The Chemistry Club, as it was advertised to Bane, doesn't resemble your standard meth lab. No heavies, no junkies prowling in the corners, no sleazy-looking dealers cutting drugs up with their credit cards ( Read more... )

Across planet Earth on every major television network, every radio and every live stream using satellites to broadcast, the head and shoulders of the Cyborg Superman appears. Using his mastery over technopathy he broadcasts his message ( Read more... )

Dr. Crane had been watching the events of Darkseid and Blackfire's rule of Gotham from the safety of the fortress that is Arkham Asylum, curiously unaffected by the power of anti-life. He wasn't alone in the institute however, as being one of the few to remain his faculties (scarce that they may be) he found himself all but in charge of the Asylum ( Read more... )

"People of Gotham, I salute you!" It has been a long time coming, but the Deacon Joseph Blackfire is once again on a podium in Gotham square, masses around him, and being played to televisions and radios across the city. All have heard of how the holy man has cleaned up the streets in a violent yet effective pogrom of the colourful psychopaths that ( Read more... )

It wasn't all that long ago that Crane was sat in this very room, watching a fight break out between the Corrosive Man, the Electrocutioner and... who was it? Cornelius Stirk. That imitator with his mummy issues. Arkham meal times always had a certain element of activity to them, but now that meals are restricted to one's cell - sorry - ( Read more... )

In a different place, another time, things could have been better. Or they could have been much, much worse. But when you're given a chance to see your mistakes, and re-live them what can be done ( Read more... )

"Good evening, Gotham City." The words that cut into every television across Gotham this night, and reveal the familiar and incredibly creepy masked face of the Scarecrow on every screen, dead centre, and utterly void of emotion.

"First of all, allow me to apologise for interrupting your viewing pleasure this evening. I'm sure it must be sheer ( Read more... )

The Scarecrow sits in full costume in an empty old bedsit in Coventry, Gotham City. A nice, if slightly industrial area of the city ( Read more... )

( Warning: EVIL )

Her orders tonight are simple. Rather than take a certain part of Gotham as usual, she's to make almost a full-sweep. Things have been weird lately, more than normal, and he is worried.

Just a quick stop. See if they're okay and keep moving. She understands what he doesn't say. He worries. Things are unusual. Unpredictable. He has to be ( Read more... )