Robin Investigate: The Good Doctor
We could see the SWAT teams mobilizing around the building from the backalley we were in. Poor guys don't know what their in for. Me and Steph just kept running though the backalleys, getting away from those...those things and trying to collect ourselves. I have to say, i was holding back puking my guts out. Just the thought of running away like some coward makes me sick, actually doing it...good god. I've taken on shapeshifting freaks, plant monsters, and emotionally crushed children that could wipe out a city without even looking back, and these goofy cartoon/anime powered freaks have me running for the hills. Gaaahhh, DAMMIT! We found ourselves in, where else, another backalley. Battered, bruised, soaked, scratched and out of breath.
"Seriously, what just happened?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Y'know, except for us getting DESTROYED by some element benders in crappy Power Ranger costumes!"
"W--we can't do this alone. We gotta get someone. Maybe Batman..."
"Not a chance. When we dropped Jackie off at the Batcave, batman was preparing to leave for some Justice League stuff or whatever. Poor Alfred is pretty much at the mercy of a psychic kid who's having a nerdgasm every time he blinks..."
"Wait, Jackie! Maybe he can help, after all he needs some time in the field, this could be what he---"
"Excuse me, but did you say 'Jackie'? As in Jackie Ludwig?"
Me and Steph are caught off guard by the voice. The fact that it knows Jackie's name is enough to surprise us. We then see the sorce of the voice walk out of the shadows from behind a dumpster. It's a older man in a brown coat and jeans, one hand wrapped in bandages, another clutching a suitcase. The expression on his face is the most nervous one I've seen. Someone's got a secret.....
"And you are?"
"I...I am Professor Kilmin. I'm the head Genetics Researcher at STAR labs. So, Jackie did find his way to you. Great! Is the child happy?"
".....Sure. And he didn't break out on his own, y'know. We sorta broke in and busted him out."
"Good! Good....he didn't deserve to be there anymore. He deserved far better after all he went through."
"You're gonna tell us why you're here, right? What's an uber-brainy Professor doing creeping around shady alleys, huh?"
"First off, I'd like to give my utmost apologizes. Everything you just went through is because of me to an extent. You just got done fighting a losing battle with a bunch of bizarre metahuans, correct?"
"And you know this how?"
"Because I'm the one who brought them into this world. They're clones of my creation."
"What!?"
"Why? Why the hell did you make these...whatever the hell they are? And seriously, why the stupid gimmicks!?"
'It wasn't all me, okay!? One night I was just working in my lab, before I know it some loon who thinks he's an alien is pointing a gun at my head. I gave him the clones to save myself, and programed their minds based off of a bunch of gaudy TV shows he showed me"
"Wait...Some loon who thinks hes alien?"
"Yes. Had a fishbowl on his head, a large purple cape, and an idiotic spacesuit that looked like it was from a 50's science fiction film."
A dead-on description that me and Steph knew too well. Me and her look at eachother and yell "BARADA!" I wonder if she felt as big of an idiot as I did. Seriously, this had him written all over it.
"YES! Now I remember, that's what he called himself! So, this isn't the first time he's caused trouble."
"Yeah, and don't let the stupid looks fool you. Guy's a A-list bag of Psycho."
"I've noticed. After he left and had the pyrokenetic clone do this to my hand, I learned that he shot down 7 guards in the building. You have to stop him, and bring the clones in! This isn't their fault, they don't deserve to die. If I can get them back, I can possibly reprogram their minds."
"Well, considering they just kicked our asses all over that comic-con, we've got nothing to bring them down. Any ideas, doc?"
"Actually, yes. You see, these clones actually have DNA based off that of Kryptonian origin. They do share the same weakness to Kyrptonite, but due to our genetic engineering, they have a bit more resistance to it. Here, in this suitcase is a pound of Kryptonite."
"So this'll only slow them down, huh?"
"Basically. But perhaps you can use their mental programming against them?..."
Robin Investigate: The Good Doctor
We could see the SWAT teams mobilizing around the building from the backalley we were in. Poor guys don't know what their in for. Me and Steph just kept running though the backalleys, getting away from those...those things and trying to collect ourselves. I have to say, i was holding back puking my guts out. Just the thought of running away like some coward makes me sick, actually doing it...good god. I've taken on shapeshifting freaks, plant monsters, and emotionally crushed children that could wipe out a city without even looking back, and these goofy cartoon/anime powered freaks have me running for the hills. Gaaahhh, DAMMIT! We found ourselves in, where else, another backalley. Battered, bruised, soaked, scratched and out of breath.
"Seriously, what just happened?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Y'know, except for us getting DESTROYED by some element benders in crappy Power Ranger costumes!"
"W--we can't do this alone. We gotta get someone. Maybe Batman..."
"Not a chance. When we dropped Jackie off at the Batcave, batman was preparing to leave for some Justice League stuff or whatever. Poor Alfred is pretty much at the mercy of a psychic kid who's having a nerdgasm every time he blinks..."
"Wait, Jackie! Maybe he can help, after all he needs some time in the field, this could be what he---"
"Excuse me, but did you say 'Jackie'? As in Jackie Ludwig?"
Me and Steph are caught off guard by the voice. The fact that it knows Jackie's name is enough to surprise us. We then see the sorce of the voice walk out of the shadows from behind a dumpster. It's a older man in a brown coat and jeans, one hand wrapped in bandages, another clutching a suitcase. The expression on his face is the most nervous one I've seen. Someone's got a secret.....
"And you are?"
"I...I am Professor Kilmin. I'm the head Genetics Researcher at STAR labs. So, Jackie did find his way to you. Great! Is the child happy?"
".....Sure. And he didn't break out on his own, y'know. We sorta broke in and busted him out."
"Good! Good....he didn't deserve to be there anymore. He deserved far better after all he went through."
"You're gonna tell us why you're here, right? What's an uber-brainy Professor doing creeping around shady alleys, huh?"
"First off, I'd like to give my utmost apologizes. Everything you just went through is because of me to an extent. You just got done fighting a losing battle with a bunch of bizarre metahuans, correct?"
"And you know this how?"
"Because I'm the one who brought them into this world. They're clones of my creation."
"What!?"
"Why? Why the hell did you make these...whatever the hell they are? And seriously, why the stupid gimmicks!?"
'It wasn't all me, okay!? One night I was just working in my lab, before I know it some loon who thinks he's an alien is pointing a gun at my head. I gave him the clones to save myself, and programed their minds based off of a bunch of gaudy TV shows he showed me"
"Wait...Some loon who thinks hes alien?"
"Yes. Had a fishbowl on his head, a large purple cape, and an idiotic spacesuit that looked like it was from a 50's science fiction film."
A dead-on description that me and Steph knew too well. Me and her look at eachother and yell "BARADA!" I wonder if she felt as big of an idiot as I did. Seriously, this had him written all over it.
"YES! Now I remember, that's what he called himself! So, this isn't the first time he's caused trouble."
"Yeah, and don't let the stupid looks fool you. Guy's a A-list bag of Psycho."
"I've noticed. After he left and had the pyrokenetic clone do this to my hand, I learned that he shot down 7 guards in the building. You have to stop him, and bring the clones in! This isn't their fault, they don't deserve to die. If I can get them back, I can possibly reprogram their minds."
"Well, considering they just kicked our asses all over that comic-con, we've got nothing to bring them down. Any ideas, doc?"
"Actually, yes. You see, these clones actually have DNA based off that of Kryptonian origin. They do share the same weakness to Kyrptonite, but due to our genetic engineering, they have a bit more resistance to it. Here, in this suitcase is a pound of Kryptonite."
"So this'll only slow them down, huh?"
"Basically. But perhaps you can use their mental programming against them?..."