Children of Gotham

[DrNyx]

Gotham City: a breeding ground for evil and injustice. The corruption of Gotham City has long produced more and more violent and disturbed individuals, which in turn just fed its growing corruption. One such disturbed individual created by the violence of Gotham, however, was Bruce Wayne, who turned around and fought the corruption of the evil city as Batman.

The Caped Crusader's war against evil went on for almost two decades, and while he did much to keep the mob bosses and madmen from ruling the city, they were never truly rid of Gotham's corruption. Every citizen of Gotham lived in fear that if they were in the wrong place at the wrong time they might fall victim to the sinister plots of the Joker, Victor Zzazz, the Scarecrow, or other such lunatics. The police who fought injustice alongside Batman feared that perhaps one of their own commrades was under the payroll of some major mob-boss, and so more disturbed souls grew up in the city despite Batman's efforts.

Then came a day that many said was the darkest in Gotham's history, Batman was brutally murdered publically by Hugo Strange's thugs, and discovered to be none other than Bruce Wayne. With Batman out of the picture, crime in Gotham Sky-Rocketed, and the city was plunged into anarchy.

A few days ago, however, several citizens of the darkest city on Earth received anonymous letters from someone calling them to fill the Batman's shoes, "I call you forth to become a Caped Crusader, as Bruce Wayne was in times past. Meet me at the old clocktower on the fourth of March. There we will discuss your destiny."

[Razael]

(Alright! First post!)

The fog was heavy in the night adding o the cities already moody atmosphere a feeling that all in the city new yet on the death of one who was loved and despised that atmosphere blanketed all of Gotham and no matter how bad the crime rate got it was this heavy fog that held the citizens in such a stupor for it was as if the caped crusaders spirit still cared for his city even in death.

"Hmmm this is not unlike London." A man made his way along the narrow alleys for this is were he felt most at home "A strange place this Gotham even for a man who would be considered strange." He twirled his cane back and forth whistling to aloud as he though to himself "Even stranger still is that letter, how could it have reached my person? I have barely spoken to a soul in this city..........And why is it always a clocktower that strange meetings take place?" Whatever awaited him was for fate to decide as he headed for his "Appointment."

[Ginger20037]

Susan had been, not only excited but also a little frightened, when she'd gotten her letter. She wasn't even sure how it had gotten around her mother, or even if she'd gotten one at all, or if anyone else had gotten one. "What do I even wear?" She asked herself wondering if she needed to go as a civilian or if she needed to be in costume. After some personal debate she decided to wear the costume, though she had to sneak it out under her regular clothes in case she was caught by her mother,anyone else and they wouldn't know who she was. It only took moments to slink out of the house and through the shadows, her father had taught her as much, and she did so flawlessly until she reached the next ally and quickly stripped her regular clothes, revealing that of her costume, and slipped her mask and utility belt on before taking to the roofs and heading to the clock tower. Her mind was reeling from what the meeting could mean for her, though thoughts of it being a trap did go through her mind more then once.

[Mattmanganon]

Castello sat in a meditative state in his appartment, he was at peace with the universe, then the distinctive clang of the mail-slot and the pat of a letter falling onto his Welcome mat. he got up and walked over to the door, picking up the letter, he expected it to be an invitation to a dig somewhere, he didn't mind. instead he found a letter inviting him to the Clocktower, to be a Caped Crusader, like Batman before him. "Damn..." the only people that knew who or what he was were members of the League, and they were still after him. Well, they knew where he lived now, so no point in not showing up, he walked over to his dresser and pulled off his tee-shirt and jeans, putting them in it, he then closed the door. he drew an outline of the Bat with his finger and opened it again, this time, all there was was his costume. he pulled on the skin-tight outfit and pulled hood over his head before walking over to the plaque on his wall where the Atlantean Trident hung, he pulled it off the wall and looked it up and down. he walked over to the window and opened it. jumping out, he quickly cast a flight spell that would take him to where he was going.

he landed at the Clocktower and stood in front of the bright light that showed everyone the time. "Ra's... I know you sent that letter, at least have the common decency to look me in the eye before your have me killed." he said. he took the trident off of his back and dropped it, instead of plummeting to the ground, it simply floated lazily about a foot above the ground in an upright position. "I am now unarmed." he lied, but of course, Ra's wouldn't be able to see the Dagger he had on him, only people with an affinity for Magic could see it, and that was a quality that Ra's didn't possess... or at least, not to his knowledge.

[DrNyx]

As the three of them approached the clocktower a short figure, obviously not Ra's al Ghul, walked out from the double doors. The shape seemed obviously male, but was much shorter and skinnier than Ra's was. He was clothed in a black suit and white tie, and wore a mask over his face, the kind of mask they used to force those about to be executed to wear, where it looks like simply a round bag made of cloth. Somehow, though, he could see through the fabric. In a distorted voice he said, "Come on in. Let us not discuss business where everyone can see us."

[Ginger20037]

Susan had made it to the clock tower just ahead of the others but kept herself more or less concealed in the nearby shadows. She took in the mans figure and his attire when he stepped from the double doors and thought his head wear was odd to say the least. "How did you find us?" She couldn't help but ask after taking in the others that showed, she still wasn't sure this wasn't a trap. She was reluctant to fallow the man inside and would only do so if the others went first, that way she'd have an idea what she was walking into.

[DrNyx]

"With all of the things Bruce Wayne was able to do with his wealth it's surprising that anyone would question how they could be found...ever..." the stranger said, "I have a vast fortune myself, and access to information. But as I said, let us not discuss business here. If it would make you feel more secure about entering this clocktower you may use me as a human shield or hostage on your way in, but I must ask you to promise not to remove my mask."

[Mattmanganon]

"I have many magical barriers protecting my house, no amount of money could change that. How did you get past my barriers, when people with eyes and ears everywhere have thus far failed?" he asked.

[Ginger20037]

'Bruce wouldn't have taken a hostage, so why should I?' Susan questioned herself remembering what both Nightwing and her mother had told her about him. "I have no need to take a hostage, or human shield, of any kind Mr...." She paused looking for some sort of code name from the man, already knowing he wouldn't give up his actual name. She felt more inclined to go into the clocktower since he'd offered himself up as he had.

[Razael]

(Sorry everyone I am late on the draw!)

Jack decided he should enter, according to what he saw and the minute information the letter provided their was currently three others in the tower and should any of them become hostel he would have allies perhaps. With his medical bag in hand he straightened his hat and slowly if not dramatically opened the door. He cleared his throat "I hope I am not to late......It seems I have a(n) appointment with an unknown benefactor." He surveyed the room with disapproving and almost a paranoid gaze. One of them was strong in the ways of magic Jack himself had a slim bit of knowledge of the arts for in the time he was born in, much of the occult was whispered in the alley ways and the catacombs.