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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 22:53:00 GMT
Amanda WallerFinally! Sorry that took so long and I hope it's all okay~ just hit me up if you want anything different. August 13th – 11:52pmShe thought that she could protect him, protect the pathetic excuse of a human who had no concerns about ruining the lives of countless innocent people. And this was the problem of those that still affiliated themselves with the Batman. They claimed they were doing good but how, how was letting men like this exist beneficial to anyone? What was worse that he had once been one of them, begrudgingly of course there had always been a bit of a fight over getting his moral compass to align with the dark knights but at least know he had his freedom. Now he could treat them like they truly deserved. It had been easy, really. Anton had been carted off to the police, they were then going to transfer him. It was amazing what you could do with a stolen GCPD uniform in this city and the wannabe drug lord was in his hands. He hadn’t been very compliant when he first came around, who would be, but it didn’t take long for him to recognise the man who had been attempting to kill him just the night before. Not that Jason was hard to recognise, there weren’t exactly many people running around Gotham sporting a polished red helmet after all. A punch here, a whack there, a knife in the wound he had made the night before and a gun to his head and Jason was able to get just the information he needed. He wasn’t expecting a name and zip code of the man dealing to this lowlife, in fact he highly doubted that someone like Capelli would even have that but he managed to obtain his point of contact. His way of contacting the mysterious man in question who he already knew for a fact would be looking for a new way of getting his drug on the streets of Gotham. It was quite cute really, he really thought Jason was going to spare him for handing over the information, he could see it in his eyes. How wrong he was. It hadn’t exactly been easy carting the body from the warehouse he had used for his interrogation, a dead weight could be very inconsiderate like that; it was just more awkward than anything and he was quite thankful that passersby were hardly common at this time of night at the docks. Still he persevered and soon Jason had the body secured. With rope tying ankles together the body of the late Anton Capelli was suspended from a lamp post not far from where he had run into none other than Batgirl the previous night, the thwarter of his original plans. It wasn’t how he had intended to run in to Barbara for the first time since his return, and he wasn’t exactly thrilled about how it had all turned out especially since she was one of the last people Jason wanted to go head to head with, but still it wouldn’t stop him sending her a message. He now had a number to call, a drug dealer to try and get into contact with, but before his grapple had him dragging up to the more secluded and saver area of the rooftops Jason pinned his last note to the vigilante on the chest of the suspended body. Not like the gun shot through the front of his head wasn’t enough. You can’t protect them forever, BG.
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Post by Amanda Waller on Oct 16, 2014 21:01:06 GMT
The events of last night had been replaying over and over in Barbara’s mind. When she took Anton to the police station, they were there. When she escorted him to his cell, they were there. Even as she told the officers that he was to be in protective custody until he was transferred, they were there. The thoughts were in her mind when she returned home and showered, as she lay in bed and they were even in her dreams. Something was off about this new player in town and she did not like what conclusions her mind was coming too.
Of course, everything she had thought of had been ridiculous and couldn’t possibly be true but it was the way he talked to her; like her knew her and that struck a nerve deep in her core. Barbara tried to explain it all away at it just being the timing, the week had been tough on all of them and maybe she was just trying to grasp at things that weren’t there as a way to help herself cope with the loss. Yeah, that had to be it.
That didn’t make the thoughts easier to get rid of thou and Barbara spent all of the next day in this weird kind of daze. She went to work, meet her dad and did everything she was supposed to and when she returned home that night Barbara opened her laptop, made some tea, settled in on her couch and tried to do something that would help relax her mind. As she typed up some code for a new program she had been working on she absently reached over and turned on the police scanner on the small table next to the arm rest, it helped her think oddly enough. Spending so much time with it on it had become routine and she would idly listen to the scanner while she worked and if anything important came up then it would be time to suit up.
For a good while nothing of too much importance came across the scanner, small little robberies and muggings but that was a ordinary night for Gotham and the police could handle that, she needed a break. Barbara kept at her code, the repetitiveness of the key strokes were soothing and her mind began to wander until a name came across the scanner and she stopped.
”Anton Capelli ‘
Barbara didn’t really hear the rest as she was up on her feet and rushing for her uniform. The scanner said something about how he never made it to the prison and that he was missing. This only meant one thing. The Red Helmet had told her that she couldn’t protect him, he had promised her that this wasn’t over and now Capelli was missing. As soon as she was suited up Barbara was out her window and down the fire escape to the motorcycle that was hidden within what looked like to be a dumpster. Putting in the code the metal side of the ‘dumpster’ slid open and revealed her batcycle and her helmet. Barbara got on the bike and started it up and pulled on her helmet before she was off. Something told her that this was going to be easy to find him, this guy seemed like the type that liked to send messages and she didn’t think she was going to have to look very far to find it.
The motorcycle zoomed through the streets of Gotham toward the dock she had been the night before but this time she was going to come prepared for a fight. With a press of a button Barbara activated her communicator inside the helmet and called a frequency.
’Tim, its Barbara. I have a situation and I’m going to need backup.’
She gave him her destination and told him to come prepared. She didn’t like the idea of involving Tim in this but she was going to need the help with this guy and with Batman and Nightwing in their own little funk right now Tim was her best bet, he wouldn’t be emotionally compromised like the others would, not really anyway.
It didn’t take long for her to reach the docks and when she did Batgirl dismounted her bike and scanned the area around her, there was no movement but that didn’t mean anything. Cautiously she started toward the area they had fought last night. The closer she got the more a figure stated to come into view and it didn’t take long for her to recognize the hanging corpse of Anton Capelli with a note taped to him. Barbara reached out and took the note and balled it in her fist, this guy was going to pay, he had made good on his promise now it was time for her to make good on one of her own. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 15:07:06 GMT
It had been a rather dreary week within the Wayne household. Everyone appeared to be down in the dumps, a rather cold place to be – colder than usual. Bruce had been locked away within the Bat Cave, busying himself with whatever projects he could get a hold of, tinkering with gadgets. Barely a word had been spoken all week; there was an eerie silence about the place. Normally, Tim would ask a lot of questions; try to work out what’s wrong. But, he didn’t, whatever it was that put everyone in a rather depressing mood, Tim didn’t dare ask. He continued as usual, as usual as can be anyway.
Tim was within the Bat Cave when the transmission from Barbara came in, requesting back-up. She was lucky, fortunate really. As only twenty or so minutes ago, Batman was the more likely one to get into contact with, and he’s not in the best mood. Tim had managed to talk Bruce out of the Bat Cave, he hadn’t slept well for a few days and really, he needed rest. But Tim overtook the Bat Cave post, assuring Bruce that he would inform him of any trouble that occurs – fat chance. With the conversation over, Tim ended his comms link on the Bat Computer and shuffled backwards in his chair, before standing up to go get ready. But Tim wasn’t alone, Alfred had come to see how he was doing, overhearing the end of the conversation. Tim was unaware, caught off-guard slightly as Alfred spoke in his usual soft tone. “Going out, Master Tim?”. There was never any point in lying to Alfred. Pushing the chair back into place, Tim walked round and over towards Alfred with a smile on his face. Perhaps the only Bat-Family member to smile as of yet, but he had reason to. Getting out of the cave, away from the Manor for a short while was like a breath of fresh air. “Barbara needs back-up is all”. A request that sounded so simple, yet never was.
“Should I infor-“. Tim cut Alfred off, though his intention wasn’t to be rude. “NO, I mean, no. Sorry to interrupt, Alfred. But Bruce is probably best left to rest right now. I’m sure Barbara and myself can handle things”. There really was no need to get Bruce involved, and in his current state, he was perhaps more of a danger to the criminals of Gotham than usual. Still, his head wasn’t in the right place – according to Doctor Tim, anyway. “No need to apologize, I agree. But be careful out there, Master Tim, Barbara as well”. Alfred said, a smile spreading across his face before turning to return from where he came, off to see whether anyone needed him.
“Of course”. Tim would then move to get ready, to equip his Robin attire and grab his own utility belt. The only thing left that he was unsure of, was transportation. Normally he would ride with Batman in the Batmobile. But, that wasn’t at all possible as this given moment, and he wasn’t too sure how Bruce would react to him joy-riding in it either - best to stick with the classic; a Batcycle. Once Tim had changed into his Robin gear, and was ready to depart. He left riding a Batcycle, heading towards the destination given to him by Barbara.
It took a few minutes for Tim to arrive on the scene. The streets were a lot quitter during the night, it made getting around so much easier; especially when you know a few shortcuts. Arriving in the area, Tim’s cycle came to a stop beside Barbara’s. He kicked the kickstand up, dismounting from the bike and removed his helmet, placing it on the seat. And now it was time to get serious.
It didn’t take long to spot Barbara, not far away off in the distance. Tim walked over, and as he got closer he got a better look of the scene. A man, dead, hung up – sadly, this was nothing to be surprised by in Gotham. Tim arrived, stood beside Barbara, looking over the dead man; a sigh, this was an all too common scene. “Anton Capelli. A shame, there were a lot of people he wronged, a lot who would’ve liked to have seen him stand trial – guess he got the easy route out of that”. Death was the cowards way out from facing justice, and Anton was a coward.
“Any idea who it is we’re dealing with? A rival crime-lord? A disgruntled employee? …”. It was somewhat of a habit Tim had, asking a lot of questions. These were just general assumptions for the time being. Tim stepped a few steps closer towards the body, inspecting it more closely. There was no need to touch, as one could see from a glance the damage that had been done to Anton. The gunshot wound on his forehead disclosed how he died, but there appeared to be other bruising as well. Perhaps he was tortured, or at least made to suffer – all of which points towards the work of a hired gun. “…or a hitman?”.
“You alright, Barb’?”. Tim said, looking back towards Barbara. She seemed angry, or put on edge by something – doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. Tim wouldn't normally speak so casually out in the field, but they were alone, as far as he could tell at least. |
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Post by Amanda Waller on Oct 18, 2014 6:09:07 GMT
Tim asked if she was alright and Barbara did not answer right away. Why did it always seem that the crooks, thugs and other like minded people always had ways around the law. Anton had been in jail she had taken him there personally, had made sure he had been locked away nice and tight after doing her interrogation. No one was supposed to be able to get him and yet here he was. Sometimes this all felt like a futile effort...but that was just the anger talking. "I will be, once we get this guy." Barbara took one last look at the man dangling from the lamppost before turning to face Tim, unclenching the note in her hand and smoothing it out.
Some new player came into town, not sure who he is affiliated with but I had a run in with him last night. As she spoke Batgirl activated the holographic computer on her gauntlet and scanned the note for any fingerprints. She knew it would be a worthless endeavor but she still had to cover all her basis. He's well trained and he is out for blood. I had Capelli locked up, made sure he was put into solitary but this guy somehow got to him before he could be moved to Blackgate. Barbara would put her money on someone that had been hurt in some way or another by this particular drug that had been the point of last night but she didn't want to make any conclusions just yet, not until she knew more about the man in the red helmet.
When nothing came back on the letter Batgirl turned the scanner to Antons body, looking for any obvious clues. Capelli had been set to make a large drug buy last night. New synthetic drug has been hitting the streets, this guy was there to stop that I think. He seems to think he's a vigilante but he isn't afraid to kill. She was just thinking out loud but that seemed to be the case. Whoever he is he needs to be stopped and fast or we are going to have a lot more bodies on our hands. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 19:51:51 GMT
Detective Tim, reporting for duty.
It appeared as though they weren’t dealing with the common crook that can be found around any street in Gotham. From the sounds of it, they were dealing with a well skilled individual, and one without a care for killing others – a dangerous combination. If you couple that with the fact that this guy is an unknown; the enemy you don’t know always carries more of a threat. “So, he could very well be a rival of Capelli, looking to supply the drug to Gotham himself. Perhaps he holds a standing vendetta against dealers, or the mob… or maybe even someone who kills for fun”. All of them distinct possibilities, a motive was something still something proving troublesome to find.
Even so, it was mighty impressive how this killer could have intercepted Capelli’s transfer to Blackgate. That would require some effort on his part, made easier if determined. But Capelli did spend time in police custody, which meant he may have talked. “As Capelli was in police custody, do you know if he said anything? About another exchange? Now that Capelli is gone, another exchange is going to happen – whoever is dispensing the drug won’t be put off Gotham by Capelli’s death. Find the drug deal, find the killer”. That sounded a lot better in Tim’s head. He was going by the assumption that the killer would strike if another deal occurred. Meaning they could find him, easily – but they’d need to figure out where an exchange would take place to begin with. Tim had a smile plastered across his face as he came up with that idea. But that soon disappeared as he backed away several more steps from the body to get a better view of the scene. Then common sense clicked in, and Tim’s smile retreated with a sigh taking its place. It’s always the simple stuff that goes unnoticed.
“…or, we look for tracks; footprints, a blood trail”. This killer was believed to be good, but how good? Nobody of normal talents would be able to completely cover their tracks when hanging up a bloodied and bruised body. Footprints would be left, spatters of blood, a trail from the body being dragged. Tim knelt down on one knee, his eyes squinted slightly as he browsed the ground around him, looking for a clue, anything. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 22:42:58 GMT
Amanda Waller & @robin sorry for the delay there guys C: GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS~ It was a matter of time until somebody appeared and Jason already knew he was going to be first on the scene he had so nicely set up for them. While he waited for Batgirl to show up Jason was able to get on with some other not unrelated work. Pulling a telephone from one of the inner pockets of his leather jacket, the device that had previously belonged to the late Anton Capelli was now at the mercy of the red hood as calls were soon flying until he finally got to the one he wanted; drug dealers really could be a pain to get a hold of. ”Hey, you can tell Capelli after last night I don’t want none of his people ca—“ The voice that answered the call was clearly agitated after the incidents that had occurred the previous night, their evening of negotiating and doing the trade having been spectacularly ruined by the appearance of Batgirl initially. Jason however wasn’t too polite to stop him in his tracks however, they didn’t have to worry about Anton’s failed attempts. ”Mr Capelli won’t be bothering you anymore, but I might be able to offer you something.” Money he never intended to spend, promises he never intended to keep, it was all that the man wanted to hear to stop him from hanging up there and then to the ominous stranger that had called him. Standing on the edge of the building, feet pacing across the ledge with a practised balance Jason continue to spew his lies about how much better he would be for this guys distribution of his lethal drug, eyes occasionally glancing out towards the docks seeking out the vigilante he knew would be on her way. It wasn’t long until the familiar redhead appeared, her arrival on the scene causing a sly little smile to curve his lips as he continued to speak to the man on the end of the phone, attempting to arrange a time and place to meet. Apparently the dock was no longer a convenience. Stupid man, did he not realise that there was nowhere he could go that would be safe? Obviously not, he was after all walking straight into his plans little did he know. With his gaze tracking Barbara on the ground below him, what had been lighthearted plotting soon shifted with the appearance of another on the scene. Fingers gripped the phone tightly as Jason had to restrain himself from launching it, trying to keep his voice calm as he finalised a location for the next evening to meet this mystery man with his deadly drug he was still set on getting onto the streets of Gotham. Why him? Like a hawk he refused to take his eyes off his replacement, he could feel the anger bubbling inside him. He knew who he was, he thought he had felt strongly when he was first informed that someone had taken up the Robin title after him but actually seeing him? And out on the field working with batgirl the same way he used to? Trying to suss out the scene he had left? Rage didn’t begin to describe his feelings. For as much as he wanted to go down there and just put his fist straight through the younger boys face he knew other ways that he could make things difficult. He had some other people to deal with after all, the trussed up ex-wannabe drug lords lackeys for example so why not just invite them to the party. They would after all be curious about where there boss was following his publicised disappearance. Deciding this was definitely the best course of action the phone was soon put back into use, dropping a call from their bosses number just to notify them of where they could find Anton. Before he had even hungup he could hear people in the background rushing to get there hoping to find the man who paid them. It wouldn’t be long until they were descending on Batgirl and Robin, contaminating the Red Hood’s public service ‘crime scene’ and whatnot. And what would it hurt if he just so happened to drop down to take a few of them out if they were in excess? CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE |
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