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metalogs2022-05-11 10:31 pm
the_caped_crusader) wrote in metalogs2022-05-11 10:31 pm
ISSUE #1: WOLVERINE VS BATMAN???
Who: Batman the_caped_crusader and Wolverine howlett
What: After settling in Central City, Bruce has been connecting dots between the larger threads of the city's criminal underworld...
When: First week of May
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: Mentions of organ harvesting, violence
[ the past few months have been hard, but he's been managing. with central drawing so many parallels to gotham, fitting in hasn't been difficult, but being poor has certainly been a learning curve. but whether central city or gotham, criminals still remained a cowardly and superstitious lot. getting information took more time than he was used to in a while, because the kinds of people these kinds of thugs did work for weren't the same kind as the joker or two face, they were the kind that didn't want to draw attention to themselves. the kind of people who had other people do their dirty work. it reminded him of gotham before batman, and when the name d'amico came up, it reminded him so vividly of the same way they would used to say falcone... he was hardly surprised.
more digging led him to a basement tucked away beside a small neighborhood grocery, whose unassuming, narrow brick entryway belied the expansive basement that must have included the basement space of the adjacent building as well. if the d'amico's were as well-funded as falcone was, then he suspected there were many more buildings like this throughout the city. shutting this one down would do little to stop their entire operation, but this was only the next stop in his lead on his way straight to their boss. the shady group of criminals he meets down below don't know it yet as they pick up their weapons-- knives and scalpels and bats and guns-- with that hungry, violent look in their eyes that so many of them always did, only fills him with rage as he sees other bodies around him, all lying on slabs, glass-eyed with their rib cages cracked open.
it takes him very little time to dispatch all of them, because he finds it difficult to pull his punches the way he normally might. these people weren't insane, they were scum, bleeding these people of their livelihoods until they had nothing left to offer but their bodies and their lives. when they're left crying and begging for mercy on the ground, groaning and bleeding, he clenches his fists and finds it very hard to find that mercy within him to not go further. but he reminds himself that he has a job to do-- and so he starts looking. ]
the_caped_crusader and Wolverine howlettWhat: After settling in Central City, Bruce has been connecting dots between the larger threads of the city's criminal underworld...
When: First week of May
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: Mentions of organ harvesting, violence
[ the past few months have been hard, but he's been managing. with central drawing so many parallels to gotham, fitting in hasn't been difficult, but being poor has certainly been a learning curve. but whether central city or gotham, criminals still remained a cowardly and superstitious lot. getting information took more time than he was used to in a while, because the kinds of people these kinds of thugs did work for weren't the same kind as the joker or two face, they were the kind that didn't want to draw attention to themselves. the kind of people who had other people do their dirty work. it reminded him of gotham before batman, and when the name d'amico came up, it reminded him so vividly of the same way they would used to say falcone... he was hardly surprised.
more digging led him to a basement tucked away beside a small neighborhood grocery, whose unassuming, narrow brick entryway belied the expansive basement that must have included the basement space of the adjacent building as well. if the d'amico's were as well-funded as falcone was, then he suspected there were many more buildings like this throughout the city. shutting this one down would do little to stop their entire operation, but this was only the next stop in his lead on his way straight to their boss. the shady group of criminals he meets down below don't know it yet as they pick up their weapons-- knives and scalpels and bats and guns-- with that hungry, violent look in their eyes that so many of them always did, only fills him with rage as he sees other bodies around him, all lying on slabs, glass-eyed with their rib cages cracked open.
it takes him very little time to dispatch all of them, because he finds it difficult to pull his punches the way he normally might. these people weren't insane, they were scum, bleeding these people of their livelihoods until they had nothing left to offer but their bodies and their lives. when they're left crying and begging for mercy on the ground, groaning and bleeding, he clenches his fists and finds it very hard to find that mercy within him to not go further. but he reminds himself that he has a job to do-- and so he starts looking. ]
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[ he pulls something from his belt and throws a small dime bag of pills that hits him square in the chest. ]
New drug on the street. Gives its users metahuman powers for a short period of time. But I guess you don't know much about that one, either.
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He catches the little packet against his chest and sniffs a it. The scent rings familiar but the bat is right. It's not something he's ever chased after.
"Why should I?"
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A metahuman makes a business deal with a bunch of killers and a new drug hits the street that gives its users abilities. Maybe they took some of your brain, too.
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"Rethink this," he mutters with a lazy gesture to the remaining space between them.
"Listen Batboy. Drugs ain't the only thing these folks are running. I just didn't think SWATing their whole op was a good way to get the full picture."
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[ he doesn't step closer, but he doesn't move away. capable? or maybe just dumb. maybe both. not that either would stop logan. ]
You were here to make a quick buck, not buy more time for information. What else have you seen?
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He hits that vodka again, raising the bottle so the bottom of it comes precariously close to the nose of this man's cowl and shrugging uncooperatively at the question.
"You sound like you got me all figured out, bub. Why would you need any more information from the likes of me. Now. You wanna get outta my way or pass me my shirt?"
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I got this address from the last place I visited. [ he's been making some house calls... ] Now answer my question. What have you heard?
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"Yer makin' a lotta demands for a man who ain't offerin' shit," he says. Mostly because his problems with authority run deep. As stubborn as he is, he has to suspect the man wouldn't have come all this way to create so much chaos if he wasn't deeply interested in finishing the job.
"I hear a lotta things. About the D'Amico family. Their business partners. And some interesting things driving interest in experimental drugs.
"But until I know enough about you, I'm not so sure I feel like sharing."