A few nights later…
Judge Faden was at Falcone’s club once again. A good thing considering his wife would be out of town visiting family. Currently, he was sandwiched between two hot girls, a drink and a cigar in each of his hands, and when he looked up Falcone walked by.
“Carmine!” He called after him. “Where are you going?”
“Duty calls,” Falcone responded, adjusting his coat. “You have yourself a good time, Judge.”
He then turned to the club manager, speaking quietly with a scowl.
“If he’s too cheap to get a hotel, at least make him take his car around the alley,” He shook his head. “No class.”
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The following morning, at the courthouse, Rachel sat at the lawyer’s table, silently fuming as Dr. Jonathan Crane was testifying in favor of a deranged psychopath, Victor Zsaz by name. He was a shaven-headed man covered with various tattoos. It was no secret that Zsaz was considered one of the city’s most dangerous men. Rumor had it that Victor Zsaz marked himself with a knife each time he successfully killed someone.
Not only was Crane in the courtroom, but Chrysalis, assuming a human form, stood by his side. The two had been working together since her arrival in Gotham City, perfecting Dr. Crane’s research on fear itself.
“In my opinion, Mr. Zsaz is as much a danger to himself as to others and prison is probably not the best environment for his rehabilitation,” Crane stated.
An hour later, Rachel stormed out of the courtroom, when the judge agreed to send Victor to Arkham Asylum. She hurried down the marble stairs following Crane and Chrysalis.
“Dr. Crane!”
Crane stopped at the base of the stairs and turned to face her, having had this same argument prior.
“Yes, Miss Dawes?”
“You seriously think that Victor Zsaz shouldn’t be in jail?” Rachel demanded angrily.
“I would hardly have testified to that otherwise, would I, Miss Dawes?” Crane countered with his own question.
“This is the third of Carmine Falcone’s thugs that you’ve seen fit to have declared insane and moved into your asylum—”
“Well, the work offered by organized crime has an attraction to the insane,” Crane interrupted. “Wouldn’t you agree, Miss Chrysalis?”
“Of course, Dr. Crane,” Chrysalis nodded. “The criminally insane are drawn to organized crime much like moths to the flame. Only once they’ve gotten a taste, they just can’t get enough of it. Crime calls to the insane.”
“Or the corrupt,” Rachel added, eyes flashing.
Crane sighed and spoke to someone approaching over his shoulder.
“Mr. Finch, I think you should check with Miss Dawes here just what implications your office has authorized her to make,” He spoke, slightly coldly. “If any.”
And just like that he walked away with Chrysalis in tow. Once the two were out of sight, and earshot, Chrysalis released a low growl.
“That pathetic harlot is becoming a thorn in my side,” She hissed. “She’s beginning to uncover the truth of what’s truly going on. If that happens, all our plans will be for naught.”
“Worry not, my dear,” Crane assured her. “Soon enough, Rachel Dawes and everyone else will be nothing more than dust in the wind when this city is reduced to ashes.”
“And you know this how?” Chrysalis asked skeptically.
Crane gave a slight hint of a wicked smile on his face as they made their way down the hall.
“Because we have far more powerful allies than they do,” Crane answered. “Speaking of which, perhaps it’s time we paid one of them a visit tonight.”
The pair made their way out the front door of the courthouse and onwards toward whatever evil schemes they had to play. Meanwhile, back inside the courthouse, Finch took Rachel’s arm and pulled her aside far from anyone’s earshot.
“What’re you doing, Rachel?” He asked.
“What are you doing, Carl?” Rachel challenged.
“Looking out for you,” Finch responded seriously, glancing about. “Rachel, Falcone’s got half the city bought and paid for… drop it.”
“How can you say that?” She asked, with a hard look.
“Because as much as I care about getting Falcone… I care more about you,” Finch confessed.
“That’s sweet, Carl,” Rachel sighed sadly. “But we’ve been through all this…”
She then pecked his cheek and walked away, the heels of her boots clicking along the hard floor. She was unaware that homeless man, hanging around the payphones, was actually Bruce Wayne in disguise. And he’d just seen the ‘whole’ thing.
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That night at the club, Falcone was in his office with Dr. Crane and Chrysalis. The crime boss himself slid a drink across his desk to the doctor.
“No more favors,” Crane said coldly, not touching his drink. “Someone’s sniffing around.”
“I scratch your back, you scratch mine, Doc,” Falcone reminded him. “I’m bringing in your shipments.”
“We’re paying you for that,” Crane scoffed.
“Maybe money isn’t as interesting to me as favors,” Falcone remarked, smirking.
Chrysalis slammed her fist upon the desk as her eyes began to glow bright green, her fury starting to come out. She strode directly toward Falcone, grabbed him by the throat and pinned him against the wall.
“Perhaps you take kindly to threats!” She yelled. “You’ll do as we say or—”
Crane grabbed her by the shoulder, and she snapped her head in his direction, her fangs now elongated and showing. Crane gave a small shake of his head and look that said, ‘We need him for what’s to come.’ Begrudgingly, Chrysalis stepped back from Falcone, who coughed as he massaged his now aching throat.
“Damn mutants!” He wheezed.
Crane then leaned forward and spoke with an icy calm voice.
“I’m aware that you’re not intimidated by me, Mr. Falcone,” He admitted. “But you know who I’m working for… and when he gets here—”
“He’s coming to Gotham?” Falcone interrupted, mildly alarmed.
To which Crane nodded.
“And he’s not going to want to hear that you’ve endangered our operation just to get your thugs out of jail time.”
Falcone considered this, having heard stories about the man that Crane worked for, and then nodded.
“Who’s bothering you?”
“There’s a girl in the D.A.’s office,” Crane answered.
“We’ll buy her off,” Falcone shrugged.
“Not this one,” Crane shook his head.
“Idealist, huh?” Falcone guessed, despising the type. “Well, there’s an answer for that, too.
“I don’t want to know,” Crane said firmly.
“Yes, you do,” Falcone countered.
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Two nights later…
Falcone arrived at his club and sat himself at his usual table, looking up when Flass approached and sat down.
“I need you at the docks tomorrow night,” He informed the corrupted cop.
“Problem?” Flass questioned.
“Insurance,” Falcone replied. “I don’t want any problems on this last shipment.”
“Sure,” He promised. “Word on the street is you got a beef with someone in the D.A.’s.”
“Is that right?” Falcone raised his eyebrows.
“And that you’ve offered a price on doing something about it,” Flass added.
“What’s your point, Flass?” Falcone questioned.
“You seen this girl?” Flass questioned. “Cute little assistant D.A…. that’s a lot of heat to bring down, even in this town.”
“Never underestimate Gotham,” Falcone advised. “Besides, people get mugged on the way home from work every day…”
Unknown to those inside, Twilight Sparkle sat across the street on a park bench in her human form. She was dressed like a homeless person, much like Bruce had been. She had a microphone hooked over one ear. She had already bumped into Flass earlier that night, planting a bug on him, and was now listening in on their conversation.
‘Sometimes it goes bad.’
Having heard all she needed to hear, Twilight quickly got up from the bench and made her way down the street. She needed to return to Wayne Manor fast, so she could share her findings with the others. As she rounded the corner of a building, she ran smack dab right into someone and the force sent her falling back to the ground.
“Oh God, I’m am so sorry,” The other person apologized.
Twilight looked up to the eyes of one Dr. Harleen Quinzel, who extended her hand for her to take. Twilight accepted the offer, as Harleen helped her to her feet and the mare in disguise could see a tag on her shirt.
“Are you okay?” Quinzel asked, concerned.
“Yes, no need to be sorry,” Twilight assured her. “It was my fault; I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Still, I probably should have been paying attention,” Dr. Quinzel smiled. “I’ve been really distracted at work lately. Being a psychologist can really take a lot off your mind, even on your day off.”
“I bet it does,” Twilight nodded. “Anyway, I should really get going. It was really nice to meet you, Dr. Quinzel.”
“Oh please, call me Harley,” Dr. Quinzel.
Twilight smiled as she rounded the doctor and made her way back to Wayne Manor.
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The next night at the docks, thugs unloaded boxes from an open container, and they froze when headlights suddenly lit up as a sedan pulled up. Flass emerged, approached the boxes already unloaded, and opened one of them. The cop reached inside and pulled out a Teddy bear.
“Cute,” He commented.
He ripped the head off and pulled out a plastic package filled with white powder.
“Oh?” He spoke with mock surprise. “What have we here?”
When no one responded, still frozen with fear, Flass stuffed the drugs back into the toy and tossed it to the nearest thug, who added it to a pile of bears, which were next to a pile of toy rabbits.
“Get the rest unloaded,” He ordered.
He then walked away leaving the thugs to resume their work. Not far from the shipping containers, a limo was parked. Falcone sat inside, examining a stuffed rabbit. He didn’t even look up when Flass got in.
“Looks fine out there,” The corrupted cop reported, eyeing the rabbit. “So the bears go straight to the dealers?”
“And the rabbits go to our man in the Narrows,” Falcone nodded.
“What’s the difference?” Flass questioned.
“Ignorance is bliss, my friend,” He advised. “Don’t burden yourself with the secrets of scary people.”
“Scarier than you?” Flass asked skeptically.
“Considerably scarier than me,” Falcone smiled grimly.
The men took notice of another limo driving onto the docks alongside theirs, along with a bunch of cars filled with mobsters. When all the vehicles stopped, the mob stepped out and branded their machine guns. One of them walked toward the back door of the limo and opened it up, allowing its passenger to step out. Out of the limo stepped none other than Roman Sionis himself, only this time he wore a black skull mask over his face.
When Falcone saw Sionis emerge, a smirk appeared on his face as he rolled down the window.
“So you finally decide to join us, did you?” He asked sarcastically. “What’s up with the mask?”
“I’ve learned a little something Carmine,” Sionis replied. “People tend not to fear you as much when they know your face. Throw on a mask and they’ll tremble at your feet, begging for mercy. So now, Gotham will know me by one name only… Black Mask.”
Falcone merely chuckled at the introduction.
“Well whatever you call yourself, it’ll be known all across Gotham when this deal is done,” He grinned.
“That’s right,” Sionis nodded. “You and me ruling over the criminal underworld. We’ll be rich and ain’t nobody gonna challenge us.”
“For now though, how’s about helping your boys make sure everything’s all good here?” Falcone suggested. “I’ve business to discuss with ol’ Flass here. I’ll be right behind you.”
Sionis merely gave a curt nod before turning back towards his gang.
“Your heard the man boys, get to it!” He ordered.
Sionis and the mobsters soon went off to get their business underway while Falcone rolled the window back up to conclude his discussion with Flass undisturbed.
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Meanwhile, amongst the stacks of shipping containers, a thug next to an open container handed a box to another thug, who accepted the box and walked away with it. Moments later, the first thug turned back to the container to pick up another box when suddenly he was yanked into the darkness with an echoing cry.
The cry made the other thugs pause and turned back toward the container uneasily.
“Steiss?” Another thug called out.
But answer there came none. Hesitantly, he placed the box down and pulled out his gun, just as a third thug came around the corner.
“Come on, we gotta—” The third thug began.
But the moment he saw the gun, he pulled out his own, and they both maneuvered cautiously toward the open container. Reaching it, they peered inside when several lamps above them shattered, startling the thugs. When they turned around, something metal dropped to the ground as darkness advanced toward them.
One of the thugs bent down, picked up the piece of metal, and examined it. The metal piece appeared to be bat shaped, a brushed-steel plate.
‘What the-?’ He wondered.
It was then he noticed his partner staring up above him.
“What?”
He looked and sure enough, high above them, a dark shape hung from a crane directly above him… a giant bat, wings folded, head pointed toward the ground.
“What the hell-?”
Just then, the bat dropped, spreading its wings, and dropped atop the two screaming thugs, one of which fled while the other was enveloped in darkness. The third thug bolted through the corridors of containers, breathing heavily with fear, and soon screamed when the very same blackness sideswiped him… and he was gone.
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As the screams echoed throughout the stacks, Sionis and the remainder of his thugs were alerted to the commotion.
“Go check on those idiots!” He demanded.
The thugs at the truck jumped and looked around with alarmed expressions. Inside the limo, Falcone and Flass were startled by all the screaming.
“Stay here,” Flass instructed.
He got out to investigate as the thugs drew their guns, and they also advanced into the stacks to find out what was going on. One thug rounded the corner of a giant crate when a rainbow blur came at him at top speed and knocked him aside. Another thug crossing the pathway between two containers felt a magical blue aura grabbing his feet and it yanked him to the ground. His screams echoed into the darkness he was pulled into. And another was yanked off the ground and sent straight into the accompanied by a pair of flying wings.
Two of the thugs raced past several stacks of crates as the screaming echoed around them. Suddenly, they slipped along the floor and slid over what felt like ice, sliding along it while screaming toward a large stack with a *BAM!* on impact. Another guard turned toward the source of the crash, not noticing a lasso loop around his waist and pulled him back into the dark. An additional thug looked around frantically, his gun aimlessly, trembling in his shaky grip. Just then, a pink blur whammed into him, spinning him around. Just as he stopped, it came back from the opposite direction and sent him spinning again. Then, the pink blur struck him over and over, again and again. Finally, unable to keep his balance, the thug dropped his gun and leaned forward. But he never hit the ground when the pink blur swept over him once more and he vanished.
Deep amongst the stacks, the thugs were picked off one-by-one by a dark figure. Some of them caught the glimpse of a large bat-like being before they were yanked away, screaming into the darkness. A few managed to get a few shots off before being pounced on. One thug was so jumpy he was running blindly, firing at multiple shadows, and somehow managed not to hit any of his fellow thugs.
Eventually, he realized he had emptied his entire clip. He fumbled to put a new one into his gun while screaming in frustration.
“Where are you?!”
“Here.”
The jumpy thug turned toward the face of the Batman himself, hanging upside-down behind him, and he screamed as he was enfolded by darkness.
Flass stopped just short of entering the stacks, hearing all the screams and gunfire, and reached a decision. He finally moved back into the limo, sticking his head back inside.
“What the hell’s going on?!” Falcone demanded.
“”You’ve got a problem out there,” Flass warned him. “Bail.”
And he hurried away to his own car, getting out of there as fast as he could.
Meanwhile, rather than heeding the corrupt cop’s advice, Falcone got out of the limo, and headed into the stacks to find out what was going on with his men. Following the shouts, the screams, and gunfire, he moved through the stacks and turned a corner just when a dark figure, and a few colorful ones, dropped toward the very center of a loose ring made by five of his men. Soon they were all taken out one at a time by the bat-like figure.
Alarmed, Falcone fled the scene and headed out of the stacks. He reached the limo just as the last of the screams and gunfire faded away, climbed inside, and thumped the partition.
“Let’s go!”
When nothing happened, he lowered the partition and to his shock his driver was unconscious.
“Shit!”
Terrified, he pulled out a shotgun, fumbled some bullets into it, and yelped when a thump on the roof jolted the car, followed by a series of loud thumps that had the crime boss nearly wetting his pants. Just as suddenly, the thumps stopped and Falcone shifted the shotgun from side to side, aiming at the shadows. Some of them were real, most of them were imagined, yet either way he couldn’t see any sign of the assailant.
“What the hell are you?” He muttered under his breath.
*SMASH!*
Glass shattered as a pair of black-clad arms shot through the sunroof, grabbed the crime boss by the lapels, and yanked him up through the opening, till they were nose-to-nose. The Batman crouched, panther-like, on the roof of the limo with his magnificent cloak billowing around, and he glared at Falcone through his black cowl.
“I’m Batman!” He growled.
He then head-butted the crime boss, knocking him out. Off to the side, warming his hands, was the very homeless man wearing a familiar coat, staring in stunned amazement at the scene. This did not go unnoticed as the Batman turned toward the stunned homeless man.
“Nice coat,” The Dark Knight rasped.
And before the homeless man’s eyes, the mysterious figure disappeared into the night sky carrying his victim with him. The man looked at his coat, then back toward the shadows.
“Thanks.”
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Later that same night, Rachel Dawes rode the monorail train home. She stared out toward the lights of Gotham. Though the train ran perfectly, the interior of the car itself was filthy and covered in graffiti. The only other person in the car was a thinly man seated on the other end, talking on his cellphone.
Hearing the announcement that they reached her stop, Rachel stood up, grabbed her bag, and then got off the train the moment it stopped, and its doors slid open. Moments before the doors shut again, the thin man suddenly jumped up and got off the train too. Rachel made her way down the dimly lit stairs, becoming aware that the thin man was following her. Instinctively, she pulled her bag close. But just as she reached a landing, heading for the next flight of stairs to the car parked below, another man appeared at the bottom of the stairs, lingering and half-blocking the exit.
‘Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,’ Rachel thought.
Slipping a hand into he bag, she continued down the stairs as the thin man quickened his walking speed so that he almost caught up. As she neared the bottom of the stairs, the waiting man grabbed her arm, spun her about, and pushed her back up the stairs toward his partner. Reacting quickly, she slammed her bag toward the thin man’s head, forcing him back. She turned back just as the other man reached for her ankle and she yanked her hand out revealing a black taser, aiming at him.
“Hold it!” Rachel warned hesitantly.
She was unaware that a black figure dropped on the man behind her, punching and knocking him out, and the guy facing her witnessed it and bolted as fast as he could.
“That’s right!” She shouted after him. “You better run!”
She turned back to deal with the other man and gasped when she saw something crouching on the railing behind her. A man in an armored suit that made her instantly think of a bat. He was flanked by six quadruped creatures in costumes as well as another bipedal scaled creature. Instinctively, she fired the taser so that the projectiles shot into the front of the armor, trailing wires, and they sparked for a few seconds.
The Batman barely reacted and the only thing he did was calmly yank the wires out, which dropped to the ground.
“Try mace,” Rainbow rasped, nodding to the unconscious man. “Falcone sent them to kill you.”
“Why?” Rachel asked.
“You rattled his cage,” The Batman answered.
He soon tossed some photos onto the floor in front of her, and she saw they were of Judge Faden with some pretty girls that definitely weren’t his wife.
“What’s this?” Rachel questioned.
“Leverage,” Twilight responded.
“For what?”
“To get things moving,” Spike added.
“Who are you?” Rachel inquired.
“Someone like you,” The Batman informed her. “Someone who’ll rattle the cages.”
Rachel bent down, picked up the photos, and when she looked back up, the Dark Knight and his comrades were gone.
‘Who the hell was that guy? And how can I contact him again?’
“Ma’am?”
Rachel jumped and turned only to find a cop approaching her.
“Is everything okay?”
She nodded, reporting the attempt on her life, and then headed home to ponder what this all meant in taking down Falcone, especially with the stuff she now had on a certain judge.
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Back at the docks, Jim Gordon arrived at the scene, where a crowd of curious people already gathered to see what the cops were doing. Those same citizens were kept back so as not to damage any evidence of this surreal crime scene. The press had arrived, taking pictures, and firing questions about the scene. Coffee in hand, Jim got out of his car and raised his eyebrows at the sight of a line of beaten thugs tied up, sitting against a container full of drugs.
“Falcone’s men?” One cop asked.
“Does it matter?” He responded, sipping his coffee. “We’ll never tie him to it, anyway.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” A second cop said.
The same cop nodded toward something nearby. Gordon turned to the direction the cop was pointing and saw a group of officers trying to free Falcone’s unconscious form in front of a harbor light turned on. They weren’t having too much luck since he was chained up.
‘What the-?’
He walked over, noting how the crime boss’s arms were spread, his coat ripped, and hung from them in a strange pattern.
“What the hell is that?” A cop muttered, facing the cloudy sky. “Looks like…”
Gordon followed his gaze toward a beam of light casting Falcone’s shadow onto the clouds.
“Like a bat.”
‘It does look like a bat,’ Gordon thought.
He stared at the symbol, recalling the mysterious visitor who told him to watch out for a sing.
“Cut him down,” He ordered, walking away.
Gordon paused when something else caught his eye a block away. He was almost certain that he saw a dark figure, wearing a cape, perched on a ledge, and was watching.
‘A dark figure… a dark knight…’
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The next morning, within the bullpen of police headquarters, Commissioner Loeb was addressing the captains, sergeants, and lieutenants about the massive arrest last night and was on the front page of the morning paper. Gordon leaned against a doorway in the back, hiding a smile at the older man’s annoyed expression.
“Unacceptable,” Loeb growled.
He smacked the front page of the newspaper, which had a colorful picture of Falcone chained to the harbor light. It took several hours just to get the crime boss freed of the chains and booked into the local prison.
“I don’t care if it’s rival gangs, Guardian Angels, or the goddamn Salvation Army – get them off the streets, and off the front page.”
“They say it was one guy… or thing,” Captain Simpson reported.
The captain himself questioned some of the thugs, and at least the ones conscious enough provided an answer.
“Dipping into their own supply – it was some asshole in a costume,” Loeb snapped, while the room chuckled.
Thoughtfully, Gordon raised his hand and Loeb cautiously nodded at him.
“This guy did deliver us one of the city’s biggest crime lords,” He commented.
Loeb glared, not wanting to admit that the younger man was right.
“No one takes the law into their own hands in my city, understand?” He growled. “Get back to work.”
He went back to his office and slammed the door behind him. Walking toward his desk, Loeb pulled a bottle of whiskey from one of the drawers along with a glass to slip it into. As he poured, all of a sudden the lights in his office went out. Loeb froze in his spot before getting the sense that someone was right behind him.
“You could have just used the front door,” He suggested.
From behind him stood a man in a suit with a white owl mask over his face. Loeb quickly shut the shades of all the office windows for complete privacy. He soon turned his attention back toward the man in the mask.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“The Grandmaster has spoken,” The man replied. “Judgment Day is coming. It is time for the Court of Owls to convene.”
Loeb put a hand over his face, rubbing his temples. When he pulled his hand away, the masked man vanished as though he were never there. Loeb looked for any sign of him, but none could be found. Sighing to himself, he walked over to his desk and reached into the trop drawer. From inside, he pulled out a white owl mask and held it in his hands as he stared at it for a moment.
If Judgment Day was truly coming, he needed to be ready.
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Meanwhile, at the D.A.’s office, Rachel met with her boss, Finch, in his office. She tossed the morning paper onto his desk, beaming at the huge photo of Falcone strapped to the light. She’d already added the photo to a book she kept of her favorite photos and articles.
“No way to bury it now.”
Finch agreed, but the worry was still plain as day.
“Maybe so, but there’s Judge Faden—”
“I’ve got Faden covered,” Rachel grinned.
‘And when he sees those photos that I have of him…’
Finch raised an eyebrow, but otherwise knew better than to ask.
“And this ‘bat’ they’re babbling about?” He asked skeptically.
Rachel hesitated for only a second.
“Even if these guys’ll swear in court to being trashed by a giant bat… we have Falcone at the scene,” She stated. “Drugs, prints, cargo manifest – this bat character gave us everything.”
Finch considered all of this and then grinned, seeing how right she was. There was no way they were losing Falcone this time.
“Damn right. Let’s get frying.”
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Over at Wayne Manor, Bruce was sound asleep in the master bedroom when Alfred entered. After setting the breakfast tray on a table, he opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight fell on the young man’s face, waking him.
Bruce groaned, covering his head with the sheet and blanket.
“Bats are nocturnal,” He groaned.
“Bats maybe,” Alfred agreed, inching the tray closer to the bed. “But even for billionaire playboys, 3 o’clock is pushing it. The price of living a double life, I fear.”
He then picked up the morning paper.
“Your theatrics made an impression,” He added.
“Not his alone need I remind you.”
Alfred turned just as the Mane Six and Spike entered the room. Much like Bruce, they were tired and beat from the night before. Some of them had a few bruises and Spike was sporting a black eye… again. Nonetheless, they seemed rather pleased about last night’s work.
“We sure laid waste on those punks,” Rainbow spoke cockily. “They never stood a chance against my mad skills.”
“Not tah mention yer charmin’ modesty,” Applejack joked.
“While I don’t advocate violence, I must say it felt good stopping those hoodlums from committing their crimes,” Rarity grinned.
Hearing this, Bruce uncovered his head and, blinking in the bright light, took the newspaper and sat up to read the front page, grinning at the sight of Falcone chained up. He recalled the glee he felt wrapping the chains all around the crime boss’s body.
“Theatricality and deception are powerful weapons, Alfred,” He remarked. “It’s a start.”
“But there’s still much work to do,” Twilight spoke up. “Speaking of which, I have something to show you, Bruce.”
She walked toward the young man and with her magic she handed him the bullet that nearly hit them on the rooftop the other night. Bruce looked at the bullet for a moment as he analyzed it.
“7.62-millimeter caliber,” He observed. “The tip is plated in silver. Not a lot of thugs out there have the money for silver bullets, let alone high velocity ones. How’d you get this?”
“Someone shot at us last night on the rooftop,” Rainbow responded. “Right after we paid a visit to your buddy, John Wycliffe.”
“If we’d been only a few feet to our right, we’d have been killed,” Fluttershy added.
Bruce studied the bullet closely, making out something odd. There was an engraving along the side, which depicted what resembled an owl expanding its wings.
As Bruce studied the symbol, a look of realization dawned on him.
“No… it can’t be,” He said shocked.
“What is it, Bruce?” Twilight asked.
“When I was a kid, my parents always used to me this nursery rhyme,” Bruce answered. “About this secret society that ran Gotham from the shadows. They’re called the Court of Owls. I always used to think they were just a myth.”
“Myths can quickly turn into reality, especially when it’s shooting at you,” Spike commented.
Wouldn’t a dragon’s scales prevent anything from hurting him?
… Did you REALLY want to test that? He’s not ‘that’ strong!
“What else do you know about this ‘Court of Owls’?” Twilight asked.
“Not much,” Bruce answered. “All I know is they’ve supposedly been around since Gotham was founded. However, there’s no whisper or anything about them.”
Twilight used her magic to take the bullet back and studied it herself.
“Maybe it’s time we did some digging on this Court of Owls,” She declared.
“And we’ll be findin’ Chrysalis and the Dazzlins’ somewhere down the road, right?” Applejack asked, raising a brow.
“And we will…” Twilight assured. “But if this Court intends to interfere and put our plan at risk, we need to learn everything we can about this group, so we’ll be ready.”
As they planned, Alfred frowned over the dark bruises forming across the young man’s torso and arms. Already, he was imagining questions that would be asked about the injuries if one was to see Bruce bare-chested in the near future.
“If those are to be the first of many injuries,” He said slowly. “It would be wise to find a suitable excuse. Polo, for instance.”
“What’s Polo?” Spike asked.
“It’s one of the world’s oldest known team sports where the objective is to score using a long-handled wooden mallet to hit a small hard ball through the opposing team’s goal. It’s traditionally played on horseback.”
“Ooh…” Spike nodded.
Slowly, he turned toward the girls who merely glanced back in annoyance.
“No…” Twilight answered bluntly.
“Ah, you girls are no fun,” Spike pouted.
Bruce made a face as he set aside the newspaper and stood up, reaching for a tall glass with a green veggie drink in it.
“I’m not learning polo, Alfred.”
Alfread wasn’t about to back off on this particular argument concerning his young charge.
“Strange injuries, a nonexistent social life,” He pointed out. “These things beg the question of what, exactly, Bruce Wayne does with his time and his money.”
“Actually, that’s a really good point,” Pinkie nodded in agreement. “Not to mention A.J.’s ‘really’ bad at lying.”
“Don’t you start, Pinkie,” Applejack scolded.
Bruce considered this as he drowned the drink, putting the glass back. Then, with a straight back, he fell forward onto the floor, performing a dizzying amount of rapid push-ups.
“What does someone like me do?”
Alfred shrugged as he watched with concern.
“Drive sport cars, date movie stars,” He suggested. “Buy things that aren’t for sale. Who knows, Master Wayne? If you start pretending to have fun, you might even have a little by accident.”
“I just might,” Bruce chuckled.
He casually looked at the girls, who eyed each other weirdly.
“Why is he looking at us like that?” Fluttershy asked, concerned.
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“GOD DAMN IT!!!”
Across town, a very angry Roman Sionis burst through the doors of his penthouse office. His mask ripped off and discarded, he started wrecking everything in sight. His thugs watched as Roman yelled out in frustration, destroying everything he could touch while cursing loudly.
“Whoa now boss, just calm down,” One of his thugs tried reasoning.
*BANG!*
A loud gunshot sent the thug falling to the ground, blood polling around him from a fresh bullet wound in the chest. The other thugs faced their boss fearfully, as he now held a smoking gun in his hand.
“Don’t you idiots know what just happened?!” He yelled. “This deal would’ve made me richer than the god damn Queen of England! And in one night, ONE DAMN NIGHT, it all goes to hell because of some masked freaks!”
The thugs fell to their knees, practically begging for mercy and not to be killed. Their boss stared in passing, like a mad man with a gun in hand. He walked in front of all of them, looking them all in the eye with such intensity.
“There is a storm coming!” He yelled. “Like nothing you have ever seen! And not one of you are prepared for it!”
He raised the gun, about to fire again as all the thugs screamed. That was until the doors burst open again, drawing his attention and the thugs sighed with relief. Their boss soon noticed Poison Ivy, Zoe Pink Star, and the Dazzlings entering his office. The deranged crime lord was confused by the mere presence of the sirens and the plant lady.
“What the hell is this?” Sionis asked confused. “Boys, get the hell up and waste them!”
The thugs quickly got up and grabbed their weapons, aiming at the ladies. Before they could even pull the triggers, all four sirens channeled some melodious hypnotizing notes and the thugs found themselves instantly under their spell. Giddy smiles spread along their faces before making their way to their side. This made Roman Sionis more confused than ever.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Sionis asked angrily. “Get back here and kill them!”
“I don’t think they’re willing to listen to you anymore, Roman,” Poison Ivy smirked.
“Don’t test me, plant bitch!” Sionis snapped. “Or I’ll cut your eyes out and feed them to those devil plants you love so much.”
The Dazzlings and Zoe whispered in the thugs’ ears, and they instantly lifted their guns again aiming right at Sionis.
“Sorry, you’re in no position to be making threats right now,” Adagio grinned.
“We give these boys the word and they’ll shoot you dead right where you’re standing,” Aria added.
Sionis faced the Dazzlings with a heated glare.
“What do you want?” He growled.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Sionis,” Zoe smirked. “We’re not here to hurt you; we’re here to help you.”
“What are you talking about?” He asked confused. “What could you possibly do for me?”
“You’ve already seen what we can do with our voices alone, just imagine what we could do if we team up,” Poison Ivy responded. “My deadly plants, their hypnotizing voices, your money, and even your muscle heads. We could have this city at our mercy.
From the sidelines, Sonata looked rather concerned.
“I don’t know about this,” She spoke worriedly. “Maybe we should—”
“Sonata, if you don’t shut up, I’ll have one of these thugs put a bullet in your head!” Aria threatened.
Sonata quickly shut her trap, sulking off to the corner as Poison Ivy and the others dealt with business.
“Here’s how I see it, Roman,” Ivy explained. “With Carmine Falcone locked up, that basically makes you the new King of Gotham’s underworld. With that power, you must have connections.”
“Yeah… and what of it?” Sionis snipped.
Poison Ivy reached behind her and pulled out a small vial of green liquid that Zoe stole for her.
“There’s an ancient plant whose roots run under Gotham’s slums,” She explained. “It has long since been dead for a thousand years, but this vial contains a special enzyme that will bring it back to life.”
“Why should I care over some stupid plant?” Sionis asked.
“Because this isn’t any ordinary plant,” Ivy answered. “Its roots run all throughout Gotham City. If I were to bring the tree back to life, I could command it to use those roots to destroy any city block in mere moments. The roots are impenetrable and will rip out of the ground, tearing all of Gotham down within minutes.”
While he didn’t care very much about the process, even Sionis had to admit the idea of having Gotham at his knees with the threat of imminent doom sounded enticing.
“What do you get out of it?” He asked.
“Simple!” Adagio answered. “You want those masked vigilantes dead; we can do so. We help you take control of this city, so long as they all die.”
Sionis couldn’t help but crack a wicked grin at the offer. To think he could have this entire city and all for the price of killing those he wanted dead. That was an offer far too tempting to pass up.
“First, I want my goons back,” He said. “It’s hard finding good goons these days.”
Adagio, Aria, and Zoe all nodded their heads and snapped their fingers. Within a second, the thugs snapped back to reality and held their heads from the splitting headaches they now had. Once their senses returned, they looked at one another before eyeing the ladies and their boss.
“What the hell just happened?” One thug asked.
“When did these chicks come in?” Another thug added.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sionis responded. “Right now, I want you to send a message to every scumbag, mobster, and freak in the city.”
“What do we tell ‘em, boss?” A thug asked.
Sionis turned to face the giant window overlooking the city.
“Tell them I’ll pay $1,000,000 to anyone that kills this bat thing and those four-legged freaks with it.”
The thugs quickly scrambled from the room, taking care to avoid the body of their fallen comrade on the ground. This left Sionis and the ‘Vicious Vixens’ in the office to look down upon the city. One way or another, Gotham would be there’s before all was said and done.
First sightings to me are reminiscent of a first impression. You get that one good look hoping you don't miss anything else, then suddenly you are swept away by some action in which it will either leave viewers wanting more... or that's all they want to see. It's kind of like when you see that first sighting of land after weeks and months at sea and your crew have gone crazy from seeing nothing but open water. Then you're left with a choice, you either keep going if the island doesn't look habitable enough... or you take a chance and try to dock hoping to see what resources can be useful.
In this case, Bruce Wayne and the Equestrians made their first sighting clear to those criminals attempting to move some drugs into the city as the Batman and the Power Ponies. Those who didn't get a good look at them could only experience the pain of having their whole operation blown away by some random group who made them look like fools (Especially their boss). Our heroes made their point by what they were here for and sooner or later folks will start talking.
And much sinister business is at work when villains start to meet, they start to convey on what intentions they have in mind with this city. We don't know at one point they'll soon strike, but it's not going to be good for those unfortunate citizens who were trying to make it work in the otherwise 'worst' city in the entire country.
No, you're not, the guy from Twilight is.
Not on a Twitch stream or schedule.
Yeah, Aria just giving me more reasons to dislike her even more each time she either threatens, physically hurt, and/or emotionally hurt her
Really, just shows she doesn’t act like a real sister to her
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Well, we figured we could find a way to slip it in there somehow because that's how good we thought it was. It just seemed to fit this one moment and it wouldn't do us justice if it wasn't included.
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In a sense, that was entirely the whole point especially when it came down to Aria. Amongst all the Sirens at the time, Aria was the most vocal of how she feels about Sonata. It's like when Mary and Sarah Sanderson are fighting, but this just goes to slightly extreme levels. Does this moment build up to anything? Who knows for sure?
What we know is that it goes a few ways. It may give fans a reason to dislike Aria more, and a reason to sympathize with Sonata by double. Anyone who's ever been in this situation before, they know what that feeling is like no matter which side you stood. You just got to ask yourself one question when you do think of that situation... 'Did this really hit home in more ways than even I was preparing for?'.
Awesome work. Bruce and the Equestrians stirred things up by taking in Falcone, but now that they've made an appearance others are going to be looking for them.
You can imagine how many people actually wish they can say that
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They should increase the price to $50,000,000.
Because that price was used in "Batman: Arkham Origins", and it attracted more villains to Gotham.
*Sigh* It’s always the same. I got off of my real job at 5. Then, there’s a new chapter in the Cinematic Adventures.
Random Dude: (To Me) “Tired as much?”
Me: (To random dude) “No. It’s become a norm.”
Random Dude: (To me) “Including the part where you unjustly get downvotes?”
Me: (To random dude) “Oh! You mean the rotten tomatoes that people are wasting away?” (Catches a tomato) “Free salad.” (Bites into the tomato) “Hmmm! 10 more of these and the Betas won’t have to worry about that Heinz tomato ketchup shortage.”
Random Dude: (To me) “Do we even still have any Betas left?”
Me: “Well, I think there’s Tim Ribbert and Crazycartoons5488, last I checked.”
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Me: (To Shadowshion and HunterBrony101) "Hunter! Shadow! Great!" (Blasted Moxxie away with a flamethrower and Millie with a palm blasters) "Got my hands full here, protecting Carrie and–WHOA!"
I almost got squashed into a bloody pulp by the March Hare a.k.a. hypnotized Bugs Bunny.
"March Hare": "Give the Hatter his Alice back!" (Tries to squash me again)
Me: "WHOA!" (I ran for my life, taking Carrie with me) "RUN CARRIE! RUN!"
Carrie White: "I'm running, I'm running!"
And once again, me and Carrie ran for our lives, chased by the March Hare, chased by the Mad Hatter, chased by Moxxie and Millie, chased by Blitzo, chased by... You know, at this point, we might as well just call this the Caucus Race...in Gotham...
Me: (Breaks the fourth wall) "While me and Carrie run screaming for our lives, let's see what's happening in the next chapter of the Cinematic Adventure. Shall we?"
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Wow, the ending of this chapter gave me goosebumps, so much is happening with villains uniting and the Court making their move..........*shivers*, cant wait to see what comes next, the Mane 6, Spike and Bruce gonna have their hands full XD
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That’s kinda the whole point
In the meantime, for this Cinematic Adventure's menu, we have:
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I have to say. Looking at these foods we've seen from the cinemas, made real courtesy of Babish, it's making me hungry...
But as always, have a look at our menu, and place your orders in the comment box. Then our Betas will come and take your orders. Jot it down and bring them to you.
(In riffing mode)
Tom: Wow, now that’s what I call a passing of the touch!”
Tom: (singsong) Sounds like someone needs a huuuuuuuuug!
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Menu looks amazing as always P.D. Any chance of the boss getting to f*** with a double Krabby Patty and a Butterbeer?
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Discord Memorial Cinema
Hitch: (peeved) A good standing judge is back at the hotbed of criminals?
Zipp: Hate to break it to ya, Hitch, but that judge is neither “good” nor “standing”.
Izzy: Yeah! He’s sitting.
Sunny: What was that all about?
Me: We’ll probably find out later. Right now, we must reunite with a pair of villains that have been neglected up to this point.
Me: Dr. Crane and Chrysalis have been busy since we’ve last seen them.
Sunny: (concerned) What have they been doing?
Me: Perfecting their experiments on how people experience fear and the data on how it scientifically operates.
Pipp: What does that even mean?
Me: You’ll find out soon enough.
Me: Bold statement. Very bold statement. I would like to hear more of your argument, perhaps analyze the data you’ve collected, but I can’t do that because you’re nothing but a couple of egotistical greedy scumbags. I doubt you’re even real scientists.
Me: Oh, damn~!
Zipp: (chuckles) That…was good.
Me: (grinning) Rachel Dawes has also been busy in the years until Bruce returned. I can’t wait to see what she’s capable of.
Zipp: (likewise) Neither can I.
Pipp: (worried) They have allies?
Sunny: (likewise) Oh, dear.
Me: Really? I thought for sure they would be more than content to work alone.
Hitch: As the saying goes: “no honor among thieves”.
Me: (agreeing) Quite.
Zipp: (intrigued) What’s this gonna mean?
Hitch: I like her. She’s not afraid to fight for justice despite all who oppose her.
Izzy: (to Sunny) Hey! He said that he was looking out for her, like when you and I traveled to Zephyr Heights for the first time!
Sunny: (smiling, nostalgic) Yep, I remember, Izzy.
Izzy: Let’s sing it again!
Audience: (sans Sunny) NO!
Me: Well, well, well…this is an interesting development. Crane, Chrysalis, and Falcone in the same room.
Me: (bored) That’s not scary. Who are ya tryin’a fool?
Izzy: Can you be scary?
Me: What do ya think 'a this? (after the screaming, satisfied) I still got it.
Hitch: All that much illegal money, and he squeals like a pig at the first sign.
Me: I don’t know. I’ve seen Falcone with an almost frightening amount of patience and coolness before, but we’ll see.
Sunny: (gasps) No! He wants to kill Rachel!
Me: (to myself) Hmm…one thing’s for sure: the Scarecrow ain’t no pushover this time around. Let’s just see how well he’ll hold up at the end…
Zipp: Hey! That’s Gordon’s partner!
Me: He’s certainly in for it now.
Haven: The nerve! How can he say such a thing about that woman?!
Me: (shrugging) That’s misogyny for ya.
Sunny: (excited) EEEHH!!! Princess Twilight’s in detective mode!
Zipp: (glad) I’m impressed.
Me: This is Batman back to basics and I…am tolerant of this one. I still haven’t seen all the way through yet.
Me: This is…a particular development. Setting the groundwork for how their dynamics are possibly going to play out, I see.
Izzy: Why does Harley sound like Princess Twilight?
Me: Eh, it happens sometimes.
Hitch: (gasps) DRUGS?!! DRUGS!! AN OFFICER OF THE LAW IS CONSPIRING TO SMUGGLE DRUGS!! …zzzzzzzz…
Zipp: Okay…didn’t expect that to happen?
Sunny: He’s not hurt is he?
Me: He was close to a full blown panic-attack. I just had to bring out my handy-dandy slapping fish. (to myself) I’m not sure whether to laugh or to cringe.
Zipp: It doesn’t surprise me that Falcone has his hands in the pockets of the police department.
Me: Same thing happened with Prohibition.
Zipp: What the…?
Izzy: It’s that Sionis guy from before! But why is his face more…darker?
Hitch: That’s because he’s wearing a mask.
Izzy: I knew that!
Sunny: I didn’t expect him to make a reappearance.
Me: (pondering about the implications of the growing Rogue’s Gallery) Eh…sure, why not?
Just about everyone in the cinema got a laugh out of the cheesiness.
Zipp: (sniggering) Black Mask? Do you think if it were yellow would he call himself Yellow Mask?
Pipp: (likewise) Or what about Turquoise Mask?
Hitch: I’m partial to Green Mask, myself.
Sunny: I would like to see Magenta Mask. Now that’d be funny!
Izzy: Or Rainbow Sparkles Mask?!
Me: (grinning) There’s just something so funny about a man in a business suit trying to be intimidating while wearing a mask. Ironically, of course.
Me: I’ve seen this snippet before…it’s coming up in just a little bit…
Sunny: What is?
Me: (smirking) Just…watch…
Zipp: Woah!
Alphabittle: Yikes!
Sprout: What’s happening?!
Pipp: (nervous) B-B-Bat-shaped?
Me: It’s…coming…
Pipp: (screaming) AH!! GIANT BAT!!
Zipp: (rubbing her other ear) Yeah, we can totally see that!
Me: Three down~…
Me: (to myself) Alright…perhaps finally that old concept can be redeemed in the proper context and setting.
Sunny: Was that…Princess Twilight and her friends?
Me: I don’t know. What did it look like to you?
Sunny: It looked like Princess Twilight and her friends.
Me: Then it probably was, though the titular character isn’t far behind. Rather, he’s hiding in plain sight…in the shadows…
Sparky: (giggling) Shadows…
Izzy: (waving) Hi!
Sunny: (faux wincing) He shouldn’t have done that…
Zipp: Serves him right, I say.
Hitch: Yeah.
Me: So this is the full context of that snippet? Not what I expected honestly.
Sunny: How so?
Me: I expected Falcone to be a prominent force throughout the course of this movie, but I can understand why that’s not the case.
Me: (with Batman) I’m Batman! (coughing) Christ, how can anyone talk like that?
Izzy: He said it!
Zipp: You’re in for it now, Falcone.
Haven: I’ll admit, this Batman has my nerves on edge.
Alphabittle: I can feel my beard standing on end.
Hitch: (awestruck) Wow…
Pipp: (confused) Are you okay, there?
Hitch: (still) I didn’t know he’d look so…
Pipp: Handsome? Intimidating? A superhero?
Hitch: (not listening intently) Yes…
Pipp: (taken aback) Uh…wow, o-okay. You…be you on that.
Izzy: Aw, such a good friend!
Sunny: (scared) Oh, no! Rachel!
Zipp: That’s not good.
Zipp: You may want to turn around…
Me: High-voltage resistant too? That’s pretty neat.
Sunny: See? He’s not so bad.
Me: By definition, Batman’s not technically a vigilante. He still makes sure that the good-hearted people are the ones to get the evidence.
Hitch: (defensive) I…I just…didn’t get to see him in action, that’s all!
Sunny: (giggling) Relax, Hitch, we’re not gonna hold it against you.
Izzy: That’d be silly!
Pipp: I mean, I would.
Sunny: Pipp!
Pipp: I’m kidding, really!
Me: And so it begins…
Izzy: (giggling) You just name-dropped the movie title again.
Me: (mock surrender) I swear that was unintentional.
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Now I am curious what movie that clip is from. That aside it sounds like Ivy is gonna up the stakes a bit from the movie's plot.
And~ We're about to get to the point where BATMAN has to ask the residents of PONYVILLE on "how to have fun" which is amusing in itself.
Once again, i HATE Adagio and Aria so FING MUCH! Possibly more this time! First they physically and mentally/emotionally abuse her when she was just being nice to people who are supposed to be family, but now they just threatened to fking kill her! When Batman and the Mane 6 (and Spike) finally come face to face with Adagio and Aria, i hope to Celestia's Sun and Luna's Moon that they beat the everlasting CRAP OUT OF THEM!!!
*SIGH* I'm sorry, i just really hate what they are doing to Sonata. I like Sonata. Out of the 3 Dazzlings she's like an innocent, excitable, and adorable kid that you just want to hug and protect. I sincerely hope that she defects to the Mane 6's side and becomes good after Adagio and Aria go to far. As far as I'm concerned, Sonata can have a bigger and so much better family with the Mane 6 then those 2 cts.
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Amethyst Star: "Coming right up, sir!" (Goes into the kitchen) "One double Krabby Patty and butter beer for Mr. E!"
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Thank you my faithful assistant
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Meanwhile, back at Discord's Theater
Princess Skystar: "What's happening now?"
Capper Dapperpaw: "Trouble, that's what."
Gallus: "Oh, look. It's Dr. Freaky-Stein."
Sandbar: (To Gallus) "Nevermind him. Check out the freaky guy on the stand!"
Silverstream: (Cringing) "Ew! Someone has a bad hair day..."
Gallus: (To Silverstream) "Something tells me it's not a trip from the barber shop..."
Cranky Doodle Donkey: (Creeped out) "That's just wrong!"
Big Mac: (To Cranky) "Eeyup!"
Ocellus: (Scared) "Chrysalis..."
Thorax: (Indifferent) "Chrysalis..."
Pharynx: (Enraged) "CHRYSALIS! Hmph. They'll let anyone into courthouses, these days..."
Ember: "What good is trying to rehabilitate someone if they've murdered so many people? I say they should be put down immediately!"
Thorax: (To Ember) "Uh...No offense, Dragon Lord, but...not all of us are a big fan of playing...executioner..."
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
Marble Pie: "Mmmm-hmmm."
Limestone Pie: (Points at Big Mac and her sister) "What they said."
Crazy Steve: "He's not even doing the DR. EVIL PINKY THING! GOD I HATE YOU SCARECROW!"
Random Dude: "Do they include a bunch of imp assassins, a gothic hellhound femme fatale, the Mad Hatter and the March Hare who have been chasing Dr. Phantom-Dragon and Carrie White non-stop since the start of this Cinematic Adventure? Because that explains a lot..."
Gallus: "As if this world has had enough magic megalomaniacs, now we've got even more from many other worlds in the multiverse to be worried about."
Sandbar: (To Gallus) "Yeah. And one of them was Sunset Shimmer. Not once, but twice!"
Mudbriar: (To Sandbar) "Technically speaking, as far as I'm concerned, Sunset's been reformed...twice."
Ocellus: (To Mudbriar) "You don't suppose, she'd turn evil again a third time...would she?"
Luster Dawn: (To Ocellus) "I sure hope not!"
Past Opaline: (To Luster Dawn) "Maybe she won't...but then again, she might. She's a tricky one."
Derpy: (Whispers to random pony) "Now we're getting somewhere!"
Capper Dapperpaw: "Everytime it gets harder and harder. Money, money, money, money, money, money, money..."
Thorax: (To Pharynx) "If looks could kill...I'd be dead!"
Pharynx: (To Thorax) "Same!"
Princess Celestia: (To Thorax and Pharynx) "Well, if Chrysalis was anything...say, a basilisk, then yes... Looks could definitely kill."
Thorax: (To Princess Celestia) "Ok. Now I wished you didn't tell us that."
Princess Luna: (To Thorax) "Don't worry, Thorax. There hasn't been a basilisk since Herpo the Foul...at least, that's what the Ministry of Magic assured..." (Mutters to herself) "Though, I have this suspicious feeling that Dumbledore's intuition may hold some truth regarding..."
Star Tracker: "Yeah? Well if he does come to Gotham? Princess Twilight and Bruce Wayne will arrest his butt too!"
Starlight Glimmer: (To Star Tracker) "Do you even know who they're talking about?"
Star Tracker: (To Starlight Glimmer) "What's there to know? He's a bad guy. And you know what they say. Princess Twilight ALWAYS BEATS the BAD GUYS!"
Mudbriar: (To Star Tracker) "Technically, not always."
Crazy Steve: "Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUNNNN!!!"
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Me:(looks at Hunter)"Roger that"(then I heard a sound coming from my back door, I open it and Taz the Tasmanian devil spinning and stop)"Finally awake, are we"?.
Taz:"UH huh".
Me:"Good"(looks at Phantom Dragon and Carrie White are being chased by the Mad Hatter and Loona)"take some of the boys with you and help Phantom Dragon and Carrie White"(looks at Commissioner Gordon)"Gordon, you and the rest will help me to help Hunter".
Gordon:"Right".
Taz lead some of the officers to help Phantom Dragon and Carrie White, while Commissioner Gordon told the rest to follow us, Blitzo was charged at Hunter until I charged at him and he went through a brick wall, Millie and Moxxie saw Shadow and was about to attack him but police officers surprised them and dog pile them, Commissioner Gordon help Hunter up on his feet.
Gordon:"you a Alright"?.
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Me:"no kidding, but we aren't done yet, We still have the Mad Hatter to deal with, hopefully Taz can hold him off".
Gordon:(looks at Shadow and Hunter then looks at the I.M.P Gang)"Don't worry about them, we'll see to it that they aren't going to get in your way".
Is it just me, or is Aria getting more violent than usual.
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Discord's Theatre, Galaxy Branch
Petro: Wow, he's a lot worse than Jabba the Hutt.
Ahsoka Tano: Remember, whenever a galaxy's in turmoil, the rich and powerful tend to play with both sides and only want riches when others pay what they want to further their own agendas.
Postwar: I know a few terrorists who are like that. And if you think that's bad, you should've seen the Cold War.
Zatt: There's Chrysalis.
Sunset Shimmer: Why am I not surprised that the two of them are working together?
Ganodi: But who's the man that they're testifying?
Postwar: That would be Zsaz. He's a deranged killer that whenever he guts a victim, he marks them on his skin. He enjoys killing as if its his nature.
Ben Solo: But isn't it part of our nature? There are two sides of a person, a good and bad side. If we turn bad, we are sometimes intent to be prone on violence.
Some looked at him surprised, with Postwar looking at them with a flexed eyebrow:
Postwar: What the heck are you guys teaching them, anyway?
Cal Kestis: Trust me, it surprises us too.
Byph: Are they really?
Postwar: They are. You tend to find a ton of crazies when it comes to crime. You get the gangs, you get the criminally insane, and you get people with twisted fractured psyches. As some of you know what that must feel like.
For some, they do. Ahsoka, when she was temporarily influenced by the brother from Mortis, for Galen, when he was led to follow Vader's will, and Sunset, when the emperor tricked her and she was imprisoned within her own darkness.
Katochi: So they're already setting their plans in motion.
Zatt: Hope Princess Twilight and the others will put a stop to this.
Sunset Shimmer: Don't worry, with the training they received they'll be more than ready.
Postwar: Hopefully, after the way they suckered you, the Rainbooms and Mane 6 into distrusting one another. (Gets a glare from Sunset) Well it's true, don't glare at the person who points out bare facts that one can't silence the truth.
Petro: Why is it she's the only one willing to stand up to the dangerously insane but no one else would?
Ahsoka Tano: It's like the people too afraid to stand up to the Empire, all over again.
Cal Kestis: Ain't that the truth.
Postwar: *shakes his head in disappointment*, still short sighted as always. No offense, but the Emperor can do a better job at being discreet than you can.
Galen Marek: In a strange way, I agree with you.
Everyone else also agrees as they nodded.
Ganodi: Wait, they're planning to kill her? Oh wait, what am I saying, of course they are.
Zatt: Now that's a coward's move.
Postwar: Cowards who have much deeper pockets and don't want to get their hands dirty.
Petro: makes me wish that half the crime bosses in the galaxy were locked up for their crimes.
Cal Kestis: Wow, she's doing a good job at spying.
Postwar: Until something goes wrong. Trust me, every time whenever she tries to spy on someone it always backfires.
Sunset Shimmer: *Laughing*, I remember that. She tried to spy on Pinkie Pie and she ended up getting stung by bees, fell down a cellar and got crushed by a ton of debris from a moving wagon.
Postwar: Hey look, the characters who the voice actresses' voice.
Sunset Shimmer: What?
Postwar: *shakes head* Whoa, out of movie experience.
Ben Solo: What? The guy's own partner?
Postwar: Corruption can spread to anyone before they realize it too late.
Ahsoka Tano: I knew a Senator who had many friends who turned out that way.
Petro: Someone more terrifying than the Crime boss?
Postwar: Trust me, there's always someone else that the other's afraid of, the ones who are really at the top of the food chain.
Byph: Whoa, who is that?
Sunset Shimmer: That would be Black Mask. Trust me when I say this, he has more connections everywhere and he's not afraid to hurt someone.
Katochi: He's that bad?
Postwar: Yes. For example. *Clears his throat and pretends to be Black Mask*. I want him dead, seriously dead, his head mounted on my wall kind of dead, me wearing a sweater made out of his skin kind of dead, me using his hand as a backscratcher dead, be using his foot as a golf club kind of dead. *Clears his throat*, that way.
Katochi: *suddenly frightened* Uh, never mind.
Petro: So the gangs get to work.
Zatt: Until something goes wrong.
Byph: It always does.
Postwar: And now you'll see him at work.
Petro: Wow, pretty impressive.
Ahsoka Tano: Is that how you were able to get the drop on us?
Postwar: More or less. That's how skillful they are, otherwise, things might go down south.
Huyang: Oh my, I must say, he is doing a remarkable job on bringing down the organization.
Cal Kestis: If only there were more like him, crime in every world would be dropped long ago.
Ahsoka Tano: You can say that again.
Zatt: Wow, he really is thorough in his line of work.
Postwar: Sometimes when it comes to facing enemies, you got to be prepared for any eventuality.
Ganodi: Hey wait, isn't that the same homeless man Bruce gave his coat to?
Katochi: Hey yeah, it is.
Postwar: You two have got a good eye.
Postwar: *chuckles*, Now that's a classic.
Sunset Shimmer: What is?
Postwar: You tried to be brave when the bad guys see something scary behind you and when they run off, you think you scared them off.
Byph: At least she knows she has an ally from the shadows.
Postwar: Although she's going to have a "Never trust a weirdo in a mask" shtick.
Petro: You'd really think she'd do that?
Postwar: In a city like that, you never know.
Cal Kestis: So now both the criminal element and the Justice element knows about the Batman and what he can do.
Postwar: Don't forget about the others. Things tend to get a little stir crazy after that.
Ahsoka Tano: They always do.
Sunset Shimmer: Agreed.
Postwar: Says the man who's dirtier than a pair of gym socks.
Petro: He's also corrupted?
Postwar: Even the higher ups can be corrupted without them realizing it.
Ahsoka Tano: So the greedy and corrupt are pushing up their timetable.
Sunset Shimmer: If that's the case, then that would mean that everyone needs to be ready when they plan to strike.
Postwar: Knowing the criminal element, they would use that to their advantage.
Zatt: Oh, now he shows some backbone.
Postwar: Sometimes all it takes is a single spark of courage, to ignite the beacons of hope.
Ahsoka Tano: Wow, you know the old Jedi sayings.
Postwar: I keep an open mind.
Postwar: I'm surprised Rarity is okay with this. Usually she whines about everything.
Sunset Shimmer: Sometimes she does, but she learned to tolerate things and move on. Sometimes.
Cal Kestis: The start of many things to come.
Postwar: And Gotham would soon know to fear the Batman.
Postwar: Especially since mythical creatures have the tendency to surprise you when they stand right in front of you.
Sunset Shimmer: On that, we can agree.
Postwar: Careful what you wish for.
Sunset Shimmer: What do you mean?
Postwar: I had an encounter with them before. *Shows them the talon scars on the right side of his body, shocking some*. Trust me, they're not ones you'd want to underestimate.
Postwar couldn't help but laugh at that remark, with Sunset bumping her elbow against him.
Sunset Shimmer: It's not funny.
Postwar: No, but you'd definitely want an excuse for someone to, "Ride you", huh?
Sunset Shimmer: *Blushing madly at that remark* That's it!! *Tackles him over and wrestles him, with the others watching in amuzement*
Petro: Something tells me he's got something planned for them?
Postwar: *Wrestling against Sunset*, knowing him, it would probably want to throw people off!! *Gets pinned down again with everyone watching in amusement*
Sunset Shimmer: *Holds Postwar in a headlock*, See what I mean.
Katochi: Wow, you weren't kidding, he really is dangerous.
Postwar: *Strained voice* That he is!! *Wrestles with Sunset further after getting out of the headlock*
Sunset Shimmer: *stops in the middle of the wrestling*. Whoa, they've really stepped up. They're worse than ever.
Postwar: *muffled voice* Uh, Sunset, you shouldn't have stopped.
Sunset Shimmer: *Looks and see where his head was by accident, making her blush madly*. Pervert!!! *slapped him in the face*
Galen Marek: I saw that and he's right. It was your fault that he was in that position.
Sunset Shimmer: *Glares at Galen* Don't, push me.
Postwar: *rubbing his face* When I get my hands on her...
Sunset calms him down when she again placed his hand on his shoulder, but also gave an apologetic look for slapping him earlier.
Postwar: She really is stupid. Plus if she blames the heroes again, well she was the one that got them banished.
Sunset Shimmer: And here I thought we got through to them the last time we met.
Postwar: I know what you meant. I would've thought that they'd learn their lesson, but they never do.
Postwar: And thus the criminal element are starting to get smarter.
Sunset Shimmer: Here's hoping Princess Twilight and the others step up their game.
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Me: Nice to see Jim’s back on the job. I wonder when he’ll meet up with the others?
Zipp: (whistling) They certainly made good clean work on the criminals.
Hitch: So cool…
Zipp: (to Sunny) Is he alright?
Sunny: (smiling) Let him have his hero.
Zipp: Okay.
Pipp: (gasps).
Hitch: Does this mean Falcone’s finally being put behind bars?
Me: (relenting) I suppose it does.
Sunny: Will Jim and Batman cross paths again?
Me: As I said before, Jim Gordon is regarded as one of Batman’s most important allies. He’s one of the few honest cops left in the department. The question on my mind is, is going to be just Batman that he helps?
Zipp: I think he’s jealous.
Hitch: Jealous that he’s not getting the glory he so rightly undeserved.
Zipp: That’s…basically what I meant.
Hitch: …Oh.
Red: (thoughts) At least Bruce is not all on his own, left to rust in a corner for years while no one buys you, despite the mark downs.
Pipp: How dare you!
Zipp: Yeah, I agree!
Hitch: Batman’s done more honest work in one night than what you have done in your entire career!
Sparky: (agreeing) Batman!
Sunny: (startled) Him again?!
Hitch: What does he want now?!
Hitch: That’s what I just said!
Me: (frustrated) Oh, you’ve gotta be *censored* me.
Pipp: Would you stop doing that? There are foals in the audience.
Me: It’s like Prohibition all over again, except in cult form, with the hands of the top most privileged members of the city. It’s no wonder Gotham was targeted by the League of Shadows.
Red: (thoughts) Gotham is looking like one of the most lonely cities to live in.
Haven: That was quite responsible of Batman.
Alphabittle: Yeah, he takes out the crooks but makes sure to leave them in the hands of the law.
Hitch: (grinning) He’s so cool…
Me: You’re only human.
Pipp: (gasps) Is Brucie Batman?!
Zipp: (disbelief) You’re just realizing that now?
Zipp: Ouch. I didn’t think he was that tough.
Me: (sarcasm) Of course. The “high-class” criminal type.
Hitch: Wait, that exists?
Me: That’s why I put it in quotations.
Izzy: Oh…you mean like when you dip your forehooves when speaking a word or phrase?
Me: (imitating Mike Pollock) Precisely!
Zipp: Wait, he’s a dragon, right? Wouldn’t his scales prevent anything from hurting him?
Hitch: Do you REALLY want to test that? No pony’s not ‘that’ strong! And don’t give Sparky any ideas!
Zipp: Okay, gee! Sorry!
Misty: (to herself) Pain-proof scales?! (gasps) I must tell Opaline!
Me: (distracting) Hey, look! The movie's not finished yet!
Misty: (falling for it) …as soon as the movie’s over.
Me: I think it was based in England.
Me: Oh, come on, that’d be hilarious!
Everyone else: NO!
Me: Oh, alright. You guys win.
Me: Hah.
Sunny: What’s going to happen now?
Me: Now? (chuckling with irony) Now, Bruce is going to need help from his Equestrian friends if they’re to establish a secret identity.
Sunny: But what?
Me: You’ll see…
Zipp: Would you stop saying that?
Me: And why should I? It’s fun to do so.
Haven: (shocked) Goodness gracious!
Zipp: What’d he ever do to you?!
Me: It’s a common trope for crime boss villains to vent their anger on their hired henchmen. Not that it makes it any better.
Me: Realistically speaking, Queen Elizabeth wasn’t the richest person in the world at the time.
Hitch: Who was?
Me: Bill Gates. It doesn’t surprise me so.
Zipp: It’s more than you deserve, Black Maskless!!
Zipp: Is he alright?
Me: (deadpanned) Well, shit.
Sprout: (dazed) Pretty ladies~…!
Me: I can’t tell if he’s angry or scared or both simultaneously. One thing’s for sure: he’s at their mercy.
Sunny: Does he deserve it?
Me: A villain at the mercy of another villain, and they don’t bother to outright kill him?
Izzy: (cutely suspicious) Yeah…something’s not right.
Me: As I thought. As the lyrics go: (singing) Opportunity’s knockin’ they’ll be no more squakin’! We’re gonna get rich! Filthy~ Rich! (thoughts) Are Harley and Ivy going to meet up in this adventure? ‘Cause that’d be quite the fanservice.
Me: Who’s? Yours or his?
Hitch: Yeah, I don’t trust this partnership.
Sunny: What was that for?!
Izzy: That was so~ not nice!
Me: I had a feeling that with Zoe in the picture, the cracks are beginning to crumble.
Red: (thoughts) Poor girl. Left all alone from her own family.
Me: Simple and straight to the point. It’s just good business, as some people say.
Phyllis: How is this considered “good business”?
Me: That’s the irony.
Me: Don’t count your chickens before they come to roost. We’ve still got a long way to go, and I have no patience for letting my ego and emotions cloud my common sense and logical process. (settle into my seat) I’m patient. I can wait.
Zipp: I’ve got a feeling Gotham’s just gonna be a battleground regardless.
Sunny: Why do you say that?
Zipp: For one thing, Ducard and Duscard are still alive, and I’m gonna bet they’ll be calling for revenge.
Me: Guys who want to rule Gotham vs guys who want to destroy Gotham. (like Mr. Burns) Very interesting.
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Flurry Heart: "YEAH! YOU!"
Silverstream: "Every day? Now that city's a real mess worth cleaning."
Extra Cut
On her way back to Wayne Manor, Twilight happened to pass by two imps.
Moxxie: "Well, sir. This has been a complete waste of our time! Once again, our target got away!"
Blitzo: "And as always, you're the one who f***** up big time, Mox."
Moxxie: "How is it my fault? That girl is well protected by those friends of hers! And they're not even human! At least, some of them aren't."
Blitzo: "Which was why I tasked you and your wife to OFF THEM out of the way, like FIVE DAYS AGO! And now they're gone! They've flown the coop!"
Moxxie: "Sir. Maybe we should just...throw in the towel, I mean...it's obvious this girl isn't going down easy and...her friends certainly are dedicated to protecting her! Maybe she's just...not worth the trouble." (Gets choked by Blitzo)
Blitzo: "Now you listen to ME, Moxxie. There is NO WAY in SEVEN SINNERS are WE going BACK TO HELL, WITHOUT OFFING OUR TARGET FIRST!!! Our company's policy is clear! We never leave a target unharmed! Now that may not mean a whole lot to you and your baby d!¢< wiener, but I AIN'T LETTING THIS COMPANY GOING UNDER BECAUSE YOU'VE DECIDED TO GIVE UP! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!!!"
Moxxie: (Choking) "Yes... Yes sir."
Blitzo: "Good!" (Drops Moxxie to the ground) "I'm glad we had this conversation." (Picks up his rifle) "Now let's go hunt ourselves some ass!"
Moxxie: "Well, the sooner we can kill this girl, then the happier Loona will be...I still don't know what you see in that hellhound of yours."
Blitzo: (To Moxxie) "A whole lot more than you'll ever know!" (Sees some homeless people on the street) "But at least this city's got way more homeless people on the street than in hell. That means I get to laugh WAY MORE than I did back home."
Star Tracker: (Digs his ears) "Uh, call me crazy. But it sounded almost like Princess Twilight was talking to herself back there."
Starlight Glimmer: (To Star Tracker) "Me too! All of a sudden, I'm getting this strange feeling of deja vu."
Luster Dawn: (To Star Tracker) "Make that three, because I was feeling it too."
Moon Dancer: "Creepy."
Audience: "Aw~"
Audience: *GASPS*
Party Favor: "HE MURDERED WINNIE THE POOH!"
Lil'Cheese: (Bawls out crying)
Shining Armor: "Hmmm. That looks almost like cocaine. I've once worked with some police officers tracking down this kind of drug, in a town called Maretime Bay once."
Ocellus: (Gulps) "I know I'm going to regret asking, but...who could be scarier than him?"
Smolder: (To Ocellus) "We're gonna find out soon...but I doubt they're any scarier than these freaks who have been hunting me down for my 24/7 Championship Belt..."
Smolder looks behind her to see every dragons, griffons san Gabby, and greedy ponies, locked onto Smolder's every movements. The moment she looked at them, the sat back up in their seats, turned their eyes at the big screen, trying to act normal. But it's obvious...gold fever is one tough costumer.
*HICCUP*
Trixie: "Uh...nice mask? He kind makes Sunset Shimmer's look cute and cuddly, to be honest."
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
Grubber: (In a spooky voice) "Black Mask!" (Resumes normal voice) "Ooh, I just scared myself!" (Tempest Shadow rolled her eyes)
Capper Dapperpaw: "That's a sucker's bet."
Starlight Glimmer: "Oh, Twilight and friends...I hope you're ready..."
Audience: "..."
Diamond Tiara: "Uh...what just happened?"
Gallus: "Ooh! Now you're all in trouble!"
Random pony: "Now THAT'S how you make an entrance!"
Derpy: (To random pony) "You said it!"
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Around that time, was when me and Carrie arrived.
Me: "We've lost those imps and the Mad Hatter...unfortunately, we've once again lost our friends."
Carrie White: "Mr. Phantom-Dragon, I feel awful about all of this. I'm the one they want. I'm the reason you and the others are in this mess. You should just..."
Me: "Don't even finish that sentence."
Carrie White: "But why do you even care? I...I traumatized you. I've destroyed and massacred an entire city and...my mom is dead set on trying to kill me, from Hell!"
Me: "Which is why she and those imps will have to go over my dead body first, before she could even lay a finger on you." (I breathed a deep heavy sigh) "Look, Carrie. As much as I'm...scared. None of that matters anymore. Right now, you're Fluttershy's friend, and...that makes you our friend as well. And if Princess Twilight ever taught us anything, it's that we never leave a friend behind."
Carrie White: "Kinda like Pinkie Pie's ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten."
Me: "...How did you get so smart?"
Suddenly, one of Falcone's goons happened upon us.
Thug #1: (Holds out a gun) "Hey, WHO ARE YOU?!"
Me: (Startled) "WHO SAID THAT?!" (I fired a palm blaster at the thugs, blasting one of them)
Thug #2: "WHAT THE–" (Looks at both me and Carrie with wide eyes)
Me: "Boo?"
Thug #2: "AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" (Runs for his life)
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At the same time, me and Carrie were hiding behind some crates, when we looked and watched the whole thing unfold before our very eyes.
Me: "Now THIS is a front-row seat experience!"
Ponyville Theater
Capper Dapperpaw: "Ooh! I'd hate to be those poor unfortunate souls."
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
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Carrie White: "Oh wow! Look at them go!"
Ponyville Theater
Smolder: "Ooh! That's gotta leave a mark."
Big Mac: "Eeyup!"
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Me: "Ouch! He's gonna feel that in the morning."
Ponyville
Lil'Cheese: "Yay, mommy!"
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Carrie: "Again...how?"
Me: (Shrugs to Carrie) "That's just Pinkie being Pinkie Pie."
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He almost hit me and Carrie though.
Me: "WHOA!" (Pulls Carrie down) "Keep your heads down!"
Ponyville
Button Mash: "HEY! THERE HE GOES!!!"
Rumble: "Can it, Button. They can't hear you!"
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After the shooting was done, me and Carrie poked our heads up, when we saw Flass driving away, like the coward he is.
Carrie: "Where is he going?"
Me: "Somewhere to hide, if I have to guess."
Me and Carrie turned to look back at the scene, just in time to see a thug nearly getting the drop on Fluttershy.
Carrie: "FLUTTERSHY, WATCH OUT!!!"
Once again, Carrie's telekinesis kicked in and she instinctively destroyed the thug's gun, before he could pull the trigger, and gave him a strong shove.
Fluttershy: "Oh! Oh my!"
Carrie White: "Fluttershy!" (Runs towards Fluttershy, with me following behind)
Me: (To Carrie) "CARRIE! WAIT!"
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No sooner did Falcone leave, when his limo's driver felt a tap on the shoulder.
Fluttershy: "Um, I didn't want to do this when your back is turned."
Fluttershy throws a punch at the driver...which didn't really do much, since it was hardly a punch. Before Fluttershy could throw another punch, the driver suddenly bang his head against the steering wheel, and he was knocked out cold.
Carrie White: (To Fluttershy) "Fluttershy! Are you okay?"
Fluttershy: (To Carrie) "I'm fine, thank you?" (Does a double-take) "How do you know my name?"
Carrie White: (Takes off her Hit-Girl wig) "Fluttershy, it's me!"
Fluttershy: "Carrie?!" (Sees me coming)
Me: (I took off my Mandalorian helmet) "And me."
Fluttershy: (To me) "Dr. PhD?"
Me: (To Fluttershy; deadpan) "I'm not a doctor. But...yes."
Fluttershy: (To us) "What are you two doing here?!"
Me: (To Fluttershy) "In a nutshell, running for our lives, from some imp assassins, hired by Carrie's mom and bully, from hell, to kill Carrie."
Fluttershy: "WHAT?!"
"March Hare": (Jumps out from behind a crate) "Eh, what's up, doc?" (Gets blasted into a crate, by my palm blasters) "Oooooooh."
Me: "And that guy too..." (Turns to Fluttershy) "Look, we'll talk later. Right now, I think you have a crime boss to take down."
Random pony: "Yeah, THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
Derpy: "YEAH!"
Rumble: "YEAH!"
Crazy Steve: "YEAH!"
Bulk Biceps: "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
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Falcone: (Intimidated) "Nuh-uh."
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Me: "Thank Carrie for that."
Random pony: "He's Batman!"
The Audience: "He's Batman!"
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Me: (Geeking out under my helmet to Carrie) "He's Batman!"
Ponyville
Snips and Snails: "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! We've got a new superhero to worship!"
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Me: (To Carrie) "And this is our cue to get out of here!" (Carrie nods in agreement)
Fluttershy: (To both of us) "And you two have some explaining to do."
Me: "Right, where do we begin?"
Loona: "AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!"
We see an angry Loona barking and foaming at the mouth.
Me: "Rabid dog!" (I jumped into Fluttershy's arm, screaming like a girl) "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
"March Hare": (Wakes up) "MAD DOG!"
Me: (Points at Bugs Bunny) "March Hare!"
Fluttershy: (To Carrie) "Confused."
Carrie: (Agreeing with Fluttershy) "Headache."
Loona was barking savagely and running towards us. At the same time, the March Hare pulled out a mallet.
"March Hare": "THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO STOP A MAD DOG!!!"
*Cartoon Hammer SFX*
The March Hare whacked Loona on the head with a hammer, causing a really large lump to grow from the top of her noggin.
Loona: (Looks at the March Hare) "Why you LITTLE–" (Grabs the rabbit by the throat and proceeds to hit him on the head, with the hammer, repeatedly) "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT YOU SON OF A B!¢+Q?! YOU M0+<er f-ing RABBIT?! YOU PIECE OF $N!+?! YOU–"
Fluttershy: (Reacting to Loona's foul language and hot temper) "My goodness! Such language! Such temper!"
Me: (To Fluttershy) "Let's get out of here while the getting is good."
With that, me, Carrie, and Fluttershy took our leave, leaving Bugs Bunny behind to be suffer the full wrath of an infuriated Loona. Being a cartoon rabbit that he is, we all know that Bug's Bunny gonna be fine. Question is: How much of his gourd will he lose to Loona? Will Bugs Bunny ever break free from the Mad Hatter's control? WHO will have a VERY MERRY UNBIRTHDAY THIS CINEMATIC ADVENTURE?
Okay, maybe that's a lot of questions. But still...
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Phantom's Extra Cut
After our run-in with Fluttershy, we started explaining our situation to the buttercup pegasus. It was a lot for Fluttershy to take in.
Fluttershy: (To me and Carrie) "So, let me get this straight. You're being chased by a group of assassins hired by your MOM? And CHRIS?! I thought they died!"
Me: (To Fluttershy) "They are dead...and they're in Hell. Hence, they've hired some imps to take care of some unfinished business by shooting Carrie."
Carrie White: "It all happened so fast. Derick and I were just celebrating Nightmare Night like everypony else in Ponyville, when the Dazzlings attacked, and then...those imps and their hellhound appeared. But we got away."
Me: (To Fluttershy) "And that's when they came to me...y'know, shortly after you and the rest of Equestrian Heroes left Discord's Theater."
Fluttershy: (To me and Carrie) "But of all places? Why did you come here?"
Carrie White: (To Fluttershy) "I don't know! Me and Derick...we didn't know what we were getting into at the time. We thought it was a good idea that we came with you and Princess Twilight...we were hoping you would help us. But instead...we landed in Gotham City, with Doc, Hunter, Shadowshion, Mina...and..."
Me: "And the imps followed us here. With their dog. And we've been on the run ever since."
Fluttershy: "Oh goodness! That must've been terrifying."
Carrie White: (To Fluttershy) "Actually, it's been...it's been...exciting."
Me and Fluttershy: (To Carrie) "WHAT?!"
Carrie: (To us) "Sorry! It's just that...well, I've never felt so alive! Now I know why you and everyone loved these exciting adventures!"
Me and Fluttershy both exchanged looks, to which I simply shrugged in response.
Me: (To Fluttershy) "Well, what can I say? At Discord's Theater, looking after our costumers' is what we're all about."
Fluttershy: (To both of us) "Well, as much as I appreciate your efforts and understand the circumstances of your situation...what are you going to do now? Where did you say you were hiding?"
Me: (I looked down at my vambrace) "We've been hiding out in Shadowshion's secret bunker in Gotham. While I can still keep in touch with everyone back at Discord's Theater, the portal device was fried after we left. I guess we're just gonna have to hide out, while helping you and Batman stop the Dazzlings and Chrysalis's diabolical plan. Hopefully by then, a portal will open the way home."
Fluttershy: "Oh! Well...you and everyone else could come and stay with us at Wayne Manor."
Me and Carrie: "Really?"
Carrie White: "You...you sure we wouldn't intrude, or anything? I mean...our presence is...how does Rainbow Dash say? Out of the left field?"
Fluttershy: (To Carrie) "Oh, no need to feel like a burden, Carrie. It's the least I could do for you! You're my best friend! And best friends look out for each other, through thick and thin!"
Carrie smiled the brightest smile she could ever smile. Me...admittedly, this was enough to make a grown man cry. But nobody sees that underneath my helmet.
Carrie White: (Hugs Fluttershy) "I always knew I could count on you, Fluttershy!" (Turns to look at me) "Come on, Doc! Let's go!"
Me: "Just a moment." (I looked down and spoke to Hunter and Shadowshion on my communicator) "Shadow? Hunter? It's me! We just got connected with Fluttershy and the others! The bats are moving to the cave. Repeat. The bats are moving to the cave."
Random Dude: "Sunset Shimmer and Sabine Wren can paint better graffiti than that!"
Gallus: (To Sandbar and the rest of the Student Six) "Mayday, mayday. We've got a stalker..."
Big Mac: "Nope."
Capper Dapperpaw: "Uh...you might want to look behind you, ma'm."
Random pony: "Well is that a fine way to thank your savior?"
Pickle Barrel: (To random pony) "She just got scared, that's all. I know I'd react the same way if I turned and looked and see some scary shadowy figure, standing and looking at me like that."
Barley Barrel: (To Pickle) "Maybe you would, but me? I'd thank them!"
Diamond Tiara: (Sing-song) "He's gonna get into trouble~🎶"
Capper Dapperpaws: "And for good measures, might I add. Course, all the more reason I've turned my life around for the better..."
Eric Bischoff: "Dark Knight." (To Steve Austin) "It's got a nice ring to it." (Steve Austin nodded in agreement
Mudbriar: "Technically, he...had help."
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
Capper Dapperpaw: "Yup. Something that none of you boys in blue had ever gotten close to."
Big Mac: "Nope."
Scootaloo: "His city?" (Scoffs) "Puh-lease, from where we're seeing it, it looked more like the criminals were running the streets, not the police."
Diamond Tiara: "You said it."
Random Dude: "IT'S THE OWL MAN!!!"
Princess Luna: (Looks at Loeb and the mask suspiciously) "Hmmmm."
Extra Cut
Meanwhile, somewhere in Gotham...
Blitzo: (Answering his phone) "What do you want now, Stolas? I'm in the middle of work here!"
Stolas: (On the phone) "Oh, Blitzy. You know how much it arouses me to hear you talk so...assertive. We haven't talked to each other in quite some times, and your voice is just music to my ears."
Blitzo: (Nonchalant) "Uh-huh, yeah, you've said that a couple of time, or two..."
Stolas: (On the phone) "I'm one for absence making the heart grow fonder, my dear. Or forgetful. I was worried that you might've forgotten about me. What's taking you so long, my little imp? When will we ever have our usual passionate night of paaaaassionate fornication? I'm getting lonelier than I ever wanted to be, down here..."
Blitzo: (Nonchalant) "Uh-huh, yeah. Well, work's been a shit for me, and it's keeping me more than I ever wanted to be..."
Stolas: (On the phone) "You know what happens when I'm lonely, Blitzy?"
Blitzo: (Annoyed) "Ugh, not this again..."
Stolas: (On the phone) "When I'm lonely, I become hungry…and when I become hungry, I want to CHOKE on that red **** of yours ***** your s**** and lick all of your *** before taking out your **** and **** with more teeth until you're screaming ***** like a fucking baby--!"
Blitzo: "Uh-huh, yeah, yeah. I get the hunger, man. Just...just...just try to..." (Turns off his phone and looks at Moxxie) "Moxxie. We gotta find that girl fast, or you and I are BOTH DEAD! The longer we're up the, the hungry that owl Goetia is gonna get! And I think he's more than hungry for my comfort!"
Moxxie: (To Blitzo) "Then just go back to Hell and...have f–" (Blitzo stops Moxxie from finishing his sentence)
Blitzo: (To Moxxie) "Do you know how BAD IT'S GONNA BE if I ever show my face in Hell again, and our CLIENTS learned that we DIDN'T OFF THE GIRL?! If Stolas isn't scary enough, than facing the fire of f-ing up from our clients is! And do I need to remind you how scary that Margaret Lady is?! Or that Chris bitch?!"
Bulk Biceps: "YEEEEEAAAAAHHH!!!"
Crazy Steve: YEAH! FRY HIS BUTT OFF ON A BARBECUE ON BARBECUE NIGHT! AND ROAST HIS LITTLE WEINER ON A HOT DOG MACHINE! BECAUSE WHEN HIS WIFE FINDS OUT, SHE'S GONNA DUMP HIM BIG TIME, AND HE WON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO FEED HIS PRETTY LITTLE GIRLFRIEND HOOKERS, BECAUSE HIS WEINER HAS BEEN ROASTED FOR HOT DOG AND EATEN!!!"
Everyone were all staring at Crazy Steve, in bewilderement.
Silver Shill: "Again, how did Discord convinced us to hire this guy?"
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
Ember: "Again?" (Shakes her head) "Spike. We need to help you work more on your fighting moves. Keep your arms up, protect your face!"
Smolder: (To Ember) "Need I remind you? He couldn't even protect his precious 24/7 Championship Belt, which I had rightfully stole." (Garble tries to take her belt, which she instinctively smacked away)
Zephyr Breeze: "You mean she's wearing the golden bikini again?" (Gets a dope slap from Gilda) "OW! What?! I heard she kept it..."
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
Mrs. Shy: "Goodness me!"
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Me: "Yeah, as much as I'm in the business of watching over Spike, running the Cinematic Adventures' commentaries as the alpha commentator, and currently protecting Carrie...I wouldn't want to risk any of their lives to bust a myth of a theory..."
Starlight Glimmer: "Don't even think about it, Spike."
Big Mac: "Nope."
Sandbar: (Looks at Smolder who has the same look Spike has) "Don't you even look at me like that."
Tempest Shadow: (To Crazy Steve) "Try to get on my back, with a mallet, and I'll take that mallet and bash your brain out..."
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
Big Mac: "Well, it's true." (To Sugar Belle) "And I almost lost my leg because of it."
Sugar Belle: (To Big Mac) "Oh my! What happened?"
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At that moment, me and Carrie White, and some others were walking down the hallway, when we passed the bedroom.
Me: (To the heroes) "Hey, what's going on?"
Random Dude: "Yikes! Someone's in a bad mood."
Capper Dapperpaw: (To random dude) "That's putting it lightly."
Cheese Sandwich: "You lose more darn Nutzis that way..."
Babs Seeds: "Masked freaks who know how to kick butts, you mean."
Button Mash: "Oh no! Not them again!"
Rumble: (To Button Mash) "Uh, Button Mash? They're the reason our friends are in this Cinematic Adventure to begin with..."
Button Mash: "Oh, right! I forgot..."
Cranky Doodle Donkey: "I'm going to need lots of iBuprofens, after this..."
Starswirl the Bearded: (Covers his ears) "COVER YOUR EARS! DON'T LISTEN TO THEIR HYPNOTIC SINGING!!!"
Everyone in the audience all covered their ears, when the yaks decided to improvise.
Prince Rutherford: "HA! Fish-Ladies call that singing? Yaks can do better. Yaks BEST at singing and musics! HIT IT!"
With that, the yaks played their yovidaphone – giant bagpipe instruments from the Season 8 episode Yakity-Sax. Needless to say, the yaks all blew their instruments hard, which is very irritating to everyone who isn't a yak.
Bulk Biceps: (Covering his ears) "MY EARS ARE BLEEEEEEEEDING!!!"
Stygian: (Looks at Princess Luna, while covering his ears) "Y'know, Princess Luna? I think I'd rather listen to the Dazzlings singing than this..."
Princess Luna: (Also covering her ears, looks at Stygian) "What?"
Stygian: (To Princess Luna) "I said I'd rather listen to the Dazzlings singing than this..."
Princess Luna: (Still covering her ears, looks at Stygian) "What?"
Eric Bischoff made a gesture to the yaks, causing them to stop their noisy instruments playing.
Gallus: "Oh, thank King Grover, my ears can hear again..."
Sandbar: (To Gallus) "I don't know. I think the yaks's instruments was...upbeat!"
Yona: (To Sandbar) "Aw, thanks Sandbar!"
Sunburst: "Okay, look. I may hold a grudge towards the Dazzlings for what they did to Sunset Shimmer. But THAT is a new low."
Big Mac: (To Sunburst) "Eeyup!"
Bulk Biceps: (To Aria Blaze) "NOT COOL!"
Tree Hugger: "Whoa. Chill dude. You're totally bringing down the vibes..."
Mistmane: (To Black Mask) "Perhaps if you had paid more close attention, you would see the true beauty of plants."
Gallus: (Whistles) "$1,000,00 dollars? That's a lot of money. And I'm a griffon."
Smolder: "Which reminds me..." (Reveals she had cut through the ropes Steve Austin had bound her in) "SO LONG, SUCKERS!!!" (Runs away with her 24/7 Championship Belt)
Garble: "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" (He and his fellow dragons struggle to break free again) "COME BACK HERE WITH MY GOLD!!!" *HICCUP*
Gilda: (To Garble) "THAT'S MY GOLD!!!" *HICCUP*
Thorax: (Looks at Ember) "Uh...Pharynx? What's up with Ember?"
Pharynx: (To Thorax) "How should I know?"
Ember: (Chatting her teeth) "I'm so sick...and COLD....FOR....GOOOOOOLLLLLLDDDDD!!!!" *HIC*
Ember burns the ropes off of her, and she proceeds to chase after Smolder.
Ember: "ME. PRECIOUS!!!"
Fume: (To Garble) "There goes the Dragon Lord."
Garble: (Gold fever inflicted) "THERE GOES MY GOOOOOLLLLLDDDD!!!" *HIC* (Breaks himself free) "I WANT MY GOLD!!!"
Eric Bischoff: "I wouldn't exactly call them vixens. They're more...bitches."
And now, a word from Sticks
This has been a word from Sticks
*Screaming Hippo*
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Me:(after hearing from Phantom Dragon, I look at Hunter and give him the info)"Hunter, good news, we are moving into the bat cave".
This song would be perfect at the party of the next chapter, where Bruce and Rachel will meet again (sung by the Mane 6):
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Me"(Saw Taz coming)"here's comes Taz, hopefully he's got something".
Ok, I didn't expect Black Mask to be in the cast. He is one of Batman's most bloodthirsty and ruthless villains, and to top it off they have made a deal with Poison Ivy and The "Vicious Vixens" (very good name).
But let's not focus on the negative. Thanks to his abilities, Bruce, The Mane 6 and Spike not only stop Falcone, but expose him in such a way that he won't be able to escape from jail this time, let alone after giving those photos to Rachel about him. judge. is this over? No, it's only just begun, and it's a good start. Now Bruce has to deflect possible suspicions, and it seems the girls have given him an idea. What is he thinking? (And what was Spike thinking when he was told the Polo traditionally it's played on horseback? 😏).
I caught the "Deadpool" reference with Chrysalis, and Twilight may not know it, but it's not the last time he'll see Dr. Harley.
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Me:(check the radio for any and heard a message from Phantom Dragon)"that was Phantom Dragon, he say that Batman is letting us stay at his place, take Discord and head over there, I'll catch up".
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Canterlot Mall Theater, Discord's Branch
Sci-Twi: So, we’re back seeing Chrysalis again
Juniper: And, she’s with that Crane guy still. But, who is this other guy?
Arctic: Someone very dangerous and enjoys to hurt people a lot and, a lot worst
Fluttershy:*held onto rainbow arm a little bit tightly*
Arctic: Well, she’s not exactly wrong about that
Rainbow: Seriously? (The rainbow head fork ask him)
Arctic: I mean, when it comes to places like Gotham and it’s crimes. You’ll see lots of people like that
Juniper: They already have everything set and planned.
Pinkie: i really hope, Twilight and her friends will be ok even with their training
Applejack: I’m sure, they’ll be ok Pinkie. Or, at least I hope so.
Arctic: They, have to be really careful when it comes to Crane (he said to himself)
Rainbow: Gotta say, she’s pretty tough to stand up to them
Fluttershy: (she would nod slightly) I-I hope she’s safe. But, it is nice she standing up for herself
Arctic: Wish we had more people like that (he said as the others nod in agreement
The Equestrian Girls and Juniper felt worried and a few a small glare. Worried that, Rachel is gonna get killed but also at her planned killer too.
Sci-Twi: Amazing spying.
Arctic: Yeah, definitely going better then last time
Rarity: Last time? Whatever do you mean?
Arctic: (chuckles a bit) oh, nothing much. Just something related to when she tried to understand Pinkie is all
Fluttershy: M-More scarier? (She ask as she felt Rainbow holding onto her to calm her friend down a bit)
Pinkie: Who’s that? (The party girl wonder)
Arctic: That, is Black Mask and he is really bad news
Rainbow: How, bad we talking (she ask as she was still comforting Fluttershy
Arctic: To put it lightly, he’ll find and/or say many ways on how he wants to “take care” of someone’s (he mentioned as he could notice Rainbow shiver a bit)
Sci-Twi: So they started to work
Arctic: and now, things about to go wrong. At least, for them (he said with a small smirk)
Arctic: And now it begins. (he said having his small smirk still) You’ll, see him in action
Juniper: That is, very impressive so far
Rainbow: You kidding? That was awesome! (She said with a grin)
Rainbow:Soooo, Cool! (She said with her grin growing)
Arctic: (couldn’t help but chuckle seeing how Rainbow was enjoying this)
Juniper: He doing a wonderful job so far
Rarity: I agree darling. He, giving those ruffians what’s coming
Sci-Twi: Thinking steps ahead of the enemy again. Now, that is using your head
Arctic: Preparing, for any situation can be really useful. No matter what it is
Pinkie: Yeah! Just like how i prepared for my birthday planning for my friends (she said happily)
Fluttershy: H-Hey, isn’t that the same man Bruce met?
Pinkie: (looks a little closer and gasps) ohmygosh! It is!
Arctic: Nice job there Fluttershy (he said with a small
Fluttershy: o-oh, it was nothing really (she said a bit embarrassed)
Arctic: Ah, the old seeing something scary behind someone being all strong and tough (chuckles slightly) classic
Juniper: I wonder if it happens to villains?
Arctic: Oh, I’m sure they have, especially if it means they think they are scared of them only to realize that’s not the case (he said laughing a bit still)
Pinkie: Good thing she is safe now
Sci-Twi: Yeah, and have some people she can count on
Applejack: Though, I would image she might have trust issues. Even I, would have a little suspicion on someone behind a mask
Arctic: And with that, both sides from bad and good know about Batman
Rainbow: Something tells me things about to stir up after this.
The girls had small glare’s on their faces seeing how the greedy and corrupted could be like this and hope they get what is coming
Juniper: Wow, sense when did he get a backbone?
Arctic: All it takes, is one small sense hope and courage. And, the result can change a person in the lowest of times
Applejack: Looks like they, had it mighty rough out there
Arctic: Well, like the old saying “crime never rest” and after what happened that night it be expected having some bruises and injuries.
Arctic: That’s, a fair point. Many myths whenever its legends or even mythical creatures can surprise people.
Juniper: Plus, The princess and her friends aren’t strangers to mythical creatures.
Arctic: True that Juniper
Arctic: They,have to be extremely cautious.
Fluttershy: w-why. Are they really that dangerous
Arctic: (he nods his head) They can be violent and, that’s putting lightly as I can.
Applejack: That’s putting it lightly? (She said with some worry in her
Arctic: Trust me, these are the type of villains you never want to underestimate. One wrong move, and it’s game over
Arctic: Honestly, can’t blame them. Wouldn’t want that happening either (he said as he looks over seeing the Equestrian Girls and Juniper having a surprise look on their face) what?
Juniper: Wait..you’re a pony?!
Arctic: Well, yeah I am (chuckles a bit sheepishly and rubs behind his head) I may, look human but, I am indeed from Equestria
Sci-Twi: Why didn’t you say anything?
Arctic: Truth be told, you never ask anything about me before this started. Plus, thought you all might’ve had a guess I was from Equestria. (He said as he notice a bit of confused looks) Don’t, you recall I didn’t have my ears covered when Adagio and Aria sang
The group recalls back and remembers that, Pinkie and Ace had covered Sci-Twi and Juniper ears. But, he didn’t have his covered and share a nervous chuckle
Rarity: O-Oh, you’re right about that
Rainbow: Yeah, can’t believe we didn’t notice the first time
Arctic: (chuckles a bit) It’s alright girls really. Besides, couldn’t have Twi and Juniper be mind control. (He said as he smiles a bit) Hey, maybe after all this is over I can tell you all more
Pinkie: Ooo~! That would be great! (She said smiling happily) It be great to know about nICE guy like yourself (she said giggling
Arctic: (he would stare at her as he church and laughs a bit) I see what you did there Pinkie (he said as he had a smile towards the party girl as he and yeh others look back at the screen)
Applejack: Seems like, he got something thought up already
Sci-Twi: Whenever it is, I bet it is something that would be very surprising. After all, he shown to be a great tactician so far with his planning
Fluttershy: (she would hide her face a bit from this)
Arctic: (would see this as he puts one hand on her shoulder to calm her down a bit) easy there Fluttershy
Rainbow: Man, you weren’t kidding about him (she said as she felt a shiver down her spine seeing)
Rarity: That’s, just awful! (She said also feeling the same way
Juniper: Looks like, that Zoe girl really did end up joining them.
Sci-Twi: and now they’re more powerful then before from what it looks like
They both said as Ace and Pinkie had remove their hands over both Sci-Twi and Juniper ear respectively
Arctic: (he grips his hand into a fist as he growls a bit) If I ever encounter her..(he begins to say)
Fluttershy: (place a hand on his shoulder and has a worried look on her face)
Applejack: Easy their partner. (She said in a calm but worried voice)
Rainbow: Yeah, we don’t want what happen last time (she said to him)
Arctic: (he notice the others having a worried look as he started to breath softly calming down)
Pinkie: That meanie will, get what’s coming one day. She is a terrible sister.
Arctic: (would nod a little) She is, karma will come to bite her one day
Arctic: And now, they have got more dangerous and more smarter
Juniper: I just hope, Princess Twilight and her friends will be ok
Sci-Twi: I’m sure, they will. They have been doing good so far so they might get better and step it up more
Next>>
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Me: Sweet! *levitates Discord and goes to the Batcave*
*Once Phantom, Carrie, Mina, Krystal and Isabel arrive, I properly introduce myself to Bruce*
Me: Bruce Wayne, pleasure to meet you at last.
Bruce: You as well, Hunter.
*We shake hoof and hand. As we got to know each other, Bruce couldn't help but feel like he gained a close partner*
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Me: What we got Bruce?
Bruce: *shows me the bullet*
Me: The Court of Owls?
Bruce: Mm-hmm.
Me: Well, I guess we got our work cut out for us.
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After we arrived to Wayne Manor, we all got settled into some extra guest rooms, next to the Mane Six and Spike’s.
What I didn’t know, later that night, was that I’d be up longer than I thought…
????: “Psst? Mr. P.D.?”
Me: “…”
???: “Mr. PhD?”
Me: “No, I don’t want to work. I wanna cuddle with Rain Shine s’more.”
???: “Dr. Phantom-Dragon!”
Me: (Startled awake) “AH!! I’m not a doctor! Huh? Who? What?”
I looked up to see I’m in my guest room at Wayne Manor. I looked to the left and see Carrie White, standing at the side of my bed.
Me: (PTSD flashback triggered) “AHHHH!!!”
Carrie White: (Tries her best to shush) “No, wait! Shhhh! It’s okay, it’s okay! It’s just me…”
Me: (Catching my breath) “What are you doing here? And why are you still awake? It’s…it’s five past midnight!”
Carrie White: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I…I was just…I had a bad dream and I couldn’t sleep.”
Me: “Oh? What…” (I have a bad feeling I might know what it is) “Don’t tell me. Eden’s Gate? Your mom? Chris? And those imps who have been hunting us down?”
Carrie White: (Looks ashamed) “Not just them… The people who died because of me. Because of what Chris and Joseph Seed did to me. They’re all staring at me. Pointing at me. Calling me a…a witch, a monster, a hell spawn freak…and you…you were one of them!”
Me: (I looked up in shock to hear Carrie say that) “What?”
Carrie: (Looked at me with teary eyes) “You were in my dream. But…you weren’t protecting me. You were prosecuting me, saying that…I should die! Because I…I traumatized you!”
Me: “Carrie…that wasn’t me in your dream. You know that right? If I wanted you dead, then why have I been protecting you from those imps and the Mad Hatter? Y’know I could’ve just ditched you and Derick.”
Carrie: “But why? And don’t tell me it’s because of your job. I’m not paying you to be my…my…guardian, or anything. No one is. How can you risk your life to save mine? How can anyone else be in on this to save me? Especially you?”
It’s not like Carrie to be so…antsy. Then again, she and I don’t know each other very much. I hardly even know what she is like, minus the abuse, the telekinesis, and the pent-up frustrations she has on the world. I still can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that this is the same girl who traumatized my childhood.
Well, technically speaking, it was a different Carrie White, but same nonetheless. Still, it must be rather awkward for her to tell straight to her face that she traumatized my childhood. Yet, here I am, defending her from the likes of I.M.P and the Mad Hatter.
Everyone will say I’ve lost my mind.
Me: “Me being in your nightmare is really BOTHERING you this much, isn’t it?”
Carrie White: “…It’s been a c-crazy couple of days, Mr. Phantom.”
Me: “For you and me both… Look, we’re tired here and…just go back to sleep. Get some rest. We’ll figure things out in the morning, and you can talk to Fluttershy about it.”
Carrie White: “I can’t! I can’t go back to sleep! And I don’t want to worry Fluttershy anymore than she already is!”
Me: “…Understandable. But ranting and raving about it in the middle of the night isn’t going to help.”
Carrie White: “I just want the truth! Can you tell me that? Why are you trying so hard? Aren’t you the least bit scared about all of this?”
Me: “Of course I’m scared!”
Carrie White: “Then how can you be so calm? With me?”
Me: “Because at this point, I’m used this kind of thing. Which sounds insane, but…” (I took a deep breath) “Look, Carrie. It’s true, I was scared of you, and…sometimes I still am. But I’m more ashamed of myself than I was scared of you.”
Carrie White: “Why? Why would you be ashamed? You didn’t do anything wrong? You weren’t even there…”
Me: “No…but I watched it all happened. I watched how poorly your mother hurt you, how Chris humiliated you, and just couldn’t leave you well enough alone. She just had to push it. And worst…I saw how Joseph and his deluded cult brainwashed you to be their weapon of mass destruction. And I could do nothing to prevent all that…”
Carrie White: “But how could you? You were just…a kid. You saw it happened.”
Me: “And growing up, I learned the truth of the build up to that prom. And it will forever haunt me, knowing that I was scared of someone who needed my help. Someone who was just calling out to be rescued.”
Carrie White: “Well, Fluttershy and her friends did rescue me. I am grateful, for that. And I am grateful that you and Hunter are still rescuing me now.”
Carrie looked out the window in the room.
Carrie White: “But for how much longer? My mom is in hell because of me. With Chris! Who knows how many other people are in Hell because of me. And they all wanted me dead!” (Sobs tearfully) “Why can’t I just be a normal girl?”
Me: “Whoa, easy there, Carrie. Before you start breaking windows and valuable antiques, just calm down. Look at me.”
Carrie complied and…as if for the first time, I wasn’t looking at a bloody demon. Instead, just a frighten girl.
Me: “Carrie. It’s not your fault. You never asked for your powers, or to be treated so horrible by everyone else. If they’re in Hell, then that’s their fault. They brought it upon themselves. Not you. Chris had the chance to just walk away, but she didn’t. And your mom…”
I just don’t know what to say. Deep down, Carrie still loved her mother, and I know that. I just don’t know how to put it gently.
Me: “Your mom was misguided. She didn’t get the proper help she needed. But there was no excuse for the way she treated you. No mothers should ever treat their daughters like that.”
Carrie White: “Then why me? Why must I be born with these powers? And why now do I have to be hunted by demons from hell, sent by my mom to kill me?”
Me: (Sighs) “It’s not that simple, Carrie. These things just happen beyond our controls. Lots of things just spiral out-of-control, and life’s a big mess. But we’re trying to make it better. And you deserve a better life.”
Carrie White: “And how is being in the run, better?”
Me: “I thought you said before that you felt so alive?”
Carrie White: “Well, I did. But then…I don’t. I’m worried about everyone else, and I feel that…that this is all my fault. Like everyone is going to die, because of protecting me.”
Me: “Because you’re a girl worth fighting for, that’s what!”
Carrie White: “Huh?”
Me: “People like you are worth fighting for. To have a better life, free from abuse, and oppression. And while you did leave a scar on me, if I let something happen to you on my watch, then I’ll never live down the guilt that I survived, but you didn’t, because of my cowardice. I don’t want that on my conscience more than it is now.”
Carrie White: (Looks down in understanding) “But I can’t watch my own friends die protecting me. I don’t want that on my conscience either…”
Me: “I know. But worrying about it, and depriving yourself from sleep isn’t going to solve anything.”
Carrie White: (Starts to agree) “No. I guess you’re right. But how can I sleep? There’s just so much stress, so much tension, and…I’m scared that if I go back to sleep, I’ll…I’ll find myself in that nightmare again.”
Me: (Sighing) “Oh boy….”
I’m exhausted. I’m tired. And I have an introverted girl who is clearly a bigger traumatized victim than me. How do help her sleep?
Me: “Let’s go down to the kitchen and…see if we could find some warm milk. Maybe that’ll help.”
Carrie White: “Ok.”
So me and Carrie went down to the kitchen. We made sure to be as quiet as possible, so as to not wake the others. It was tricky, since we don’t exactly know our way around Wayne Manor without a map.
Me: “And I’ve gotten more lost in Twilight’s castle, than this place.”
Carrie White: “I think it’s this way.”
We eventually found the kitchen, looked in the refrigerator and found the milk carton.
Carrie White: “I really appreciate with all that you’re doing for me, Mr. Phantom-Dragon. I really do.”
Me: “Carrie, after everything, I think we’re past the formalities. You can just call me P.D., or PhD, if you want.”
Carrie White: “Oh! Okay, Doc.”
Me: “…That sounded strange coming from you, but I’ll allow it…”
After we’ve gotten the milk warmed up, I poured it into two cups for me and Carrie, in equal amounts.
Carrie White: (Drinking the milk) “Wow! This is amazing! I feel better already.”
Me: (Yawning) “My mom would sometime give me some milk before bed, just so I can sleep deep.”
Carrie White: (Yawning) “My mom never lets me drink late. And whenever I had nightmares and tried to talk to her about them…she’d just…freak out and…I would be locked in the prayer closet.”
Me: “Well, she sick…” (Yawning) “She’s a sick mama.”
Carrie White: (Giggles lightly) “But, now, living with Fluttershy, at her hut, it just feels so…right. And whenever I feel scared, or had nightmares, I…I know I can talk about it to Fluttershy and everyone else, and not feel ashamed about it.”
Me: “Eeyup.”
Carrie White: (Drinks the last of her milk) “Wow. I do feel better. I think…I’m ready to go to bed now.”
Me: “Good. Me too.”
Back to dreaming about my wife, Rain Shine for me. We headed back to our guest rooms.
Carrie White: “And Doc…if everyone is willing to fight for me…then let me fight for you. Please?”
Me: “Deal. Good night, Carrie. Sweet dreams.”
I walk into my room and I could faintly hear Carrie telling me:
Carrie White: “Good night, Doc!”
Hmmm. Carrie White…troubled teenager turned friendly, casual, and outgoing. Where have I seen that before?
…
🥱 😴💤
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After Hunter took Discord to the bat cave, I chase after The Mad Hatter and to make sure that he sees fear, I catch up with Taz.
Me:"did you find them"?.
Taz:"UH huh"(he nodded yes and points at them behind the corner.
Me:"Good, time for a game called scare tactics, here's the plan".
While I was explaining the plan, the Mad Hatter didn't know we were there cuz he is mad cause Phantom Dragon took his Alice who happens to be Carrie White.
Mad Hatter:"the nerve of that guy,taking Alice from us, if wasn't for those other weirdos showing up, next time I'll...."
March Hare:"Easy doc, there's always a way to get her, right now we need to lay low, when the guy's friends showed up one of them brought the cops and that spinning creature, so far we are not in trouble for now, so nothing can go wrong".(a wall appear between them, separate them)" Me and my big mouth".
Then Bugs heard spinning sounds and turned round and Taz the Tasmanian devil coming at him, Taz got him in his twister until he threw him up, making him hit something metal and knocked out, on the other side of the wall, Mad Hatter trying to get though until I spoke.
Me:(had my eyes closed)"I be worried about yourself, Mad Hatter".
Mad Hatter:"UH OH"!!!!.
I charged at him and started to beat him up, one beating later, Commissioner Gordon arrived on the site and saw the Mad Hatter beaten up, while I picked up the rabbit.
Gordon:"Why you're taking his rabbit"?.
Me:"this is not his rabbit, he got minded controlled by him, look under his hat".
Gordon:(looks in the hat and saw the device)"that makes sense(looks at the officers)"Alright, let's book him".
Me:"Come Taz, let go and pick up some lunch on the way of home".
Taz agreed with me and headed to my car, we got to the car, got in it, drove to get dinner and headed back to the bunker.
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Hunter's Extra Cut
Me: *calling him on the phone* Hey Shadow, how'd it all go?
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Shadow's Extra cut
Me:(phone)"I'm fine, just rest at the bunker, how's Discord doing"?.
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Hunter's Extra Cut
Me: Resting on a medical bed again, being tended to by Fluttershy who I believe will give him a stern lecture about being reckless and forcing himself into things.
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Shadow's Extra cut
Me:(phone)"Well that's what he gets for jumping into a fight you can't beat, listen, tell Phantom Dragon that I'll bring Derrick, Taz and Bugs over to the bat cave in the moment, I have to pack up some equipment and I'll be there,ok"?.