Would you like another cup? (Misfit, Black Mask)

[jervistetch]

Oh this was such a frabjous day! Jervis had been on his way home, when he had run across a group of ruffians. Of course, such things happened in Gotham, especially in this of all places. That wasn't the frabjous part. The lads were in his way, and when he announced his presence and waved his gun around just a bit, they had of course run off in a hurry. Again, not the frabjous part.

They left behind a poor girl (a blonde none the less) with a frightful bump on her head! Well, Jervis certainly wasn't going to just leave her out there, unconscious and at the mercy of what ever psychopath might wonder by! No no no, that would never do! So he scooped her up and took her back to the hat shop he was residing in. he had bandaged her head, set her down on the bed, and was making some tea for his new guest. He had no doubts she would be most thankful for his help, and who knows? If things progressed well, perhaps he'd wind up with a new Alice? A nicer Alice, not like that last one! just thinking about her made his fist curl p, but he dismissed it quickly. Besides, he wanted to make a good impression on his new guest when she awoke.

((OOC: We can say that Black Mask is coming over in a bit to pick up his chips or something.
Also, I keep having to modify my posts, single words keep being deleted, bigger words I've been noticing. It is most curious. ))

[saxman59]

Roman stepped from the plain black Lincoln he had parked in the alley by the run-down hat shop. Nearly three months ago, he had ordered a huge batch of Jervis' best mind control chips, part of his new plan to take over half of Gotham. It seemed like there were a lot of those plans going around these days.

Coming around to the front of the shop, he burst through the door. Jervis would probably be angry about him not knocking, but he didn't care. "Tetch! Where hell are my chips! yelled Roman, looking everywhere for the stunted little man.

For a moment, Roman didn't know what he was seeing. Lying on one of the many tables Jervis used for his many tea party's was a girl with blonde hair. But not just any girl with blonde hair. Roman recognized the girl as the new metahuman that was running around cracking up the skulls of his henchmen.

"Jervis," said Roman, staring transfixed at the still unconcious girl. "Who is that?"

[jervistetch]

Jervis jumped at the door bursting open. How rude! He gave a wide eyes squeak involuntarily, before frowning at the intruder.
"You could knock you know..." he admonished, waving away the demands.
"They're on that table there, in the package, ready for your use. What you do with them is none of my concern." he added the last simply as a point that he would play innocent should the matter show up in court, in such a tone that the other gentleman would know that. After all, he was cured now.

At the motion of the blond in the bed (he had forgotten to close the curtain around the bed, the make-shift privacy for the hat shop), he blushed.
"That is none of your concern!" he squeaked, running over to close the curtain and give the girl some privacy.
"If you must know, I found her. The poor dear was in trouble and knocked out. Being the gentleman I am, I kindly saw to her safety." he declared. He paused then to eye Roman.

"Is something wrong? You seem in quite a put off mood." Jervis would have been offended by the change in behavior, but he thought then that perhaps his friend was having a bad day, and he should attempt a bit of understanding. The kettle on the stove began to whistle then, and he rushed over to take it off and pour the water to the pot.
"Anything a nice cup of tea might help?" he offered.

[charlie]

The world was turning as she opened her eyes. She really wanted to keep them closed, she was feeling woozy and relatively like crap. She didn't know what happened, but she felt like she had been with by a truck. A twitch of her leg, she then stretched tiredly and drunkenly on the table. Not that she had been drinking, but this fourteen year old had the feeling that you felt after a big night. Dizzy, sick and sore. Not to mention blurry vision. She then remembered what happened.

A bunch of guys trying to beat up a police officer who had tracked them. Little did this officer know that Charlie was tracking her. Charlie saw it as a good idea at the time. In Gotham, when you follow cops you found the badguys. So she stealthed across buildings, bouncing closer when she had too. And when she went alone to arrest some guys, Charlie saw that this officer seemed to forget that she was one woman with a gun against seven guys with crowbars. But when they began to hit her, Charlie bounced in to save the day again. As Misfit, she was actually getting used to the name.

In a blue t-shirt, her black leggings and her black skirt summed up with converse shoes, she unintimitatedly fell from the sky and kicked a guy in the back of the head. Having already knocked one down, it was six thugs to go. ''Kids, sticks and stones may break your bones -''. A crowbar went at her but she caught it and then spun and swung and flipped the guy onto the ground. A hard back kick rendered another grovling on the ground and then she saw a crowbar jab at her back. It was too easy to perform a backflip over the swing, landing as she punched the swinger across the face. She laughed, it was almost too easy.

But when the bar hit her in the back of the head did things go down hill. It hurt, but pissed her off more as she turned and hit them back. But another bar swept out her feet, causing her to fall on her back. As she went to get up, a bar hit her in the face. Then all seven of them swung down countlessly onto her. When she rose an arm, it was hit down. That was the last thing she remembered, and now she was laying on a table feeling like a beaten egg.

When she heard voices, she looked and saw a curtain drapped across and voices coming from behind. She wondered who it was, and where the hell she was. But as she went to bounce, her hand barely converted into smoke before it was rejected. The blows to her head had rendered her with a massive headache and a fuzzy mind. Until she recovered for a while, she wasn't bouncing anywhere. So sighing she hissed in pain as she rose from the table and limped over towards the curtain. Before doing anything, she looked around. Top hats, feather hats, dressy hats, rainbow hats and basically any hat were around her. Creepy to the max. Slowly, hearing question on 'who that girl was?', she gripped onto the curtain and pulled it across, witnessing a little man a black mask on. Yeah, Misfit really was the best name for her.

[saxman59]

Still looking at the metahuman, Roman mindlessly took the tea and pocketed the chips. Then, noticing that the metahuman was a little less than unconcious, he spoke.

"Look who's come back to the land of the living. Did you like your short journey into Hell? If I have things my way, you'll be going back there permanantly by the time the night is out." Roman looked on for a moment to see if she was going to use her powers. The very large bump on her head seemed to be preventing it.

It just so happened that Roman had a syringe in his pocket containing an experimental drug that neagted the effects of metahumans. Now all he had to do was seperate it from the many poison remedies and other medicines in his pocket and inject it into the appropriate artery. "Now, now. You really shouldn't be up and about." Reaching a large muscular hand around her neck, he found the hollow where the spine connected to the skull, and drove his thumb into said hollow. He loved watching the life dull from her eyes.

She was out for almost 20 minutes. In that time he had carried her back to the bed and bound her arm's and legs to the bed frame. Normally, the drug would be given through an IV, but Roman didn't have time for procedure. Sterilizing the needle, he shot the drug straight into the girl's carotid artery. The drug was flowing through her brain in under thirty seconds.

"Stop your blubbering, Jervis," said Roman. "She may be down a few IQ points, but she isn't permanantly damaged...yet." While he was still staring at Jervis, he heard his quarry shift in her bed. If someone had seen through his mask, one would have sworn that there was a feral look in on that heavily scarred face. Spinning a chair to face the girl, he sat down right next to the bed, looking into the girl's face. "Now. What should we talk about first...?

[jervistetch]

Jervis would give a friendly smile to the girl when she awoke.
"Ah! Welcome! Don't be afraid, my dear. You were in quite a bad place, and I just had to help-" Jervis was moving towards her with a friendly smile, when Roman pushed him down and out of the way and put a hand around her throat.
"Mask, what are you doing?!" he squeaked, but by the time he got up, the girl was already out again.

Jervis got up and brushed himself off, handling the situation calmly.
"Roman, you know I don't appreciate your taking my captive." Jervis growled, not bothering at the moment to play innocent and cured. He marched over, lookign the taller man in the face.
"Your behavior is abysmal at best. I was trying to make a good impression on the girl for once." he noted, crossing his arms.
"But I suppose it can't be helped now, can it." Jervis was evaluating the situation before him. he didn't want to make an enemy of Mask, but he didn't want to lose his new Alice either.

"It's quite clear you have bad blood with this girl, who ever she is, but I was rather looking forward to having a new Alice about. Of course, I was hoping to keep her with me willingly this time around, but well...I suppose these things can't be helped. I'll not allow you to kill her, Roman, she's mine, I found her fair and square. I'm keeping her with me." So what if he sounded childish, he wanted his new Alice. Although, he had also been hearing rumors, things about others getting snagged up, things about the government.

"She'll be out of your way, and I'll have my Alice. it's a win-win." he figured, when Roman drew out the needle.
"What's that?" he asked curiously. He was thinking fast before the girl woke up, trying to think of a way to salvage this situation, some way he could get her to like him still, a way he could twist it to still be helping her. He'd settle for Stockholm Syndrome if he had to.

[charlie]

Out of the two was a chipper short man with a hat on. He seemed to try and be nice to her but she was more confused more an anything. How did she get from the alley to their. Maybe she bounced before getting knocked out, it could have taken her off aim and she teleported herself to them. Or maybe they found her unconscious? Or maybe the men were working for them? Though the leprechaun-like man was cut off by the other. It was as if she were facing the grim reeper. This black masked man was giving her viciously bad vibes and made her intimidated. Especially what he said to her and moved towards her but she couldn't get away. He legs was throbbing and turning, it nearly gave way but she grabbed onto the table. She felt as if she couldn't get away and turning back, she was gripped around the neck but the man. She gasped and before she could raise a fist to knock him out, things began to black out. As she could see is his black mask, the deep red eyes scaring her as the world went black.

Awakening up in an instant, her eyes shot open. She saw the ceiling and then in a sudden she ripped her arms toward her but they were strapped. She was on the bed, feeling a bit better but then pulled again. Simple restraints were holding her down, but why couldn't she break them. She tried again harder, but still nothing. She hated it, but where was her strength? Her strength, her enhanced thingys and everything else. A clear mind was dosed over her but as she bounced to Barbara, it still didn't work. What was wrong with her powers. Where did they go? What did they do to her? Looking, she saw Black Mask sitting next to her. She wanted him dead.

''Let's talk about how many parts I am going to rip you into. Now let me go!''. She then gritted her teeth and pulled. Her arms were not budging, but looking to her legs she kicked hard. She looked to mask and stopped, though she still pulled at her right leg. She was scared but more angry than anything. She strained but then heard a slight crack. When that happened, her having been the only one to have heard the crack but just hoped she could get a limb free. She might be absent of teleportation, strength and senses she was still able to kick ass. Just maybe not as good as she usually does. So she just looked to Black Mask and death stared him. Who did he think he was?

[saxman59]

"What we should talk about is your fascinating abilities. My thugs tell me you can teleport." Noticing that she was trying to escape, he laughed his cold laugh. "Start that again and I'll have to put you out again. And this time, I won't make it painless."

Withdrawing the overly large KA-BAR knife from the sheath around his belt with deliberate slowness, he ran his thumb across the razor sharp blade. "Now stop struggling, and I may leave something resembling a nose on your face. Oh, and Jervis; if you can get her to calm down, she's all yours...when I'm done."

Pressing the knife lightly against her face, he enjoyed the way that the blade reflected her wide eyes. But something was wrong. Those eyes showed no fear. This would play against him. Usually, he had people begging on their knee's for mercy. He would have to resort to drastic measures.

And yet...he could not bring himself to harm such a beautiful face. Moving the blade down slowly to her legs, he smiled. "You know, I've always liked Converse shoes. One of my mistresses wore them all the time. She lasted the longest. Too bad I have to ruin this pair."

Without warning, he brought the knife to cut through the ankle of the shoe, leaving a deep gash along her ankle. The gash along with the strain the rope on her socket, the gash began to bleed. Not fast, but enough.

"Now then, my dear. That gash doesn't seem like much, but you will bleed out without proper medical attention, which I can give. Rest assured, it most definitely will not be painless. Now, will you talk, or will this little interview turn into a body disposal? I'm certain Tetch will not enjoy that."

[jervistetch]

Jervis scrambled over.
"I-it won't be all bad, just answer the questions, okay?' he tried to convince her, but she was as stubborn as Alice.
"J-Just calm down," he was playing up an innocent role, and luckily since Roman was plenty intimidating only half needed to act just as afraid of him. As he had said, he wanted to make a good impression on his new Alice. While he would like her to listen, he had a control chip at the ready should it be needed.

((Kind of short, sorry. Feel free to end Misfit's escape attempt with him putting the control chip on her, if you'd like. I didn't want to post that much because IDK how you want to do the escape attempt. )