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Actually you will find the final recruit coming soon.
The Bonds that Shape the Universe Again (A Persona/Batman Adventure)
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Adam is asking the same thing.
She doesn't want to boss us around?
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You think she wants to be the mad lady in charge.
Oh she does but she is a headliner not part of an act
"Final recruit"? So our team will only have 3 team members? That's disappointing. Then I personally hope for Harley. Anything to keep her from "Mista J".
Magoose
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Final recruit of the kid prologue thing.
After all you haven't even gotten the mascot yet
Oh! That's different! I withdraw my complaint. I'd love for our final recruit at this stage to be Harvey Dent. Maybe we could help him with his anger issues like how we've been helping Jonathan "John" Crane with his fear. But I'll leave that up to you!
Any hints on what the mascot is going to be? It'd be on-brand for Gotham to have our mascot be a bat or an owl.
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Magoose
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You aren't in the same socioeconomic class to get Dent. Sorry but you are poor, so you don't get thehigh class options.
As for John, he isn't out of the woods yet in terms of becoming villain...
He's got some shit to work out.
as for the mascot... you'll see.
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Yeah, so humanity's consciousness is caused by an alien, basically... Oh yeah, the moon is the alien's physical body. Can't forget about that!
psychologist
Looks like Adam's verbal attack hits Bullock's weakness!
save, give a space to the "withthe", and change that to Ryders'
I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be "to not". Unless there is a proper way to blow up a room by accident.
live
anonymously, I think that sentence is a bit off? Maybe rewrite it to be more clearer.
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I'm personally curious to see who the navigators are. For Persona 4 and 5. The temporary navigators are the mascots, and then females for the permanent ones. The exception to this would be Persona 3, where both navigators are female.
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Also, I enjoy Adam acting like a good so much in the newest update! It pretty much serves as a reminder of how young Adam is what with him being 8 and all. The snark John has is hilarious as well. Though yeah, he does have issues he still needs to deal with.
Also, @Magoose, would you mind updating the informational thread for The MC? It's currently outdated with the alias for example, so yeah, thanks!
Also, @Magoose, would you mind updating the informational thread for The MC? It's currently outdated with the alias for example, so yeah, thanks!
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That does not update till the end of the arc.
Because I have a lot of things to add, and doing it all at once would be better.
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Part 21: Another Fight (Arc 1: Save Yourself)
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Part 21: Another Fight (Arc 1: Save Yourself)
[X] Keep Going: Well the night is still young.
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The night was still young, and you and John wandered through the dark streets of Gotham. You weren't bored, exactly, it was more of a restless, nagging feeling, like you were a wandering shade, untethered and drifting without purpose. Every step felt aimless, every shadow just another reminder of the encroaching darkness.
That's when you saw it, the door to the Velvet Room, shimmering faintly in an alleyway like a mirage. You stopped dead in your tracks.
"Uh… you okay?" John asked, noticing your hesitation.
"Yeah," you muttered, your eyes fixed on the glowing portal. "I'll catch up."
Before John could respond, the door creaked open, and Margaret stepped out, her gaze sharp and unyielding. But filled mostly with concern.
"We need to speak," she said simply, gesturing for you to enter.
The door opened wider, and though it felt like you were being pulled in, some part of you knew you would've gone in regardless. Something told you this was overdue.
The Velvet Room was as it always was, otherworldly, draped in hues of blue and gold, its edges stretching into an infinite void. Margaret stood by the entrance, her expression unreadable.
"Hi?" you ventured cautiously. "Is something wrong?"
"Our master wishes to speak with you," she replied, her tone calm yet firm. "About your future in the Velvet Room."
You frowned. "Am I getting kicked out?"
Margaret's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "What? No! What makes you say that?"
"He's an orphan, Margaret," came a dry voice from the side. Adam, still bound to his strange contraption of wires and machinery, shifted uncomfortably despite being comfortable with his surroundings. "Give him a break. He probably thinks everyone's going to abandon him. Hell, the way you phrased it freaked me out, and I've been stuck here for ages."
Margaret sighed, rubbing her temples. "Just sit down. He's coming."
"Who?" you asked, glancing nervously between the two.
"Hello, Adam," a smooth, calm voice interrupted, echoing through the room like the chime of a bell. It was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable weight of authority. "And you, young guest. It's nice to finally meet you."
A man stepped forward from the shadows. His appearance was striking: jet-black hair, piercing eyes, and an opera mask split into contrasting halves, one side pure white, the other an inky black. His very presence seemed to shift the air, and you could feel a power emanating from him that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
"Who are you?" you asked, your voice wavering slightly.
The man tilted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I would say, 'Be not afraid,' but you might take it as blasphemous," he said with a soft chuckle. "I am Philemon. One of the… let's say, upper associates of the Velvet Room. I oversee its operation, ensuring it serves its purpose: aiding those like you who battle against entropy and evil, so that mankind can remain free to choose its own destiny."
His smile grew faintly wistful. "You, my dear guest, are one such individual, a warrior against the shadows that threaten this world."
You swallowed hard, his words sinking in. "Okay… but why are you here now?"
"Because of Gotham," he said, his smile fading into a grimace. "This city… Oh, how I despise it."
You blinked in surprise. "Why? Sure, Gotham's bad—urban decay and all—but it can't be that awful."
Philemon let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "If only you knew, child. The peculiar characters, the rot, the sheer entropy that seeps into every corner of this city… It's a battleground unlike any other." He leaned forward, his tone growing more serious. "And that is why I'm here. To warn you."
"Warn me about what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"A shadow," Philemon said, his eyes narrowing. "One greater and more terrible than any you've faced thus far. It is born of Gotham's darkest depths, and if you confront it unprepared, it will kill you."
The words sent a chill down your spine. "Kill me? But I've been—"
"You've merely been trimming the edges of the darkness," Philemon interrupted his voice firm. "This shadow is a manifestation of the rot at Gotham's core. It will not fall so easily. But do not despair; you are not alone in this fight. And while your path will be fraught with peril, it will also be one of great growth."
You took a shaky breath, ready to ask more questions, but Philemon raised a hand to stop you. "In time, you will understand. For now, know that you are not yet fully equipped for the battles ahead. I've heard whispers that you desire proper attire for your escapades. Rest assured, I know a tailor who will be of great service… eventually."
He stood, the faintest hint of amusement returning to his expression. "For now, continue your journey, young guest. And remember: even in Gotham's darkest shadows, there is light to be found. Good luck."
Before you could respond, the room began to blur, the walls and furniture melting away like watercolors in the rain. You blinked, and suddenly you were back in the alley, John staring at you with a mix of concern and impatience.
"You done zoning out?" he asked, crossing his arms. "We've got more shadows to hunt, remember?"
You nodded, still reeling from the encounter, but something in you felt… different. Stronger. The fight wasn't over—not by a long shot—but for the first time, you felt like you were truly ready to face whatever Gotham had to throw at you.
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The man… bat… thing was not what you expected. Floating a few feet off the ground, its tiny, humanoid frame seemed harmless enough, but there was something off about it. Its proportions were wrong, exaggerated like a cartoon character brought to life. It wore a blue and black cowl with long ears, its tiny cape flapping behind it as though caught in an invisible breeze.
"Hello! Are you Adam Romero?" the creature asked, a broad, unsettling smile splitting its face.
You blinked, stunned into silence, but John was not as composed. "What the hell is that?" he shouted, voice cracking with panic.
"Are you serious right now?" you asked, trying your best to stay calm. "We're hunting monsters, and you're freaking out over a talking…" You trailed off, eyeing the creature warily. "What are you, anyway?"
"I am Bat-Mite!" the creature declared proudly, puffing out its chest. Its voice was high-pitched and grating, like nails on a chalkboard mixed with helium. "Though I appear to be a bit early in meeting my great hero! Wait…" It tilted its head, its unnervingly large eyes narrowing as it studied you. "You're the one I'm working with?"
You took a step back, instinctively reaching for your Persona, but stopped yourself. The thing didn't seem immediately hostile, though it was deeply unsettling. "Okay…" you said cautiously, trying to process what you were looking at. "Let's back up. You're… Bat-Mite? And you're here to work with me?"
Bat-Mite crossed its tiny arms and huffed. "Well, yeah. Though I must admit, this is a bit of a disappointment. I was expecting someone a little more… heroic!" It gestured at your outfit, scrunching its nose. "You don't even have a cool costume! How are we supposed to strike fear into the hearts of villains if you look like… well, that?"
You looked down to your clothes. "I look great! You look weird!" You replied. "At least John's clothes make sense. Being an agent of fear."
John was not amused. "I refuse to be part of this… I'm going to sit down." He sat down, trying to take in the whole situation, and just... isn't. "This thing doesn't feel right. Look at it! It's… it's wrong! Like it crawled out of a nightmare or something!"
You took another, longer look at Bat-Mite. John wasn't entirely wrong, there was something profoundly unsettling about the creature. Its exaggerated grin seemed just a hair too wide for its face, and those dark, beady eyes held a depth that felt almost infinite, like staring into the void. And the way it moved—fluid, weightless—wasn't natural, as though it were more concept than creature.
"Rude," Bat-Mite muttered, its arms crossed in mock offense.
"Okay," you said, raising a hand to silence John's panicked rant before it could escalate further. "Let's just… take a breath and figure this out. Bat-Mite, if that's really your name, what exactly do you want?"
Bat-Mite perked up, spinning in mid-air with an almost childlike enthusiasm. "I'm here to help!" it declared, throwing out its arms as though presenting itself like a prize on a game show. "You've been chosen, Adam Romero, to be my champion! Together, we'll fight the forces of darkness, bring justice to Gotham, and—oh! Maybe even meet the real Batman!" Its eyes glimmered with excitement, but instead of endearing, it came off as unnerving, like a doll that had suddenly come to life.
"Batman?" you asked, frowning. "What the heck is a Batman?"
Bat-Mite froze mid-spin, its expression morphing into one of pure disbelief. "What?" it sputtered. "What do you mean, what's a Batman? How could you not—oh. Oh, I must've gone way too far back. Before the iconic era." It floated down to eye level, scratching its head in exaggerated thought. "This timeline thing is always so tricky. Never mind! Let's just call him… my employer."
You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes. "Wait, you work for the butterfly people, right?"
Bat-Mite blinked, then broke into a toothy grin. "Yes, yes! The butterfly people. That's a… wonderfully simplistic way of putting it."
"Say no more," you said, brushing off the strange explanation. Turning to John, who was still sitting on the ground staring at Bat-Mite as though it might spontaneously combust, you clapped your hands. "John, get up. We're hunting shadows! And guess what? This little guy's on our team."
"Are you serious?" John snapped, gesturing wildly at Bat-Mite. "You're just… okay with this? That thing is unnatural, Adam! It doesn't belong here!"
Bat-Mite hovered over John, smirking mischievously. "And you're completely normal, huh? With your fancy burlap sack mask and your little chains. Very spooky. I'm terrified."
John scowled, rising to his feet. "I'm not taking orders from a floating gremlin."
"Oh, gremlin? That's rich coming from someone who screamed like a toddler two minutes ago," Bat-Mite shot back, crossing its arms.
"Enough!" you said, stepping between them. "John, we don't have time for this. We're dealing with shadows, and Bat-Mite here… weird as he is, says he's here to help. If he can double our money and keep us alive, I'm willing to give him a shot."
John hesitated, glancing between you and the hovering Bat-Mite. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he relented. "Fine. But if this thing pulls one creepy stunt."
"I'm nothing but creepy stunts," Bat-Mite interrupted with a grin. "But don't worry, Johnny-boy. I'll make sure you look good doing them."
John muttered something under his breath, clearly unimpressed, but you ignored him. Turning back to Bat-Mite, you said, "Alright, Bat-Mite. If you're really here to help, let's see what you've got. We've got shadows to hunt."
Bat-Mite clapped its hands together, looking positively thrilled. "Oh, you're going to love what I bring to the table, Adam! This is going to be the start of a beautiful partnership." It winked, and for a moment, you felt a chill run down your spine.
Beautiful or not, you had a feeling this partnership was going to be anything but boring.
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The Shadow loomed ahead, its form a shifting, seething mass of darkness. Its movements were erratic, pulsing with an eerie hunger that made your skin crawl. This wasn't just a mindless monster—it was a predator, and you were its prey.
What do you do?:
(Interrupt!)
Before you could act, Bat-Mite zipped in front of you, wagging a tiny finger. "Hold it right there, genius!"
"What now?" you muttered, gripping your weapon tightly.
"Are you seriously about to charge in there without scouting for weaknesses first?" Bat-Mite asked, his tone dripping with condescension.
You hesitated, glancing at John, who looked equally confused. "I mean… yeah? That's kind of how we've been handling these things."
Bat-Mite facepalmed with an exaggerated groan. "You are so stupid. Like, genuinely. That kind of thinking will get you killed, my dear champion. Do you want to end up as Shadow Chow?"
"Alright, fine," you said, throwing up your hands. "What do you suggest?"
Bat-Mite snapped his fingers, and suddenly the shadow's form seemed to shimmer and shift. The darkness burned away in patches, revealing faint flickers of its true nature. It flinched, recoiling slightly, as though something about you, or within you, was causing it pain.
"Do you see it now?" Bat-Mite asked, his voice brimming with smug satisfaction.
"Yeah… it's reacting to something," you said, narrowing your eyes at the shadow's twitching form. "What is that?"
"It's your fire from your peersona," Bat-Mite explained, floating around you in lazy circles. "That inferno inside you? It's like a hot knife through butter for this particular beastie. Shadows like these hate fire, it's their kryptonite."
"So I just burn it away?" you asked, your grip tightening on your weapon. The fire within you stirred, ready to unleash itself. "Also, what is a kryptonite?"
"Exactly!" Bat-Mite said, throwing his arms wide. "But don't get cocky. Shadows aren't dumb. They'll adapt if you give them too much time. You need to hit it fast and hard." He than caught the second question. "My god, I am far in the timeline, there isn't even a super man."
John raised an eyebrow, his mask tilted slightly as he glanced between you and the shadow. "Alright, so he burns it. What about me? I've got power, not fire."
Bat-Mite tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, don't worry, Johnny-boy. Your physical power? Perfect for keeping it off balance while Firestarter here does his thing. You're like the distraction guy. Think of yourself as… the scarecrow to his flamethrower."
John frowned but didn't argue. Instead, he nodded, gripping the chains at his side. "Fine. Let's do this."
You took a deep breath, feeling the heat within you rise to a boiling point. The shadow hissed, its form trembling as it sensed the fire about to erupt. "Alright," you said, glancing at John and Bat-Mite. "Let's burn this thing to ash."
"Now that's the spirit!" Bat-Mite cheered, clapping his hands. "Time to show this shadow why we don't mess with champions!"
What do you do?:
[]FIRE!: You are going to burn it to cinders!
[]The Fire and Flame: Maybe you and John can get a combo going, try to make something awesome.
[]Bat-Mite forever: Talk to Batmite, and see what he knows.
[]Write in
[X] Keep Going: Well the night is still young.
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The night was still young, and you and John wandered through the dark streets of Gotham. You weren't bored, exactly, it was more of a restless, nagging feeling, like you were a wandering shade, untethered and drifting without purpose. Every step felt aimless, every shadow just another reminder of the encroaching darkness.
That's when you saw it, the door to the Velvet Room, shimmering faintly in an alleyway like a mirage. You stopped dead in your tracks.
"Uh… you okay?" John asked, noticing your hesitation.
"Yeah," you muttered, your eyes fixed on the glowing portal. "I'll catch up."
Before John could respond, the door creaked open, and Margaret stepped out, her gaze sharp and unyielding. But filled mostly with concern.
"We need to speak," she said simply, gesturing for you to enter.
The door opened wider, and though it felt like you were being pulled in, some part of you knew you would've gone in regardless. Something told you this was overdue.
The Velvet Room was as it always was, otherworldly, draped in hues of blue and gold, its edges stretching into an infinite void. Margaret stood by the entrance, her expression unreadable.
"Hi?" you ventured cautiously. "Is something wrong?"
"Our master wishes to speak with you," she replied, her tone calm yet firm. "About your future in the Velvet Room."
You frowned. "Am I getting kicked out?"
Margaret's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "What? No! What makes you say that?"
"He's an orphan, Margaret," came a dry voice from the side. Adam, still bound to his strange contraption of wires and machinery, shifted uncomfortably despite being comfortable with his surroundings. "Give him a break. He probably thinks everyone's going to abandon him. Hell, the way you phrased it freaked me out, and I've been stuck here for ages."
Margaret sighed, rubbing her temples. "Just sit down. He's coming."
"Who?" you asked, glancing nervously between the two.
"Hello, Adam," a smooth, calm voice interrupted, echoing through the room like the chime of a bell. It was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable weight of authority. "And you, young guest. It's nice to finally meet you."
A man stepped forward from the shadows. His appearance was striking: jet-black hair, piercing eyes, and an opera mask split into contrasting halves, one side pure white, the other an inky black. His very presence seemed to shift the air, and you could feel a power emanating from him that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
"Who are you?" you asked, your voice wavering slightly.
The man tilted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I would say, 'Be not afraid,' but you might take it as blasphemous," he said with a soft chuckle. "I am Philemon. One of the… let's say, upper associates of the Velvet Room. I oversee its operation, ensuring it serves its purpose: aiding those like you who battle against entropy and evil, so that mankind can remain free to choose its own destiny."
His smile grew faintly wistful. "You, my dear guest, are one such individual, a warrior against the shadows that threaten this world."
You swallowed hard, his words sinking in. "Okay… but why are you here now?"
"Because of Gotham," he said, his smile fading into a grimace. "This city… Oh, how I despise it."
You blinked in surprise. "Why? Sure, Gotham's bad—urban decay and all—but it can't be that awful."
Philemon let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "If only you knew, child. The peculiar characters, the rot, the sheer entropy that seeps into every corner of this city… It's a battleground unlike any other." He leaned forward, his tone growing more serious. "And that is why I'm here. To warn you."
"Warn me about what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"A shadow," Philemon said, his eyes narrowing. "One greater and more terrible than any you've faced thus far. It is born of Gotham's darkest depths, and if you confront it unprepared, it will kill you."
The words sent a chill down your spine. "Kill me? But I've been—"
"You've merely been trimming the edges of the darkness," Philemon interrupted his voice firm. "This shadow is a manifestation of the rot at Gotham's core. It will not fall so easily. But do not despair; you are not alone in this fight. And while your path will be fraught with peril, it will also be one of great growth."
You took a shaky breath, ready to ask more questions, but Philemon raised a hand to stop you. "In time, you will understand. For now, know that you are not yet fully equipped for the battles ahead. I've heard whispers that you desire proper attire for your escapades. Rest assured, I know a tailor who will be of great service… eventually."
He stood, the faintest hint of amusement returning to his expression. "For now, continue your journey, young guest. And remember: even in Gotham's darkest shadows, there is light to be found. Good luck."
Before you could respond, the room began to blur, the walls and furniture melting away like watercolors in the rain. You blinked, and suddenly you were back in the alley, John staring at you with a mix of concern and impatience.
"You done zoning out?" he asked, crossing his arms. "We've got more shadows to hunt, remember?"
You nodded, still reeling from the encounter, but something in you felt… different. Stronger. The fight wasn't over—not by a long shot—but for the first time, you felt like you were truly ready to face whatever Gotham had to throw at you.
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The man… bat… thing was not what you expected. Floating a few feet off the ground, its tiny, humanoid frame seemed harmless enough, but there was something off about it. Its proportions were wrong, exaggerated like a cartoon character brought to life. It wore a blue and black cowl with long ears, its tiny cape flapping behind it as though caught in an invisible breeze.
"Hello! Are you Adam Romero?" the creature asked, a broad, unsettling smile splitting its face.
You blinked, stunned into silence, but John was not as composed. "What the hell is that?" he shouted, voice cracking with panic.
"Are you serious right now?" you asked, trying your best to stay calm. "We're hunting monsters, and you're freaking out over a talking…" You trailed off, eyeing the creature warily. "What are you, anyway?"
"I am Bat-Mite!" the creature declared proudly, puffing out its chest. Its voice was high-pitched and grating, like nails on a chalkboard mixed with helium. "Though I appear to be a bit early in meeting my great hero! Wait…" It tilted its head, its unnervingly large eyes narrowing as it studied you. "You're the one I'm working with?"
You took a step back, instinctively reaching for your Persona, but stopped yourself. The thing didn't seem immediately hostile, though it was deeply unsettling. "Okay…" you said cautiously, trying to process what you were looking at. "Let's back up. You're… Bat-Mite? And you're here to work with me?"
Bat-Mite crossed its tiny arms and huffed. "Well, yeah. Though I must admit, this is a bit of a disappointment. I was expecting someone a little more… heroic!" It gestured at your outfit, scrunching its nose. "You don't even have a cool costume! How are we supposed to strike fear into the hearts of villains if you look like… well, that?"
You looked down to your clothes. "I look great! You look weird!" You replied. "At least John's clothes make sense. Being an agent of fear."
John was not amused. "I refuse to be part of this… I'm going to sit down." He sat down, trying to take in the whole situation, and just... isn't. "This thing doesn't feel right. Look at it! It's… it's wrong! Like it crawled out of a nightmare or something!"
You took another, longer look at Bat-Mite. John wasn't entirely wrong, there was something profoundly unsettling about the creature. Its exaggerated grin seemed just a hair too wide for its face, and those dark, beady eyes held a depth that felt almost infinite, like staring into the void. And the way it moved—fluid, weightless—wasn't natural, as though it were more concept than creature.
"Rude," Bat-Mite muttered, its arms crossed in mock offense.
"Okay," you said, raising a hand to silence John's panicked rant before it could escalate further. "Let's just… take a breath and figure this out. Bat-Mite, if that's really your name, what exactly do you want?"
Bat-Mite perked up, spinning in mid-air with an almost childlike enthusiasm. "I'm here to help!" it declared, throwing out its arms as though presenting itself like a prize on a game show. "You've been chosen, Adam Romero, to be my champion! Together, we'll fight the forces of darkness, bring justice to Gotham, and—oh! Maybe even meet the real Batman!" Its eyes glimmered with excitement, but instead of endearing, it came off as unnerving, like a doll that had suddenly come to life.
"Batman?" you asked, frowning. "What the heck is a Batman?"
Bat-Mite froze mid-spin, its expression morphing into one of pure disbelief. "What?" it sputtered. "What do you mean, what's a Batman? How could you not—oh. Oh, I must've gone way too far back. Before the iconic era." It floated down to eye level, scratching its head in exaggerated thought. "This timeline thing is always so tricky. Never mind! Let's just call him… my employer."
You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes. "Wait, you work for the butterfly people, right?"
Bat-Mite blinked, then broke into a toothy grin. "Yes, yes! The butterfly people. That's a… wonderfully simplistic way of putting it."
"Say no more," you said, brushing off the strange explanation. Turning to John, who was still sitting on the ground staring at Bat-Mite as though it might spontaneously combust, you clapped your hands. "John, get up. We're hunting shadows! And guess what? This little guy's on our team."
"Are you serious?" John snapped, gesturing wildly at Bat-Mite. "You're just… okay with this? That thing is unnatural, Adam! It doesn't belong here!"
Bat-Mite hovered over John, smirking mischievously. "And you're completely normal, huh? With your fancy burlap sack mask and your little chains. Very spooky. I'm terrified."
John scowled, rising to his feet. "I'm not taking orders from a floating gremlin."
"Oh, gremlin? That's rich coming from someone who screamed like a toddler two minutes ago," Bat-Mite shot back, crossing its arms.
"Enough!" you said, stepping between them. "John, we don't have time for this. We're dealing with shadows, and Bat-Mite here… weird as he is, says he's here to help. If he can double our money and keep us alive, I'm willing to give him a shot."
John hesitated, glancing between you and the hovering Bat-Mite. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he relented. "Fine. But if this thing pulls one creepy stunt."
"I'm nothing but creepy stunts," Bat-Mite interrupted with a grin. "But don't worry, Johnny-boy. I'll make sure you look good doing them."
John muttered something under his breath, clearly unimpressed, but you ignored him. Turning back to Bat-Mite, you said, "Alright, Bat-Mite. If you're really here to help, let's see what you've got. We've got shadows to hunt."
Bat-Mite clapped its hands together, looking positively thrilled. "Oh, you're going to love what I bring to the table, Adam! This is going to be the start of a beautiful partnership." It winked, and for a moment, you felt a chill run down your spine.
Beautiful or not, you had a feeling this partnership was going to be anything but boring.
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The Shadow loomed ahead, its form a shifting, seething mass of darkness. Its movements were erratic, pulsing with an eerie hunger that made your skin crawl. This wasn't just a mindless monster—it was a predator, and you were its prey.
What do you do?:
(Interrupt!)
Before you could act, Bat-Mite zipped in front of you, wagging a tiny finger. "Hold it right there, genius!"
"What now?" you muttered, gripping your weapon tightly.
"Are you seriously about to charge in there without scouting for weaknesses first?" Bat-Mite asked, his tone dripping with condescension.
You hesitated, glancing at John, who looked equally confused. "I mean… yeah? That's kind of how we've been handling these things."
Bat-Mite facepalmed with an exaggerated groan. "You are so stupid. Like, genuinely. That kind of thinking will get you killed, my dear champion. Do you want to end up as Shadow Chow?"
"Alright, fine," you said, throwing up your hands. "What do you suggest?"
Bat-Mite snapped his fingers, and suddenly the shadow's form seemed to shimmer and shift. The darkness burned away in patches, revealing faint flickers of its true nature. It flinched, recoiling slightly, as though something about you, or within you, was causing it pain.
"Do you see it now?" Bat-Mite asked, his voice brimming with smug satisfaction.
"Yeah… it's reacting to something," you said, narrowing your eyes at the shadow's twitching form. "What is that?"
"It's your fire from your peersona," Bat-Mite explained, floating around you in lazy circles. "That inferno inside you? It's like a hot knife through butter for this particular beastie. Shadows like these hate fire, it's their kryptonite."
"So I just burn it away?" you asked, your grip tightening on your weapon. The fire within you stirred, ready to unleash itself. "Also, what is a kryptonite?"
"Exactly!" Bat-Mite said, throwing his arms wide. "But don't get cocky. Shadows aren't dumb. They'll adapt if you give them too much time. You need to hit it fast and hard." He than caught the second question. "My god, I am far in the timeline, there isn't even a super man."
John raised an eyebrow, his mask tilted slightly as he glanced between you and the shadow. "Alright, so he burns it. What about me? I've got power, not fire."
Bat-Mite tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, don't worry, Johnny-boy. Your physical power? Perfect for keeping it off balance while Firestarter here does his thing. You're like the distraction guy. Think of yourself as… the scarecrow to his flamethrower."
John frowned but didn't argue. Instead, he nodded, gripping the chains at his side. "Fine. Let's do this."
You took a deep breath, feeling the heat within you rise to a boiling point. The shadow hissed, its form trembling as it sensed the fire about to erupt. "Alright," you said, glancing at John and Bat-Mite. "Let's burn this thing to ash."
"Now that's the spirit!" Bat-Mite cheered, clapping his hands. "Time to show this shadow why we don't mess with champions!"
What do you do?:
[]FIRE!: You are going to burn it to cinders!
[]The Fire and Flame: Maybe you and John can get a combo going, try to make something awesome.
[]Bat-Mite forever: Talk to Batmite, and see what he knows.
[]Write in
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[X]The Fire and Flame: Maybe you and John can get a combo going, try to make something awesom.
- Location
- Indonesia
Ah, it's Bat-Mite. Yeah, I suppose this makes sense. And well, he creeps out John a lot and Adam, to a lesser extent. So... yeah.
Anyways, Philemon, this shadow, the core of the city's darkness. I think that should be the final thing faced for now. By exposing Gotham's corruption, the shadow might be weakened in time.
My Vote:
[X]The Fire and Flame: Maybe you and John can get a combo going, try to make something awesome.
Anyways, Philemon, this shadow, the core of the city's darkness. I think that should be the final thing faced for now. By exposing Gotham's corruption, the shadow might be weakened in time.
My Vote:
[X]The Fire and Flame: Maybe you and John can get a combo going, try to make something awesome.
[x] The Fire and Flame: Maybe you and John can get a combo going, try to make something awesom.
So bat-mite is our navigator. I approve 👍.
We are early in the timeline. Before Superman debuts, all meta and magic are hidden or at least not common knowledge.
So bat-mite is our navigator. I approve 👍.
We are early in the timeline. Before Superman debuts, all meta and magic are hidden or at least not common knowledge.
- Location
- New Carollton, Maryland
The core of Gotham's darkness, huh...? interesting.
[X]The Fire and Flame: Maybe you and John can get a combo going, try to make something awesom.
