As you walk out of the gym, nursing more than a few bruises from your successful sparing session with Wonder Woman, your attention turns to Slade Wilson and the obese version of the Joker hanging on in the Watchtower’s detainment area. If anyone could hold them it would be the Justice League. But you doubted they would be the ones to get Slade to talk, that would have to be you. Slade hated you beyond belief and all rational thought, he got sloppy around you. That was something you could work with.

You walk down the hall and begin thinking of just how to get there though. You were (barely) a probationary associate of the group. For less than a month too. Unless you wanted to break in to see him, you were going to have get the go ahead of someone in the Justice League. But who?

>A.) See where Wondy went after you left and ask her.

>B.) Try to track down the Flash, he used to be a Titan.

>C.) Hang on in the cafeteria, see if you could corner a wandering member.

>>1863210
>C.) Hang on in the cafeteria, see if you could corner a wandering member.

>>1863210
>B.) Try to track down the Flash, he used to be a Titan.

>>1863210
>C.) Hang on in the cafeteria, see if you could corner a wandering member.

As tempting as it is to potentially catch WW in the locker room, lets meet someone else on the watchtower

>>1863210
>>C.) Hang on in the cafeteria, see if you could corner a wandering member.

>>1863210
>C

>>1863210
>C.) Hang on in the cafeteria, see if you could corner a wandering member.

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You head towards the cafeteria, a little amazed at it. Half a dozen staff members sat or mingled about there on the typical tiled floors and wooden stools that made but these places. It would be extremely banal, if not surreal given where this was occurring, if it wasn’t for the food stations. Three chefs, stood behind glass and wood counters offering food that looked like it could have come out of a three star restaurant. One served barbecue foods, seen roasting in sweet sauces and open dancing red flames that spun around, chicken, beef, and vegetables chard to perfection. Another seemed to be serving seafood, with shrimp, crayfish, and other stews bubbled away, while prepared salmon and swordfish just waiting to be slide onto a plate. The last just served a variety of salads, soups creamed and otherwise, and freshly baked bread. It all smelled delicious though. You look up and notice in two days it would switch to French and Chinese dishes. Damn they lived fine up here.

You crab a bowl of crayfish stew with parsley and a lot of different onions in it. Chunky, chewy flavorful enough it feels like you’re still eating it after you finish the bowl with all that flavor. You don’t know if you’ve been siting there long or just finished your food fast, but no heroes passed by you. You begin to think you hear something whispering to the side of you but that’s impossible. No one was there.

Still you glance after and just seed a red and black rubber box. The psssttting sound seems to be coming from it though, even if there wasn’t a visible place where the sound was coming from. Could it be a new League invention. More than possible, the League was ten years ahead of where civie tech was. You reach over and poke it, then left it up with your hand. Damn, was it heavy for a pox that could fit in pant pocket. You pry your fingers in in the middle, hoping to rip the damn thing open. A loud indignant screech comes from the thing.

“Hey kid, I’m a married man, watch where you put those fingers!!!” Plastic Man screams, his head uncoiling from the cube and into your face, snarling. Still it almost seemed like a smile.

>A.) What? How

>B.) Funny Eel, what are you doing?

>C.) Alright enough ribbing the new guy, how about doing me a favor instead.

>>1863355
>B

>>1863355
>B.) Funny Eel, what are you doing?

"Also, my bad, man!"

>>1863355
>B

>>1863355
>>B.) Funny Eel, what are you doing?

>>1863355
>B.) Funny Eel, what are you doing?

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“Funny Eel, what are you doing? This some type of gag” You ask, sighing and laughing all at once.

“Waiting for Power Girl, she left her make up case her and well...wait why am I telling you this. For all I know you’re a rat!” Eel says, shifting himself into a red and gold rat with the face of O’Brian and his signature googles out of a b sci film. “Got to keep the circle small on this, very small. Important work.”

You lift your eyebrows a bit at that. Powergirl was under suspicion of Justice League...or at the very least Plastic Man. She was a very recent Council member of the Justice League, supposedly the sister of Superman, but come on. You doubt someone that high up was no good. Still...you were designed for that purpose it seemed from all the evidence. It was possible, however unlikely, someone beat H.I.V.E to the punch or that you were just a back up. Or maybe she was an agent of the United States Government? Very possible for her real loyalties to be overlooked there, considering how close the government and Justice League were.

“Why? You sneaking dirty pictures without consent there O’Brian.” You ask

“Ouch, that hurt. Nah, I’m all for jokes and banter but that is a step too far for me pal, once again married man. Not sex pervert. Bats and I just think she isn’t who she’s telling us she is. We think she was or is, CIA.” He continues.

Ah.

“Well that interesting but I got a favor to ask.” You start, before, Plastic Man balloons up, one eye google looking you up and down like a magnifying glass.

“Wait a minute, wait. Wait. Let’s get a look at you. Wow, I hate saying this but what they say is true nobody is that straight. You just might work.” Eel says, whistling.

“Excuse me?” You ask

“Never mind, what’s the favor kid?” Eel asks

>A.) Never Mind

>B.) I’d like to conduct a one on one interrogation of Slade Wilson

>C.) No seriously what? I’d be willing to help you out

>>1863485
>>C.) No seriously what? I’d be willing to help you out

>>1863485
>C.) No seriously what? I’d be willing to help you out

>>1863485
>>C.) No seriously what? I’d be willing to help you out
Time to help second best JL bro.

>>1863485
>C
>D>>1863485

>>1863485
>C.) No seriously what? I’d be willing to help you out
Favor for a favor

>>1863485
>>B.) I’d like to conduct a one on one interrogation of Slade Wilson

>>1863485
>C

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“No, seriously what? I’d be willing to help you out Eel.” You say.

“Oh man that’s great. Was going to try and spring it on you later but I’m glad you’re just willing to lend a hand. I’ve got two. One is pretty simple, old bud in Vice City just asked it and I couldn’t turn him down. Some cat going by the handle Snowflame is getting big in the Flordia drug trade. He’s working with the commies, something I don’t give a crap about but Uncle Sam does, and is peddling literals tons of cocaine into the country, which I do care about. You have a small profile, even now, so I was going to ask you to go undercover using Bats and my contacts. Don’t worry I’ll inform the Titans, they’ll give the go ahead.” O’Brian asks all charm and smiles, returning to a normal human form and reclining on the stool across from you.

“Okay, what was the second one?” You ask

“Well I’m about at the limit of where pretending a pervert could get me. Soon Power Girl really is going to feel harassed, which means not only would I be a total dick and that the investigation ends for the time being. Power Girl as seen how crazy Bats is, everyone else thinks Batman’s suspicions of her are paranoid delusion, and I’m a married man and creep in her eyes. Thought this whole thing went pear shaped until you came along. The Barely Legal Female Kryptonite” Plastic Man says, turning into a pear shaped thing big enough to still fill out that stool “So would you be a pal and get close to Power Girl...so Bats and I can get the dl on her? Listen you do this, and I shouldn’t be telling you this but the Justice League is assembling another sub team as an olive branch to the UN. Wondy already thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread, but help me out not only will I back ya...so will Batman. Plus you are still kinda of single aren’t you. As Harley could testify, happily, you are still not in an exclusive relationship.

>A.) What!?!

>B.) Sure

>C.) What the hell? No

>D.) Sure to the cocaine thing not to pretending to date Power Girl but I’m trying to make the thing between me and Raven serious.

>E.) Sure to pretending to date Power Girl but no to the undercover thing. The Titans are my family, I can’t just up and leave with them holding the bag on the whole H.I.V.E thing

>>1863675
>D.) Sure to the cocaine thing not to pretending to date Power Girl but I’m trying to make the thing between me and Raven serious.

>>1863675
>D

>>1863675
>>B.) Sure

>>1863675
>I'll help on the cocaine thing. Pretend dating someone is not cool unless you can get Raven to agree with it. As for JL team? Maybe after HIVE is dealt with.

>>1863693
I want to answer this now. The JLI team won't be established until after H.I.V.E

Also Raven would agree to this, her feelings wouldn't even get hurt unless you slept with her. Dick, Barb, and Wonder Girl went on tons of those missions. Key word there not sleeping with Karen tho

>>1863675
>>D.) Sure to the cocaine thing not to pretending to date Power Girl but I’m trying to make the thing between me and Raven serious.
Fuck waifutism I wanna fight Snowflame.

>>1863675
>B.) Sure

Switching vote to both.

>>1863689
Switch to
>B

>>1863675
>D

“Sure, I’ve got to tell Raven though. I don’t want her to think that...” You start before Plastic Man puts a finger to your mouth.

“Relax kid, you might be green but she’s a pro. She’s never been on an undercover mission but this stuff is old hat to her. Bats, Dick, and I will vouch for you if we have to. Ugh, just don’t sleep with her because that would be...rapey.” Plastic Man says. “I’ll talk to you and Dick about the details of your little Florida trip later, there is going to have to be some prep work done there. What did you want though? Or was the team offer enough to wet your appetite?”

“No, it’s good. I’m busy now but I’d be willing to play ball after H.I.V.E is sorted out. A one on one with Slade Wilson is what I came here for though.”

“Ah jeez....” Eel says, hands over his head. “Bats and Supes are going to kill me. How about this, I come in with you to make sure nothing happens?”

>A.) Sure

>B.) Stay behind the glass, you can come but I want to be in the actual room alone with him

>C.) No, just me.

>>1863749
>B.) Stay behind the glass, you can come but I want to be in the actual room alone with him

>>1863749
>>A.) Sure

>>1863749
>B

>>1863749
>B.) Stay behind the glass, you can come but I want to be in the actual room alone with him
>D.) Don't be afraid to call for help, though! Shit might get rough, unfortunately.

>>1863749
>B

>>1863749
Backing >>1863763

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“Stay behind the glass, you can come but I want to be in the actual room alone with him.” You say, to which O’Brian visibly wipes the sweat off his brow and sighs in relief “Don’t be afraid to call for help though. Shit might get rough unfortunately.”

“You got it, man you made things simpler.” Plastic Man says, his legs turning coling, sending him flying and then slinking down the hallway until he shifts back into his legs. “Come on now, follow me.”

You do, the winding spiral yet almost flat floors going upwards still playing trick on your mind. As you head up though, you actually notice the place becoming less like a sci fi set and more like an actual lived in area. More paintings, more traditional wall panels of egg white and light blues, hell carpeting even starts popping up. Not bad at all, you could definitely get used to this. Not many league members spent a lot of team here you remember, but many wasn’t all. You bet others felt this way, especially with the prescne of less cat posters telling you to hang in there or even landscapes striaght out of doctor’s waiting room, but actual personal art. And posters of baseball teams.

O’Brian waves at Mr Terrfic, who stands at a desk only a little larger than a kisok, himself staring into a the green glow of a computer. O’Brian, only to find Mr Terrfic staring daggers at him, as he starts to get up. While O’Brian kept his mouth shut, the stupid grin he had planted on it remained. Something Cartoonish enough to be straight out of Loony Tunes short. Mr Terrfic wasn’t having any of it though.

“O’Brian, what do you want?” He asks in a tired voice. “Probationary associate members can’t go into the detainment area at all. And you need to clear ahead young man even an regular member present even after that period.” Mr Terrfic says first at Plastic Man and then at you.

“Not with a Council Member my good man.” Plastic Man says with a beam, stretching his torso towards hum and flashing him an id card.

“God help us. The lunatics are running the asylum.” Mr Terrfic says and frowns, pressing a button and revealing and then unsliding a hidden metal door almost two feet thick.

You keep head down the mostly empty cell block, each one having a one way mirror crossed with a door, a mattress, a toilet, and a small clear plastic table and chair. You keep going down that way until you see Slade, siting on his mat, his legs crossed in a mediation pose with his single eye closed. Everything on him including his hair snow white.

You continue on until a high pitched but gruttal laugh distracting you.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the guy trying to plow my boss baby girl. How’s it going.” The Clown says, somehow staring directly at you from his room.

“Uh, that should be impossible. The rooms are sound proof and can be only seen one way.” Plastic Man says with a little worry, his face folding a bit as he says it

>>1863899

>A.) Ignore him and go towards Slade.

>B.) You’re crazy. Raven’s dad was some ass in a cult that her mom met.

>C.) You actually got something to say or you going to just waste my time.

>>1863905
>C

>>1863905
>>C.) You actually got something to say or you going to just waste my time.

>>1863905
>C.) You actually got something to say or you going to just waste my time.

Get sarcastic with him first. "Yup thats me!" Throw in a some thrusting then roll eyes with dismissive wave of the hand as say C

>>1863905
>>A.) Ignore him and go towards Slade.

>>1863905
>C.) You actually got something to say or you going to just waste my time.

>>1863905
>>1863920
Backing this.

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>>1863920
me likey this one

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“Yup that’s me” You say to the door, rolling your eyes as you do so. “You actually got something to say or are you going to just waste my time.” You ask outloud.

“Ah remember, these rooms are sound proof. I need to press a button or two before he could actually hear you.” Plastic Man starts before a whispy yet booming voice shouts in your head. An air horn sounding through an empty fog.

“Maggots. This is how we denizen of hell speak. Mind to mind. What you would call telepathy.” It says, with a mild air of menace. “And yes. I do have something to say, if you value your life or that of your lovers, you will hand Raven over to me.”

>A.) I don’t go time for this go to Slade

>B.) Okay, no...but why?

>C.) Boy I whopped your ass once, don’t doubt I could do it again. Leave Raven alone.

>>1863986
>C.) Boy I whopped your ass once, don’t doubt I could do it again. Leave Raven alone.

>>1863986
>>B.) Okay, no...but why?

>>1863986
>C.) Boy I whopped your ass once, don’t doubt I could do it again. Leave Raven alone.

No one messes with our girl

>>1863986
>C

>>1863986
>>B.) Okay, no...but why?
Oh no a fear I have could be real

>>1863986
>B.) Okay, no...but why?

>>1863986
>C

What this anon said:>>1863995

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>>1863986
>C

“Boy I whopped your ass once, don’t doubt I could do it again. Leave Raven alone, no body messes with our girl.” You say facing the Clown.

“Please, it took the combined efforts of your team and one very uncooperative Hellspawn to stop me. Don’t worry, I’ll House break the pup. Besides she’s Trigon’s girl not yours. She’ll not be harmed, quite the contrary.” The Clown says, smile starting to show some fangs.

“Okay then. No...but why?” You ask

“Why? Because Trigon wants to be reunited with his beloved daughter. He only has a single child per plane of reality...and they have some catching up to do, some father and daughter bonding.” The Clown says, a round of laughter popping up your head. “Don’t worry, he isn’t the conservative type. He doesn’t mind if you plow his daughter. He’d prefer if you made an honest woman of her quick as possible, but he’ll settle for you taking your time. He has no plans to break the two of you up, you’ll see each other very soon I promise. Personally I hate your guts and would paints the walls of this cell with em’, but Trigon has taken a shine you. Come on, let a girl reconnect with her long lost father.”

>A.) Trigon took a shine to me?

>B.) If he’s a demon from hell, why should I take his word whatsoever on Raven’s safety?

>C.) He’s like the ruler of hell right. I doubt he cares about his daughter whatsoever.

>D.) You don’t seem to care for Al or me much. Why outside of the fact I clowned you?

>>1864074
>>C.) He’s like the ruler of hell right. I doubt he cares about his daughter whatsoever
I

>>1864074
>B.) If he’s a demon from hell, why should I take his word whatsoever on Raven’s safety?

>>1864074
>B.) If he’s a demon from hell, why should I take his word whatsoever on Raven’s safety?

>C.) He’s like the ruler of hell right. I doubt he cares about his daughter whatsoever.

>D.) You don’t seem to care for Al or me much. Why outside of the fact I clowned you?


>Inb4 we had angel bits inserted into us

>>1864074
>>C.) He’s like the ruler of hell right. I doubt he cares about his daughter whatsoever.

>A.) Trigon took a shine to me?

>>1864074
>B
>C

>>1864097
Adam's mind is a collective of anons. More likely we have something from he has something of the old gods in him.

>>1864074


>C
>D
>Writein: Hey Violator the BIG V my man dude huge fan one of Adam's mind here just want to say big fan of your work. But unfortunantly your boss is kinda a ass so nope.

>>1864132
>Adam's mind is a collective of anons
Wonder if ManThor will ever do something with that. This is DC, it could happen.

“Boy I whopped your ass once, don’t doubt I could do it again. Leave Raven alone, no body messes with our girl.” You say facing the Clown.

“Please, it took the combined efforts of your team and one very uncooperative Hellspawn to stop me. Don’t worry, I’ll House break the pup. Besides she’s Trigon’s girl not yours. She’ll not be harmed, quite the contrary.” The Clown says, smile starting to show some fangs.

“Okay then. No...but why?” You ask

“Why? Because Trigon wants to be reunited with his beloved daughter. He only has a single child per plane of reality...and they have some catching up to do, some father and daughter bonding.” The Clown says, a round of laughter popping up your head. “Don’t worry, he isn’t the conservative type. He doesn’t mind if you plow his daughter. He’d prefer if you made an honest woman of her quick as possible, but he’ll settle for you taking your time. He has no plans to break the two of you up, you’ll see each other very soon I promise. Personally I hate your guts and would paints the walls of this cell with em’, but Trigon has taken a shine you. Come on, let a girl reconnect with her long lost father.”

>A.) Trigon took a shine to me?

>B.) If he’s a demon from hell, why should I take his word whatsoever on Raven’s safety?

>C.) He’s like the ruler of hell right. I doubt he cares about his daughter whatsoever.

>D.) You don’t seem to care for Al or me much. Why outside of the fact I clowned you?

“If he’s a demon from hell, why should I take his word whatsoever on Raven’s safety?” You say.

“The brilliance of man shows itself. Were did you get this info from the Bible? Guess who wrote it? Why would I or anyone serve Trigon if we thought he’d lie to us? Why would he trust us if we’re inherently untrustworthy?” The Clown answers in annoyed hiss in your mind.

“He’s the ruler of hell right? Why would he even care about his daughter, what use of Raven to him. He has no reason to care about her.” You ask out loud.

“Raven sure knows how to pick em’ huh? Trigon didn’t get where he is by not caring about family. They are his legacy and proof of his influence. He also just has a soft spot for the pissants. Besides fuck head, the fact she’s a native citizen of Earth and Hell is why Trigon needs her, she’s the key...ah crap.” The Clown says and then immediately shuts up.

“You don’t seem to care for Al or me much. Why outside of the fact I clowned you?” You ask one last time.

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>>1864205
“Why, WHY?!?” A voice screams in your head, enough for it to begin pounding like a jackhammer on overdrive. “Because you fools step outside of your lane. Because you dear enter the peerage of hell as equals. The Damned equal to a demon, ha! It was bad enough when Trigon allowed the fallen angels into his ranks, but I understood it. But you lot, mere humans. You are meant to be cattle and fodder, perhaps even servants and serfs. But ranking members of Hell’s Army? It’s an insult disguised as a stratagem. I admit my kin and I have made tactical blunders, but to throw you lot on our level? You who can not see the big picture. You whom born of the light and not the dark. And to be selected as the generals, high agents, and in your case official consort to a princess? Nonsense.”

While your head is ringing, you notice Plastic Man almost buckling to his knees and trying to mouth something to you. No chance of you hearing it, the Clown’s voice is dominating your mind. It’s all you can focus on. You almost want to scream in pain yourself but you don’t want to give him the satisfactions. You slowly limp towards the thing and it’s cell, like shrapnel was in your knees and not in your mind.

“You should be on YOUR KNEES thanking us for this opportunity. For the fucking honor of being allowed to sire the next kings and queens of hell, Earth, and princes of the reality. It should have been me sticking my thing in between her sides and sowing my seed like it would have been in the old days. It should be ME leading the armies of hell into New York, Gotham, and Metroplios and not some dead solider who didn’t have the brains to look back at a partner who was obviously gunning for his spot. Your promotion is a disgrace and the two of you’re attitudes and disobedience is a fucking slap in the face.” He finishes

>A.) Key what?

>B.) Who are you, what’s your name?

>C.) Trigon took a shine to me?

>D.) Give him the bird and walk towards Slade

>E.) Invade New York? Let me in Plastic Man, I need to hear this. I need to know more to stop it

>>1864210
>A
>B

>>1864210
>A.) Key what?
>B.) Who are you, what’s your name?

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>>1864210
>B.) Who are you, what’s your name?

>D.) Give him the bird and walk towards Slade
pic related

>>1864210
>A.) Key what?
>C.) Trigon took a shine to me?

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>>1864210
>D.)

>>1864210
>B.) Who are you, what’s your name?

>>1864210
>>D.) Give him the bird and walk towards Slade

>>1864210

>A.) Key what?

>B.) Who are you, what’s your name?

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“Key, what?” You ask.

“Never mind. She’s just very important for his plans in the future, alongside being his flesh and blood.” The Clown answers, his voice now merely a barely audibly purr rumbling around in your mind.

“Who are you? What is your name?”

“Who am I? A true native of hell. Not an angel who rebelled against their creator but the real fucking deal. ‘First there was Darkness, and then there was Light” dealio. I was the darkness. The forces of heaven defeated and banished my ancestors into the pit of hell, stealing our rightful inheritance for the benefit of angels, jinns, and lowly humans like yourself. Moreover I’m among the elite of the elite, of the higher nobility that rules and executes the will Dis itself. Of the lieutenants and brethren of Pestilence, former general of Hell. There are thousand names for me, but few you can pronounce with your insanity intact. I am Violator!” He laughs in your mind.

With that, you lift your fist towards him and slowly uncurl your middle finger towards him. A large smile dawns on your face while he sets on his completely. The first time you’ve truly seen the man scowl honestly. Well you finally pushed his buttons at least. You twirl around and walk towards Slade, not even hearing a whimper from.

Plastic Man walks towards a console near Wilson’s cell and glaces at you.

“You sure you want to do this alone? You kind of got hot and bothered before you even got here.” He asks, concern dripping from his voice.

“I’m sure.” you answer.

O’Brian sighs and hits a couple of buttons. One door slides open and you step into it. Apparently this part isn’t a one way mirror, because Slade eye opens and it furrows as it focuses on you solely. He doesn’t make a sound or move though. The it closes and the door in front of you opens, you step through it eyes still focuses solely on Wilson and his yours.

“Wonder when you’d show. I got nothing to say to you though, besides don’t stop looking over your back. I’m not done with you. Justice League can’t hold me.” Slade says.

>A.) Slade I’m sorry

>B.) Slade, it was H.I.V.E who killed your son.

>C.) Slade, you killed Grant. I read your file and you’re abuse lead to this.

>D.) I doubt it, tell me what H.I.V.E is up to before you’re daughter is thrown into a hole like this for the reminder of her life.

>>1864354
>>D.) I doubt it, tell me what H.I.V.E is up to before you’re daughter is thrown into a hole like this for the reminder of her life.

fuck being sorry he killed people for money with out a care of those who will suffer cause of it and his son wanted to be the same; fuck both of them

>>1864354
>>C.) Slade, you killed Grant. I read your file and you’re abuse lead to this.

>>1864354
A.) Slade I’m sorry
That one's on us, no matter who made us or paid his boy.

>>1864354

>C.) Slade, you killed Grant. I read your file and you’re abuse lead to this.

>D.) I doubt it, tell me what H.I.V.E is up to before you’re daughter is thrown into a hole like this for the reminder of her life.

>>1864354
>A
H.I.V.E. and slade also share some blame too.

>>1864354
>>A.) Slade I’m sorry
but
>C.) Slade, you killed Grant. I read your file and you’re abuse lead to this.
>E.) and your daughter is going down the same path. I wonder how will H.I.V.E. engineer her death to send you after their prey?

>>1864407
Oooo, i like this and pretty much what i was going for.

Change>>1864399
to this

>>1864354
Hmm D won't work because he doesn't trust us yet. C is just pushing the blame to him. Then i guess

>B+ A

We admit we are one of the causes that made His son's death by asking sorry then we tell him about HIVE and once he pester us about it we say his girl is in it.

Athought we kinda almost killed her with that plane bullshit.

>>1864354
>>1864419

Forget my vote changing to this:>>1864407

>>1864417
>>1864375
>>1864400
>>1864407

Roll 1d100+10
(very good write in)

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1864432

Rolled 68 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1864432
thanks i'm glad you like

>>1864441
GG NO RE

>>1864441

GODDAMN

Rolled 16 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1864432
Also can/should we tell him about the plane?

>>1864441
Crit, difficult was 75 (the lowest DC, that's how much I liked it).

Going to write up a response, last one for tonight. Will update this thread multiple times this week. Really want to get the Watchtower done, but couldn't sunday

>>1864441
Jesus christ Adam..no wonder Satan likes us

>>1864441
>>1864447
>>1864452
we hit his weak point for massive damage

>>1864454
Sure

>>1864456
>Going to write up a response, last one for tonight. Will update this thread multiple times this week. Really want to get the Watchtower done, but couldn't sunday
cool man cool

>>1864441
Holy fuck dude, forget hitting a nerve, we found all of his nerves.

>>1864456
So tell us do we have some kind of old one ritual bounding the minds of other plane beings?

>>1864476
no. You're backstory is already 'you are a literal gary sue'

>>1864462
>>1864470
Adam use HARSH TRUTHS! It's a Critical Hit!!! It's Super effective!

>and in your case official consort to a princess

So does that mean it's official and Trigon already likes us? Eh.

>>1864481
I still think someone snuck angel parts into him to make him super charismatic. So we probably count as a fallen angel or close enough for Trigon.

>>1864498
Most likely Adam may count as a nephilim.

Also those updates of the characters relationship.

>>1864498
>>1864530

Nah.

>>1864546
>the Nephilims, were “heroes of old, men of renown”

But it's more likely that you are right.

>>1864558

It's not that.

“Slade, I’m sorry.” You start.

“Good you should be.” Slade interrupts with a grunt. Despite the intense anger In that comment though, he doesn’t budge in inch from his meditative pose whatsoever, except for one part. His eye, which is bulging.

“Slade, you killed Grant. I’ve read your profile and you’re abuse lead to this.” You continue, waiting for the inevitable interruption. It came quick and hard.

“What!?!” Slade yells, pouncing to his feet and right into your face. His one blue eye locked on your right, red and bulging from anger. He was feeling. “How dare you sa-”

“At age ten you dropped himself alone in the inner city with just five bucks, telling him he’d have to find his own way home. He was gone for three days, you never bothered to call the cops or his mother. A stranger drove him to the police station where you picked him up. He had been robbed and god knows what in the process, he couldn’t remember. We do know he was dehydrated and hadn’t eaten since then. You just told the him that meant he’d learn next time. Funny because the previous year you had dropped him off the woods, and all he managed to do was break his arm. That’s not even counting the bruises and breaks he got during your constant military drills of a prepubescent. Did you hit him Slade? Get physical? Maybe tough love didn’t work.” You say, preemptively waving off Plastic Man worry. He must be terrified for you now. “Sure worked better than the neglect that followed. You brought strange women into your house, booze, and openly bragged about the people you killed. Meanwhile you ignored his failing grades, him skipping school, and the drugs. When he got into a car accident and arrested for the first time you didn’t even show up to the hospital or court. He did this all for you Slade, to get your attention again. A kid who barely passed basic training in the marines tried to be a super assassin because of the stories he heard from daddy and the pride he showed it. All to get the love of a fuck up who can’t love anyone in healthy way to begin with. Your poison Slade. First it was Al Simmons, then it was your wife, then it was Jericho, then it was Grant.”

Slade’s nostrils are flaring, his hands now trembling fist shaped sledge hammers ready to get to work. But he was crying too now out of his eye. You were getting somewhere.

“But it might not end there. I know about Rose, Slade. I’m the one who sent her first to a hospital and then into a jail cell then I slammed her through a plane. I could have put her in a morgue asshole, all because she wants to impress you and avenge a brother you killed. End this Slade, tell us about H.I.V.E and what they’re planning. What they want with me and the Titans.”

>>1864640

Slade is silent for a moment just staring at you with tears streaming down his face before he slams you in the face with one hell of a right hook, You see stars and fall down. Somehow both you and Slade manage to stick out your hand at the right time to motion Plastic Man away

“Fine, under one condition. Adam, Rose can’t end up like Grant or even fucking worse, like me. I need more than your word on this though. I need your life. I’ll tell you EVERYTHING want you know and even what you don’t, but you have to enter a Lazarus Contract with me.” Slade says, wiping the tears out of his eye.

“A what?” you start.

“I won’t end my Judas Contract on you, but suspend it indefinitely. In return you have to do a job for me. Help my daughter, protect her, and guide into using her gifts for something good for a change unlike me. Make her into a her, not a monster for hire. Make sure she can live a guilt free happy life where she doesn’t have to wait for the hammer to drop. You fulfill this the Judas Contract stays dormant forever. You break it...I come gunning for you even if it costs me my life.” Slade says.

“Deal, but what’s a Judas Contract?” You ask.

“Forget it, not part of the agreement. Speaking of which, I’m going to need a phone call after I spill my guts. It’s for your sake so you better make fucking sure you get arrange it. So ready to hear how H.I.V.E plans on killing 3 billion people?”

>End

Well I hope you had fun, this was great.

>>1864655

Thanks for running, Man!

>>1864643
>So ready to hear how H.I.V.E plans on killing 3 billion people?

Well that is a cliffhanger...

>>1864655
I had fun thanks I'm also looking forward for the next run

>>1864655
Thanks for the run Thor. See you next time.

In a surprising totally unrelated turn of events, Terra has left the Teen Titans even as Rose Wilson is slated to join it. Odd.

>>1864680

I doubt there's anything suspicious about that.

>>1864680
ya know I figured out it was terra not even using meta knowledge just by logical thought and deductive reasoning

>>1864680
So what are Terra's thoughts on us basically Soloing Slade even when he had the jump on us?

And how suspicious are bats and Nightwing?

>>1864655
Thanks for running

The suspense, the danger, and thats just Rose

and now we have a catastrophe to handle and Terra

>>1864690
"I'm going to KILL him for that holy shit." to NOPE

Pastebin https://pastebin.com/Bbak8nVE

>>1864706
is our relastionship with batman ever improve or do we have to do something ridiculously self sacrificing

>>1864716
At this point, he'll probably want to compare notes on interrogation methods. We made Slade fucking Wilson CRY with words.

>>1864716
Well we have the Power Girl mission comin up. Plastic Man said it'd score us some bonus points

>>1864706
>I'm going to KILL him for that holy shit
kill us for what?

>>1864723
>>1864726
speaking of plas I wonder what he thinks of our interrogation

>>1864726
Yes

>>1864733
Fuck I'll edit it in

>>1864732
Beating the shit out of Slade

>>1864747
so basically her first instinct was trying to go rules of nature on us for hurting her husband, to wait he beat my husband so I stand no chance.

>>1864740
clone of Bruce
KEK

>>1864751
husbando*


Also DO bats and nightwing suspect? How's BB taking it?

>>1864764
Terrible but I'm waiting for to return back to Titan's Tower to deal with that.

“In six months time, H.I.V.E will detonate a nuclear war head at a specific point in Earth’s magnetic field. The resulting explosion will shift it and destroy 99.989% of electronic devices not prepared for it. H.I.V.E’s own equipment of course have been prepared for the event, while the vast majority if not all nations will collapse under due to both the effects of all power grids coming down and the aftermath of revolts and warfare. H.I.V.E will wipe out the leftovers but that’s all just stage setting or maybe the prologue.” Slade says, reaching over casually to grab a dixie cup of water.

“They then plan to unveil their eugenics program results after that’s done. The real point and goal of all this, is for the ‘chosen race’ to inherit this new Earth. Your brethren Adam, of which you and the H.I.V.E leadership would lead. I assume the old rank in file would breed in or just die off eventually. You were also meant to infiltrate the Titans, but as only to distract them when the hammer fell and gather the select few for the sacrifice. Rejoice Adam, you’re special”

>A.) Sacrifice?

>B.) Why the hell did you make this contract man? It’s insane.

>C.) What would have happened to yourself

>D.) So how do I stop them?

>E.) Write in

>>1866677
>>A.) Sacrifice?
>C.) What would have happened to yourself

>>1866677
>A
>C
>D

>>1866677
>A.) Sacrifice?
>C.) What would have happened to yourself
>E.) Write in

Get someone to write this all down. Or at least make sure there's some sort of recording going on.

>>1866684
Plastic Man is doing that right now

“Sacrifice?” You ask stunned,

“Sacrifice to Brother Blood. Even I don’t know the details to that, just that you were to hand over the bodies, dead or alive, to him. Preferably alive though, not all of you could have died.” Slade answers, finished the drink and crumpling up the cup and throw it into the corner of his desk, where a clear trash bin lay. “He wants them though and I guarantee you the Titans wouldn’t live through the process.”

“What would have happened to you?” You ask, suddenly realizing the implications of this mission for Slade and his family.

“I would have been given 6 million dollars of fertile land already being tended to in rural Ohio and a bunch of supplies for my family to ride out the end of the world in style. I’m no fool. I did this so I could get back at you and get the rights to kill you if I could, but I didn’t want Rose, Jericho, or I to die in the process.” Slade answers, calm look off his face, now replaced by indignation. “Don’t flatter yourself Adam, it’s why Rose is going to be free and dagger isn’t going to find itself wedged in your back.”

>A.) You sure you want Rose to be a Titan?

>B.) Where to I find this army of supermen?

>C.) Where is their missile?

>D.) Thanks I guess. We’re done Slade

>E.) Write in

>>1866748
>A.) You sure you want Rose to be a Titan?

>B.) Where to I find this army of supermen?

>C.) Where is their missile?

>>1866748
>A.) You sure you want Rose to be a Titan?
>B.) Where to I find this army of supermen?
>C.) Where is their missile?

>>1866748
>B
>C

“You sure you want Rose to be a Titan?” You ask, curious. You can understand wanting her to turn a new leaf, but your line of work was kind of dangerous to put it mildly.

“She has gifts, she should use them for good. They aren’t soft gifts either, they need to be used on the field of battle. She just shouldn’t squander like them like I did.” Slade says softly, before turning his head towards you. “Of course, if she dies I’m still holding you responsible.”
“Where do I find this army of superman anyway?” You ask.

“The south pole. No idea about an exact location though, can’t help you with that. Never got a good map of their bases. Had other plans I was focusing on.” Slade answers with a sneer. “I have no doubt the Justice League or your own team could borrow a satellite from US government and eventually pinpoint the damned thing.”

“Where is the missile?” You ask.

“No idea. I have a decent idea who might though. Doctor Sivana is their in to the military industrial complex. If they got a nuke it’s because he pulled the strings. Or made it himself.” Slade says.

>A.) Thanks Slade, goodbye

>B.) Thanks Slade, we’re done. I hope to never see your face ever again.

>C.) (Get up and just leave in silence)

>>1866836
>A.) Thanks Slade, goodbye

>>1866836
>A

>>1866836
>A.) Thanks Slade, goodbye

>>1866836
>>B.) Thanks Slade, we’re done. I hope to never see your face ever again.

>>1866836
>A.) Thanks Slade, goodbye

>>1866836

>A.) Thanks Slade, goodbye
>Write-in: You said something about a contract do i need to sign anything or will it be just a contract by words? I want to make sure i'm doing this the right way.

>>1866857
This. What the hell is a Judas and Lazarus contract?

>>1863485
Etch

>>1864086
Jackstk

“You said something about a contract. Do I need to sign anything? Or is it a contract by words I...” You start. You didn’t understand any of his assassin or criminal lingo whatsoever. H.I.V.E didn’t put everything in it seemed.

“Neither. A contract by deed. I am not at liberty to tell you what a Judas Contract is, but it’s basically what I described before. I will not fulfill or revoke my previous contract unless you break your word or fulfill it to my satisfaction. The terms are simple, protect my daughter, train her, and make sure she doesn’t end up anything like me.” Slade says. He continues to look at you for a moment. Terrifying electrifying was in that stare, enough to both arrest you in his gaze and demand that you look away.

You get up and walk back to the entrance of the cell, giving the thumbs up subtly to where Plastic Man would be peering in on this on the other side. You were done and just wanted to get out now. Maybe Slade would play for the good guys, maybe he would keep his nose clean and live a normal life after this, maybe he’d be back to trouble in no time. In any case it was no longer any of your business. You had more pressing matters. Getting Power Girl to date you so you could spy on her. Go undercover and infiltrate a drug ring, and of course pretend the end of the world.

“Thanks Slade, goodbye.” You say bothering to look back only for a quick nod that Slade reluctantly returns.

Plastic Man is just clapping, going from an ordanry man giving out applause to a stretched out silhouette line of men giving you a standing ovation. You would have been flattered but when he starts whistling and shifting his face in the likeness of a Tex Avery styled wolf howling at you, you’ve had more than enough and are starting to get annoyed. You even shot him a glance that stops the act.

“Hey man, you would have made Batman eat your dust there. Holy crap.” Plastic Man says beaming. You could tell he was in awe.

You are about to respond when the whole Watchtower starts shaking.

“Don’t look at me, mine are silent but deadly” Eel says, waving in front of his nose. Ugh.

>A.) Follow Plastic Man in responding to this.

>B.) Ask Plastic Man if he’d be okay with you splitting up, you going down and him going up

>C.) Ask Plastic Man if he’d be okay with you splitting up, you going up and him going down

>>1866934
>B.) Ask Plastic Man if he’d be okay with you splitting up, you going down and him going up

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1866934
>1 A
>2 B

>>1866934
>>A.) Follow Plastic Man in responding to this.

>>1866934
>B

>>1866934
>>A.) Follow Plastic Man in responding to this.

“Hey, alright if I go down the tower and you go up?” You ask running towards the exit of the cell block.

“Absolutely, I can always float back down to Earth need be.” Eel says, his limbs stretching to the size and shape of power poles as he slowly strides forward easily keeping ahead of you.

For some reason you hear the sound of the Clown laughing.

You fly out the door as Mr. Terrific opens it, barely yelling comprehensively to tell what the hell you’re doing as rocket down the spiral walkway. It takes less than a minute for you to reach down as previously as you where before, the watch tower shaking once again in that time. You almost fall down from the might of it and the speed you’re running at. You stop at it as you see Katana rush towards you, a wooden sword, a bokken in her hand.

“Monsters, demons, whatever. They’re here, get help rookie.” She says, pulling pointing at the exercise room with it

“I am the backup, got permission from Plastic Man.” You say.

“Plastic Man needs a nanny himself, this isn’t a pissing contest or a spar session boy, this is real! Get Mr Terrific or Plastic Man down here.” She hisses.

“They’ll be here if you if they’re not busy themselves.” You answer, trying to keep calm.

Katana just stares at you.

>A.) Just hurry to the weight room and help out.

>B.) Go back and get help.

>C.) Try and convince Katana to just let it go

>>1867040
>>A.) Just hurry to the weight room and help out.

>>1867040
>A.) Just hurry to the weight room and help out.

>>1867040
>>A.) Just hurry to the weight room and help out.

>>1867040
>A

>>1866934
>Pretend the end of the world

Thor, please type your stuff in Word or something before posting. please.

>>1867040
>A

ded

>>1867254

confirmed dead, actually.

>>1867259
Oh well it was a good quest while it lasted.

>>1867266

Indeed.

And don't bother to fact check what I said or anything. Just take some random anon's comment at face value.

>>1867276
What are you saying anon? Why would people go to the internet and just spread lies? You should trust in your fellow humans more.

I know it's hard to detect sarcasm through the internet, so i'm just saying that this is me being sarcastic.

>>1867297

What? Lies? Not from me! I am a good citizen of Forchannia.

It's cool. I get it.

You just ran past the woman, brushing hard enough on her elbow to send her reeling, towards the weight room. You didn’t have time for this, people could be hurt. Hell this whole station could go down and collide with the Earth, killing a ton more people. You didn’t care what pro you pissed off or about the nasty look she gave you as you reach there. It’s none of your business.

As you enter you notice the other side of the weight room, where the normal free weights the dumbbells, barbells, and the like, there was nothing but puddles of molten black steel on the floor and scorched spots on the wall. In the middle of it all Wonder Woman and Wildcat stood in the middle, surrounded by seven foot tall heavily men covered in scruffy crimson tinted brown fur and smelling of sulfur. Each had horns on it’s head, but the number varied, usually it was two curly goat horns, others a single one or a trio of them. The eyes varied too, some coal black others were miniature furnace.

Grant had one in a headlock, pounding into it again and again with his free hand like it blooding it up in the process. As impressive as this was the damned thing was lifting him up like a rag doll, trying to to slam him down but failing only because he kept landing on his feet. If the thing got lucky, you had a feeling Ted might go down the for the count.

Wonder Woman was using a large barbell like a hammer, nailing one of them into floor as the other two darted around her. They moved fast and efficiently, just side stepping into little powerful hops. You had little trouble keeping up with them, though Wonder Woman seemed to be having little trouble, staying where she was but shifting her posture quickly and easily after every so erratic movement, seemingly paying them little attention as she finished off her prey with a few hard whacks that felt almost as powerful as the tremors from whatever was shaking the Watchtower. She turned to look at you briefly before facing her the demons again.

“Glad someone showed up, hope I didn’t tire you out too much kid.” Wonder Woman says before charging the thing.

Great

>End.

Sorry about that, huge distraction happened.

Thanks for running.

>>1867362
its cool we know things happen thanks for running

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>>1864706
>We're Violator's responsibility now

>Him "coaching" us on being a Consort the way he "guides" Al on being a Hellspawn

>. I always knew I'd have to share with her

After reading Queen Bee relationship status and hearing Slade talk thimgs start to make sense. Blood leads the Trigon cult, the sacrificed meta-humans would become hellspawn in Trigon's army and Queen Bee would rule earth with Raven and we would be Queen Bee's and Raven's consort.

>>1867583
you do relies that with all this religious undertones for this act is that what Queen Bee is talking about is a female version of Adam one who will most likely be called Eve

>>1867336
Are those fucking Barons of Hell from Doom?

>>1867603
Oh yeah Slade did said that there is 'others of our kind'. Woyldn't be surprised with a Eve version of Adam. Also what would be the oposite of gravity powers?

>>1867609
Adam The Doom Slayer.

>>1867610
Something atomic or EM?

>>1867610
Time powers

>>1867610

Eve has time powers.

>>1867557

"YA GOTTA BUTTFUCK HER IN THE PUSSY, ADAM!"

>Eve has time powers
>Eve is a fucking bomb ass hottie
>So fucking hot she turns some girls lesbian
>Designed as a fallback in case Raven munches muff instead
>Gotta share Raven with her if we ended up actually working as intended and she did too
>She fingers at a rate of 300 schlicks per minute

Three of the goat things hiss at you and begin forming a short pattern. Each zigzags almost in a complete circle around you, continuing that hissing, while just coming with in a few inches of a strike, before returning back to that circle. Closer and closer it inches towards you though. Cautious mother fuckers.

You flex into a pose, getting into a position that doesn't let them attack you without you getting a chance to block from any angle, or have the possibility of hitting them back from any angle. They noticeably slow down and get even more conservative. They were betting on you being stronger then them it seemed.

Fine by you.

>A.) Create a gravity trap in the middle of their circle, then just bypass them and help out Wildcat

>B.) Wait until the last them and then counter one's strike then toss him at the other two.

>C.) Blast them all the way.

>D.) Counter them all with tossing on, and then striking the other two when they go in while they think you're distracted.

>>1871961
>A
Wildcats a normal boxing dude fighting demons.

>>1871961
>>A.) Create a gravity trap in the middle of their circle, then just bypass them and help out Wildcat

>>1871961
>A.) Create a gravity trap in the middle of their circle, then just bypass them and help out Wildcat

>>1871961
>>A.) Create a gravity trap in the middle of their circle, then just bypass them and help out Wildcat

ROLL 1d100

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1872020

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1872020

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1872020

>>1872033
Pass

>>1872041
They're Barons of Hell aren't they?

>>1872049
maybe viscounts of hell, Barons are a lot bigger, and Adam would have gotten a face full of balefire if they were by now.

You create and shape a gravity field in the strafing circle they’re making and wait for about two or three minutes before activating the thing. Within moments the one right in the middle of it is flung down as he tries to move left, wiggling back in forth like a yo yo in the process not even having time to snarl or the like. The one to the right of it, falls towards to it, hands grasping in the air briefly before colliding with it. The last one just, the one moving towards you, arms outstretched shaking and struggling against the force pulling down now on him, wanting to drop him towards his red skinned skin, It just manages to swim against the force of the gravity field and force itself out of it’s grasp...towards you. You just punt the damned thing towards the others, sending to fall over like bowling pins. You walk past them while they writhe on the floor in pain, their bodies controrting thanks to the power of your gravity field.

Ted Grant isn’t having that easy of of a time. Sure the demon he’s been holding drops to the floor right on it’s scaly chitin on it’s chin, sending the damn thing up through it’s jaw, while it’s face remains a swollen gore filled balloon covering the thing’s eyes and most it’s nose. That thing is out of the fight, but it’s brothers aren’t. The other two spin around at him, giving out light and quick blows from their scythes, forming first two, then four, and then eight slashes across the man’s body. Small streams of blood slowly pour our of Wildcat’s body, almost making his red strains look like a stripe pattern on his uniform. The man turns to you and indicates the one on his right, while he turns to rush the one on it’s left before it could rush away.

>A.) Welcome to Suplex City Bitch, grapple it and slam it all around town.

>B.) Weigh it down and then sending it crashing to the floor.

>C.) Toss yourself towards it looks a spear and send both of your crashing through the wall. You can take it, it probably can’t.

>D.) Weight it down.

>E.) Go for a powerful jab combination on it’s head and then knock it out with a powerful uppercut

>>1872162
>A.) Welcome to Suplex City Bitch, grapple it and slam it all around town.

>>1872162
>>A.) Welcome to Suplex City Bitch, grapple it and slam it all around town.

>>1872162
>>A.) Welcome to Suplex City Bitch, grapple it and slam it all around town.

>>1872162
>A

>>1872162
>>A.) Welcome to Suplex City Bitch, grapple it and slam it all around town.

when in doubt suplex out am I right boys

>>1872179
>>1872193
>>1872195
>>1872218
>>1872222
ROLL 1d100+5

Rolled 37 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1872245

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1872245

Rolled 77 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1872245

Rolling

Rolled 8 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1872245

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>>1872254

You faggot.

>>1872257
Pass.

>>1872284

Did you not see the 1? Or did I forget something about crits?

>>1872300
There are no crit fails.

>>1872324

No critfails but crit successes are a thing?

>>1872337
Yeah.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1872337
>>1872300
Dude. Just roll with it. Like this.

>>1872345

Weird

>>1872406
its his quest we are just on a wild ride

You rush towards the hairy brute and reach around his waist quickly before he could react to you. The thing has time to down upon you and flail it’s hands around before it’s up in the air. With one smooth motion, you lift it up high in the air and then bring it down on the back of it’s head on a now exposed metal grating. With a wet thud, the thing twitches after it slams into the floor, it’s tongue hanging outside of it’s mouth while it’s eyes roll into it’s skull. Still not taking the chance you lift it up again, awakening the monster or just ending it’s possum act, and flip it into and then through a set of weight to the left of it. A loud crash is heard, and then as you get up you watch as the demon is buried in barbells and dumbbells that rain onto of it from a broken bench and table.

You turn to watch Wildcat and you have to admit that it’s one hell of show. Ted swings high, hiting the thing right above it’s eyes and below it’s set of horns twice with two jab and then a swipe of the wrist. You kind of wonder about the point of this until you see blood begin to poor down across the things eyes and realize the strategy. All the while Wildcat danced around the punches, elbows, and swipes from both it’s claws and tails fluently. Right before it can go for another one, Wildcat slams his shoulder into it’s chest knocking it back, before throwing about three hooks in sequence right into it’s ribs, and then throws a powerful uppercut into the damned beasts stomach. It keels over when Ted slams it in the head with an overhead hook into the back of the head. Well that would have been illegal if Wildcat was boxing but that didn’t matter at all in a real fight.


He looks at you and nods, before both of you look at Wondy who stands on top of a pile of these things, rubbing and winding up her shoulder. She glances at the two of you and just shrugs, before jumping off of them. Didn’t really surprise you that she managed to out do you all, she was Wonder Woman after all.

“Any idea of what happened here, because I’ll admit I’m out of my element. Don’t really have demons in Hades.”

>A.) Ugh wait the Clown!

>B.) Nope, nadda, no idea, clueless

>C.) Hey told you bozo wasn’t full of shit.

>D.) Forget that, Plastic Man and the others are at the top cleaning up another mess of these things

>>1872427
>>A.) Ugh wait the Clown!

>>1872427
>>A.) Ugh wait the Clown!
>C.) Hey told you bozo wasn’t full of shit.

>>1872427
>>A.) Ugh wait the Clown!

>>D.) Forget that, Plastic Man and the others are at the top cleaning up another mess of these things

"Ugh the Clown” you sigh.

“What?” Both Wonder Woman and Wildcat ask.

“The Clown I escorted up to the detainment cells. He said he was a demon, I mostly bought it, but you just thought he might have been a mutant or something. I’d be more than willing to bet they’re here to bust him out of jail.” You answer.

“Well I buy it, wouldn’t be the weirdest thing I that ever happened to me in my JSA days.” Wildcat says, cracking his knuckles. He panting and rubbing his hand as he said this, but you bought that he was still itching and ready to go. He might be pushing fifty, but the man was a legend and pro.

“Alright, I’m a big enough woman to admit I was wrong. But that doesn’t change what the strategy has to be from here” Wonder Woman starts, as Katana struts into the weight room, wiping blood from her blade before sheathing it. “Glad to have you join us Tatsu. Could have trusted my judgment on that, let’s leave that for later. We need someone to go defend the detainment cells so they can’t actually break him out, the hangar bay so they can’t just escape from a shuttle when the mystical defenses of the Watchtower activate, and the engine room so they just turn off the power and hope for the best. Any volunteers?”

>A.) Go to the engine room

>B.) Go to the detainment cells

>C.) Go the hangar bay.

>>1872604
>>B.) Go to the detainment cells

>>1872604
>B

>>1872604
>B.) Go to the detainment cells

>>1872604
>>B.) Go to the detainment cells

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“I’ll go the detainment cells.” You say, not bothers to stay to see their reaction.

As you bolt, you keep noticing a black blur on the corner of your right eye. After about thirty second you realize it isn’t dirt but Wildcat desperately trying to keep up with you as shoot up head. You slow down a bit, your almost the cells anyway, hearing the old fighter wheeze and cough as he manages to pull right next you. You honestly are impressed you were easily beating Olympic records running up here and this guy just barely tailed behind you. Well slightly less impressed with him hacking up a lung but still, the old guy could move.

“Alright kid, you proved your point, you can outrun this old geezer. Now just hold up while I catch my breath and we make a plan of action here.” Grant said, hands on his knees and bending over for a second, before getting back up to a jog.

“Sure but it seems kinda basic, we just wait inside waiting to see if those hariy things pop in too and then pound them before they get the Clown out. Kinda of why I chose this job, not a lot of brain power required.” You say.

“Actually we should….ah, fuck it you’re right, let’s go.” Ted concedes with a bark at the end. Getting back up to pace with you, as you pass the little counter Mr Terrific had for himself and pry open the doors with your bare hands slowly, while Wildcat watches your back. When you finally peel it open, Ted runs underneath your forearm and into detainment room, with following him and letting the doors close behind you.

The Clown is on his back laughing into your mind, rolling around side to side at the situation at hand. Well why shouldn’t he? Everything was going his way right now, he might be back on the mean streets of New York in no time.

“Let me out, I can help.” A familiar voice beckons from his cell. The one eyed man is staring out in front of him, not at you, but otherwise he is somehow able to hear in his soundproof cell.

“Wait, don’t tell me Plastic Man left the intercom on did he?”

“Bingo, but I could have gathering something was wrong when this tin can started shaking like Parkinson disease patient. Well?” Slade asks bored.

>A.) Sure, just know you’re going back in after this.

>B.) Nope

>C.) Nope, radio for backup

>D.) Sure, the hatchet has been buried anyway

>>1872759
>A
Id rather DS escape than violator. He'll help fight at but most likely slip away.

>>1872759
>A.) Sure, just know you’re going back in after this.
>E. Hope you can take demons down with only your fists.

>>1872759
>>C.) Nope, radio for backup
I'm gonna trust in the Justice league

>>1872759
>>C.) Nope, radio for backup

Flipped a coin C won

“Justice League we need backup, now!” You scream into Slade’s console after hitting a few buttons. Slade just smirks while Violator continues to roar with laughter at this whole predicament. Finally after a few moments a voice crackles from the other side of the console.

“Got ya...we’re busy here right now...sending Power….” Mr Terrific says before the intercom cuts off. The Clown just laughs even louder at this, jolly and cruel as ever.

A pounding starts at the doors, getting louder and louder as the seconds drag. Wildcat takes position to tackle whatever comes through, you not only hearing a pounding but a clawing and a long metallic wail from the other side of the door. Ted glances at you and nods, as you starting to hear crunching and see the doors actually begin to twitch and move.

“Hey I offered to help.” Slade says with a laugh

>A.) Form a force field around Ted as he launches at the demons outside

>B.) Create a gravity field trap for them, so when they rush you, you and Ted can beat on them with impunity as their being crushed.

>C.) Blast them

>D.) Rush them with Ted and take them to ground and pound one till it stops moving

>>1872909
>>B.) Create a gravity field trap for them, so when they rush you, you and Ted can beat on them with impunity as their being crushed.

>>1872909
>>B.) Create a gravity field trap for them, so when they rush you, you and Ted can beat on them with impunity as their being crushed.

>>1872909
>B.) Create a gravity field trap for them, so when they rush you, you and Ted can beat on them with impunity as their being crushed.

>>1872909
>B

I apologize something's just happened, I got to put this game on break until tom afternoon. Sorry

>>1872966
No problem, life happens.

>>1872966
ok see ya tomorrow

>>1872966
Thanks for letting us know and not leaving us hanging. See you tomorrow.

>>1872938
>>1872922
>>1872961
>>1872965
ROLL 1d100

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1875373

>>1872966
RIP!

Well thanks for running and dun worry about it! Shit happens.

>>1875382
It's this afternoon...lmao

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>>1875387
Well shiiiieeeeet

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1875373

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1875373
Rollin

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>>1875378
>>1875378
>>1875397
>>1875406
FAIL

You try and shape a gravity field right in front of the door, but it just doesn’t happen. What does happen is one of the metal door goes flying across the entire cell block as the set of them are rammed into again. The thing circles around like buzz saw until it slams right into your chest and sends you reeling into the wall in back of you. It if were Ted, he would have been cut in half, you luckily just have the wind burst out of you and feel a world of pain open up for you. Your mind however briefly goes blank from the nasty combination of the two.

You just manage to clear you and get to your knees when you see Wildcat get caught mid air in, what you assume was going to be a tackle, in between a set of long gnarly horns about the size of a child. The demon seems disappointed by this, his face going slack jawed and his eye rolling up fuming with frustration and wonderment on how he landed there. The thing do doubt wanted him to impale Ted, not catch him. Still apparently waste not want not, as the goat demon just tosses Wildcat in front of him, sending Wildcat skipping across the floor like a stone on the surface of a lake. Little spatters of blood start to trail where Wildcat lands at the half way point.

The demons surprisingly don’t bother trying to finish either of you off or continue the fight. Instead the just run in front of the cell the Clown is in. Violator, as done earlier, seemed to just know what’s going on outside his cell and jumps off his mattress and waits outside his door. His foot might be tapping, and he is even grumbling underneath his breath, but you can tell from the smile on his face this was just one big gag to him.

Two of the demons where trying to pry the door open as the had the one to the entrance. The two others where examining the console, smashing buttons and turning nobs roughly with the cloven and clawed hands. So far they were very unsuccessful, the two prying it not even budging it and loud beeps and waning issuing from the console where the other two played, but you knew that it could change at any moment. Eventually the demons would find a way to grip it or the idiots might push the correct combination of buttons and pulls the right nobs.

>A.) Blast them away, then rush them and tackle them all outside the cell block

>B.) Turn them weightless and slam them down hard.

>C.) Go with Wildcat and sucker punch two of them at the console and then unleash powerful haymakers and jackhammers on the demons, not time to be pretty you need powerful knock out blows

>D.) Combine your gravity powers and your fist into a powerful blow, hit one and send them all flying

>E.) Create a force field around Grant and let him get to work.

>>1875525
>C

>>1875525
>D

>>1875525
>C

>>1875544
>>1875535
ROLL 1d100+10

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1875561

Rolled 58 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1875561

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1875561

Waiting for a third roll here

>>1875605
Safe

>>1875605
Well that's a crit

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1875561

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>>1875669
Git out.

>>1875689
comon, you know you want it.

What happens next isn’t pretty or showy. The time for that is gone. You head towards the demons, wobbling at first, before finding your footing and striding forward with confidence. Somewhere along the way Wildcat has gotten up and joined you. You motion with your head once at the demons at the console and put a finger to your mouth. Then you bring your head towards and the ones at the cell and shrug. Wildcat nods, simple to understand you just need to execute you.

The two you of somehow just strurt behind the demon duo without them noticing, sure you didn’t run or open your mouths, but it was basically will power that kept your long strides silent. You didn’t plan on it but both of you tap each demon silently on the shoulder at the same time. Almost like a comedy routine the two turns their heads in perfect machine unison, and Wildcat and you respond in kind. Your hands wind up and throw down at the same exact time hitting both square in the jaw, The two just don’t go flying, they go rocketing into the two others demons at the cell down, denting it and sending them crashing into the ground.

You don’t waste time, you fly to the pile of them in one single leap. You looks down and choose one, kicking it square in the bottom of the ribs to punt it up into the air. rolling up your arm and unleash a powerful thrust in the belly, folding it down the middle of it’s spine and rolling out the cell block into the hallway. A large trail of green blood followed it and you noticed that it’s head was now at an 180 degree angle from where it should be, facing you when it should have faced the wall in front of it’s body. It wasn’t getting up anytime to soon.

Ted hadn’t bothered with anything that pretty. Instead he just lifted one, with one hand across the neck and the other across it’s abdomen and began slamming it head first into the wall. It took two swings for the thing to wake up and it struggled for another two after that, but soon it was just twitching and it’s head just a messy green lump of paste as Wildcat continued to knock that demon’s skull against the metallic doors a least a dozen more times. When Wildcat was done, he just sighed and dropped it’s lifeless body against the door or the cell.

The other two demons, managed to get up during this time and scurried to the other end of the cell block. Their eyes glowed a malevolent green and their nostrils smoked an unnatural black mist. Wildcat just looks at you, before bringing his arms up to cover and block his head, as the demons both open their mouths and unleash a lime hellfire blast from their mouths.

>A.) Create a force field around you and Wildcat.

>B.) Create a force field around the two demons, try to cook them alive with their own attack

>C.) Grab Wildcat and fly out of there

>>1875743
>>A.) Create a force field around you and Wildcat.

>>1875743
>A

>>1875743
>>A.) Create a force field around you and Wildcat.

>>1875765
>>1875760
>>1875755
ROLL 1d100+5

Rolled 73 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1875793