It was almost sundown when Jason finally awoke. He wasted no time getting up, now that he'd finally gotten some much needed sleep. Walking out of the room, he got filled in on everything.
The ghosts of batman missing, Jervis dead by the owl's hand, the iceberg lounge being abandoned but full of what lloked like Nightwing and Batgirl's handiwork, the Bats well rested and apparently agreeable to a temporary partnership, most of the paladins awake. What caught his attention the most, however, was the information that last night and all day, Matt had gone around, resupplying each armory in town with the new gear he had ordered for not only the gang, but for himself, as well, and that waiting for him in his personal armory was the new gear he had ordered his men at Todd Industries to build almost a month ago. Finally, some good fucking news.
His armory was small for an armory, but it was bigger than his bedroom. It was brightly lit, with metal paneled walls and a metal paneled ceiling, and a concrete sliding door that functioned on it's own power, so that it could double as a panic room for a few hours, if need be.
When you entered the square room from the secret entrance in Jason and Rose's closet, directly to either side of you were things like knives and bludgions, anything designed to be a melee weapon. Along both the walls connecting that wall to the far one, was where anything designed for ranged combat he had, usually different guns he had lifted off enemies that could prove effective. Roman's guns might've gone there, if not for their mediocre effectiveness or the fact that they had been in the trunk of Bane's car, and thus destroyed the night before. On the far wall, was anything special, freeze bombs, fear gas, etcetera. In the center of said wall, however, directly across from the entrance was the cylinder case that Jason kept his armor in. There was a keypad next to said case that required Jason's passcode to be operated. Once you entered that passcode, you could unlock the suit, sound the alarm, or lock the room.
Jason entered the passcode, ARMIS DEORUM, stepping back to see his new suit. It, unlike the other new suits the Outlaws would use from here on out, kept the theme of Red Hood, only this one was more technologically advanced than any other suit he'd designed, which is why it had taken so long to get finished.
The suit was black save for three things spots, the helmet, the gauntlets, and the wide Bat stretching across the upper chest. The boots had no blades, because that space went towards making it so that, like the gloves, they could be electrified like the Electrocutioners gloves that Bruce occasionally used, and they instead just had a knife holster on the left one.
The pants were, as with the Eagle II armor he'd designed for the Paladins, as armored as they could be without compromising agility, with very thick ballitic mesh taking its place for the areas that plating couldn't be placed. Balistic fiber was also use in the four holsters that could be detached or reattached, each one designed for his actual revolvers, Ares, Mars, Horus, and Tyr.
He would only be using Ares and Mars this time around, no sense bringing the other two unless he knew Doomsday or Darkseid were in town.
The shoulders had small padrons on them, but not ones big enough to stop the user from lifting their arms, that could be used over the jacket attachment. The gaunlets also could, and were the most complicated bit on the suit, save for the helmet. Wearing them gave the user, in all, elecrifiable fists, improved versions of Deadshot's Gauntlets, hidden blades just like his actual suit, fiery blades of the Order of Saint Dumas, and finally, the league of Assassins's take on the fins that the bats used on their gloves, his being stronger, designed for trapping and breaking blades or just straight up cutting enemies.
The chestplate was the thing that gave the boys the hardest time, as Jason wouldn't let them put some clunky backpack on it, meaning that not only did they had to make the torso of the suit worked perfectly as designed, elecrifiable bat symbol and all, they had to safely fit an entire power source inside of it. They had managed to do so, but it would need to be charged ever once in a while, or it would go dead and would be incredibly difficult to use.
Over the chestplate, Jason could also fit a bandolier and a big, balistic fiber and leather jacket over that for extra storage space, which he was doing tonight, suspecting he might need it.
The helmet was the piece that had taken the tech boys so long, and for good reason. It was able to use it's own detective vision, whether the tower was even running, it saw through smoke, it rendered flashbangs unsless, it instantly identified stolen weapons or any known criminals in the area, it could double as a comm link or a phone, it had access to the internet and all the knowledge of Jason's database, basically making it a Batcomputer onto itself, disguised his voice, and it easily filtered out most airborne contaminants.
On top of all that, even the white spaces that protected his eyes were strong enough to stop most bullets, and unlike with his last helmet, the line that traced his jaw and the back of his head where the top half of the helmet met the other was now mearly a design choice, not a weakness.
It took Jason a few minutes to put it on and double check the systems, but once he had, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic at finally being able to use it. He didn't want to waste time, getting the final info he needed and telling Rose he was fine as he got into his car. He didn't know where Dickie or Cain were, but he did know that before the fight began, he needed to find where Bane had gone. A quick, private conversation with Victor later, and Jason knew where to look.
Antonio was in the warehouse in the slums, waiting for 'the Blacksmith' to finish his work. He was the man who'd made him his first suit of armor, and he was about to make him a second, even if it was hastily made. He only had a couple hours left.
That was when Jason showed up in his car, and his new suit.
"It finally came in, huh?"
"...Antonio, we're gonna talk about what happened."
"What? When we won the fight?"
"No, when you used venom, jackass. Now, I know-"
"You know noth-"
"I KNOW...How hard it has been. You aren't the only person who's lost someone, as you used to feel great joy in reminding me. Now, I didn't know any of them, even Chester like you did, but you WILL stop acting like their deaths give you the right to act like this. Going awol, making a mess and not telling us about it, going back to old haunts that the cops know about, that shit doesn't fly. You can be pissed off at yourself all you want, Antonio, but you WILL quit being a bitch when we need you, and you WILL NOT put the people who count on the two of us, be they Rose or Valeria, at risk AGAIN. Is that clear?"
"...Yes."
"Good. Now, where is this 'Bane' shit I've heard about?"
"With the Blacksmith, being made into a new version of a suit he made for me, years ago."
"Alright...now I'm not gonna stop you from using this shit, because I know from Fries how much better it is, but I am gonna warn you. If this shit makes you go out of wack even close to how you once were, I am pulling the plug, that second. Got that?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Now, lets go see how this shit is coming, we don't have much time.", he said before activating his comm and speaking to Fries, "Call all the Paladins, Sentinels, and Knights. Tell them to report to the closest armory if they haven't already, get their new gear. As soon as possible. And tell Slipknot to go home, he's been up way too long, we don't need another unreliable lieutenant right now."
Thomas Wayne Jr. was standing beside a man who was once one of his least favorite "brethren". As they said when people still actually had to read, however, adversity makes for strange bedfellows.
Escaping the elimination of most of their kin (only a couple hindred last night, now perhaps a dozen shattered refugees in a city they once ruled) the two knew that the plan thought up by the more popular members of the shattered Talons was not going to work, left. They came up with an actual plan, and, so far it'd worked without a problem. And now, they finally had all they needed to initiate the final step.
The three ghosts of Batman, two of the greatest bats, Two of the greatest assassins ever, and a few dozen other pawns from across the city. The ability to control them. And finally, good enough leverage so that the Bat, nor his bastard son could run and come back later with help from the other superheroes. My god, Batmen and Supermen, how far imagination has fallen.
Now, they just needed a choice of venue. A place they could entrap and kill all those who had ever wronged them, the Bats or the "Outlaws". Arkham Asylum came up in the brainstorm, but, eventually, it was settled. They would end it where it began, where the people of Gotham first bent the knee to the Bat in the form of the then-police-lieutenant James Gordon. The GCPD. Plus, if they delt with the Police department first, they would have no interruptions from anyone.
The only two possible other parties that could stop the two from getting revenge then would be the "Justice League", or the National Guard, and neither would get there in time. So here he was.
Watching what could've been his last sunset in a police station teaming with unconscious cops who'd been "called in" by their "commissioner", with the great great grandfather of his nephew. Thinking about family always did give me headaches.
Tim and the others were ready. Even, to Bruce's dismay, Selina, Helena, and, according to Rose Wilson before she'd left about an hour prior to what was now sunset, the "Outlaws". Unfortunately, when they checked in with Jim over the phone, it wasn't him on the line.
In his place, was Barbara Gordon for about three seconds, before the line went dead. Quickly turning on the Batcomputer to see through the hidden camera he'd unstalled in Jim's office years ago, Bruce and the others saw that Jim's desk had been flipped, he was unconscious in a corner, and his daughter had already joined him. Barb was a mess, still in her same clothes from yesterday, bloodied, and in her wheelchair, being held by her the back of her neck by someone in an armor suit resembling a humanoid owl with glowing orange eyes. The man was silent, right up until he shot the camera with Jim's revolver.
"Hmm...alright, everyone. At least we know where the showdown's gonna be.", Oliver said.
"That wasn't funny, Queen."
"I know. Just sayin'. Now, unless you want me to make more extremely unfunny jokes at this situation's expense, I suggest we get moving."
"Alright, now. Matt, I want your team to surround the place, and want 'till we get there to move in. From the heads up Xavier gave us, nobody's in danger at the moment. They don't know you're there now, but if that changes, they might, so wait a minute before you reveal yourselves. Alexi, I want you and all the other Paladins, to meet up with his team the same. Fries, you hang back, keep all the militia and sentinels well informed, of every threat, owl related or not.
The four of us'll meet up with the Bats, explain the situation on the way. Now, if they don't wanna go along with us, you'll have to do this on your own, so be ready to go at a moment's notice, alright?", to which Jason received numerus reassurances that they all did understand. He then finished before deactivating his comm, "And everyone...Es Securus."
"You, know, boss, you never did say why you speak a dead language. I mean, you do know that we have no idea how people actually said that shit, right?"
"Lawton, dead language, just means nobody natively speaks it anymore. And I know it, because, if you couldn't guess from all the obscure references I make day in and day out, I'm a fuckin' nerd."
"You can say that ag-"
"Quiet, amigos. Look."
The three looked over, to see all the bats still free of capture looking over at them from the next building. Jason then used the fire extinguisher they had brought up to put out the flaming bat symbol they had gasoline'd into the rooftop, which they knew would be visible to the bats once they got whatever message the Owls would send them to make them aware of just where they needed to go.
Jason, knowing that Batman wouldn't risk using their car or bikes for fear of somehow being tracked or heard. Nor the batwing, because it could only take one person and even Bruce wasn't that self-aggrandizing.
"Quite the message, Red Hood. New duds?"
"Semper paratus, Batman."
"Paratus et bene armati?"
"In meus expertus, non sunt idem."
"Okay, will you please stop it with the nerd talk?"
"I agree with the hitman."
"Fine, killjoys. Come on. Our men have already surrounded the place. Let's get over there, then we can talk strategy."
"Fine.", Batman uncharacteristically agreed, leaving Jason feeling like maybe talking in latin on top of all the other hints might've been a little on the nose, as he led the now 11 strong group to the building where Alexi and Matt were both waiting, the small apartment right above the roof of the GCPD HQ a few paladins usually stayed in to make sure things like this didn't happen.
Arsenal had not been happy to wake up to the catheter, and he was even less happy to hear what had happened in the time he'd been asleep. He quickly got out of bed, rushing to meet up with Clayface, now with his Red Arrow gear that someone had been sent to Star City to find and get for him. He was happy for that at least, as he charged towards a confrontation between apparent armies, just trying to save his friends.
To not be worthless anymore. He'd spent a year of his life lying around while his friends and family were shot at. If facing Ollie and Dinah again was the price he had to pay for getting off his ass, so be it.
The Outlaws and the others had finally gotten to The Elderly Prince appartment building, the bats and their friends being visibly confused when the four just went down to street level and walked into the building. Waving to the receptionist who looked scared before realizing it was just him as he went, Jason led the strange group of vigilanties and supervillains to the stairs, them all taking turns rappelling up to the top floor one at a time.
Once they were all up, barely fitting on one floor of the staircase, Jason turned and opened the door into the hall of the top floor. The setup was the same as it was on all the floors, the door led to a hallway that circled, or, squared, really, back to said door, the 8 apartments of each floor going off that square, none inside.
Waiting in the hall were two Paladins, Todd Industries AR rifles in hand, pistols, knifes, and extra, personalized equipment all put away ot holstered, and new armor on. As soon as they saw Jason walk through the door, one put his hand on his comm and walked off towards the one apartment the Outlaws used for themselves, while the other walked forward to give him an update as they walked.
"Sir, all the surveillance is showing that they are both in the GCPD, that all the people in there, including several persons of interest, the entire police force and several known criminals of various allegiances are all under WAA-10/6's control, and that the helicopter on the roof has been destroyed, Head Paladin Alexi thinks it's to-"
"Show they got no interest in leaving, thanks Graham."
"Excuse me, what's WA-"
"Weapon of Anomalous Ability 10/6, it's Jervis Tetch's hat. The new one he was making when he died. Unlike his other one, this one was designed so that anyone under it's effects would submit to a CPU within the hat itself, and that the CPU would be the thing under the control of whoever wore or held thd hat. It was stolen before the CPU could get the latest update, though, meaning that anyone can use it to attack anyone and that the people under it's control are as reckless as ever."
"Why did was Jervis Tetch building himself a new hat, and why would you help him?"
"Because, rook, a few weeks back, Jervis was making real progress. He was getting better, he was helping people. Then these assholes killed him, and stole what was supposed to be used to limit casualties on all sides."
"Hmm. One more thing you and I are going to talk about."
"I'm sure, Bat."
As the conversation wrapped up, Graham rushed forward to take his place on the left side of the open door, across from Jacob, his fellow paladin from earlier. Walking by the them, they entered the very large, open, and dark room, relying on light from the windows and a couple lamps to see. This apartment had only two rooms, the bathroom and the small surveillance outpost.
The small bathroom was in the coner directly to the right of the room, while the rest of the apartment was an assortment of equipment, one table with two chairs, and a couch.
Now, this small apartment which had been crammed with 12 Outlaws and 9 Vigilanties, almost on top of each other, most checking equipment or looking suspiciously at one another. The Bats not trusting the fact that they were not outmanned and outgunned if the other group decided to attack, the paladins not trusting that the Bats couldn't take them down, despite those facts, or that some of them were experienced enough that even next to Bruce they stood some chance.
Walking up to Alexi, who had his helmet set to the side on the small table and Matt, who was currently peering out the blinds of the window, Jason asked, "We've been filled in. You guys have a plan?"
"Strastvutsia to you too, boss. And yes, we got a few options for you."
"Alright, let's hear 'em."
"Plan A, we hit 'em with a controlled emp, then move in. It's risky because we don't know how that's effect the people under the hat's control for the CPU to die, it might shut down their brains or something. Plan B, we send a, what do you...a red herring. You and Batman move in, and we wait for an opportunity, namely, one of you snatching the hat. Or plan C, we just breach and clear every room, taking down the effected people as we go, careful not to kill or seriously injure anyone as we go. Namely, any cops or those Bats. Or...Slade."
"What? My Dad's in there?"
"We assumed you were told. Yeah, apparently Slade and Cain were both in town while these assholes were looking for people to test their new hat on."
"Cain and Slade. Damn...Alright, which one, B-man?"
"What? Why-"
"More a your people are a stake then mine, that makes it your call. Now, you got your own plan, or we going with one of the ones Alexi, here, came up with?"
"I...Based on what I know, I say Plan C, if your men are up for it."
"They are, Old Man."
"Then, we just need one other thing. A sharpshooter. One that can cover us in a nonlethal way, just as effectively as Lawton here could behind a scope. No, Oliver, I need you with me."
"I think I can help with that.", a hooded silhouette from the still opened hallway entrance said, a bow across it's back and hands grabing onto it in what used to be Speedy's pose, then became Red Arrow, and was now, apparently, Arsenal's pose.
"SPEEDY!", Oliver said, him and Dinah rushing forward. Roy and some of the paladins tensed like they expected a punch, but the two just hugged him like a son they had picked up from school.
"Where have you-"
"Look, guys just-...okay, thank you. Now I know we owe each other a great big talk, guys, but there are kinda lives at stake, so can we hild off on that?"
"Uh-Sure, sure, kid. Um...Yeah, Bats, he can cover us, as well as anyone."
"Good.", just as awkward as he could, "Umm. Plan C, right, did you have an enter strategy?"
"Yeah. Might wanna wait for Arsenal or Speedy, whatever, to get in position, but I got something.", he said, finishing before putting on his helmet. With a nodd to Oliver and Dinah, Roy ran off to go do just that on the rooftop. "We cover the entire surrounding area in smpke, then we run straight at 'em from all directions."
"Hmm. We can move through smoke. I'm guessing those helmets let you do the same?"
"Yes. So, we goin' with that?"
"I guess. And the soonee the better."
"Alright, starik, let's get started. Paladins, we're going with plan C, now smoke 'em up.", He said into his comms. When he did, smoke started appearing all around GCPD in great clouds, as if thrown from dozens of smoke bombs.
"Alright, then. Let's kick it." Jason said slowly opening the window before diving through it.
Jim was woozy from the hits he'd taken earlier when that guy in the owl costume hit him upside the head with his own peacemaker. Even still, He knew that the cops walking around, even that middle eastern kid who wasn't really a cop, had to be under some kinda mind control to set up what they had. Jim and Barbara were tied up, back to back in a cage, hanging from the roof of the GCPD, over the first floor, practically on the second if not for a few feet of space. Besides the two of them and said mind controlled cops, Jim couldn't see anyone.
"uhh...What hap-"
"It's me, Barb."
"Dad? I...I remember...Oh shit."
"What?"
"Dad...these cops aren't the only ones they've got like this. Nightwing and the new Batgirl, they both are too."
"Oh...shit."
"Yeah."
"Well, I can't get outta this so, we'll just have to wait until-"
"Until Batman gets here to rescue you? ", the man in black and grey said, coming back out of Gordon's office, revolver in hand.
Bruce wanted to know why this Red Hood, someone he'd never heard of, knew so much about him and his city. He really wanted to know how they knew each other. It was like a nagging, burning feeling in his mind that he couldn't shake, that he'd met the presumably younger man somewhere before.
Speaks latin, knows me, Gothamite.
Speaks latin, knows me, Gothamite.
Speaks l-
Bruce was pulled from going over the mystery in his head when he finally made it to the other side of the smoke cloud just behind and to the right of the Red Hood, silently taking down a mind-controlled felon as he came through the window. He knew several others were doing the same all over the building. With a variety of success, from what he both heard and didn't hear, namely gunshots here and there. Not yelling, like normally, which was customary of people under Tetch's control.
The only other person with him now was the Red Hood, who marched straight to the door, and stacked up on the left side, leaving Bruce to do the same on the opposite. His trigger and middle fingers on some unseen button on his helmet, he looked at the wall like a was seeing though it, then started talking.
"Okay, I got eyes on the two hostages. Follow me, keep it close.", he said, not waiting for a reply before he opened ghe door and dashed into the hallway. A few of each party join ed d up with them here and there, until the entire medium-sized platoon had started clearing office and hallway one after another. Working side by side, they all fought as though this was something they all did together, regularly. Bruce, in particular, noticed that the Red Hood's fighting style was both alien and extremely familiar. As was the fighting style all of his "paladins" in black and red bat uniforms used.
Eventually, they'd made their way to the door leading to the lower atrium, just under the big staircase over which Jim and Barbara hung, according to the paladin Bruce assumed to be Alexi from earlier.
Red Hood and Batman continued to take point on the door, as the rest came in behind. Bane and Wilson stood beside Tim and Steph, Green Arrow and Dinah were behind them, and Selina and Helena were at the very back, with Matt Hagan, behind the 20 or so of the paladins.
"Okay. Batman, Robin, Antonio, and Rose, you're all on me. We're gonna make a break for the Comish and his girl. The rest of you, you take care of the cops. Remember, not just nonlethal. Not even seriously injuring anymore, if you can manage. Everyone got that?"
Blasting over the intercom, a voice boomed,"Yes. I'm sure even street trash like your 'Head Paladin' Alexi Petrov there can understand such a basic plan, userper."
"Damn it.", the Red Hood said, shooting the camera right above him. "Amateur move. Still, got it?"
At their nodd and "yes, sir"s, he kicked open the door, and darted, though gunfire, to the left and up a staircase, seeing the large cage that Jim and Barbara were in. Unfortunately, it wasn't just cops with shit aim and glocks gauarding them.
No, these 5 were damned deadly, Copperhead, Firefly, KGBeast, Deathstroke and David Cain. Thankfully, the 4 he'd chosen to come along chose their targets perfectly, and fast. He took David, Robin took Copperhead and Firefly, Batman and Ravager took Deathstroke and Bane took KGBeast. If it'd been a real fight, this would've taken some time, but the owls weren't playing fair.
As soon as it was clear that they weren't going down easy, and as soon as most of the other puppets had been dealt with and the others were about to join in, doors from the other half of the police station flew open, exposing thugs with automatic weapons, and another 3 fighters came down from the ceiling.
The three ghosts of Batman. Bat Bane landed in between landed between his two namesakes, Bat Cop landed between his namesake and the Red Hood, while Bat Devil landed directly behind the man. Bruce hadn't yet met these psychos, but he knew enough from Jim that with a nodd to Rose, he left her to finish off her father and turned to motion for all three of them to focus on him. While Jervis's hat allowed substantial control over it's victims, The insane rage that the three nightmare forms of Bruce had been programed to feel for him by an insane, rouge doctor was enough to overpower whatever their actual directive was. The three all came at Bruce at once.
Bat Devil, Michael Lane was harder than expected, but Bruce was not playing games, nor could he afford the distraction, so the man was still flat on his back in seconds, just in time for Bruce to, avoiding Bat Bane's attack, lunge at Josef Muller, Bat Cop. Muller was a much less impressive fighter, and was out even faster than Lane. Bat Bane was the most dangerous one and the last left standing, but before Bruce even had to deal with him, Bane, having just finished off KGBeast, activated the part of his new outfit that flooded his system with the neon green liquid steroid that Bruce had thought he was off of, and picked up the distracted Branca by his waist, slamming him down a few times before lifting him up and slamming him back down on his knee, as he had once done to Bruce. When the giant man hit the floor with a thud, he looked up to find Bruce, the Red Hood, and a few others who'd just finished their opponents staring at him.
"What?", the luchador said to them, turning back go help the fight against the few remaining gunmen as Robin and Spoiler finished off the last three enemies. The second they were down, Bruce approached the cage, still hanging in mid air, two feet from the ledge, and set Jom and Barbara free.
Once Jim was free, Barbara was sitting on the floor in his arms, surrounded by the massive and diverse rescue party, seconds after they had finished clearing the last of the buttom two floors of the five story building.
Before Bruce could say anything important, however, the intercom started back up again.
"I do gotta say, this is touching. But it's also over. Now! "
Once they heard that, the group looked around as chaos erupted once more, explosions in one direction, gunfire in the other.
The Outlaws were all moving in a second, as the Red Hood shot his pistols in multiple directions shouting, "Retreat! Defensive Pattern Omega! Grab Xavier, grab the assets!". They moved as a shield, while firing at enemies that the Bats could not see from his position in the crowd.
The bats, hudled within what was essentially a shield wall of bodies, mpved quickly, dragging Barbara, as well as a few other people who couldn't walk with them. Soon, only the back half of the circle remained in formation, while the other half had broken off into what Bruce thought was a hall, and then became a door way. They were soon running up stairs as bullets whissed around them or hit their armor, for the most part, as one half of the group of Outlaws made their way upstairs, leading the way for them, while the other half covered the retreat from an enemy Bruce was just now catching glimpses of.
It was a large force of men and women, mostly in black tactical gear, wielding military grade weaponry. Not as advanced as the Outlaws or he did, but more advanced than most mercenary groups that would dare come into Gotham.
"Keep pushing, we're almost there!" The Outlaw closest to the Bats said, reloading his sidearm, having given his rifle to a fellow paladin who'd had his blown up.
Jason reached the 5th floor finally, letting Antonio rush in first as he came in second, straight into two owls and two bats. Owlman and Talon probably had some epic, Shakespearean monologue ready, but Jason didn't wanna hear it. He yelled for The Bats to get as close to the top as possible, but for them to defend the staircase as best as they could, before turning back into the room, activating his Al-Blades for the first time in months.
Before either could blink, he'd then shot off both his firearm gaunlets into the Talon's head and the Owl's gut. The Owl tried to get the Bats to kill themselves out of spite, but Antonio snatched the hat from him, ordering them to intead go to sleep, along with every other victim of the hat. Unfortunately, the men below were actually mercs, as that had no effect on them.
Standing before the kneeling Owl, an endangered species of psychopath Jason hoped to make extinct, Al-Blades flaming, Jason raised his arms. Even in his last moments, the Owl looked up in burning hate, not able to live with failure.
As soon as the owl was dead, Antonio opened the door for the others, and they all, Bats included, ran through the room without a care, only Batman stopping to put Nightwing on his right shoulder and Cass on his other.
Antonio was the second to last out, with Jason staying behind to say one last thing to the corpse of the man whom may or may not have been his uncle.
"Vale, antiquus hostis."
He then jumped out of the window to follow, as the National Guard arrived in helicopters, one of them shooting him in the back as he jumped.
I was gonna let March live, but, well. This seemed more fitting. What do you guys think?