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Post by The Riddler on Mar 10, 2017 3:42:53 GMT
Timeline: TBD Previous Threads: N/A Characters Involved: The Riddler | Hostages | Open Location: Channel 5 News Station, live "Lois, dat was worse den da time time dat I-" «BZZZZZZZZZZZT» Television sets all across the continent went into a complete static with violent black and white fuzzy lines interrupting several of the shows America so dearly loves! It was horrible! People screamed, they cried, cursed the very Network they were viewing. Until finally, at long last! The TV WAS BACK ON!!! Oh by God, twas amazing how the people could have went a whole two minutes without their idiot box!! Thank the Lord that within that time only ten people committed suicide! It could've been so much worse!! Yet, the crisis has been averted, all is well with the world... Wait, this isn't Modern Family! It's a giant green question mark!! What is this Tom-foolery?!  "Good evening filthy, feeble-minded degenerates of the world! We interrupt this program to bring you a special announcement from yours truly"The green question mark that taunted the viewers so dispersed, revealing the Master of All Puzzles himself!!!.... The Riddler, though the viewers scratched their heads. Who the hell was this green freak? "For the sake of the story, I'll keep quiet about the insults welp... But don't push your luck!" What was he doing on my TV?! Why are there two strange men restrained to what appears to be an electric chair in the background?! And MOST OF ALL WHEN CAN I GO BACK TO WATCHING THE GOD DAMN SIMPSON'S?! Goons working the camera aimed them straight for the green suited questionnaire. Clad in a bright neon green suit, colorful and stylish purple glasses, green bowler cap, and a bright golden cane arched ever so slightly like a hook. He sat behind a desk, feet up and cane to his side. Smug as all possible he gave a smirk, before leaping from his chair to a stand up landing upon the table, arms opened wide as if he needed to say ta-da! "High Diddle Diddle, it's time for a riddle" The Puzzler began, with a slight tip of his hat. Having a flamboyant tone for the first part of the saying, turning into an ominous tone for the second half. Vainly hopping to seem intimidating despite his nerdy exterior (and interior). "Sorry to interrupt you're regularly scheduled programming, but I have a riddle I simply must solve... This is for the Batman, wherever you are, I KNOW YOU'LL BE LISTENING!!! YOU ALWAYS ARE LISTENING, LISTENING AND WATCHING OVER MY SIMPLY MAGNIFICENT SHOULDER FOR THE FIRST CHANCE YOU CAN GET TO HUMILIATE ME!! So, come out Dark Knight, and answer my riddle: *ahem* How does one as brilliant a mind and might I add devilishly handsome as myself simply fall asleep in the comfort of his Arkham Asylum cell on Gotham City and wake up in the streets of New York, unable to even find Gotham to return to?! I KNOW YOU'RE TIED UP IN THIS SOMEHOW!!! SO DON'T BOTHER LYING!! You seem to be tied up in just about everything that goes on!! So COME ON!! Answer my riddle... Hmm... No answer? Well then it looks like I'll have to entertain myself in the mean time!!" the Puzzle Master directed the cameras' attention to two of the Riddler's hostages strapped to chairs with a vicious smile, clenching his tongue between his teeth sticking it out slightly. He walked up to one of the victims with the smile of a used car salesman and put a microphone to his lips "Name?" The Riddler began. The man in the chair, the news anchor of the building he had hijacked flinched before finally speaking up "The hell is wrong with this man?! He's nuts!" The Riddler frowned, deciding to move on to his other victim, one of the executives owning the building and the one of the station's he was broadcasting "Name?" "R-Ronald, oh God will someone please arrest this madman?!" "Alright ladies and gentlemen, we've met our contestants! Now let's get on to the rules!! Each of our fabulous contestants have precisely one minute to answer the riddle that our gorgeous host preaches, whoever answers the most correctly will win the SIMPLY FANTABULOUS PRIZE OF: AAAAAAA QUICK AND PAINLESS DEEEEEATH!!"A light up sign over the stage where Riddler showed the word APPLAUSE blink twice towards a crowd of cardboard cutouts of the Riddler himself and bound and gagged workers of the station. A stock sound of a crowd's applause played from the bleachers. "The loser, wellll he won't be so lucky!! And whaddya get if ya fail to answer or give the wrong answer?! YOU GUESSED IT!!! 10,000 VOLTS OF EEEEEELECTRIC CARNAGE COURSING THROUGH THEIT VEINS!! Let us begin.... RRRRRRRIDDLE ME THIS-"BATMAN ? "Come on Dark Knight, it's completely up to you if you wanna beat the stuffing out of me, but let's be honest.... You cherish it, mindless rodent"
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Post by BATMAN on Mar 10, 2017 11:26:33 GMT
Across town...
The Dark Knight stood upon a rooftop, hand clasped around the ankle of a man wearing a suit. Since making his way to New York he had been investigating the rumors he had first caught wind of back in Chicago, rumors of Harley Quinn running New York City and of a man claiming the Joker's old alias of The Red Hood who had made it his mission to challenge Quinn at every step. The Red Hood had begun carving out sections of Quinn's criminal empire, taking over streets, then blocks, then entire gangs. Whoever the man was, he was not interested in merely killing his way to the top of the crime food chain, though he had left plenty of hats on the ground. No, he was more interested in taking away resources and then turning them to his own ends. Thus far, gangs that had run towards the Hood had done so with the agreement that a large percentage of their profits would be kicked up to him. He also had rules apparently, rules regarding children not being targets of gang violence or drug sales.
He's not trying to end crime or to replace the current criminal element with his own. He attempting to control it, Batman thought. His rather forceful interrogations had led him to the piece of trash he now dangled over the edge of the building. Gino Fratelli was a made man and one of the top ranking members of organized crime left in New York. He had, after some rather persuasive tactics on Harley's part, thrown in with the would be Queen Bee of NYC. However it didn't take long for the Red Hood and the severed heads of lieutenants to convince the mafioso he was on the wrong side. Still, like most men under Hood's command he claimed to no next to nothing about his new boss save for the fact that he wore a red helmet.
"Talk or the street cleaners are going to have a very interesting morning," Batman threatened. "I-I don't know nuthin!" Unfortunately, Batman believed the man. For all his violence and brazen arrogance, the Red Hood was remarkably well organized, keeping knowledge of his operations compartmentalized. Rather than turning the mobster into street pizza, the vigilante lifted him back up only to slam him face first into the rooftop, teeth chipping. Before he had a chance to brood over the fact that he had hit yet another dead end in his investigation, a chirping from his wrist mounted communicator drew his attention. Pressing a button, a holographic display popped up showing the broadcast in session, every channel seemingly high-jacked for Riddler's impromptu introduction to the New Earth. The Dark Knight's eyes narrowed as Nygma went on and on, his prattling just as irksome on this side of things as it was back home.
Thinking I am responsible for this just proves that for a man who thinks he is intellectually superior to every other living being, Nygma can be incredibly dense. Leaving the broken mobster where he had dropped him, Batman stepped off the roof, cape slowing his decent as he landed in the cockpit of the Batmobile. With the signal overriding all other stations and logos from the station not visible thanks to the constant barrage of question marks, Batman instantly began triangulating the signal back to the source, eventually landing on Channel 5 News' primary operations center. Checking the location via the Batmobile's mapping system he fired up the afterburner and peeled down the street towards The Riddler, fully intending to take out his frustrations on the green suited puzzler. The Riddler
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Post by The Riddler on Mar 11, 2017 1:02:59 GMT
The Riddler gave a vicious smile, staring down his contestants "RRRRRRRIDDLE ME THIS: You stare at me, but I don't blush. Then switch me off, when in a rush. What am I contestant number one?!" "You can shove a brick up your-""ENK!!!! WRONG ANSWER!!! NA HEH HOO HOO HEH HOO!!!"Clenching his teeth upon his tongue and giving a vicious cackle, tapping the button on his glistening golden cane once «BZZZT» The first contestant shuddered and jerked in his electric chair. The Riddler giggled and did a jig of joy rapidly tapping his feat to the floor in a gleeful prance. The first contestant gasped and the Riddler looked upon his wrist, any sign of joy immediately faded away into nothingness as he peered at what sat snugly underneath his rolled up sleeve. A large green watch, with a picture of himself smiling back towards him, his hands pointing at the five and thirty. "COME ON!!!! WHERE IS HE?!" The Prince of Puzzles directed his attention to his next contestant, an enraged scowl "riddling" his face. "Grrrrrrm.... Next question! Riddle me this: WHERE IS BATMAN YOU INSUFFERABLE TWITS?!?! WHERE?! TELL ME!!! TELL ME DAMNIT!!! TELL ME WHERE YOU ARRRRRRRRE!!!!" Nygma got right into the frightened victim's face, clenching his thumb on his button as hard as he could. «BZZZZTBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT»The Riddler clenched his teeth tightly together, scrunching his face up tightly in sheer overwhelming rage as the terrified victim shook and shuddered, spatting and sputtering. Until finally the man's eyes popped. Exploding into a gorey mess, splattering blood over the Riddler's lips and hitting one of his lenses hard enough to crack. "Shh*t" he said simply, waving the musk of burnt pork away from his nose and composing himself with a sigh. Taking in a deep breath before putting his face directly in front if one of the camera's with a plastered smile and tilt of his hat.  "Well, now you all know I mean business... I'll ask one more time, where is batman?"BATMAN
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Post by Blue Dragon on Mar 14, 2017 19:56:03 GMT
It didn't take long for Riddler's little hijacking to catch the notice of some unintended company. The internet on the HoloWatch allowed a certain Dragon a view of what was being broadcasted through the airwaves. It wasn't long after that, that Riddler would find himself with said unintended company... "I mean, if you're looking for animals, I suppose a Dragon might suffice?"
From the window up above stood a man in an armoured suit. Not Batman, but they did have a cape! It might have even taken Riddler a moment to realize that the suit in particular, as similar as it looked, was not that of the bat. The man would jump down, adjusting his helmet after landing, a red cape blowing behind him as he walked toward Riddler, the draconic helmet staring a hole through him from above. Standing at 6'6, the man likely towered over The Riddler, though it'd be interesting to see if size allowed him to persevere. He'd been lucky, of course, that he'd been in the New York area, and happened to be close by to where the transmission was coming from. "I LOVE games! I don't really like riddles all that much, but I'll give the old college try!" He would crack, a big, wide grin crossing the lips of the man in the armoured suit as his intimidating structure was contradicted by his snarky, quippy, excitable personality. "So, how do we play? And is there a way we could do this without casualti-"
That was when he looked past the shoulder of the Riddler and saw the man who'd been given the voltage treatment. To the point that, well, there wasn't a whole lot left of his head. Blood poured everywhere, fresh too... Indicating he'd just narrowly been too late. The grin faded, his fists clenched, and he looked down to stare dead into the eyes of the Riddler, his own expression becoming something only seen in people's nightmares... And then he spoke. Quieter, but cold... Cold in almost a hiss. His eyes, priorly a brimming brown, now bore into his very soul with a slightly red tint to them... It seemed this Dragon didn't take to the developments of this situation very well. "How good are you at answering riddles?"The Riddler BATMAN
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Post by BATMAN on Mar 15, 2017 9:56:43 GMT
Batman had raced to the scene as fast as the Batmobile could possibly take him, nearly causing a pileup in the process. All the way he listened to the Riddler ramble on, stealing occasional glances at the screen. It was during one such peek that he witnessed the question mark clad villain execute a man who failed to properly play his game. Eyes narrowing behind his cowl, he fired one of the large side-mounted grappling hooks to assist in rounding a corner, and made a silent vow to make him pay dearly for that move. Gotham's madness has spread, he thought. Like a cancer. Infecting new, far away places. Claiming victims even worlds away.That grim thought was the end of his introspection on the matter because within moments the Batmobile came to an abrupt stop, the shudder of the massive machine ceasing movement so suddenly causing the Caped Crusader to jerk forward in his seat. Slowly pulling the car back around the side of the Channel 5 building, well away from the prying eyes of the authorities who would no doubt be arriving any moment, Batman exited the vehicle and grappled to the rooftop.  From above Batman slowly infiltrated the building using an old maintenance hatch. Working his way downwards through the ventilation system he considered his options, memorizing the layout as best he could from those scant few angles the broadcast had shown. As badly as he wanted to take Nygma down, the safety of the remaining hostages came first and that meant not only making certain they could be freed from their restraints and the potential death traps, but also making certain that the crew left behind did not take their place. They needed a clear exit and knowing Riddler as he did, something told him the man would have goons waiting inside. Small chance that he took the entire station alone. Not really his style and from the sounds of it he arrived recently. That means hired guns, perhaps not as professional as he tends to use back home, gun happy thugs who don't know how Riddler operates.Switching to Detective Mode so as to see through the walls and map out locations where the victims and goons may be positioned, Batman found someone else had joined the party such as it was. Clad in armor, saying something about dragons, and keeping drawing the Riddler's attention. With any luck that would give the Dark Knight a chance to save the hostages and disable any help Edward had brought with him. It also meant that the New Earth had its own version of heroes. He just hoped this one knew what he was doing and didn't underestimate Nygma. As ridiculous as he looked, Riddler was dangerous. Just keep him talking. Hit his ego, throw him off his game, Batman silently pleaded. The Riddler Blue Dragon
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Post by The Riddler on Mar 15, 2017 17:52:06 GMT
The Riddler had just then more or less composed himself for the camera, tightening up his time and dusting his suit off and generally straightening himself out. He pulled a handkerchief from pocket and wiped the contestant's blood off before directing his attention back to the camera yet again, attempting to reform his sinister grin and be a proper host. That is until an uninvited second party made an entrance. The Riddler looked up to where the announcement of his arrival came from, this isn't him!! Nygma didn't want anyone else, he only wanted Batman!!! Though, he looked a bit like him in the shadows, this new figure jumped from his perch down right in front of the Puzzle Master. The Riddler backed away slightly, an uneasy look scribbled his face as he stared in sheer discomfort at the skyscraper of a super hero. "You're not Batman!!! Who the hell are you?! I want Batman you insufferable duecedly babbling barbarian!! Get out of here!!!.... You're ruining my show!!" The tone of this new player in the game was very... Annoying to the Puzzler, he didn't seem like someone who would take his game very seriously... And if you weren't going to take the game seriously, then you can't be allowed to play! He pulled from the pocket of his suit a pistol and aimed it towards the would-be player's chest with a sneer, all of the camera's turned towards the two, I mean the Riddler felt that he just had to always be on camera!!  "I don't know who you think you are but cleeeeeeeeeeeeearly you are so utterly, utterly, unfit for this game!"It was at this point the new player seemed to take note of contestant number two's death, whatever his name was, what was it? Raphael? Rolland? Rayman? Oh, who cares anyway? Certainly not the brilliant Riddler!! Yet this new player's reaction unnerved the Emerald Enigma, he lost his composition twitched his lips a little and backed away slowly, stumbling over a camera knocking it and himself to the floor. He scurried backwards, cane in one hand and gun in the other. "No, no, no feeble minded writer!! This won't be occurring like that!! Here, let me take over!!" The brilliant and simply magnificent Riddler realized at this point that messing with childish, insignificant, welp of a hero would be quite fun indeed! So gradually his unjustified discomfort, animated by this incompetent fool of a writer dispersed into the sort of smile that would make an angel shed a tear of jealousy! I mean, he just looked absolutely gorgeous as always! A humongous grin turned into a vicious, intimidating cackle as our SIMPLY magnificent protagonist lept to his feet with a twirl of his cane
"Woohoohahahaaaaaaaa!!! Perrrrrrrhaaps this will be a goood time after aaaallllll!!! Looks like we got ourselves a neeeeeeew contestant!!! Looooohoohoohahahaaaaaaaaa!!! Come on sunshine why dontcha, giveusaname?!"
Oh and of coooooarse the ever-so omnipotent Riddler saw the flying rodent up in the rafters, soooooo he made short work of that by having already rigged the portion up there to blow up and- "HEY!!! You can't do that!!! That's called god-modding!!!" "SHUT UP!! I AM A GOD!!!! I can do, as I please to the Bat!!" What actually happened to the Batman was the Riddler nor his thugs actually realized he was even there, there were a few thugs guarding the hostages around the cardboard cut outs that he could, pick off, but mostly Batman could easily rescue the hostages as some of the other guards went around the Blue Dragon. "DAMN YOOOOUUUU!!!! I WANT A NEW WRITER!!!"BATMAN | Blue Dragon
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Post by Blue Dragon on Mar 15, 2017 18:24:14 GMT
(Permission given by Riddler)While Batman was the stealthy type, it seemed that The Blue Dragon was more the type to just crash in and make a grand entrance. He was better at taking them on head on anyway. With superhuman strength and endurance, there wasn't much that he couldn't handle in terms of opponents he had faced in the past. But this was the first time he had dealt with one as maniacal as the Riddler... Thank god he hadn't met the Joker yet, huh? But there was one thing that one should NOT do... And that was piss off Blue Dragon. Berserk Mode was a side effect of his draconic DNA, and while he was generally quite composed, if his anger began to build up, he gained new power... At the expense of that composition. He would not hit as tactfully as he would normally, but he sure as hell would hit a lot harder. But killing that man, especially as brutally as he had, had done just that. The normally chipper, snarky and upbeat Blue Dragon had been replaced by a cold, harsh exterior that might even remind the Riddler somewhat of the Bat himself, if you really looked at it. And yet, his eyes, the iris having lightened into what almost resembled a tint of red, seemed to indicate that indeed, that murder had made him angry. And Riddler's words only seemed to make it worse. And the cruel part of all of it is? He had almost begun to calm down when Riddler begged off and fell. But his words, his taunting, combined together with his anger over the murder only made him seethe. His irises looked... Oh yeah, that was definitely red now. If Riddler had been able to reason with him, the opportunity had slipped by now. To the point that Dragon responded by walking over, his pace outpacing Riddler's as he grabbed him by the scruff of his suit's shirt, lifting him all the way up to where he could look him dead in the eyes. "Shut up."
His tone was cold, calice... He looked about ready to wipe the floor with Riddler, and that wasn't far from the truth. "So tell me if you've heard this riddle before... What's soft and squishy, and about to become a pile of mush?"
That headbutt seemed to give the answer. The helmeted head colliding with Riddler's skull was accompanied by Riddler being slammed into the floor before being lifted up again and tossed toward the wall with absolute fury. Dragon was aware that the cameras were on him, when he noticed them... But Berserk Mode at the stage it was at, had dulled his sense of coherent, rational thinking. At the moment, he just didn't care. He had been about to pursue Riddler when he noted the presence of his guards who had surrounded him. He looked from one, to the next, his expression cold and stoic, a radical change from the figure that had crashed into the establishment before. He at least had the sense left to know to keep the other hostage safe, and free them... Ugh, if he had Evvie with him, she'd have been able to free the remaining hostage while he handled the guards. Operating alone was such a pain sometimes. Little did he know he had backup lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike...
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Post by Nevermore on Mar 16, 2017 3:42:12 GMT
It seemed a vat of trouble was starting to bubble over in New York City, more so than usual anyway, just one state over (and about an hour's train ride) from where the hell-powered vigilante, Nevermore, called home. The national news had been brimming as of late with what was reportedly neo-human activity, forced into the spotlight by these inter-dimensional travelers, or Vagrants as they had been coined by the media machine, suddenly appearing all over the country. Entire buildings suddenly crumbling to the earth, gang warfare that only occurred in the wettest of Scorcese's wet dreams, people falling from the sky and actually walking it off to tell the tale – these were just the most recent incidents, and just the ones in Jake's backyard alone.
What sort of dimension did these people come from?! Jake wondered as he shifted through way too many tourists at Times Square, painfully wary of letting anyone bump into him. Just recklessly throwing their powers around like that and calling all this attention to themselves. No doubt I would've been shot down and arrested on the spot if I tried to pull some of these wild stunts. Dressed in jeans and a simple red t-shirt with a black, fleece-lined sweatshirt over the top of it, he traversed the bustling city crowds and attention-grabbing performers, his Nevermore gear tucked away in a backpack, feeling quite a bit uncomfortable being surrounded on all sides by this sea of humanity. Generally, Jake wasn't too fond of this part of Manhattan, nor much of the city's ground level at all – it was overstimulating at best, downright suffocating at worst – but there were simply not enough vigilantes with his sense of responsibility in this part of the country, and the ratio of crime to crime fighters was disgustingly off-balance. And with the influx of Vagrants with powers making neo-humans like him appear dangerous and proving the detractors right, Nevermore would attempt to sweep the streets at least once a week or so to lend an extra hand where he could from the shadows.
And so here he was once again, a neo-human vigilante hiding as another face in the crowd, save for the fact that he kept looking upwards at the skyscrapers that went so much higher than his hometown of New Brunswick. His twin brother used to tease him for always staring off into the buildings that went upwards for almost forever, constantly warning him that he'll look like a tourist if he kept doing that so obviously. However, this habit worked towards his favor, as Jake's eye was drawn towards the giant jumbotron affixed to a tall news building that suddenly flashed with a green question mark amidst an explosion of static. This was followed by a rather gangly, yet strangely dapper-looking gentleman dressed in a similar shade of green as the previous punctuation, hosting some sort of sick game show and calling out someone called...Batman? Was that a vigilante in this region he didn't know? No way, with a name that stupid, I'm sure I'd have at least heard of them by now.
The twisted game was already underway as the first voltage of electricity shot through the unfortunate “contestant,” which caused Jake to gasp in shock and quickly look about him at the other horrified people who stopped to watch. Breaking his eyes away from the terrifying display, he broke from the crowds and slipped into the alleyway to the right of the building the show was broadcasting from. This is what you do, Jake...this is why you put on the mask in the first place. To use your powers to protect. But seriously, when did superpowered vigilantism get so...weird?
The scene as it had been set, as if inspired by those bizarre Japanese game shows the internet was so in love with, would almost be laughable had it not already violently and bloodily claimed the life of one of the hostages. A giant of a man had burst in on the scene first, decked head to toe in armor, antagonizing the chatty fellow in green as loudly as possible. Was this the Batman that this freaky host was looking for? Jake doubted it, as he didn't really appear much like a bat, and certainly didn't seem like the type to travel by night like...you know, a bat. He was too brightly colored for that as it was, and way more fantastical than he would equate to someone to hold that kind of name.
Looks like I'm not the only vigilante in town...thank the gods. Two of us would be a far better bet against this sicko than just one or the other. I mean, demons are one thing. They're easy to understand. You know what they want and what they're gonna do to get it. Humans? There's a far more terrifying beast.
Nevermore carefully crawled forward on his perch to put himself into a more advantageous position, when a certain foreboding shadow across the way caught his eye and froze him in place. He couldn't make it out as human, demon, or something in between from this standpoint, but there was a sense of quiet tempest that softly emanated from its direction, like the sea following a storm, though not necessarily of a malicious nature. Before he could question or even investigate further, a blast of rageful, dizzying energy hit Jake all at once from the seething dragon knight below, like wildfire taking down an entire forest, riddling the young hero's arms with goosebumps at the powerful sensation of it. He instinctively looked away from the stirring tides to the furious firestorm, just in time to witness the awful CRACK of the armored man's head against the man in green's.
Annnnnnd that's my cue, Nevermore thought as the Riddler's men surrounded the azure knight, and the cloaked vigilante took that momentary distraction to jump down from his vantage point, grabbing hold of a boom microphone as he rolled forward into a strike against one of the guards coming up on the dragon man from behind, returning the swing backwards to clap another directly in the mouth. His eyes glanced back up from behind the violet lenses of his mask towards the shadowed tempest. Gods, I hope my hunch is right. If he's looking for an opportunity to save those people, I gotta keep this fruit loop distracted. Hopefully the big guy plays well with others...
“How sweet. He's got a theme,” Nevermore laughed as he decked another man under the chin with the boom mic, sending him back towards Blue Dragon to take another strike. “Next we'll be seeing a vagrant that uses only cheesy wordplay. We'll call him...the Punisher! Oh, and by the way!” Another unpolished three hit combo cracked against a few more guards. “Your riddle? The answer is television! Got any that's actually a challenge?”
BATMAN The Riddler Blue Dragon
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Post by BATMAN on Mar 22, 2017 11:52:30 GMT
 The arrival of not one but two costumed vigilantes was unexpected and unwelcome. While Batman could not be certain of their origins, be they locals of New Earth or fellow DIBs (displaced interdimensional beings, his personal term he found to be more accurate than the media’s dimensional vagrants) he was positive that they didn’t know nor understood what they were facing. The Riddler looked ridiculous in his bowler hat and green suit. He seemed pretentious and easily intimidated. What he was not, was a laughing matter. Nygma was as dangerous as they come, not because he loved wanton slaughter like the Joker or thought he was making the world a better place like Ra’s Al Ghul, but because he was smart. He didn’t just think himself smart, he was, and there was no length he would not go to in order to prove it to the world. Still, much as he had wished the two had not involved themselves in matters they clearly didn’t understand, he could still use the youngsters’ presence to his advantage. Thus far they had drawn the attention of the Nygma and his goons, temporarily taking the target off the back of the remaining hostages. Riddler however would tire of their fight soon. Brawn never did interest him, but if there was a chance to match wits, to prove that he was better than whatever New Earth had to offer, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill even more of the captives. Batman was not going to let that happen. First order of business, he realized, was the cameras. In this strange new world he found that the legend, the myth of the Batman that he had been steadily growing out in Chicago worked far better than his being known would be. Much like the early days of his career back home his status as an urban legend had to be maintained, meaning he could not have his rescue of the hostages broadcast on national television. To that end he slipped silently out of the vents, not allowing the grating to fall, and quickly spotted what he had been looking for. Across the distance, behind the green screen used for graphics during the evening news, was a fuse box. Taking aim with his REC gun he lined up a shot, waited half a breath, and pulled the trigger. A small circular projectile raced outwards, over the heads of Riddler goons, and passing between Blue Dragon and Nevermore as it tore through the green screen and struck the box in a hail of sparks. The overhead lights were the first to go offline, the stage plunging into darkness. Next, the cameras died as their indicator lights flickered once and all recording stopped, whirling of equipment ending leaving only the sounds of battle and Riddler’s ever-present pontificating to fill the void.  Red lights, likely the result of a slow acting backup generator flared to life, casting eerie shadows across the stage. Batman however was prepared for such an event, tossing off a trio of smoke pellets in opposite directions causing smoke to rise in the middle of the fighting heroes, at Riddler’s feet, and near the hostages. Plowing through the smoky haze he found a lone thug left to make certain the captives remained where they were. The man never saw him coming, nor the boot to his gut that caused him to retch, and not the gun being torn from his grasp amidst the snapping of fingers. When Riddler had hired him, the man certainly hadn’t expected to find himself pistol whipped into unconsciousness as his disassembled gun scattered around him. The Dark Knight’s second order of business came when he found the remaining hostages, frightened and expecting to die any moment. Taking a batarang from his utility belt Batman sliced through their restraints, actively avoiding having to look at the still smoking body of their coworker, and through touch alone, guided them towards the emergency exit left clear after he threw a goon through the door. With most of his bases covered he strolled through the smoke, cape cloaking him in shadow, and like a demon rising from the pits hell as red lights glowed through the misty haze, pointed at the Riddler.
“ENOUGH! This ends now Nygma,”he bellowed.  The Riddler Nevermore Blue Dragon
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Post by The Riddler on Mar 24, 2017 23:56:05 GMT
Awakening from the damage sustained by this unwanted second party with a splitting headache, among other injuries he groaned in pain, then saw yet another one!! Neither of these were Batman!! They were both brutes, well more brutish then the Conundrum Master's Cowled Caniving Crook of a nemesis.... Either way, seeing these rather inconsiderate "heroes" ruin his simply fabulous show with violence and insufferable shows of raw physique was troublesome. As he saw his thugs get their skulls pounded in one after one, demonstrating their raw ineptitude at the very task the Enigma demanded and paid them for he gave a long hefty sigh... Perhaps Batman wasn't here after all, then their was truly no one left in this simplistic world whom he could match wits with. This truly meant that he was alone among the sheaple of society, the feeble minded fools that plagued every country, every state, every city, EVERY STREET CORNER! The thought of being the only intelligent soul in the world was troubling. So, he lowered his head, shoved his hands into his pocket, and began to walk off towards the exit defeated, pity he had a fun little game he wanted to play, but, alas no cigar, so he continued his exit.... Until, what's this?! The lights... They flashed and flickered... No... Could it be?! He pressed a button on his cane, activating the emergency generator to see just what was going on... Then smoke he stumbled backwards coughing and waving it from his face, twisting and comforting his face into a joygasmic smile... IT WAS HIM!!! Nygma's thugs were picked off one by one... They were scared, had no idea what was happening, how could they? But the Riddler, he knew precisely what was happening, the out from the smoke, there he was!  "No, detective... We're just getting started"He put his cane to his mouth as a microphone, and echoing from the studio's loudspeakers the Riddler made his announcement *Screeeeach*"Llllllladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! The moment you've all been waiting fooooorrrrr!!! IT'S. THE. BAAAAAATMAAAAAAN!!!! EH HEH LAH HA!!!"He clicked yet another button, causing all the lights to flicker off as batman had caused them to. Yet they immediately returned, though different. Now they were large green circles that twisted and twirled shining at the Dark Knight, the crazy Blue Person, and the Plague Doctor. It was quiet... Extremely quiet, eerily so... One could hear a pin drop it was so quiet... Nygma Get's Cocky- By David Russo(Theme aligns with actions to transpire. Gotta make it as cinematic as all possible! "I shall be leaving time stamps for you unimaginative types! You are very welcome") (0:01)Something was to be very off, discomforting almost... The silence was broken, there was some form of ticking and rattling followed by scuttling and rapid tapping. (0:32) An innocent looking pair of small glowing lights appeared from the shadows... Followed by another... Then another... Then another... Perhaps they were getting less and less innocent looking as they multiplied... (0:41) The lights began to shamble about in circles, more and more appearing two by two... (0:52) Now the lights were no longer but simple lights... From the darkness underneath them revealed an exo-skeleton of metal scampering on the floor like monkey's or shambling about like waltzing corpses. Some twirling like ballerinas as more and more showed their metal mugs... (1:14) They all circled in unison around the three new victims. Their twirling, and scuttling, and shambling taunting all three of the would be heroes. Their movement, unnatural and erratic yet symbiotic like clockwork. Until finally they all made an abrupt stop surrounding the Bat, the Dragon, and the Plague Doctor. Staring blankly at all three in silence (1:45) The Riddler smiled a crooked smile, standing next to his last remaining hostage. Still strapped to the electric chair, Nygma put a gun to his temple "Now it's time for the game... You remember these Dark Knight? They're part of this new little game you'll all play here tonight! Now listen closely to the rules!!....."BATMAN | Blue Dragon | Nevermore
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Post by Blue Dragon on Mar 27, 2017 0:18:42 GMT
In his state, he wasn't really listening to Nevermore's puns, but he did acknowledge him as the minion was sent flying toward him, to which he would respond by punching them in the face with a solid CRACK, bringing them to the ground. The fight didn't last long though, when the lights would suddenly go out. Before long, goons were down, cameras were gone and oh! The power was out. And then came the smoke just as the backup stuff did. Oh hey, a guy in a bat costume, yelling. Wait... Guy in a Bat costume? Letting out an exhale as he would calm himself down, his eyes would slowly fade back into their more brimming brown. But before he could grill Batman on why he was in a bat costume, "Nygma" started talking again. God, he was really starting to get tired of his stupid voice. He was already in a bad mood thanks to the whole murdering thing, but this? But of course, it just HAD to get worse. And then of course, what next? Robots. Err, he was pretty sure these were robots, he was pretty sure anyway. Maybe? They were... Honestly kind of unsettling, but now that he was in a more chipper form, he didn't seem to be sweating them all that much in his facial expressions. "So uh... Hey..." He began, trying to remember his name. "NYGMAAAAA!" He bellowed out, in a voice that was a clear imitation of Batman. "... Or whatever your name is? I mean, "Riddle Guy" seems a bit too simple, buuuut I could see it. Anyway, thing is... Unlike the guy in the bat costume over there, me and uh... Uh..." He began, looking over at Nevermore and motioning toward him as he looked back at Riddler. "... That guy, we're not really familiar with them like Batman is. Could you elaborate a little?"Of course he was buying time. He'd figured out by now how much "Nygma" liked to talk. More talking... Less focusing on the subject at hand. More time to plan. It seemed that once he had calmed and Berserk Mode had worn off... He'd been able to think with a more rational head and make a plan. BATMAN Nevermore The Riddler
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Post by Nevermore on Mar 28, 2017 3:18:10 GMT
As the fight began to die down, Nevermore looked forward and paused suddenly, his shoulders tensing as he stared in horror down the barrel of a high-tech camera lens filming his every movement...live. As in right now. On national television. Everyone outside the building and watching at home would finally have seen the vigilante urban legend Nevermore publicly attempting to take down this emerald-clad terrorist, and no doubt the media machine was already trying to spin this into a negative light to keep up expected appearances. I am in so much trouble... were the only words that crossed his mind in this moment, just as a crackling bead of electricity sped between him and Blue Dragon, sizzling a fusebox on the opposite wall and shutting down power to the broadcast while the large space filled with dark smoke. The feeds having successfully been cut out, it seemed Fate had smiled upon the young vigilante.
Jake quickly turned back from the sparking box to face where this divine intervention had come from, the long nose of his mask preventing him from choking on the sudden cloud of gas that surrounded them. “Woah...” he whispered at the grand appearance of the Batman, and he mentally took back his earlier quip about it being a stupid name. The way he held himself and spoke, he could have been called the Human Guinea Pig and still appear like a force of nature to be reckoned with. Like a fallen angel shrouded in midnight, this foreboding figure rose among the glow of red generator lights and wafting smoke, calling out to the man in green as a judge calls forth the condemned to face trial. The sensation of the tempest at sea churned from this man powerfully, calm and controlled yet threatening danger and destruction, just at the point where the tides were about to rise and crash onto the shore.
Nevermore's awestruck gaze upon the newly revealed Caped Crusader was quickly shaken by the boisterous jeers from the dragon knight, who seemed to be trying to compensate for something through his bold nature and taunting tactics. Wait...I think he's onto something here. Using his insecurities against him and keeping him talking. But he's playing a real dangerous game here.
Gripping tightly to the boom mic still in his hands as the spotlights shone down onto the three trespassing heroes, Jake cast a glance at Blue Dragon, positioned to take a flying charge at Nygma on his mark and at a moment's notice. “Nevermore,” he interjected as the large suit of blue armor struggled to place a name on him in the midst of his mockery of the Riddler. “And you might wanna cool it there on the insults, Dragonboy. This unlucky charm might actually be as smart as he is crazy.”
Mechanical whirring and melodic tick-tock tick-tock of shadowed figures coming towards the small amount of light interrupted Nevermore's train of thought, as rigid, yet oddly graceful androids twirled forth and surrounded the trio to the tune of Nygma's hideous laughing. Jake stared at these life-sized dolls with wide eyes beneath his mask, tilting his head to the side in confusion. One of them looked back at him expressionlessly and mirrored the exact same motion, glowing iridescently with its brothers. “Wh-What are these things?” he asked towards the glowing light that circled the Batman. His voice quavered a bit in distress at this unexpected turn of events, a few embers of violet flame flickering off the folds of his cloak as the Riddler threatened the last of the hostages and began to explain this next little game he had in store.
BATMAN Blue Dragon The Riddler
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Post by BATMAN on Apr 3, 2017 18:14:34 GMT
Batman held his ground, making no sudden movements, eyes narrowed at the sight of the Riddler Bots. They looked much like those he had encountered previously back in his own world. How and where Nygma had gotten the materials and resources needed to build more here in the New World, he didn’t know. It was after all fully possible that they had merely emerged with him, as his own Batmobile had so many months prior. Either way, they robotic foes were not only an annoyance, but much like their master they were a deadly annoyance. Most of them seemed like the basic models he had battled in the past and while more difficult to defeat than a standard street thug, they were not overly dangerous unless you found yourself surrounded by them. It was the variants he was concerned with, those programmed to be absolutely lethal and constructed to be near invincible unless struck by the right type of attack or even the proper opponent. Back home that meant Nightwing , Selina, or even Robin, but here in this new world where his allies had either not arrived or were scattered across the earth, it would make this battle far more difficult. If indeed those variants existed within the ranks of these metal combatants he was going to have to get very lucky in order to defeat them. Mimicking the fighting styles of my allies should be simple enough, but can I do it while keeping the two rookies safe? I don’t know their abilities or how well trained either are and expecting them to copy Dick, Tim, or even Selina is too much, he thought. “You two, follow my lead. Don’t take any unnecessary risks with these things. If they are green, they are all yours. Any other color is off limits. All of them view Riddler as their god so any attack on him will be met with harsh resistance. Focus on bots. Nygma can wait while we deal with his congregation.” Batman ordered the two vigilantes, voice booming. Hand outstretched, palm up, he waved his index finger in a “bring it” motion, making sure that Riddler saw it.
“New Earth, same stupid games Nygma. Still having to build the only things to recognize you as, as smart as you think you are. You never learn. Let’s get this over with.”
The Riddler Blue Dragon Nevermore
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Post by The Riddler on Jun 4, 2017 9:08:26 GMT
Those impudent children continued to prattle and pry... It was maddening!! They just wouldn't stop talking! Continued to poke jokes and jeers.... Unlucky Charm?! Oh, come on!! That one's. Not. Even. FUNNY!! What was wrong with them?! Why won't they shut up?! They're ruining his big night! His and Batman's big night! He tugged at his hair in one hand as they spoke, rapidly clenching and unclenching his fist in the other. Until finally- "SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!! JUST SHUT UUUUUUUUUPPPP!!!"
He cradled his head between his hands and shook violently, like a volatile mix if chemicals ready to erupt into an explosion of corrosive acid. He panted and paced. Panted and paced. Paced and panted. Walking from left to right. Right to left. "Listen! Listen-listen-LISTEN!!! I'm trying to explain to you dim-witted dumbasses the rules! YouWillPlayMyGameByMyRulesAndYouWillListenToMyRulesAndYouWillFollowMyRulesAnd-And-And-Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"He frantically shouted as paced left to right. Right to left. And so on. His heart raced and his face went bright red, stomping about like an insane toddler. As he stomped and cradled his skull, his robots... They shook violently as well, rattling and creaking. In what appeared to be some horrific mix of debilitating agony and furiously blind rage, they shook and shivered, until finally collapsing to their knees and raising their head and both hands up to the rafters. The always silent drones, at that very moment, broke their oath of silence in an ear-damming shriek of pain. Crying to the heavens in an ungodly sounding high pitched wail of pain, with what can only be properly described as the terrifying cries of a banshee mixed unnaturally with the unholy shriek of a buzzard. The screams only got louder. And louder. And louder. Scratching at, and ripping up the floors as shriek went on, uninterrupted, for what many would describe as seemed like hours. Nygma's glasses actually shattered from the screams, and the contestant, still wired to the electric chair, gave his own wail if pain as bright red liquid oozed like a river from his ears, pouring down his neck like a great flood, and finally landing on his suit. Until at last, as suddenly as it started, the shrieks ceased to be. Abruptly ending as the robots miraculously, like clockwork, immediately stood back into their emotionless, haunched staring of the heroes. The Riddler inhaled and exhaled, soothing himself with some form of hum. Or perhaps he was speaking to himself? In any case, it was too silent for most to be able to hear. He patted off what invisible specs of dust lay on his clothing, and composed himself with an adjustment of his tie. "Now then, as I was saying" he began with the chilled tone of an icicle "The rules, crafted ever-so exquisitely by yours truly! Now, I'm quite pressed for time, so we'll skip over how to properly address me, as well as the bathroom scheduling. You're all wearing pants after all... In any case, you dull dribble of parasitic plebiscites, these expertly crafted marvels of modern engineering have a very simple (well, simple for me, overly complex and intricate for Neanderthals like yourselves) mechanism in which the internal power cells within the androids' abdomins power a-" He froze halfway through the explanation, upon the realization of just who the people he was speaking to were "Their bellies change color" he said with a sigh "I call this game.... Nygma Says!! Oh, and by-the-by, Batman...." the dull shade of green, shining bright upon the robotic exo-skeletons, blinked, changing into about ten different colors of the rainbow, none if them green... "Color number-three-two-C-D-three-two, will not, be on our palette for today..." he announced, with a vicious slasher smile "I bet you're all wondering what you're colors are.... Aren't yooouuu?! Well my dear contestants, divine intervention has come to your aide!" The Riddler announced gleefully, as his slasher smile grew ever larger, pressing a button upon his cane. A large cloth, with a green question mark in the center rolled down from the rafters, as a blue light seemingly from nowhere shined bright upon it. "Here's how this works my dear, sweat, simpletons! I give a riddle, and the answer will be the color that you may strike! OH! I had almost forgotten! Whenever you, dear morons, strike the wrong color... They will emitt enough voltage to slay Killer Croc himself! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaahahahaha! GOOD LUCK GENTLEMEN! I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU'RE DEATHS!! LOOOOOOHOOOOHOOOHOOONYAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA- God I'm brilliant! 3-2-1-GO!!"The Riddler exclaimed, jogging in place as his multi-colored minions began their assault. The screen, replayed proudly this exact message: The Jackass who smashed my skull in:
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The Bubonic Plague fanatic:
19 9 8 20 | 9 19 | 1 | 16 5 20 25 | 6 15 | 18 12 15 15 3 | 21 20 2 | 19 9 20 | 15 14 20 | 12 15 25 12 5 23 | 18 15 | 12 21 2 5 | 12 25 12 21 15 | 54 5 14 | 19 9 20 8 | 16 25 20 5 | 15 6 | 12 20 5 12 21 2 | 69 | 1 | 12 5 23 5 15 6 18 23 | 19 9 | 20 6 18 51
For our Dear Dark Knight:
You have 75 roguishly handsome Riddlemen. Add 440 roguishly handsome Riddlemen. Now subtract 20. add 293. Are you lost yet? Add 2. Now my dear rodent, subtract 2. Add 2 again. Your IQ is 12. Add 1000 to those handsome Riddlemen. Subtract 2 again. Multiply by 4. Multiply by 5. Divide by 1. You are stupid, just thought I'd remind you. Subtract 700. Multiply by 3. Divide by 2. Add 3.14159. Add 1000000 and subtract 200000. I hope you die. Add 12 Jokers and 2 Penguins together. Subtract 3.142 from the handsome Riddlemen. Now, subtract 500. Have you given up yet?! Just give up already, rodent! Admit it! Admit I'm better than you! Just do it! DO IT!! subtract 10. Finally, subtract 52000. How many roguishly handsome Riddlemen are there?
(Feel free to PM me if you need help with the riddles Worthless cheating morons! Go ahead and message him! I dare you!) BATMAN | Blue Dragon | Nevermore
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Post by Blue Dragon on Jul 22, 2017 22:14:35 GMT
"Hey! Hornswoggle! Use some damn spacing in the crack you say, aye?" Dragon would call out toward Riddler during the start of his rant. "It's not that we're having a hard time understanding you because we're intellectually inferior... We're having a hard time understanding AND staying interested in the sh*t you say because you say it so damn fast and incoherently! That and you sound like you're being electrocuted, soooo uh... We're all kind of concerned about your well-being a bit too much because while I'd love to punch your damn teeth in, I can't do that if you get fried, mkay?
But yeah... The whole sounding like you're already in the chair deal is distracting. Seriously, man." He added as he would let out an exhale, watching as the robots would also have a tantrum just as Riddler did. For a moment, a plan began to unravel in his head... If he could knock out Riddler while his two allies were keeping the robots busy, would the robots go down as well? No... Too risky. He couldn't leave Batman and Nevermore to the wolves, and most likely the Riddler would simply run and it would be a wild goose chase that would get him nowhere near his goal until it was too late. They'd have to stay together in this instance, it seemed. And he'd have to think up a new plan of action. His eyes kept attention on the robots while he listened to him prattle on, his eyelids falling as even he really wasn't sure what he was saying. When he finally clarified, he let out a groan. "Why couldn't you have just said that sooner, oh my god..." He would mutter under his breath. "This guy sounds like he read through the entire thesaurus and needs to justify the time by using as much of it as possible in every sentence... That, or a serious inferiority complex that he needed to try to sound smart and important to cope with and not seem like he was inferior to all others. Or was that a superiority complex, him going out of his way to try to seem better than everyone else? Bloody hell, I don't know.A riddle, he says? The riddles would decide what colors corresponded to the bots that're somehow tied to them... That was a genius thing all in itself, but why not just make it so it would shock them no matter who touched it? It was parts a work of genius, another parts... Well... Honestly, this guy was an idiot! "Why don't you..." He trailed off, as he made his realization after. "Oh screw it, you wouldn't listen" He watched the screens as the bots would begin their assault. Blue wings would sprout from his back, just above his cape from within his armor as he would take to the air just in time to narrowly dodge an attack from one of the bots. "DAMN, they're fast!" He would cry out, his eyes widening a moment under his helmet. He had been taking them far too lightly, it was clear he needed to really be careful here. The robot that had attacked him would leap up and go for another swing, but with the advantage in the air, Dragon would spin and divebomb through the air to avoid it. "Hey, I'm thinking here!" He would cry out as he would watch the screen with one eye, keeping another on the bots best he could... It was more than obvious which riddle was meant for him, but the issue was that the text was not something that was in English. What in the world was this? Although... He felt like he had seen this before. Think, Dragon, think! Where had you seen this before? This style of text, you'd seen it, you'd seen it... Where? When? How? It wasn't like they taught any other language besides French in school- Wait! Wait they had! Or well, not taught, but there'd been a lesson in high school about the history of written language, including a chapter on morse code... And this looked an awful lot like morse code... Well, it was worth a shot, he supposed. But if only he could decipher it... He'd been taught what it LOOKED LIKE, but not how to understand it. Or well, he HOPED this was what it was, because it'd been a long time since he had seen morse code proper. He was taking a gamble on this, if he did try to... No, he couldn't understand it. He couldn't! There had to be a way to decipher- "What if..."He would quickly boot up the HoloWatch built into his suit and tried to access the internet using his data... "Oh my god."It actually worked! Riddler hadn't disabled the internet in here! Now all he had to do was look up a Morse Code translator... Bingo! Dragon would fly a bit closer to the screen to get a good read of his riddle, and began typing in what he saw. Of course, he would have to fly upwards when the robot came at him again. "Oi! I'm busy up here! Screw off, tinny-tin-can!"He knew it wasn't long before they'd leap again and try again, he knew, so he tried his best to accelerate his typing speed without error... Luckily this was a skill of his, though he did make errors sometimes. Made texting real awkward when the typos came... Hopefully this would not be a typo because it would be a VERY deadly typo most likely. "There we go... Enter!"He began to read off what it read... "YOUARETHISCOLORIFYOUAREFEELINGDOWNYOUREYESARETHISCOLORIFTHEYARENOTGREENORBROWN" He would read off the screen, and the moment he finished reading it, his eyes widened for a moment as he seemed to have a realization, then he looked down at the color of his armor and his eyes widened as he looked back up at Riddler. "... Oh my god."
His eyes went from wide at the realization, to normal sized with his eyelids lowering in disdain. The realization of what the answer was literally flabbergasted him. "... Oh, f**k you."
The morse code had been a problem, yes. But the riddle itself was so easy, it was actually borderline insulting how easy his was compared to that of the other two. Taking a deep breath, he would shoot a glare toward Riddler. "I'm going to break his arm" He decided in a mumble under his breath. Letting himself try to calm down a moment, he watched as the bot was about to strike again. Turning his HoloWatch off, he would smirk lightly under the helm as he seemed to decide what to take his anger out on. "Oh, look what your color just happens to be..."
His lips then twitched into a grin as he would divebomb down to meet them head on, with a kick aimed toward the blue belly of the robot. The RiddlerNevermoreBATMAN
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