TEASER FOR: BATMAN, FACE-OFF
This is a snippit from my next Batman Beyond Fic. Any thoughts? If you'd prefer a different villain I'll fire up that one. I have each major villain paired with one from some old episode or once off. Like Marsha Queen of Diamonds, the Minstrel, Zelda the Magnificent etc, etc.
In this teaser we meet the villain Masque. And Veronica, the Bat-chick for this fic, a potential love interest who is a journalist intern for the papers. Ciao for now.
Chapter 1: YET TO BE NAMED
The chopper flew overhead, on white and one black blade spinning silently. In the stealth chopper Masque stood. Dressed in a suit that was black with gold cuffs and lapels on one side and a white suit with silver on the other side. He pulled a fingerless black glove onto his white side and similar white glove onto the black side. He wore a Sun-and-Moon mask The Sun smiling, the moon sad and the eyes glaring through startlingly sharp. The left eye was green and the right eye was blue.
"Okay everybody we all know our roles" he called to the others in the chopper. "So lets get two-faced!" With a psychotic cackled he leapt out of the chopper that was painted black and white, a parachute opened and he glided, with his gang in toe, towards the large statue a motorway was built around. "We all wear masks folks, every last on of us. Unfortunately I'm forced to wear mine because it's not PC to be TCP...that's Totally and Completely Psychotic for those of you home schooled". He flashed a grin beneath his twisted mask's face. "HEY I CAN SEE MY HOUSE FROM UP HERE!! ANYONE GOT A FIRE BOMB?" he launched into another crazed laugh as he stabbed a piton into the statues forehead and descended spraying black pain from his cans as others sprayed white on the other side.
"This'll get their attention," grinned Masque in a calm voice before switching to the maniacal snarl. "OKAY BOYS AND GIRLS...HELL, LET'S BE PC AND SAY PEOPLE! WE HAVE A DIARRHOEIC DUO TO DISMEMBER-so make sure you all brought safety goggles".
They descended the front of the statue. Hopping down over the giant's body to land on the roof of the nearest building. It was an art museum. Slipping inside the Masque gang fired their weapons and grabbed hostages.
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Selina and Bruce sat at the computer. "Masque" Selina said coolly. "He's at the Vreeland Memorial art gallery. I'll call the boys in"
"Good idea" Bruce said. "I doubt the authorities can handle him again."
"They couldn't the first time," sighed Selina.
"I know, but I'm trying to be positive"
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Chris was in the bookstore. His silver ring with the ruby in it flickered and caught his attention. "Oi, can't I have one outing that doesn't in the punishment of criminals? I have to start school next week!"
He grabbed the book entitled "My Life As A Bird" by Oswald Cobblepot and paid for it at the desk, then sprinted out of the shop.
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"In 2004 Harvey Dent had surgery and became an upstanding citizen again after this face and the brain damage were repaired" Matt recited. "He has retired to Cleveland to run a small law firm with his wife Fiona who is a lawyer too. His son Jared disappeared...ummm..."
"We're set on two-face I think" Mary said from the kitchen. "You'll win full marks for this presentation on past villains of Gotham Matt."
"Definitely" Terry said with a smile.
His watch started to bleep. "Mr Wayne's paged me, I have to go"
"Call me if you'll be back late" his mother called after him as he rushed out the door.
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"Masque?" Chris asked.
"Masque" nodded Terry.
They entered the cave. "Masque's just made an attack on the Vreeland Memorial Art Gallery" Selina said. "And he's got hostages. The security staff were the only ones there, but there was five of them"
"To the Batpoles Batman" intoned Chris removing his red sunglasses with a grin. The pair walked over to the cases and pulled them open. The Batmobile surfaced and beside it the Redwing cycle. The Redwing cycle was long and low on the ground with a red opaque glass over the seat that the rider needed to lie into to ride with the glass over it.
"It's the car, chicks love the car" smirked Terry.
"I want a car," Chris said.
"We've been through this" Selina sighed. "You're too young and when we actually did let you drive the Batmobile you crashed it through a large neon sign"
"Well at least it wasn't a curb," muttered Chris.
He climbed on the bike and revved it up. "Don't wait up" he called.
"No stupid risks" shouted Selina. "Unless they're stylish and daring, no risks!"
"Sure lot's of stupid risks!" shouted Chris as he shot off the platform, the wheels of the bike snapped up and a rocket fired. He sped off on the hover bike. Terry sighed and leapt into the Batmobile. He shot off after his partner.
"They grow up so fast" sniffed Selina dramatically. "One minute they're fighting the psychotic son of a nutcase in goggles...the next they're saving the city!"
"Selina" warned Bruce.
"Oh. Pull up the plans to the building and call Babs" she muttered. "She should talk to the boys. We don't have access to police files like you used to we have to co-op with her a little differently."
With a sigh Bruce turned to the computer.
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"Veronica Dominium" the tanned young woman said. "Gotham Times. Commissioner what is going on inside the gallery? Are the hostages in grave danger?"
The Commissioner looked at the young woman cynically. "Aren't you a bit young for the Times?" she muttered.
"Intern" the girl sighed. "And freelance"
"Go home kid"
Before Veronica could retort the Batmobile descended and the Redwing Cycle pulled up. "Batman and Robin!" gasped Veronica. "Wow!"
The Dark Duo rushed to the Commissioners side. "Masque, right?" Robin asked.
"Got it in one kid" Barbara said. "He's taken the security personnel hostage up there after he defaced the monument nearby. The gallery occupies three floors and has an art collection valued to a maximum of two million for certain pieces".
"Abanda in Repose by Hielle" Robin said. "Made by the artist in 1889, didn't become famous for a hundred years. The Abanda in Repose painting is worth-based on the highest known bid-two million four hundred and twenty eight thousand dollars and twenty three cents."
"Clever kid" Barbara said as she handed the folder to them. "Masque's file. His real name is Wade Masters. He started a child star and up until last year one of the most talented young actors in support of Stars in Politics, he raised money for overseas aide and so forth. Then there was an accident that damaged both sides of his brain just enough to make him the next generation Harvey Dent. He flips a coin like Two Face even. His Gang the Duet Desperados are all mildly insane at the very least. Be careful, he never removes his mask but whatever happened to his face... he takes it personally if you touch the mask."
"Keeping it in mind" nodded Robin. "Shall we?"
"Up, up and Away" nodded Terry.
TO BE CONTINUED----
This is a snippit from my next Batman Beyond Fic. Any thoughts? If you'd prefer a different villain I'll fire up that one. I have each major villain paired with one from some old episode or once off. Like Marsha Queen of Diamonds, the Minstrel, Zelda the Magnificent etc, etc.
In this teaser we meet the villain Masque. And Veronica, the Bat-chick for this fic, a potential love interest who is a journalist intern for the papers. Ciao for now.
Chapter 1: YET TO BE NAMED
The chopper flew overhead, on white and one black blade spinning silently. In the stealth chopper Masque stood. Dressed in a suit that was black with gold cuffs and lapels on one side and a white suit with silver on the other side. He pulled a fingerless black glove onto his white side and similar white glove onto the black side. He wore a Sun-and-Moon mask The Sun smiling, the moon sad and the eyes glaring through startlingly sharp. The left eye was green and the right eye was blue.
"Okay everybody we all know our roles" he called to the others in the chopper. "So lets get two-faced!" With a psychotic cackled he leapt out of the chopper that was painted black and white, a parachute opened and he glided, with his gang in toe, towards the large statue a motorway was built around. "We all wear masks folks, every last on of us. Unfortunately I'm forced to wear mine because it's not PC to be TCP...that's Totally and Completely Psychotic for those of you home schooled". He flashed a grin beneath his twisted mask's face. "HEY I CAN SEE MY HOUSE FROM UP HERE!! ANYONE GOT A FIRE BOMB?" he launched into another crazed laugh as he stabbed a piton into the statues forehead and descended spraying black pain from his cans as others sprayed white on the other side.
"This'll get their attention," grinned Masque in a calm voice before switching to the maniacal snarl. "OKAY BOYS AND GIRLS...HELL, LET'S BE PC AND SAY PEOPLE! WE HAVE A DIARRHOEIC DUO TO DISMEMBER-so make sure you all brought safety goggles".
They descended the front of the statue. Hopping down over the giant's body to land on the roof of the nearest building. It was an art museum. Slipping inside the Masque gang fired their weapons and grabbed hostages.
======================
Selina and Bruce sat at the computer. "Masque" Selina said coolly. "He's at the Vreeland Memorial art gallery. I'll call the boys in"
"Good idea" Bruce said. "I doubt the authorities can handle him again."
"They couldn't the first time," sighed Selina.
"I know, but I'm trying to be positive"
=========================
Chris was in the bookstore. His silver ring with the ruby in it flickered and caught his attention. "Oi, can't I have one outing that doesn't in the punishment of criminals? I have to start school next week!"
He grabbed the book entitled "My Life As A Bird" by Oswald Cobblepot and paid for it at the desk, then sprinted out of the shop.
============================
"In 2004 Harvey Dent had surgery and became an upstanding citizen again after this face and the brain damage were repaired" Matt recited. "He has retired to Cleveland to run a small law firm with his wife Fiona who is a lawyer too. His son Jared disappeared...ummm..."
"We're set on two-face I think" Mary said from the kitchen. "You'll win full marks for this presentation on past villains of Gotham Matt."
"Definitely" Terry said with a smile.
His watch started to bleep. "Mr Wayne's paged me, I have to go"
"Call me if you'll be back late" his mother called after him as he rushed out the door.
=========================
"Masque?" Chris asked.
"Masque" nodded Terry.
They entered the cave. "Masque's just made an attack on the Vreeland Memorial Art Gallery" Selina said. "And he's got hostages. The security staff were the only ones there, but there was five of them"
"To the Batpoles Batman" intoned Chris removing his red sunglasses with a grin. The pair walked over to the cases and pulled them open. The Batmobile surfaced and beside it the Redwing cycle. The Redwing cycle was long and low on the ground with a red opaque glass over the seat that the rider needed to lie into to ride with the glass over it.
"It's the car, chicks love the car" smirked Terry.
"I want a car," Chris said.
"We've been through this" Selina sighed. "You're too young and when we actually did let you drive the Batmobile you crashed it through a large neon sign"
"Well at least it wasn't a curb," muttered Chris.
He climbed on the bike and revved it up. "Don't wait up" he called.
"No stupid risks" shouted Selina. "Unless they're stylish and daring, no risks!"
"Sure lot's of stupid risks!" shouted Chris as he shot off the platform, the wheels of the bike snapped up and a rocket fired. He sped off on the hover bike. Terry sighed and leapt into the Batmobile. He shot off after his partner.
"They grow up so fast" sniffed Selina dramatically. "One minute they're fighting the psychotic son of a nutcase in goggles...the next they're saving the city!"
"Selina" warned Bruce.
"Oh. Pull up the plans to the building and call Babs" she muttered. "She should talk to the boys. We don't have access to police files like you used to we have to co-op with her a little differently."
With a sigh Bruce turned to the computer.
============================
"Veronica Dominium" the tanned young woman said. "Gotham Times. Commissioner what is going on inside the gallery? Are the hostages in grave danger?"
The Commissioner looked at the young woman cynically. "Aren't you a bit young for the Times?" she muttered.
"Intern" the girl sighed. "And freelance"
"Go home kid"
Before Veronica could retort the Batmobile descended and the Redwing Cycle pulled up. "Batman and Robin!" gasped Veronica. "Wow!"
The Dark Duo rushed to the Commissioners side. "Masque, right?" Robin asked.
"Got it in one kid" Barbara said. "He's taken the security personnel hostage up there after he defaced the monument nearby. The gallery occupies three floors and has an art collection valued to a maximum of two million for certain pieces".
"Abanda in Repose by Hielle" Robin said. "Made by the artist in 1889, didn't become famous for a hundred years. The Abanda in Repose painting is worth-based on the highest known bid-two million four hundred and twenty eight thousand dollars and twenty three cents."
"Clever kid" Barbara said as she handed the folder to them. "Masque's file. His real name is Wade Masters. He started a child star and up until last year one of the most talented young actors in support of Stars in Politics, he raised money for overseas aide and so forth. Then there was an accident that damaged both sides of his brain just enough to make him the next generation Harvey Dent. He flips a coin like Two Face even. His Gang the Duet Desperados are all mildly insane at the very least. Be careful, he never removes his mask but whatever happened to his face... he takes it personally if you touch the mask."
"Keeping it in mind" nodded Robin. "Shall we?"
"Up, up and Away" nodded Terry.
TO BE CONTINUED----