What in the name of all that is holy is he doing here?
Ah, right. His shareholders, Batman's unwitting patrons.
Bruce adjusts his tie for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes and stands. Time to tell everyone how grateful they are for their financial support and to get the hell home. He has work waiting, and it's sure as hell not here. Straighten up, jackass. Alfred's watching. Bruce approaches the microphone, one hand in his trouser pocket, a smile growing.
"Oh, dear," murmurs Alfred, watching the scene on the Batcave's largest monitor screen. He clicks a button, and a light flashes on. With another twist of a button, the Batman's growl is transmitted to the Watchtower:
"Get down here. Now."
And the coordinates, and ... oh, dear; he does hope Master Bruce will be all right.
There's no lip, no teasing from the Flash on this score. Not when that psycho's got a horde of his own local villains working for him. He's every bit as responsible for this as anyone else is.
But this time... there's a plan. Not too many people know about it...
As Harley Quinn reaches for her next target, it comes as a bit of a surprise to everybody as that target pulls on a mask and whips out a razor-sharp blade all in a single motion - and then the blade is against the clown girl's throat.
"Ya don't have t'be rude about it, y'know. No need for name calling. I'm already listenin'. Man, am I listenin'!" Harley is still holding her popgun but it's in front of her and the man isn't. Which would make turning and firing a suicide attempt since he would chop her head off first. And well, she likes her head right where it is. As mixed up and screwy as it might be.
Well hellooooooo! Everybody, it's Slade Deathstroke The Terminator Wilson! How're those boys of yours? Still dead? It's so hard to keep track these days.
Well, not all the Wayne shareholders are stymied. Ted Kord moves to take Harley off Bruce's hands, adding another handkerchief to stifle the blood flow.
Ted nods to Bruce, as if to say... Go.
He looks to Harley. "Just stay still, miss. We'll get you to a hospital, but the more you try to move, the more you'll bleed. Stay calm, and still."
She may not even be able to understand him, gasping for air..
He just let Deathstroke do it. Joker just let him. The words keep going through her head over and over.
Harley can't really speak at this point as she tries to concentrate on her breathing. Well, what little there is of it. She focuses her eyes on Ted, trying not to look as scared as she really is. After all, she has had medical training so she knows just how serious this is. Her hand comes up to cover his, not really to help with the pressure but a silent thank you.
At least he didn't just leave her to die like Joker did.
He's staring at the shadow-shield. No way in for him.
Remember, man, use that vibration trick thing to cover your voice. Slade knows you, you gotta make sure he doesn't figure it out or you're dead. Remember, they got Zoom, so you can't escape so easy...
As the blackness swallows Flash like an hors d'oeuvre, the sound of a high-powered motorcycle approaches where Major Disaster stands. Nightwing pulls up next to him shortly, cuts the engine, and glances up at the dark substance covering the building.
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Ah, right. His shareholders, Batman's unwitting patrons.
Bruce adjusts his tie for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes and stands. Time to tell everyone how grateful they are for their financial support and to get the hell home. He has work waiting, and it's sure as hell not here. Straighten up, jackass. Alfred's watching. Bruce approaches the microphone, one hand in his trouser pocket, a smile growing.
At least on the outside.
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All right. Now, if there isn't any new business, Mr. Wayne will address -
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ExCUUUUUUUUUUUSE me, Mr. Chairman CEO Boss Person! I have new business! I've got heaps and heaps of new business! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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He's heard it in enough nightmares.
"What do you want?" he asks quietly.
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"Get down here. Now."
And the coordinates, and ... oh, dear; he does hope Master Bruce will be all right.
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But this time... there's a plan. Not too many people know about it...
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Freak. Time to have a little chat.
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My boys. That's cute, freak.
One-time offer. You walk now, I make sure it's quick and clean. We both know I'm gonna take you out eventually.
The rest of you can just go your own way. The Society doesn't really give a fuck what you do.
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Ted nods to Bruce, as if to say... Go.
He looks to Harley. "Just stay still, miss. We'll get you to a hospital, but the more you try to move, the more you'll bleed. Stay calm, and still."
She may not even be able to understand him, gasping for air..
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And then he's gone.
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Harley can't really speak at this point as she tries to concentrate on her breathing. Well, what little there is of it. She focuses her eyes on Ted, trying not to look as scared as she really is. After all, she has had medical training so she knows just how serious this is. Her hand comes up to cover his, not really to help with the pressure but a silent thank you.
At least he didn't just leave her to die like Joker did.
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Wearing a new look uniform. Psyching himself up for a sustained amount of lying.
"I'm almost through."
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Remember, man, use that vibration trick thing to cover your voice. Slade knows you, you gotta make sure he doesn't figure it out or you're dead. Remember, they got Zoom, so you can't escape so easy...
You sure you wanna do this, buddy?
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Then, the vibro-trick kicks in on his voice, and it's an octave lower and suitably creepy for the act he's about to pull.
"Ending radio contact now."
His hands sink through the shield, and slowly, he makes his way in...
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Let me guess. Celebrity criminal cage match?
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