City of Fear- Smoke and Mirrors #1
=The Mirror House- An Auction House for Superhero and Villain Technology=
Monarch- Is there somewhere to store my sword?
Zeus- A rack to house my trident would be most welcome
Roman- Let's just hope the journey was worth it.
Dealer- Welcome! Welcome- Oswald, Roman, Mr Dekker, Professor Strange, Mr White- The Monarch of Menace oh my, it's so good to see you all. Please take your seats. We have a few smaller matters before we may begin proper. First of all- The main course for tonight's dinner is roast pheasant with redcurrent preserve and grilled parsnips, we of course have a vegetarian option as well.
White- Vegetarian? Who here's a godamn vegetarian?
Dekker- That's me, sexy. This body's a temple, meat loves playing havoc on it. All kinds, if you know what I mean. And it's always good to keep up appearances *wink*
Dealer- Moving on- A few of the items on shown today were provided by Doctor Thomas Eliot. One in particular you may find especially interesting.
Broker- *Whisper*
Dealer- Ah yes, Mr Fine has reminded me of the new properties he has got a hold of following-
White- The massive toxic gas cloud?
Dealer- Precisely.
Broker- I assure you that the properties are well protected against the gas cloud. I had some helpers make sure of that. There is a full list of new sites in my office in Burnley.
Oswald- Oh, what the hell, you can never have enough safehouses, that's what I say!
Dealer- Quite, Haha! Now, let the auction begin!
Roman- Finally.
Dealer- Recovered from Simon Stagg's Airship, we have two trick boomerangs, formerly belonging to George 'Digger' Harkness. The starting price is $200
White- $200?! For that old tat?
Ono- Hmm... $250!
Dealer- Sold, to Mr Onomatopoeia
Ono- Bang.
Egghead- Please tell me you're not going to do that all night...
Dealer- Our second item, straight from the recesses of Arkham Asylum, we have a fully functional cocoon gun- any takers? ... Moving swiftly on-
White- Get to the good stuff!
Bone- Yeah, enough of this C-List garbage!
Dealer- But of course- Men of fine taste I see. Very well, there are plenty of items I think will be of interest to you all. One Motherbox, used by the New Gods of New Genesis and Apokalips. This device doubles as a supercomputer and as a teleport. Let's start the bidding at two million!
Dekker- Now there's a groovy little doodad- that's how to make an entrance-
Three million!
Dealer- Three million! Any advances on-
Oswald- Four Million!
Dealer- Four Million-
White- Five million!
Dekker- Six million smackaroos!
Dealer- Six million? Going once, going twice, Sold! To Mr Paul Dekker!
Dekker- Huzzah, the day is saved!
White- Fucking alchie.
Dealer- It's onto the premier collection now- starting with this- a genuine 'bat-suit', belonging to the caped crusader himself.
Oswald- Poppycock! Who could have got their hands on a genuine Batsuit?
Hush- I did. It's legitimate I assure you.
Dealer- Shall we start the bidding at... Ten million?
Oswald- Twenty million!
Monarch- Thirty million!
Oswald- Forty million!
Monarch- Fifty!
Oswald- Sixty
Monarch- Seventy!
Strange- One hundred million!
Dealer- Sold! To none other than professer Hugo Strange.
Roman- Nice as this is, you know this isn't exactly why we're here
Monarch- Quite right. You know what we're all after.
Dealer- If you insist. .... Next we have some very special items, straight from the Amertek factories- a set of 2,000 of their finest gas masks!
Roman- Now you're talking
City of Fear- Smoke and Mirrors #1
=The Mirror House- An Auction House for Superhero and Villain Technology=
Monarch- Is there somewhere to store my sword?
Zeus- A rack to house my trident would be most welcome
Roman- Let's just hope the journey was worth it.
Dealer- Welcome! Welcome- Oswald, Roman, Mr Dekker, Professor Strange, Mr White- The Monarch of Menace oh my, it's so good to see you all. Please take your seats. We have a few smaller matters before we may begin proper. First of all- The main course for tonight's dinner is roast pheasant with redcurrent preserve and grilled parsnips, we of course have a vegetarian option as well.
White- Vegetarian? Who here's a godamn vegetarian?
Dekker- That's me, sexy. This body's a temple, meat loves playing havoc on it. All kinds, if you know what I mean. And it's always good to keep up appearances *wink*
Dealer- Moving on- A few of the items on shown today were provided by Doctor Thomas Eliot. One in particular you may find especially interesting.
Broker- *Whisper*
Dealer- Ah yes, Mr Fine has reminded me of the new properties he has got a hold of following-
White- The massive toxic gas cloud?
Dealer- Precisely.
Broker- I assure you that the properties are well protected against the gas cloud. I had some helpers make sure of that. There is a full list of new sites in my office in Burnley.
Oswald- Oh, what the hell, you can never have enough safehouses, that's what I say!
Dealer- Quite, Haha! Now, let the auction begin!
Roman- Finally.
Dealer- Recovered from Simon Stagg's Airship, we have two trick boomerangs, formerly belonging to George 'Digger' Harkness. The starting price is $200
White- $200?! For that old tat?
Ono- Hmm... $250!
Dealer- Sold, to Mr Onomatopoeia
Ono- Bang.
Egghead- Please tell me you're not going to do that all night...
Dealer- Our second item, straight from the recesses of Arkham Asylum, we have a fully functional cocoon gun- any takers? ... Moving swiftly on-
White- Get to the good stuff!
Bone- Yeah, enough of this C-List garbage!
Dealer- But of course- Men of fine taste I see. Very well, there are plenty of items I think will be of interest to you all. One Motherbox, used by the New Gods of New Genesis and Apokalips. This device doubles as a supercomputer and as a teleport. Let's start the bidding at two million!
Dekker- Now there's a groovy little doodad- that's how to make an entrance-
Three million!
Dealer- Three million! Any advances on-
Oswald- Four Million!
Dealer- Four Million-
White- Five million!
Dekker- Six million smackaroos!
Dealer- Six million? Going once, going twice, Sold! To Mr Paul Dekker!
Dekker- Huzzah, the day is saved!
White- Fucking alchie.
Dealer- It's onto the premier collection now- starting with this- a genuine 'bat-suit', belonging to the caped crusader himself.
Oswald- Poppycock! Who could have got their hands on a genuine Batsuit?
Hush- I did. It's legitimate I assure you.
Dealer- Shall we start the bidding at... Ten million?
Oswald- Twenty million!
Monarch- Thirty million!
Oswald- Forty million!
Monarch- Fifty!
Oswald- Sixty
Monarch- Seventy!
Strange- One hundred million!
Dealer- Sold! To none other than professer Hugo Strange.
Roman- Nice as this is, you know this isn't exactly why we're here
Monarch- Quite right. You know what we're all after.
Dealer- If you insist. .... Next we have some very special items, straight from the Amertek factories- a set of 2,000 of their finest gas masks!
Roman- Now you're talking