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Post by Bane on Oct 26, 2012 21:57:57 GMT -5
The Gotham air almost seemed foreign nowadays. Spending so much time traversing the world, doing his deep cover work and his counterintelligence against the Justice League, Bane nearly forgot what His city's air smelled like under his lungs. If you paid close enough attention and wafted it in, you could smell every little detail. Gunsmoke, Iron, blood, and fear. Those were the scents that fumed the air around him. And rightfully so. After his 'performance' in Bludhaven for Gotham, the city was reignited it's old, simmering fear of the man. He once ruled Gotham after all and, by the mere chance of luck, it left his grasp. fortunately enough for Gotham, he wished to leave it behind. Why simply rule the ultimate city when you could command the world? And for that reason, he simply couldn't resist the need to give Gotham to it's original wild dog: The Joker. In good time of course. Bane was meticulously sharing out everything to all parties after all. Ra's was getting his share, pulling for instituting Gotham's newest Police Commissioner under his wing due to Jim Gordon's unfortunate.....accident. Bane made good sure that the "accident" was enough of one where Jim would be out for awhile. Naturally out anyway, he couldn't prevent Bruce and company from pushing their noses in. He preferred they would though, by the time Jim came to after all, it would be too late.
And now, here he was. Organizing an advanced, extremely discreet delivery of several payloads of new technology. Weapons and tools and advanced systems. All for testing purposes and discreet delivery. And not any simple discretion but, The kind to keep a Bat's nose off the movements. there were only three people in Gotham who know it intimately enough to navigate it thoroughly enough to move something around Gotham without Bruce knowing. Two of those such men, Joker and Bane, were already doing the work with it so, unless he actually focused on such subtle movements, he''d be in the dark for the time being. That was the plan anyway. Needless to say, the first payload was coming into a warehouse. Not a usual Joker storehouse or Bane one either. But rather, a sewer storage facility. Simply put, discreet. And after the last of his hired merc's did the job, they separated as Bane then turned towards the Joker, remembering the details that Lex had given him on the new technologies.
"And, here we are. Albeit a bit dark and dreary but, nothing can be done about that bit. If we don't want The Dark Knight to take away your new toys old "friend" then this is the method for doing so."
Bane said as he looked over the machines and weapons in question. Two types of machines, two tools and a shipment of advanced weapons for Joker to give to his guys to test out. A small shipment of fifteen Microcapsule launching devices. They had special ammunition that could fire erupting pellets that could erupt with either explosives, shrapnel, chemicals, or other utensils. Primarily designed to take synthetic Kryptonite powder or micro needle grenades. The two machines were a pair of advanced hyperchemical extractors and readers. A technology that could let someone fully analyze any chemical and then, alter it and modify it. The pair of tools Lex mentioned were Nano-Augmented Beam Disassembler. A large, two piston gun that could break down any material into a fine powder of it's rawest material form. All needed some, special testing and what better place than Gotham. A thought came to mind but he'd let it wait for now.
"Tell me, did you happen to catch my most recent....performance I was in? Albeit a stupid question, of course you did. I think it's better to ask if you enjoyed it?"
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Post by Joker on Oct 29, 2012 17:47:41 GMT -5
The Joker had spent the majority of his gray days in solitude, completely out of sight and out of mind. What was he doing? People had wondered in minced thoughts as they went about their business, so was he ingrained in Gotham’s mind that even after weeks, months even, they could still never really forget about him. Was he planning something? Was he finally dead?
Of course he was the soul proprietor of such a secret – and as of this latest disappearance, he was not dead. Just – waiting. For what? Oh - nothing in particular, just setting things up: stockpiling warehouses full of random weapons of destruction, secret hideouts, creating miscellaneous alliances. Luck usually tends to favor those who are prepared. And as luck would have, an old friend had recently knocked at his door with some interesting news.
Interestingly vague news. But really that was the best type of news. Upon hearing about the meeting place the Clown Prince of Crime jokingly remarked about the lizard man, Croc, living in the sewers; but never the less he agreed to meet his elusive friend, Bane, there.
It was raining the night that Bane had called for the meeting, which was just as well, both the Joker and Bane had wanted to keep a low profile – for various reasons – and rain was made for good cover. He had clothed himself in a modest deep black ink suit with a bright pop of a green tie and a leather royal purple overcoat and fedora hat to match. As he stepped into the facilities, his outer garments dripped with outside rain, but the rest of him was as strangely dry as a bone. He immediately spotted the venom fiend upon entering and discreetly grinned in his general direction.
“When you live in Gotham you get used to dark and dreary,” the Joker remarked, “It’s about adding some color to this town that’s the real problem.” His smile widened, and even more so with the mention of toys. “For me? Why you shouldn’t have!”
He turned his head about the floor and found the crates that were meant to be shipped out soon after. Without so much as question or a breath he immediately sprinted toward the boxes and began opening them. Like a child on Christmas Eve, he plunged his hand into the shipments and pulled out the various gadgets, looking them over with a keen eye, and either flippantly tossing it back into the dark abyss of the box or nod his head approvingly and place it back lovingly into its confines. He was most interested in the launcher, mostly because of its primary use as a canon cradle for particle kryptonite; which could always be useful.
“My, Lexy does make some beautiful toys. Be sure to send him my regards, poor boy suffers from any lack of a real personality, I’m sure he misses me so.” He chuckled before closing the crate back up.
He turned his attention back to Bane as he spoke, and nodded to him that he had indeed seen what he had done to Bludhaven and its lousy protector. “Mmm, yes, that crummy little town needed to be blasted off the map.” He said approvingly, “Though, it must’ve been pretty disappointing, fighting Batman-lite in Gotham’s-Downsyndromed-cousin-Bludhaven. Second rate it never as good as the real deal, no?”
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Post by Bane on Nov 17, 2012 17:11:06 GMT -5
"Second rate or not, It's always fun to hear the shattering of the weak before me. It had been too long since I last felt that sweet sound of bone's shattering before my fingertips."
Bane said with a grin of his own. Not like it would compare to the Cheshire Facade that forever painted itself upon the Clown Prince's face, but it got the point across. Bane wasn't much of one that people saw the varying caliber's of different emotion from. Aside from the usual, cold and calculating brutality he displayed, no-one really knew Bane's inner feelings aside from a select few. And he preferred to keep it that way. All the same, he had the Clown Prince before him, delightfully examining his gifts but, Bane doubted that the Clown knew of what most did aside from the guns. Bane pursed his lips for a moment as he examined the devices, remembering in the back of his mind what Lex had mentioned about them.
"The guns, while not in the largest of shipments, are more than suitable for taking down a small military platoon or a pesky Justice League Interloper. Simply load them with your choice capsules loaded with any kind of material you wish. Acids, explosives, your favorite Laughing Serum or whatever comes to mind. These readers are to accompany that. Now, you can tinker and analyze chemicals to your heart's content, even tinker and enhance ways you couldn't before. I left a present inside of it as a token of my....appreciation....for keeping an eye on the 'pets' while I was gone. Now this however. This tech right here you'll find the most amusing."
Bane said as he then lifted up the Nano disassembler. He flipped a collection of switches and turned a knob before the sound of whirring was heard coming from it's mechanisms. Without seeing it in action, it would be hard to explain how it truly worked. Bane didn't fully understand all the fine details, he knew however the particle beam contained charged nanites that rapidly broke materials down. After charging it for a moment, he turned around and pointed the tool, focusing it now on a large, steel column in the distance. Pulling the trigger, it fired a barely visible gray and white fuzzy beam towards the column. In a better lit environment it would be brighter but as it hit, there was no explosion. There was no large flash. The column just disappeared, leaving behind only a pile of metallic dust in it's wake.
"This is a Nano Dissambler Beam of sorts. The beam fires hyper charged nanites. To make the story short, they break materials down to their rawest state. In the case of the beam, a metallic pile of particles. I believe you will find this to be quite the handy tool. Need a quick escape from Arkham or a bank door to open or a Pesky Batmobile that would be required to lose it's wheel so...well, you know the rest."
Bane said with a smirk as he intentionally made that reference for a moment before putting the device down in front of him. As he did, he then tapped his hand on the compartment in the extractor. It already had a chemical compound in it and after flipping some switches, it began analyzing the compound fully down to the smallest details and also listed various methods to alter or create or infuse the compound into something else. While it didn't say an official name, Bane knew the chemicals as he placed a sample of his concentrated Venom into the device.
"Now you can make your own, though it will be tricky finding someone who can survive the concentrated mix, it might need some...modifications. In any matter, tell me this. Did Gotham enjoy the show? Or approve of my....impeachment....of the Commissioner? And don't worry about the crackdown, the new commissioner coming in has been personally selected by an old friend of ours....heavy emphasis on the old part."
Bane chuckled to himself at the way things were working out. His Society, his plays in Gotham and against the Dark Knight, his love life and his soon to be ascension in controlling the world's most devastating covert operations force. Things were playing all into his hand, everything was just going so smoothly. And best part of all, The Caped Crusader was still too busy with his recent endeavor's to focus on his.....grander plans. Which brought him to his next thought.
"Tell me friend, suppose this could all be yours without resistance or trouble. If you could be the sole owner of Gotham. Suppose we do what I did years ago....only coordinated better and with a more broader surgical strike to the entirety of this "Batman Incorporated" and neuter them. What would you say that we play the underworld like a Violin once more. It was quite effective. And to be honest, I've grown tired of this city. Bigger things call to me. But I must sever my ties here, and hand those remaining cut cords over to you. To be quite honest, there's only three people besides me that are capable of running things around here. I'm sure you can figure the other two. In any case, I have a proposition for you that if we are successful, will ensure the Clown Prince of Crime has his own throne and Kingdom as Gotham."
Bane grinned wickedly as he placated the thought over to his newest ally. Truth be told, this wasn't the entire part of the Society's plan, this was a more personal vendetta. To once and for all, conquer the man who was his equal. And to do it in the eyes of Ra's so the League would be granted his as for him to command. And as well, the feeling of finally finishing what he started so many years ago. He didn't mention that detail to the Joker though, he knew how privy he was to Bruce after all. More importantly however, the strikes wouldn't be random now. Bane knew very specific targets to strike down. And they would be broken into dust.
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