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 Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 4:19 pm
Below the towering skyscrapers and sloping Tenements of Gotham city, a phantom figure loomed, shrouded like Death standing within the antiquated Cemetery at the Far East end of The crooked city. Beneath the burlap mask, and breathing apparatus, the good doctor smiled, sinister and maddening over every scrape of human nails set against wood, elated with every petrified scream as the horrified girl below him locked away alive in a pine casket, gasped for breaths that could not come fast enough, completely unaware that her panicking was only shortening her lifespan that much faster. With each second a euphoric squeam of pleasure slid through his veins, dark delights to entertain the most sinister madmen, or the most skeptical scientists, he whom happened to be both... In a sense. If only he had the pleasure to feel what she could see, on her back in the grave trapped in a box, with he and his associates standing above her like the grim reaper among mourners at a funerary service. Donning a tattered coat of Swamp green, and brown he lingered there, thin and emaciated, spindly and spiderlike, like something out of a psychopaths worst nightmare. Above in the sky black storm clouds loomed, while a small patter of rain silently tinkled like musical pinpricks over the top of the lid. All of it was so fascinating it was difficult to keep up, quickly his fingers worked the ballpoint pen, scratching away at the pad, seeming to write her very epitaph... "--Betcha 50, says she panics herself to death?" the sudden voice of his cohort at his back, startled him only in the slightest, the beauty of being lost in his tainted world gone. Whirling around, he hissed, a small frown formed on his face hidden beneath his mask, over the sudden intrusion... "--Always too soon to tell, I certainly hope not..." compassion would foul the mind with deception, as he continued, voice rolling in a rumbling purr, the mask vacant and dead eyed, "--Naturally Trauma, the dead don't scream... What sort of a study could I hope to conduct on a corpse? She'd live if she only stopped squirming..." he hissed without remorse, dropping down from off the tombstone and landing on the coffin lid with a loud thump, that only frightened her more. Kicking the side annoyedly with his heel, he spoke again, crouching down and keeping his eyes low upon the polished wood below his feet "--Lesson number one, The more she struggles, the quicker she passes...only she can't get that through her thick skull." he explained... "--Such a sad waste... They all are... Which is why I give them purpose..." he commented off handedly, while his merry brood of Monsters, Trauma, Terror, and Depravity watched the outskirts of the Graveyard for signs of intruders. While Crane wasn't severely opposed to company, he was perturbed by the wrong kind.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 9:46 pm
Amidst the shadowed city of Gotham, the drenching serenity of the clouds above loomed over the tall skyscrapers. Encompassing trends of pour throughout the roofs of the concrete jungle, a dark agile silhouette could be seen executing dynamic styles of travel above.
It was Nightwing's first patrol back into Gotham City, and so far he hasn't seen too much during it.
Bruce, really straightened out the place.
He thought, somersaulting onto another rooftop overlooking the Gotham Cemetery. He scoured past Central Gotham, and the East End. A few run ins with some deadbeat thugs and pimps, nothing too much that he couldn't handle. Despite that, he was fueled. Ready to take on what else is next that he would encounter.
He pulls out a miniature but highly sophisticated binocular from the storage of his gauntlet. Putting it against his eyes scanning the area in different levels of zoom as well different types of visions; particularly the thermal imaging heat sensor. A peculiar set of body heat could be seen gathered further into the Cemetery. To top that, two particular anomalies could be identified faintly within the ground. Strange. He secures the gadget away and grapnels toward the Cemetery.
Discreetly making his way to the group, he noticed the group of men were armed. He made his way near a marble resting chamber and observed them from around the corner, unspotted.
Big deal.
Grinning to himself, summoning another reliable gadget from his back. The disruptor allowed him to disable weapons to become unusable and or manipulated in a way to betray the target's beholder. Similar to a rifle, he aimed and picked his targets, disabling and sabotaging the armed men's weapons. He approached them with caution, letting the unaware guards pass by till he reached a gravestone big enough to conceal his body. With that done, he decided to make his grand entrance...."Hey, guys!"Coming from around the corner with his shoulders bucked upward and hands out extended. His torso twisted in a receptive motion."Burying someone alive isn't something most people do these days! Kinda 19th century behavior don't you think?! "He yelled, having himself be known from the sound of heavy rain pouring down to the very soil they stood upon. Still unaware who could be down below the open grave.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 11:57 pm
Safe to say Crane was distracted, fiercely jotting his notes down, descriptions due for every passing second that ticked away under his watch, until a voice sounded, disembodied almost, thrown like a Ventriloquist from within the cemetery, they were no longer alone. His gang clearly upset, anxious to discover their weapons were suddenly useless. "--Hey guys! Burying someone alive isn't something most people do these days! Kinda 19th century behavior don't you think?" Crane would have lopped his tongue off at the source, but he was in the middle of a demonstration, the last thing he needed was to have Subject Zero corrupt priceless knowledge. He was a scientist, nay... An artist, and his craft was fear, if the human mind was his canvas, then terror and anxiety could be his brushes and paint. "--How delightfully perceptive of you Nightwing, and lo, while being buried alive is a thing of the past, it still plagues the minds of men, what pray tell, do you fear?" While they waited, he answered thoroughly, clicking his pen thoughtfully, face devoid of life and emotion, lost beneath a ragged swathe of dusky burlap, "--in case you're wondering," he began, glancing towards the woman's coffin, "--No one is exempt from experimentation, therefore I have no real preference, as far as genders go, everyone suffers from one fear or another, delightfully, I'd like to know and experience each and every one of them, however... children have the most potent fears, " he uttered, grinning wildly, inhuman. And then the screaming began, violent, horrified, ear splitting as box girl begged, shrieking, voice muffled from within her hold, "--Oh Christ! Get them off! Get them off!! Please help... ********> "--An unexpected reaction to be sure, must be hallucinating rats, or roaches," mock yawning pressing his slender digits against his mouth, he rocked forward, scribbling down a few more notes before tucking the pad Away in his coat. "--Unfortunately Nightwing, I'm in no mood for entertaining at this hour, I've need to process my notes. Trauma, Terror, Depravity... Bury our guest, 6 feet under." crouching down on his haunches, while his gang advanced on the hero, he muttered softly, "--For shame, not quite original are we miss? Looks like a few phobias, Katsaridaphobia the fear of cockroaches, or Musophobia the fear of rodents. We could always step it up though, steal away the illusion.. Hmm, perhaps bury her alive with said fears... Oh ho, that could be good" he chimed joyfully, a twisted smile visible there on his face, dutifully ignoring the situation, an ace up his sleeve, and without hesitation, he'd offer it, "--May want to let sleeping dogs lie Nightwing, that girl needs to remain in the coffin... It would suit you best, she was injected with a deadly pathogen, you free her... You'll be the source of a great epidemic,hundreds, thousands may die... Do you dare open the lid?" a choice presented, what would he do? Was Crane bluffing?
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:13 pm
 "How delightfully perceptive of you Nightwing, and lo, while being buried alive is a thing of the past, it still plagues the minds of men, what pray tell, do you fear?" "To tell you the truth hoss, what scares me the most is that you've not been keeping up with your dental plan." He hears the sudden cries of the woman beneath the surface, the once smug smile swept away from his face. "--Unfortunately Nightwing, I'm in no mood for entertaining at this hour, I've need to process my notes. Trauma, Terror, Depravity... Bury our guest, 6 feet under." His titled assailants began to surround the vigilante, tossing away their unusable firearms while cracking their knuckles with one putting on brass. Two came to lunge, he quickly gets on his hands with his legs splitting in mid-air and spin kicked the approaching men. Stunned, the lone one charged taking the unaware acrobat for surprise. To his astonishment, he was severely wrong. The agile man somersaulted backward from his pending position, then executing a front flip over Mr. Trauma and summoning his beloved escrima sticks in the equation. Behind him now, he bunts the back of his knee with the end of a stick, falling into a half-crouch. He bludgeoned another to the outline of his upper shoulder, the man screaming in pain with a two-for attack to the side of his head. The guardsmen fell out of their stun, and continued to follow suit. The one with the metal knuckle strikes for the sternum, dodging swiftly to the side Nightwing wraps both arms around the striking arm; taking a clinched position as he knee strikes the man's abdomen twice-- and twice to the forehead. He elbows the man to the back of his dome as he curled to the pain, dropping to the ground. Nightwing tossed an escrima into the air, sudden volts of electricity appears at one end when it falls back into his palm. The man kicks, Nightwing blocks with his shin, Depravity losing balance, he falls toward him. He catches the man with the end of the charged escrima to his chest, reacting uncontrollably till Nightwing let go, letting the man face-plant to the mud. He nods his head followed by a cocky grin, thinking over the subtle feat.
He walks over to Scarecrow, keeping distance to prevent an unnecessary attack on the victim. The crouched man turned around, facing the masked hero. "It's over, Crane. Pack up your bags, you and your boys are gonna need an escort to the nearest rehab center." "--May want to let sleeping dogs lie Nightwing, that girl needs to remain in the coffin... It would suit you best, she was injected with a deadly pathogen, you free her... You'll be the source of a great epidemic,hundreds, thousands may die... Do you dare open the lid?" Nightwing, somersaults over to Scarecrow kicking him backward through his diaphragm, landing two meters over the open hole of the potentially buried victim. Calling Crane's bluff, and the unnerving screams below, he dares to pry open the casket, grabbing a nearby crowbar, groaning to the effort he has to pull opening it. Then a loud crack manifested, pulling the door off and up above him, he looks below as he revealed what was inside.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 12:49 am
First came an insult right out of the gate, it was evident Nightwing was trying to get under his skin, trying to rattle his cage, desiring to see him slip up, lose his footing and make a mistake, but Crane was no loutish fool, his mind was acute, always active whirring away like clockwork, it would take more then a faux insult on his hygiene to tempt him into a foolish attack. Courageously his men fought, yearning to please their better, useless, after all this was Batmans progeny, he wouldn't fall, not under the fists of hired thugs, and so for now Crane watched, jotting down the occasional note, committing it effortlessly to memory. Down and around they danced, one falling, followed by the second, and finally the third, toppled by a simple stick... 'pathetic' he mused, looking over his former guard, useless lumps of flesh, surrounding the black blue hero, "--It's over Crane. Pack up your bags, you and your boys, are going to need an escort to the nearest rehab center," Crane had other plans, feigning a bluff, daring him to take a peek inside the coffin, he would have been knocked back, kicked unceremoniously to the ground. Gasping for a breath of air, supply coming in steady as gasps turned to savage laughter, when the coffin lid was pried free, triggering a chain of events, setting off a F.E.A.R toxin canister, smothering the breathable air with heavy poisons, drowning the young woman in fear, pushing her right over the edge, breaking her mind permanently, sanity shattered and lost. Clearing his throat, Scarecrow rose to his feet speaking, sharp sinister voice sterile and robotic behind his burlap tressed gas mask, "--The pathogen was a lie, but the rest was truth... Best not stick your nose where it's not wanted Robin," he hissed, using his former name speaking as if it were not a name mentioned in polite society. "--you've been administered a highly concentrated dose of F.E.A.R 6, in its purest form, Just a single whiff is all it takes, and you'll soon be drowning in horrors beyond your imagination, what is real... What is not? Soon it will all blur together, blend, your mind turning against you, and then you'll be mine... Patient Zero, I can't wait to get you on my slab, and peel the layers of your brain away like onion skin."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 6:25 pm
Known to be stubborn, he was conflicted if he should call backup. Batman personally called upon Nightwing to look after Gotham while he was gone. With others like Red Robin and Huntress, he wasn't sure why he would call for him when there were others just as competent to watch over the city. He did argue crime statistics had significantly dropped, and Bludhaven police were getting a better hold of the city from the help of Nightwing. He agreed, perhaps there was a falling out with Red Robin. They're relationship had been in a conflict with a particular case they were both pursuing. He didn't care for the details, he didn't want to get involved with that but was more interested in taking care of Gotham City while he was gone... Wherever he would be.
Groggily walking toward Crane, he appeared to be the most demonic figure he had ever seen since Trigon with the Titans. "Just a single whiff is all it takes, and you'll soon be drowning in horrors beyond your imagination, what is real... What is not? Soon it will all blur together, blend, your mind turning against you, and then you'll be mine... Patient Zero, I can't wait to get you on my slab, and peel the layers of your brain away like onion skin." "Sorry hoss...but when it comes to check ups... I go because mostly for the hot lady nurses."His fear was getting the better of him, but still he retained his humor. He begins to charge toward him, just soon when he makes contact he goes through from what would be Crane. It wasn't, the hallucinations were creating things that weren't there. Clones or dopplegangers of Crane began to appear. He strikes with a variety of fighting styles to each individual figure. Eventually feeling an actual strike come in contact, Crane stumbled backward to the soil. "I'm not.... going to be... some freak science experiment."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 7:54 am
Within the darkness of the nighttime cemetery, a different sort of predator loomed, unpredictable, and cunning... biding time patiently waiting, watching to see how the events would all pan out, Nightwing and Scarecrow not as alone as previously thought within those shadows. The scuffle had proceed as imagined, goons eating dirt, Crane taking hits, a warning, and then the coffin lid had been pried for the principle of morals, and with it horror unleashed, FEAR swept into the air surrounding the hero, entombing him with visions of madness, lost within its terrible grip. Her past had hammered into her rare glimpses of truth and consequences, understanding her fellow criminal better then most, and despite his chagrin all would eventually lose their grip on reality, all would eventually succumb to its power, especially at such a concentrated range. It had been decided, She would interfere, the time was now. Scarecrow had laughed aloud, his mirth betraying him as Nightwing finally landed a successful blow beneath the haze, but as he stumbled back, falling Ivy spied Scarecrow reach from behind himself, a sickle, glittering silver and sadistic in the palid moonlight, he sprang... Seemingly hellbent on launching an attack against the hero. Before he could hope to drive the jagged farm tool down into Nightwings chest or shoulder a gnarled root snatched his wrist, shooting out from deep beneath the earth, he was certainly livid when he spied who it was disturbing his game, but even more so 'one of their own' but before he could hope to turn on her for the ladies betrayal, Ivy had snatched the second wrist, and then if successful bound Nightwing in the similar fashion, but not for the purposes one would expect, turning towards the former Robin, the floronic Goddess, approached shining like an incredible light within the darkness, "--Nightwing I'm afraid what Crane says is true, you've received a lethal dose of FEAR, untreated you will die, training may hold it at bay... But it must be flushed from your system," without more then a thought the roots shifted, drawing the hero closer to her, like a fly trapped within the spiders web. Cupping his jaw between delicate fingers, she leaned in planting a chaste kiss upon his cheek, but instead of flooding him with toxins, or losing himself further within her chemical embrace, something miraculous happened, Nightwings head would seem to clear, shadows diminished by rays of warm sunlight, reality swarming back into being like a hive of insects, and then the vision cleared, allowing him free use of his faculties, and slowly the roots unraveled, loosening it's safe grip on Him, holding the Scarecrow however still at bay... Remaining however, Ivy hung back in the shadows for now simply voyeur once more.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 8:15 am
The attack had struck him, knocked him back flat nearly knocking the wind from his lungs, desperate Crane launched himself forward, madness addling his mind, hellbent on collecting the hero one way or another, even if he was broken. But before he could hope to break the skin, his hand swung backwards, jerked above his head, the sickle unceremoniously dropping to the floor at his feet, 'Roots!?' whirling around he saw the Botanical beauty Ivy emerge from the boughs of the enormous tree like some ethereal vision of a bygone Greek era, a vision that was ******** with his good work, "--What do YOU think you're doing!?" he hissed, you spoken as if it were not a word mentioned in polite society, it was clear he was on the verge of hysterics, furious she had intervened... To save HIM! And when she had collected them both in her snares, Crane watched... As she perched herself before Nightwing, kissing him delicately, fog lifting, mending his mind... "--Nightwing, I'm afraid what Crane says is true, you've received a lethal dose of FEAR, untreated you will die, training may hold it at bay... But it must be flushed from your system," cleared of horrific visions, appearing to come to, John snarled, wide eyed and livid, "--Fool! What have you done!? Do you not suspect he'll send you screaming back to that pit they call Arkham when he's finished with me!? How DARE you betray us Ivy, your so dead, extinguished, you hear me!? I will get out and I will maim you, FEAR may fall incompatible to your unique anatomy, but I'll smother you with Herbicide, you garden pest!" he screamed, Chest heaving wildly as he thrashed trying to free himself, even by means of dislocating his wrist...
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 11:29 pm
To Nightwing's amazement, surely the situation could have lead to his demise. In utter hallucination of Scarecrow's toxin he was sure to be doomed from Crane's demented plot. He steadied himself, the nightmarish images come across his vision, impairing his focus to the task at hand. Stupid thing to do. He thought, unaware to what would've happened to the girl. Although he can not deny he made a call, despite the chance of either outcome to turn in his favor it would've concluded as an ultimatum nonetheless. He watched the demon summon a gleaming piece of metal. A sickle perhaps, he wasn't too sure because of the toxin's horrific visual interpretation. The demon lunged at the hero, but just then a springing root appeared under him- warping around the villains striking hand, then his other. All was a blur till the same occurred to the hero, in the midst of it all he hears a sweet melodic voice say his name- contradicting to the hearing manipulation to the toxin ."--Nightwing I'm afraid what Crane says is true, you've received a lethal dose of FEAR, untreated you will die, training may hold it at bay... But it must be flushed from your system," Suddenly the roots wrapped around him stopped shifting, opening his eyes to see the feeling of soft lips touch his cheek. The torment he was suffering had been wiped out, and lo seeing the beautiful green seductress before him.
Nightwing, regressing back to his normal mental state he noticed the roots had broke him free. On one knee, he looked over to the retiring Poison Ivy. "Why? Why would you help me?" His voice was low and rattled, still settling in from the situation. He then looks over at Crane, relentless even after being foiled from his plot. He stands then strides over, picking up his dropped escrimas from the ground and holstering them to his back. He stands before Crane, fighting to use his strength to break free from the Botanical Beauty's wrath, but to no avail. "Seems like you're not going to find out the truth about your hypothesis, eh hoss?" He grinned, forgetting the victim for a moment, in the casket she howled her mad howl in the luminous night. The rain had slowed, sprinkling less than it's prior pouring state. He looked over, walking toward the hole of where the victim laid. There was no turning her back, she was lost. His one victim he failed to save in the night. He drops down and reaches to her, pulling an injective sedative from his belt he injects her in the neck with it. Her mad screams, dying like the darkened skies of the clouded pale moonlight. "--Fool! What have you done!? Do you not suspect he'll send you screaming back to that pit they call Arkham when he's finished with me!? How DARE you betray us Ivy, you're so dead, extinguished, you hear me!? I will get out and I will maim you, FEAR may fall incompatible to your unique anatomy, but I'll smother you with Herbicide, you garden pest!" Hearing the exclaiming Crane, he nods his head to his ploy to alter Ivy's mind, seeming how desperate. He leans down, and gathers her flail body in his arms. Reaching one arm under both her knees and one wrapped around her upper back, he lifts her up and had her lay on the grass above the surrounding empty grave. Pulling himself up, he looks toward Crane and gave him a foul look. He squat down and collected the unconscious victim once again in his arms.
Standing upright, he walked toward Crane keeping his vile look steady at him before stopping a foot distance from him and the victim. "You see what you caused? Because of you, this girl wont go back to the comfort of her own home. Because of you, this girl couldn't say a proper goodbye to her family. Because of you, she ceases to live her life the way she would have wanted to!" His mouth was formed in a snarl, revealing the side of his teeth clenched together. Bending his head back, he headbutts Crane. Seeing him still in a formidable state, he stepped back and twisted his body to unleash a roundhouse kick to the side of his face. Inspecting him to be in a near unconscious state, he turns away and left him there to deal with the banging feeling of his head- knowing a trickle of blood had been made aligning down his nose somewhere underneath his mask. He strides over to Ivy, with the girl still in his arms he stopped, and kept a reasonable distance. "Thank you, I don't know if I would've managed without your help." He paused. "This is... new for you. What was that supposed to be?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 7:59 am
Nightwing was clearly bewildered by her strange intervention, another time, had she been in his shoes she might have laughed over the situation, why was she helping him? Pamela's eyes half closed, heavy black lashes drooping over golden green eyes, she had grown in more ways then one, ultimately coming to her senses, with all her power, all her might, all her violent protests, with every fight and fall against the "family" or the League, she was doing more harm then good for her beloved Earth... Perhaps if she could simply educate humanity into making better choices? It was a long horrific path, a journey she was frightened to take, wrought with enemies on all sides but she was willing to take that leap. The woman, 'Of course' Ivy had nearly all but forgotten, standing a distance away, Crane still locked in her embrace Pam, flicked her unruly gaze in the heroes direction, as he gathered the girl in his arms, her body limp. Stepping before the mad Doctor, "--You see what you caused? Because of you this girl won't go back to the comfort of her own home. Because of you this girl couldn't say a proper goodbye to her family. Because of you she ceases to live her life the way she would have wanted to," even before, Cranes ruthless comment, and Nightwings strike against her newfound adversary, she felt a chill, his words hitting home completely. And then he turned to her, "--Thankyou, this is...new for you. What was that supposed to be?" "--Not so long ago, I was in a position a lot like her, only I didn't have a happy ending... And no one was there to save me but myself," she didn't get into details, didn't have too... Everyone knew about the tragedy she suffered in her early years before becoming Ivy, the thing that made her. Leaning in, she pecked the girls cheek in a similar fashion, simply... Feeling... And then she shot back, voice hopeful, "--There's still time for her happy ending..." Ivy replied, voice hurried, pushing past his question on her motives for now, "--There's nothing I can do for her here, but If you'll trust me this one time, bring her... I may be able to bring her back to her senses, at my lab at the Gardens..." she suggested, feeling genuine sympathy for the poor girl... She hadn't wished anyone to ever see the fear and disgust her parents had within their eyes the night she returned home, certainly not this woman.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 8:55 am
This wasn't over, not by a long shot... First Nightwing was the center of his morbid fixation, but now the both of them had popped on his radar, both with reasons infinitely different then the other, however both for their interference. He needed a plan, needed strength, needed the ability to play ball on their level... 'Or above it, I will not fail again' he hissed, quietly to himself. With little choice he maintained his position, locked in that infernal harlots web, dangling like a spider while Nightwing did his best to calm the nerves of that wretched creature locked in the coffin, despite the loss of his notes, experiment ruined, one should take every small victory when they arrive, the hero had failed to save one, Crane smiled from behind his mask, he only wished he could see. "--Perhaps you can repurpose her as a sitting chair Nightwing," he'd joke, chuckling over his little attempt at humor. And then he appeared before him, livid "--You see what you caused? Because of you this girl won't go back to the comfort of her own home, because of you this girl couldn't say a proper goodbye to her family, because of you she ceases to live her life the way she would have wanted to," "--Oops," he joked cattily, "--I gave her life purpose, and meaning... She had nothing before she met me, she's helped me see a little bit clearer... My broken beloved angel," without the pleasure of a response, Nightwing bashed him hard into the head, and before he could hope to recover, followed it off with an expertly timed roundhouse kick that filled his head with muggy swarming darkness, through the foggy haze of Nightwings crippling attack, Crane heard Ivy... Her... Suggestion 'She can be saved' 'No!' Crane thought, wanting to scream out, but words not forming clear, 'No' and then he was lost, slipping out into a different kind of fog... Unconscious, but deep in the recesses of his mind, he was far from finished, this city would be privy to a new awakening, and Ivy and Nightwing would have a front row seat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 4:54 am
 "--There's nothing I can do for her here, but If you'll trust me this one time, bring her... I may be able to bring her back to her senses, at my lab at the Gardens..." "I can't say I fully trust you.." He paused, looking down to the face of the unconscious girl in his arms. His eyes closed for a moment, and turned to face Ivy as they reopen. "...but I have no choice but to. If it means saving this girl's life then I will." Repositioning his handling on the girl, he reaches for his belt and taps onto a button calling for his car. Appearing before the scene, the vibrating engine of the Nightbird could be felt through the confines of the cemetery. The car stops, and automatically parks itself near Nightwing. Evading the surrounding headstones in their location. Fixing his grasp of the girl in his arms, he walks over to his vehicle using his foot to pull the handle as the inside front seat folded. He leaned in and set her body in the backseat as she took the space as her own. He manually readjusted the seat and closed the door behind him.
Facing Ivy, he gave her a slight smile to indicate an appreciation from him. Looking over at Crane, he seemed to be unconscious from the looks of it. Tapping onto his belt, a pouch opened revealing a phone. Drawing it to his hand and by a push a button, it automatically began calling 911 as well as disclosing the location through a voice operating system. Putting it away, he looks at Ivy. Giving her a nod that she could let go of her grip to the menacing doctor. Striding over, he watches the passed doctor crumble to the floor as the protruding vines retract back to their burrowed holes. "What a gal." He said to himself quietly. Standing over him, he knelt to one knee and pulled a set of high tech cuffs out- courtesy of Batman. Setting each of Crane's arms to the arc of his spine, the crunching sound of each locking could be heard from where Ivy stood. Taking a second of closure, he inspected the area. Seeing the unmarked tombstone of the grave that the girl would have suffered in, he made decision to take him there. Tugging on the man's trench collar, his body rustled against the grass till his body was set against the stone. Having him sit upright, he began to use wire from his grapnel gun and made use of it. The type of material of the wire was durable and stiff, meaning the likeliness of wedging his way upward off the stone would result to nothing but frustration and tightening of the material. Tying a secure knot behind the stone, as well as the already set cuffs behind his back, the chances of Scarecrow escaping would be slim to none. Of course, the police would have to have some kind of counteracting material to dispose and release Crane with. Luckily, old Bats had given plenty for Jim Gordon and his department in the recent months. Patting his hands as if they had dust, he looked down at Crane one last time. "This was a new low Crane... even for you." Turning around, he notices Ivy leaning against his car as if she was waiting for him. He walked to her, passing by the dismayed goons out cold on the wet sullen ground. His grin was a little wider than the last until he stood before her. "The police should be on their way to pick up the trash. How much time do we have left?" From the blaring sirens in the distance, it seemed there isn't that many.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 9:49 am
"--I can't say that I fully trust you," "--Fair enough, at least you're willing to give it a shot...for her sake." before he could ask how she imagined she could help the girl, Pamela replied, "--I've done my homework, keeping up tabs on every chemical element introduced to Gotham, from Jokers laughing gas, to Scarecrows FEAR, I'm unaffected by their components, but should they ever have found the key to overcoming my immunities, I wanted to stay one step ahead of them... Guess it's good I did, after this little stunt I'll be the Black Sheep of our... The criminal community. Guess this is how Selina feels," she commented off handedly. Prepared to Hotwire a car, half expecting the hero would bust out a sleek but impractical little Motorcycle, she was content in seeing Nightwing had a vehicle on hand, roomy enough to transport the three of them to her Garden. Having contacted the authorities, he'd given her a signal, Doctor Crane wasn't going anywhere, they'd be upon the Cemetery in no time, collecting Crane for transportation to Arkham. So she released her hold, the roots collapsing back into the earth losing their grip on him, leaving only small open fissures in the grass and soil. Unaware of his off handed comment, she Watched silently as he propped Crane poetically against the tombstone where his victim would have lie, had they not arrived as they did, securing him in such a manner it would be impossible for him to flee should he gain consciousness. When he'd finished with Crane, he returned, replying "--The police should be on their way to pick up the trash. How much time do we have left?" opening the side door to his car, she paused, slender arms draped along the roof, "--She's stronger then Crane formerly believed so, hanging on to that last piece of sanity, but for how long? I can't be completely certain, we still have a deadline. If you're not going to cuff me, which I wouldn't blame you. How fast can you get across the city?"
Fast enough, assuredly, record timing, Ivy imagined they might have broken the sound barrier, or at least a couple laws in driving, before long they were parked outside the wood and glass canopy of the illustrious Botanical Gardens, only made more impressive by the loving touch of a certain Botanical beauty. If she hadn't been cuffed to the interior of the car, Ivy would hurriedly exit, as if every precious moment count, "--Bring her inside, and set her on the gurney... I'll see my babies won't harm either of you... Guess you'll just have to trust me on that too," she added with a small smirk, swiftly leading the way. Within the interior, the greenhouse was lush, tropical, and humid, the air filled with a vast array of sweet floral scents, the paths crowded with overgrown vegetation, fighting for space, as if the maiden showed a softer side, having no heart to cut them back. Through the twisting trails, past her beloved (often animated) man sized Venus fly traps lovingly called Adam and Eve, down a single corridor, they'd come to an obvious looking lab of sorts, filled with medical and scientific equipment, appearing as if it was pulled straight out of the hospital... Save for one tiny minute detail, the visible soil there beneath her dainty feet as if she constantly longed to remain close to her beloved Earth. "--Set her there, I'll get started immediately..." Ivy stated, slipping a lab coat over her slender frame, glasses up the bridge of her nose, reminding one she hadn't always been the ethereal menace she was today, drawing back to a time in the past when Pamela had been human, a mousey but innocent little lab geek... Before everything she had ever known, changed....
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