Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2012 20:30:21 GMT -5
Robert stood amongst piles of research, lined upon desks and tables, scattered about the makeshift lab he had managed to construct in a long since abandoned warehouse on the very outskirts of Gotham, just a half mile or so from the city limits. His brows were furrowed as he shifted through papers, brown eyes narrowed and calculating, bony fingers moving with little grace in his obvious hurry. What did he have to do, rob a bank? He hardly had any money for the equipment he needed, and that very same equipment would most likely have to be purchased on some black market of sorts. He knew most of the criminal markets in Gotham specialized in weaponry, where else would Joker get his grenades and Two-Face his firearms? What else would a wanted criminal want with stolen money, unless they had simply taken it for the kicks? The adrenaline? Perhaps they simply wanted to test the Batman?
Only crazed villains like the Joker woukd even bother with that sort of stuff. Not many other criminals actually wanted to be caught, but then, it seemed more and more lunatics arrived in Gotham by the hour. And most of them claimed to have been lured in by the Dark Knight himself. Pathetic, Batman's quest for justice was. He would never win the war. Robbing banks wasn't exactly a favorite past time for the Man-Bat of Gotham. Labs were more his specialty, or archives, even. Animal testing facilities? Only of they included exotic bats.
What Robert wanted was equipment, high tech, very expensive equipment. Most of Gotham's black markets didn't carry that sort of stuff. Metropolis, however, was notorious for illegal tech, heck, even alien tech. And who better then too supply him but the famous Lex Luthor? Robert had been consideeing this for quite some time. He didn't know the monopoly king all that well, but he knee he wouldn't just go out in public and get his hands dirty. And he also knew it wasn't going to be s cheap deal. The problem was, no one else was willing to risk Superman's rage, he'd shut down most illegal markets, even blocked off most drug trades and ran off the gangs that used to run the place.
It seemed Lex may be his only hope kn gathering equipment. But then, that wasn't the only reason to go out and rob banks. In his quest to make the Man-Bat more powerful, and a heck of a lot easier to control, Robert had been keeping tabs on both Scarecrow and Bane. With Scarecrow's help, he may be able to developed a new serum that will make the Man-Bat a far greater threat then ever before, and with Bane's infamous venom, he'd be strong enough to fling Killer Croc all the way to Central City. But then, neither would be a cheep gain. Like Lex, they simply weren't going to just, hand out their valuable toxins and such.
But before Man-Bat could start swooping down in Gotham's banks, he had too first, fulfill a quick...job. a job at Wayne enterprises, of course, and it wasn't approved. Within Wayne's own labs and archives, Robed believed some of his research remained. There is evidence, of course, and though it was claimed his research had been destroyed, not all of it had been for personal gain. Wayne would have kept most of the medical research, who knew? Within his own written pages might just be, somewhere, a cure to blind or deafness. Robert also had reason to believe they still had some of his original serums locked up inside, perhaps in thoughts it may come in handy.
It was time to reclaim what was rightfully his. Perhaps there was a clue to better understanding the Man-Bat, a clue to make it stronger, more vicious. So for the night, with plans already set for Wayne Enterprises, Robert made room for the old research he planned on reclaiming and made his way out into the night, shiftinf into the Man-Bat with the help of his current serum and rising above the roofs of Gotham's suberban realm, headed straight for the beating heart of the city itself with a shriek echoing through frigid aired night. It was clear out, easy to fly. Soon, snow would blanket the streets, and it may become far too cold for flying. It was a race to evolve the Man-Bat, as to not be effected by the cold grasp of Winter.
He glided between the towering, gotich skyscrapers, the air too cold and harsh st their height, and so, by flying between them, he protected himself from northern gales, fslpping occasionally to prevent himself from decending too far. It didn't take long at all to reach the towering building, the cold rush of air sweeping past his wing tips as he angled around and spotted his entrance, a large glass window, just ripe for destruction. Man-Bat's wings tucked in just slightly as he dove for it, stretching his wings out again at full length to catch the air and slow himself just before impact.
The crash was deafening, shattered shardd and chunks of thick, sharp glass slicing through his skin, scattering across the inside floor and falling toward the ground ten stories below. Blood splattered the dark, marble floor as he landed, his feet slipping as his claws struggled to sink in, only to find themselves shunned by the tiles. He grunted as he flapped in a desperate attempt to gain his balance and half hopped, half staggered towards the wall, looking about with his sharp, red gaze. He appeared to be in a large office of some type,with a single desk overlooking the city, along with some chairs and a few minor bits of furniture. He'd been here before, though inky a few times. It was Bruce Wayne's private little sector, too bad it was practically destroyed. It gave Robert a slight sense of satisfaction, and he gave a slight squeek.
Man-Bat moved through the building, clinging to the ceiling in silence as he stalked the halls, making his way down too where he knew the labs would be, his wounds stinging, and yet he ignored them with a defiant scowl, or atleast, as much as one as he could manage. When he finally reached the lab he was looking for, he promptly ripped open the locked door and squeezed inside with a bat-like growl, looking about for the freezers, where his formula was likely being kept. When he spotted the large, sealed metal door, Man-Bat swiflt moved toward it, atleast, until he was alerted with the slightest of sounds. Someone else had entered the building.
Man-Bat, who had dropped to the floor to inspect the lab, now returned to the ceiling with a heavy flap of his wings, crawling toward a corner shrouded in shadow to await the other intruder. Who dared challenge the Man-Bat?
Only crazed villains like the Joker woukd even bother with that sort of stuff. Not many other criminals actually wanted to be caught, but then, it seemed more and more lunatics arrived in Gotham by the hour. And most of them claimed to have been lured in by the Dark Knight himself. Pathetic, Batman's quest for justice was. He would never win the war. Robbing banks wasn't exactly a favorite past time for the Man-Bat of Gotham. Labs were more his specialty, or archives, even. Animal testing facilities? Only of they included exotic bats.
What Robert wanted was equipment, high tech, very expensive equipment. Most of Gotham's black markets didn't carry that sort of stuff. Metropolis, however, was notorious for illegal tech, heck, even alien tech. And who better then too supply him but the famous Lex Luthor? Robert had been consideeing this for quite some time. He didn't know the monopoly king all that well, but he knee he wouldn't just go out in public and get his hands dirty. And he also knew it wasn't going to be s cheap deal. The problem was, no one else was willing to risk Superman's rage, he'd shut down most illegal markets, even blocked off most drug trades and ran off the gangs that used to run the place.
It seemed Lex may be his only hope kn gathering equipment. But then, that wasn't the only reason to go out and rob banks. In his quest to make the Man-Bat more powerful, and a heck of a lot easier to control, Robert had been keeping tabs on both Scarecrow and Bane. With Scarecrow's help, he may be able to developed a new serum that will make the Man-Bat a far greater threat then ever before, and with Bane's infamous venom, he'd be strong enough to fling Killer Croc all the way to Central City. But then, neither would be a cheep gain. Like Lex, they simply weren't going to just, hand out their valuable toxins and such.
But before Man-Bat could start swooping down in Gotham's banks, he had too first, fulfill a quick...job. a job at Wayne enterprises, of course, and it wasn't approved. Within Wayne's own labs and archives, Robed believed some of his research remained. There is evidence, of course, and though it was claimed his research had been destroyed, not all of it had been for personal gain. Wayne would have kept most of the medical research, who knew? Within his own written pages might just be, somewhere, a cure to blind or deafness. Robert also had reason to believe they still had some of his original serums locked up inside, perhaps in thoughts it may come in handy.
It was time to reclaim what was rightfully his. Perhaps there was a clue to better understanding the Man-Bat, a clue to make it stronger, more vicious. So for the night, with plans already set for Wayne Enterprises, Robert made room for the old research he planned on reclaiming and made his way out into the night, shiftinf into the Man-Bat with the help of his current serum and rising above the roofs of Gotham's suberban realm, headed straight for the beating heart of the city itself with a shriek echoing through frigid aired night. It was clear out, easy to fly. Soon, snow would blanket the streets, and it may become far too cold for flying. It was a race to evolve the Man-Bat, as to not be effected by the cold grasp of Winter.
He glided between the towering, gotich skyscrapers, the air too cold and harsh st their height, and so, by flying between them, he protected himself from northern gales, fslpping occasionally to prevent himself from decending too far. It didn't take long at all to reach the towering building, the cold rush of air sweeping past his wing tips as he angled around and spotted his entrance, a large glass window, just ripe for destruction. Man-Bat's wings tucked in just slightly as he dove for it, stretching his wings out again at full length to catch the air and slow himself just before impact.
The crash was deafening, shattered shardd and chunks of thick, sharp glass slicing through his skin, scattering across the inside floor and falling toward the ground ten stories below. Blood splattered the dark, marble floor as he landed, his feet slipping as his claws struggled to sink in, only to find themselves shunned by the tiles. He grunted as he flapped in a desperate attempt to gain his balance and half hopped, half staggered towards the wall, looking about with his sharp, red gaze. He appeared to be in a large office of some type,with a single desk overlooking the city, along with some chairs and a few minor bits of furniture. He'd been here before, though inky a few times. It was Bruce Wayne's private little sector, too bad it was practically destroyed. It gave Robert a slight sense of satisfaction, and he gave a slight squeek.
Man-Bat moved through the building, clinging to the ceiling in silence as he stalked the halls, making his way down too where he knew the labs would be, his wounds stinging, and yet he ignored them with a defiant scowl, or atleast, as much as one as he could manage. When he finally reached the lab he was looking for, he promptly ripped open the locked door and squeezed inside with a bat-like growl, looking about for the freezers, where his formula was likely being kept. When he spotted the large, sealed metal door, Man-Bat swiflt moved toward it, atleast, until he was alerted with the slightest of sounds. Someone else had entered the building.
Man-Bat, who had dropped to the floor to inspect the lab, now returned to the ceiling with a heavy flap of his wings, crawling toward a corner shrouded in shadow to await the other intruder. Who dared challenge the Man-Bat?
