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Episode 2 - Escape from Asgard Asylum - Intro

[thingamawhatsit]

I grew up with the DCAU, and so there was no way Comissioner Thor Odinson was going to be anything other than badass considering who I had to start with. Between that and a bit of set up this part is a little bit less campy than the previous, but when more comes out I promise the campy goodness shall continue unrestrained. In the mean time hope you enjoy.

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***Nana Nana Nana Nana BATWOMAN***

Commissioner Thor Odinson paces pensively on the roof top of the Gotham PD. The Batsignal, model Heimdall 9000, is the brightest light in the sky able to pierce through even the thickest of Gotham’s fog and smog to signal her beautiful benefactors. Inside the building's officers prepare for the coming night, donning their riot gear and running through superstitious safety rituals.

Commissioner Odinson is ready as always. His long overcoat on over body armor, the burgundy color catching in the light and fading into the dark in equal measures. His helmet rests comfortingly under his left arm, silver wings reminiscent of his days in the air force stenciled on the side. His right hand brushes his coat away, reflexively running along the handle of his 12 gauge hammer shotgun. Still young compared to many of the other officers, his blond hair longer than is strictly regulation, and the slight beard gracing his jaw doing little to help the image, he isn’t what many would call a typical officer of the law. But then a typical officer of the law would be less likely to take the help of two women dressed in fanciful costumes that barely reach the height of his chest.

“Commissioner.” And that would be a most misinformed mistake. He turns around, finding the dynamic duo behind him on an edge that was empty but a moment ago.

A small smile spreads across his face regardless of the serious situation. “Hail, maiden warriors.”

“Well met, gracious knight.” Robyn bows from her precarious perch atop a gargoyle, the motion moving most majestically into a flip landing on the rooftop. She smiles back at Batwoman, still hidden slightly in the shadows. “See, this is why we keep him around. Big guy has a sense of humor.”

“I’m afraid that’s all the humor I have tonight, ladies. We’ve just gotten word of a riot at Asgard Asylum. Several of Gotham’s grizzly and gruesome escaped in the chaos, including the Clown Prince himself.”

The Trickster; a terrifying trouble maker to be sure.
The criminal once commonly known as Green Hood who upon a brief battle with the newly debuted Batwoman falls into nefarious noxious chemicals, arose from the foul substance a changed man. Skin bleached into a cold blue, red veins shining through like tribal markings, and his face pulled up in a perpetual grin, he turns his tale of tragedy into a comedy of crime.

“No criminal can overcome our combined capabilities, Commisioner. The long arms of the law shall ferret them out wherever they may hide.”

The Commissioner nods at Batwoman. “I never had any doubts in the matter. There is something else though. It looks as though one of the Doctors may be kidnapped, a Doctor Hogun Crane. He was working with several patients at the time of the riot, but so far there isn’t any sign of him.” Commissioner Odinson pulls a file from inside his coat. “You’ll find his basic information in here. We’re working on a warrant to get the details on the research he was doing, but for now this is everything.”

Robyn takes the folder first, flipping it open and studying the picture of the man. He’s a large Asian man, black hair pulled back in a ponytail. His matching beard is grown into a point. The only thing that lightens the portrait at all is the pair of slim glasses perched on his brow. “Sure is a grim fellow, ain’t he.”

“Isn’t, Robyn. A proper hero uses proper English.”

Robyn grins, unrepentant. “Sure thing, boss.”

The door of the roof is thrown open, an officer rushing out. “Commissioner, we just received a report of Two Face in the business district.”

“Send a squad. I’ll be down in a moment to head the team to Asgard.” He turns for a fraction of a second, gesturing for the man to return with his missive. “Excuse me, I-” He turns back to face Batwoman, only to find himself alone on the roof. “Of course. Good luck ladies.”

***Nana Nana Nana Nana BATWOMAN***