We Want You!

[Retired-Man-Bat]

"Finally, the antidote is complete. I can cure myself of this strange beast I have become! I am free again, Free as a bird! Free from this Bat......." Even as the words rolled off his tounge Kirk could feel the pumping in his heart, his viens becoming tense against his skin, his face feeling like a it was being mummified. His back began to split apart, but more skin broke through - flappy thin skin the pain, the painful pain of it all. As painful as searing red hot cross against the body of a demon, Kirk thought he must be possed by the devil himself. This was unatural, strange it shouldn't be happening, "What monster have I become!" Kirk yelled out, falling to the floor in pain his chest burst forward, his ribs popping blood spraying. Hitting the floor like a ton of bricks, he breathed deep and grasped at chair leg, trying to pull himself up, his body felt like a tortured being had just burst out from within him.

Suddenly the pain stopped, he was shaking like the last leaf on a winters frosty tree, with a wimper, he suddenly felt his throat, it was different - his voice it was more high pitched and squeally - "What has become of me.....?" slowly crawling across the floor in total numbness he came to face a reflective object, though the surface was disturbed and distraughted Kirk looked into his pitch black eyes, they weren't his eyes - they were the eyes of a beast, a thing a Bat. "Good lord, I'm too late, I have become what I have seek to destroy. I am a Bat, my serum, it's effects and reason works, but these Side-effects are to dire, I must transform myself back. I must rid myself of these hideous features."

Scrambling forward, Kirk came to stand in front of his desk, his human legs were intact and fine apart from a spur of muslce and hair, his shoes were gone though and feet replaced by thick strong talons. His arms still existed much like any human, though like his legs now had strong muscles and lot of short bat hair, his hands were still the same apart from his nails were longer and stronger, much like claws in a way. In everyway he was part Man part Bat. "I am a Man Bat." There came a strike of thunder from out a open window, and a spark of lightning.
"Odd I closed, that window?"

[Retired-Green Arrow]

Feck

[Retired-Deadshot]

There came another crack of lighting of the towers of Gotham, it shone across the one red eye of a devious demon within Gotham. A merchant of chaos, a cold hearted killer who's only words were Never Miss. The crack of lighting gave his postion away but already Kirk had clocked onto someone else in the room. Deadshot was sat cross legged on one of lab work tops of the "Langstrom Private Research Centre", Deadshot voice was cold and from his mask came white smoke of frost.
"Did I hear someone say Batman?" Deadshot said cracking his knuckles, his leapt from his postion to stand infront of the Bat freak, looking up at the towering beast with a cold metallic pistol gripped in his gloves. "I hate the Batman, I'd kill anyone who utters his name! Yet here you are, in a time of need and while Batman frantically fights Killer Croc at Blackgate, here I am muttering words with you.....Mr?"

[Retired-Man-Bat]

Kirk stepped a few paces back as the man in Red came at him with a gun. He was a doctor of science not a hero or villian, just a man lost in a Bats body. Probed to tell his name Kirk flapped out his wings unaturally, they were long and spanned almost the whole room. Yet there was no effect on the crusader of death, he obivously meant business.
"Dr.Kirk Langstrom, This is my research facitily! Who are you!? What you doing in my science lab! Your tresspassing, if you don't leave right now I'll call the cops!" Kirk yelled at him, and he stepped backwards to head for the phone, but he was cut short by the one eyed man.

[Retired-Deadshot]

"Call the cops!" Deadshot laughed out loud, it was the first time since being in Gotham, "You do that, I'm sure they'll come help a poor freak who's turned himself into a Bat! And by help I mean throw you in Arkham and let Dr.Crane pull you around. Your a man of Science you must have heard of that fools experiments on the human mind, he'd have real fun poking around a mind of a Bat!" Deadshot grabbed Kirk by the arm and slinging him around to force him into a near by chair, making sure not to be hit by the large wings. "Theres no escape for you Mr.Langstrom, While you were on the floor fitting out, and unravelling this little drama I took your antidote. If you don't do as I say I'll make sure you stay like this Bat, FOREVER." Deadshot said, his tounge was cold and sweat rolled down his back as he talked to the Bat Freak, ever worried that the thing might suddenly turn; turn mad like he had spied many nights before.

"I knew about your little research here, I've been coming here for the last couple of weeks, part of the bosses big plan. Your going to help me - and the first step is to crush the man you share a words with, Batman." Deadshot pointed the barrel of the gun down at the creatures face, the creature sat there scared, it's wings curled up behind his back, his arms up close to his face, one leg up to protect it's self much like a human.

[Retired-Man-Bat]

Kirk sat scared, he looked up at the gun, his whole life hung in the balance of this lunatic. He was sure he wouldn't flinch as Kirks head exploded from the shell of the pistol - if he was to fire. He had to keep him happy. What did this man want? What could he possibliy do? He could fight the Batman? He was a puney little scientist, he looked down at himself - he wasn't a little puney Scientist he was a Bat - the symbol of fear of in Gotham, he was fear. He could do as he willed in this form, he could obtain more money to fund his own development on the serum, to control the outbursts, and use his abilities for personal gain.

"Who's your boss? Why would I want to help you and him?! What's your quarrel with Batman?!"

[Retired-Deadshot]

Deadshot growled, he didn't want anyone to know about his boss that was matters that would unfold after the master plan. After his Squad was formed. "My boss doesn't need to come into this, who I work for is between me and my guns. I never miss a target, and I'll kill myself before I mess this up. Your going to help me, otherwise I'll crush this antidote into dust, and then i'll kill your wife, and throw your kids into Arkham. Your going to help us because you have abilties, your a Bat! You can defeat the Batman, Batman needs to be got rid of before I can introduce the world to my boss, so he can step into Gotham with a clean sheet and found a new age - that Batman is currently holding back. Gotham is better off without him.

Well Doctor, I've had enough talking to you, it's time for you stand up and accept your new role. It's time to throw away your old life and start a new one, Think of all things you can do, you can fly! You can see in the dark, you have the greatest hearing in the world! Your Man-Bat, the undefeatable!" Deadshot brought his hand to pull back the trigger on his gun, with a frost on his voice he spoke a last word, "Well"

[Retired-Man-Bat]

"I don't have much choice now, Do I?" Langstrom snorted, "This is total madness, give me my antidote - and I will i'll still do as you say under the pain of my family. I love them and I will do anything to make sure they remain loved. I am a Bat now, it is of my own creation and I guess I must pay the price." Kirk looked at Deadshot, "But hear me, I do not do this for myself - I do this only because you force me into a corner and left me with no choice. Now give me my antidote so I can go home!" Kirk squealed, his voice was higher pitched than his normal human form, probably because Bats don't have the means to speak so his own organs were twisted in some way becoming half human and Bat in his speech.

"Or do you have plans for me already?"

[Retired-Deadshot]

Deadshot lowered his gun and turned his back on the Man-Bat, he turned his head to look back at the Bat sat on the seat with his head in his hands, his wings down beside him. Deadshot had this critter right where he wanted him. "Very well, I'll give your antidote for now, you best make some more anyway, I will get in contact with you soon, I'll need your abilities!"

Deadshot placed the Antidote, the purple liquid sat in a small test tube with a cork stop in the top of it, Deadshot placed it gentley and quickly into a test tube holder sat on the side. Bringing his hand up to his mask he twisted his eye gadget and and leapt out the window without another word.

Another one to the team, that made three.

[Retired-Titan]

------------------------------Hours Later------------------------------------------------

It's only been a couple of hours since the whole Bomb threat hit the local news, bulletins coming left and right, Gotham radio & tv became a maze of noise about the bombs, all stopped by the mysterious Man in Black - the man of the night - the dark knight. He goes by name of Batman - and it seems already that plans to stop him have unfolded.

Titan scrambles from roof to rooftop, looking down below as mobsters run in panic. He's no Batman so it wasn't fear these mobsters were running from, it was more panic - mindless panic. Titan laughed and threw himself down the alleyway, "Come on toughie, lets be having you." Titan chuckles flinging his staff at the face of the ugliest of the trio running away, the mobster blinks hard and before falling to the ground in almost comical sense.

Titan leaves him on the floor KOed, and heads after the other two, he can hear their cries for Boss. Titan isn't scared of any mobster who would come out to help these critters. He was a hero of Gotham now, and if that meant a little pain to ease the suffering city, he'd pay in the bucket loads. Growling as they got away around the corner, their footsteps ahead suddenly stopped. Titan slowed down and pressed his back to the wall slowly heading along it, guessing they stopped to gun him down as he charged around the corner. Holding his staff in one hand he smiled, knowing too well he could easily beat these two. Titan yelled aloud and then swung himself around the corner.

[Retired-Deadshot]

To Titans surprise he was met not by the two thugs, but rather by a worse being. The most effective and deadly killer in Gotham tonight. He'd shot several men dead in the Narrows already, he didn't blink a eye as Titan turned the corner - rather he couldn't. His arm carried the recoiled like it always did hardly bending as the shell broke out from the cannon at speeds the Flash had wet dreams about. Titan was left in awe, confused and beaten splattered across his face.

A stream of blood spat out from Titans ribs like a Modern art canvas. No words left the bigs mans lips as Deadshot fired a second shot. Titan grunted and paced a few steps backwards, letting his staff fall to the floor, everything became cloudly and his hearing went bold and muffled. The third shot sounded like a whisper on the dock breeze. Titan paced a few steps here and there and then stumbled to the floor, his back crashing against a trash can.

Deadshot put his Gun away, walking slowly up towards the bloodly Titan he bent down beside the dying man. "Gotham doesn't need more than one hero, You could almost say, I'm taking the trash out." Deadshot mocked as he shook the metal bin Titan rested against. "Your not good enough, your nothing - I don't even know your name kid, your no Hero, you idiot in a costume get out of here before I pump a forth in you,"

Deadshot stood up and walked into the night, leaving the two goons who had been running away to come at Titan with baseball bats.

[Retired-Titan]

Titans vision was blured around the edges, black dots and dark burnt edges. He looked down at his bloodly body, all three shots had gone straight through, he was left in a mess. His staff was too far to grab - not that he even had the strength to grab it. Shot and left for dead, this is how it would end for him. The two goons looked pleased as they ran at him with bats in their hands, they beat his body like he was Hitler himself. Smash after smash. Titan remained alive, breathing - bleeding. His vision still blured but in tact. The beating lasted ten minutes or was it twenty. Titan didn't know, it felt like forever was all he knew.

The goons were gone, and he was left cold and like a zombie lying next to the trash bin. The metal was covered in blood, and he sat in a pool of the freezing blood. It was everywhere like a plauge to the normality of the alley. Across the walls of the warehouses, over the floor - over his green and yellow costume. Titan looked at his hands, his red stained hands. Grunting he pulled himself up, the church isn't far. He would seek help there.......scrambling to his feet he made off, slowly and dying all the same.

[Retired-Man-Bat]

"That was a little harsh." Came the voice of Langstrom, he looked at Deadshot with fury in his eyes, he had just witinessed the shooting of Titan. He had seen the mans face as death struck him across the face. Langstrom had only been asleep for a short while when Deadshot had called on him, he wanted to show Kirk what he was now apart of. Kirk only agreed to come as Deadshot had begun yelling on the phone and he didn't want his wife to hear. Making an excuse that a co-worker was making a break through on the serum he left his home in the middle of the night.

Wearing a grey duffle coat over his outfit, his brown hair was ruffled and looked tired. His eyes were puffy red and he looked unhumanly white. Deadshot was beginning to worry him, the man seemed like he was on the brink of self destruction and content on making sure Gotham went with him. Titan was never part of his plan, why had he shot the poor man who's prey were the little Mobsters - he was never a threat to Deadshot! Was he just making an example of Titan for Kirk himself. "This is madness, Deadshot! What is it you want me to do, it's the middle of the night for christ sake!"

[Retired-Deadshot]

"I'm angry, this poor guy just happened to be here, that wreteched Batman and his boy wonder Flash have stopped one of my bombs! I need to go more main stream, I need to set up bombs else where, multiple bombs. I have three in fact, I need you to go to the Plaza and set this one up for me." Deadshot said, he didn't have any care whislt taking about Titan, he didn't seem angry either with Batman. His voice was shallow and calm.

Walking across to a beat up Mustang he flicked the trunk open and passed Man-Bat a silver case, looking at Man-Bat, "All you need to do is place it somewhere, I'm sure those critters will find it easy enough, just place it somewhere and push the top button, it'll activate, and the rest is History."