Showdown at Slaughter Swamp
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Batgirl and Green Arrow have been riding for a few hours now, on their way to Slaughter Swamp: the last sighting of the mutated, truck driving zombie dubbed "Gingross." The red-tinged air pollution of Gotham fades behind you, giving way to the muted moonlight of a cloudy night sky. The swamp carries something of a supernatural reputation, as you're well aware- if the "hauntings" in Connor's building can be traced anywhere, Slaughter Swamp is as likely a point of origin as any.
Eventually, you run out of road and park the Batcycle. The nearest source of real light is coming through the window of a nearby, small wooden shack right on the edge of the swamp.
Eventually, you run out of road and park the Batcycle. The nearest source of real light is coming through the window of a nearby, small wooden shack right on the edge of the swamp.
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Date: 2014-11-03 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-11-03 09:21 pm (UTC)She slides beneath the remaining soldiers, dropping the capsules beneath the robots, then halts by Starfire.
"Cover!" she orders, pulling the Tamaranean over her shoulder before ducking away, she presses the remote control for the C4 after making certain that Starfire is shielded.
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Date: 2014-11-03 09:27 pm (UTC)Connor also spots a familiar face, held captive in some kind of contraption in a far room: Lemmy Mason, would-be ghost hunter.
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Date: 2014-11-03 09:46 pm (UTC)"... they have a captive," he says quietly.
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Date: 2014-11-03 09:53 pm (UTC)The chrome chair- as opposed to the leather chairs surrounding- swivels around, and the podium sinks into the ground. You see Grundy reveal himself within- body atrophied, neck lolling to one side, face paralyzed.
"Pardon me for not getting up," he says through gritted teeth.
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Date: 2014-11-04 12:05 am (UTC)Still, as long as he's not rushing at them to beat them to a pulp, maybe they can use this as some sort of intel gathering mission. Steph takes a step forward. "What's going on here, Grundy?"
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Date: 2014-11-04 12:46 am (UTC)"So! I say, graft the computer with my brain on it onto the body, and the brain can't die! This way, my brain can stay stable every time I come back! No more mindless zombie Grundy! And I can finally take charge of my gang again. I honestly don't see what's so bad about that. We're just trying to get it right here. Sure, some people have to die, or turn into putty monsters, but it's all in the name of progress, right?"
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Date: 2014-11-04 12:51 am (UTC)"This is over. Let him go."
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Date: 2014-11-04 12:58 am (UTC)He struggles for a moment.
"I was trying to shrug at you. But my point is, I'm already a monster. In for a penny, and all that."
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Date: 2014-11-04 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-04 02:40 am (UTC)"You want to grab the kid? Sure. Go ahead. He's right over there."
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Date: 2014-11-04 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-04 11:05 am (UTC)"Batman?" he asks. "What do you think?"
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Date: 2014-11-05 12:56 am (UTC)"We need to know..." she slowly responds to Green Arrow, leaning closer to the machine, "what stage it's at."
She looks to Grundy and huffs. Because while she can hope for some further technological know-how from Jean Paul, Batman has to always be prepared.
Cocking her head to the side, Batman stands tall before the atrophied body coolly. "How do you know?" she asks. "How do you know the computer... is still you. It is numbers. Words. How can that be a brain? Or, soul?"
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Date: 2014-11-05 01:09 am (UTC)"Ah, yeah, that old chestnut. You think just because sometimes I grunt about pants in the third person, I haven't read Sartre? You come back from the dead as many times as I have, especially when your brain's so different each time, you start thinking about if you're really the same guy you always were. But... hey. You ever hear the story of Swamp Thing? A mass of plant matter who thought he was a guy, because he was implanted with a dead guy's memories? Nice fella. You'd like him. Kind of a cousin of mine, I guess. But the point is: it doesn't matter how you were born. Your thoughts and memories, that's who you are. Maybe it's a new me each time I come back. Maybe this computer brain is an entirely new thing, that's just the same as me in every way that counts. I figure I'm already a sin against nature. Like I said: in for a penny."
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Date: 2014-11-05 01:26 am (UTC)He turns to Grundy. "What's going on? What are you doing to him? What happens if we unplug him?"
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Date: 2014-11-05 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-05 01:33 am (UTC)"Where's the device you've been using to control them?"
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Date: 2014-11-05 01:38 am (UTC)"So. Glad. You. Asked."
On cue, Grundy's chrome chair begins to expand around him, until soon it's ten feet tall: an enormous chested but space age sleek mutagenic silver body armor, enveloping all but his head.
"You see... I'm sitting on it."
[Initiative:
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Batgirl]
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Date: 2014-11-05 02:19 am (UTC)"Legs," she grunts to her companions before rushing forward.
Once she's slid beneath Grundy's legs and has turned to face behind the armor, she throws the remote detonating Batarangs for the joints behind the armor's knee space.
She may not be the most learned in robotics, but Cassandra has torn up her share of devices. She knows all her team needs is an opening.
"Grundy!" she calls out before pressing the button for remote detonation of the Batarangs. "Does Toyman know... you have his toys?" She narrows her eyes. "Does Luthor?"
Primary objective might be to save these souls attached to Grundy's machine, but Batman's still a detective. And she's seen too many Metropolis connections lately for comfort.
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Date: 2014-11-05 02:28 am (UTC)Cass realizes as she throws the batarangs behind the knees that there are no joints. At least not apparent ones.
The batarangs are encased in metallic bubbles- which he shoots from the back of his legs with the power of a wrecking ball, both aimed directly at Batman. She dodges one, but the other is a direct hit- knocking her back with explosive force.
"Magnus."
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Date: 2014-11-05 02:31 am (UTC)Still, his hand is steady as he draws the bow back, and aims an arrow for each of Grundy's exposed eyes.
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Date: 2014-11-05 02:41 am (UTC)"Going for the eyes? Oh, that's dirty. Now... I've got to get dirty too."
Grundy extends his bulky arms, which make a metallic splash against the far sides of each wall. Each wall encased in his liquid metal, dozens of spearlike extrusions expand and retract from both sides at unpredictable intervals. Connor manages to sidestep them all- but an already staggered batman gets caught on one, piercing her armor and retracting, leaving a small but ugly wound- and Steph dodges the first few, only to be caught unawares by a pool of metal creeping below her- a spear extending vertically, catching her leg.
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Date: 2014-11-05 05:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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