Gotham Knights (IC) [ Inuyashachick13 x MysT3CH ]

[MysT3CH]

Lower Gotham, 11:45 PM

Everything comes to an end. Love, hate, betrayal. The greed of wealth, the lust of power, the comfort in religion. In the final moment, everyone falls, even the kings of empires and the princes of darkness. In the silence of the tomb, we all get what we deserve.

Relieved by the thought that for him that day was far away, Avis Lancaster let out a sigh. Closing his novel as he rubbed away at his weary eyes. Glancing up he then took stock of the bus on which he travelled, his tired eyes passing over the other four passengers before lowering themselves back to his book. The last snowfall. Avis smirked as he studied the black book's cover, an idle hand running itself along it as it traced the gold and red flowers sewn into it's felt. He then let his mind wonder, continuing his caress as he recalled the story of a spy, a guard and a president's daughter.

Raising a hand as to cover his mouth, he yawned, looking out the window to his right as his mind snapped back to reality. Again his hand reached up, this time making for his left ear. Closing his eyes he scratched it, suppressing a slight groan of pleasure before reopening them. Looking through the glass, the eighteen year old watched as two children, each not much younger than himself, chased one another in the night. Their mother yelling excitedly at them as she looked on. Amused, Avis looked back, straining his neck as a smile lined his face. He mouthed the word "cute".

Before long Lancaster once again found himself lost in a trance, his mind lost from reality as he re-immersed himself in his book. His face shifting from looks of content, intrigue and disgust as he scanned the aged pages of the novel. Absorbing not only the knowledge but also the emotions each of the characters possessed as he did. Pausing, he took a moment to reflect on his life and how the book could connect. The absence of his parents, the constant feeling of neglect, it all granted him a greater feeling of appreciation. Not only for life, but also for the finer things, like his books.

A feminine voice then shot through the bus, resounding across it's hull in echoes as it cried out the address of it's next stop. Taken aback by it's suddenness, Avis raised his head in superfluous haste. Partly frightened by the realization that it was his stop, he slammed his elbow against the horizontal yellow strip just under his window. The bus came to a stop.

Jumping up, he grabbed his black Jansport bag, shoving his book in it before tossing it over one shoulder. Apologetically he nodded at the bus driver, assuming that the elderly woman would be annoyed by his late request to stop. She simply smiled. Stepping off of the buss, Avis reached into his pocket with his left hand. Gripping his bag strap with the other, he unlocked the black iphone and dailed in a quick number. Leaving the intersection, he then made his way down the street. All the while listening to the dial tone as his phone attempted the call.

The line connected. "There's a bar just after the next intersection. Enter it."

There was clear authority behind the voice. As a lethal vector seemed to cling to every word. Each of which seemed to further grow the knot forming within Avis' throat. He swallowed nervously, hands now shaking as he continued to hold up the phone. Without a word, the young teen continued to male his way down the sidewalk, letting his gaze cautiously drift around across his surroundings as he breathed heavily into the phone. It wasn't until he had entered the bar and sat down, that Avis heard the click on the other end of the phone.

There was no warning, no pause. Just the sudden, bone rattling 'boom' as the bar began to explode. Out into the street shot a hail of glass, steel and wood. Within the bar, nothing remained but flame, ash and smoke. All of which quickly spread onto the neighboring buildings' walls, threatening to set them too ablaze.

Perched high a top a building across the street from the bar, Robin John Blake lowered his night-vision binoculars from their spot before his eyes, inwardly grinning as he looked on at the rising bloom of blackened smoke from within the shadows of the moon-lit roof. Taking a knee as to skillfully lean forward over the building's ledge, the man allowed a single ray of light to rest upon the left of his face. Instantly, it was illuminated, allowing the glossy metallic helmet hiding it to come into partial view. Due to It's crimson red coloration, it stood out among the darkness, shining almost as brightly as the ember flames beneath him.

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Undisclosed Location, 5:00 AM


Furious, Blake yanked his arm back. Whipping it forward only to toss the converter within his hand at the television screen before him. Although it easily sailed through the glass and buried itself within the depths of the TV, sending numerous large cracks across the screen, the audio still filtered through.

"...Once again, we are unsure as to who exactly is responsible for the bomb massacre that occurred late last night. Although Gotham PD wont release any information to the press, it is confirmed that all twelve of the unfortunate victims were closely related to various strings of organized crime..." With a swift, yet powerful kick, John sent the TV sliding off of it's stand onto the floor below it. Silence then sweep across the small dark room, allowing each of his breaths to become audible as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. Determined to calm himself down. Still, he was unable to keep himself from muttering as he slowly began to approach a news-clipping covered wall to his rear, studying the pictures of his "victims'" faces as he spoke.

"I bring down an entourage of Gotham's most wanted men, and they name them victims?" He shook his head, reaching for his crimson helm as he moved towards a chain-locked door and grabbed up a single key.

[inuyashachick13]

In a large dark room the only source of light came from a rather large tv that was broadcasting the killings the night before. By the time she had known what happened and got there the police had already tampered with the evidence to much to be any help to herself. Glaring at the tv Alexandria clenched her hand into a fist as she slammed it against the arm of the chair she was sitting in. "Who the bloody hell are you." She stated out loud as she stood up and walked to a bookshelf in the room removing a certian book and opening it pressing a button that shifted the bookcase over as she placed the book back. Walking down the stone stairs that had been revealed she entered the bat cave and headed for the computers.

Sighing she sat down and multiple screens turned on before her giving her information about each of the victims. She was happy people like this had been delt with but she was not happy how they had been delt with. Her father had always taught her that in order to fulfill justice you had to let the courts deal out punishment, they were never to kill the people they caught. Looking over each victim she knew her night would be busy, after all she had to catch this killer before he got to anymore people.

[MysT3CH]

Seated upon his black 2009 Harley Davidson Nightster, Blake barreled down the streets. Slaloming around the numerous cars embodying the traffic of the downtown roads as he made his way uptown. As he absent mindedly shifted the bike's gears back and forth, adjusting his speed with expert level efficiency, John found himself reworking his plan within his head. Shifting his hands quickly as to hard yank on the bike's handlebars, veering the vehicle into a sharp left, he then entered a series of alleys and backstreets on which he remained. Determined not only to cut out the traffic and increase his haste, but also avoid the local authorities as he went on his way. Over the continuous onslaught of noise common to Gotham city, Blake listened as the engine of his Nightster roared into what seemed new life. A hiss-like whistle also escaping it as he continued to wind his way through the narrow alleys and walk-ways.

Overhead, the sky had begun to darken, and it's color faded to a deep gray. Though eerily vast an expanse of clouds slowly moved as to block out the sun's golden rays, there was not yet any sign of neither thunder or rain. Simply a mass of darkness, the likes of which sweep across the entirety of the city like deadly plague. After nearly thirty minutes, Blake finally exited an alley back onto a quiet residential street. A grin lining his face as he recognized the large expensive houses as a sure sign he had made it to the neighborhood of Gotham's elite. Slowing his pace, he slowly continued down the little street, surveying the houses to either side of him until he finally spotted the number for which had had searched. Forty-three. He circled the block, stopping ten houses down as before parking his bike and continuing to watch the house. As the minutes went by, his patience began to wane.

[inuyashachick13]

After looking over files for what seemed like forever Alexandria got frustrated and walked away from the screens. She needed to get away from the house to find a way to relax, that's when it hit her. Best thing about having a rich father ment you slightly got spoiled which made her grin. Heading for the garage she pressed a button on the key fog that started a brandnew black fully tinted Chevy camaro. Getting in she cranked up the music, she loved this car so much and Bruce had a thing with cars so when she asked for this one he gladfully caved into getting it. It seemed like Bruce loved that she picked up his love for cars and the ability to fight, she was his only heir and he felt like everything was in good hands if he could train her to be a CEO of Wayne industries.

Driving around Gotham she stopped infront of the museum and shut her engine off, this was the first place that she had caught someone with her father, it wasn't anyone big but it was teaching her and allowing her abilities as batgirl to grow. She layed her head down on the steering wheel as she watched the building before stepping out of her car. She didn't know why but this was the one building in Gotham that allowed her to clear her head. She walked to the top of the stairs and sat on the ledge as she watched the skies above her deep in thought as her head slowly started to clear.

[MysT3CH]

Hunger. The word seemed to possess John as he trailed a stretched Lincoln Townscar down the busy main streets. It seemed to eat at him, devour him, taunt him, as he remained seated upon his motorcycle. Eyes glued to the vehicle containing the one man within Gotham whom Blake wished to kill the most. Floyd Lawton. A thousand times, had John seen his name appear within the GCPD's files. Still, no matter how many times they had tracked him. He could never be caught. Blake bit his lip, remembering the time when Gotham was so close to being truly free. How foolish had he been? Bane was never right of coarse in seeking the city's death, but his system... The thought brought a smile to Blake's lips.

When the car had finally pulled up near the Gotham Museum, Blake's eyes squinted beneath his helm. What could Lawton, a man who lived only to kill, want within Gotham's Museum? Unless... Again John secretly grinned. Amused by the possibility that he would be assassinating an assassin as he tracked a mark. For him, Justice truly was poetic, an ends by which any means could be found. He cut the engine.

As he watched Lawton exit the vehicle, adorned in a black linen suit and accompanied by what seemed to be a parade of women he could only assume were models. However, John was not one to take any chances. Thus, he waited until both Lawton and his group had already entered the large building before crossing the street and entering himself. His helmet still hiding his face as he gave chase.

[inuyashachick13]

When Gisele seen someone follow another man I to the museum wearing a helmet she felt like something was off about the situation. That was when she noticed that the first guu that went in was a possible target for the same guy who killed multiple people the night before. She hopped off the ledge and ran into her car as the seat laid itself down and started to outfit her, as this was going on the car drove itself into an ally way and the cloaking device activated. Getting out of the car she ran up the stairs and hid within the shadows insidd the museum as she watched the man in the helmet. She had managed to climb herself onto a ledge in the darkest corner of the museum using her grapling hook. Her eyes remained on both men waiting for something to happen. In the back of her head she repeated the teachings that Bruce gave her and she tried to never forget them and number one was never kill.