Gotham Electric Grid (Open)

[birdsofprey657]

Oswald stepped out of the car, carrying his signature umbrella, his hat, and dressed nicely. He was going to attack the Gotham Electric Grid, an attack would surely kill twenty people and shut off power to the water supply and half the citie's power. He walked calmly, to the metal fence door, opening the door with ease, and walking through. Wasn't very busy on the outside, but it would be on the inside. Entering the building was easy, though it was guarded by four guards. Cobblepot spotted the guards and walked up to them, "Hello boys" They turned and gripped their guns, but it wasn't quick enough. Cobblepot's judo outmanuevered two guards, grabbing and twisting the wrist and throwing one guard into another, which killed both. Then as the other two pulled the safety off the guns, Oswald open fired with his umbrella, twirling it and slashing them with the sharp point at the top. They slumped to the ground or the door in front of him. "Excuse me" said Cobblepot who easily picked the lock on the door with his umbrella, taking a card from one of the guards.

He made his way to the fourth level, the highest level, unnoticed though he did take care of three more guards, with his judo of course. He stopped at the Grid section. Taking out a penguin head and attaching it to the umbrella point, aiming it at the grid, he fired. The penguin head jetted out and stuck to the grid. He did this with all the grids. Setting up some more wires and explosives that Sherry so kindly made for him. "Hey! This is for personal only!" said a woman in a white suit. Cobblepot smiled and turned around, " Inanimate objects don't have personal feelings". After he knocked her out he tied her up with the bombs. "Time to get to the control mainframe, I can hack and re- configure the controls." The woman said something but it was muffled from the tape. "What!" He took off the tape on her mouth, but left the one on her eyes. "You need a password to get into the mainframe"

"What might the password be?" The woman didn't say anything, Oswald clicked and turned his umbrella this time a bright blue, red, and white flame ignited from his umbrella, He seared it closer to her face, she screamed, "OK!!! It's.... 4...5...6...8...7...2...3..!" "Now we're talking. Thanks hon, oh and if you survive, be sure to be angry at the FBI, they sent me here to do this." He hit her in the neck and throat as she fell to the ground.

As he spotted the door to the mainframe, two guards were talking about a breach and the bodies. He took out two baby eagle balls, throwing them on the floor. They said "What's that!" The eagle's made a cry that was recorded, a purple smoke sprouting from their electronic beaks. The next thing Oswald saw was the two men falling to the ground. "That toxin will induce a short term memory loss"

The room smelled like cabbage. Someone had some salad or an egg roll and didn't clean up. Though Oswald would have done the same. Buttons and cameras sprawled the complex. But the main keyboard was on the center, someone was typing something, "Sorry, but I'm the next shift" a twist of the head and the small man fell to the floor. He sat at the chair and began typing, Typing on the keyboard the large monitor on the wall asked for the password. Cobblepot remembered the code: 4568723. Access granted it said. Cobblepot set the evidence and the seen linked to the mainframe, linking the explosives in the reserve of the energy with the maximum electric current. He also activated the self overload mechanism which would create another massive electric outbreak destroying whatever was left of the building. He altered the cameras with some difficulty.

Now taking out the copy that an informant in the FBI made for him to blame the whole thing on the FBI. He took the dead man's gun in the holster, shot him twice, and put the gun in his hand. He took the dead man's badge, and replaced it with a very real FBI one, with the same name in an old FBI database with someone who was important. He clicked the enter button, and then activated all which he had programmed with a click of the shift button. The base's entrance and exits had all been locked down. "Bye bye and have a good night sleep ducky" He chuckled in his penguin like laugh. There was only one window. Aiming his umbrella at the window, he fired his machine gun umbrella at it shattering what was left of the silver window into minor pieces of the scene. Then when he stepped on the roof, the explosions began. One small building was ripped apart, electric current blurred in a blue frenzy as sparks and fires ripped the railroad tracks near it. More explosions, shrieking and debris slammed into the building mainframe with sparks and concrete slabs.

[bridget]

A woman in a black sweater and long leather jacket appeared under the oily light of the streetlights. She passed beneath one, then another and another until they seemed to disappear completely. She soon figured out where the light had gone, as a massive explosion irrupted from only a few yards away. She sheilded her face, blocking her eyes and nose from flying splinters of wood and glass.

"What the hell?" She questioned herself, adjusting her glasses and watching as the electrical fire raged. It occurred to her that if she'd been a few paces quicker, she might have been killed. Thank the gods she wasn't in a hurry to get any place. Suddenly, something flashed accross the sky. A black blurr against the flames and a glint of something shiny. Was it the Batman? Or perhaps the culpret responsible for the electrical fire? Either way, she was curious and knew that there was little reason to go home now; the food in her fridge would spoil and her cats wouldn't notice a change.

[birdsofprey657]

Oswald laughed and laughed and laughed. He loved the explosions, each more violent as the next. Then the power overload struck lighting up the whole place. Everyone was probably killed, but hey it was the FBI's fault. They provoked Oswald to do this. Well he would have done it anyway but now he had a reason of doing it. Oh and he wasn't done with it yet. He did learn some thing from the Joker about explosions. 1. Always make a scene. 2. Make it have an impact on the city. He had done just that. Though now police sirens were around, well he wasn't done with it yet. Now a firetruck was blasing the rubble with water. "No! NO NO NO!!!!" He climbed up to the roof, using his strength not to fall though his legs hurt. He wabbled down at the top. Putting a penguin head missile type projectile on the top of his umbrella aiming it at the Firetruck. Clicking the button the missille blasted from the penguin slamming straight into the firetruck into a ball of fire and steam. "AHAHARGHARHAHRA"

More explosions and police sirens were heard. Luckily he had Sherry set up as a Sniper on the other side of a building sniping off police and SWAT drivers. He had already made another target, something wider and more valuable. The Gotham Dockyard. Oh a true challenge that he would pass, this time with his birds as the weapons. Strange how no bat signal nor bat freak was coming to kick his ass this time. Maybe they took a break and decided to lay back and watch Full House on their old televisions.

[bridget]

A firetruck came wizzing by as did several police cars. Bridget hid in an especially dark alley and watched as everything went up in flames. It was like something out of one of those artless action movies where plot is marred by explosion. This is why she chose to work for the Riddler; there would hopefully be more to a plan than "blow it up!"

The firetruck blew apart after something that reminded her of a cannonboall hit the side of it, but the irony was not lost on her. She mused a little, knowing it was wrong to do so but seeming to care very little. "Who does one call when the fire department is on fire?" Another little chuckle and she slipped back into the alley, hoping it wasn't just a deadend.

(watching Full House? Man, he really must think nothing of the Bat's character or taste)

[birdsofprey657]

Cobblepot was enjoying himself. Taking out a cigar, lightning it, and allowing the smoke to fill his lungs so that he could remain calm and cool like a bird. Though he peered around and didn't find many people, though there was something that he spotted, an eyewitness maybe. He looked through his monocle and whistle for his owl which flew to his side. "Go find the eyewitness, hmm" The bird flew off, perching on top of a tree turning it's head 360 degrees to find whoever it was, "WHO WHO. WHO WHO" sharped the owl. Oswald loved birds, especially crows, falcons, owls, vultures, eagles, osprays, penguins, puffins. Well all birds. Maybe the person was some girl, or boy working for a mob boss. Maybe it was an assassin sent by Lex Luthor, the man who constantly called Oswald for contracts and recommended assassins. Though he kept a bird on him once in a while, tapped Lex's phone, look at his records, had men watch him and take pictures. Afterall, business was a competition and Oswald had the upper hand. Not to mention being one of the wealthiest people in Gotham, not as rich as the "Wayne baby family" but richer than the wealthy snarky elities. He even had seventeen million in gold, guarded in his personal vault in an undisclosed location. He loved money, because money gained you status and contracts.

[bridget]

Bridget heard an owl call alone in the night. With the sirens silenced and the only other sound coming from the smoldering wreckage of the electrical plant. She thought little of it, aside from the smoke maybe bringing it some harm. The alley was indeed a deadend, with the added bonus of being full of garbage water. Her face pinched in disgust as she turned and went back to leave through the street she'd come on. Perhaps she could find another way home without drawing attention to herself noticed. She figured it would be good practice for police evasion.

[birdsofprey657]

Oswald, moved the lever on his umbrella and the umbrella began spinning, then he was lifted off the ground and flew down to where the girl or boy was. Stopping behind whoever the owl was sharping at. "Hello, late hour to be walking the streets alone, no?" He clicked his umbrella and it stopped spinning returning to a normal closed umbrella. His owl flew to his left shoulder. He walked beside her, "So do you have a name or are you a mute?" "AHAHARAHHRAHA" .

He loved jokes, especially his own. He did in fact deal with some mutes. Your probably thinking that he killed them, but no he just fined them for killing seven of his men. They were rookies anyway. He wondered if this girl worked for a rogue, maybe the Riddler. Oh how he loved to piss off the riddler.

Eddie would probably say something different but Oswald wanted him imprisoned. Maybe he would contact the Mad Hatter to make a device stronger than the Riddler to mind control him.. Oh how that would be fun. See the riddler was like the bullies in school or taunted cobblepot, who threw him into lockers, who took his lunch, and who blamed things on him.

Though he did have retribution, he didn't remember the last time he gave the Riddler a bloody nose, but he wanted to real badly. He hoped that Riddler would screw up and Freeze would get involved. Oh how he would glady laugh at Crane and Riddler for being frozen solid. He gruffed, and turned his eyes staring at this girl or boy whatever.

[bridget]

Her throat was a little dry from a mixture of surprise and teh smoke from the fire, but she'd survived one encounter with a "costumed maniac" perhaps she was lucky enough to try for two. "I was on my way home," she began with a little more confidence in her voice than she'd first spoken to the Riddler with. "but it seems my normal route has been obstructed. Certainly not something one sees every day, though this is Gotham I suppose." She paused a moment, considering whether or not to tell te man her name. It was obvious to anyone he was the penguine, blind or not.

"That is a lovely owl." She admired the owl on his arm, knowing it would get him to talk about something else. She did like owls and knew enough about them from books to carry on a conversation with someone and sound at least moderately knowledgable. It frightened her a little, but more because she knew what he could convince it to do. Otherwise, Bridget was the sort to be captivated by the creature rather than fearing it.