Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 23, 2012 18:15:02 GMT -5
The Scarecrow remained silent and completely still as the car blazed toward its destination. He was in the passenger’s seat for once, mostly because they were in a van and his hired guns needed the room to sit. Everyone in the van was dead silent, their anxiety was pouring off of them. Not such a good idea to work with the Scarecrow? It may be a bit late to be thinking about turning around now. Of course they had everything to fear. Unfortunately they weren’t smart enough to realize that he rarely works with others…and when he does….they are either leaving their minds or their bodies behind.
He had a lot of reasons for going where he was now. The bright city streetlights passed the van as the silence from the car filled his ears and allowed him to become deeply lost in thought. It hadn’t been more than a week since he left the run down motel where he was currently staying. The short time he had spent there had given him the opportunity to regroup his thoughts on exactly what he had been planning. The many nights before that he had spent recovering in the alley ways of East Gotham.
Above all he had lost VerMillion, which was a problem for more than one reason. VerMillion had become quite an important part of his plans and without her the plan wasn’t good enough for his liking. He wouldn’t be able to instill the fear that he needed to, the sheer amount of truth that needed to come out of all of this had to be perfect. What he was planning to do had to be so revealing it was blinding, and VerMillion was a part of that. He had to get her back, if they took her they didn’t kill her, that much he had time to think about and figure out. The Penguin was going to use her against him, as leverage. That bird was so blind…He couldn’t understand the weight he had just brought upon himself.
On top of losing VerMillion they had ran sacked his lab and destroyed it to the point it was unsafe to stay there. Not that there was anything left to use. Thankfully he didn’t keep all of his supply from Ra’s in the same place, meaning he still had access to the most important ingredient in his toxin. Unfortunate he had lost all of his stocked supply he had at the lab due to The Penguin’s raid upon the building. Any and all medical supplies and drugs that he needed to make the toxin were either destroyed or removed from the building as well. In short he needed his supply of toxins that had to do with the other side of his serum.
With the time that he had spent in the alley ways of Gotham just simply recovering from the damage that had been done to him he had still be able to cause quite a stir. The random hobo’s that littered the streets feared him and kept their distance. He was actually attacked by a group of thugs while he was minding his own business. One of them had picked him up from the floor and raised him to the wall threatening him to give him everything he owned. All he had to do was raise his head and get a good look into the others eyes before he was immediately dropped to his feet. Dr. Crane didn’t react outwardly but got that spark of confidence in his work through the fear the young thug emitted. His reputation still preceded him. It wasn’t very difficult after that moment to employee them into his service. It was a rather difficult bargain at first as they plead for their sanity and plead for their lives, repeatedly saying over and over that they didn’t want any trouble with him. After a short discussion they agreed to do what he said and brought him the information he needed, then they were to go with him.
The Scarecrow preferred to work alone, he didn’t like others being around him. In the rare cases that they were he had planned well ahead for such an occasion. They were expendable….all of them. Of course he was no murderer despite what they thought; he wasn’t going to kill them in cold blood. There would be no malicious hatred toward ending their lives; it would be a waste of a research subject. The result from what was going to happen would be far greater. That is why he came prepared, prepared for who they were going to meet, and prepared for the ones that traveled with him now. His eyes jumped into life as the van rolled into the bottom of the car garage. It had been a long drive from Gotham to Bludhaven but it would be worth the trip to get the supplies he needed to continue his work.
They parked next to the blue van like they had agreed upon and everyone got out of the car except for The Scarecrow. He adjusted his mask and made sure the filtration was on along with the voice changer. Opening the glove box of the car he grabbed the dart gun that was inside it along with the briefcase on the floor in front of him. He padded himself quickly with one hand to make sure he had everything he needed before finally exiting the car. The two groups met up with each other face to face, The Scarecrow slowly pushed through the other thugs and made his way to the front where a brutish man met him. He said nothing while the man began to speak talking about their deal and saying far too much to his liking. People really did talk too much for the insignificant rabble they had to say. He held up the briefcase as the man began to talk about the money they wanted for the drugs.
Of course The Scarecrow had lost almost everything since the last raid on his home. He had no money or any way to pay this man, and he never had any intention of paying him. There was always an exterior motive in mind….
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jul 26, 2012 0:01:41 GMT -5
No one walked into his town without Nightwing learning of it. He had people on the inside that would say a word of two to him if he asked it. Even if it was very coded or even slight word. It was enough to get his mind going and him searching.
There had been very slight word of a trade. This he knew that much off. To whom and what supplies, was completely off the radar. He knew of Black Mask's trades in his city and was working to shut those down. He'd do it, but he needed the help from some of Gotham's Bats to help with that as well. You could only do so much from the outside.
And it seemed soon he would have to take operation to Gotham to solve this problem. Whether the others minded or not. Nightwing did what he had to to protect his city and stop the crime waves from coming back in.
After months of cleaning the streets. His name was out there. He knew it. Even though things were darker in his town compared with all the gang wars and corrupt cops in his town. He'd find away to get in on both soon. But for now, the streets needed to be taken care of before he hit the head buildings to figure out away to help out.
Through it all, he had built a connection with some of the locals in the lower parts of the city. People who were so used to the crime, they often didn't let it stop them from going about their regular business. Even the night life of Bludhaven was still very much alive. People in the slug it seemed came out and knew that at any time a fight could break out.
It was sad to think that people expected this on their city streets and had come to accept the fact. It was a harsh reality, but he knew it was the same as parts in Gotham. But the crime around here didn't always wait until night.
But this case did. He had gotten as much information as he had needed from people on the streets. And the sighting of one Scarecrow had set off in Bludhaven though the lower parts of the city. But in the upper of the criminal world.
He had gotten the information on the Scarecrow. What gang, the place and time. But no more than that. That was a well guarded secret in the city at the time. People afraid of the man called Scarecrow, afraid he might spread his fear in their city. But Nightwing would not allow that in his city. Not like old times, this was his stomping grounds and he had the home field advantage.
This was a different mission. He had to playing the waiting game again. At the small car park garage at the other end of town. He had tailed the van that was being used by the gang. But kept off their scent. Keeping to the shadows as always. But taking the extra step to get ahead of them.
And this night he had Starfire by his side. He'd need her in case for back up. He was going up against one of the four most known gangsters in the city. The man that seemed to rule the west of Bludhaven's crime waves. There seemed to be four that tried to control the city. But that was the problem when their were others working their way up the latter to challenge and causing more chaos in the field.
"Just stay back, let me make the first move. I know Scarecrow better and this seemed to be a scam between the two. Though knowing this guy, he probably has half out and half the drug stored away. And armed," he whispers as to Starfire as they keep watch in hiding.
As soon as he sees the breifcase, he knows Scarecrow is just going to try and close the deal. Not one to wait on others. And this was his chance to step in. Though he moved silently out of hiding with Starfire to draw the attention the other way. That would give them the closing in they needed on this little get together.
"Boy, I hate to see someone like you really trying to make deals with low-lives such as these," a slight smirk on Nightwing's face, as he drops down onto the gangster's vehicle from the ceiling. The comment could play against either of the two groups, but he wouldn't say, just for the fun.
"You know what they say, the walls have ears, but Hagins...I hate to warn you, but you've said too much," Nightwing says as he then sees the guns being pulled out and then they start to fire. Nightwing does a back flip off the car. This was Star's signal to start her attack from behind the group.
That was one of the fun things of having Starfire come along on these. The element of surprise. No one expected him at time to have her with him. Though it had just been them being at the right place at the right time and just teaming up for the night.
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Jul 26, 2012 11:21:41 GMT -5
 This was a new mission. A new night. Least for the tamaranean princess. Just doing what she could to support Nightwing. To help with that extra firepower he may need. With their history, it wasn't hard to follow his lead. She knew of Scarecrow, but this be the first time she'd come across him face to face. As usual in battle Starfire held no fear. Trained to show no weakness. To show strength and bravery. That's what she would bring alongside Nightwing. Following him through the darkened rooftops. Until stopping above the meeting of the group below. The blue van was clear from her view. The surrounding men. It was clear they were wishing to show the presence of danger of fear, but she wouldn't let them rule this city. To inflict it with their disease. Starfire took in what Nightwing had whispered. She would be the element of surprise. Smiled at him, that she could do.
"I have your back!"
Starfire simply replied, as her eyes trailed to him, knowing he already knew that thought. She was giving him her word. She wouldn't back down. If this was Tamaran, she wouldn't hesitate to kill them if that's what it came to, lucky for them this was Earth. Then silently Nightwing moved out of their spot. Starfire motioned another direction, but remained out of sight. Her green eyes followed Nightwing as he landed on the van. Creating the distraction. Starfire flew further along the roof line. Out of sight and flew out behind the scene. Just as the gangsters pull out their guns. Her lips begin the slight curl as her aggression is just heating up. Arms alongside her, feeling the fire inside her move to her hands. The heat beginning to glow pinkish. Warming up her beautiful yet deadly starbolts. With Nightwing's signal. Her fire roams free. Lifting more powerful in the air. Her green eyes glowed. Her hair burnt like fire in the air.
"Hello Boys!"
Her voice spoke low and aggressive. Starfire unleashing her power from her hands. Blasting her starbolts from her hands. Flashes of pink energy streaks flew through the darkness. To take them all from behind with a surprise. Very rarely does one find an alien attacking you and well, she wasn't just any alien. She was royalty. One born and trained to be queen once upon a time. She was a warrior, not just a hero. Flew through the air with all the hope in her heart. As in rapid rage and action. She aimed to knock them hard off their feet. It worked. Seeing ones she hit almost fly off their feet. Even causing the ground beneath to crumble and gently burn. Hitting some square in the back, soon came a scream. Ready for any onslaught of their guns that she could take. The orange skinned beauty charged with great power with her burning fists. To barrel through as many as could with her super strength. Nothing could stop her. Nothing ever could. Starfire couldn't let it. As she felt the pure strength of the warrior inside. As she shot like a star through the crowd before her. Expecting the body count. |
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 31, 2012 10:52:20 GMT -5
The Scarecrow normally wouldn’t travel this far out of Gotham for a deal. He never liked moving too far from the city that he made his name in. For several reasons, one being that Gotham was just perfect for what he needed. Another being very strong ties with a certain individual that he was bound to. If he didn’t reside here in Gotham it would be unlikely that they would make any more contact with him and he didn’t need that. Not right now when he was still so dependent up on the shipments. Slowly he was working toward freeing himself from such bondage, it was one secret that he never wanted the underbelly of Gotham to know….and they never would know. He was going to replicate it one day on his own; he just needed more time, and more importantly more chemicals.
He was looking better of late. He was dressed sharper from head to toe. There was a far more confident air about him this time he was seen than the last in the streets. Right now he had been given the means to carry out anything he needed to. He had never spent too much time on his own appearance, but this time he was looking better without much effort on his own part. It had been due to a certain….Partner….Friend….Acquaintance…..Mutual-…..’Tolerance.’ It had happened at just the right time. Right after he had made the deals that he needed to and get where he needed to be. They hadn’t exactly been set up yet but it was a contributing factor. Of course Edward always did have a habit of showing up exactly when he needed to, by now possibly thousands of miles away.
The eyes from the darkness of his mask never left the line of sight into the man’s that stood in front of him. He was boldly boasting about, tossing his hands back and forth trying to tile the rest of the common trash that surrounded him. He was just going on and on about how he had obtained these chemicals and was in control of this situation. He demanded to see the money that was supposed to be in the black brief case he held loosely to his side. The man was attempting to rip the fear from his accomplice’s eyes that bled through every feature. The way their hands stammered about their guns, their fingers fraying back and forth between the trigger and the hold. He had noticed their fear and began to try and make them believe that he wasn’t a threat. His speech was beginning to work. The Scarecrow just let him keep talking and talking, letting him ruin himself slowly. It wasn’t until he mentioned that the chemicals he held were in his car’s trunk that he prepared himself to speak.
Just as The Scarecrow opened his mouth to say a word a voice came from above. His plans to take everything and leave were still in motion, however were slowly changing in his mind as the mysterious shadows spoke. The men turned around wildly getting rather confused as to where the voice was coming from. The Scarecrow kept his composure and simply looked up. “There is nothing to fear from these men.” He spoke through the distortion into the darkness from above. A smile was hidden from within the mask as he absorbed the comment. It seemed even this shadow held him in a higher class above the other professionals, rightly so. To him it was defined by knowledge and understand of the world that surrounded them.
The shadow jumped from where it dwelled and onto their vehicle. Though the others around him seemed to immediately fall into panic The Scarecrow remained relaxed and calm. The event didn’t leave him completely unphazed however. He took a deep breath through the filter of his gas mask as his eyes shot around to the panic that was unfolding. What a perfect display….Not exactly what he had expected, but it wasn’t something that would go unwelcome. His obsession pulled into the forefront of his mind and he extended his hand toward the shadow of the bat.
It wasn’t his first encounter with the Batman’s shadow but it had been some time since they had last come face to face. Especially since he took up a separate mask entirely. Gun fire suddenly blazed into the air as they tried to kill him in his entrance. The Scarecrow didn’t move at first, just merely observing. These idiots thought that they could stop the acrobatic bird with their brutish methods. It was certain as he flipped around and seemed to fly through the air that his wings needed to be clipped. His thoughts became darker as his obsession began to creep further into his mind. It made the sound of emptying clips and flying bullets seem to fade as he asked himself. What does a Nightwing fear?....
His world seemed to start to envelop him through the commotion as the unstable, calm demeanor of The Scarecrow shined through. His thoughts had gone into a much darker place. The life had left his eyes thought they were concealed behind the mask he wore. It wasn’t until that he had heard another assaulting sound and a female voice that paired with it, did his head snap again and look toward the intruder to his plans. His eye’s widened through the darkness to see Starfire. She was powerful; of this much he was certain. The Scarecrow wasn’t stupid, he picked his physical battles, and this one would not be a winning fight if he approached it dead on.
For now they both seemed to be focused on the lesser thugs that ran wildly and shot their guns about. Through the fire The Scarecrow turned on his heels and slipped to the back of their van where he quickly opened the door and grabbed a crowbar from inside. It only took him a few seconds before he was out into the commotion again. With a few long stride he went straight toward their vehicle completely ignoring to two vigilantes. Insignificant fools they were to talk into this, they had no idea what he had already planned before they decided to get themselves caught in this. His steps were calm and confident as he walked toward their car, crowbar in hand. It was obvious that he wasn’t scared of what was happening around him, and had a motive in mind for all of it.
His plan was actually becoming more glorious by the minute since Starefire had shown up. His plan was slowly changing from what it once had been. The crowbar was suddenly slammed into the bottom of the trunk to get good space between the lock and prying it to its release. Once it was secured tightly he gave a heavy press to pop it open.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 9, 2012 12:04:58 GMT -5
As Starfire came raging in, Nightwing left her to her work. She could handle the thugs with easy and Nightwing knew that. He'd focus on his main target.
Starfire had the gunmen's attention. That's all he needed to take down the thugs guarding the vehicles. He needed to get his target within range. It wouldn't take much he knew that.
Scarecrow was in a desperate state it seemed. He had gotten word of the loses of the Scarecrow in some of the crime wars lately in Gotham. The attempts to get back what he lost. But there was an edge of other still thinking the Gotham criminal had money.
It didn't take much for Nightwing to find his information and put things together. A bit of Batman's work as well as Batgirl's kept him informed on the possible status of the criminals of Gotham. You had the ones in Arkham, Black Gates, on the run, possible hide outs, and fall back places.
After these many of years Batman had tracked these crooks, it wasn't any wonder that he had collected a pattern between most or all the villains they faced. At least the ones that kept with it. The game of the Joker, the puzzles of the Riddler, and the test subjects of the Scarecrow. Batman would be able to tell when Scarecrow was getting desperate. And Nightwing could tell by the haggling with lowlife thugs like this.
Nightwing positioned himself on the other side of the vehicle in the hands of the Bludhaven thugs. They were the muscle of the ground. That was a no brainer by their size. Standing over six feet by a quick glance.
They knew of his position now. And he was in quick action to respond to these three large thugs. All at once making a move to go after him. And easy strategy to get out of. As soon as Nightwing had landed between them all, he took the move to jump up and push off one of their backs to avoid them.
Landing behind them and turning swiftly to turn and swing a strong leg hook at the first thug to turn around. It would take more than that. And quickly he would throw three more hits before he were to sweep his leg out as he got low to trip up the first man.
Another soon coming at him quickly as he sprung up and swung his leg out to knock the man in the face as he turned sharply in the air to deliver a power house of a punch at a downward swipe at an angle.
As soon as he landed and the man behind him got back up, he turned around, knocking the man with his elbow as he then leaded forward, and going into a spin kick as he turned on the other foot supporting him.
These three were easily unmatched by his agility and speed. It took him less than a few minutes to bring these goons down. As he soon spotted his target in motion after the prize he had come for. This was his chance to strike while he had taken down the hired help of the BLudhaven gangster.
When the clicking of the trunk had stopped at the force of being opened was when Nightwing took action. Jumping in along side of Scarecrow, Nightwing throws a punch.
"You didn't think you could come into my town without the welcoming committee coming to greet you did ya," Nightwing commented. Ready to strike again.
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Sept 4, 2012 7:43:23 GMT -5
There was going to be flames this night. Here in the rather darker parts of Bludhaven. The moment Starfire had filled the air, she was on target and every pair of eyes that had time to turn, all read differently, but all saw destruction becoming of them. As the sharp light came through to knock a couple of their feet, that hadn't managed to get out of her way. How many were there? Who was Koriand'r to count? One to One million, it didn't matter. Surely it would never break her. As her hands shot the power. The agrees with a large hint of rage. She was barely at the boiling point, but there was always the chances it just might. Her ears filled with the yells. Even some curses in amongst some of the screams of pain as those she hit, fell hard to the floor, some not so hard they they found themselves scrambling along the ground before her. The battle. With one smooth lunge. Starfire flew with haste and her strength. Her fist glowed pink and shot as felt the energy shoot through her body. No one would stop her tonight. Who could?
Charging through some of the thugs. Their bodies were either hit or pushed out of the way. Their shots from their guns. Well, more or less bounced off. A little more like jelly at times. She was a little different than a woman of steel, but Starfire was close. As her strong fists charged through one of the vehicles. Of where some thugs had used for protection and to also fire from. Just with the smashing of the sides as Starfire flew out, stunned the men now in her eye line. Merely below her. Larger men? Yet still light as a feather to Starfire. Caught sight of Nightwing from his jump between the thugs just a bit over from her. Knowing they wouldn't stand a chance. Shadow of the bat? He was not shadow. He was a titan. A great leader. Her hand quickly motioned and grabbed a thug who had motioned to escape. Another aimed to take her out. Starfire firmly knocked them both out, with minor damage. Feeling the shadow behind below where she floated. With a swift motion Starfire swung out her leg. Knocking the thug off his feet. As the next came from the side, so did her fist to his throat and squeezed a little tighter, before shoving him into another thug.
Having made a clearing this side, but Starfire didn't need to glance to see this wasn't over. There be more. Her strong fists then motioned to the vehicle she had flown through. Taking a firm grip into the frame, it crumbled slightly, but Starfire was able to take a hold. As she lifted as she lifted off from the ground. To get some height, in her more well, it was less of a plan and just spur of the moment. As thugs shot or stared in a rather daze. As soon Starfire through the vehicle towards some of the surrounding thugs. It bounced a little across the ground, but mostly it crashed and knocked quite a good amount. There be plenty of bruises. No deaths. Starfire was sure. If this was Tamaran, it probably be different. It was impressive, well almost. To see just the efforts one could do after being knocked over my a rolling car. So as the thugs came, not as many as before and more one at a time. Starfire used her starbolts. Her strength and most importantly her skills in battled to take them out. Looking out to the motion of this Scarecrow to another vehicle, slamming the trunk and it was long until Nightwing was in the scene. As Starfire slammed her fist into another thug.
"Really? I can do this all night. You might as well, give up now."
Starfire spoke rather sarcastically and quite confident with half a smile, not really to any thug in particular. As it was liking not going to stop until she wiped them all out. Which she knew she'd have not trouble with. Starfire did keep her attention open to whatever was happening between Scarecrow and Nightwing. Some times, two heroes are better than one. Her hands took hold of the thug that ran towards her and threw him in direction of the vehicle where Scarecrow and Nightwing were. Causing his body to hit firmly along the side. Shaking the vehicle, maybe in ways to help if she could to take Scarecrow even tiny bit of guard enough for Nightwing to really show he wasn't a shadow to anyone. Thought Starfire was sure. She could feel it, a lot more would be needed to really take Scarecrow off guard. Perhaps a certain princess could make it happen. After all he doesn't scare her, but she was sure she could scare him. Or at least make him run.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 11, 2012 18:25:09 GMT -5
The Scarecrow’s recent dealing with Mr. Luthor was heavily attached to this particular incident and unattached at the same time. In a stroke of poor luck, his luck shined through once again. He would take the word if it was offered to him so graciously. Dr. Arkham once referred that he may have very well been the luckiest man alive. It just seemed like every time he was in an impossible situation or a situation that should have brought his doom, somehow he made it out. Of course he didn’t attribute this to luck as much as others did. When you can’t die…the right things tend to come a bit easier as the wrong things tend to come a bit harder.
No attention was given to the men that surrounded him, desperately trying to fight the two vigilantes off. They were an excellent distraction so he could get what he needed. The Scarecrow didn’t make a habit of jumping into unnecessary fights when he didn’t have to. The whole reason that he had mixed a martial art of his own came after he was arrested and it was only for the sole purpose of defending himself. Of course he had used it for other things since then, as it had come in handy many times, but he was smart enough to avoid a fight when he could. Especially when it came to fighting with vigilantes, they had a false purpose to chase.
His fingers had just placed themselves into the trunk after it had opened before the insufferable bird popped beside him and swung a punch. The Scarecrow skillfully parried with the crowbar and swung it around his arm to toss it outward. The force would have probably only tossed his arm back and let it go but it would have been enough to grab his attention. “This shadow is out of your league..” The distortion from the mask warned the winged demon. The Scarecrow was ready to dance with the shadow of The Batman until an object flew in from his peripherals. Not a muscle was moved reflexively as the car came rolling passed and crashed further down the road….That strength.
A moment more was all it took to register that it was the van that he had come in! Nightwing took another swing at him and his attention was grabbed at the right moment to let his muscles loose and roll backward. At the same moment a body came rushing toward them and he nearly made it out of the way. Mid roll he used his momentum to swing the crowbar across his stomach but wasn’t carefully to make it land, only to scare into the fact that he would and to keep him at bay. When he got the chance he lifted his hand into the trunk and grabbed a charge as he finally came to a stop on the ground
The Scarecrow’s full attention was now on Starfire, he would deal with Nightwing if need be but now was the time to do what he needed. If Starfire wanted him to run…She would have it. Quickly he sprung up and tossed the crowbar vertically right passed Nightwing’s right side and he dodged to the left, breaking into a full sprint. The Scarecrow made a B line straight for the rolled over van that had slide its way across the parking garage. Dipping down, he slid and grabbed the crowbar that he had thrown to distract the bird on his way. When he arrived he knew he didn’t have much time but his demeanor remained calm, though his breathing was heavy. The crowbar was lodged into the back door and with one hard push he propped it open and leapt into the darkness of the van.
Things got quieter from there. It may have seemed like he was just trying to escape a bad situation, but the Scarecrow was too intelligent to think he could 'escape' this way....and he was never one to not have an exterior motive in mind.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 15, 2012 19:52:01 GMT -5
Nightwing avoided the crowbar at all costs. He didn't have the helmeted like protection like the full cowls did for some of the bats in the family. So he always took to the defense against metal objects. At first getting backed away from a moment.
"Out of my league? Thing is. Your in my town. And there are different levels of leagues," Nightwing said as the van went flying pass them.
He knew that could only be Kory's work. It paid to have an alien on your side. And at that distraction and a swing at Scarecrow...Ok so Scarecrow learned a few more tricks.
Nightwing then pulled out the escrima sticks as he saw the crowbar return to view. "As for what I was saying. I'm not out of your league. But you are out of your zone," Nightwing said as he blocked off the swings of the crowbar.
As this went on, he could see Scarecrow grab for something. Nightwing was aware of what Starfire was doing. And he could see Scarecrow seem to tense up. Nightwing was back off by the affects of the Scarecrow toxin he was trying to use slightly it seemed.
He had two things to worry about and the toxin was something he did not like to go through. It was then he saw Scarecrow take off running as fast as he could as he caused Nightwing to go off to the right. That was one thing Nightwing hated about the crowbar. It was an object that needed to be avoided, but could cost you the fight. And Scarecrow had taken the chance to run.
Really, he took the chance to run like a coward....
Nightwing regained himself quickly and took after him. Though he had take stop and take down a few thugs that tried to get back up. He knew to expect the unexpected. And Scarecrow running back to the van like that was not a smart move on Scarecrow's part. But Nightwing knew something was up.
After dealing with the goons again, he took charge again, pulling out the re-breather mask in case Scarecrow tried any of that toxin stuff. As soon as Nightwing got close to the van. He jumped on top of it. Landing with a thud. Just what he wanted. As he made it seem he was on the roof. He slipped off silently and got to a side door.
As soon as he saw what seemed to be the figure of the Scarecrow he crashed his gloved hand through the glass grabbing hold of the figure.
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Sept 16, 2012 7:29:36 GMT -5
There was chaos. Destruction through the alley. The hint of smoke in odd places across the ground. Just another sign the tamaranean princess was here, along with her starbolts. She wasn't just a hero. A superhero. No. She was a warrior. A fighter. She was born and trained to be what she was. Earth had barely seen just how much power she had, as for the most part she was holding back. In ways she was a weapon. A very lethal weapon, not just to others, but to herself. There were laws here, despite how flawed they were, she had to obey them. Right? Well, she tried. As she naturally followed her instinct if not the lead of a great leader, like Nightwing. So with the rage. The anger. The fire inside. Starfire found outlets for it. With crippled bodies. Ripped up stones from the road. Turned over vehicle. Metal in pieces. This was hardly war, but there was a battle here. As she took out the men with any guts to face her. Her attention circling around where Scarecrow and Nightwing fought face to face. There were sounds. Signs. Things were good so far.
Maybe a little better. As the vehicle shook at the impact the thug made when his body landed into the side of it. Faintly Starfire heard their voices. Around her was seemingly under control. She was taking care of it. As another. Well. He more ran into her. With eyes widened and in fright. Her eyes frowned. Was she that scary? The whole rolling the eyes, was seemingly pointless by now. Starfire knew it all so well. That feeling. It was more than that. She was it. She was out of this world. Just as many do, with that look he had. That she didn't belong. With the tight grip she had taken. She had let it go. She wasn't ruthless if she didn't have to be. There was no point in a fight if it was one sided. He had given up. Soon watched his shadow in the distance. Ran away. In fright? Or in panic? Xhal! Rushed through her in a jolt. As movement seemingly fell out of the vehicle. A crowbar? Then another man running. A scarecrow! Just wasn't running away. Towards something. Her hand motioned to take out a thug that came at her. As she looked out for Nightwing. She was getting this was heading to a two on one fight. Soon Scarecrow disappeared into the van. What was left of it? He was hunting for something. Starfire knew hunting when she saw it, just not sure what. What would have survived in that wreck. Well only one way to find out. With the clear before her. Starfire followed. Well flew to a much better position. She hadn't dealt with him before, but she wasn't one to ever have a plan. She didn't need luck…
"Nightwing?"
It wasn't direct to him. It was said and expressed under her breath. As she caught sight of him also heading towards the van. Keep her eyes to his movements. The signs. They had been titans. She knew his mind. His moves. How he worked. Although he seemed more direct in his ways than he used it be, perhaps he was just getting better. Keeping quiet. As Nightwing landed upon the roof. Moving to the side door. Getting ready to strike, no doubt. Starfire glowed faintly in sight. With the graceful nod of the princess. She took position on another side of the van. Whether it was door or not, Starfire could made it into one. Upon Nightwing crashing through the glass. Starfire's fist motioned to tear through the other side. Potentially to close in on Scarecrow. Was he someone they needed to corner? Trap? Her arms took the frame of metal with descent force. Revealing her fiery self, ready to charge and grab. Do what needed to be done, to stop the Scarecrow from terrorising the entire city of, Bludhaven. |
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 18, 2012 15:06:24 GMT -5
The Scarecrow hadn’t run away from them in cowardice or fear for either of them. Nightwing, despite what he claimed, he believed to be below him. This scale of the nightmare the boy couldn’t even comprehend. He had just begun to suffer and was only making it worse for himself by the moment. He had jumped into the van for a very specific purpose, as he always had a purpose for everything he did. The Scarecrow planned loosely, so that things could go wrong but he always got what he needed in the end.
Tonight he had only been expecting to get the charge, not everything he wanted in a single night. Was that incredible luck that Dr. Arkham spoke about shining through once more? Or was he simply destined to have this happen, to be the arbiter of their fears. Before he jumped into the van he wasn’t worried that the object inside had been damaged but he didn’t want it that far away from him. Especially with these two so close to begin with. The Scarecrow saw an opportunity and he took it.
The Scarecrow laid in the dark near the machine and waited before he made a move. The charge in his hand became handy and loosely laid between his fingers near the machine. The dark was his refuge and he believed to be a part of it in some form. The dark embraced him like no other and in his world he made it his own. A loud thud came to the top of the van roof and his eyes shot upward. He listened carefully for a moment but then took the opportunity of noise to move. Quickly he began fumbling with the charge and ripped up the sleeve on his shirt. The pressure to his jaw tightened, bracing himself for the pain that would come when the charge dipped to his wrist.
He thrusted it in to his skin hard, just as the stomping on the roof ceased to continue. Who did the boy think he was, was he really trying to scare him? Did he know who he was dealing with? Did he really think he knew what fear was? A sharp pain flooded into his arm but he did his best to choke it back. A neon green light began to shine around the tubes in the charge as it filled and mixed with the blood it was taking from him. As soon as he heard the click the object was forced out of his arm and he turned to the machine, knowing he didn’t have much more time.
Once the charge was ready he slammed it into the open slot on the machine and then turned it with a loud cracking sound…..Nothing happened. The window suddenly busted behind him and he covered his eyes with his arm as a reaction. The glass fell everywhere as the hands gripped and swiped for what they wanted. The gloved hands caught grip of his shoulder and pulled his chest back toward the window. What a foolish boy. With one rough kick to the machine it finally started and threw a deafening pulse wave through and out of the van, probably spanning through much of the parking garage itself. Taking the opportunity he force himself out of Nightwing’s grip and grabbed for the collar that was attached to the device by several chains and tubes wrapped within.
The metal on the Van door began to creak and crack to let the light in from the parking garage. He couldn’t believe they had both decided to stick their hands in here. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to stick your hands into dark places?” The distortion from the mask cracked out. The moment Starfires head came into view he lunged forward to snap the collar around her neck. “Mine didn’t” The unstable laughter left the mask as he tried to make sure it was secured. Nightwing had never been of any use to him, but in this case Starfire certainly was.
The collar itself was made of a stallaite metal, a gelled metal that only broke under extreme temperatures. The chains were made of a lesser form of it and could have probably been broken easier, but after the transfer had taken place it wouldn't matter, and it this time it would only take seconds. What this he wouldn't need the middle device anymore, and everything would be about the collar and what he could do with it.
Neon green bright colors began to fill the tube quickly and rush to the top of the collar. This was a beautiful invention and it had been worth every moment of listening to ‘the mans’ time. The Scarecrow hadn’t just been associating with low life thugs recently…his plans went much further than that, but often people failed to see the bigger picture with him. That was why they failed, but they all succumb to fear in the end, even the man that had this machine made. The Scarecrow released his hands and it began to make drilling noises – ready to do what it was going to do into her neck. He knew that the transfer wouldn’t happen immediately, in fact she would probably be in a lot of pain at first…but it would be quite enough to keep the Nightwing off of him….After all…she was his weakness and now he would be his greatest fear.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 20, 2012 1:53:40 GMT -5
Nightwing had indeed caught something. Or rather someone. He had Scarecrow in his arm. But the door between them protected Scarecrow from Nightwing's attack.
Scarecrow was really starting to annoy Nightwing at this point. But when didn't the guy. He's another crook in a mask. Except with a sick and twisted mind. What...there were a lot more out there like that.
Then suddenly a pulse rippled through the air from the van. Some machine kicking on and something not good at all. The pulse radiated enough force to send Nightwing backwards once Scarecrow lost his grip.
Nightwing's body slammed into the car that was a space over from where the van now sat. There was a nice dent left in the vehicle as Nightwing caught himself against it.
He could hear Scarecrow's words. And saw by the van shaking after the pulse. That Starfire had joined in on this. As he got back up he saw something through the window. Scarecrow's action of putting something around Starfire's neck.
Shaking off that hit quickly, he ran back toward the van. Jumping up and flipping onto the roof. Not making a single sound in his actions this time. And quickly landing on the other side.
"Starfire!" The words left his mouth as he landed and saw the lighting up of the device.
Scarecrow was injecting her with something. And something like this was never good. With Scarecrow it was always fear. And this may be an new concoction he had made. Something the antidote he had, probably would not work on.
Nightwing quickly grabbed for the collar, hoping some how he could break it. He began pulling at the place it connected...but the metal was too strong.
He had to watch Starfire struggle against it. Nightwing was going to kill Scarecrow if he harmed Starfire. Scarecrow just entered a new zone with Nightwing. Something he shouldn't have. And Nightwing knew what ever it was, it was going to harm Star. So Scarecrow was signing his own release form for Nightwing to attack him. But first...To help Starfire.
Nightwing thought quickly and grabbed a hold of the line to the metal collar, the chain helping him to to grip more. He started to pull on the line. Forcefully tugging on it. Hoping to rip it from the machine, or at least get the machine near enough to find a way to break it.
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Sept 26, 2012 7:50:28 GMT -5
There was no way the two titans would just let the scarecrow on the loose. To what, terrorise the city. Nightwing's city. It took little force, more determination and there was nothing else beating in Starfire's chest than her bravery. How can one not be brave when you've survived hell? When she felt it was the right time. Her hands pulled apart the door. It was like paper, it fell into pieces in her hands. There had been an echo from inside, but Starfire wasn't focusing on it. Her fists were ready. To take the Scarecrow down, only to be taken off the tamaranean princesses guard. It was quite a blur, Starfire struggled as she might, but it was a bit too late. He had found his opening and the closing of something came at her neck. Already it was harsh, very harsh reminder. There came his laugh. To watch her struggle in enjoyment. Stumbling back a little, Starfire pulled at the collar. Scarecrow may have cornered her, but it was going to take a lot more to take her. Capture her. No she swore it wouldn't happen again. It wouldn't.
In her attempts and movements. The van swayed underneath her firm steps. Falling to her knees, not in defeat. Feeling her aggression. Her strength. Starfire's hands pulled for the collar, but it wasn't given out so well. Suddenly there was a sound. A feel at her neck. Her skin was still firm, so it was putting up a good fight. As was Starfire was aiming to do. Giving up was not in her world. Suddenly everything seemed that bit darker. It had been many years, but Starfire hadn't forgotten when she first had the slave collar put in the same place. She was but a small girl then. She was strong then, but she was stronger now. Just when the walls were feeling they might just crash down around her or she was going to be sucked into a black hole. Came his voice, although it was faint in her ear, but when rushed to her side. Starfire knew he was there. Feeling his hands and his efforts.
"Nightwing! Get it off!!! Get it off… I won't let him take me."
Her voice was mixed with emotions. Her voice was more out of encouragement rather than command. Starfire would be free of this. As Nightwing grabbed at the collar as hard as he could. Her attention was there enough to make sure Scarecrow didn't take this time to strike Nightwing. Somehow it seemed more of a show for him, one Starfire would aim to end for him. As the aggression and rage slipped through her teeth. Her nightmares wasn't something this planet could cope if she was to relive them in a more physical setting. She didn't need any of this to remind her of things past. There was hardly a time when she closed her eyes at night and she was confronted with many years of torture. Somethings just stay with you no matter how you try to forget. She just couldn't live in the nightmares, it would be too much and it be very hard to stop it from destroying her. Suddenly her pulse raced a little more as something finally pushed through her skin. It was extremely uncomfortable. Her chest rose, there was coming a point of less control. Watching Nightwing aim for the chains. Starfire in the building agony she was holding at her tongue, reached and grabbed at the chains as well.
Managing to pull at them, but it was hard at her knees. Trying to block out what was in her neck, but it was making her blood race. That her emotions that were building between things she was trying to keep at bay and mostly her aggression, but when was she ever truly one to hold them back. It just wasn't natural for a being like her. That her movements back more erratic in her attempts to be free. Her fists slamming into the van walls. Grabbing at anything that pretty much crushed at impact. Causing the unsettling of the van itself. As her lips couldn't hold it for long. Screams did come, but not ones of fear. Screams of the rage. The determination to keep her freedom. Grabbing once again at the chains. Starfire pulled with her might. It wasn't as hard and they soon were breaking away. At least it seemed they were. Whether it would help was hard to say, but certainly a sense of relief came over her ever so slightly. Still the collar. This pain now in her neck. In her scuffling. Starfire had moved back and at one point a little too much. Gravity didn't own her, but she did manage somehow to fall out of the van door, she had previously destroyed. Not painfully in anyway at least not any new pain besides what was in her neck. She had landed mostly face down. Her head sway a little. Her hands buried into the tough ground, her red hair tousled in a mess around her, but her fiery emotion was still there. As Starfire made her attempts to get to her feet. With a groan, the sounds around her seemed misplaced. Her muscles tensed and flexed as she lifted her chest off the ground. Blinking. Her hand pulled at the collar again. Curses muffled. Though at the odd and yet familiar sounds. Starfire's eyes peered around her. Fighting with herself a little here, she knew she couldn't get sucked in, but if faced with reality. Starfire knew what she had to do and just how to do it.
"YOU! I killed you… I won't miss this time."
Getting to her feet. Starfire's words came out true and strong. Fire was at her tongue. Her frown on her face. Her emotions just going with it. As Starfire was faced with the one of the many faces of her past. Her hands slipped from her neck and aimed her starbolts in direction of the van.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Oct 9, 2012 18:16:40 GMT -5
Dr. Crane snapped it tightly around her neck and shot back into the vehicle. He left it just enough time to fasten and snap before he was gone from her neck. Lingering in front of her wouldn’t have been the smart thing to do, especially if she was going to react violently, and from her previous display he could only conclude that she was going to. She was very brutish, didn’t utilize her mind, perhaps if she had she would have seen her fate coming. But now it was too late.
Nightwing had rushed to her in an attempt to save her, but in vain. He fell to her aid like she was some damsel in distress. The concept itself was a folly. It was a pointless and meaningless gesture, to show her that he cared for her, why? What point was there in showing her that he cared if he could do nothing to save her? The truth was much deeper than that, he didn’t care for her at all. Caring was a concept made up by the weak, someone too scared to face exactly what was going on in their minds. He didn’t want to lose her, because he couldn’t bear the thought of being alone without her. If he would just open his eyes, he would realize that even with her he was alone, and he always would be.
He watched the masked Vigilante pathetically attempt to try and get the collar off of her. He never would be able to, the metal was far too hard and it would take incredible heat and pressure just to make it bend, and even then it would act more as a jelly that would be difficult to mold. “Give up!” He spat at him from the darkness of the mangled van for more than one reason. The most prominent one being that he was in his way of seeing the most beautiful reaction. It wasn’t the curves of her body or the slightly revealing suit that captured his gaze. It was the fear that had flooded into her eyes in one single moment. He watched her fall to her knees in her plight, the new toxin beginning to take its effect on her.
The liquid at this time would be now flowing into her system through her veins, headed to the brain. It was time to start the next phase of his plan, one that Nightwing was probably going to have a lot of trouble with. The new strain of toxin he created was not like his other toxins. The effect itself had more to do with the brilliant collar than anything, which had been constructed by Lexcorp, something that he wouldn’t admit to. In this case he had accepted help, but he wasn’t going to see it that way. He made the toxin, therefore it was nothing without his design. The toxin itself worked its way into the brain and made the sufferer aware of its surroundings and still able to have its own cognitive thought. Though whatever DNA was mixed with the collar’s would have a special connection with the person making them have an amazing influence over their actions. One side of their mind would hold their ability to scream that it didn’t want to – While the other helplessly obeyed. The effect was only temporary before needing another charge of course, a few hours. But the hold of the collar would be enough to keep her for now.
Thought the new strain wasn’t fear toxin, or related in any way it could have been comparable with her reaction. It was such an intense fear rushing into her features, one of the most beautiful sights. It wasn’t fear toxin, but whatever she was experiencing was working well as a replacement. An impact came to the side of the van and jerked him around, then another and another. Realizing that this was about to be a much smaller vehicle he shot out of the broken window that Nightwing had previously attempted to pull him through to escape the twisting metal.
Starfire had become extremely violent. She seemed to be reacting to some sort of repressed memory that could have been triggered by anything here. It would take much further investigation for him to figure that out completely. Just as the Starbolt charged and slammed into the vehicle Jonathan scrambled to his feet and jumped away going into a roll. He had to get her under control. The force from the blow had knocked him further than expected and he landed roughly on his stomach. Slowly The Scarecrow pushed himself up to his knees and pounded his fist to the ground. “Submit to ME!!” He shouted toward her, attempt to reign her under his control. “Destroy Nightwing…” He added to the demand. Of course he hadn’t expected her to really kill him, if that happened, it happened. Most of what he wanted was for him to scurry off in fear.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Oct 18, 2012 5:12:24 GMT -5
"I'm trying Star," Nightwing's voice raised as he tried to pull at the device.
He knew there was no use. The metal the Scarecrow had secured it with was even much to heavy for even someone like Cyborg to try and break through. Probably only Superman would be able to bend this stuff.
He knew Kory's strength and in his mind doubt was there. He knew this metal was to strong. If it hadn't been, Kory would have broken through it long ago.
Nightwing tried. Ignoring Scarecrow's call to give up. He struggled trying to help her. Knowing none of his gear would be strong enough either to break through.
Then something else kicked in....Kory wasn't being her normal self. At least a side of her he hadn;t seen but when she had those terrors of her past. And from what she said, he could only figure what it was. Never having been able to hear much of it because it was the past. But knowing of Kory's.
He could see her ready to fire at Scarecrow and the van. And knew it was going to be a strong attack. He needed to back down. Give her the space. The heat she gave off was not a safe point to be standing by when she attacked.
He hated to back off, but he had to. It wasn't safe. Something was wrong. And it had to be the toxin getting into her system clouding her mind.
He got out of the firing zone same as Scarecrow had. But he knew the range of the attack. He could see Scarecrow fall to his feet. The annoyance he seemed to have over this as she shouted orders at Kory.
He knew it was a controlling device. And Scarecrow had confirmed that just now more so with his words. Nightwing wasn't going to let him get away with this. As Kory seemed to be in a rage, Nightwing managed to get to the side to cut off Scarecrow's path if he ran for it.
"You are going to pay for this," Nightwing said in almost a low growl toward the Scarecrow.
He kept notice of Kory in case anything did happen. But his attention now on Scarecrow who was on the ground.
Nightwing had come out of nowhere. Moving like a shadow in the darkness. Unseen and unheard. Much of the skill from the Batman. His anger and his voice reflecting that much so. But an anger deeper than annoyance over what Scarecrow was trying to pull.
Nightwing was ready to strike Scarecrow. Giving him only seconds to really take note of him there. Before he were to throw wingdings at him to distract him and then attack.
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Post by Kory Anders - Starfire on Nov 6, 2012 1:41:24 GMT -5
As the collar latched tightly and the surroundings seemed all than complete dark. It hadn't been fear. Not in the way would ever make sense to a human. It was simply the natural instinct to survive. One of the ways to survive was also to fight. A tamaranean could never be weak. Starfire was a warrior, far more before being a hero. Though to say the emotions the memories past were pleasant would be a lie, but they didn't so much frighten Starfire. How could something you've experienced for six years scare you? But who in their right mind would jump back into the pit of hell? To a time that even Starfire had the desires to have her life ended, but she pulled herself together to never give up that easy. She desired life, having had her own strung to unimaginable limits. It wasn't too late. It was never too late. It may have taken six years, but when the time came Starfire took her chance to escape. Now she had come to her own knees. As her strength poured to her hands. Starfire wouldn't be the victim. She wouldn't be the damsel. What kind of damsel was she if there was the chance she'll kill you when free? He didn't know who or what she was, but somehow it didn't seem to matter.
As soon he was there and yes he did care. Between her own attempts and Nightwing's they were trying to get her free. This wasn't a weakness. It certainly aided in her hope and hope was a powerful thing, but he wasn't there. No one had come for her. Not when she was a slave. It was Starfire that had found her way not only to save herself, but the other slaves she could save. Starfire would find a way, but this time she did have Nightwing. There was no chance she would allow anyone to steal him from this world and even if she refused he would do the same. Go to great lengths. As Starfire heard his sharp tongue by her ear, knowing, hearing it wasn't good enough his mind. He wanted to do more. As her fingers coiled warmly at the collar, but if anything it went a little soft, only making it more frustrating. As her fingers of one hand coiled with his own fingers. Starfire wasn't alone in this, but it was toying with the reminders of her past. The collar. The words then of 'Give up' only drover with more intent to be free. He was trying to take her that Starfire knew and it wouldn't be easy, but it wasn't easy to be rid of this. As the collar came a little softer it was seemingly too late. With the sharpness finally piercing through her tough skin that it had shattered the tip in doing so. Unable to stop it. Starfire could feel some of the shattered needle within her neck. Her energy boiled around it. She wasn't human so there was the chance this wouldn't work or would work completely different. Perhaps this was gambling on roulette a bit. Did Crane know at all? In her movements as it drove her to feet and basically destroying the van around them in her rage. Before sinking to the ground outside as she had slipped from the edge of the doorway.
Before slowly coming to her feet. There had been some work with what had sunk into her neck, but mostly her mind had just slipped for a moment. As if day dreaming. As her mind rushed as had gotten to her feet and the reminders of previous. It wasn't much more with everything else, to now be face to face with one of her rapists. One she had killed in attempts to escape. Starfire knew this wasn't real as she shook her mind ever so slightly, but if it was real then she would stand her ground. If this was fear, a tamaranean never runs. They face it and fight it. Move on. They never succumb. As her hand held out in preparation. There had been movement. Something was trying to cloud her judgement. Confusing her. As her starbolt had come strong and sharp. Just missing, but the sounds of the metal crumbling was enough to shake her back a little to reality, but then the words. As if the second she was about to move. Take a step it stopped her. "Submit to me" As if not echoing words from her past. A command. There was a jolt in her body as if a pull, but Starfire's mind was still strong enough. Her will was just as great as her bravery.
"No… I am not yours to command. I am Koriand'r."
It wasn't hesitation, more the extent of her strength within her anger. Her will. Not entirely speaking to Crane as the image of the rapist as well as his voice flashed before her, it was to both. It was to all. Not that she said her name in the hope that he would care. It was just telling him who she was, it didn't matter to her if he could ever understand it. Still there was something inside that was trying to be in tune with what he had said. Perhaps it was the toxins. As his demand of destroy Starfire frowned. The image was clear now. The moment he said nightwing. Whether her own mind had played with her, Crane was now trying to use it to his benefit and control it or at least a part of it. As glimpsed Nightwing. It hadn't taken a second before the goosebumps came. That feeling she got from him. Something pulled at her, as her hands had motioned in the direction, but no she wouldn't. She couldn't destroy him. As she shook her head. No. As now she saw Scarecrow clearly. With what control she had kept her from truly aiming. Her eyes fell to where Nightwing was. The look in his eyes, he wouldn't run any easier than she would. As if Starfire tried to smile, but the words 'Destroy' was playing oddly in a place in her mind. That was trying to hold on to. For some reason, there came a commotion that caused one of the thugs to bump into her or had she back up. She was more and less aware of things. As if it seemed he had attacked her and something clicked as the echo of Scarecrow saying destroy over in her mind. In a sharp turn with her eyes glowing and the angry filled her system. She struct out a hand to the man's chest. Stumbled closer. As if her hand had pushed so much before it caved it. Soon came the glow of her hand. The close impact of her starbolt, the pure energy, it was severely painful. So much it made the screams hard. As Starfire could feel the energy flow through his skin. Melting. Burning. Until the eyes were no longer seeing her and she could hold his body for no longer. Slipping limb to the ground. Her mind almost rushed back to her. To almost Donna's voice of reason. With all the time she had restrained from this had she simply slipped? As if concern flooded to her face not that she hadn't killed anyone before and meant to do it, but it meant differently here. Like Donna said even Dick, they would have to hunt her down and put her behind bars.
"What the… X'hal? I didn't… I… You!"
Starfire wasn't at a loss of words more she wasn't sure how to put this into words. It had been more than just a reflex. As her eyes looked. Knew he was dead, not that he didn't deserve, but she hadn't restrained herself all this time to slip. How? As she looked to her hands. This was what Nightwing feared she would do, but was this her fault? Just at that she remarked her sharp tongue to Scarecrow, it had to be. As her hand went to her neck. It was too late as now unloaded a pain tight within. Starfire ached in screams. It burned. Her tamaranean gene was defiantly trying to reject it, but it wasn't easy. Though her energy juices seeped out around the needle. Glowing faintly pink as it trickled down her neck. Not to much that it was weakening her, but not enough of the toxin was bleeding out. Shutting her eyes. Do what ever she could to keep fighting this. Biting her tongue as well as she could to try and fight Scarecrow head on, but her body was finding it hard.
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