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If your reading this you most likely know me IRL.
Basically this is what it says on the tin, to start we will just be claiming character so just post in the thread with the character you wish to claim.
In this particular case we will be using low-mid level people such as Batman and Bane and Constantine.
Unfortunately for you I'm preemptively claiming Constantine as my own.
Bane pls
Okay so I'll start now but Wilson and stuff you guys can still make claims and join in at any time.
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John stepped out of the dank cab, it stank of cigarettes and piss. It was a smell john had became accustomed to, it reminded him of home. John had come to Gotham in search of the Lazarus pits, he owed a dying man a favor to say the least and had been sent to the bloody yanks to fulfill this promise. As he stepped out of the cab he chucked a piece of paper to the cabby, to most it would look like a blank piece of paper but through John's skill at illusion the driver perceived it as a 20 dollar bill, what a fucking moron John thought to himself. John began walking through the gothic streets, a single silk cut hanging from his lower lip. "Shit." He caught himself on a piece of guttering from one of the buildings, a small cut had formed along his arm. His demon blood healed it quickly but he was cut long enough for some of his blood to drip onto the floor. Paying no attention to it John continued down the streets looking for the nearest pub.
Bane had been located in the sewer system for days festering over a new scheme to take vengeance against the Dark knight , in that time he had no interaction with human civilization, this meant he could not obtain his titan stash which was hidden in Gotham's darkest corners making him lash out in violent fits of pure rage with no understanding of judgement , because of this his senses were heightened he could hear the roar of traffic and gunfire from above, but also he could smell a titan like substance which was incredibly close Bane instincts took over and he ran through brick and stone in a matter of minutes as he came closer the smell of cigarettes and whiskey filled his lungs , he found this more putrid then the Bat himself , he was disgusted and delighted at the same time this smell sent Bane in to a uncontrollable rage and scattered thoughts into his twisted mind in what vile way he could obtain this substance.
John strolled down the streets looking at all the people who walked passed him, they looked scared shitless. He supposed that would be natural for people who live in Gotham. John had a flashback to when he met the Batman, he was an arrogant twat to say the least. John walked into a bar called "The Boiling Boris." He sneered at the name before sitting down on one of the crappy bar stools. He heard a voice from across the bar "Oy limey, get out of our bar." John just stared at the overweight man trying to get his attention. "Oy you limey prick don't make me ask you again!" John reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a stick of chalk, he began to draw on one of the coasters. He had created a demonic rune, this was bound to shut the fucker up. John tossed it over to the man who gazed down at the symbol and instantly passed out clutching his head. John just smirked and turned to the barman, "I'll have whatever's on tap." it was then that the whole bar began to shake as if some monstrous force was trying to break free. "Son of a-." John didn't have time to finish his sentence, he had fallen into what he now believed to be the sewers. He felt like shit, he looked like shit and now he smelt like it too. In the distant shadows he saw a muscular figure lurking.
Joker.
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The Joker was standing on the roof of a building opist the Bolilng Boris. He saw the floor collapse under the bar and begain to giggle to him self. 'It seems old Bane has woken up.' He came down from the roof and walk into the bar. 'It's such a same, I fancied a drink,' he shouted down the hole in the bar. A man in a trench coat was ling at the bottom. Joker jumps into the hole. 'I all ways loved this bar, so many memories.' He is know standing over the man, a big smile on his face.
Bane was blinded by a great fury and his conscious was left behind in that damned prison, yet even so he could still see the outline of this man ,Ba he could see the expression of fag man not surprised but most definitely annoyed , Bane's titan coated saliva was just keeping his monstrous form from tearing the tiny ,rag doll of a man apart , now Bane considered ripping this already shattered man in two but he decided the titan was the objective and no puny insect would get in his way for a split second Bane's vision became blurred and the great noises from around him were muffled , his instincts took over all he could hear was the cackling of a man and so, he began to charge without mercy
John began to squint at the shadows seeing the muscled monstrosity that was bane. Keeping his composure he simply brushed the dust off his trenchcoat. It was then that he heard a voice from above, he gazed up out of the hole to see The Joker staring down at him a grimace on his face, "What the fuck are you supposed to be." John gazed into the eyes of the clown, they were empty, nothing but the void, he had seen similar eyes on the demons of hell. It was as John finished his inner monologue that the thunder of Bane's feet was heard. John saw the man rushing towards him. John rolled right at the last second. "Blood hell you've got quite the temper on you. I assure you though I'm not the sort of man you want to be pissing off." John reached into his pockets and pulled out what looked like a small ornate golden flute."Now I reckon you two should be on your way."
'Ooooo He has a shine flute, I love a good dance, Bane will you dance with me?' Joker laughed. 'You lose,' Joker said after a moment of silence. 'So magic man, what brings you to Gotham? Was it to see little old me?' Joker blushes and skips around the sewer. 'Or perhaps it's to see that Lazarus Pit,' seen the look on Johns face, he continues, 'Oh I know all about you mister Constantine.'
Bane like a charging ram , he ran towards the magic man destruction left in his wake brick, concrete no material could not withhold the twisted thoughts Bane had at that moment,his hammer like fist came quickly and ferociously without mercy flinging Constantine through a brick wall into another part of the sewage system,Bane slowly walked through the arch that Constantine had made , Bane had calculated the exact velocity to hit the magic man through it to only break a couple bones he thought to himself 'How he wanted to break then all , he could hear the joker laughing in the background which to Bane then said two sentences both to create fear and to suppress his anger he spoke viciously 'Silence clown' Bane then cleared the rubble and grabbed Constantine by his trench coat collar , Bane then wailed 'Where is it?,where's the titan? in the hope he could perhaps make the magic man's ears bleed.