downtown area, he looked to some of the larger buildings and then to the ground. Waving his hands as his sharp teeth stretched across his face causing a large centipede made of decaying flesh and bone break out of the ground to wrap around a sky scraper. The large insect squeezed the building causing its frame to shatter and people to fall from it plummeting to their deaths while also causing the building to crumble and crash down into a pile of steel, glass, and other debris. This caused a large wave of black smoke to cover the air in the downtown area, no doubt Mr. Terrific would hear and see this display from the distance as the centipede easily crushed the building and sunk back into the ground.

Michael Holt: He couldn't believe his eyes as he saw that sickening being of rotted flesh rise from the ground and wrap around the building, the humongous insect crushing it beneath his coils. And the stench....it filled and pounded at his senses from here, but he had a job to do. He quickly extended his arms as dozens of Spheres emerged from his suit and flew over to the building at supersonic speeds, projecting anti-grav fields over as many falling citizens as they could catch before teleporting away to the Watch Tower with the citizens in tow. Another T-Sphere came up to his face as he sent a broadcast to the Watch Tower. "This is Mister Terrific declaring a state of emergency on Gotham City. Any and all mystic-based superheroes are called to report to Gotham. We have an Extinction-Level Threat. I repeat. An Extinction-Level Threat." He sent the broadcast with a cold, heavy feeling in his heart as he somersaulted over the building and allowed his Spheres to support him, gliding him over to a -c-

Michael Holt: nearby hospital. Hopefully there, he'd be able to provide some aid and get more information on what the hell is happening here. If he was lucky, he might even be able to find Zatanna there. -e-

Red Hood: From rooftop to rooftop would Red Hood go, always staying near the edge, always letting those masked blue eyes sweep the area for any humans needing help, anyone who could use a fallen Robin to help prolong their lifeline – even if just by a few minutes. The running and searching would come to a pause as voices began to chime in at the same time in his ear. First it was the voice of Black Bat, Batgirl, Cassandra Cain, and then the familiar grating tone of Batman, as well as a more unknown voice that claimed to be a part of the League. Feet come to a stop and a hand moves up to the hood, digits pressing down to key in his own mic. “This is Red Hood, shits a mess all over the city, no idea what the hell is going on but if you're giving out free gear, I'll help clean this mess up.” A chance to play with Batman's toys? Oh count Mr. Todd in! “Whoever set off an explosive, I'll meet up with you in three mike.” -

Red Hood: - Linking up with one of the family members would help even their odds, though Jason was silently hoping it wasn't Batman – as much as he worked well in fighting at the man's side, dealing with his anger issues right then would probably only cause more harm than good. “Hood out.” Mic key released before the man would be off again, jumping from rooftop to rooftop and closing the distance between himself and Cassandra Cain.

Black Bat: A heavy sense of relief washed over the bat as Batman's voice emitted from the device. He was alright. Cassandra nodded. "Copy." Suddenly the foreign audible noise resonated - one of which definitely didn't belong to Batman or...anyone else for the matter. Every single muscle strained in the midst of its stiffening. She witnessed the last lingering zombie immediately snap its head towards her. Legs tensed whilst she leaped off the wall. She calculated the distance between the two before her body dawned over the decaying body. He disappeared under her splayed cape before going limp underneath the impact of the dagger's edge cracking its attenuated cranium. She didn't take any chances and twisted the razor before compressing the edge of her thumb against the communicator again. "Who are you?" Her voice was seething with suspicion. Though her solemn composure remained in tact, there was a subtle coat of controlled hostility. {c}

Black Bat: Was he the enemy? She waited patiently for Batman's response, unsure of the meeting. Just in case, she got her weapons ready and skimmed over the remaining ammo, guns, and blades. The unknown male's willingness to efface the problem provided some type of....hopeful sign. Regardless, he couldn't be trusted. Immediately, a waft of black caught her attention - that of which wavered in the corner of her eyes while it escalated towards the sky. Lids narrowed behind her mask. Was that Anton's doing? As Batman said, she'd have to be avoiding the being after taking note of the struggle. "If I'm not mistaken, he's located in downtown and slaughtering citizens." She reminded Batman. "Do you want me to stand back...?" She questioned quizzically and she...stayed put. {e}

“Mister Terrific…?” -Batman responded. “Surprised to see you getting involved. We can use all the manpower we can get. Rescue what citizens you can and drop them off at Arkham Island. Do not engage the zombie leader, we don’t know what we’re dealing with here…“ It was now Jason chimed in. “Jason, where are you?” Regardless of what answer Jason gave, Batman continued. “Get any and all civilians you can onto the rooftops or to large transport vehicles, tell them to spread the word that Arkham Island is the safest place in Gotham.” Black Bat’s words came in and he promptly responded as well. “Do *not* engage Anton Arcane. Tell everyone to avoid him. We don’t know how power he is…how powerful he has gotten from all of this chaos.”

The Zombie struck by Black Bat had its head stabbed but, it would continue acting as though its mind was fully functioning as it flailed and swung its arms to grab Black Bat...At the same time rattling would occur behind Black Bat and the sudden appearance of large zombie spiders flipped over a couple blocks of cement from behind her.

Michael Holt: As he entered a room of chaos, doctors desperately trying to save the lives of citizens, Michael could taste the chaos in the air. It was solid and choking, like he was drowning in the poisonous environment that this chaos was creating. A small flicker of hope flared up in him as he heard two new voices respond to him from his T-Spheres though. "Red Hood and...whomever else, I am Mister Terrific. I am a member of the Justice League and a friend. And right now, I'm trying to find some way to get the rest of the League to help, but as of now? I think we're all on our own. If you can, give me your position and I can see if I can come to help. Right now I'm at Mercy Hospital, and it's bad. I...hold on." He shut off the transmission as he heard a loud scream come from a room nearby, kicking in the door as he set his eyes on something that made him desperately want to scream as well....-c-

Michael Holt: A young man. A boy, really. His face half-gone, the other half twisted into a hissing, hideous snarl of a toothy maw. This young black boy, this kid who had every hope, every dream.....he was about as old as his own son could've been. A hand went up to his mouth as he clenched his fist so tightly, blood dripped between his fingers from his nails cutting into his skin. And because of this, another man died tonight as that boy reached towards his doctor, opened that hideous maw...and bit his arm right off, tearing it off with sharp, spider-like mandibles that used to be teeth and gums as he just stood there and watched it happen. "God help us..." He murmured under his breath, for in that one moment, that one terrifying moment....he wished he knew how to believe in God. To believe in -something- that was going to come down and stop all of this madness. And when the boy came towards him, clicking those teeth together, he kneeled down and offered himself. He had to die. He WANTED to die! -c

Michael Holt: FOR GOD'S SAKE, HE SHOULD'VE DIED! HE SHOULD DIE AND HIS SON SHOULD'VE LIVED! PAULA SHOULD'VE LIVED! "KILL ME ALREADY, YOU BASTARD!" He screamed into that hideous reflection of what could've made him a father before Batman's voice chimed in, breaking him out of his spell as he suddenly shot his fist out and smashed it into the zombie's skull, making it explode with the force of the punch as two Sphere's fired beams of energy into it's chest, combusting it from the inside out and exploding it into a balloon of black gore as Michael crouched down, cowering under the weight of this horror, this chaos....something he's never experienced before. Something that made him wish he'd just wake up, that the laws of reality would work again. The dead shouldn't walk around....He clicked his transponder after a few moments, gulping before finally speaking. "Batman...tell me everything you know about Anton Arcane." He rose up from the floor, his eyes like steel. "Because after we get things under -
Michael Holt: control....I'm going to help kill the bastard." -e-

Red Hood: So many voices, each chiming in during different parts of the calls. “Rooftops, not sure the exact location.” It would have been easy enough for Red Hood to pinpoint where he was from landmarks, from the buildings and even just from a general sense of direction that had been built up during his time as a street rat in Gotham. However this was Jason, and when it came to Batman he was a bit stubborn – even in the face of such a horrible crisis. “Mister Terrific, terrific, was the Super Boyscout not available?” The slight hostility in the tone would be easy to pick up, and was soon enough reflected back toward the female that had chimed in. “Second Boy Wonder, sure you've read up on my ass, shit surprised you didn't know me as soon as I said any part of my name. I'm one of Bat's Big Bad Fuckups. But that's a story for when our asses have milk and cookies.” A rare moment in which Red Hood pushed aside his anger. -

Red Hood: - Greater good right? “Miss Explosion, I'm above your location now.” Though from his current vantage point Jason would not yet be able to see that the Bat female was being attacked by a zombie – shit right then all he could think about was the people that the single person in black was down there fighting to protect. 'Yep, that's one of Batman's soldiers all right.' The thought teased brain before he'd be pulling out those pistols, ready to start drawing attention (sound) as well as to lay cover fire as needed.

Black Bat: The other voice also had her defenses up but judging form Batman's reaction, she wasn't alarmed. The momentarily gone limp zombie revived, catching her off guard whilst its appendages raised. Its features contorted, she warded its arm off with her own and dropped the device. The last thing she heard was Batman's warning before it drowned out in the midst of the dull explosion behind her. A disguised tremor that coerced cranium to tilt; within those few seconds, Cassandra noted the events that was about to unfold. She ensnared the strands from its head with her fingers and jerked to expose the curve of its wounded, bleeding neck. One focused single swipe managed to get the razor embedded halfway into its throat. The quick, fluid process of hacking followed before she spun around in her heels and chucked it towards the side. She threw the body towards the advancing spiders. She calculated their size and immediately jumped back to skillfully evading any coming attacks. {c}

Black Bat: The moment the soles of her boots met with the wall behind her, she propelled towards one of the larger arachnids. The ex-assassin reached behind her and held possession of her katana. The sound of metal against its sheath resonated sharply mid-air before she punctured the blade against the arthropod. She wasn't sure what she was up against. Was the zombie from earlier dead? And what were the spiders capable of and how does she kill them? She lunged her throwing knives at anything that moved. This included Jason. Survival mode in tact, Cassandra wasn't aware that they were supposed to be meeting at the rooftop due to the earlier loss of her cellular device. {e}

The hospitals were death traps to anyone who entered them or came near them. Injured and wounded transformed rapidly into freakish monsters with muscles and blood bursting from their flesh, stitches had been weaved made out of muscle and bone in order to keep their bodies together and add all the more hideous appearance. The zombie’s didn’t need blood to survive; they couldn’t bleed out to death. They didn’t need their limbs either. Head? Nope. What killed them? Nothing killed them, they were already dead. Killing one zombie only delayed it from being risen again and fighting back cut off limbs could regrow and reshape a whole new zombie in fact. The spiders began to set their attention on Black Bat when a body was tossed at them and she began throwing knives that pierced their flesh with no success in critically injuring them despite striking their heads or heart. <c>

Gunshots rang out causing their blood, muscle, and bones to splash around them, wailing and screaming echoed from their vocal chords, but it grabbed attention alright. Zombies began climbing up the building using their hands and feet to create steps within the side of the building. Their strength significant enough to dent brick in order for them to climb the building. Some would crush steel depending on their size. A few would leap at Red Hood attempting to tackle him, if they were successful they would wrestle for his arm before ripping it out of its socket.

Michael Holt: T-Sphere's constantly crackled with electricity as they encircled Holt, fending back more and more of the undead as they started to burst through the walls, his teeth gritted together as he threw handfuls of orbs at the monsters as they exploded into storms of shrapnel to tear them to pieces, but he was quickly being overwhelmed. He suddenly threw orbs up at the ceiling, blowing a hole through the roof as he rocketed upwards with the help of his Spheres, bursting his way through the roof as his lungs screamed for air and his heart pounded in panic before he finally took a breath and looked down at the hospital, his body quaking with hatred for whatever could have done this...this massacre before he grabbed a single Sphere and tapped his fingers on it in a certain combination that only he knew before dropping it into the room he escaped from, turning and flying away towards the last location he got a transmission from as the hospital erupted into a mighty blast of fire as the Sphere -c-

Michael Holt: detonated behind him, vaporizing and putting to rest those hideous monsters. And all he could feel was.....nothing. Nothing but rage. Smartest man in the world, huh Michael? Sure lot of good that did for all those poor bastards back there. No....focus. You're not stupid, Michael. So for your own damn sake, stop pitying yourself and do your damn job! He shook his head and focused on getting to the Bat Family member's locations as his Spheres flew him at subsonic speeds, quickly reaching the area as he dispersed his Spheres, tumbling in the air before grabbing a flag pole and somersaulting off of it with ease, landing on a zombie and crushing it's head beneath his boots before he applied a single small Sphere to it's back and flipped off of it as it was teleported into deep space. The rest of his Spheres that he used for flight now sought out the zombies attacking Black Bat and Red Hood, emitting fields of electricity and firing beams of energy to sever the tendons of the monsters

Michael Holt: without severing the limbs, knowing how the monsters could "bud" with their severed limbs after witnessing it in the hospital. "Somebody call for a Super Boyscout?" He yelled out as he quickly surveyed the area for threats. -e-

It was but a second later that the maw of a zombie chomped down upon Mister Terrific’s shoulder causing the muscles and bone to crackle within his torso and arm. The hospital was full of decay, full of ROT. It was the logical place to go for help during a viral infection, but this infection wasn’t like anything the world had seen. Before Mister Terrific could defend himself three more muscular creatures grappled his arms and ripped them off before his teeth began to break apart and evolve into large sharp fangs. Mister Terrific’s skin would begin to splinter while his eyes began larger and nearly burst from his eye sockets. His skull expanded into a wad of bubbly flesh that dangled down the back of his neck. His spine grew and his legs stretched as they became bulky and muscular. His hands began skinny but held large sharp finger nails. His scream echoed through the hall before charging at a security guard to rip them apart. <c>

The Zombies surrounding Black Bat grew in mass, a fat man leapt towards her from seemingly nowhere as he came barreling down an alleyway towards her and the spider’s closing in. On top of the building, Jason would find himself surrounded by Zombies, their long arms reached out to grab his coat sleeve while their serrated claws attempted to rip into his arm. Large sharp teeth morbidly transformed from the once flat pearls they once were. Adrenaline seizure eyes with blood vessels damaged and ripped as the creatures suicidal rushed Jason with a wall of their numbers. Where was everyone else? God only knew…and well, the Zombies knew too. The scent of living tissue was wretched enough that they would seek out every last bit to destroy it and embrace it as one of death’s children.

Ralph Dibny: The dead were rising, that much was for certain. But Anton never did account for one thing....that some of the dead weren't necessarily the bad guys, and some of them have had a bit more experience with dealing with the lingering feeling, the desire, of wanting to hunt living beings. And one of those beings was around at this very moment as a arm suddenly stretched outwards from out of nowhere and tripped the zombies rushing at Jason before coiling around them and dragging them off the roof, letting them splatter and burst as the owner of that elongated arm came bounding in, fiery hair bright in the moonlight, a grin on his face, and a purple suit that looked none the worse for wear. The only difference? His eyes didn't have pupils. "My nose was twitching from miles away, so I figured there must be something going on. And wouldn't you know it? Seems like I was right to come along." The ginger detective remarked with a flashy grin as he morphed his hand into a spiked ball before -c-

Ralph Dibny: swinging it downwards at the fat man rushing at Cassandra, aiming right for his stomach to try and pop him like a big, grotesque pimple. "Before any of you ask why I'm alive, although honestly I doubt any of you even remember me, let's just say a magician friend decided to call upon my services and expertise regarding the undead." -e-

Mari McCabe: It was a life of excess. Fancy drinks like a rainbow lined every tray and gold glittered against crystal on the ceiling, antique chandeliers as old as Christ himself. And here Mari was, bored and just a tad sleepy. She kept her link on with Watchtower because, well, she was hoping for something fun to happen. Not the 'tease the bar man and let the sexy underwear model -who was totally not into women- do body shots off of her cleavage.' Not -that- sort of fun. It really wasn't that kind of party anyway. But damn, that underwear model was sexy. Mari smiled, dark red lips and bright white teeth. He, thankfully, politely smiled back. Strike three. Give up, Mari. Where was Em? She was the best wingman, Mari ever had the honor of chilling with. Mari reached out for a gold drink and eyed the lemon jaw breaker skeptically. She did not do High Fructose Corn Syrup.-c-

Mari McCabe: Whatever, Mari thought to herself, and took a sip of the bastardized champagne. Yuck. She'd only grabbed the gold drink because she was wearing her favorite Vera Wang gold mini dress and she wanted to…well, accessorize. Big mistake. Mari cringed and reached scanned the room for her friend. Bet she's got a guy on each arm by now.-F-

Erzebeth: Emily was cornered by two men who kept babbling on about something called 'politics'. What the hell did she care about other people's lives? She would much rather be somewhere more lively. "Ms. Briggs, I do believe you have the most stunning fashion sense." One of the men spoke as though he were thirty years older than the ex-model. "Oh stop it, George! You'll make me blush..." What she wouldn't give to take Mari, who was at the other end of the room, out of this Hell-hole. She would need a few shots by the end of the night. "A shame that your boyfriend couldn't make it tonight." Now they were throwing punches. "A shame yours couldn't make it either." The fiery red-head pushed her way though the crowd of snobs with ease. Her eyes were on Mari now. Nothing could have made her shuffle through the pile of tuxedos faster. "Mari!"


The party would be interrupted as screaming occurred and Zombies began mad tackling people to bite and gnaw at their flesh. A film director would find their throat ripped out, but to the spectators surprise the man would begin to metamorph into a skinny creature with a spiked spine and vertebrae. Hunching over with his arms curling closer to his chest. His lower jaw fell off and his tongue split into five different tendrils. Like a grasshopper the zombie director would leap across the room and smash its large bird like foot into a man’s skull crushing it and soon converting that man. The room had about 6 zombies and their numbers were growing by the minute.

Black Bat: More were zoning in to intervene atrociously and Cassandra's suspicion expanded in the midst of her warding off the inextinguishable creatures. Her movements were precise regardless and any physically attacks were evaded. She contemplated on eluding after joining with this Jason Todd. They needed to get away and regroup with the survivors. Muscles underneath skin-tight suit delivered harsh blows - killing blows and though the already dead entities refused to stay on the ground, she didn't like it. It was the type of hollow, nearly indescribable feeling that left her conflicted but at the bottom of her abdomen and settled back so deep, she could hardly identify it. The disturbing emotion lingered but the distraction endangered lives helped her isolate herself away from it. Though one thing she knew it conjured were the buried memories of her intent to kill; this wasn't something she enjoyed. {c}

Black Bat: Panic clashed with the iron inward barrier with celerity, but she remained phlegmatic and it kept her from becoming pallid. All the while while dexterous hands worked to aid her hacking at limbs. Portions of their grotesque body littered the floor and sprayed her with dark crimson and others black or whatever pigment their blood presented. Splotches of the substance weren't visible on her black garment but they complimented creamy peach. They'd work better together. Her gaze slid towards Jason. She wouldn't let him die. Right when Cassandra readied herself to leap she witnessed a portly, large figure barreling towards her direction. All movement ceased and she observed in light surprise while readying her katana. Chest rose and fell along with her shoulders and she raised her appendage to -- a rubber-like mace propelled towards the corpse. And its insides splattered everywhere upon impact. She closed her eyes and took this moment to leap towards the two. "They don't die." {c}

Black Bat: She informed the new male. "Who are you?" Cassandra turned her back on them to swing her blade towards the incoming horde. "We need to get out of here." Her hand reached over to grab her cellular device only to find nothing in the pouch. She scowled. She lost it earlier...The female contemplating on retrieving. Was it worth risking her life? {e}

Huntress: “Do you know, how completely and utterly sorry I am that I ever thought about wishing for zombies?” Huntress stood in the barely lit safe room in the Flower Shop of one Dinah Lance, alone. Her cape dripped with water as did her hair and she tapped her crossbow slowly against her thigh, a bolt loaded and completely and utterly useless. Outside of the door she found herself lucky to the fact that only one deformed creature had found its way into the shop through the door, but it was currently beating on the solid steel of the safe room. “Stay here, she said. It’ll be safe, she said. And then she left me.” Turning her gaze away from the door she looked to her duffle bag and rolled her eyes upwards briefly. “Not about fashion.” Grabbing her black pants and a tank top the woman peeled off her Huntress suit quickly and pulled on her civi’s before replacing the usual outfit she used for "work". -

Huntress: The bare areas on her legs left by her shorts were now covered in the tight black pants, and her stomach window was covered by her black tank top. “Bolts to the face do nothing, naturally.” Leaning down she scooped up a folded piece of metal and twisted the ends together forming a staff, tapping it against the bottom of her boot like a baseball player. “Let’s see how you take steel to the head.” Rolling her shoulders the younger woman took in a few deep breaths and opened the door, stepping to the side to allow the nastily deformed human to come in. “Hi asshole.” Pressing her lips together firmly she shoved with the end of the pole hard, and shoved the zombie into the safe room, squishing its head against the wall. Leaping out and shutting the door behind her quickly the woman spun on her heel and walked over the broken glass to the door of the flower shop. “Sorry Barbie, you’ll have a friend waiting for you when you get home.” -

Huntress: Reaching up she tapped on her communicator on the side of her mask. “I wouldn’t be opposed to anyone giving me a direction out of this freak show, Oracle? Canary? Batman?” She headed out into the rain, hands clenched tightly around the staff as she jogged towards her motorcycle.-e-

Erzebeth: Her red locks whipped around at the sound of the first scream. "That scent..." Emily had experience with that stench. Rotting flesh was what many of her foes were composed of. "Mari you might want to run. Don't let anyone touch you!" Her eyes focused on the crowd. There were six of them...no wait now seven and eight! "Not good. Save who you can and get yourself out of here! Stay away from crowds and public spaces. Mari, we're not dealing with your friendly neighborhood freaks tonight. These corpses and more importantly, the kind with the infectious bite." Emily leapt over to an elderly couple to escort them through the madness. As one of the corpses reached out for the couple her instincts kicked in. The dead body was soon on the floor with Emily's heel through its eye-socket. "Fuck that."

Jason Todd: The original plan for Red Hood had been to link up with one of the Family members who he had been talking with on the radio, and upon seeing her provide cover fire from the rooftops above. Instead? He was being hounded by zombies, eager creatures who wanted nothing more to get at his flesh. Coat was easy enough to cut into, however the red-logo baring armor under resisted claws a bit better, a good thing too as it gave Jason time to dance backward, to let his guns ring a few more times before he'd switch weapons. There was no sign that he had the weapons he wanted, however a simple thought would have the golden-hued blades coming to life in his grip. The All-Caste had armed their chosen warrior with something to fight against a darkness that was born before the sun itself; and now, now the magical weapons were the one thing he hoped would help keep his sorry ass alive long enough to get off the rooftop. -c

Jason Todd: c- Twisting about the dance would begin, right blade cleanly severing through the nearest zombie hand, left coming around to stab into a forehead before jerking up to cut its way cleanly out of the skull. The enchanted weapons were hungry for it, eager to feast upon the dark magic that had been used to bring the dead back to life. And Jason? He would continue the routine as a dance of blades, left and right working in time, working to slowly cut his path closer to the edge of the rooftop, as well as to make sure nothing came closer than to rip at his outer attire. The weapons would make sure the undead that they licked against did not get back up, or would not be able to heal from the wounds given – such was the nature of their magic. The battle would rage on until something decided to just swipe them all of the rooftop, robbing Jason of his fun slaughtering. -c

Jason Todd: c- “Whothefuck.” The words an annoyed hiss, eyes sweeping around as he realized that it was some rubber-like dude who seemed to come to the rescue all of a sudden. Brows crease into a frown, before he'd jerk from the rooftop, dropping down to grab a flagpole to slow his descent to the ground. From there he would hit the top of a car, landing in a crouch, blades ready to continue to battle as he moved toward the Black Bat who leapt her way toward him. “If you've got an escape route babe, I'm all for hearing that shit.”

(To Black Bat, Jason, and Ralph) - The group of Zombies would be destroyed giving the heroes only but a moment to react when suddenly their bodies began reforming creating large and plump worms with holey mouths with sharp mandibles and small beady eyes. Their large girth was easy enough to strike, but they wouldn’t pop so easily. These creatures were made of muscle, not necessarily blood or other bodily fluids. Their very molecule was that of dead cells amplified by more death. What Jason may have noticed, his powerful weapons had struck some zombies and they hadn’t recovered at all. Only the zombies defeated by the pistols and weapons regenerated. The large worms lashed out leaping towards Black Bat and Elongated man with a full body tackle.

Mari McCabe: "Ew, Emily! That is disgusting!" Mari exclaimed as she watched her friends gorgeous shoe penetrate an eye socket. It should have given her the willies. The walking dead was a scary enough thing in Afrika. At twelve, she'd encountered a few Zombies of her own, controlled by shamans and voodun masters of their time. Her hand reached to touch her fox totem, wondering briefly if this was anything to do with Anansi's tricks. "There's too many of them!" Mari grabbed onto her friends arm and tugged her hard. She didn't have to reach into the Red to grab any instinct of preservation, the desire to live poured into her to overflowing. Her other arm grabbed a young woman by the door to appease the need to save -someone- but Mari knew a lost cause when she saw one. "Watchtower? Fuck, I-" Mari felt a tug on the back of her dress and released the young blond woman, who was screaming at the top of her lungs.-

Mari McCabe: Her hands hardened, her nails as sharp as cougar claws, she struck the creature that lunged at them, backing herself into Emily. The blond was lost to them in a gurgling vile mess of blood and entrails. "Shit, Em. Just go, we'll be surrounded otherwise."-F-

Erzebeth: "This will have to do then! Tuck and roll gramps!" Without thinking she hurled the couple through a glass window hoping they'd be able to flag down their car. "Shit they need to lay off the crab cakes." Emily dashed outside while holding Mari's arm. "I'm going to close off those doors. What's been done is done. Anyone else can get out the window." Her red hair bounced as she walked over to a silver Lamborghini with nice rims--but that didn't matter. The vampyress picked up the car with her bare hands and walked it over to the doors. "Mari watch my legs!" The last thing an ex-model needed on her legs was an infectious zombie bite mark. Now she dropped the car in front of the doors with a small grunt. She had picked up heavier things, but certainly not in heels and a fucking dress. "Problem one...solved..."

Vixen’s heart rate began to pick up and Emily could hear it as loud as the screams in the room….. ~MARI MCCABE…THE PARLIAMENT OF LIMBS IS CALLING UPON YOU! IN THIS DARK HOUR, WE NEED YOU…SAY YES TO OUR OFFER AND WE CAN SAVE YOU…~ If Mari were to say ‘Yes’ she would feel herself suddenly empowered with Feline capabilities far more equivalent to ‘Cheetah’ except without such a dramatic transformation. Her nails would feel sharper, the world around her would begin to slow down, her senses would sky rocket allowing her to sense the single flailing of an arm in her direction. Like a caged animal she would immediately sense the feeling of being trapped; no animal liked this feeling. Her eyes would be the biggest outward change as her human eyes would evolve into feline eyes. This transformation would also grant her immunity to the Zombie’s conversion methods, but this knowledge wouldn’t be revealed until she bled.

Mari McCabe: "You sound really fuckin' different, Watchtower!" Mari said as she kicked the spindly well dressed zombie reaching hungrily for Emily's legs. Wouldn't blame it, the girl had gams. But something was wrong, so wrong. The Red filled her with it's thunderous noise, or was that her heartbeat? Life, the beat of life. "Emily?" Mari's voice was soft and scared. Her outward nonchalance fell away to something small and terrified. She knew this voice, heard it sometimes in her dreams. And now it was giving her something to cling to. She didn't remember moving her lips to consent, but The Parliament of Limbs could hear her and her body began the change. Shit. She felt awesome. She pulled a man from the window, when she saw that he'd been bitten, she tossed him back in. "Okay, enough of that noise." Her voice was a little gruff. "We need to get up high!"-F-

Black Bat: The nickname was dismissed though it confused her. Perhaps if the duo met at a different time and not in the midst of utter chaos, she'd have addressed it. Her only focus revolved around the quivering, restructuring, and freshly morphing insects. Cassandra's gaze never wavered from the zombies though smooth fleshy tiers parted to announce her opinion. "We have couple of options." She inclined her cranium towards the 'elongated man' in both greeting and appreciation for his help. "We can hack our way through the alleyway or jump roof top to roof top and lose them." She angled the handle against base of her palm while digits from the other hand coiled tightly along the bridge. "Or we can see if he can take us out of here with his...ability." Flesh strained over her toned but slender body and she manipulated the position to force the blade through layers of muscles at the coming worms. {c}

Black Bat: "There's a sewer couple feet from us, but I don't believe that's a good idea seeming that they poured out and through the walls. Black Bat planted her heel against its body and shoved it back. The straw-like body barely budged but Cass was already getting ready for another round. She attempted to penetrate its head before staggering backwards. "We can't afford to lead them to the survivors. Our priority is to stop or retreat successfully." She then turned to Ralph. "I've already contacted Batman. He resides near the Arkham Asylum, and he ordered us to gather the survivors and get over there. Helena, Zatanna, and the others are working on rescuing/defending." They were running out of time. She peered back towards an opening. {e}

Erzebeth: Something was off about Mari. Her heart rate had gone up since she called for the Watchtower. "Sounds like a plan. Are you alright though? I can hear your heart thumping faster than Barry and I--Are you alright?" That last part needed to be cut short. Had Mari been bitten? "Tell me the truth Mari. If you're bitten I can try and save you, but if it's something else...I'll do my best anyway." Emily didn't want to get distracted in front of the horror house. Maybe it was stupid of her to care so suddenly. "We should start walking before the rest of them get here. They don't have a heart beat but I can hear their footsteps. Let's hurry."

Batman responded to Huntress’ “Head to Arkham Asylum…The Batbunkers along the way should be safe, so long as no one leaves the doors open for the Zombies to get inside. Their leader is Anton Arcane…Avoid him at all costs…I barely got Talia out alive.I haven’t heard from Black Bat, if you want to check on her, she was by the Amusement mile according to the Batcomputer.”

Huntress: Through the pouring rain the woman listened to Batman’s communication and bit back a few choice responses ranging from panicked to sarcastic as she yanked her keys from one of the pouches on her belt. “Arkham is a safe house? Who would have thought.” Okay, so she managed to bite back most of the responses as she slung a leg over the side of her motorcycle and started it up, placing the staff in a holder on the side of her bike. “As much as I’m clearly interested in the well being of Talia Al Ghul, what about Canary, did she make it there?” She hated riding in the pouring rain, and spinning the bike around she shot out of the side alley and headed towards Amusement mile, crouching down low as her cape snapped out behind her. Anton Arcane, Helena was fairly certain that she had never heard that name before, and she would be just fine never hearing it again.


Mari McCabe: "No!" She denied quickly. "I haven't had a mouth on me since New Years… Okay, last week, but it was a body shot thing and you were there!" She was different, she felt really strange. No, not strange, very natural in her skin, much more so than she'd ever felt before. Her tiny little gold dress didn't feel like it could hold her in and she tugged at a torn edge as she walked hurriedly with Emily. "Thanks but Um…Anyway, I think my powers would be revoked if I were, you know…Undead." Well, that was an awkward way to say no to…Whatever the redhead had in mind. Her vampirism was a topic they joked about, but she'd never spoken to her about it seriously and now was certainly not the time. She'd noticed that her nails were…odd. She'd had claws before, talons, heavy elephant feet, but when she didn't reach into the Red, they were gone. Her nails were -still- sharp. And her eyes…She could see everything. She needed to get up high. She knew that Emily could fly and reached for her arm,-

Mari McCabe: "I don't want to get cutoff by a horde, let's find the best path to safety." She found the soaring ability of a red-tailed hawk and took off to the sky above the buildings, just enough so that she could see which streets were safe and who might need them.-F-

Erzebeth: The vampyress took off after Mari. Changing costume sounded like a good idea though time was of the essence. "No word from your pals at the JLA?" Emily wondered if Barry was alright.

“Black Canary is there, coordinating efforts to fortify the island. Be cautious approaching the island from the south, approaching from the North would be safer. As far as I know, the zombies aren’t just in Gotham…they’re everywhere. We’re looking at a world wide spread of whatever this is. Going through the amusement mile should place you at a safe angle to approach the island from the North. Also, Downtown Gotham is where Arcane is currently terrorizing. Heading North, you’ll easily evade him.”

Huntress: “Be cautious? You almost sound like you’re concerned for my safety.” She drifted the bike around a corner and hit the accelerator, activating her detective vision momentarily to make sure there were no walking corpses in her path before flicking it off. “If I get turned into a brain eating zombie, I’m coming for you first.” It was said in jest and she reached up, cutting off the communication and buckling down more on the motorcycle as the rain pelted her. “I’m perfectly okay with getting a real car at some point in time. A Batmobile, can’t I get one of those? Do you have any idea how cold this outfit gets in the wintertime when all you’re driving is a motorcycle?” Huntress spoke to herself to keep away the slight feelings of panic of being basically alone in zombie infested Gotham. “Karen, what I wouldn’t give for you to drop in for a visit.” She muttered as she entered Amusement Mile.

Erzebeth: "As far as I can tell, Watchtower is dealing with the situation on its own." Mari said with a frown. Poor Emily was probably worried sick about her Bear-Bear. "That asshole's probably late to the zombie apocolypse." Or not. She was good with her poker-face. Of course the red-head was scared. If she wasn't dead inside she'd be bawling. Mari kept Emily going. A friend like that could keep even the most freakish of monsters tame. "Don't you think we should help some of those people?" Mari shrugged. Stopping to help was risky, but maybe it was worth it. Their teamwork could at least provide them with enough offense. "Let's start with somewhere small. That drug-store seems like the best start."

Jason Todd: Ground level, soaking wet, dealing with a stranger who could readily stab him in the back, zombies, and worse of all – a member of the Family that Jason was an estranged part of, at best. This just wasn't his night, and dammit if that didn't just drive the Red Hood's temper higher. From the car he worked toward Black Bat, Batgirl, whatever Batman was calling his female members anymore, All-Blades held ready and often snapping out at anything that came too close. “Sewers are out.” He'd dismiss right away, letting his gaze sweep around the place, the scanner in his helmet picking up some dirty traffic though nothing he could hone in on – which only told him it was probably Batman, as if it were normal government communications his device would have easily broken through. Calvary? Fuck, at that point Todd would have almost welcome seeing Tim or Dick come zooming in, and would outright welcome Damian's company at his side. -c

Jason Todd: c- Flesh, bodies, worms, all of it was being watched carefully, observed as Jason readied himself for whatever trouble would come from...Well shit, at this point the ex-Robin was pretty sure the Earth itself was spawning things to kill them with. 'Whoever is responsible for this shit is going to get a bullet to the nuts.' The thought was at the back of his head, body moving forward as Cassandra dealt with one of the two large worms that had decided to attack them. “Hungry little fucks, aren't they?” He'd call, blades jerking forward tothe body as she kicked it off, aiming to add his wound to the list, before he'd spin around toward the second, trying to cut in into a clean three-body worm as a 'thank you' for the rubbery man that had come to save him from the slaughtering of undead. -c

Jason Todd: c- The All-Caste member had indeed noticed that his weapons seemed to wound for good, and even keep down some of those that he had gotten his hands on. “Thank you Ducra for teaching me this shit.” He'd hiss out before turning, gaze resting on the two. “If you've got a grappling gun, we need to head roofside.” He'd state, eyes squining just a bit. Was that...Lights? “Any reports of these things driving?” He'd ask, already starting to back at an angle toward the side of the street, just in case. “Because we have incoming.”

In the drug store there were people cowering, hopping for the nightmare to end. There were only three people hiding inside it, their heart beats hidden only behind the heavy wooden door. The people were talking about how they hope someone finds them to save them. Mari would be able to tap into her red powers and create wings for herself and muster the strength to carry Emily. Her powers to The Red gave her a vast amount of capabilities.

Ralph Dibny: The stretchable sleuth flew out his sledgehammer fists, smashing several zombies into pulp while various points of his body shot out in sharp spikes, puncturing tendons and eyes and various other soft things belonging to other zombies to cripple them, even if for a few moments, but even he could tell this was a battle that was already lost, simply by the fact that there seemed to be no end to the undead! "They're more ravenous than me when my wife's cooking chili!" He shouted as he swung his fist, smashing it into a zombie about to pounce the young Hood. "Grappling gun? I got something a lot better than that, kids. Hold on tight!" He grabbed the collars of the two with his out-stretched arms as he shot upwards, one long leg reaching up onto a building as his other leg snapped upwards like a rubberband so it wouldn't get chewed on like gum by the Rot minions. "You said you contacted Batman? Good. And I can see his logic about going to the Asylum. I doubt these zombies are going to be -c

Ralph Dibny: deterred by an ocean, but the way I see it, there's two somebodies over at that loony bin that can definitely be an aid to us. I can get us there faster than going on foot by walking across the rooftops, but I'm going to have to ask you to trust me for it. And another thing....if Anton Arcane sees me, I'm dead. But if that happens, I -am- going to throw you, and hope to god that you'll be able to get away. And....even if that doesn't help...maybe the fall will kill you instantly, instead of the torture Anton Arcane can cause you." He said solemnly, his voice losing it's mirth. "What do you kids say? Want to kiss the sky before we might all die?" -e-

Erzebeth: Emily leapt down from Mari's arms when they were close enough to the store. "I can hear three of them. That door won't be enough protection. We should get them to a roof. I can carry two of them." Emily looked around hoping that no glimpse of any creature would be caught. "Open the door! We're coming to get you! Take what you need and make it quick!" Mari stood at the door to communicate with those inside. Emily continued to survey the area. She didn't want to risk staying on the ground for long. "We're not bitten!" The door opened slowly. As if a wooden door could stop the two. "I don't suppose any of you three have weapons?" Emily said while looking at a man holding a pair of scissors. "Don't worry. We're going to do our best to help. I just hope you're not afraid of heights."

The Civilians came to Mari and Emily as it was clear they were worried and panicked. They had grabbed their own bags filled with brief supplies they snatched from the store. “I guess watching those zombie survival movies have paid off…” The counter man said while the pharmacist rolled their eyes. “We’re not out of this yet. I’m a pharmacist, surely I can be help to whatever survivors there are.” It was now a large skeletal like Zombie appeared in the doorway causing one of the people to scream. “Ones blocking the door!” Its long Ant like pinchers inside its mouth snapped a few times as it began reaching long muscular arms towards Mari to attack warrior for the red. The zombie seemed almost fixated upon her as it single mindedly went to attack her alone.

Black Bat: She watched the suddenly gone limp body crumple to the floor in an ugly heap and Cassandra waited for it to come back alive all the while aiding with the other coming creature. She grit her teeth. "They are..." Her gaze snapped back to the smoke elevating from downtown; the main cause of this catastrophe. At the mention of grappling guns, the alert ex-assassin reached for it. Until the stretchy, 'optimistic' male claimed to have something better. Before she knew it, she was being ensnared and every muscle in her body went rigid. Hand tense in case he decided to finish them off. His identity was unknown after all. He couldn't be trusted. Though, she made no attacks. The moment Jason mentioned someone's arrival, the light caught her attention. She narrowed her lids. There was an audible beeping coming from her lost and nearly crushed device. "That might be back up or a survivor." Cassandra remarked. She did turn to Ralph again and his words seem to lighten her expression. {C}
Black Bat: Even if she was wary of the man. "Always wanted to fly again." Her composure returned. "You're going to make it out alive, just don't be seen. Whoever you are." She'd then point towards the coming figure. "Let's go meet them covertly, and if they're an enemy, we'll capture the person." {e}

Huntress: “Well isn’t this a bright and cheery place.” Slowing down the bike Huntress looked left then right down the main street of amusement mile eyes squinting through the dark to see if she could locate anyone to no avail through the darkness and rain. There was nothing likeable about Amusement Mile. Riding down the road a bit more the woman keep her eyes and ears sharp only to run over a corpse that decided to tangle in the wheel well of her bike. A short cry of surprise as the motorcycle jumped forward, ass over front and she bailed out, kicking it to the side and landing in a tuck and roll position onto the pavement as the bike crashed to the ground. “For fuck’s sake.” The young woman breathed out the words quietly and stood straight quickly, hands coming up defensively for an attack that didn’t come. “What in the hell?” Walking back towards her downed bike she looked at some severely squashed corpses and reached out, snatching her staff from the side of it. -

Huntress: “Did the Hulk come barreling through or something?” Spinning the metal between her fingers she looked around once again before turning her gaze upwards and flicked on her detective vision once again, to see through the rain better. Unfortunately she was standing too close to the building and couldn’t see the three on the roof as she turned in a slow circle. “Great choice, going for Amusement mile.” She said to herself sarcastically and grabbed her compact crossbow with her left hand, holding the staff in her right. It couldn’t kill those creatures, but it could slow them down.-e-

Erzebeth: Mari leapt into the air just before the pincers snapped. Her instincts kicked in all of a sudden. Without a single thought she gave one slash of her talon-like nails right across the zombie's face. Once it was distracted her other hand went in for the kill. Mari punctured through what was left of the zombie's skull a few times just to double-tap. "Oh that is so gross." The scent of rotted flesh left a sickening feeling in the pit of Mari's stomach. Emily was used to it. She threw her friend some anti-bacterial soap from a shelf. "I'd say that's our sign to go." The red-head used her telekinesis to pack the rest of the bags. "Mari you take the first one or two up. I'll watch your back while I fill these up."

The first slash from Mari’s hand caused the zombie’s face to tear, its flesh and muscle ripped from its skull leaving bastardized inside of its head, when their second blow came at it like a Harpy Eagle causing its head to explode. As it fell backwards it’s hands twitched before reaching out to grab Mari’s ankle, no doubt her avian like instincts would twitch and flail as any bird would with its talon pinched by someone’s grasp. The Zombie would swing to throw Mari down an aisle until her body smashed into a shelf of hair products. The zombie’s head regrew and it charged at her slashing its claws at the shelf next to it causing it to crumble and hurl debris at Mari.

Erzebeth: "Oh hell no!" Emily stepped in to stop the debris. The many that she stopped were hurled back using her telekinetic ability. "I was afraid one of you would have that ability...I'd love to set you on fire, but there's nothing worse than a walking and burning zombie." Mari leapt over Emily to give a slash to the zombie's neck. While that part would take a while to grow back she managed to signal for the three others to make it to the roof of the store instead of out of the building. "I've got your back!" Emily took hold of a flourescent lightbulb using her telekinesis. The bulb was around four feet long and a good two to four pounds. She ran as fast as she could with the bulb hoping it wouldn't shatter once it made contact with the zombie's new arriving head.

Red Hood: You know, there were few things that Jason Todd disliked more than people getting grabby hands, one of those was when some stranger decided to grab him up and put him into a situation that could be right dangerous. Eyes drift toward the Black Clad female, wondering just which of the Family she was, and if he had intel on her already. Still, for the time being, there was bigger matters at hand. From the rooftop it was easy enough to hear the sound of someone wiping out a bike, and if he heard it, no doubt the flesh hungry creatures below could hear. Body shifts, and as soon as they were on the rooftop he was trying to get free; and if Ralph wasn't careful that would mean the enchanted All-Blades swiping at the man's fingers and wrists. "Are you both fucking stupid?" Hood was upset, and his voice did little to hide it. "If you're some walking talking target, and this fucker knows who the threats are in Gotham, all three of us bundling together in a giant would just be asking to die." -c

Red Hood: c- Tactically speaking there was no logic in the move, and if even Todd could figure that out... Well it didn't matter. Once on the rooftop he would begin to move toward the edge of it, masked eyes sweeping the ground below. "Besides, last I checked it was the Family's job to save the fuckers in this city, and if you are all going to run on the rooftops to safety, I guess I'll be the one helping the women and children." It was the last thing he'd say before hoisting himself over the edge of the rooftop, blades crossed above his head to catch a flag pole, to bend it down before he'd drop to the ground below in a roll. Eyes were sweeping, eager to find how many of the undead were between him and whoever had wiped out a bit farther away.

Ralph Dibny: The ductile detective smiled at Cass's seeming acceptance of the gravity of the situation, and in fact held a grin for Jason's fiery attitude. That is, until Jason took it upon himself to plunge in deep to enemy territory. But...he knew he couldn't waste time. "Girly, I know you're probably thinking the same thing too, but trust me, we can't help these guys. The only, and I mean only way to save them is to stop it right at the source. Otherwise, all we're doing is making everyone's death longer and more miserable. We can't waste time trying to prevent the inevitable, but that kid's swords seem to be able to slay the bastards, so we -need- to get him on board. Stick close to me, they can't bite through my skin, and try to see if you can't convince him to see some sense. Failing that....knock him upside the head and put him on my back, because every second we waste, Anton will grow stronger." He remarked with a cold gravity as he sprinted off the roof, condensing himself into a ball -c-

Ralph Dibny: as he smashed into a crowd of ghouls, limbs flying around in the form of sledgehammers and maces, crushing bones and flattening bodies rather than severing and maiming. -e-

Huntress: The crossbow came up as she turned on her heel, wet cape smacking against her thighs as she leveled it at the noise that had clearly come from not far. At first she felt a familiar skip of her heart as she saw a red emblem and then there was relief. No, not him. Anywhere was better than being in Gotham right now. The rain obstructed too much, the dark seeming endless for her to get a good look, but anyone coming off of a roof top in this city either meant friend or foe. “Nice night for a walk.” Yeah, that’s all she could think of saying before her staff came up and she swung it like a one armed baseball swing, cracking one of the deformed people across the head and sending them sprawling. Taking a few steps forwards towards the figure she suddenly jumped back, blue eyes cutting towards the commotion of something strange hitting the ground. “Oh now what in the hell is this?”



Black Bat: She shot Jason a hard stare. "We're useless if we end up dead." She peered up at Ralph. "No suicide." Cassandra repeated. The female was thinking about less to do with height and more to do with the range and the support that it needs to get all four of them across to the civilians she rescued. Of course, AFTER they confront the coming person surreptitiously so that they have an idea with who they're dealing with. Or at least that was her plan. The other was too close for it to be possible. And as for their remark, they wouldn't be able to save anyone if they made the wrong decision. Wrong step. Wrong breath. Wrong blink. Without notifying them further, Cassandra ducked low and sunk into the shadows towards the female's direction. Whether they intended to follow or stay or escape was ultimately their decision. A sharp inaudible inhale to keep her through the way - she was holding it. {c}

Black Bat: Cassandra went through the obstacles of limbs and teeth before her grip tightened around the batrope. She tightened it around a lamp streetlight and glided towards Helena and landed on an advancing zombie. {e}

Elongated man was a genius and understood Batman’s plan better than his own student, but did Batman know Red Hood had powerful weapons to combat the undead? Probably not, but did that affect Anton’s plan? No. Anton knew about Superheroes, Superman, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman…He wasn’t worried because no matter what they did death would follow. And no matter what they tried, someone would be caught in the wake of his destruction…Screams of agony and torture rang out through the air as the ground trembled. One of Anton’s creations was roaming. A flesh aberration with metal 8 foot long fence posts caging his stomach together. Patchwork stitches sewed his limbs and flesh to its bone. Sharp jagged teeth from its mouth <c>

Along with muscular legs that crushed the rumble beneath it. The zombie champion was charged with collecting souls to be devoured by Anton himself, and so he roamed Gotham, snatching up those who thought they could hide. He wasn’t armed with any weapons, but he didn’t need to as the control for magic surged within it. His hands held large and sharp claws meant for snatching people, they were flexible when needed, stern when required. The facial appearance molded after his nemesis, Swamp Thing, with a pyramid shaped mouth line peaking at the nostrils, and ending on either side of his chin. Large needles poked out of his body for what purpose only one could imagine.

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Red Hood: Red Hood really had no idea what Batman was planning, and given his relationship with the Dark Knight it probably would not have come as a surprise that he wasn't playing nice. Down to the ground he went, the All-Blades flashing in that golden light, dancing like twin stars in the rain amongst limbs and bodies. They were dead already and there was no helping them, Todd was aware, but the living were still out there and he wasn't going to be the type to give up on helping, give up on the women and children he was known to protect. Jaw was clenched, blue eyes were flashing in gold with each stroke of the blade as he made his way to the figure that had approached. "Really fucking nice out. Sorry I'm not your boytoy." If there was one member, besides Damian, of the Family that Todd knew it was Huntress. She was a lot like him, a person who knew the way the streets work, knew that Batman's ideals weren't exactly perfect for Gotham. Even if she wasn't as bad off as the broken ex-Robin. -c

Red Hood: c- The Rubber Man seemed busy being a bunch of different weapons, sweeping aside whatever creatures were in his wake. "Holy shit." The words left in a whisper as the man realized he wasn't the first to Huntress's side. Nope, a shadow had beaten him, a shadow in the shape of a bat. "So Shadow Bat, you know your way around a blade?" He'd call, already forming an idea on how to double their attack power, and perhaps get the woman with the crossbow to a more safe rooftop location to further plan out whatever scheme was cracking in the minds of Batman's puppets.

Ralph Dibny: The elastic man was like a dervish, a whirlwind of limbs that swept away the monsters swarming the streets.....but then the next monstrosity came into view, something that chilled him to the bone, and something that he knew would kill them all...unless someone served to distract it. He stepped in front of the huge monstrosity, his body still and in it's original shape as he looked up at it. "You know, I've seen a lot of ugly things in my time, but I've never quite met something that made me actually feel bad that it existed. Unfortunately for you, I may be made out of plastic, but I'm no plastic surgeon. That won't stop me from rearranging your face, however." He remarked with a smirk as his legs extended and his body ballooned, adding weight and size to himself until he matched the monstrosity in height, one hand shifting into a heavy morningstar as the other transitioned into a brass-knuckled fist as he stepped forward and collided with the beast, engaging it in a futile wrestling -c

Ralph Dibny: match where he knew he would be the loser, but it would all be worth it if it meant those other young heroes got to safety and more importantly, got to Arkham. -e-

Black Bat: Black hair matted to her face, soaked from the unrelenting and merciless rain that so happened to perfectly match the unprecedented occurrence. The putrid smell of copper marred her ability to smell anything other and this massacre made her uneasy at best. The same substance coating her was both scuttling into her garment and streaming towards the ground with the help of precipitation. Each controlled swing and cautiously-aimed attack was done inaudibly and the taciturn female took a moment to answer him. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, careful to keep the hazardous content away. An abrupt pause in which a set of keen eyes glided towards his direction. "Yes." She lifted her katana. "I can work with various weapons." Then a structured scowl developed over her visage as her gaze penetrated the seemingly glowing blades of his. "The dead you've killed aren't coming back unlike my fatal blows. {c}

Black Bat: Why is that?" Cassandra angled her wrist to gesture the tip of the weapon towards the limp bodies he's hacked away at since the beginning of the battle. Multiple questions arose. It wasn't quite the way he was slaughtering the creatures; she's already tried to duplicate his movement...thus why she suspected it was the strange duos in his dexterous hands. She peered back towards Helena to check if she was in good condition. It's been a while since she last saw her. It wasn't the most pleasant encounter but she was an extremely significant ally. And without another word, the sudden short-lived but incessant tremors of the ground between breaks radiated. Pulsing. Before she could predict what it was, she witnessed Ralph in her peripheral vision enlarge. Turning around, her brow twitched. They had more company. And this time, it wasn't another Huntress. "..." {e}

Black Canary: The Black Canary was jogging across one of the walkways that boarded the entrance, boots splashing in water on the cement, her yellow rain jacket she had gotten from a nice police officer was flaring behind her. she went to one of the guard towers up there and pulled her hood back. She gave a nod for a greeting to the five men who were holding up the post there. They were just staring at her. she gives a cough. "My eyes are up here boys..." she gave them a dangerous glare. When they all straightened out she smirked. "Now that that is out of the way... It looks like you all have the guns and amuniation that was alotted you." one of the guys huffed at that. "I know it isn't a lot. But if we are trying to get more. and remember don't shoot if you don't have to, we are trying to conserve for now. These things take more than one head shot. <c>

Black Canary: We are finishing moving the asylum's transport vehiclies to help shore up the entrance and create more barriers they have to go through. We are about to tip a bus, so that is what the commotion will be. After that, we will put this entrance on shutdown, you will be locked in. Keep your radios to your dedicated frequency and we will be in touch. I have checked the other posts already. so I will help with this bus and then I have to check the main build next. If you have any questions, now will be a good time for them." she paused for questions then interrupted. "Do you boys have your provisions and bedding so you can eat and nap during shifts? You're gonna be here awhile." <d>

Huntress: Rain was better without thunder and lightning, it wouldn’t make her tense up, it wouldn’t make her wish she was elsewhere, indoors and probably hiding under something (though zombie like creatures gave her that feeling too a bit), but the woman would have given a pinky or something for a flash of lightning to light up the area. How in the hell could anyone see properly out here? There was another sound she recognized, the sounds of a cape flapping and a dark figure coming towards her. Batgirl. Well, all in all she ended up the lucky one. Metal staff was knocked against the base of her boot lightly, her body feeling a bit heavier with the downpour of rain, and she was pretty sure that water had managed to snake its way into her boots, but she had two members of the bat family who were rather notorious for being damn good at what they did. “Fancy meeting you here.” -

Huntress: She said to the shorter woman then turned her eyes back to Red Hood, parting her lips to say something else then slowly looking back over her shoulder as she heard a new noise all together. Crouching down, she rested a kneepad on the street below her, eyes looking downward to watch the water tremble from whatever had made that noise. “Is it too much to ask for a script rewrite? Dinosaurs instead of zombies? I think I could handle a T-Rex.” This was going to be a seriously shitty night. -e-

Looker: Mari and Emily were still trapped at the drug store with the three civilians. A large skeletal looking creature towered over the two fashion idols. "Mari, I can try to pin him to the ground, but we're going to need a distraction." The civilians crouched behind aisles of candy and over the counter medication. "What about us?!" Looker turned her head for a split second while distracted by the voice. The creature knocked her back into the counter. "Em!" Mari let out a small growl before slashing at the arm of the skeletal creature. As Looker picked herself up she hissed. "Dammit, Em! This is one time you're not supposed to stand there and look pretty!" The red-head grinned before picking up a few brooms from behind the counter. She easily snapped the bases off with her heel. "Mari keep him busy!" Vixen leapt on the monster's shoulder to give him a quick swipe to the neck. "Fine but I can't be his cat toy for too long!" -c-

Looker: Looker snuck between the legs of the monster while his attention was still on Mari. Just as the cat-like model removed her claws from the monster's shoulder Emily plunged one of the metal poles into the foot of the creature. "Stay put!" A second pole was tossed to Vixen who caught it in mid-air. "I've got the next one!" The second pole made a large snapping noise as it was inserted into the decaying tissue. Emily knew that sound all too well from her previous experiences with the undead. "Now let's see if Mister tall, dark, and gruesome will go down easy." The duo leapt into the air with the remaining poles hoping to force them directly into the skull. -e-

Red Hood: To Red Hood the rain wasn't that big of an issue, clothing made not to hold the liquid too badly and his entire face was encased in his hood; meaning that the liquid didn't run along his hair, or into his eyes. Right then though that was for the better, as those blue eyes were set upon a large lumbering figure, as well as the rubber-ish being that was rushing to engage it. “Stupid fucking...” Hissed out in annoyance. It would have been easier to flee, to get the hell away and let the creature engage the zombies on the streets, or continue to lumber along until they had a proper plan. Oh well, not much Hood could do about it at that point. “My blades are made to cut down shit of dark magic. Guess they work great on zombies.” Body twists as he speaks, cutting down another of the creatures, before twisting the right blade around flat against his arm to defend against an eager mouth. “Good for defense too.” -c

Red Hood: c- Twinge of laughter in his voice, the sound one of a man who was trying to keep his cool, to not give into his own blood rage as well as the fear that something beyond them had come to his home, his city. “Shift around a bit, swap me that katana for one of my blades.” They wouldn't be as powerful in the female Bat's hands, but their edges would continue to kill zombies – just all the neat features were his alone to command. Working his way around Huntress, careful he didn't get in the way and get shot, he would try to swap weapons with the Black Bat. One All-Blade in favor of normal metal. Why? Jason's style was based on two weapons, and even if one wasn't good for killing blows he could at least not lose his skill and finish off with his remaining magical weapon. “Huntress, you know, I think I'd rather not deal with a fucking Dinosaur. Those bitches are faster...” -c

Red Hood: c- Still like it or not staying on the street level was a losing battle. If Black Bat took his sword he would move toward the rooftops, trying to clear a path. “I know tongues like to wag with girl talk and shit, but let's save that. Move, Owl, time to get our asses to the rooftops.” Hopefully the water-logged women would be moving as well, because Red Hood had no want to be on the ground playing with zombies if and when Big Mr. Nasty fell upon them.

The Blood Golem smashed its claw into a building and wiggled its fingers about the inside, people began screaming as the claws latched and pulled them into the creature’s mouth. Its gaping maw opened and swallowed the people forcing them into its large gated stomach, a prison where many civilians were screaming, calling for help as blood poured down onto them from inside the creature’s large belly. Its large foot stomped down easily smashing a pickup truck. The Golem’s attention would shift spotting Elongated, Huntress, Red Hood, and Batgirl. As they seemed acquainted, Elongated Man would be the first to step forward. “Lets put things into proper scale!” Elongated man’s size suddenly grew as his body stretched and became larger and stepped closer, naturally the monster swung its massive claw to slash, its speed was something Elongated man didn’t anticipate for its massive size it was very fast and its claw ripped Elongated Man’s chest forcing causing him to bleed out <C>

Elongated would collapse onto the ground groaning when the golem’s right hand lifted and launched a large meat hook that stabbed into Elongated man’s chest displaying a large chain attached to the meat hook. Yanking it back the chain brought the hero to the Golem’s face where it bite off the man’s face and then left him for dead on the ground. The Golem’s gaze shifted towards Remaining Red Hood, Huntress, and Batgirl. <c>

At Arkham Asylum, the police and soldiers gathering there managed to hold back the zombie forces approaching, the Police Commissioners Squad car arrived except the Commissioner wasn’t inside it. Officer Montoya and Bullock leapt out of it. “Geez, it’s the Walking Dead out there and guns aren’t nearly as effective here as they are in that show!” Bullock complained as they reached the main building and its line of officers. “Where the Hell is the bat?” Once inside both detectives spotted Black Canary. “Whose this? Lady Blackhawk?” Bullock waved a dismissive hand as he saw Black Canary giving orders, Rene elbowed Bullock’s stomach. “That’s Black Canary…” She approached Canary, her gaze hardened like a soldier, her uniform had her own blood splattered on it, but she still walked prideful. “What’s the situation? Who’s in charge?”

In the store, The skeletal avatar felt Vixen charge at him and promptly he picked up her by the waist, its cackling of bones could be heard as their pieces ground against each within its frame. It felt something stab into its foot and simply lifted its foot to break the pole. The skeleton would squeeze Vixen’s torso attempting to burst it like a pimple as its attention was completely focused on her.

[Batman]

Toshio Eto: The screams of the dying and the scent of carnage drifted through the wind, particularly, in a small antique store somewhere in Gotham's crime-corrupted version of Chinatown as a man sat on his knees in front of a stand holding his robes, his sword on his lap as he slowly caressed over it. "So. It appears events are accelerating beyond what I would have hoped. Anton Arcane once more darkens the winds and poisons the skies." He slowly rose up and pulled on the robes, reminiscing on more innocent days in the past. Back when being a superhero meant puns and silly villains and...well, it was mainly just for fun and publicity, something to put a smile on people's faces during the stressful environment of the Cold War. Now....now things like Anton existed, and Toshio Eto, formerly known as Samurai, was beginning to hear voices in the wind he once trusted so dearly, voices belonging to something that only identified itself as.....The Parliament of Vapors. The man slowly walked out from the -c

Toshio Eto: dusty back of the antique store, three of the horrifying beasts already having broken into his humble store as the middle-aged Japanese man narrowed his eyes, hand gripping his katana before drawing it more quickly than his age would have suggested as a sudden wind gusted out from behind him, sharp as any blade as it sliced at the tendons of the zombies and dropped them to the ground. Wasting no time in ensuring they were dead, which he had the good feeling that such an exercise would be pointless, he quickly stepped forward and allowed the wind to levitate him off the ground as he flew out the window and towards the sky, his forehead straining in focus as he tried to amplify the air around him, bringing in the voices of the city and trying to pick out ones that sounded like those in authority. Those he could help. -e-

Black Bat: Cassandra's bosom rose and fell while the urge to be inconspicuous tempted her to resume a crouched position as well. Unfortunately enough, they were being cornered by the remaining animated corpse on the other side. If this kept up...Her attention was divided by her fighting still remained sufficient. With the different selection of entities she's encountered that day alone, who knows what other grotesque, nearly-immortal creature roamed except for Sinister himself. Images of the small crowd she rescued flashes. From what she collected, the various body structure of their enemies allowed them to reach higher areas. How many of them could climb, fly, use any assortment of webs, etc? The people tied to the tower could readily be ripe fruits ready to be plucked. A sudden sense of urgency surged. The inside of her abdomen coiled in tension. "We need to get to the citizens. Now." Hesitance was followed by the sudden offer he extended. The exchange of weapons. She thinned her lips. {c}

Black Bat: It'd be better if both of them were killing them off - for good. And as much as it held some value to her, she was sure one of the pair proved to be just as essential to him. A stern nod. They'd swap, she flipped the elongated blade and punctured the cement with it before taking his. It was warm to the touch and of course, lighter. Cassandra then leaped in place with the a light lean towards the sprinting zombie. Elbow bent, her appendage jerked to the side and propelled her hand towards its head. She rammed the newly acquired blade dead betwixt its eye sockets. It crumbled towards the ground. Right then, her gaze rose and met the malevolent Golem severing the front side of Ralph's visage. The strained, bloody coercion of flesh departing from flesh revealed an underlying shade of lighter pigment that protested in its tension-induced threaded state; it snapping and liquefied with the rest of its severely bleeding mound of mutilated skin...{c}

Black Bat: Extreme panic gripped her by the throat, preventing her from breathing momentarily, and Cassdandra took couple of rushed steps forward towards the monster. Her brows drew together and her composure snapped. "Jason!" Warning him. Turning around, she doubled over and discarded the bile that's been welling. Bottling. She was killing and witnessed murder. The nausea remained upon her holding back, but it wasn't the time to be vulnerable right now. She re-collected herself for the time being. Ralph was gone. Pure animosity held her still and she met the Golem's gaze with seething rancor. No fear just pure intent. A promising stare. They needed to escape and formulate a plan. She turned to fall behind Helena. {e}

Black Canary: Black Canary was looking over over some plans written by an elegant hand. They were eerily merticulous and listed at least 3 back up strategies. There were also annotations written in a snarled hand, some of them being jokes and nasty critques. She felt bad for the woman and her other personality she had that made her so dangerous and brilliant at the same time, but she was impressed. She tapped her earpiece to check in with someone who was helping coordinate all the posts. She smiled as she saw Rene come over to her. "Hello Officer Montoya." she nodded at Bullock. "Officer Bullock." she focused back on Rene, smirking seeing the blood. "It looks like you have had your share of zombie's already. Glad to see you showed them what Gotham is capable of! As for who's in charge, you're looking at her." she smirked. "The situation is we are harboring a lot of citizens here in the lower high security levels. Everything above is to protect them and keep them safe. (c)

Black Canary: There has been enough provisions brought in to keep them comfortable down there for a good long time. There are several tunnels and safe rooms for our front and second lines to fall back to. they will be stuck in some of those places, but they are usually behind 5 feet of cement, got to love high security combined with bomb shelters. I'm working off some plans that were brought in by some strategists Batman found." she showed them the 20 pages of notes that Scarface and the ventriloquist came up with, she wondered if they would recognize the distinctive handwriting. "If either you want to help out and lead a team, be my guest. Any updates of what's going on out there?" <d>



Huntress: As Jason moved past her, the young woman stood straight, head tipping to the side. “Faster, sure, but bolts would take them down.” Crossbow was tucked back in its holster, the weapon remaining loaded and ready as turned to watch the exchange then blue eyes widened as they took in a sight she was sure would haunt her for months. Muscles tensed and as Batgirl took those rushing steps forward, Huntress was right behind her, then slid to a stop beside her as the man she didn’t know was literally ripped from the world. Cape smacking against the back of her calves, her own stomach twisted, threatened to force the popcorn she had been eating at Dinah’s place not too long before to come back up but her fists clenched and unclenched and the coolness of the rain pouring onto her head made her keep composure. There was no half attempts at humor now, there was nothing but sickness until she noticed the people and then that too changed inside of her. “Fuck.” -

Huntress: The singular word was breathed out as her mind flipped through weapons, strategies, anything that would help her with a situation like this. ‘What would Dad do?’ The sound of that building being torn through had been distinct and the creature was huge. The stench of rotting flesh was bad enough, but the wind brought with it blood now, the metallic scent filling her head and she was sure she could taste it. “We need to get off the ground.” Huntress echoed Jason’s thoughts to Batgirl. “Let’s see if we can’t interest it in a game of chase, it’s got…” People? Would they still be people even with all of that pouring down on them? “Hostages, for now. We don’t need it collecting more.” Turning she followed after Jason and felt coldness seep into her bones as she reached up and tapped her communicator. “This is Huntress. I’ve got Batgirl and,” There was a brief hesitation. “Red Hood. We’re still in amusement mile, and I don’t think we’ll be able to join you anytime soon.” She took a breath.-

Huntress: “I’m sending up a photo of what we have to the bat computer for future reference.” Pulling out a small camera she turned around, snapped a picture then sent it to the bat computer pulling out her grappling gun and letting it pull her up to the rooftop. -e-

Looker: Mari felt her ribs starting to crack. She could no longer keep her breaths steady without her former lung capacity. "Mari!" Emily cried out for the woman. That was it. Play time was over. The red-head used her telekinesis to physically seperate each muscle from the bones of the creature's arm. With so much emotional overflow Emily was having trouble concentrating. Too little focus and she could tear Vixen apart. "I won't let you touch her!" Anger had gotten the best of her. Her telekinesis was tearing apart the arm and the torso of the monster. Would she be able to control it? "E-Em!" Vixen watched as the flesh was ripped apart right in front of her. Pieces of skin, bone, and muscle landed on her horror-stricken face. Her own friend would end up decicrating her at this rate if she couldn't get a hold of herself. One of the civilians leapt out from behind the candy aisle to knock Looker down. Emily lost consciousness at this point. Her mind would need some recovery time. -e-

Red Hood: “Jason!” The vocal warning was enough to give him pause and have him turn his head. Red Hood's facial features were completely hidden behind the hood he wore, hidden away as they most often were and so his own horror and anger would be kept under lock and key; at least, to those who couldn't read body language. “I know, but we don't have the fucking gear to rush that shit head on.” Voice was a low hiss, seething rage barely contained under it all. Huntress's words were ringing in his ears and yet he wasn't moving, wasn't able to step back toward the rooftop as he watched that dark-clad figure there in the rain. He was no Cain, he wasn't able to read the body clear as day; but even he could tell that it haunted her, that she wanted nothing more than to make the creature pay. Or at least, Jason assumed that's what he was seeing – shit, it was dark, raining, and the world was upside down. -c

Red Hood: c- A hand moves to signal for Huntress to make to the rooftops first, before extending out to try and catch Black Bat by the shoulder. “We'll get the fucker, and save the people inside. Don't let the anger drive you to screw up like He did. And don't waste his sacrifice either.” Red Hood didn't know the woman, and could only go off of what he saw before him; her skill and composure, her training, it was all unknown right then save the few bits and pieces of intel he had gathered. Nothing to cover this – nothing at all. With that he'd turn, careful the Katana he had snatched up in all of the movement wasn't dropped, and would fire a line to head to the rooftops. “Game of keep the fuck away huh? Should I be playing bait then, since I'm obviously the more badass and armed of us three?” This was toward any of the two women who would be listening, if not both at once.

Montoya would grimace at the pain in her side. “I need medical attention…We trashed our car but managed to find Jim’s with no sign of him anywhere.” Bullock would grumble. “Whodda thunk the place meant to protect us from the looney toons is also gonna protect us from the monsters from T.V.” “The,,,itSY BITsy SpiDer WeNt uP thE WATeR spOUT,,,,,” Bullock and Rene armed their pistols as Bullock growled. “I know that freaks voice ANY day…” Rene glared at Black Canary. “You DIDN’T let the JOKER free did you?!” Rene and Bullock held their guns pointed at the ground, Rene seemed to resist the urge to point it at Black Canary. It was now the Joker came walking down the hallway. “wHy so,,,serious ¿¿ HEEHEEHEE!” The Joker’s arm was exposed to the bone, his sleeve ripped off and vanes and muscles hung from his arm. The flesh from his chin was removed revealing a sharp pointed chin bone that was jagged and sharpened. <c>

His teeth were large and razor sharp while his neck grew and extended out from his torso. His feet were splintered into arachnid legs protruding from all sides; his feet had eight spider legs each. “Get down!” Bullock and Rene began firing their guns at the Joker’s chest causing blood to splash and splatter from his chest, but he continued to giggle.

Emily’s psychic attack would cause the skeletal avatar’s arm to shatter and promptly the monster fell backwards as it released Mari. As Emily fell incapacitated the skeletal creature used its remaining arm to slash at Mari, intending to throw her into the wall and weaken her even more. Her Red abilities hardly tapped into, but if she remained in feline form she would be better equipped to react and dodge is attacks. If she dodged its attack, its remaining arm would smash into a wall and an aisle causing the store shelf supplies to scatter all over the place; make up products would drop down all over Emily while Halloween costume supplies flailed across the room.

The Blood Golem’s gaze fell upon Red Hood first as he was up high and relatively an easy snatch. Its large meat hook swung and launched itself towards Red Hood, if it struck him it would wrap around him, it’s size magically shape shifting to his smaller size but, he didn’t lose its speed. If it missed Red Hood, the hook would smash into the building behind him, the hook would appear to weigh tons as it caused the building to suddenly crumble and create a tremor within the area. The Blood Golem’s other hand would swipe at Huntress, it’s large rusty claws attempting to stab and snatch Huntress, its claws were slower than its large grim hook, but by no means were its claws actually ‘slow’. Its reflexes were as rapid as an attack dog’s and it attempted ferociously to cripple her; apparently it was attempting to maim her in order to pick her up and devour her.

Black Bat: She retrieved the batrope that was close to her figure. Cassandra nodded extremely slowly. Her words a dull echo that barely managed to get past her. She reluctantly turned around...almost felt acquiesced in doing so. Every fiber in her body was inundated with adrenaline, ushering to go forward and avenge the male who so willingly sacrificed himself for the rest of them. A rain droplet intervened the last of the glare - coerced to blink. Promptly, she manipulated its form and tied it after throwing it towards a seemingly stable stray metal embedded into the rooftop. Tightening it through a tug, she swung herself up not too long after Helena did. Of course, flash of grey and red was enough to alert her. She immediately snatched Jason's sleeve and hurled him away from the coming hook. Had she not witnessed the gruesome death of a fairly strong man with supernatural abilities, she'd have left it up to Red Hood's well-acquired skills to get himself out. But that wasn't the case. {c}

Black Bat: This is, of course, if he hadn't done something first with the celerity she used to reach out for him. The next would be the safety of her detached rope from the metal piece and flung towards Helena's direction all at the same. "Not the best idea to split up." She raised her voice. They didn't have place where they can meet afterwards. And the baiting...was risky. A part of her didn't want to lose another life. She equipped herself with batarangs and flung them accurately towards the creature's face. Have it puncture his eyesight, hopefully. {e}

Black Canary: Black Canary grabbed Montoya's arm so she wouldn't tumble over from the pain. she tapped her earpiece to get in touch with a medic. "We'll get that taken care of for you." She smirked and rolled her eyes at Bullock. Dinah tensed as she heard that voice, she shot Rene a look for even suggesting that. She spun arond to see what was left of the joker, more frightening than he usually was. She was glad the officers were quick to the draw. Several of the guards and officers ran over to try and finish the Joker off, wearing visors to protect from splatter. "The infected security officers... I was told when I took over that they had checked to make sure all of the inmates were secure, but one of the infected must have gotten through before they were dealt with!" she looked angry that there had been an oversight and blamed herself. A doctor from the island's medical staff came over to take care of Rene, pausing at the scene. (c)

Black Canary: "Make sure they take care of him, we have to make sure he is the only one!" Canary looked at the other officer. "Bullock come with me. We will go down and do an inspection ourselves, fortunately that wing is away from the civillians." she tapped her earpiece. "Peyton, you and your boss are in charge of the operations since you know the plan, but you will answer to Officer Montoya, if she nixes a plan, use a contingency." she handed Rene a radio and started to dash off to the elevator down to dangerous criminal wing of high security, looking over her shoulder to check for Bullock. (d)


The Joker wasn’t killed, as an armada of bullets struck and butchered him, he grinned and with demonic speed his right arm reached out and stretched to grab one officer by the face, his grip shattered the visor one the officer as he gagged from the Joker’s large hand choking him. “¿i¿iShushshushshushi¿i¿i¿” A foul green toxin released from the Joker’s hand causing the Officer to suffocate before their teeth began to gnarl and sharpen. Their eyes bulged as vanes began to surge and their nerves grew out of control. “¿¿This is the part where you,,,,SCREAM, HEHEEH HA¿! HA¿i Yip,,,Hmphi¿”

Huntress: “I think the one who can run faster is the best op-…” Huntress turned to look at Batgirl and Red Hood quickly as the creature swung at him, thankful of the rain that would keep the dust and small debris from the building down. “Look out!” Bringing her arm up to cover her face she turned her head just in time to see claws and leapt forward more onto the rooftop, her boots sliding quickly against the coarse surface as her cape was snagged and she was dragged backwards. No noise came from her out of surprise as she reached up and hit the release on her cape heels hitting the ledge of the roof and body tipping backwards. Arms came forward in struggle to stabilize herself and core muscles tightened. ‘Shit, shit!’ The silent curse was given as she tipped her weight back forward and stumbled away from the ledge, looking back over her shoulder as her cape was whipped away in the claws of the creature. ‘Okay, let’s be more like Mom, less like Dad.’ -

Huntress: At Cass’ words Huntress gave a nod and jogged away from the edge of the rooftop. “No, we shouldn’t split up, we’d have a hell of a time finding each other again and it will take all of us to take this thing down with as…minimum casualties as possible.” They didn’t know enough about it, they had no idea what else it was capable of. Could they decapitate it? Would it have some sort of reaction that would cause it to melt down on itself or something, crushing the people inside?-e-

Looker: Vixen ended up clinging to the ceiling for dear life hoping the creature would run into the wall. What would she do without Emily for the meanwhile? The civilians dragged Emily behind the cashier counter. Each one was doing their best to wake her up, but Emily was somewhere else. Too much to handle. That was never something that happened. Her anger issues would have to be taken care of. "She's out cold!" Mari felt dizzy from a rush of cold air into her lungs. She was going to have to take care of the monster herself. "There has to be something here I can use." The ceiling tile she was stuck to began cracking. "Damn I knew I should have jogged an extra mile today." Vixen jumped down from the ceiling after spotting a loose shelf on the ground. She took the chance to use it as a long-edged blade. "Slice and dice, baby!" The shelf was hurled at the creature with lightning speed. As it would make contact with the flesh the force would be enough to split the skeleton creature into two. -e-

(To lOOkeR and vIxEn) The shelf hurled at the skeletal avatar forced the shelf to shatter while knocking the skeleton backwards stumbling, it fell backwards. Its sharp mouth smashed into the ceiling causing debris to crumble down. Electricity wires began to dangle and sparked fire against a piece of clothing, soon the small area would be set ablaze and underneath the skeletons foot, though it didn’t seem to care about the fire at all. The creature reached to wrap its hand around a large aisle shelf picking it up it slashed the ceiling causing more debris to collapse down until finally the creature hurled the large display at Vixen, if it struck her it would throw her through a wall and onto the street.

Red Hood: Large and lumbering, Red Hood had made the fatal err in assuming that the creature would have to take more time to clear the distance between the trio and where it had been devouring their friend's face. Thankfully there was one amongst them who thought quick, and as the Batgirl snatched him up, Red Hood would be twisting to set the All-Blade in the path of the coming metal hook, the golden aura seeming to scream to life to the point that it seemed less sword and more pure 'energy' if one would. It was an attack Jason didn't like to use, the drain on his will was great, but it served well in cutting cleanly through steel and titanium machines before, like a hot knife through butter. The distance caused by Batgirl's throw as well as his own twisting momentum would hopefully carry him out of reach, or at least make it so that only the tip of the hook and his blade met. -c

Red Hood: c- Either way he would release the grappling line he had been using, letting gravity fuel his defense in the form of an angled fall. Down to the ground he would go, rolling backwards on his feet. “Fuck!” Not the best way to save his life, but it would have to do. “Just go!” He'd call up, twisting back to his feet and snatching up the katana that had clattered to the ground near him. “One All-Blade and a normal weapon versus...” Well it seemed that he had help from above, batarangs raining down toward the creature's face. “Let's see...” And with that Red Hood was off, holding the blades close to his body as he tried to use the beast's size and interest in Huntress to get by its legs. If it worked he would bring the All-Blade toward the creature, aiming to cut through a chunk of flesh on his way passing. “Here tall, fucked up and fugly, come chase the glowing gold and red cherry!” -c

Red Hood: c- It was now up to the two on the high to figure out exactly how to help him in the fight, assuming they gave a fuck enough to do so. But Red Hood? Win or lose, he damn well wasn't going to go down easily, and without a fight! 'C'mon pup, you've faced bigger things during training.' Ducra's voice was a scolding in the back of his mind, and caused a grim grin to stretch along his hooded face. He had, but not something strong enough to rip through buildings.

The Hook met Red Hood’s blade and……………………………………….Across the city, a large hulking creature crouched over the corpse of a little girl whose arms and legs were sliced off. Large fingers gently popped the broken limbs back into the girl as Anton Arcane grinned at the small girl’s form capable of fitting into his palm. He then sensed it, a power that had struck his champion and defied his power; it wasn’t red nor green…It was disgusting to feel, like his body had been washed with sanitizer. He placed the little girl down and spoke. “KiLL thEM mY dAUghTER!i!i” The little girl’s body began to stitch together, her eyeball dangled from its socket as her zombified corpse looked across the city and then began skipping like a child would as she made her way towards the Amusement mile…………..The Blood Golem felt the batarangs slash into its eyes but, as blood squirted from its eyes it didn’t affect its vision. Its claws snapped at Huntress but, while seeming <c>

Focused on Huntress, it would backlash and attempt to strike its whole clawed hand at Black Bat, if she was struck she would no doubt be thrown 2 or 3 buildings distance; how far would depend where she was located on the roof, and depending if she was struck, her body armor could potentially protect her from impact; if she wore body armor. Red Hood’s blades seared into the Golem’s foot causing the smell of roasted burgers to linger in the immediate area, but this rot monster wasn’t out of tricks yet. A foul sound of gas being released from the creatures ass, but it wasn’t…toxic gas began to release from its skin creating a fluffy cloud of green and orange smog that would no doubt smell like feces and bile. Red Hood would begin to notice his clothing beginning to burn as its material began decaying and smoking; his armor, helmet, jacket, boots, pants; everything. The distance of this affect was 20 yards, outside of that <c>

There would be clearer visibility and no affect from the acidic gas properties of the foul blood golem.

Toshio Eto: The Samurai sat suspended in the air as he listened in on the voices, trying to figure out where he should go, what he should do! Damnit, he was too old for this, all this experience and all those autographs from kids....what use is it all for if his skills could be used for nothing! When suddenly....the voices stopped. Or rather, they flowed. Flowed and mixed into one single voice that echoed in a thousand voices. "Toshio Eto, The Parliament of Vapors has chosen you! Go forth and destroy the enemies of Order with the mighty winds of the world!" The voices boomed in his head as he snarled, his sword becoming shrouded in constant, swirling winds as patterns appeared across his bare skin resembling swirling spirals as trails of vapors unfurled behind him like a cape, the Samurai raising his sword to the air and letting out a roar of rage that coalesced into the thousand voices of the wind as his lower half was suspended in a whirling tornado that began to fly downwards to the nearest -c-

Toshio Eto: area of impurity, the police station where Anton's hideous minions were slaughtering the loyal defenders of the city and battling with the Batfamily. Alas, the Parliament of Vapors was not nearly as powerful as that of Limbs or Trees, diluted and poisoned by the influence of pollution and the taming of nature with windmills and sails, but the fury of Nature was not one to be ignored as he rose his sword and swung it in a single swath, sending mighty winds down that shattered the windows of the building and tore at the foundation, precise and unrelenting in their pursuit as they attempted to throw various beasts against the walls and batter them to bone and paste, winds slicing like blades along tendons. But the true fury of the hurricane was focused on one target. The Joker. -e-

Looker: Emily woke up to the smell of smoke and the sound of anxious voices. "Worst hangover ever..." The civilians were staying low to the ground since the air in the room was over-powered by the smell of smoke. "Let's get you out of here. Anyone found tall dark and--VIXEN!" Emily heard a crash. Mari had ended up being thrown onto the street with the display nearly pinning her. The red would easily take care of her strength. "Em?" She heard a voice. "Em! Is that you?" How could she hear her all the way from the street? Must have been the red. "I'm getting these guys out of here once and for all! Make sure you take care of the big guy!" Emily decided to head for the back exit. Why hadn't they thought of that in the first place? -e-

As Mari and Emily reunited, a strange Samurai would break into the room and begin attacking the Skeletal avatar causing the monster to roar from the slashing of its blade, a hurricane of attacks scratching at its bones. There was only one monster in the area that anyone could tell, but regardless its thick bones weren’t threatened by the Samurai, despite the wind of his attacks seemed to push and shove the avatar, it didn’t inflict damage that was harmful or significant. The Skeletal avatar swiped his single remaining arm at Toshio aiming to throw him into the wall, because he was an champion of a Parliament he drew the creatures attention and within a split second its sole remaining arm transformed into a large bone spiked blade that it swung attempting to slash and maim Toshio.

Black Bat: No. Cassandra knelt a tad, crouched in a certain position for the conjuring to occur. Grip tightened and before she decoded the certain muscle movement tension in his body. She jumped in place and gracefully tucked knees to her bosom in the midst of leaning back with rapidity. The momentum stirred her and with certain precision, the soles of her boots plastered over its forearm. Of course, followed by the embedded All-Blades. Regardless of whether or not he settled, she coerced the slit wound to pulse upon pulling the knife out and began sprinting up its arm. Well-balanced. The moment she reached its shoulders, Cassandra leaped towards the back of his cranium and plunged the knife into the back of its skull and hopefully its brain. Seeming that they were the only pair that'd actually kill, she hoped it'd work. And if it didn't, she was ready for any coming attacks. Black Bat twisted the knife; made a gash and a considerable hole. {e}

Looker: "Hang on, Samurai Jack!" Emily jumped into action. The vampyress used her talon-like nails to break the blade into pieces. "Samurai Jack? Really?" Vixen crouched on the back of the monster hoping to scrape even more flesh off. "I didn't take you for a nerd, Ms. College Grad." Emily flushed while taking a stab at the monster's eyes. "Sh-Shut up!" With the monster blind they could discretely run off to look for more survivors. Speaking of which, where had the other three gone? "Up here!" The civilians had made their way up a fire escape and began to throw bottles at the head of the skeletal avatar. "Watch the glass!" Looker and Vixen both jumped back defensively as the bottles bursted on contact. -e-

Toshio Eto: The Samurai turned and held his blade to defend himself, only for the monster's limb to shatter from the force of the vampire as he felt a surge of power rush through him, the same surge traveling to Vixen as the two Champions were in close proximity, their powers bleeding over to each other as she would experience the speed of the winds and his own hands were to take on the shape of talons in clouds forming around them, a helmet of air solidifying around him in the stylized shape of a samurai helmet shaped like an eagle's beak as he rose his sword to the air. "Quick! Get back!" He roared out as suddenly, the fire on the monster would flare up in a mighty blaze as it roared into a vicious tornado of flames, completely engulfing the monster as it was continuously fed oxygen from Toshio's winds, raising the temperature enough to even turn solid bone such as the beast into black ash. -e-

The skeletal avatar was impervious to the attacks from glass bottles; it also didn’t have eyes to be stabbed, as it was a skeleton. The strikes at its blade didn’t shatter it, but the wind fueling the fire did cause the avatar to burn. With a destructive slash the long blade would sweep towards Mari, Emily, and Toshio hoping to gut or decapitate any of them as it began walking out of the flames; his feet and legs began melting as the intense heat began to melt its body. The drug store was rapidly lit on fire as the wind scattered the embers to other objects that were highly flammable, soon the building was on fire. As for the fire escape, the civilians wouldn’t be able to climb one and have the ability to throw bottles at the avatar.

Huntress: “Bait? Sure. Stick together? Why not?” The pair split off from her and Huntress was left standing on the roof top, irritation moving through her. “Or we could just, you know. All attack with no plan and get ourselves killed in the process and leave the City to the hands of whoever made it to Arkham.” Huntress spoke to herself, snatching up her compact cross bow quickly with her right hand, shot the already loaded bolt into the roof next to her foot and reloaded it. Sharp blue eyes watched the opposite leg from Jason as she took aim, an explosive tipped bolt loaded up. Her metal staff was placed at a holder against her back, easily accessible without a cape and she snatched a small flare from her belt, smacking it against her thigh to make a red flash light up the top of the roof. “Hey!” -

Huntress: The young woman shouted, placing herself back on the very ledge of the roof, yelling at the creature in hopes of getting its attention and giving the male and female on the ground and monster the chance to complete whatever they were trying to accomplish. Trigger was squeezed and the bolt was released, aiming at the back of the foot of the Blood Golem to explode flesh, to take out its support and balance to send it falling onto its back.-e-

Looker: Vixen had nearly been skewered though her catlike reflexes were much too over-powering. Now she was pinning the Samurai to the ground having knocked him out of the way. Mari hadn't even realized what had happened until the last second. Emily had managed to bend back far enough so that the blade was inches from her navel. "And this is why I take pole-dancing lessons." She let herself fall to the ground then placed her heels on the bottom edge of the sword. The red-head pushed upwards with all of her strength sending the blade back at the skeletal avatar. "If you can't beat 'em...join 'em." The blade was now lodged within the bone of the avatar. If it was thick enough it wouldn't be removed easily and if the bone was too thin then he would probably shatter right in front of her. -e-

Toshio Eto: The Samurai looked on at the blazing inferno that was the shop, knowing he had to do something. With a battle cry, he rose his hand as all flames not currently engulfing the monster suddenly swirled towards him and engulfed himself in a blazing inferno, but the difference? His was controlled. His was his armor. For what this hideous, unpure beast had yet to realize......The Wind was Nature's fury. All of it. Mountains were worn down by it. Oceans were driven to swirling maelstroms and horrible storms by it. Fire itself was born and fed from it, suckling from it's teat. And now....that same fire was controlled by Toshio as he stood before the skeletal avatar, his eyes blazing suns behind a helm of furious fire. "When you go to Hell and see your master, tell him that the Parliament's will -never- let him win." He uttered in a calm, cold voice as he pointed his sword directly at the monster and unleashed a fiery blast powerful enough to melt steel as he concentrated the flames of his -c-
Toshio Eto: armor into the monstrosity. -e-

The fire that surrounded Toshio would be extremely hot and would begin to melt his own armor, as the wind around him was feeding it to become stronger. The bones this creature were made of weren’t simple bone tissue, it was enforced and forged to be powerful. For the heat to reach such intensity it would backlash and hurt the Samurai’s armor. Looker would be able to kick the blade back, however; since the blade was the creatures entire arm, it would hardly reach with stabbing itself. She would knock the avatar back causing it to be scorched by more of the hot flames. Its skull and torso began to liquefy.

Looker: "It's about damn time. Ruined my good pair of heels and gave me a crippling migraine." Emily was helped up by Vixen. These weren't normal zombies they were dealing with. Someone was controlling them. "I don't suppose Samurai Jack knows who these charming creatures belong to." The vampyress tried flicking the rotten flesh off of her Prada shoes. Vixen wasn't happy either. Even though they had managed to save a few people it would mean that the rest of Gotham would be in trouble. There was no way they could save all of the remaining civilians. "Has the Legue contacted you yet?" Vixen touched her ear piece to see if she could get in contact with anyone. "Vixen to League. Can anyone read me?" -e-

Toshio Eto: The Samurai gave out a snarl of pain as he felt himself being cooked by his own flames, his skin starting to steam but thankfully not blister, his endurance supernaturally enhanced by the blessing of Parliament as he swung his blade once and decapitated the beast before he allowed it to liquify to nothing. Finally. A moment of brief respite. "My name....is Toshio Eto, not Samurai Jack. Did you ever watch Superfriends as a child? I was in that. Part of a super-team mainly created as a publicity stunt to help ease stress during the Cold War. Although in secret, we were in covert ops missions during 'Nam and the Korean War. The Watergate Scandal? Before Ray Palmer figured out how to shrink himself, Apache Chief was the one crawling through phone lines and figuring out secrets. Lesser-known power of his. Not that it matters, he died of liver disease a few years after. I've been in retirement for a bit myself, but...." He rose his arm, watching as the burns already began to slowly heal. -c-

Toshio Eto: The Parliament would not allow it's champion to die so quickly. "Seems fate had other plans. So, I'm assuming you're the Red's Avatar? Congratulations. Two Champions are far better than one, it seems. In fact, it seems if we stick together, we might become stronger. I've heard that there's an Avatar of the Green in this city as well. If we can find her, maybe our combined strength would be enough to banish Anton." -e-


Sinister Calling: (Yes there is time, it's not..."INSTANT" acid. You can stand about...15 seconds inside it before your clothes completely burn off. another 5 before you are fleshless, and about 5 until you bleed out.)

Batgirl would STRUGGLE to race up the creature’s gigantic arm the width of two automobiles as it was rapidly snapping at Huntress, but as she climbed and got closer she seemed be oblivious to the smog releasing from the creatures skin. Her clothing and armor would rapidly begin to decay, flaking away and burning with a sizzling sound, crackling as though fat burning in a frying pan. The crackling of her uniform and melting of its material would matter little as she charged towards the beasts head and began attacking it with her weapons rending and smashing into his skull where it cracked open to reveal a spaghetti assortment of worms that reached out to latch on to her wrists, biceps, ankles, and thighs intent on holding her still. <c>

If the tendrils latched onto her they would coil firmly, and she would realize they were made of pure muscle making them thick, strong, and heavy; clearly their intent was to be taxing on their captive’s strength forcing them to shuffle an excessive amount of weight. The claw rapidly slashing at Huntress didn’t quit and the blood golem didn’t seem affected by having its brain smashed upon and peeled like an onion. As Jason took distance the monster didn’t seem to worried about him, at the moment its attention was focused on Huntress and smashing her with its serrated claw, hoping to stab her and add her to its collection of people within its caged belly.

Black Bat: The sudden, unexpected smell of both burning garment and small portions of flesh surprised her. She peered down at the patches of her exposed skin and was sure the brain damage could help hinder this chaos. Of course until his split cranium was inundated with not brain matter or anything unique but...worms. The earlier pain was dulled and she promptly hacked away at the super-powered annelids to prevent the hold. Acuity vision and hearing along with the smell helping immensely during this...incomprehensible battle. She'd fend off whatever crawlers underlying the...monster if necessary. If she got away, she'd immediately stagger back and leap away from his head and land beside Jason. She'd be crouched. How could she help Helena? Cassandra grabbed her bat rope and peered down at Jason, her brows pulled together. They needed to fall back. Now. [e]

Huntress: Wordlessly the capeless Huntress worked on dodging each slash of the creature, the red light from the flare flickering against her body as she forced her breathing to even out. Blue eyes were narrowed in concentration, catching glimpses past the nasty arm of Black Bat as she was going through a struggle of her own. Down on the road below, she hoped that the Red Hood was having better luck than the two of them and as she flipped backwards over a swiping claw she was suddenly thankful that that her cape had already been lost. It was much faster for its size than she would have imagined as she ducked down, sticking low on the roof for a moment and sent up a thought of thanks to her mother and the training she had insisted on her daughter knowing. “Not to get whiny, guys, but the bait is getting a little tired up here!” -

Huntress: Huntress yelled out as she hopped over another swipe, planting a boot down firmly on its appendage below the claw and flipped herself through the air, landing hard and tucking into a roll to put some distance between herself and the edge of the roof. Jesus, didn’t this creature ever run out of steam?

Looker: Looker had been awoken by the sudden screams from below her apartment. Barry had left early this morning and she had fallen into a deep slumber. There were whispers she could hear from outside. A stench carried into her vents that she had recognized as soon as it touched the tip of her nose. "Fuck." Looker to the chance to open the window to a sight of bodies--no it was much worse, zombies. "Shit." Luckily she hadn't been sleeping in the nude for once. The red-head leapt out of the penthouse window in a hurry. Her ability of flight carried her over the roofs of the buildings in Gotham. Where was Barry? Were there any survivors? "Damn." There had to be at least one bat-kid around. She flew lower to the ground this time. Even from two stories the stench was unbearable. There was so much death and decay swarming about the streets. Looker felt obligated to help, but was there anything she could do at this point?

Red Hood: Right then, whatever the beast was didn't matter to Red Hood as he worked to get out of the gas cloud that had been rather bluntly 'farted' from the creature. Thankfully the downpour of good 'ole H2O was doing well to weaken the effects of the cloud upon his armor and attire. Black Bat had one of his All-Blades meaning that she could handle herself, or at least the man under the Hood hoped so. Twisting about one hand would drop his remaining magical weapon, letting it fade into nothing. Sadly for the Black Bat? The second blade would soon follow up, though by then she would hopefully be ready to escape. "GET READY TO RUN! I SWEAR TO FUCKING CHRIST IF YOU TWO KEEP FUCKING WITH IT I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!" At the top of lungs it was shouted, hand grasping grappling gun to fire it off over the creature's shoulders. Down or up, it didn't matter to him where Black Bat or Huntress were at that moment...He had a plan, a very powerful and dangerous one. -c

Red Hood: c- A breath is taken and eyes are closed. Grappling gun would find the edge of a building and begin to pull, yanking Red Hood free of the cloud and back toward the being. Already he was in his center, already he was channeling his inner darkness, twisting and melding it with the All-Blades and the magic that Ducra and her daughter, Essence, had given him. Through the air he would fly, eyes opening at the last second as he aimed his palm directly at the top of the creature's head, using its own lack of attention upon himself, as well as the fact he had speed (even if it did notice him) to full advantage. What was the purpose? This attack wasn't made to destroy dark magic, wasn't made to clense it as the All-Blades could be described as. Instead it would repel it completely, utterly forcing it from the vessel that it powered and kept together. How strong? The entire Darkness that Ra's al Ghul took from the Untitled had been forced out of him by this blow. IF it worked? Great. IF not? -c

Red Hood: c- Well Hood would be topside and rolling on the rooftops, without the ability to call his blades back to him until he meditated and rested - though he still had a katana to use. Normal steel and bullets would work, right?

The Blood golem would continue to rake towards Huntress when its attention caught sight of Red Hood’s incoming attack. The strike at the beasts head would knock the creature backwards, its large girth tumbled backwards and smashed into a building causing it to crumble. The people within its belly screamed in terror. “HELP ME!!” Multiple voices chanted, their arms reaching for freedom. The Golem wouldn’t be defeated by the power unleashed, its head changed colors to a black color appearing to have died, but the sudden roar from the beast’s mouth indicated it was still alive and kicking. A belch of foul decay and burnt flesh shot out and immediately the monster began recovering as internal worms began killing the people within the belly of the monster’s cage. The Golem stood up and its once black head was restored to a red shade allowing it to focus its attention on Red Hood. <c>

Its claws shot forward and releasing 5 chains, each manipulated in striking Red Hood from his left, right, above, and two on his flank. If they caught him they would yank him at rapid speed into the Golem’s hand to be crushed within its left hand. Black Bat would find the tentacle worms weren’t able to hold her, but the acidic gas did its damage to her and did what it was intended to do.

Black Bat: "Come to us!" She'd shout towards Helena. Another wave of panic hit her though she proceeded to remain composed outside. And if something wasn't going right, she'd have her batrope or grappling gun ready to aid Huntress. Even go over there. But after Jason's remark, she wasn't sure if taking anymore direct hits would be the best course of action. Of course, this was during the time the channeled ability managed to knock the massive creature backwards. Cassandra blinked in surprise the moment Jason began levitating. She watched the scene unfold. Thank God. Until.... "The citizens!" She cried out before they were brutally murdered...Again, she was torn between saving and being smart. Teeth grated.This was absolute mayhem. "RUN." She'd be beside Jason and Huntress to fend off the coming chains and anything else fixated on the three to the best of her ability.

Huntress: Huntress wasn’t a woman who took to being bossed around so well, but in this case she was willing to make an exception. As Red Hood shouted from below, she sprinted across the rooftop, heading for Cass’ voice, grappling gun in hand. Ground, rooftop, it honestly didn’t seem to matter when it came to the giant freak of nature trying to impale every living creature it came across. From the corner of her eyes she watched as the attack was made, sliding to a stop as she watched the creature fall back into the building and let out a held breath. “Hell ye-…” The words were choked off as she heard the roar, the screams and felt her stomach twist. ‘Be realistic, you weren’t going to be able to save them anyway.’ The cynical part of her mind spoke, the one based on self preservation and she clinched her teeth, baring them as it pushed itself straight. -

Huntress: Red Hood landed on the rooftop across from her, and the Black Bat was making her way to him and so she ran off the edge of the rooftop, the pop of the grappling gun getting lost in the rain as she swung towards them. “Oh…shit.” The Blood Golem’s arm extended, and from there she heard the clack of chains shooting outwards. She would have been carried up over the arm to the safety of the rooftop away from the pair but instead she hit the release on the gun. With a vicious cry the Huntress let her momentum carry her up into the air then came down with both boots slamming down into the arm of the Golem as hard as she could to jerk it downwards and hopefully yank the chains off course. Free hand jerked free her crossbow, where an explosive bolt was already loaded and she shot it into the crook of the Blood Golems arm, setting off the charge to hopefully blow off the appendage she was standing on.

Looker: After hearing a crowd of screams Looker flew faster. From afar she could make out a large monster and the scent of more than a thousand rotting corpses. "Are those...?" There were people trapped inside of the belly of the beast. Not only that, there were the batkids and one other figure she couldn't make out. Looker hid behind a running car waiting for an opening. Unaware of the entire situation she needed a chance to think. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small compact mirror. Her goal was to signal the batkids with a glare. "Alright someone's got to see." Using the headlights from the still running car she reflected the light from her mirror. "Over here!" Looker tried shinning the light at all of them hoping for one head to turn. Ocassionally the light would hit their eyes. It wasn't the smartest of choices, but giving away her position would ruin their chances.


Red Hood: Hood heard a voice shouting toward someone, felt his body come down on the rooftop in a roll, and was even aware that he was pushing himself back to his feet, forcing screaming muscles to work despite the need for a break, for rest. Whatever the fuck the patchwork shithead was, it took some damage from the attack and toppled to a building - which was fine and well for Red Hood, it meant that he had time to get his balance back and begin to move before the creature could start its counterattack. 'It's fast, pup.' Ducra's voice was in the man's mind, hand moving to grasp the katana while free digits curled around one of his pistols. Good thing too, as soon as Black Bat joined they would be fighting off... "Chains?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Blade would jerk into one sliver of metal, twisting it off course further - and hopefully Huntress's attack would do well in making the chains further miss. Pistol-wielding hand would jerk out as well, using the metal of the gun as a brace -c

Red Hood: c- against forearm to, once more, smack a chain out wide, using its own momentum and powerful force to keep it from closing in around him. Left and right, check. Above? Well they were moving, right? And away from the golem, right? Well, two of them were, probably...Maybe...Whatever. "FUCK YOU ARE ALL RETARDS!" Mental note - if he got out of this, he was going to cut off McGinnis's balls so that neither him nor Helena could breed. Why was Jason mad? Anger beat fear. "Get to Huntress. Go. Just fucking go." This was to Black Bat, while Red Hood tried to avoid any chains still coming for him, as well as tumble down into a side alley. The flash of some type of signal light had indeed caught his attention - but he couldn't just walk off and run to it...Not without risking leading the creature. Now it was up to the girls to figure out how to escape, while Jason worked his way back around to add support.

The chains weren’t slow, despite their large size, they were incredibly fast, having one, maybe two wrap around Jason’s weapons, it pinned him unless it released his weapons. This allowed for the remaining three chains to strike, one aimed to wrap around his ankle and curl up his leg to his thigh. The second would try to do the same to his other leg. The third from above would attempt to wrap around Red Hood’s back, sliding down towards his hips and then began trying to wrap around his waist to squeeze and strangulate his body. Huntress had a whole other problem…Her boots would strike a large tunnel of muscle. Her boots wouldn’t budge; rather it felt like her boots landed on ground; a bit of ‘dust’ its first layer of flab and muscle jiggled only slightly before Huntress felt like she was pushing against a concrete wall. <c>

But her bolt shot into the cavity of its arm and exploded splintering its muscle separating a few strands of muscle, prompting the muscles to redirect towards Huntress as they began to regrow; they transformed into worms that stretched to wrap around Huntress’ ankle and another lashed out to wrap around her waist in order to pull her closer to the Golem’s arm. If Huntress was grabbed she would be pulled close and more worms would release from inside the golems arm attempting to bind Huntress’ arms, legs, throat in order to capture her and bring her inside a cavity within its arm in order to devour her and place her into its cage. If she wasn’t grabbed she would fall backwards and land in front of the creature. Its acidic gas cloud wouldn’t affect Huntress if she was snatched and brought inside the creature; she would be protected by the golem’s muscle like skin. The explosion would stir the chains as they chased after Red Hood, but did little to delay or stop them. <c>

The explosion did cause small slivers of muscle to spew onto Huntress creating tiny, finger sized, leeches that began attaching themselves to Huntress; approximately twenty of them formulated on her and began crawling and gnawing on her clothing.

[Batman]

Toshio Eto: The screams of the dying and the scent of carnage drifted through the wind, particularly, in a small antique store somewhere in Gotham's crime-corrupted version of Chinatown as a man sat on his knees in front of a stand holding his robes, his sword on his lap as he slowly caressed over it. "So. It appears events are accelerating beyond what I would have hoped. Anton Arcane once more darkens the winds and poisons the skies." He slowly rose up and pulled on the robes, reminiscing on more innocent days in the past. Back when being a superhero meant puns and silly villains and...well, it was mainly just for fun and publicity, something to put a smile on people's faces during the stressful environment of the Cold War. Now....now things like Anton existed, and Toshio Eto, formerly known as Samurai, was beginning to hear voices in the wind he once trusted so dearly, voices belonging to something that only identified itself as.....The Parliament of Vapors. The man slowly walked out from the -c

Toshio Eto: dusty back of the antique store, three of the horrifying beasts already having broken into his humble store as the middle-aged Japanese man narrowed his eyes, hand gripping his katana before drawing it more quickly than his age would have suggested as a sudden wind gusted out from behind him, sharp as any blade as it sliced at the tendons of the zombies and dropped them to the ground. Wasting no time in ensuring they were dead, which he had the good feeling that such an exercise would be pointless, he quickly stepped forward and allowed the wind to levitate him off the ground as he flew out the window and towards the sky, his forehead straining in focus as he tried to amplify the air around him, bringing in the voices of the city and trying to pick out ones that sounded like those in authority. Those he could help. -e-

Black Bat: Cassandra's bosom rose and fell while the urge to be inconspicuous tempted her to resume a crouched position as well. Unfortunately enough, they were being cornered by the remaining animated corpse on the other side. If this kept up...Her attention was divided by her fighting still remained sufficient. With the different selection of entities she's encountered that day alone, who knows what other grotesque, nearly-immortal creature roamed except for Sinister himself. Images of the small crowd she rescued flashes. From what she collected, the various body structure of their enemies allowed them to reach higher areas. How many of them could climb, fly, use any assortment of webs, etc? The people tied to the tower could readily be ripe fruits ready to be plucked. A sudden sense of urgency surged. The inside of her abdomen coiled in tension. "We need to get to the citizens. Now." Hesitance was followed by the sudden offer he extended. The exchange of weapons. She thinned her lips. {c}

Black Bat: It'd be better if both of them were killing them off - for good. And as much as it held some value to her, she was sure one of the pair proved to be just as essential to him. A stern nod. They'd swap, she flipped the elongated blade and punctured the cement with it before taking his. It was warm to the touch and of course, lighter. Cassandra then leaped in place with the a light lean towards the sprinting zombie. Elbow bent, her appendage jerked to the side and propelled her hand towards its head. She rammed the newly acquired blade dead betwixt its eye sockets. It crumbled towards the ground. Right then, her gaze rose and met the malevolent Golem severing the front side of Ralph's visage. The strained, bloody coercion of flesh departing from flesh revealed an underlying shade of lighter pigment that protested in its tension-induced threaded state; it snapping and liquefied with the rest of its severely bleeding mound of mutilated skin...{c}

Black Bat: Extreme panic gripped her by the throat, preventing her from breathing momentarily, and Cassdandra took couple of rushed steps forward towards the monster. Her brows drew together and her composure snapped. "Jason!" Warning him. Turning around, she doubled over and discarded the bile that's been welling. Bottling. She was killing and witnessed murder. The nausea remained upon her holding back, but it wasn't the time to be vulnerable right now. She re-collected herself for the time being. Ralph was gone. Pure animosity held her still and she met the Golem's gaze with seething rancor. No fear just pure intent. A promising stare. They needed to escape and formulate a plan. She turned to fall behind Helena. {e}

Black Canary: Black Canary was looking over over some plans written by an elegant hand. They were eerily merticulous and listed at least 3 back up strategies. There were also annotations written in a snarled hand, some of them being jokes and nasty critques. She felt bad for the woman and her other personality she had that made her so dangerous and brilliant at the same time, but she was impressed. She tapped her earpiece to check in with someone who was helping coordinate all the posts. She smiled as she saw Rene come over to her. "Hello Officer Montoya." she nodded at Bullock. "Officer Bullock." she focused back on Rene, smirking seeing the blood. "It looks like you have had your share of zombie's already. Glad to see you showed them what Gotham is capable of! As for who's in charge, you're looking at her." she smirked. "The situation is we are harboring a lot of citizens here in the lower high security levels. Everything above is to protect them and keep them safe. (c)

Black Canary: There has been enough provisions brought in to keep them comfortable down there for a good long time. There are several tunnels and safe rooms for our front and second lines to fall back to. they will be stuck in some of those places, but they are usually behind 5 feet of cement, got to love high security combined with bomb shelters. I'm working off some plans that were brought in by some strategists Batman found." she showed them the 20 pages of notes that Scarface and the ventriloquist came up with, she wondered if they would recognize the distinctive handwriting. "If either you want to help out and lead a team, be my guest. Any updates of what's going on out there?" <d>



Huntress: As Jason moved past her, the young woman stood straight, head tipping to the side. “Faster, sure, but bolts would take them down.” Crossbow was tucked back in its holster, the weapon remaining loaded and ready as turned to watch the exchange then blue eyes widened as they took in a sight she was sure would haunt her for months. Muscles tensed and as Batgirl took those rushing steps forward, Huntress was right behind her, then slid to a stop beside her as the man she didn’t know was literally ripped from the world. Cape smacking against the back of her calves, her own stomach twisted, threatened to force the popcorn she had been eating at Dinah’s place not too long before to come back up but her fists clenched and unclenched and the coolness of the rain pouring onto her head made her keep composure. There was no half attempts at humor now, there was nothing but sickness until she noticed the people and then that too changed inside of her. “Fuck.” -

Huntress: The singular word was breathed out as her mind flipped through weapons, strategies, anything that would help her with a situation like this. ‘What would Dad do?’ The sound of that building being torn through had been distinct and the creature was huge. The stench of rotting flesh was bad enough, but the wind brought with it blood now, the metallic scent filling her head and she was sure she could taste it. “We need to get off the ground.” Huntress echoed Jason’s thoughts to Batgirl. “Let’s see if we can’t interest it in a game of chase, it’s got…” People? Would they still be people even with all of that pouring down on them? “Hostages, for now. We don’t need it collecting more.” Turning she followed after Jason and felt coldness seep into her bones as she reached up and tapped her communicator. “This is Huntress. I’ve got Batgirl and,” There was a brief hesitation. “Red Hood. We’re still in amusement mile, and I don’t think we’ll be able to join you anytime soon.” She took a breath.-

Huntress: “I’m sending up a photo of what we have to the bat computer for future reference.” Pulling out a small camera she turned around, snapped a picture then sent it to the bat computer pulling out her grappling gun and letting it pull her up to the rooftop. -e-

Looker: Mari felt her ribs starting to crack. She could no longer keep her breaths steady without her former lung capacity. "Mari!" Emily cried out for the woman. That was it. Play time was over. The red-head used her telekinesis to physically seperate each muscle from the bones of the creature's arm. With so much emotional overflow Emily was having trouble concentrating. Too little focus and she could tear Vixen apart. "I won't let you touch her!" Anger had gotten the best of her. Her telekinesis was tearing apart the arm and the torso of the monster. Would she be able to control it? "E-Em!" Vixen watched as the flesh was ripped apart right in front of her. Pieces of skin, bone, and muscle landed on her horror-stricken face. Her own friend would end up decicrating her at this rate if she couldn't get a hold of herself. One of the civilians leapt out from behind the candy aisle to knock Looker down. Emily lost consciousness at this point. Her mind would need some recovery time. -e-

Red Hood: “Jason!” The vocal warning was enough to give him pause and have him turn his head. Red Hood's facial features were completely hidden behind the hood he wore, hidden away as they most often were and so his own horror and anger would be kept under lock and key; at least, to those who couldn't read body language. “I know, but we don't have the fucking gear to rush that shit head on.” Voice was a low hiss, seething rage barely contained under it all. Huntress's words were ringing in his ears and yet he wasn't moving, wasn't able to step back toward the rooftop as he watched that dark-clad figure there in the rain. He was no Cain, he wasn't able to read the body clear as day; but even he could tell that it haunted her, that she wanted nothing more than to make the creature pay. Or at least, Jason assumed that's what he was seeing – shit, it was dark, raining, and the world was upside down. -c

Red Hood: c- A hand moves to signal for Huntress to make to the rooftops first, before extending out to try and catch Black Bat by the shoulder. “We'll get the fucker, and save the people inside. Don't let the anger drive you to screw up like He did. And don't waste his sacrifice either.” Red Hood didn't know the woman, and could only go off of what he saw before him; her skill and composure, her training, it was all unknown right then save the few bits and pieces of intel he had gathered. Nothing to cover this – nothing at all. With that he'd turn, careful the Katana he had snatched up in all of the movement wasn't dropped, and would fire a line to head to the rooftops. “Game of keep the fuck away huh? Should I be playing bait then, since I'm obviously the more badass and armed of us three?” This was toward any of the two women who would be listening, if not both at once.

Montoya would grimace at the pain in her side. “I need medical attention…We trashed our car but managed to find Jim’s with no sign of him anywhere.” Bullock would grumble. “Whodda thunk the place meant to protect us from the looney toons is also gonna protect us from the monsters from T.V.” “The,,,itSY BITsy SpiDer WeNt uP thE WATeR spOUT,,,,,” Bullock and Rene armed their pistols as Bullock growled. “I know that freaks voice ANY day…” Rene glared at Black Canary. “You DIDN’T let the JOKER free did you?!” Rene and Bullock held their guns pointed at the ground, Rene seemed to resist the urge to point it at Black Canary. It was now the Joker came walking down the hallway. “wHy so,,,serious ¿¿ HEEHEEHEE!” The Joker’s arm was exposed to the bone, his sleeve ripped off and vanes and muscles hung from his arm. The flesh from his chin was removed revealing a sharp pointed chin bone that was jagged and sharpened. <c>

His teeth were large and razor sharp while his neck grew and extended out from his torso. His feet were splintered into arachnid legs protruding from all sides; his feet had eight spider legs each. “Get down!” Bullock and Rene began firing their guns at the Joker’s chest causing blood to splash and splatter from his chest, but he continued to giggle.

Emily’s psychic attack would cause the skeletal avatar’s arm to shatter and promptly the monster fell backwards as it released Mari. As Emily fell incapacitated the skeletal creature used its remaining arm to slash at Mari, intending to throw her into the wall and weaken her even more. Her Red abilities hardly tapped into, but if she remained in feline form she would be better equipped to react and dodge is attacks. If she dodged its attack, its remaining arm would smash into a wall and an aisle causing the store shelf supplies to scatter all over the place; make up products would drop down all over Emily while Halloween costume supplies flailed across the room.

The Blood Golem’s gaze fell upon Red Hood first as he was up high and relatively an easy snatch. Its large meat hook swung and launched itself towards Red Hood, if it struck him it would wrap around him, it’s size magically shape shifting to his smaller size but, he didn’t lose its speed. If it missed Red Hood, the hook would smash into the building behind him, the hook would appear to weigh tons as it caused the building to suddenly crumble and create a tremor within the area. The Blood Golem’s other hand would swipe at Huntress, it’s large rusty claws attempting to stab and snatch Huntress, its claws were slower than its large grim hook, but by no means were its claws actually ‘slow’. Its reflexes were as rapid as an attack dog’s and it attempted ferociously to cripple her; apparently it was attempting to maim her in order to pick her up and devour her.

Black Bat: She retrieved the batrope that was close to her figure. Cassandra nodded extremely slowly. Her words a dull echo that barely managed to get past her. She reluctantly turned around...almost felt acquiesced in doing so. Every fiber in her body was inundated with adrenaline, ushering to go forward and avenge the male who so willingly sacrificed himself for the rest of them. A rain droplet intervened the last of the glare - coerced to blink. Promptly, she manipulated its form and tied it after throwing it towards a seemingly stable stray metal embedded into the rooftop. Tightening it through a tug, she swung herself up not too long after Helena did. Of course, flash of grey and red was enough to alert her. She immediately snatched Jason's sleeve and hurled him away from the coming hook. Had she not witnessed the gruesome death of a fairly strong man with supernatural abilities, she'd have left it up to Red Hood's well-acquired skills to get himself out. But that wasn't the case. {c}

Black Bat: This is, of course, if he hadn't done something first with the celerity she used to reach out for him. The next would be the safety of her detached rope from the metal piece and flung towards Helena's direction all at the same. "Not the best idea to split up." She raised her voice. They didn't have place where they can meet afterwards. And the baiting...was risky. A part of her didn't want to lose another life. She equipped herself with batarangs and flung them accurately towards the creature's face. Have it puncture his eyesight, hopefully. {e}

Black Canary: Black Canary grabbed Montoya's arm so she wouldn't tumble over from the pain. she tapped her earpiece to get in touch with a medic. "We'll get that taken care of for you." She smirked and rolled her eyes at Bullock. Dinah tensed as she heard that voice, she shot Rene a look for even suggesting that. She spun arond to see what was left of the joker, more frightening than he usually was. She was glad the officers were quick to the draw. Several of the guards and officers ran over to try and finish the Joker off, wearing visors to protect from splatter. "The infected security officers... I was told when I took over that they had checked to make sure all of the inmates were secure, but one of the infected must have gotten through before they were dealt with!" she looked angry that there had been an oversight and blamed herself. A doctor from the island's medical staff came over to take care of Rene, pausing at the scene. (c)

Black Canary: "Make sure they take care of him, we have to make sure he is the only one!" Canary looked at the other officer. "Bullock come with me. We will go down and do an inspection ourselves, fortunately that wing is away from the civillians." she tapped her earpiece. "Peyton, you and your boss are in charge of the operations since you know the plan, but you will answer to Officer Montoya, if she nixes a plan, use a contingency." she handed Rene a radio and started to dash off to the elevator down to dangerous criminal wing of high security, looking over her shoulder to check for Bullock. (d)


The Joker wasn’t killed, as an armada of bullets struck and butchered him, he grinned and with demonic speed his right arm reached out and stretched to grab one officer by the face, his grip shattered the visor one the officer as he gagged from the Joker’s large hand choking him. “¿i¿iShushshushshushi¿i¿i¿” A foul green toxin released from the Joker’s hand causing the Officer to suffocate before their teeth began to gnarl and sharpen. Their eyes bulged as vanes began to surge and their nerves grew out of control. “¿¿This is the part where you,,,,SCREAM, HEHEEH HA¿! HA¿i Yip,,,Hmphi¿”

Huntress: “I think the one who can run faster is the best op-…” Huntress turned to look at Batgirl and Red Hood quickly as the creature swung at him, thankful of the rain that would keep the dust and small debris from the building down. “Look out!” Bringing her arm up to cover her face she turned her head just in time to see claws and leapt forward more onto the rooftop, her boots sliding quickly against the coarse surface as her cape was snagged and she was dragged backwards. No noise came from her out of surprise as she reached up and hit the release on her cape heels hitting the ledge of the roof and body tipping backwards. Arms came forward in struggle to stabilize herself and core muscles tightened. ‘Shit, shit!’ The silent curse was given as she tipped her weight back forward and stumbled away from the ledge, looking back over her shoulder as her cape was whipped away in the claws of the creature. ‘Okay, let’s be more like Mom, less like Dad.’ -

Huntress: At Cass’ words Huntress gave a nod and jogged away from the edge of the rooftop. “No, we shouldn’t split up, we’d have a hell of a time finding each other again and it will take all of us to take this thing down with as…minimum casualties as possible.” They didn’t know enough about it, they had no idea what else it was capable of. Could they decapitate it? Would it have some sort of reaction that would cause it to melt down on itself or something, crushing the people inside?-e-

Looker: Vixen ended up clinging to the ceiling for dear life hoping the creature would run into the wall. What would she do without Emily for the meanwhile? The civilians dragged Emily behind the cashier counter. Each one was doing their best to wake her up, but Emily was somewhere else. Too much to handle. That was never something that happened. Her anger issues would have to be taken care of. "She's out cold!" Mari felt dizzy from a rush of cold air into her lungs. She was going to have to take care of the monster herself. "There has to be something here I can use." The ceiling tile she was stuck to began cracking. "Damn I knew I should have jogged an extra mile today." Vixen jumped down from the ceiling after spotting a loose shelf on the ground. She took the chance to use it as a long-edged blade. "Slice and dice, baby!" The shelf was hurled at the creature with lightning speed. As it would make contact with the flesh the force would be enough to split the skeleton creature into two. -e-

(To lOOkeR and vIxEn) The shelf hurled at the skeletal avatar forced the shelf to shatter while knocking the skeleton backwards stumbling, it fell backwards. Its sharp mouth smashed into the ceiling causing debris to crumble down. Electricity wires began to dangle and sparked fire against a piece of clothing, soon the small area would be set ablaze and underneath the skeletons foot, though it didn’t seem to care about the fire at all. The creature reached to wrap its hand around a large aisle shelf picking it up it slashed the ceiling causing more debris to collapse down until finally the creature hurled the large display at Vixen, if it struck her it would throw her through a wall and onto the street.

Red Hood: Large and lumbering, Red Hood had made the fatal err in assuming that the creature would have to take more time to clear the distance between the trio and where it had been devouring their friend's face. Thankfully there was one amongst them who thought quick, and as the Batgirl snatched him up, Red Hood would be twisting to set the All-Blade in the path of the coming metal hook, the golden aura seeming to scream to life to the point that it seemed less sword and more pure 'energy' if one would. It was an attack Jason didn't like to use, the drain on his will was great, but it served well in cutting cleanly through steel and titanium machines before, like a hot knife through butter. The distance caused by Batgirl's throw as well as his own twisting momentum would hopefully carry him out of reach, or at least make it so that only the tip of the hook and his blade met. -c

Red Hood: c- Either way he would release the grappling line he had been using, letting gravity fuel his defense in the form of an angled fall. Down to the ground he would go, rolling backwards on his feet. “Fuck!” Not the best way to save his life, but it would have to do. “Just go!” He'd call up, twisting back to his feet and snatching up the katana that had clattered to the ground near him. “One All-Blade and a normal weapon versus...” Well it seemed that he had help from above, batarangs raining down toward the creature's face. “Let's see...” And with that Red Hood was off, holding the blades close to his body as he tried to use the beast's size and interest in Huntress to get by its legs. If it worked he would bring the All-Blade toward the creature, aiming to cut through a chunk of flesh on his way passing. “Here tall, fucked up and fugly, come chase the glowing gold and red cherry!” -c

Red Hood: c- It was now up to the two on the high to figure out exactly how to help him in the fight, assuming they gave a fuck enough to do so. But Red Hood? Win or lose, he damn well wasn't going to go down easily, and without a fight! 'C'mon pup, you've faced bigger things during training.' Ducra's voice was a scolding in the back of his mind, and caused a grim grin to stretch along his hooded face. He had, but not something strong enough to rip through buildings.

The Hook met Red Hood’s blade and……………………………………….Across the city, a large hulking creature crouched over the corpse of a little girl whose arms and legs were sliced off. Large fingers gently popped the broken limbs back into the girl as Anton Arcane grinned at the small girl’s form capable of fitting into his palm. He then sensed it, a power that had struck his champion and defied his power; it wasn’t red nor green…It was disgusting to feel, like his body had been washed with sanitizer. He placed the little girl down and spoke. “KiLL thEM mY dAUghTER!i!i” The little girl’s body began to stitch together, her eyeball dangled from its socket as her zombified corpse looked across the city and then began skipping like a child would as she made her way towards the Amusement mile…………..The Blood Golem felt the batarangs slash into its eyes but, as blood squirted from its eyes it didn’t affect its vision. Its claws snapped at Huntress but, while seeming <c>

Focused on Huntress, it would backlash and attempt to strike its whole clawed hand at Black Bat, if she was struck she would no doubt be thrown 2 or 3 buildings distance; how far would depend where she was located on the roof, and depending if she was struck, her body armor could potentially protect her from impact; if she wore body armor. Red Hood’s blades seared into the Golem’s foot causing the smell of roasted burgers to linger in the immediate area, but this rot monster wasn’t out of tricks yet. A foul sound of gas being released from the creatures ass, but it wasn’t…toxic gas began to release from its skin creating a fluffy cloud of green and orange smog that would no doubt smell like feces and bile. Red Hood would begin to notice his clothing beginning to burn as its material began decaying and smoking; his armor, helmet, jacket, boots, pants; everything. The distance of this affect was 20 yards, outside of that <c>

There would be clearer visibility and no affect from the acidic gas properties of the foul blood golem.

Toshio Eto: The Samurai sat suspended in the air as he listened in on the voices, trying to figure out where he should go, what he should do! Damnit, he was too old for this, all this experience and all those autographs from kids....what use is it all for if his skills could be used for nothing! When suddenly....the voices stopped. Or rather, they flowed. Flowed and mixed into one single voice that echoed in a thousand voices. "Toshio Eto, The Parliament of Vapors has chosen you! Go forth and destroy the enemies of Order with the mighty winds of the world!" The voices boomed in his head as he snarled, his sword becoming shrouded in constant, swirling winds as patterns appeared across his bare skin resembling swirling spirals as trails of vapors unfurled behind him like a cape, the Samurai raising his sword to the air and letting out a roar of rage that coalesced into the thousand voices of the wind as his lower half was suspended in a whirling tornado that began to fly downwards to the nearest -c-

Toshio Eto: area of impurity, the police station where Anton's hideous minions were slaughtering the loyal defenders of the city and battling with the Batfamily. Alas, the Parliament of Vapors was not nearly as powerful as that of Limbs or Trees, diluted and poisoned by the influence of pollution and the taming of nature with windmills and sails, but the fury of Nature was not one to be ignored as he rose his sword and swung it in a single swath, sending mighty winds down that shattered the windows of the building and tore at the foundation, precise and unrelenting in their pursuit as they attempted to throw various beasts against the walls and batter them to bone and paste, winds slicing like blades along tendons. But the true fury of the hurricane was focused on one target. The Joker. -e-

Looker: Emily woke up to the smell of smoke and the sound of anxious voices. "Worst hangover ever..." The civilians were staying low to the ground since the air in the room was over-powered by the smell of smoke. "Let's get you out of here. Anyone found tall dark and--VIXEN!" Emily heard a crash. Mari had ended up being thrown onto the street with the display nearly pinning her. The red would easily take care of her strength. "Em?" She heard a voice. "Em! Is that you?" How could she hear her all the way from the street? Must have been the red. "I'm getting these guys out of here once and for all! Make sure you take care of the big guy!" Emily decided to head for the back exit. Why hadn't they thought of that in the first place? -e-

As Mari and Emily reunited, a strange Samurai would break into the room and begin attacking the Skeletal avatar causing the monster to roar from the slashing of its blade, a hurricane of attacks scratching at its bones. There was only one monster in the area that anyone could tell, but regardless its thick bones weren’t threatened by the Samurai, despite the wind of his attacks seemed to push and shove the avatar, it didn’t inflict damage that was harmful or significant. The Skeletal avatar swiped his single remaining arm at Toshio aiming to throw him into the wall, because he was an champion of a Parliament he drew the creatures attention and within a split second its sole remaining arm transformed into a large bone spiked blade that it swung attempting to slash and maim Toshio.

Black Bat: No. Cassandra knelt a tad, crouched in a certain position for the conjuring to occur. Grip tightened and before she decoded the certain muscle movement tension in his body. She jumped in place and gracefully tucked knees to her bosom in the midst of leaning back with rapidity. The momentum stirred her and with certain precision, the soles of her boots plastered over its forearm. Of course, followed by the embedded All-Blades. Regardless of whether or not he settled, she coerced the slit wound to pulse upon pulling the knife out and began sprinting up its arm. Well-balanced. The moment she reached its shoulders, Cassandra leaped towards the back of his cranium and plunged the knife into the back of its skull and hopefully its brain. Seeming that they were the only pair that'd actually kill, she hoped it'd work. And if it didn't, she was ready for any coming attacks. Black Bat twisted the knife; made a gash and a considerable hole. {e}

Looker: "Hang on, Samurai Jack!" Emily jumped into action. The vampyress used her talon-like nails to break the blade into pieces. "Samurai Jack? Really?" Vixen crouched on the back of the monster hoping to scrape even more flesh off. "I didn't take you for a nerd, Ms. College Grad." Emily flushed while taking a stab at the monster's eyes. "Sh-Shut up!" With the monster blind they could discretely run off to look for more survivors. Speaking of which, where had the other three gone? "Up here!" The civilians had made their way up a fire escape and began to throw bottles at the head of the skeletal avatar. "Watch the glass!" Looker and Vixen both jumped back defensively as the bottles bursted on contact. -e-

Toshio Eto: The Samurai turned and held his blade to defend himself, only for the monster's limb to shatter from the force of the vampire as he felt a surge of power rush through him, the same surge traveling to Vixen as the two Champions were in close proximity, their powers bleeding over to each other as she would experience the speed of the winds and his own hands were to take on the shape of talons in clouds forming around them, a helmet of air solidifying around him in the stylized shape of a samurai helmet shaped like an eagle's beak as he rose his sword to the air. "Quick! Get back!" He roared out as suddenly, the fire on the monster would flare up in a mighty blaze as it roared into a vicious tornado of flames, completely engulfing the monster as it was continuously fed oxygen from Toshio's winds, raising the temperature enough to even turn solid bone such as the beast into black ash. -e-

The skeletal avatar was impervious to the attacks from glass bottles; it also didn’t have eyes to be stabbed, as it was a skeleton. The strikes at its blade didn’t shatter it, but the wind fueling the fire did cause the avatar to burn. With a destructive slash the long blade would sweep towards Mari, Emily, and Toshio hoping to gut or decapitate any of them as it began walking out of the flames; his feet and legs began melting as the intense heat began to melt its body. The drug store was rapidly lit on fire as the wind scattered the embers to other objects that were highly flammable, soon the building was on fire. As for the fire escape, the civilians wouldn’t be able to climb one and have the ability to throw bottles at the avatar.

Huntress: “Bait? Sure. Stick together? Why not?” The pair split off from her and Huntress was left standing on the roof top, irritation moving through her. “Or we could just, you know. All attack with no plan and get ourselves killed in the process and leave the City to the hands of whoever made it to Arkham.” Huntress spoke to herself, snatching up her compact cross bow quickly with her right hand, shot the already loaded bolt into the roof next to her foot and reloaded it. Sharp blue eyes watched the opposite leg from Jason as she took aim, an explosive tipped bolt loaded up. Her metal staff was placed at a holder against her back, easily accessible without a cape and she snatched a small flare from her belt, smacking it against her thigh to make a red flash light up the top of the roof. “Hey!” -

Huntress: The young woman shouted, placing herself back on the very ledge of the roof, yelling at the creature in hopes of getting its attention and giving the male and female on the ground and monster the chance to complete whatever they were trying to accomplish. Trigger was squeezed and the bolt was released, aiming at the back of the foot of the Blood Golem to explode flesh, to take out its support and balance to send it falling onto its back.-e-

Looker: Vixen had nearly been skewered though her catlike reflexes were much too over-powering. Now she was pinning the Samurai to the ground having knocked him out of the way. Mari hadn't even realized what had happened until the last second. Emily had managed to bend back far enough so that the blade was inches from her navel. "And this is why I take pole-dancing lessons." She let herself fall to the ground then placed her heels on the bottom edge of the sword. The red-head pushed upwards with all of her strength sending the blade back at the skeletal avatar. "If you can't beat 'em...join 'em." The blade was now lodged within the bone of the avatar. If it was thick enough it wouldn't be removed easily and if the bone was too thin then he would probably shatter right in front of her. -e-

Toshio Eto: The Samurai looked on at the blazing inferno that was the shop, knowing he had to do something. With a battle cry, he rose his hand as all flames not currently engulfing the monster suddenly swirled towards him and engulfed himself in a blazing inferno, but the difference? His was controlled. His was his armor. For what this hideous, unpure beast had yet to realize......The Wind was Nature's fury. All of it. Mountains were worn down by it. Oceans were driven to swirling maelstroms and horrible storms by it. Fire itself was born and fed from it, suckling from it's teat. And now....that same fire was controlled by Toshio as he stood before the skeletal avatar, his eyes blazing suns behind a helm of furious fire. "When you go to Hell and see your master, tell him that the Parliament's will -never- let him win." He uttered in a calm, cold voice as he pointed his sword directly at the monster and unleashed a fiery blast powerful enough to melt steel as he concentrated the flames of his -c-
Toshio Eto: armor into the monstrosity. -e-

The fire that surrounded Toshio would be extremely hot and would begin to melt his own armor, as the wind around him was feeding it to become stronger. The bones this creature were made of weren’t simple bone tissue, it was enforced and forged to be powerful. For the heat to reach such intensity it would backlash and hurt the Samurai’s armor. Looker would be able to kick the blade back, however; since the blade was the creatures entire arm, it would hardly reach with stabbing itself. She would knock the avatar back causing it to be scorched by more of the hot flames. Its skull and torso began to liquefy.

Looker: "It's about damn time. Ruined my good pair of heels and gave me a crippling migraine." Emily was helped up by Vixen. These weren't normal zombies they were dealing with. Someone was controlling them. "I don't suppose Samurai Jack knows who these charming creatures belong to." The vampyress tried flicking the rotten flesh off of her Prada shoes. Vixen wasn't happy either. Even though they had managed to save a few people it would mean that the rest of Gotham would be in trouble. There was no way they could save all of the remaining civilians. "Has the Legue contacted you yet?" Vixen touched her ear piece to see if she could get in contact with anyone. "Vixen to League. Can anyone read me?" -e-

Toshio Eto: The Samurai gave out a snarl of pain as he felt himself being cooked by his own flames, his skin starting to steam but thankfully not blister, his endurance supernaturally enhanced by the blessing of Parliament as he swung his blade once and decapitated the beast before he allowed it to liquify to nothing. Finally. A moment of brief respite. "My name....is Toshio Eto, not Samurai Jack. Did you ever watch Superfriends as a child? I was in that. Part of a super-team mainly created as a publicity stunt to help ease stress during the Cold War. Although in secret, we were in covert ops missions during 'Nam and the Korean War. The Watergate Scandal? Before Ray Palmer figured out how to shrink himself, Apache Chief was the one crawling through phone lines and figuring out secrets. Lesser-known power of his. Not that it matters, he died of liver disease a few years after. I've been in retirement for a bit myself, but...." He rose his arm, watching as the burns already began to slowly heal. -c-

Toshio Eto: The Parliament would not allow it's champion to die so quickly. "Seems fate had other plans. So, I'm assuming you're the Red's Avatar? Congratulations. Two Champions are far better than one, it seems. In fact, it seems if we stick together, we might become stronger. I've heard that there's an Avatar of the Green in this city as well. If we can find her, maybe our combined strength would be enough to banish Anton." -e-


Sinister Calling: (Yes there is time, it's not..."INSTANT" acid. You can stand about...15 seconds inside it before your clothes completely burn off. another 5 before you are fleshless, and about 5 until you bleed out.)

Batgirl would STRUGGLE to race up the creature’s gigantic arm the width of two automobiles as it was rapidly snapping at Huntress, but as she climbed and got closer she seemed be oblivious to the smog releasing from the creatures skin. Her clothing and armor would rapidly begin to decay, flaking away and burning with a sizzling sound, crackling as though fat burning in a frying pan. The crackling of her uniform and melting of its material would matter little as she charged towards the beasts head and began attacking it with her weapons rending and smashing into his skull where it cracked open to reveal a spaghetti assortment of worms that reached out to latch on to her wrists, biceps, ankles, and thighs intent on holding her still. <c>

If the tendrils latched onto her they would coil firmly, and she would realize they were made of pure muscle making them thick, strong, and heavy; clearly their intent was to be taxing on their captive’s strength forcing them to shuffle an excessive amount of weight. The claw rapidly slashing at Huntress didn’t quit and the blood golem didn’t seem affected by having its brain smashed upon and peeled like an onion. As Jason took distance the monster didn’t seem to worried about him, at the moment its attention was focused on Huntress and smashing her with its serrated claw, hoping to stab her and add her to its collection of people within its caged belly.

Black Bat: The sudden, unexpected smell of both burning garment and small portions of flesh surprised her. She peered down at the patches of her exposed skin and was sure the brain damage could help hinder this chaos. Of course until his split cranium was inundated with not brain matter or anything unique but...worms. The earlier pain was dulled and she promptly hacked away at the super-powered annelids to prevent the hold. Acuity vision and hearing along with the smell helping immensely during this...incomprehensible battle. She'd fend off whatever crawlers underlying the...monster if necessary. If she got away, she'd immediately stagger back and leap away from his head and land beside Jason. She'd be crouched. How could she help Helena? Cassandra grabbed her bat rope and peered down at Jason, her brows pulled together. They needed to fall back. Now. [e]

Huntress: Wordlessly the capeless Huntress worked on dodging each slash of the creature, the red light from the flare flickering against her body as she forced her breathing to even out. Blue eyes were narrowed in concentration, catching glimpses past the nasty arm of Black Bat as she was going through a struggle of her own. Down on the road below, she hoped that the Red Hood was having better luck than the two of them and as she flipped backwards over a swiping claw she was suddenly thankful that that her cape had already been lost. It was much faster for its size than she would have imagined as she ducked down, sticking low on the roof for a moment and sent up a thought of thanks to her mother and the training she had insisted on her daughter knowing. “Not to get whiny, guys, but the bait is getting a little tired up here!” -

Huntress: Huntress yelled out as she hopped over another swipe, planting a boot down firmly on its appendage below the claw and flipped herself through the air, landing hard and tucking into a roll to put some distance between herself and the edge of the roof. Jesus, didn’t this creature ever run out of steam?

Looker: Looker had been awoken by the sudden screams from below her apartment. Barry had left early this morning and she had fallen into a deep slumber. There were whispers she could hear from outside. A stench carried into her vents that she had recognized as soon as it touched the tip of her nose. "Fuck." Looker to the chance to open the window to a sight of bodies--no it was much worse, zombies. "Shit." Luckily she hadn't been sleeping in the nude for once. The red-head leapt out of the penthouse window in a hurry. Her ability of flight carried her over the roofs of the buildings in Gotham. Where was Barry? Were there any survivors? "Damn." There had to be at least one bat-kid around. She flew lower to the ground this time. Even from two stories the stench was unbearable. There was so much death and decay swarming about the streets. Looker felt obligated to help, but was there anything she could do at this point?

Red Hood: Right then, whatever the beast was didn't matter to Red Hood as he worked to get out of the gas cloud that had been rather bluntly 'farted' from the creature. Thankfully the downpour of good 'ole H2O was doing well to weaken the effects of the cloud upon his armor and attire. Black Bat had one of his All-Blades meaning that she could handle herself, or at least the man under the Hood hoped so. Twisting about one hand would drop his remaining magical weapon, letting it fade into nothing. Sadly for the Black Bat? The second blade would soon follow up, though by then she would hopefully be ready to escape. "GET READY TO RUN! I SWEAR TO FUCKING CHRIST IF YOU TWO KEEP FUCKING WITH IT I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!" At the top of lungs it was shouted, hand grasping grappling gun to fire it off over the creature's shoulders. Down or up, it didn't matter to him where Black Bat or Huntress were at that moment...He had a plan, a very powerful and dangerous one. -c

Red Hood: c- A breath is taken and eyes are closed. Grappling gun would find the edge of a building and begin to pull, yanking Red Hood free of the cloud and back toward the being. Already he was in his center, already he was channeling his inner darkness, twisting and melding it with the All-Blades and the magic that Ducra and her daughter, Essence, had given him. Through the air he would fly, eyes opening at the last second as he aimed his palm directly at the top of the creature's head, using its own lack of attention upon himself, as well as the fact he had speed (even if it did notice him) to full advantage. What was the purpose? This attack wasn't made to destroy dark magic, wasn't made to clense it as the All-Blades could be described as. Instead it would repel it completely, utterly forcing it from the vessel that it powered and kept together. How strong? The entire Darkness that Ra's al Ghul took from the Untitled had been forced out of him by this blow. IF it worked? Great. IF not? -c

Red Hood: c- Well Hood would be topside and rolling on the rooftops, without the ability to call his blades back to him until he meditated and rested - though he still had a katana to use. Normal steel and bullets would work, right?

The Blood golem would continue to rake towards Huntress when its attention caught sight of Red Hood’s incoming attack. The strike at the beasts head would knock the creature backwards, its large girth tumbled backwards and smashed into a building causing it to crumble. The people within its belly screamed in terror. “HELP ME!!” Multiple voices chanted, their arms reaching for freedom. The Golem wouldn’t be defeated by the power unleashed, its head changed colors to a black color appearing to have died, but the sudden roar from the beast’s mouth indicated it was still alive and kicking. A belch of foul decay and burnt flesh shot out and immediately the monster began recovering as internal worms began killing the people within the belly of the monster’s cage. The Golem stood up and its once black head was restored to a red shade allowing it to focus its attention on Red Hood. <c>

Its claws shot forward and releasing 5 chains, each manipulated in striking Red Hood from his left, right, above, and two on his flank. If they caught him they would yank him at rapid speed into the Golem’s hand to be crushed within its left hand. Black Bat would find the tentacle worms weren’t able to hold her, but the acidic gas did its damage to her and did what it was intended to do.

Black Bat: "Come to us!" She'd shout towards Helena. Another wave of panic hit her though she proceeded to remain composed outside. And if something wasn't going right, she'd have her batrope or grappling gun ready to aid Huntress. Even go over there. But after Jason's remark, she wasn't sure if taking anymore direct hits would be the best course of action. Of course, this was during the time the channeled ability managed to knock the massive creature backwards. Cassandra blinked in surprise the moment Jason began levitating. She watched the scene unfold. Thank God. Until.... "The citizens!" She cried out before they were brutally murdered...Again, she was torn between saving and being smart. Teeth grated.This was absolute mayhem. "RUN." She'd be beside Jason and Huntress to fend off the coming chains and anything else fixated on the three to the best of her ability.

Huntress: Huntress wasn’t a woman who took to being bossed around so well, but in this case she was willing to make an exception. As Red Hood shouted from below, she sprinted across the rooftop, heading for Cass’ voice, grappling gun in hand. Ground, rooftop, it honestly didn’t seem to matter when it came to the giant freak of nature trying to impale every living creature it came across. From the corner of her eyes she watched as the attack was made, sliding to a stop as she watched the creature fall back into the building and let out a held breath. “Hell ye-…” The words were choked off as she heard the roar, the screams and felt her stomach twist. ‘Be realistic, you weren’t going to be able to save them anyway.’ The cynical part of her mind spoke, the one based on self preservation and she clinched her teeth, baring them as it pushed itself straight. -

Huntress: Red Hood landed on the rooftop across from her, and the Black Bat was making her way to him and so she ran off the edge of the rooftop, the pop of the grappling gun getting lost in the rain as she swung towards them. “Oh…shit.” The Blood Golem’s arm extended, and from there she heard the clack of chains shooting outwards. She would have been carried up over the arm to the safety of the rooftop away from the pair but instead she hit the release on the gun. With a vicious cry the Huntress let her momentum carry her up into the air then came down with both boots slamming down into the arm of the Golem as hard as she could to jerk it downwards and hopefully yank the chains off course. Free hand jerked free her crossbow, where an explosive bolt was already loaded and she shot it into the crook of the Blood Golems arm, setting off the charge to hopefully blow off the appendage she was standing on.

Looker: After hearing a crowd of screams Looker flew faster. From afar she could make out a large monster and the scent of more than a thousand rotting corpses. "Are those...?" There were people trapped inside of the belly of the beast. Not only that, there were the batkids and one other figure she couldn't make out. Looker hid behind a running car waiting for an opening. Unaware of the entire situation she needed a chance to think. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small compact mirror. Her goal was to signal the batkids with a glare. "Alright someone's got to see." Using the headlights from the still running car she reflected the light from her mirror. "Over here!" Looker tried shinning the light at all of them hoping for one head to turn. Ocassionally the light would hit their eyes. It wasn't the smartest of choices, but giving away her position would ruin their chances.


Red Hood: Hood heard a voice shouting toward someone, felt his body come down on the rooftop in a roll, and was even aware that he was pushing himself back to his feet, forcing screaming muscles to work despite the need for a break, for rest. Whatever the fuck the patchwork shithead was, it took some damage from the attack and toppled to a building - which was fine and well for Red Hood, it meant that he had time to get his balance back and begin to move before the creature could start its counterattack. 'It's fast, pup.' Ducra's voice was in the man's mind, hand moving to grasp the katana while free digits curled around one of his pistols. Good thing too, as soon as Black Bat joined they would be fighting off... "Chains?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Blade would jerk into one sliver of metal, twisting it off course further - and hopefully Huntress's attack would do well in making the chains further miss. Pistol-wielding hand would jerk out as well, using the metal of the gun as a brace -c

Red Hood: c- against forearm to, once more, smack a chain out wide, using its own momentum and powerful force to keep it from closing in around him. Left and right, check. Above? Well they were moving, right? And away from the golem, right? Well, two of them were, probably...Maybe...Whatever. "FUCK YOU ARE ALL RETARDS!" Mental note - if he got out of this, he was going to cut off McGinnis's balls so that neither him nor Helena could breed. Why was Jason mad? Anger beat fear. "Get to Huntress. Go. Just fucking go." This was to Black Bat, while Red Hood tried to avoid any chains still coming for him, as well as tumble down into a side alley. The flash of some type of signal light had indeed caught his attention - but he couldn't just walk off and run to it...Not without risking leading the creature. Now it was up to the girls to figure out how to escape, while Jason worked his way back around to add support.

The chains weren’t slow, despite their large size, they were incredibly fast, having one, maybe two wrap around Jason’s weapons, it pinned him unless it released his weapons. This allowed for the remaining three chains to strike, one aimed to wrap around his ankle and curl up his leg to his thigh. The second would try to do the same to his other leg. The third from above would attempt to wrap around Red Hood’s back, sliding down towards his hips and then began trying to wrap around his waist to squeeze and strangulate his body. Huntress had a whole other problem…Her boots would strike a large tunnel of muscle. Her boots wouldn’t budge; rather it felt like her boots landed on ground; a bit of ‘dust’ its first layer of flab and muscle jiggled only slightly before Huntress felt like she was pushing against a concrete wall. <c>

But her bolt shot into the cavity of its arm and exploded splintering its muscle separating a few strands of muscle, prompting the muscles to redirect towards Huntress as they began to regrow; they transformed into worms that stretched to wrap around Huntress’ ankle and another lashed out to wrap around her waist in order to pull her closer to the Golem’s arm. If Huntress was grabbed she would be pulled close and more worms would release from inside the golems arm attempting to bind Huntress’ arms, legs, throat in order to capture her and bring her inside a cavity within its arm in order to devour her and place her into its cage. If she wasn’t grabbed she would fall backwards and land in front of the creature. Its acidic gas cloud wouldn’t affect Huntress if she was snatched and brought inside the creature; she would be protected by the golem’s muscle like skin. The explosion would stir the chains as they chased after Red Hood, but did little to delay or stop them. <c>

The explosion did cause small slivers of muscle to spew onto Huntress creating tiny, finger sized, leeches that began attaching themselves to Huntress; approximately twenty of them formulated on her and began crawling and gnawing on her clothing.