Intro // Some event...?

[villainymaestro]

[His eyes snap open and he sits up. Strange, he'd just been socked right in the face, he ought to be waking up in Arkham by now with a huge bruise...but instead he's out in the open in what looks like a park. There's no injury to his face or otherwise and he's in his zoot suit again

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1/?

[badluckispurple]

Mmmm, Beethovan...

2/?

[badluckispurple]

...Wait- Bat-punch?

3/3

[badluckispurple]

As in Batman's Bat-Punch?

[villainymaestro]

[Grumbling] Do you know anyone else who Bat-punches?

((OOC: If I may, he actually thought that bit. S'ok though! We'll run with it anyway.))

[badluckispurple]

[Gah! Sorry!]

Robin, on occasion.

[villainymaestro]

((No worries!))

Well it certainly wasn't Robin that -

[Uh oh...eventually she's going to wonder why Batman was punching him.]

...Who are you?

[badluckispurple]

Jinx.

And I assume you're a bad guy or something, because I don't think Batman randomly punches people he meets on the streets.

[villainymaestro]

[Well that conclusion was inevitable...]

You can call me the Music Meister. Tel me Jinx, what's your two cents on villains?

[badluckispurple]

Neutral - depends on who you're messing with... And if you're a member of the H.I.V.E.

If so, I might have to kick your butt.

[villainymaestro]

H.I.V.E.? Doesn't ring any bells, which I hope spares me a butt-kicking.

[badluckispurple]

Yeah, you're safe - although I must admit, breaking some stuff would be great right now, Meister.

[villainymaestro]

[Grin] I'm starting to like your tune, though I do hope we won't have to worry about any...interruptions of the heroic and caped variety.

[badluckispurple]

[Grins back]

Y'know, for a guy who keeps making annoying puns, you're not as bad as I would've thought you'd be.

[Say goodbye to that lamp post, because it just toppled over onto a bench, sending shards of glass everywhere, simply from Jinx snapping her fingers.]

Still not as fun as actually aiming it at someone, though, I must admit.

[villainymaestro]

[He'll let the "annoying puns" part slide and concentrate on the rest of that compliment.]

And for a little girl, you at least have some taste in music.

[The broken lamp post is observed with intrigue. The bench below it becomes the Meiter's target in return. He aims his baton and blasts it away with a musical burst.] I have to agree, though my specialty lies in domination over destruction.

[badluckispurple]

[She cackles and flips her hair.]

Jeez, where were you when I was in the H.I.V.E? You'd be a much better partner than the giant idiot and the annoying shorty.

And who doesn't like Beethovan?

[villainymaestro]

[Curious look] This H.I.V.E. sounds like a big gig. I'm surprised I've never heard of it.

Some kids don't know how to appreciate the classics - the real classics, I mean.