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Location: Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys At Law: September 29th, 2018 9:15 PM
Matt: Hello there, my name’s Mathew Murdock. How may I help you?
Spider-Man: Hello, Mr. Murdock. I’m Spider-Man, and I have been framed for breaking and entering into Oscorp.
Matt: Oh, I heard about that. My law partner and secretary were discussing that earlier today. Now, I believe you but obviously I’m not the one you need to prove this to. Now, I’ll accept this case, and since you’re a kid I’ll let this be pro bono.
Spider-Man: What?! I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Matt: Don’t bullshit me, Kid. I may be blind, but I’m not that blind. Regardless of that, let’s start off with the basic stuff. I know Osborn’s side of the story but what’s yours?
Spider-Man: Well, Norman Osborn hired dangerous men that harmed others for the purpose of getting my blood for his son, because his son needs a cure for a rare disease. When I learned of this, I made a deal for him to get my blood for the cure, but after that he would have to turn himself in for his crimes. Then he set me up to make it look like I broke into Oscorp…
Matt: Okay… That’s a lot to take in, kid. I’ll see what I can do. So do you have any proof that you were welcomed into the place?
Spider-Man: Uh, not exactly.
Matt sighed and pinched the middle of his nose, I could sense his disappointment…
Matt: Alright kid, if you can’t get me proof I can set up a counter claim against Osborn. Now, however you do it…. Well I don’t have to know that part, but I doubt you’ll do anything that would harm anyone to get that evidence. You are a hero after all.
Spider-Man: You...You think I’m a hero?
Matt: Well kid, you’d be surprised how many people in NY, especially in Hell’s Kitchen, that look up to you and love you. That Jameson dude can say what he wants to say, print what he wants to print, but at the end of the day you still look out for the little guy. And I respect that. Keep up the good work, kid.
Spider-Man: Thanks, you don’t know how much I appreciate that. I’ll be back with that proof.
Matt: I know you will, Kid. Bye.
I left the law firm and stayed the night at Harry’s house, though it was hard to sleep, and I guess you could say I’m a little paranoid after what happened.
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Location: Oscorp Industries: October 20th, 2018 11:45 AM
Otto: Alright, so Peter, we’re gonna have to shift gears from the arm project. We’ve been commissioned to make a device for the military, meant for faster travel. They gave us a blueprint to base it off of, and all we are tasked to do is build and test.
He held up the documented designs and it looked like something from the future. Sorta like a weird hoverboard or something.
Peter: Don’t you think this is a little out of our wheelhouse? Special prosthesis’, we can do that. Tony Stark or Reed Richards type stuff, I don’t know… I just don’t think I could do something like this.
Otto: Peter, you sell yourself short. You are one of the brightest minds I know, and at such a young age I know your intellect will only expand as the years go by. Plus, we’ll be getting help from someone who knows a thing or two about aerodynamics. Adrian Toombs is very knowledgeable when it comes to things that fly and he’ll be joining us later when we get to the testing phase.
Peter: Heh, thanks Doc. Hey uh, I know this is random, but does Oscorp have servers that store stuff from the camera feed?
Otto gave me a quizzical gaze and let out a slight, “Yeah why?” He continued on to say, “It has a 24/7 camera log of what goes on around here. It’s all the way in the basement and if you are looking for anything that goes on in here, you’ll find it there.”
Peter: Oh, interesting. Uh sorry for going off topic, let’s get a roll on making this flight thing.
Doc and I studied the mock up design the military made and discussed ways to innovate it. Man, Doc has so many great ideas and if any man was to lead the world into a glorious new age it would be Otto. Any man willing and wanting to change the world by inventing this for the better, is a man I’m willing to follow to the end of the line. After hours of work and a few mini prototypes later, it was night. I guess time flies when you’re helping the world. I started to get my stuff ready to go, but then Doc handed me a flashdrive and I was confused.
Peter: What’s this?
Otto smiled at me as he said, “Just when you get the chance, give it a look. Especially the last schematic, you’re definitely gonna need it.”
Peter: Uh thanks, Doc. I’ll see you next time.
Otto; See you later, Peter. Have a good rest of your night.
I left the lab and headed back home to plug in the drive, and upon seeing it I gained the biggest grin. It was a complete floor to floor layout of the whole Oscorp building. Which means I can easily access that area without going in blind. I skipped through the files then I found something that made me go pale… There was a schematic with a Stealth Spider-Man suit. And a note attached… It stated, “Peter Parker, Spider-Man. Who would’ve thought? I mean when you think about it, it’s obvious. A person who wants to make the world a better place, even if it’s a little at a time. I don’t believe what the news says, I know you’re not a bad kid, so if you are doing what I think you’re doing then you need to be prepared. Red and blue are nice looking but I wouldn’t call it inconspicuous so I quickly designed a more stealthy suit. If you need the materials to make it then head to the lab and there’s some stuff you can use. Just don’t do it at Oscorp, it’s too risky. Good luck, Peter.” - Your mentor, Otto Octavius.
Peter: Otto....Bless you. Heh, time to get to work.
I made the stealth suit. It was all black with goggles with shutters similar to the ones on my original costume. But before I could head out to Oscorp, I had one more thing to do. Tutor Flash Thompson.
Flash came into my house and looked around, seemingly impressed by…. Something.
Flash: Not a bad place for a little dipshit like you, Parker. A little old fashioned but still not bad.
Peter: Remember, let’s keep the name calling to a minimum. Anyways, what work do you have to do?
Flash: Something about cells.
Peter: Oh, this should be easy. You see there are a couple of main cells. B and T cells. They produce antibodies and-
An alert on my phone buzzes, a crime downtown is in progress. I look over, squinting with irritation that I can’t do anything. I guess Flash noticed because he started to snap in front of my face.
Flash: Yo, Earth to Parker! You good man? You seem off.
I hesitated before looking at Flash, then I finally nodded.
Peter: Sorry, just…There’s some things I need to do. And I can’t because well, I just can’t. Look it’s nothing of importance nor is it anything you’d understand.
Flash: Heh, if it’s some nerd science shit of course I’m not gonna get it, but I do get that sometimes you have to prioritize. Like as much I love football, I can do anything in it if my grades are ass. So I go to you for help, it’s just knowing what’s more important and what should come first. Whatever it is, if it’s something you need to do then do it, Pete. I can always wait to do this homework so go ahead and get your stuff done.
I was…. Shocked. Flash Thompson, helped me and gave me decent advice. Though that might be because I’m helping him with school… Or maybe I was wrong about him.
Peter: Thanks, Flash. I needed that, I have to go. I promise we will continue the tutoring session tomorrow.
Flash: Whatever you say dork.
I left swinging off to stop a crime in progress. Now, should I, a now wanted criminal, be actively out in the open. No, hell no. But when you have a duty, a responsibility, you should always uphold it and stick to it. Because though you might have to sacrifice some things, at least you stay true to who you are and- WAIT WHAT IS THAT?! My Spider Sense started blaring as I noticed an enormous man in a rhino costume.
I catch up to the police tailing the rhino guy, and I talk to one of the officers.
Spider-Man: Hey, need any help here?
Cop: What the- Spider-Man? Aren’t you a criminal?
Spider-Man: So they say, they also call me a menace, nuisance, and a plethora of other things J. Jonah likes to brand me as. So uh, you just sit back and I handle the Chuck E. Cheese reject.
Cop: Why would you want to help us if you’re wanted?
Spider-Man: Hm, dunno. I TOTALLY wasn’t doing this before or something. I’m glad you asked though, because your fellow officers didn’t when they decided to go all “guns a blazing” on me the other day. Anyways, gotta go deal with Mr. Rocksteady over there. Peace!
I swung further down to catch up to that rhino guy and I zipped onto his back, holding on for dear life.
Spider-Man: Hey, what’s shakin’ bacon?
Rhino: What? Who are you, and what type stupid American phrasing is that?
Spider-Man: Huh, did not expect the giant rhino man to be Russian. Interesting to say the least. Anyways big boy, I’m here to turn you in….Or at least attempt to.
Rhino: NOTHING CAN CONTAIN THE RHINO!
So, Newton once said that, “If a body is at rest or moving at a constant speed in a straight line, it will remain at rest or keep moving in a straight line at constant speed unless it is acted upon by a force.” His first law of motion, so let’s think of the Rhino as this thing that’s at a consistent speed. If that is the case, then it’s time for me to be the force that acts upon him.
That’s when I see it, a construction site two blocks down. Bingo. Direct Rhino to the site, throw him in a pit, and fill it with cement. Time to get to work. When he approached the construction site, I used my webs to pull him over there, though there was some resistance on his part. I overcame the big lug and trapped him in a pit that was soon to be filled with cement. And in no time, the Rhino was put to an astounding halt, thanks to the one and only Spider-Man!
But that’s when I hear it… “Put your hands up!” Son of a- Of course, the one thing I forgot. The police. I put my hands up, slowly turn around then see several cop cars. Right as they’re getting ready to turn me in, one of them says, “Stop! Don’t you see, he helped us!” It was that one I talked to, huh I would’ve never guessed. He started to talk down the others, convincing them to chill out and I walked up to them.
Spider-Man: Uh thanks for vouching for me… Not too many people do that for me.
Cop: No problem, but Captain Stacy is probably gonna have my head for this one. Look, I know you’re not some maniac they say you are, hell a lot of people don’t think that. Especially at the precinct. I owe you, more than you’ll ever know.
Spider-Man: For what? The Russian Rhino over here? I take guys like him out like every other week. It’s nothing special.
Cop: No it’s not that… You saved my life, my wife and son’s lives. My name is Jefferson Davis, you might not remember me but a few weeks back you saved our lives when Shocker attacked that bridge. That’s something that I’ll eternally be grateful for. I can’t necessarily pay you back in that way, but I can help when you need info on a criminal or something. Here’s my information.
He took out a notepad from his cruiser and wrote down a number to call and handed it to me.
Spider-Man: I don’t really do this looking for something in return, I’m not looking for rewards or anything I just-
Jefferson: Then that’s fine, but if you do need help just call.
I look at the note, then back at Jefferson. I try not to ask for anything, but Uncle Ben always said, “Everybody needs help sometimes.” Ben was right, I don’t have to always do things alone. So it wouldn’t hurt to have a little help here and there.
Spider-Man: Thanks, Jefferson. And also, you don’t owe me anything, you never did.
I swing off and wait at my home until it is night. I put on my new stealth suit and head out to Oscorp. Let’s go prove my innocence! Anyways, I get to Oscorp and use Doc’s schematics to navigate the Oscorp ventilation system. Weird, the vents are sorta warm like someone’s used them before…Very peculiar. Regardless of that, I get to the server room, then my Spider-Sense starts acting up again.
Spider-Man: Um, who’s there?
Really Pete? If anyone is here, you ruined your element of surprise…
???: So we’ve got a new thief in the biz, whatcha call yourself?
Spider-Man: Correction, not a thief, though my getup doesn’t really help my case. Look usually I’d turn in guys like you but right now I need to just take something from here.
???: So…You’re stealing? I get you’re new to this whole thing but usually you describe what you’re doing to anyone, or talk to anyone.
Spider-Man: But you’re literally going against your own rules.
???: Ok, yeah yeah but I like to watch newbies struggle at the job. It’s pretty entertaining, so what brings you here newbie?
I roll my eyes, though I doubt he saw, and I go over to a section that has all the camera feeds and connect a hard drive. I let the info get transferred and take out the drive before waving it in front of the purple and green thief.
Spider-Man: This. The key to my innocence. And the name’s Spider-Man.
???: Bullshit…
I hop onto the ceiling and use my webs to descend back down to the thief.
Spider-Man: I’m the real deal, now who the hell are you?
Prowler: The name’s Prowler! The best thief no one’s heard about.
The End
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Tim dodged the Middleman’s bullet, which nearly hit Jason before lodging itself in the door behind them. The swing of his staff combined with the dodge of the bullet carried him around the projectile’s trajectory, allowing him to knock the gun from the elderly woman’s hand. Standing back for a moment, Tim composed himself and said,
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you. Just answer our-” The Middleman responded by grabbing a small knife from her belt and throwing it at Tim. He deflected it before the elderly woman began running for the back of the store. Turning to Jason, Tim exclaimed, “C’mon! Do something!” Before running towards the escaping woman. Jason, even under his mask, was visibly conflicted before drawing one of the taser guns Tim had given him from his belt. Reaching the door just before the Middleman, Tim vaulted onto the wall in order to launch off it onto the woman. However, she quickly dodged this, instead being hit by a blast from Jason’s taser gun. Shaking uncontrollably from the electric shock, she attempted to compose herself while blocking a swing from Tim’s staff. Judging by the strength and her ability to dodge, Tim deduced that there was more to her than they had initially seen. Scanning her with his mask’s capabilities he was able to see a strange sort of green liquid pulsating within her blood stream, something not seen in the average nervous system. As he thought this however, Tim was hit by a punch that certainly bruised a decent chunk of his left cheek. Stumbling back, he was nearly hit again before Jason let out a cry of anger and launched himself at the Middleman. He was able to knock her into one of the assembly lines the vacuums were created on before lifting her into the air and slamming her onto it. Stumbling back, he breathed heavily, and Tim approached him cautiously. It only took Jason a moment to compose himself however, before he once again raised his taser gun to the woman, saying,
“Alright…I’ve got killer Bea Arthur…you check the place out…” Tim nodded, rubbing his cheek for a moment, causing Jason to ask, “You ok?” Tim nodded again before disappearing into the back room. Upon entering, Tim found several dozen computers, each either monitoring a different room in the shop, a room in someone’s house, or revealing conversations between the Middleman and clients. One such conversation was with a person with the email address ‘JackKubrick237’, and was comprised of them asking the Middleman for the virtual reality headgear. According to the order, they had ordered three of them, and with the e-mail seemingly still active, Tim activated his comm to say,
“Al, we got passed the black market guy…er…girl…lady. I have an e-mail conversation between Film Freak and them, we might be able to find him this way. Sending the address now.” After a moment, Alfred responded,
“Very good, sir, it seems with this address the Batcomputer was able to find the location where Mr. Weston sent the e-mail. Sending it to you now.” As Tim received the address, he said,
“Thanks Al, I’ll be in touch.” Before hanging up and looking at another conversation, one between the Middleman and someone going by ‘JG24601’. The Middleman had sent this person several photographs and paragraphs of detail on what seemed to be Jason Todd and a woman accompanying him. Hearing a shock outside and a thud, Tim turned to see Jason walking in, saying,
“I was checking out a green pouch she had on her back, it was pumping some weird liquid into her bloodstream. Looked kinda familiar. Anyways she got up and tried to attack me again so I kinda shocked her pretty bad. Like, might not, I mean hopefully won’t, remember anything. Ever. Ah well, whatever it takes to clean up the streets…what is it?” Tim pointed to the conversation on the screen. Jason took a moment to read it before saying, “Can I please kill again? Just her?” Tim actually smirked at this, before Jason picked up a flashdrive the Middleman had lying around and began to download all that she had on the mysterious ‘JG24601’, pausing only to say, “This surprisingly has everything to do with what we’re doing right now. This guy’s got what we need. And now…we know everything about him as well.” He said just as the files finished downloading. Sighing for a moment, Jason said, “Ok, how about you take Middleman here to the cops, I’ll go back home and start downloading this to add to what we already have, and then you can stop by for a bit.”
“Where do you live now?” Tim asked.
“Blaze Comics. Not too far away. You won’t miss it. So…deal?” Jason asked with his hand stuck out. Tim shook it before the two exited the building, but not before picking up the Middleman and taking her with them.
Deena & Ozzy faux reptile leather satchel, Deep Steep hand&body lotion, Deena & Ozzy wristlet, F21 cheapy sunnies, geek glasses (for no eyemakeup days/ fast disguises), Tide-to-go, mini Lysol spray, Smashbox hyperlash mascara, Revlon colorstay eyeliner & lipgloss, Boscia blotties, Shu Uemura curlers, iPad w pink Incase, pencil case, lint sheets, Juicy card wallet, iPhone with pink chrome Incase, iPod touch w flashdrive, hand sanitizer, Anon sunnies, candy, owl ring from F21, random H&M earrings, pouch from UO that has a friend's present inside :), hair clip, loose change, sanitizer wipes, Trident layer gum, HK candy komix (which is crap actually, sadly), earbuds, purse hook, lipbalm bag w too much lip stuff inside, metallic case for camera, student badge, baby shower gift
Here is my everyday workspace. My Click magazine, flash drive, expodisc & 85mm lens surround my computer. Oh and sharpies, I LOVE sharpies!! I've been looking at tutorials online for my new photography equipment. So much to learn 💻
Created for this week's theme of "Motion Blur" on the Moncton Photography group on Facebook.
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Bruce and Alfred look at the monitor of the Batcomputer, looking at the police report that Jim and Harvey sent them.
Alfrd: "So it seems like, Michael was diagnosed with cancer while being in Blackgate. Could that perhaps mean it was a mercykill?"
BM: "Perhaps. Michael was living his last months to the fullest. As soon as he was released from Blackgate, he joined up with Two-Face's gang, and got to being one of the highest ranking members within the organisation."
Robin and Spoiler walk into the Batcave, having returned from Penguin.
BM: "Robin, Spoiler, welcome back. How did it go with Penguin."
Splr: "Hey Bruce. It went a little rough at first, but we managed to talk to him, and obtain this flashdrive."
As Steph shows the flashdrive, Tim looks at Bruce with wide eyes, as Steph just called Bruce by his real name. Bruce ignores Tim and he takes the flashdrive.
BM: "What's on this? Have you already seen it?"
Splr: "No we haven't. Penguin said all of their men have cameras in their vizors. Basically, on this flashdrive is Michaels killer."
Rbn: "Who by the way calls himself the Watcher."
BM: "The Watcher?"
Splr: "Yeah. And just one thing. He, uuhm, dresses like you."
BM: "Like me?"
Rbn: "If we should believe Penguin. Let's see what's on the drive."
Bruce, Alfred, Steph, and Tim look at the footage on the drive. Bruce leans back and his eyes widen.
Rbn: "Bruce? What's wrong?"
BM: "That cowl. Robin... can't you see? Alfred, zoom in."
Alfred zooms in and both his and Robin's eyes widen as well.
Splr: "Can someone explain this?!"
BM: "That Stephanie, is the cowl of my nephew, Kenneth Wayne. The first and only Batboy."
Splr: "I did not know you had a nephew? Who was a superhero??"
BM: "Well he was my cousin's son, but I viewed him as my own. His father perished, and his mother couldn't handle it, so I took him in. He eventually found out about me being Batman, and he wanted to help, so he became Batboy. 2 years ago he was killed by Bane. The compound exploded, so we didn't bother to look for a body."
Splr: "Oh my god, I'm so sorry... H- how did he die?"
BM: "Bane snapped his neck.."
Splr: "And you think it could be him?"
Rbn: "Ken wouldn't kill. And who knows, someone could've replicated his cowl and uses it."
BM: "Robin is right, we can't assume anything. We'll have to look into this. We know his targets are Two-Face and Penguin, so we'll need to patrol in those areas."
Rbn: "You think the three of us can patrol all of those areas?"
Alfrd: "It are a lot of areas. I suggest you call for back-up."
BM: "Barbara and Helena are in London, Michael is in Star City, and I already tried to reach Dick, but he won't respond."
Alfrd: "What about master Jason? Whenever you would need him, he would be there for you.""
BM: "I don't know Alfred. Jason is a bit of a wildcard."
Alfrd: "I suggest you let him go to Blüdhaven first, get master Dick, and let the both of them help, because you will need the help."
BM: "I guess you're right. Could you contact him for me? I'll have other things to do."
Alfrd: "Or are you still afraid to talk to him?"
BM: "Not now Alfred. Not in front of these two."
Alfrd: "As you wish, sir. I'll contact master Jason for you."
BM: "Thanks Alfred. Spoiler, I want you patrolling near the Iceberg Lounge. Don't let yourself be seen, and report to me whenever something off happens."
Splr: "You'll let me patrol on my own?"
BM: "Robin and I need to do something at Arkham."
Rbn: "We do?"
BM: "I'll explain on the way there."
Splr: "Well I better be going."
Rbn: "Be carefull."
Robin smiles at Spoiler, and she blushes under her bandana. She gets down and jumps on her motorcycle, and drives out of the Batcave.
BM: "Shall we?"
Rbn: "Yeah, but why?"
BM: "Just making sure it can't be Ken. We're going to interrogate someone who he fought a few months before his death."
Rbn: "Who?"
BM: "The Riddler."
Dr. Henry Wu (Jurassic Park)
2015 head on the drone engineer torso that kept getting sold out.
Robert Muldoon
Lone Ranger Kyle head, Dorothy arms, JW vet torso, and Ellie Sattler legs.
Simon Masrani
Gave him Cavill Superman hair and erased a flashdrive chain on the CMF video game guy legs so that Mr. Masrani could have a belt.
Franklin Webb
Just gave him the RoS Finn hair, really should’ve been what they went with.
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Riddler sits in a room in Arkham, with his only light coming from a desklamp. He leans back and looks at the door. The door opens and Robin steps into the room.
Rbn: "Hello Riddler."
Rdlr: "Robin. Really? Just you?"
Rbn: "Just me."
Rdlr: "What a pleasure. What do I own this visit to?"
Rbn: "I need answers."
Rdlr: "Every answer has his price."
Rbn: "Let's pretend I'll give you something, what would it be."
Rdlr: "Riddle me this: what do death, and Lincoln, have in common?"
Robin thinks for a moment.
Rbn: "Is it freedom?"
Rdlr: "A bit of an easy one, wasn't it? But yes. I'll tell you what you want to know, only if you can promise me freedom."
Rbn: "I can arrange a shortage of your sentence, but letting you leave is no option."
Riddler leans in a bit.
Rdlr: "Listen here birdshit, I've been rotting away in here for almost 2 years already. When Gotham was chaos, and you were missing, together with Batman and Batgirl, I was sitting here, in my cell. Calendar Men offered me freedom, but I figured I could collect a reward for my good behaviour. It's time for me to collect that reward. I want out, only then, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
Rbn: "Okay listen, I can give you a shortage, and I'll thrown in some extra therapy, but I can't just let you go."
Rdlr: "Then I won't tell you anything."
Robin takes a step forward and leans on the desk. Riddler leans back.
Rbn: "You see, I can give you one last chance. Tell me what I want to know, or I won't be the one you should be afraid of."
Riddler pauses.
Rdlr: "You said you were alone."
BM: "He's not."
All the light turn on, and it reveals Batman standing behind Riddler. He grabs his head and smashes it on the desk, keeping it down.
Rdlr: "Ouch! Hey! How is this allowed?!"
BM: "It's not! Now tell me what I want to know!"
Riddler looks at Robin with big eyes.
Rbn: "You see, I went easy on you. My partner on the other hand, will not."
Rdlr: "Okay! Okay. Easy. What do you want to know?"
BM: "Two years ago. You detonated bombs in the Star City museum of history. Why?!"
Rdlr: "Someone hired me to do that. As some kind of distraction."
BM: "Who hired you?!"
Rdlr: "Riddle me this: what do all the people in this facility have in common?"
Rbn: "Psychotic? Weird?"
Robin looks at Batman as he lets go of Riddler.
BM: "Strange."
Rdlr: "Very good Batman."
BM: "That's all I needed to know. Have a nice night Nygma."
Rdlr: "Wait! I did stay put when Calendar Man took over. I at least deserve something!"
BM: "You know what. I can't reduce your sentence, but I'll get you out of Arkham."
Rdlr: "You know what, that's something. Thank you Batman. I can give you a little tid bit more of info."
Batman stops and turns around.
BM: "What kind of info?"
Rdlr: "He was rather interested in one of your allies. Batboy. What even happened to him? Haven't seen him around lately."
Batman balls his fist, but Robin lays a hand on his shoulder.
Rbn: "Let's go."
Batman and Robin leave the room, where Cash and Ariana Arkham are waiting for them.
BM: "We got what we need. Thanks that you could arrange this Ariana."
AA: "No problem. You said you were gonna get him out of here? What are you planning?"
BM: "Prepare a transfer to Belle Reve prison in Louisiana. He wanted to get away from this hell hole, so he'll get his wish."
AA: "Fine. I'll arrange a transfer. You need anything else?"
BM: "Every file you have on Hugo Strange."
AA: "I'll see what I can find."
BM: "Put it on a flashdrive and give it to commissioner Gordon. He'll make sure it gets to me."
AA: "Will do. Have a good night."
Batman and Robin exit Arkham.
BM: "Sonething bothering you?"
Rbn: "You notice everything, don't you?"
BM: "Just tell me."
Rbn: "Well, before we left, Steph called you Bruce. You told her our identities?"
BM: "No, just mine. Your identity is your secret, so not mine to tell. You can tell her whenever you want to."
Rbn: "Thanks Bruce. Who's Hugo Strange?"
Bruce notices the blush on Tim's cheeks when he mentiones Steph, and decides to let it slide.
BM: "Strange is a mad scientist. He was a doctor at Arkham. Many say that was the reason behind his madness. Last time I fought him, Dick was still Robin. I presumed he died after our last encounter, when he tried to escape, but slipped and fell of the roof. But now it seems he has resurfaced."
Rbn: "And Riddler said he was interested in Ken. Why would that be?"
BM: "I don't know, but that is something we need to find out."
The Kabuki Twins approach fast. Robin throws a batarang but they avoid it and keep moving.
Splr: "They are fast."
Rbn: "So are we."
They take out their bo-staffs and prepare for attack. The Twins have their claws out and they cut Robin. Spoiler hits one of them over the head, but she cuts her too. The two get back up, with the Twins standing in front of the door.
Splr: "We can't take them, Robin. What do we do? Ask for back-up?"
Rbn: "That would take to long."
As they prepare for another round with the twins, Orca stands back up, and she stands behind Spoiler and Robin.
Orca: "Why aren't you dead yet?"
Splr: "Oh come on!"
Rbn: "Okay, maybe time for back-up."
Spoiler and Robin stand back to back with Orca and the Twins closing in. As they prepare to attack, the backdoor opens.
???: "Halt your attacks!"
Orca and the Twins look up, and in the opening stands Penguin, together with Magpie, one of his lieutenants. She aims a gun at Spoiler and Robin. Penguin steps outside and the Twins and Orca back off.
Pngn: "Robin and... Eehm, we haven't met yet, have we?"
Splr: "No we have not."
Pngn: "Ooh, you are a feisty one. So what do I call you?"
Splr: "Spoiler."
Pngn: "Interesting. So, Robin and Spoiler. What do I owe this visit to?"
Rbn: "Way to many things, but there is one in particular."
Pngn: "Shoot."
Rbn: "The murderer of Two-Face's lieutenant."
Oswald's eyes widen.
Pngn: "I see, you're after him too?"
Rbn: "Yes. We came here to ask if you had any information for us, but your goons wouldn't let us in."
Splr: "Our intentions were peacefully."
Pngn: "I see. My appologies. My men can get startled when they see capes and masks. Orca, go back inside. I won't need you for this... peacefull conversation."
Orca looks angry at Robin and Spoiler, but without saying a word she leaves.
Pngn: "So, the Watcher. What do you want to know?"
Rbn: "Everything you know about the murder."
Pngn: "Well lets see. Michael Segerra, wanted for many crimes. Got murdered last night by a man who calls himself the Watcher."
Splr: "The Watcher?"
Pngn: "Yes sweetheart. He calls himself the Watcher, because he claims he's always watching us. He could even be watching us right now."
Rbn: "Why does he want to kill you and Harvey?"
Pngn: "No clue. You know we have a lot of enemies, Harv and I. I don't know which one of them would like to kill us this time."
Rbn: "Do you know how he looks?"
Pngn: "You don't know how he looks? I thought you would've known already."
Rbn: "Why would that be?"
Pngn: "Because, the guy dresses up like your mentor. He dresses like Batman."
Rbn: "What? Really?"
Pngn: "Magpie, sweetheart, get the flashdrive with the feed from Michaels helmet please."
Magpie nodds and goes inside. A moment later she walks back out and hands the drive to Spoiler.
Pngn: "Those are Michael's last moments. His whole murder was filmed through a camera in his vizor. The Watcher is on there, the way he talks, the way he moves, his weapons. That should help you a lot."
Splr: "Why give this to us?"
Pngn: "Because the Watcher is a common enemy for the both of us. I would want him dead, but I suppose you wouldn't. That's why I won't get in your way."
Splr: "You want us to do your dirty work?"
Pngn: "If you would let me do it, there would be much more blood, and a higher bodycount. Now go. I can't be of any more assistance to you, and I have a casino to run."
Penguin nodds, and he and the Kabuki Twins and Magpie walk back in with him.
Splr: "You think this is legit?"
Rbn: "Penguin might be a villain, but he's an honest villain. Lets get back to the Batcave and see what's on here. Penguin might be right, this may help us a lot."
Spoiler puts the drive in a sidepocket and the both of them fire a grapplinghook into the night, and they swing away, as Penguin looks out of his window with a smile.
Another thing to add to my collection!
Camera key chain that flashes and makes a shutter noise when clicked on the shutter button! ♥
Great replacement for the camera flashdrive that I lost ):
Dig it! 12 petals visible on 12-12-12! :)
Photographed in the dark and the rain with flash.
Booya!
Merry Christmas 2012!
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I cannot for the life of me convince my other photographer friends that they need to stop delivering images on CD/DVDs as soon as possible (and if you're going to do it all, make sure you're charging accordingly... but that's another story for another day). Optical media is going the way of the floppy, and it's going there fast. Apple always sets the benchmark with hardware obsoletion, and they have started leaving optical drives out of their newest laptops. They were called crazy when they did that with the floppy.
Not to mention that flash drives are more robust, less prone to damage, easier to customize, ahead of the curve (for now), and have a longer shelf-life than burned CD/DVDs. Oh, and once you factor in customized CD/DVD cases which not only are pricy, but cost design time, these suckers are cheaper.
Strobist: SB-900 thru 22" covered beauty dish from about 3 feet, subject right
This delightful stealthy Ninjabob in black and cream is a giant among Jacabobs. Not only is he tall (3.5 inches) for his age but he has a much bigger brain than most of his little pals.
He adores computers and has a marvelous memory (4 GB USB Flash Drive), enjoys basking in the soft glow of a monitor and is quite content to be quiet while you work.
Aside from his wonderful memory, he is 99.9% wool and made by the needle felting method. It involves poking and poking...and poking a lumplette of wool in a full gauntlet until its form appears.
*He's pretty good at fending off would-be conversationalists on the bus or train too for those of you who would be happy to be left alone to read the paper. :oD
~Author Unknown
Macro Mondays (12.14.09): "Drive Me Wild"
USB Drive: I love my USB drive. Not sure how flashy he is, but he does thumb his nose at slower USB 1.0 devices, being as he is a speedy 2.0. He is envious of the 3.0 gadgets, and glares his orange reading light at them. He travels happily with me wherever I go, and never complains, except when I yank him out of my Mac without first ejecting the drive.
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USB žralok s Vaším potiskem je velmi originální řešení reklmaního předmětu
USB shark with promotional printing is really an original flashd rive solution
Pentax K-1, SMC Pentax-M 135/3.5
For PentaxForums.com Single in April Challenge
Stayed late this evening making drives of deposition exhibits for tomorrow. How nice to have four USB ports on the front! Somebody was thinking about that one...