Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Mar 13, 2011 9:51:42 GMT -5
As soon as he had grabbed the syringe, no sooner, it was knocked out of his hand. The syringe went flying across the room. Robin pulled his hand in close to him, a small wince of pain. The Scarecrow had just kicked his hand to knock the syringe out of it. What ever that beast had been behind the Scarecrow, it sure didn't help the situation at all. Robin was still trying to focus, his mind clouded by the toxin gas. The rebreather was unable to help him at this point.
He was in between reality and the fears within his own mind. He knew it was the Scarecrow near him, but his mind was trying to force him to see him in another way. Robin was able to focus enough to not fear the Scarecrow. He knew the man was weak without his weapons and toxins, but Scarecrow had the upper hand at this time. Robin was in no condition to fight. His mind was getting lost in the toxins.
At Scarecrow's words, it made Robin focus on him as he saw the man raise the clawed hand at him. Robin wanted to move away, but was up against something. He wasn't sure where exactly he was because the toxin was confusing him. But with the claw raised, Robin could not get away from them. It only took seconds before the clawed hand was jabbed into his arm. Four needles pierced into his right forearm, Robin yelled out as the serum was injected into him. He could feel it coursing into his bloodstream. The toxin quickly had rushed into affect. Robin could no longer control his mental state to focus on the Scarecrows actions.
Even though his sight was blocked by the toxin, Robin could still make out the sound of the Scarecrow and what was going on around him slightly. He saw the Scarecrow's figure, now take on it's true form within the mind's eye. The figure was leaving him alone and after another as it left the area.
Robin was starting to see villains of the past coming toward him, armed with their most deadly weapons. With in that, his mind was playing tricks on him. He could see Two-Face before him with the same crowbar he had used years ago to beat Robin almost to death before Batman. It was the fight that had changed his view on crime fight. Even though now a days, he would not have been so afraid of this situation, that night still had stuck with him. But before the image could come toward him, his sight changed to the many situations in which he had lost friends. The death of heroes he had fought along side of, and the sights of finding them, haunting him.
Robin was left yelling out. He felt like he was bound. His muscles had become tense, holding him back from trying to help any of them. The room was almost dark around him, almost to send him out of the apartment. He could see the light of the hall coming through the door with the figure of the Scarecrow leaving with Selina. His words ringing in his mind. For a short second, Robin was reminded that he had contact with the Batman before this had happened. This was the exact situations that made Robin look like a fool and set him back in the sight of the Batman. Making him look like he was not ready for stronger fights. Robin was, but he had rushed into this fight not knowing the few situation. Not knowing of this new toxin the Scarecrow had used against him.
He tried again to clear his mind, but this toxin was much stronger than the small dose of the gas toxin he had breathed in. Robin tried to get up. He was going to try and go after the Scarecrow before the image of Two-Face came to him again and seemed to hit him with the crowbar. Robin dropped to the ground again. It seemed almost too real. The crowbar continued to come at him, hitting him repeatedly. Robin cover his head as his body jerked as if the crowbar had been landing a hit. There was nothing he could do against the toxin, it was tricking his mind. Everything seemed to be real. Without the antidote, Robin was trapped within the mind of his own fears and memories.
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Last Edit: Mar 15, 2011 0:15:22 GMT -5 by simba
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Post by simba on Mar 15, 2011 0:14:44 GMT -5
Scarecrow's yells only met silence, at least for the moment. Whomever the villain was shouting to, it seems that they had not deemed it at all necessary to respond. If they were even there, anyway.
Scarecrow thrived on fear. Surely he knew that there was another in Gothan who did precisely the same. And yet, unlike him, this other man did not need chemicals or serums to assure that those who needed to fear him did. This other man used fear in an entirely different manner. He could use fear because he understood fear. He understood the psychological damage endless nightmares could wreak upon a mind. He is the man, the creature, the shadow that plagues the psychology of so many locked up on Arkham and Blackgate. The one that caused so many large, bitter, stoic villains to curl up into fetal positions at the very memory of him. He was the guardian of Gotham. He is the shadows of the city.
Only a soft whistle announced the presence of another. One, two, three almost silent, successive 'THWP!'s. The driver at the steering wheel slumped over as a dart found its home in his neck. The two other goons slumped over suddenly as equally potent tranquilizers hit their mark. Their source smiled inwardly. At least Isley's damned grass wasn't around to throw more curve balls at him. This time, the darts worked.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you about playing fair?" a gruff, seasoned voice called out from the darkness surrounding the Scarecrow. Batman knew that, by now, Robin was down for the count. He had seen Selina get tossed into the van, and knew her little friend had to be with her. Even if her little friend would likely be only marginal in usefulness, here. It would be up to him. And thankfully, here, Batman had the advantage. And when the Batman had the advantage... it was something all villains feared.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 17, 2011 23:00:16 GMT -5
He watched, but most definitely not in disbelief. Of course Batman would find a way to neutralize his men. They weren't supposed to be a means of stopping him from the beginning, but merely to slow him down. He had a trick up his sleeve, and now his plan was completely blown to hell. Of course the dark knight knew of the scarecrows gas and number 1 tactic, but would he be ready to defend against it?
It didn't take him long to decide to come into view. There before the Scarecrow stood the infamous Batman. He had blended in perfectly with the darkness. He took out his men with pin point accuracy and precision. He expected nothing less.
He had the nerve to talk about a fair fight.
"Well, I suppose 3 nobody's against you wasn't a fair fight for them was it? Just like your miniature boy wonder against me wasn't even close to fair. Poor guys probably up there right now, still rolling around.. His worst fears popping up before his eyes.. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he intentionally drowned himself in his own vomit just to make it stop. You may have stopped everyone else.. Joker, Two Face.. But my friend, your fighting me in my world, and you wont make it past the first punch."
Of course scarecrow could take him down. He expressed his utter most confidence to the Dark Knight. He hadn't used his new liquid fear inducing serum on him, but tonight may be the first.
"You see these?"
Scarecrow held up his hand that contained the syringes, and spread them up high in the air. The moonlight glistened off the sharp tips.
"I've developed something new.. Something that not even you can stand up to. Tell me, Batman. What is it you see when your under this twisted hypnosis I seduce you into? Do you have parents that resent you? Maybe they're dead? Maybe you have no friends? A lost love? You are a fascinating piece of work."
Scarecrow brought his hand down, and flipped his scythe over, grasping it in both hands. He had to do battle. Of course, the batman was way stronger than him, but when it came to speed, Crane would definitely have the upper hand. He raised the blade up slightly, preparing his battle stance. His heart was pounding, his vision was centered on nothing but his opponent before him. It would be the best fight of the Batman's career. All sorts of tactics ran through his head. Finally! he knew what he would do. He would use his scythe as a diversion. Throw it straight at him. Of course the bat would dodge. He would read his foot movements to see which side, from there he would use his superior speed to thrust his syringes straight into whatever limb was closest. He stepped his foot back, putting all his weight on it, and prepared to blitz.
Right as he was about to push off, a loud ringing noise echoed throughout the parking lot. Scarecrow stopped dead into his tracks.
"Well batman, my experiment is over."
He stood up dead in his tracks and walked over to Selina. He grabbed her by an arm, and pulled her out of the back of his van, throwing her across the parking lot.
"Shes been on 1/2 a gallon of this serum for close to 30 minutes, and shes not dead! I honestly wasn't too sure if she'd make it. But surely someone with as much money and.. Valuables as her wouldn't have a hard time paying for the proper help. Be sure when the medics arrive they don't give her any form of life support, more drugs would just kill her for sure. All you can do is just wait for the liquid to pass out of her system. I call this experiment.. A success! Now I know what adjustments need to be made."
Scarecrow walked towards the drivers side of the van. On his way, he noticed the cat curled up at the side. He wouldn't bother shutting the door so the cat could escape when he started the engine.
He ripped the door open, and threw the goon out. Before he stepped in, he turned to his audience which consisted of the Batman, a drugged Selina Kyle, and 3 of his knocked out goons.
"A good night to all, and to all a good night!!!"
Scarecrow shouted as he threw 3 of his fear gas bombs towards the batman. For the time it would take the bat to get his breathing mask out, and possibly serum, the Scarecrow would be long gone.
He jumped into the van, and fired up the engine. After he put it in drive, he slammed the pedal to the floor, and took off. The van busted through the gates, and down the road he went, away from the Batman. This confrontation didn't end in violence, but he will have his day.. They all will...
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Avalikia
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Post by Avalikia on Mar 19, 2011 12:56:45 GMT -5
As Selina lays in the back of the van, it's all she can do to actually cling to her own consciousness. She can literally feel the life being ripped from her body from the physical effects of the drug, causing her to writhe around uncomfortably in the van, her eyes looking glazed over as she rather helplessly claws at the flooring of the vehicle.
The hallucinations that she'd been experiencing have seemed to have faded in their severity, the world slowly returning to it's normal state, albeit extremely blurry and spinning around wildly. She doesn't see Scarecrow come for her, and hardly even feels him grab her and throw her across the lot. What she does feel is her body crash with the asphalt, but all she can do to defend herself still is to resume the fetal position yet again, her hands going up to her head to attempt to get her surroundings to stop spinning.
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Post by cat on Mar 19, 2011 14:28:47 GMT -5
Having made it into the van, the cat hunkers down and waits to see what will happen next. Being so unable to do anything at the moment is very irritating, but though he's obviously a marvelous specimen of his species, he just can't complete with humans physically. When the quiet sound of something shooting through the air reaches his ears, he flinches and starts peering out as best he can to find out what's causing all the men with Scarecrow to drop. Peering into the darkness through the open door of the van with his also very keen ability to see at night, he spots Batman and unwillingly says, "Oh, good!" Batman had proven to be rather competent when they'd run into each other before, so the cat can only take his presence as a good thing.
Fortunately, the two men who are facing each other down are probably too distracted to hear his comment, and he stays hidden inside the van to watch what happens. It's unlikely that he'll be able to do anything, but he keeps himself poised to act in case an opportunity arrives. In fact, he nearly does so when he sees Scarecrow poised to fight; once again the cat's been ignored and has a shot at attacking from behind. But when the loud ringing stops the action (and causes 63 to pin his ears back because of the noise), the cat stops as well.
Instead he hisses softly in anger when Catwoman gets grabbed and thrown. Why is this terrible person doing so many terrible things to this nice lady? When Scarecrow heads for the driver's side door, 63 wisely uses this opportunity to leave the van himself.
And the moment he touches the ground, he runs over to Catwoman to see if she's okay, fur bristling and throwing the occasional angry look over his shoulder at the van. That's when he can see the gas bombs flying in their direction. Never having encountered any such thing before, the cat merely tenses until he notes that none of them will hit him, and gives a surprised sneeze when the gas starts coming out. Why are all these miserable things happening to him?
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Mar 20, 2011 0:49:48 GMT -5
How long Dick had been trapped within his own mind, he had no idea. But to him every minute felt to be more than an hour. The terror on his own fears were intensified by the toxin. Even the smallest things he would usually not fear, wear now becoming a fear to him.
Anytime he had tried to fight the toxin off and try to stand, the toxin had played off the fear factor of high. Every time he had tried to stand, he could only see the floor from underneath him disappear and become a vast drop to the city's roads below him as he clutch to the side of a building with nothing to help him. When in reality, he had been propping himself up against a couch that was in the apartment. He thoughts kept coming back to him, that he had to get out of the apartment and go after the Scarecrow no matter what it took.
Dick was trying to face his own fears clearly, but every time he did, his mind threw him into another tail spin. It didn't only seem to affect his thoughts but his muscles as well. His muscle would just give away as he tried to get up. And as they did, he dropped back to the floor again. His mind making see himself falling from the building and the road turned into a vast dark ocean. The waters were as dark as the concrete had looked from over head.
Fighting against the thought, Dick tried to swim back to the surface of the water. When something in the water grabs his leg and tried to drag him back under. In reality, Robin still lay on the floor of the apartment struggling like his hand and legs were restricted and gasping for air, every time with in him mind he came to the surface.
The cycle seemed to just continue, there was no Scarecrow to play with his fears further. So, he was lucky to not have to face the terror the Scarecrow could have inflicted had he still been there. Even the things Dick was best at in some way was twisted into becoming a fear against him, threatening his life.
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Last Edit: Apr 4, 2011 1:02:30 GMT -5 by simba
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Post by simba on Apr 4, 2011 0:00:50 GMT -5
Batman, for his part, stays completely and totally silent while the psychotic Scarecrow goes whirling about his scythe and shouts up into the darkness. He stays hidden away, out of sight, sound, and smell of the mad pharmacist; it is, after all, the one true advantage that Batman has over him at the moment. And when Scarecrow turns to run... well. Needless to say, everything he said goes right into the Batman's brain and remains there. He watches the Scarecrow toss the poor Selina off the van and onto the road, and upon seeing those gas bombs, the Batman simply breathes in a long breath from the oxygen mask already placed over his face. If there is anything he had learned from all of his time with Raz Al-Ghul, it was that it was most important to always know one's enemy, and accordingly, to always be prepared.
After the van shot off down the road, the Batman dropped to the ground with an audible 'oof!'. He looked towards Selina and immediately ran towards her. He rolled her over and grumbled something beneath his breath. She was going to be fine, but where was Robin? He looked over at the apartment building nearby before looking back towards Selina. Her first. He grabbed her drugged body and ran over towards the cleverly-disguised Batmobile; opening the trunk, he tossed her in with the gagged and bound Ventriloquist before closing the hood. Thank god his trunk is well-ventilated. He'll get her to a clinic... just as soon as he can find Robin.
He ran back into the crummy-looking apartment building and, with some time, managed to locate where their little battle took place. "Robin! ROBIN!" Batman's gruff voice called out. "ROBIN! Where are you?!"
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Post by cat on Apr 4, 2011 1:32:21 GMT -5
Sneezing a second time, the cat sidesteps until he's away from the terrible-smelling mist, but his attention immediately drifts back to Catwoman once he's out of the gas. He watches anxiously as Batman tends to Catwoman, though it's more due to uncertainty about his own immediate future than it is about anything else. It's questionable how much he's actually concerned for her well-being in and of itself to begin with, but the Scarecrow man had said that she'd be okay and so he has absolutely no reason to worry about that at all. No, he's more anxious about the fact that she'd offered him the life of luxury he'd always wanted, and now it's been taken away from him even before he got to eat.
He's a bit annoyed when Batman runs back toward the apartment building, though it doesn't take a genius for him to guess why. Does he have to worry about the useless bird too? With an unhappy-sounding grumble, the cat takes off after Batman, but instead of running into the apartment building the way Batman goes, instead he takes the cat-friendly shortcut that Catwoman showed him. And one of the things that makes him so amazing is only the best humans would be able to match his natural speed. Add a shortcut and he easily beats Batman back to the apartment.
And apparently it also helps that he knows the way to it, because he only has a moment to watch the twitching Robin for a moment when he hears Batman calling out. "Why do humans act like they're so superior when they can't even track a scent?" he asks himself as he leaves the apartment through the smashed in door and ventures into the hallway so that he can find Batman. Which he does easily since finding someone who is yelling like that is also incredibly simple. "He's this way," the cat says helpfully the moment he spots Batman before hurrying back into the apartment.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Apr 4, 2011 12:29:09 GMT -5
How long Dick had been like this...he didn't know. His mind still looping him back into terrifying situations twisting his past memories against him. He had nowhere to go. Lost in his mind. The new serum seemed to be playing with the toxins of the gas as well, causing more confusion to his body.
After some time, Dick's eyes seemed to fade the apartment room in and out of his mind. He could see traces of what had gone on only a while before the illusions had taken place. Dick tried to get a grip of mind, trying to bring himself back to reality. His mind flashed him in between the apartment and some of the dreadful scene the toxins had put him through. Dick could remember the last time he had actually had faced the chemicals the Scarecrow had often used, let alone this new one of his.
Slipping in and out of reality, Dick stopped a cat running about the apartment, the one he had seen the night before or so when he had gone after Catwoman. He tried to pull that memory to the front of his mind. Maybe this would give him a better chance of pulling himself out of the fear state of mind he had been forced into.
Dick could hear a familiar voice calling out to him. His mind recognized that voice. He wanted to call out in response at that moment, but his mind was separating him from allowing any vocal action to take place. Then he hear another voice, one he did not recognize. Dick was finally able to start battling between reality and his mind. He was able to get longer sights of the apartment room around him. He did not see any other figure within the room besides the cat that now was placed near the door.
After the longest time it had felt like he couldn't move his arm, Dick tried to use his arms to give him some support. His arms seemed to have lost feeling to them as he tried to use them. Trying to prop himself up, only to find that he had been laying beside the back of a couch. He knew this was something that had played allow with the tricks in his mind. Dick leaned against the back of the couch to help support him. It seemed to take more energy to get himself up with trying to fight off the dreadful sights he had seen before in his mind from returning.
His mind flashed him back to the sights of a murder he had long since tried to black out from his past. Dick tried with all his might to use his arms to try and support him. He gritted his teeth and bared through the horrible images. He trusted his left arm up, grabbing hold of the couch and tried to pull himself up more. He was now on his knees and leaning against the couch. His right arm still felt heavy to him. Dick shook his head trying to free himself from the images. His mind flashed back to reality and he got a glimpse around. Now seeing that his right forearm had blood lightly trickling down his arm from the four spots the needle had injected into him. The blood was more or less trying by now, but still noticeable. With the force the Scarecrow had injected them into him, or course it was painful. Why would the Scarecrow waste him time when he had more experiments he could deal with.
Trying to pull himself up again, Dick tried to get his legs to work with him. He almost standing, his knees bent, his left arm taking more of the weight. His right arm still feeling heavy to him. He was starting to get some feeling back to it, but the nervous to his brain were blocked by the chemicals. Struggling to keep himself up, Dick continued to push himself to fight against the toxin. Then almost in reality, his mind flashed back to a hallucination of someone coming up from behind his and hitting his left leg with a large metal object with as much force as possible. This caused Dick to yell out in pain as if it had actually taken place as his legs gave way beneath him, losing the support of his left arm. Dick fall back down to the floor, but was now left sitting up right against the back of the couch. The toxin leaving his mind to think his leg was broken from the blow, but Dick tried to pull back to reality that it was just him mind playing tricks on him.
With his head leaned back against the couch, he seemed to look off toward the ceiling. His breathing was heavy and he had broken out into a light sweat. The mental battle was taking it toll on him as he tried to fight back even more now against it. His mind half between reality and fear. He was able to seem more of reality again. The voices coming from the hall had become more clear to him once again. He knew it was Batman. Dick wanted to yell out in return to the calls, but found it hard to respond.
"In...here," his voice came out softly in almost a whisper between breathes. He tried to turn his head slightly toward the view of the door way once again. He tried to gain control of his mind, fighting to be able to speak rather than just his cries of pain that his mind tricked him into being. Dick tried to collect himself a bit more. And tried once more to call out. "...Here...," was all he was able to manage to call out at the moment. His call was a bit louder than the first, as he tried to control his breathe to return it to normal, as well as his mind.
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Post by simba on Apr 9, 2011 11:53:11 GMT -5
The Batman rushes down the hallway and catches the black cat in the corner of his eye. 63. Well, it seems like Selina has some explaining to do... if he wasn't so concerned about his apprentice, Batman might find the beautiful irony of the matter somewhat amusing. There are reasons it is always wise to try and do good... allies in unlikely places will pay dividends.
"Robin," the Batman says as he sweeps through the broken door. Damn, it's bad. It's really, really bad. Scarecrow, when he gets his hands on him, will face a dear amount of justice for his actions. "It will be fine, Robin," the Batman says in about as reassuring as a manner as he can be. He grabs the young man and tosses him across his shoulders before looking down at the cat. "Thank you," he says before rushing back out from the way which he came in.
Returning to the Batmobile, he throws open the passenger-side door and set Robin just within. He doesn't have any sort of antidote on him, but... well, he knows a place that is likely to. "You'll be fine soon, Robin," Batman rumbles beneath his breath before leaping over the car and throwing open the driver's side door. He places himself inside and revs the engine. Time to get this thing done with.
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