The Bat [IC - The Bat]   Posted by Gotham.Group: 0
The Bat
 Vengeance Incarnate, 12 posts
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Fri 5 May 2017
at 21:23
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
The unfortunate Mister Discipio was not a man who would respond well to torture. It hardly seemed to matter, though, the Bat was no sadist. He took no pleasure but that of a task done well in spiking the man into the ground at his feet. He turned, fluid and furious, to pursue his prey. Running from the Bat was always unwise. Besides the futility of such efforts, it only served to make the monster all the more furious. He caught up to the slower of the two men, grabbing the man by the back of the neck to yank him backwards


Rearranged it a bit, forgot to roll Toughness for Mike Discipio being slammed into the ground. That's the 22:10 one. The most recent Toughness check is if the Bat gets to slam the guy he caught up with. Don't know if that sets off a Takedown chain, though.

22:22, Today: The Bat rolled 19 using 1d20+3.  Thug Toughness check DC 22.

22:08, Today: The Bat rolled 16 using 1d20+3.  Thug Grab Resistance DC 22.

22:06, Today: The Bat rolled 23 using 1d20+3.  Thug Toughness check DC 27.

22:06, Today: The Bat rolled 39 using 1d20+20.  Close Attack.

22:06, Today: The Bat rolled 22 using 1d20+17.  Athletics to Run.

22:10, Today: The Bat rolled 20 using 1d20+3.  Thug Toughness check DC 22.

22:05, Today: The Bat rolled 19 using 1d20+3.  Thug Toughness check DC 22.

Editor
 GM, 100 posts
Fri 5 May 2017
at 22:24
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
[[So you take your Standard action to spike Discipio. Takedown states that the attacks must be made using the same bonus and effect rank, but 'inflicting STR' damage has no attack bonus, so I'd say it doesn't count for these purposes. However, I will allow you, in this instance, to say that you in fact attacked Discipio normally, since it's impossible for you to miss. You move 60ft to reach Slowpoke, and crit him, knocking him out. You have 0 movement left, and so you can't attack the Fast guy this turn. Remember that as minions, you can attack them with Routine Checks (ie. assume you rolled a 10, making your attack check 30, enough to hit them easily)]]
The Bat
 Vengeance Incarnate, 13 posts
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Fri 5 May 2017
at 22:31
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
[I was going by the Strength Power Profile which says that it's a free action to just throw an enemy and a standard action to throw him at a specific target. Either way he takes Strength rank damage. I took that to mean that there was some sort of control over general direction, which means that throwing an enemy at the ground or the wall is a viable tactic.]
Thugs
Sun 7 May 2017
at 19:45
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
The last man reached the supposed safety of the lamp-lit docks, but his companion wasn't so lucky. The Bat smashed him against the ground and the man went limp. The others were within a few seconds' reach, but he could see the men on the boat scrambling to cast off.

He saw Alfred's face passing through the shadows a moment before he consciously registered the click of his commlink.

"Sir, I hate to interrupt, but I have a few leads you may want to pursue. May I ask the status of your current task?"
The Bat
 Vengeance Incarnate, 15 posts
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Mon 8 May 2017
at 17:46
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
Clumsy. He should have contained them better. Should have maintained control. A mistake he would not be able to stand to make in future. Every mistake cost lives. It was inevitable. "Nearly finished. Smuggling operation." The voice wasn't an act, it wasn't even conscious. It was just what came out. It was a deep, bassy voice, darkly resonant with dominance and subtly snarling menace. The sort of voice that was felt as much in the spine as the ears.

The hiss of the rappel line gave him a boost of speed, hurled ahead to a support beam. It launched his body forwards, the suit tensing in a mirror of his own muscles. Detaching at the last moment, he caught his momentum in a forward run, his long stride taking him from the end of the dock and into the boat. A perfect kinetic chain brought his body snapping around to deliver his fist in a strike to the man's solar plexus. With no less grace but far less elegance he grabbed the other man by the wrist and yanked into a jaw-cracking elbow.

There was no pleasure to be taken from the job. Not there and then. Never any time for pity or congratulations from anyone, least of all himself. Pride was a perilous path. A subtle motion of his pupils activated the scanners in his blank white eyes as he approached the stricken van and its cargo. He took a good look, using a talon to slit open one of the boxes.
The Boat
Wed 10 May 2017
at 07:49
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
Heroin. Pounds and pounds of it. The crates were stocked full. Judging from the evidence, it seemed Maroni was attempting to regain his footing in the market by increasing his product.

"Sir, the police have been alerted to gunfire in your vicinity. You have approximately ten minutes before they arrive. While I have you, the police are also on their way to a murder scene that matches two others committed in the past month. They've assigned Nashton and his new partner to it, but you should be able to beat them to the scene if you hurry."
The Bat
 Vengeance Incarnate, 16 posts
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Wed 10 May 2017
at 16:43
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
Gotham made déjà vu a constant. Not just for the Bat. The police, whenever they came to the anonymous phone call placed by the computer, would find a group of injured men, a single parcel of drugs and the remainder of the shipment turned into a bonfire. No sense in waiting for a corrupt cop to sell the evidence back onto the street.

He tuned directly into the police band as soon as the powder and packaging began to crackle and burn. He'd taken samples of the shipment for future analysis. Already he was flying again, the nights seemed to be so long and yet there was never any stillness. What are the details of the previous two killings? The database of crimes in Gotham was extensive and ever growing. It wasn't enough to mention a date, rarely even a time of day, to reference a given murder.
Alfred Pennyworth
 Aide-de-camp, 4 posts
Thu 11 May 2017
at 23:42
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
There was a brief pause in the communication as Alfred toggled a tab on the computer.

"This would be the third case with the same modus operandi, so I imagine the papers will be getting hold of it soon enough. The first one was three weeks ago, in an alley outside the Iceberg Lounge. Victim had their throat cut, and was posed in the position of leaning against the wall. Opposite the victim was a vertical line smeared in the victim's blood. Assessment on the scene was that the murderer had wiped his hand off, but no prints were found.

"The second case was last week, with the victim found in a park by the West Side. Throat slashed, found in a casual sitting position, and another bloodstain on the path, this time two vertical lines. The report was filed by Edward Nashton, and he entertains the possibility of a connection, but says it would be, quote, 'imprudent to state so with any degree of certainty at this time', endquote. The call for this one came from a residential apartment building. The caller mentioned blood on the walls, like claw marks, apparently, and was upset because she didn't realize he was dead for a few minutes, it seems. Sgt Nashton apparently agrees, as he immediately responded."

There were a few beats.

"First responders arrive in five, sir. You should have shortly before them, if you're interested in having a moment with the scene."
The Bat
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Fri 12 May 2017
at 17:02
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
He dove towards a fire escape, landing on the railing in a crouch. He studied the window for signs of previous entry before expertly opening it and slipping through. The connections were already forming in his mind. Like his official counterparts he was unwilling to ever state anything with certainty unless he had sufficient evidence. It was simply the case that he needed far less obvious evidence. The Bat only had to satisfy his own standards of evidence, which were stringent. He saw patterns everywhere, was able to follow a dozen dozen different lines of possibility.

It didn't take a mind like his to consider that the next number in the series would look a lot like claw marks. Three or four, it was possible, though unlikely, that number three had gone undiscovered. The killer clearly had a yearning to show off his work. An artistic temperament, perhaps. Entirely possible to consider that the dead had been staged in a life-like pose in an attempt to deny the murder had taken place but the presence of the marks indicated a tendency to showmanship.

He peered around, taking it in. "Has Oracle found any past crimes with similar traits?" It was Alfred who had named the computer that the young master had painstakingly constructed deep in the caverns. It was one of the few naming suggestions that didn't have a touch of mockery to it.
Alfred Pennyworth
 Aide-de-camp, 5 posts
Sun 14 May 2017
at 06:37
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
The Bat could hear the ticking of Alfred on the keyboard.

"Still compiling, sir, but nothing as an exact match, just yet. I'll compare the various individual components when it's finished. I must say I hope I don't find anything."

[[OOC: I need an Investigation Check.]]
The Bat
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Sun 14 May 2017
at 12:46
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
"We will find something. The previous two crimes are too intricate a ritual That's not spontaneous. Whoever I'm after had to work their way up to this." Those who believed in abrupt changes of mood were usually quite wrong. There were the outliers, neurological difficulties but that was rarely the case. What really happened was that the gates holding the darkness back had broken open. There were always signs, once he knew where to look.

13:45, Today: The Bat rolled 26 using 1d20+20.  Investigation.

Sorry, I've been kind of out of it lately, hit with exams.

This message was last edited by the player at 19:21, Mon 15 May 2017.

Crime Scene
Tue 16 May 2017
at 01:43
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
The individual pieces were largely as Alfred had indicated. The action almost played itself out in The Bat's vision.

Slash to the throat. Left handed, front-hand. So he was strong, accurate. Only a single strike, opened the right-side carotid as well as the trachea. Angle of incidence indicated either a shorter attacker or an angled grip. Blood soaked through shirt, but not on the coat he was wearing, meaning it was probably placed there by the attacker.

It took the bat a moment to gather all this, as the victim, a Latino man in his mid 40s, was seated at the round kitchen table, his head leaning on one hand, his gaze directed at the table itself, and an bottle of beer in the other hand, half-drunk and warm.

The surface of the table itself had four vertical lines drawn in blood, now dried, above a foot long each.

The scene showed no sign of struggle, but had obviously been posed and later disturbed by the other occupant of the apartment, whom he could hear outside the front door, possibly pacing.

The sound of sirens came closer to the street.

[[OOC: You got 3 degrees, so apart from what I jut said, you pretty much found and properly analyzed any clues you wanted to. So if you want to collect anything or ask me anything, you can. Just know that trying to pull prints or collect dna might be noticed by the next people on the scene.]]
The Bat
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Tue 16 May 2017
at 19:11
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
There wouldn't be any fingerprints. The killer wasn't seeking to be caught. He wasn't showing off for anyone. Not looking for attention. At least not the attention of the ordinary people. His cowl started recording, though he was already etching the scene into his memory. "Find me all that you can on this victim. Send me the profiles for all three. There's one we're missing." The tally mark on the wall held his attention for a moment. Even before he looked he knew that there would be no viable prints or DNA in the markings. Gloves or rigorous crime-scene control.

That led him to looking for any trace of blood evidence. He calculated the direction, spread, duration and intensity of the blood flow from a look at the wound, considered the angle and the man's height to narrow down possibilities. Efficiency was his watchword. Time wasted meant lives lost. While doing so he considered the killer's most likely forms of ingress and egress. The killer saw people as just things but that was the same for all killers. It was what they did with their raw materials the offered insight into their broken minds.

[OOC: More comprehensively:
He's photographing/video-recording the crime via his cowl lenses. Just for future reference, even with the eidetic memory. He examined the wound and had a quick look at the body for anything unusual. He'll read the pathologist's report later and have a quick look at the body himself in the morgue, to look for things like ligature or needle marks.

He'd be checking for any signs of how someone got in. That the man opened the door to his killer was entirely possible but he'd look for places where a window might be easily prised open or a lock picked. He'll expect the killer to have taken a great deal of precaution so he's not going to be expecting to find hairs, fingerprints or DNA samples. He is looking for any blood spatter or other hints towards where the actual point of a kill took place. If blood was cleaned up he would possibly notice depending on the method involved, which would tell him something in itself.

He'd be memorising a lot of details. Faces in photographs. Things like prescriptions, books and paintings. Scan quickly through any mail left out.]

This message was last edited by the player at 22:02, Tue 16 May 2017.

Editor
 GM, 117 posts
Fri 19 May 2017
at 08:36
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
His scan revealed a few probable locations for the initial assault, but no concrete evidence. Which meant that it was either hidden beyond his eyes, or was outside of the apartment proper. The wife was out in the hallway, closing off that area to the Bat. It was likely that the evidence of the attack might be found out there.

Alfred informed him via commlink that the police were in the building. He had little time.

"If you are interested in the officers' assessment, sir, perhaps you should find a less obtrusive vantage point," Alfred offered in a deadpan.


[[OOC: Nashton and Gordon are on the landing, talking to Mrs. Victim. You can stick around and see what they do or you can bounce and we can jump ahead]]
The Bat
 Vengeance Incarnate, 20 posts
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Sat 20 May 2017
at 16:02
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
Time was quite relative. He didn't have inhuman celerity so he relied on efficiency. He'd known his exit routes as soon as he was in. The window was opened, his form moving fluidly through the gap to perch on the sill. He dropped the window swiftly, stopping just at the final hairsbreadth to lower it quietly into place.

He left a microphone patch, a small biodegradable printed circuit in a gel sticker. Rather than waiting around, he leapt into the air, gliding across the street to climb his way up the side of the nearest building. It wasn't long before he was in the air once more, sweeping on to the next part of the unending pursuit.

[Figured planting a mike to hear the conversation was the best way of not wasting time.]
Alfred Pennyworth
 Aide-de-camp, 6 posts
Tue 23 May 2017
at 04:18
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
The rest of the night had been busy but uneventful. A dozen muggings, two B&Es, and a gangland assassination, all foiled the appearance of the Bat. The microphone recorded, transmitted, and Alfred prepared it for him.

The dawn was breaking when the Bat returned to his Cave.

[ooc: back to the batcave. Oppurtunity to describe it or how you access it, and your routine for 'end-of-shift']
The Bat
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Wed 24 May 2017
at 18:28
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
There were a few openings to the network of caves that the Bat called home. His return route took him through the underwater entrance, swimming through the maze of caverns with practiced ease. He knew his way intimately through the subterranean labyrinth, all the dead ends and sudden drops, the deceptively narrowing passages and the tricky slopes. Since his return to Gotham the caverns had become all the more perilous, set with an array of sensors and security devices. There were hundreds of drones hiding among the thousands of bats that made the caves their home.

In his sanctum, deep below the manor, he removed the suit for cleaning and recharging in its pod, using a cold shower to cleanse himself before he returned to work. Mortality seemed to weigh all the heavier once the suit was off, he was more aware of the aches and pains that came from his exertions, of the ravenous hunger he had worked up. While eating the meal Alfred had prepared he sat before the massive array of screens that were linked to the Oracle computer, sifting through the night's find. Nigma's conversation in the apartment and the fruits of the search into similar crimes were of most interest to him, though he'd put the sample of Maroni's new heroin through analysis to see if he could find anything about its origins.
Editor
 GM, 120 posts
Fri 26 May 2017
at 08:31
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
The heroin was simple enough. South American, unremarkable apart from the purity. Maroni was apparently stepping up his quality. As far as the Bat could remember, Maroni's organization didn't care overly about the consumers in the the drug trade, and quality meant more expensive, so there must have been another factor pushing Maroni to offer better product.

The recording was similarly revealing: Nashton liked to keep his insights to himself, it seemed. Bruce got more insight into the relationship between the two than into what Nashton thought of the murder. It seemed Gordon was new to Nashton's unit, and Nashton wasn't a fan of his partner's "squeaky-clean" reputation. At the end of the senior officer's walkthrough, Gordon asked for something to put down in the notes, and Nashton rattled off a string of observations that matched Bruce's with two added details.

Nashton put the assault in the doorway, judging by the spatter across the hall. He also noted that the killer must've put the jacket the victim was wearing onto the victim, as it was over the blood. He told Gordon to dust the jacket, although he doubted they'd find anything, and to look for reports of dead transients and missing persons last seen in Gotham, as they were looking for their "Three" victim.

Gordon threw some snark Nashton's way, to which the other detective responded...negatively and loquaciously.

The draw of sleep called, and the Bat eventually retired.



The next morning was grey, as it almost always was around Wayne Manor. Three or four hallways took Bruce from his bedroom to the sitting room with-out it. Alfred had left a newspaper, his breakfast, and had left the television running. Vicki Vale was on it, with the national news being nothing new to Wayne.

The paper was more informative this time. The front page read RICO CASE SPELLS END FOR FALCONE? Apparently, the District Attorney's office was moving forward along with Commissioner Loeb with a RICO case, charging Carmine Falcone with criminal conspiracy. The paper credited the ability to bring this case to bear on 'a recent string of foiled crimes and high-profile arrests among men with ties to organized crime in the city.'

Vicki Vale broke his train of thought with a short story, only about a minute long, about the explosion at the docks. As he turned his head from the television, he was brought back by the next story.

"Now, another local story. Is your teen on THRILL?"

She went on to describe a new club drug that was making its way into more and more hands. The drug, "Thrill", was apparently marketed as ecstasy on crack. Several arrests had already been made in the nightclub scene, and two boys had been arrested last week on the University campus for assault and public nuisance, and admitted to taking the substance. As yet, no one identified as a dealer had been arrested, and the Police Department declined to comment, beyond a general statement that the vice squads were hard-working individuals.
Bruce Wayne
 Gotham Socialite, 166 posts
 Normal; -0 I HP 2
 P16 D16 F12 W16 T9
Sun 28 May 2017
at 02:08
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
There was music playing from one of the screens. The Bat was always busy but Bruce Wayne was supposed to have nothing but free time. He wrote reviews of popular music for a friend who had started her own magazine. A little bit of exposure kept people from getting too curious about him. He recognised the power of his public persona.

It was time to start working on the police. He had some ideas. That meant arranging a dinner with some people who could be relied upon to put the idea into his head and making up his mind about his roster. There were some good men in the GCPD. There were good men in Gotham. The sad fact of life was that corruption didn't rely on evil men. It could swallow up everyone.

He'd had two dates with a young lady who had taken a keen interest in police reforms, having finished her anthropology degree before moving into sociology. It was really a very, very good cover. No one ever questioned a man's motivations if they saw a pretty girl in the mix. The police were sorely in need of an upgrade. He'd have an easier time working with their intelligence if they had the means to gather and process it. Though they were no true comparison with him in most things they had what he did not: manpower. The police could afford to look in every dumpster for fifty blocks, to gather witness statements and, of course, eventually make arrests and testify in court.

Turning his gaze to the news, he decided that he would have to look into it. The hydra was rearing a new head. Better to lop it off before it spawned more. Time to become someone more suitable. He had a few other masks besides Bruce, ones he'd worked on for years. Obscurity had marked advantages, even in comparison to fame and fortune.

He had the Oracle clipping away to see if any crimes matching his profile came up.


03:08, Today: The Bat rolled 21 using 1d20+20.  Investigation: Research.

03:08, Today: The Bat rolled 37 using 1d20+20.  Insight: Behavioural Profiling.

ORACLE
Wed 7 Jun 2017
at 03:05
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
His research time was fruitful. The Oracle was able to put together a standard profile on the perpetrator of the Tally Killings in short order:

TALLY KILLER:
Male, Mid-to-late 30s.
Ethnicity unknown.
Athletic, strong, but not intimidating, meaning he may have a physical handicap or a some other method of making himself look harmless.
Intelligent, probably educated, or at least in a position to study police procedure.
Probably walks or drives a dark colored sedan.
May have spent time in psychiatric care.
Likely single, few friends. His treatment of victims as poseable objects with no humanity, and identifying them as numbers, probably means he has a hard time forming lasting relationships.
Likely lives or works within the downtown area.


The profile, more or less, matched exactly Bruce's thoughts the previous night, and he was surprised to see that it matched Nashton's impromptu description within the same variance.

It provided a triangulated area of downtown that most likely would encompass the next (and missing) crime scene. The Oracle also predicted that any signs of deteriorating organization in the killer's MO should be seen as an indicator that the victimology or geography might change radically.

With his passes at the police department, he found himself frustrated; short of signing up himself, the buy-ins were prohibitive to his other projects. But his efforts towards identifying Thrill did manage to narrow down a high concentration of deals in and around the Strip, which wasn't surprising, but at least gave him somewhere to start.

A knock on the door, and Alfred opened the wall panel to enter from behind a bust of an early Gregory Wayne.

"Sir, I'm sure you're...busy, but I do have to remind you of the civic center's opening tonight. You are expected."
Bruce Wayne
 Gotham Socialite, 169 posts
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Wed 7 Jun 2017
at 13:44
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
"Thank you, Alfred." The reminder had been both necessary and unnecessary. He didn't forget anything but he was often inclined to make use of his reputation for misbehaving in order to focus on more important things. Maintaining the family name was, however, quite important. Though he might have brought shame upon his parents by failing to live up to his potential as Bruce Wayne, he was sure that they understood his true calling. Pride, at least, was not among his vices.

"I'll need any information on deaths or problems arising from Thrill use and overdose. Any data thus far on the substance. Do a thorough background check on Gordon, Detective Nigma's new partner. I think they might be the pair I've been looking for." While the police department was corrupt and indolent, he had plans for turning them into what they should be. What he required was the raw materials. Finding an honest cop in Gotham was demonstrably less difficult than discovering alien life on Earth. He kept more mundane outfits in the cave, the better to save time as he changed.
Alfred Pennyworth
 Aide-de-camp, 7 posts
Sun 11 Jun 2017
at 09:46
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
With a curt nod, Alfred was gone, slipped into one of many halls and doors leading off the current room.

The rest of the day was filled by Bruce's many projects. Alfred's investigations brought him full write-ups of Gordon and Nashton, and some basic info on Thrill.

Detective Sergeant James "Jim" Whately Gordon was a thirty-four year-old African-American ex-marine from Chicago. He was divorced from Barbara Eileen Gordon last year, and had two children: James Jr, aged 13, who lived with his mother, and Barbara Jr, age 16, who lived with Jim and attended Gotham University online where she studied Criminology and Computer Science. Jim's military record was sterling; Enlisted in November of 2001 at age 22, deployed from 2002-2008, then four years on the Chicago PD, then moved to Gotham last year with Barb Jr. after the divorce went through. His record in Chicago and his impressive collars over the last year gathered him a fast-track to the Detective's exam, which he passed with the highest grade of his exam group. He lived downtown, in an apartment owned, ultimately, by Sal Maroni's gang. Gordon had his name one a half-dozen reports filed with the station against 'thugs' who came around his home in the first few months, then those reports died off suddenly. Either Jim had decided to play ball, or he'd decided to keep his mouth shut.

Lieutenant Detective Edward Nashton was a different story. Aged thirty-two, single. Emancipated at age 14, put himself through high-school and several years at college by working several low-skill jobs that all seemed to have the same story: Nashton excels, finds ways to make his employer a lot of money through efficiency or innovation. Then Nashton is promoted, promoted, promoted. Then Nashton is fired for harassment or something trivial. Then that company fails within a year. Nashton never gets his degrees after being expelled from several schools for assault or property damage. At age 22, Nashton applies to the police academy and is made a Lieutenant Detective, where he has languished ever since. There were several failed applications to the FBI's Behavioral Analysis unit on record, as well.

Thrill was harder to figure out. Alfred was unable to obtain a sample, but the effects appeared to be euphoria, analgesia, loss of ego-boundaries, combined with apparent amphetamine-like effects such as increased physical function. Negative effects had been observed as slurred speech, agitation, and confusion. Alfred's editorial note likened it to "a psychedelic painkiller riding on the back of a performance-enhancing steroid". He managed to get word of a few good places to purchase ("You know I hate pretending to be a child, sir. I don't quite have a grasp of the vernacular"): Gotham University Campus, a couple of places in Maroni's Northside, and at least two people claimed to have gotten it secondhand from the Iceberg Lounge.

When evening came, it was time to make an appearance.
Bruce Wayne
 Gotham Socialite, 173 posts
 Normal; -0 I HP 2
 P16 D16 F12 W16 T9
Mon 12 Jun 2017
at 13:59
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
Alfred's information was supplemented with his own research during the day's preparations. Having lost three hours to sleep he was eager to regain his momentum. His training regimen was fluid, his lifestyle kept his skills in constant use so he devoted time to perfecting more obscure ones. He studied as necessity and opportunity arose, having long ago worked his way through the libraries of his home and town. A great deal of time was spent reading digital books, listening to lectures and composing on his violin. The last was purely for pleasure and relaxation.

Nashton wouldn't do. There was a man who would need no persuasion to go outside the bounds of the law. Too much like himself. He needed someone who would stick to their code. The Bat could defy the rules because he was incorruptible. Police officers should be hard to sway from their ethics.

He had his targets in mind as soon as he arrived at the civic centre. He would have preferred to be wearing his true face when he saw them. The Bat respected no office or rank when it came to criminals. Bruce Wayne was quite as imperious as his other self, though in a much different way. He had an aristocrat's manner of being sincerely charming while remaining superior. Majesty, to put it more simply.
Gotham
Wed 28 Jun 2017
at 00:17
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
The event itself was well-put together. The newly renovated park, complete with basketball court, soccer pitch, children's playground, a performance stage, and plenty of trees, was ringed by the new face of Gotham: The newly remodeled County Courthouse, a youth outreach center, two beautiful Neo-colonial brick buildings that were to serve as both the City Council Building and the Gotham Historical Museum, a free clinic run by the Martha Wayne Memorial Foundation, the old Upton warehouse which had fallen into disrepair after a fire six years ago and had now been restored and converted into the new home of the Gotham Stock Exchange, and finally, the Gotham Towers, a block of offices, affordable-living apartments and hotels that were sure to be the center of attention for years to come.

It was a sizable investment, and Bruce had made sure it wasn't just his eggs in the basket, but he was sure it would be a successful one.

The event was like the biggest block-party ever held, like Times Square on New Years. A big band shared the stage with a pop diva and a classic rock quartet, while a pavilion had been erected on the opposite side of the park. People from all classes were here.

Bruce could see many familiar faces, including Herman Blazcowicz and his protege Harvey Dent, hobnobbing with various officials. By the pitch, an older Dominican woman Bruce didn't know but the Bat was familiar with kicked the ball back and forth with a few young boys.

Bruce was scheduled to speak in half-an-hour or so, after Ms Ifaruka and the Mayor.
Bruce Wayne
 Gotham Socialite, 179 posts
 Normal; -0 I HP 2
 P16 D16 F12 W16 T9
Sat 8 Jul 2017
at 21:14
The Bat [IC - The Bat]
There were certain situations in which Bruce Wayne was more intimidating than a hulking chiropteran demon. He'd always been careful to never indicate any political allegiance, he regarded all politicians as potential enemies or assets. The Bat did not consider anyone to truly be an ally. Every human had frailties, faults, it was important to find those that could be used for good.

It was not easy, fighting back the rage. Not an unfamiliar state for a predator that was forced to live amongst his prey. He could not look anywhere but to see someone he wished to chastise, for not doing enough or for hiding sins that they could not hide.

The Bat was no mindless berserker, he had a plan. His city would be reformed, as would the world. Lesser souls had to rely on revolutions and insurrections. The Bat would not brook such tactics, his was a crusade that spared the common man, unique amongst all such strivings to save the world.

He found himself a glass of wine. Then he found himself Herman Blazcowicz. The GCPD were in need of an upgrade. He knew people who had seen this first hand, by way of people who could let a man like him know about such things. He was there to help.