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Laughing As A Boy In Blue In Pristine Shoes (Batman/DC Quest)

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[X] Visit Wayne Industries for a little chat.

We got a lead so now like any good detective we better stick with it before the trail goes cold.
 
[x] Try and come up with something that could drop someone like Croc non lethally

He said he would remember us you guys and I doubt we will have a meat locker on standby next time so it's time to pull a Batman and come up with a toy so we can be prepared for him next time. Time to put that Joker brain to work if he can drop Wonder Woman and other supers with a toxin made of household supplies then he can damn well find a way to drop Croc.
 
[X] A man named Harvey Dent showed up at the station.

I'm guessing Two Face is basically going to be Daredevil here. Maybe with a dash of Moon Knight thrown in for identity confusion.
 
Well, Gordon is a loon, more likely the Punisher Gordon.

[X] Go to Selina Kyle's art show.

Might as well see our friend.
Dreamland said:
- [ ] Oracle gave you a tip about a 'crime'. There were 365 days in a year.
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Calendar Man?
Dreamland said:
- [ ] Information on Wayne Industries
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Would be reasonable to head there to inform them of the stolen car not mention how the business is going and who is currently running it.
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"Stop? I don't think you understand Joe Chill. Did you stop when you murdered the Waynes? How about all the people you've robbed and crippled?" Joe couldn't see the man's face, but he could clearly see the blue latex gloves he adjusted on his hands. "What happened when they asked you to stop?"

"Th-the Wayne's? I ain't heard about them in years. It wasn't nothin' personal!" He shook his head as he spit out a glob of blood. "I was paid by their kid, Bruce Wayne wanted them dead!"
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I'm not sure if he's lying or telling the truth here. We know the Bats is crazy but every rendition of him cared about his parents, I would have assumed he would have gone insane over their deaths.
 
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The Cat's Meow and The Bee's Knees
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    • [X] Go to Selina Kyle's art show

    After arriving you just took a spot relatively out of the way, a large balcony overlooking the city street. Leaning against the wall, you watched waiters with trays of glasses and large bottles of alcohol move about, catering to the guests. You were extremely uncomfortable in this environment even if you seemed indifferent.

    You already regretted showing up.

    A cigarette left your carton and you placed it in your mouth as you dug around your jacket for your lighter. The moment you found it, the cigarette was removed from your mouth.

    "You should know smoking isn't allowed here." Selina Kyle pointed the butt of the cigarette at you, her eyes mischievous while chiding you. "You seem like you want to jump off the balcony head first."

    A grumble escaped your throat as she stole your lighter and lit the cigarette and placed it into your mouth. She wasn't wrong, being in a hospital was a better alternative. "Yeah well I had the day off."

    Her eyes showed some surprise before she giggled. "That's so precious!" She held her stomach as she doubled over in laughter. "You're such a softie Francis!" She wiped away a tear from her eye. "You didn't have to show up, you know I hate these stiffs just as much as you do." her smirk returned as she leaned against the wall near you.

    You exhaled smoke and sighed, Selina could always read you. "I don't understand why you deal with them anyway." You knew she didn't enjoy these party exhibits she put together. The amount of work and socializing made you tired just thinking about it.

    She raised an eyebrow and her mouth set into a frown, she gave you a glance that screamed 'are you stupid?'. "You know I like money Francis, the pay is good."

    That was true, she was able to afford living downtown in a relatively safe and expensive neighborhood. Even in Gotham, if you had the money you could live in the low crime places, it just cost a lot, way above any of the money you ever made. Growing up the both of you weren't used to having much. It made Selina have a very high affinity for money and comfort, she never wanted to be poor and struggle again in her life.

    That very same worry caused her to often fret about you, even though you lived just fine. She would often try to convince you to get an apartment closer to her, one she was willing to pay for, so she'd know you were safe and alright.

    "Selina?" A man called out as he stepped onto the large balcony. Well built, well dressed and handsome, he smiled when he caught sight of his target.

    You didn't like how fake that smile was.

    Selina seemed surprised by the man's presence. "Bruce? What are you doing here?" The man strode confidently over to Selina, a champagne glass in hand. Suddenly without warning, he scooped her into his arms giving her a deep kiss that seemed to leave her flustered. His eyes weren't closed, but stared straight at you. She pushed him away with laugh. "Down boy, this isn't exactly a prime spot for affection."

    The man turned his attention towards you, a hand extended towards you. "A friend of yours Selina?" he stared into your eyes and gave you a smile. One that never reached his eyes. "Wayne, Bruce Wayne, but I'm sure you already know who I am."

    What a joke, a rich boy pampered by his parents money. Unlike many other people, you didn't really sympathize with his parents death as an excuse for his actions. Or perhaps because you lost your parents as well, it made you less able to hand out sympathy. He wasn't the only person in Gotham that had lost his parents at a young age, and he wouldn't be the last.

    Late night parties, destruction of property, people hospitalized from reckless driving. It seems money gave him a lot of free passes. Donations to charity, construction of new buildings and jobs never swayed your personal grievances with this man. He made the justice system more of joke than it already was in Gotham.

    Now someone who you cared for was involved with this man. You almost laughed at the sheer absurdity of it.

    Bruce Wayne extended his hand, what did you do?

    [ ] Shake his hand.

    [ ] Ignore his greeting.

    You flicked the cigarette onto the ground and smothered it wth your shoe. You weren't in the mood to finish it anymore as you walked back into the ballroom. You ignored Selina calling out your name.

    -

    "Damn it Francis..." Selina muttered in frustration as she watched his retreating back. She knew this wouldn't go over well with him, she didn't expect either Bruce or Francis to show up in the first place. She had brought up the fact that she was seeing someone to her friend, but she avoiding mentioning it was Bruce Wayne of all people.

    Now she was in a sour mood and the night was no where near over.

    Bruce stepped near her as he took a sip of his drink. "Huh, was it something I said?" He wondered out loud as he looked at Selina.

    "No, this just isn't his kind of crowd." Selina absentmindedly replied as she rubbed her forehead.

    Bruce hummed in curiosity but let it go. "How about you show me the new pieces on display? I'm sure I could gather some curious eyes and ears for your bids." he offered his arm towards her which she took easily.

    -

    An explosion rocked the ballroom, shouts and screams of panic were silenced by the yell of guns.

    "Now, now ladies and germs, please relax! If ya do as we say no one gets hurt right?" A man with a red cloth mask and wild blonde hair stepped through the smoke. Thugs in expensive looking suits came out after him, scattering into strategic points in the room. "The name's Grifter, I'll be your instructor for the night!"


    A pudgy and short man strutted through the debris, an opened umbrella spun as it covered his head from imaginary rain. "I think my money's well spent on you, mercenary."



    The Penguin was pleased, the man had whipped his boys into shape and now robbing this art show would be a piece of cake. "Oi!" He called out behind him. "The Bat wanted to make sure this all goes well! Keep a look out!" A woman donned in a silhouette reminiscent of a bat simply nodded as she turned away. Her red hair disappearing through the smoke.

    The penguin sniffed in distaste, he hated listening to The Bat. The fact that his little pet was overseeing his activities made his blood boil. The Penguin had to listen, for now. Soon he would be able to break out of that shadow and crush The Bat himself.

    For now, he simply watched the terror stricken faces of the people his boys started to rob. Jewels, watches and the paintings all around were being quickly shipped out.

    "Uh oh, looks like we got a bit of trouble, boss." Grifter mentioned with a bit of excitement in his voice. He dodged a whip that cracked, ready to split his face open. Grifter whistled as he looked at Catwoman, not seeming very pleased about any of this. "Well well, I wouldn't mind being your pet, kitty kitty."

    Catwoman swung her whip again. "Sorry, but I'm not a fan of dogs." She purred out with a smirk as she forced the man to dodge again. "I don't know why you boys decided to pick tonight of all nights, but I was here first. This was supposed to be my score."

    "Now, now." The Penguin made a calming motion with his hand. "Bargaining is my forte little lady. We can make a deal." The Penguin didn't really care, but another set of hands would just make his life easier. He peered behind Catwoman to see some of his men knocked out. He was an observant man, that woman didn't do this.

    Catwoman jolted as an arm gripped her throat. Someone had snuck up on her? Catwoman's eyes widened behind her goggles as a voice spoke. "GPD! Put your hands up"

    -

    Just your luck, Selina's art exhibit was being targeted. You assumed this woman under your grip worked for the short man in front of you.

    "Sorry officer, but I haven't exactly broken any law." The woman's foot hit you in the face in an impressive display of flexibility, it caused you to loosed your grip which she slipped away from easily. You attempted to catch her but tripped and fell to the floor. You examined your ankles and found them tied together by bolas.

    The Catwoman was gone before you knew it, and now that man with the red cloth mask held a gun to your head. "Ouch! That must sting. The beautiful ones are always as sharp as a rose-" he raised a part of your coat, seeing your badge. "-detective."

    The Penguin smirked and stepped towards you. "Heh, this is what happens when you try to play a hero. I'm a very generous man, having police on my payroll is aways a valuable asset." The short man waved a wad of money in your face. "What do you say detective? Friends?"

    You smacked the wad of bills away from you face and spit on Penguins face in return. You were really pissed of now, you couldn't be bought. Grifter fell to his back as you swung your tied legs to sweep him off his feet. Shimmying backwards you found a piece of glass on the floor and cut your restrains off.

    "I want him dead!" The Penguin yelled as a couple of his thugs charged at you. A thug tackled you as you punched another's lights out. You quickly turned the thug holding you onto his back and punch him twice, knocking him out.

    The roar of gunfire caused you to dodge to the side. "Your pretty quick detective!" Grifter complimented as he continued to fire. A grenade was tossed next to you. "Nothing personal, just business!" You scrambled quickly out of the way, the explosion was powerful enough to launch you into a wall. With a pant you stood, using the wall as a support. Grifter's gun clicked behind your head. "Looks like I win-" the man grunted as the crack of a whip snaked around his arm pulling him away from you.

    Not wasting any time, you charged into the man, tackling him to the floor. He received a knuckle sandwich for his troubles, but he returned one causing you to get off of him. His boot struck across your face, you held onto the floor, keeping yourself up with one hand.

    "That woman keeps getting in the way!" He released a hail of fire above him. He sucked his teeth and turned his attention back to you. The moment he did, a hastily made Molotov cocktail shattered onto him forcing him to scream and fall back. You were lucky you swiped that bottle from the waiter.

    A fire extinguisher sprayed on the man, you covered your mouth as two of penguins henchmen dragged Grifter away. You saw The Penguin at the entrance tip his hat towards you before a car crashed through the doors, he and the rest of his men stepped through, done ransacking the place.

    "Shit..." You muttered as you looked at the destroyed ballroom. A shadow caught your eye above. Making their way to an emergency exit. You followed as quickly as you could, up the multiple stairs and through the roof.

    The gun in your hand aimed at the figure perched at the edge of the roof. A large jewel sparkled in between her fingers. "You're awfully persistent for a boy in blue." Catwoman snickered as she looked you over. "If you're too clingy you'll just scare women away."

    "Yeah, well the only woman I'm after right now is you." you easily retorted. "I'm bringing you in and you can answer some questions."

    Catwoman sighed with a shake of her head. "If it's about short and stuffy, sorry I don't know a damn thing. It just so happened we were after the same place."

    She seemed to be telling the truth, but something still bugged you. "Why did you help me? You could've been gone by now."

    She only smiled and began to step off of the ledge. "See you around detective!" You quickly made your way to the edge, only to see Catwoman gone.

    "Damn it!" Criminals just did whatever they wanted didn't they? You were lucky to even still be breathing. Just what were you suppossed to do as one man in a city of crooks?

    You didn't notice the bat shaped silhouette observing you from the distant rooftop.

    You couldn't find Selina in any of the chaos, you decided to head home. What happened?

    [ ] Bruce Wayne was in your home waiting for you, sipping away at your whiskey.

    [ ] You contacted Oracle for some leads on this 'Catwoman'.

    [ ] A large box that smelled like spoiled meat was left in front of your apartment.

    [ ] You received a call from a man named Harvey Dent.

    [ ] Write-in
     
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    • [X] Shake his hand.

    [X] Bruce Wayne was in your home waiting for you, sipping away at your whiskey.

    Let's at least be polite with the man who may or may not be the bat.
     
    [X] Shake his hand.

    [X] Bruce Wayne was in your home waiting for you, sipping away at your whiskey.
     
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