Splended we have a Batman then. As far as the Nightwing romance thing... we kinda have no Nightwing.

So here we go then that leaves us with

Batgirl
Batman
Robin
Gordan

Ra's al Ghul
Catwoman
my mystery Villain
and Terri

Um we are still a little short on the baddie side me thinks. Never good for the hero's to out number us, it's hard enough getting beat up by one much less two at once. *smile*
Not to mention Catwoman is more of a netural character and Terri sounds like she might be as well. People we need more evil!!!!
So I'll give the forum a little under a day to see if we can find another Villian or two out there if not we will make do and hope some other's join in.
Excited to get started. Best wishes

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Gordon is not exactly a hero, he is a policeman as you may recall from Batman movies.

Name: James Gordon
Rank: Lietunant(could change depends on the plot)
Age: late 40s
Personality: Known as one of honest, uncorrupted policemen that fully works for the sake of Gotham by the comissioner. He has a deep commitment to the law and enforcing of the law. He is stubborn as well at times when he is on the case.

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Well he helps Batman a lot so he has count for something like Alfred. Speaking of Alfred, do you want him in this?

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I was cured all right.

It would be delightful to have Alfred in this.

Well I think we pretty much have everything we need, if any other people want to join in with a few villians feel free to ask and i'd be more then happy to see ya.

So let's all have fun and try to keep the rating around pg-13. Also remember that this is more of a modern age thing so no "Holy dunken doughnuts Batman!" or anything like that.

*Starts the scene*

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Plot:
Gotham's crime rate is more rampant then ever and the spirits of the people grow more dry every day. Many believe the city is beyond saving. Angry riots break out in the streets and most good folks refuse to even come out of their homes. The question is where is this crime coming from? Is there some significant individual responsible and how can the hopes of the innocent be restored?




Setting:
It started upon a day.
A beautiful cloudy grey day that fell over the City of Gotham. Below was the picture of corruption. Police sirens rang out in the lower distracts mingling with barking dogs, screams of rage and your occasional shattering glass or gun shot. Run down buildings had been sprayed painted to the point where they took on a sort of sickly dark color. Ironic almost for the city was sick and crime was its cancer.
Yet this was only the outskirts of Gotham, the limbs which had strayed to far from the beating heart and now laid dying. For the center of the city was much different. Dark sky scrappers towered over the inhabitants forever casting them in the shadows of gloom and despaire. Smog and steam arose from grated sewers and here corruption wore a fancy suit. This is where our story begins. In this city which is held together by the hands of only a few good men and women.

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As our two villians came to plot what ever sinister deeds they might upon this day by chance they were not the only creatures to dwell between the cracks of Gotham. Dumpsters and dull silver trash cans littered the ally way, most of the filth seemed to be pushed into the corners rather then resting in thier proper containers and yet from out the top of one of the cans poked the head of a very small and dusky cat.

It tilted it's head in curiousity at the new arrivials then leapt gracefully from it's home. and with an odd sort of affection it followed the lady with much caution and curiousity.

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Gordon was at his office working with the higher morale of having been promoted to the rank of lietunant a couple of weeks ago because of his cotribution to getting caught of Ra's Al Ghul and saving the city from a destruction. The Gotham police station had been changed then, his bribe eating partner Flitch(?) had been suspended from the profession of policeman by Commisioner himself. And that event left marks on Gordon, the appearing of masked vigiliante had given him just a fool's hope that Gotham would become a safe place in the near future but he knew that it won't be as quick as he had dreamed of.

As Gordon found himself working between a mountain pile of paperwork waiting to be prepared before the morning, he let out a anxious sigh, sipping off of his mud like coffee. He licked all over his dry lips and poured the rest of the coffee into one of pots that had been put by himself nearby the window in order to show that he is an adorned man. However, faded pot of flowers tell it otherwise to the people who visited Gordon's office for work basis. For a moment. as he looked at the faded flowers that fell off its roots. He reminded of his one and only daughter not he remembered that he loved her but he remembered that he neglected her too much. He was not showing much effort since he moved up here from his old office. Everytime he felt himself in the space, a phone is called and a voice urgenly told thim to join up to the polices who is about to leave for the operation. He knew that the phone is about to toll once again and he had to get away from his daughter once again at the expense of honor of duty.

And the phone tolled. A loud yet urgent voice spoke up and said: "Gordon, you are needed to head the operation. Meet me up at the twenty miles away from portside. We have spotted a murder had been committed" Gordon let out a whispering sigh, his head lowered like he was emberrassed at voice of the man talked about the upcoming duty. "Yes, comissioner I will meet you there as fast as I can" He hang up the phone, motoning his legs to the doorway. Grabbed his badge, gun and the other stuff needed. Walked out the door. Yelled an order to all who surrounded him. "We have got work to do, gentlemen. Have your guns, say farewell to the tardiness and get your lazy buts out of there, make your way to the front of the police department immediately. I want to see every single of policemen down there in less than 2 minutes. Move, move, move" He raised up his voice as he finished.

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OOC: That was beautifully done Jack

And thus a savored yet short lived peace died in the department of Gotham's finest. Feet were imeaditly yanked from the desk as officers grabbed thier gear and bolted for the door. One of the younger officer by the name of Mark Richards spilt his coffie over a small stack of papers as he nervously scrambled for his badge. He was new and still hadn't quite adapted to the sudden out burst from Mr. Gordan, but he'd learn. Cursing under his breath he followed his fellow officers out the door. Yet though this youngling showed eagerness mixed with nervous fear, most of the faces were all painted with a single theme...

Not again...
What was it this time? Rape, Homocide, another killing? The officer's much like Gordon were tired. Thier hearts sought peace but many were having a hard time working the long hours and witnessing crime after crime. The portable T.V on one of the desks didn't help lift spirts as it anounced more grim information to the world.

"And in today's news three more lives are claimed by the strange outbreak. Johnny Elise was found dead in his bed."

The screen flickers and shows the picture of a woman with black hair crying. "He was fine this morning! I don't know what happened to him...my boy, why did they take my boy!!!"

Another shift and the reporter is seen at his desk. "Jhonny has yet to be the youngest of the illness dying at the age of just under 12, doctors still have no idea as to what could have caused this but are pointing to the industrial polution that is scaring the Gotham air."[/i]

Sadly it seems the news would continue with another grim report once the press got word of the murder.

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OC: Thanks for the compliment, whiteshadows

When Gordon finished his speech-like talk over a squad of lazy butted policemen, he made it to the stairway after policemen. As he moved to there, a young but good- looking young policeman passed him by. Gordon noticed that that police is a newbie in the squad. Have not seen of as anxious, gawky as one like him. Gordon's sudden outburst seemed to have affected him greatly. He can tell by his prominently slopy and impatient movements of his arms, legs. The tension for him seemed higher.

Good Gordon thought. Good to living the tension inside than showing outside.

His eyes turned at the tv, to the reporters that already dived into sternpost over the event. Gordon turned off the tv and made his way to the downstairs.

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As the grim and violent events began to unfold in the city of Gotham, in the slopes of the Himalayas, a man stood gazing at the cliffs, watching the sun reflect the snow. He brushed his hand across his face. No sign of damage on it.

No sign that he had recently been trapped with a microwave emitter on a runaway train car that flew off the rails, crashing into a parking garage. It was only through luck that two of his agents quickly removed his body from the accident and transported him swiftly and silently to their base where the Lazarus Pit waited for him. And now, he was back. Literally back from the dead. But now, he wanted vengeance. Vengeance against his former pupil and the city he swore to defend.

However it will have to wait..for now. The rest of Gotham was under the impression that he was dead and it would be wise for them to be under that impression a bit more. He retreated back into the newly rebuilt sanctuary base of the League of Shadows. It had been destroyed by his former pupil. If he didn't have such ridiculous ideals, Ra's thought bitterly. He would have been his best pupil.

He paced around the training grounds, his eyes wandering from pair to pair as they trained in their various arts of combats. Occasionally he would stop to correct a pupil or in some cases, berate him. Overall, though, he was fairly pleased. The League was recovering from its setback and will soon be ready.

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I was cured all right.

Soon the city would fliar forth with siren's and flashing lights. Yet when this boast of justice cried out in the people of thie city would lock thier doors, close the curtains. Petty thieves would scurry into allyways, drug dealers would duck behind cars along with all the rest of the roaches of Gotham.
Above the smog and clouds shrouded the sun as if to humor the evil and injustice, providing them with almost an eternal darkness. It was if even the elements them selves wanted to do nothing more but bring the city to its knees.

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OOC: I was still wondering if you will be using Ra's history from the comics. You know the whole living for 500 years thing. If so will Ubu, his silent but respectful right hand man, will he be in the RP. Wanted to ask first because I didn't want to interfer or mess up which ever image you choose.

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(Yeah, I think that's the plan. The movie never really did say anything contradicting to the comic version's history I'll sort of, kind of introduce Ubu now.)

Ra's thoroughly inspected the ten agents that Ra's thought was best suited to become Ubu. His former Ubu was killed by Wayne, whom Ra's had hoped to replace him. Ra's eyes darted from one man to another as he looked for strengths, flaws. There was only one way to find out.

At the end of the row of contestants was a pile of swords. Behind that pile was a door that lead to a small arena where the Ubu was to be decided. Ra's gave a curt command and two of the men detached themselves from the group, grabbed a sword each, and walked to the arena, followed by Ra's.

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Thus high in a much colder place the rituals of combat begin. From under the watchful eye of the Imortal Ra's Al Ghul one man would become his right arm and personal body guard. He would make sure that thier lord and beloved leader was given the respect he deserved. For to the leauge of shadows he was more then a leader he was a diety, a holy relic.

OOC: Hope ya didn't mind me jumpin in, i'd be more then happy to take control of the new Ubu if you like.

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