<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788</id><updated>2011-08-23T02:03:48.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotham's Dark Knight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-8734835556656071796</id><published>2010-02-16T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:14:37.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sidekicks are annoying</title><content type='html'>Of course the problems I've been having with Jason AKA the Red Hood are pretty well known. He got into a fight with Dick Grayson, and convinced him that the body that Darkseid left behind during the Final Crisis was the real me, and I'm a clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some odd failure of mental prowess on Dick's thought he believed Jason, I mean is is really so hard to believe I was tossed back in time by Darkseid's beams and had to live different lives through out time? Hn, come to think of it I wouldn't believe me either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way dick tossed the body into a Lazarus Pit, and lo and behold it's the clone. and completely insane as well how insane? It did this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUPBgYeanZ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUPBgYeanZ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sing " Batman is Bruce Wayne" a little louder, I'm sure someone in Star City hasn't heard it yet. So I've been spending the last few days like this. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uAg5bqaOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IXsnt8fyUU8/s1600-h/batmanfight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uAg5bqaOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IXsnt8fyUU8/s320/batmanfight.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439082277641021666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting a Batman clone , but since Diana was off fighting an insane Cupid the only thing I would have done on Valentine's Day is brood around the cave, and listen to Batgirl, and Spoiler complain, about men while watching Twilight Brrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Alfred is still in the fetal position, after one hour of that. So the battle with the me clone was a blessing in disguise.Speaking of Batgirl, and Spoiler lately Cassandra has been letting Stephanie fill in for her on patrols normally that wouldn't be a problem except for she wears this... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uFUE39_mI/AAAAAAAAASE/BQw9ic7TqZI/s1600-h/Stephanie_Brown_as_Batgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uFUE39_mI/AAAAAAAAASE/BQw9ic7TqZI/s320/Stephanie_Brown_as_Batgirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439087554932375138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow wearing a Batgirl costume makes her IQ go down a few points since she blows up more buildings than Red Hood, the bad part is Red Hood tries to blow up the buildings Stephanie blows them up, along with herself, and and any criminals, and police officers at the scene on accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uGqxCszYI/AAAAAAAAASM/qVZblj8cVP8/s1600-h/batgirl7013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uGqxCszYI/AAAAAAAAASM/qVZblj8cVP8/s320/batgirl7013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439089044257295746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just wrong. Also she likes to piss off Tim evrey once in a while by wearing her Robin costume. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uHunbOmUI/AAAAAAAAASU/Hv3hV9mMpik/s1600-h/Steph+Robin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uHunbOmUI/AAAAAAAAASU/Hv3hV9mMpik/s320/Steph+Robin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439090209906923842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Tim last time I saw him he was babbling about " No one dies again" and clones I had better actually follow up on that... but for right there are reports of my clone in Gotham Square, and he has a microphone.So I'm going to have to try , and capture him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-8734835556656071796?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8734835556656071796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=8734835556656071796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8734835556656071796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8734835556656071796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sidekicks-are-annoying.html' title='sidekicks are annoying'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S3uAg5bqaOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IXsnt8fyUU8/s72-c/batmanfight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6316649522260980579</id><published>2010-02-04T20:29:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:40:01.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batwoman...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what kind of drugs she's on....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S2ufXqylCgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BoorfsTcYSQ/s1600-h/BAtman+huh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S2ufXqylCgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BoorfsTcYSQ/s320/BAtman+huh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434612604324874754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they are she really needs to stop taking them to start thinking she's me is really going to get her hurt one day, or me having to give an awkward explanation to Commissioner Gordon. Hh Maybe she needs to visit Arkham for a month or two.  Probaly not she'd probably come out thinking she's the Joker one of him is too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why does evreyone want to steal my identity? Probably as something to do with me dating Wonder Woman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6316649522260980579?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6316649522260980579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6316649522260980579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6316649522260980579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6316649522260980579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/batwoman_4863.html' title='Batwoman...'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S2ufXqylCgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BoorfsTcYSQ/s72-c/BAtman+huh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-8201891453427588299</id><published>2010-01-12T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:42:11.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Festivels hn</title><content type='html'>I was looking for clues on where Jason might have escaped to... and also following up clues on the ID of the New Black Mask... but instead of doing any of this... Diana wants me to go to some stupid winter festival the amazons are having. I just   finished with New Years, and Christmas, and having to be around Dick , Damien, Tim and Cassandra's constant bickering, and pranks on one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now Diana drags me to another party literally.  I have to reassess the intelligence of dating Wonder Woman. I notice Clark isn't here, but of course if he doesn't want to go somewhere he can pretend there's an emergency, and fly off in space until  the event ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lucky farmboy. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I had overheard Amazons making fun of me insinuating that I couldn't get anything done without Oracle, Batgirl , and Spoiler.  Oracle, and Batgirl, are professionals, but Spoiler, can't open a can of orange juice without blowing something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm the Dark night Detective, The Caped Crusader, I can protect Gotham by myself if need be, and I'm also very modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wonder Woman keeps trying to get Wonder girl, and the saiyan girl Vella to  make up... I keep thinking that I want to lob a Batarang, at her twin brother, especially the way he's touching Cassandra ,in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fight that urge, and walk past Wonder Girl who’s' saying “You were my friend, why'd you try to steal Conner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I thought we could you know... share him, I wasn’t trying to steal him." Vella answers. “I roll my eyes. As Super hormone Boy looks like he's about to explode at the thought. Then Wonder girl has a strange look on her face and says something about "experimenting."  “And if Conner's good  maybe we'll let him in on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cnner Kent is then drooling to  to this  The oblivious Saiyan says  I like experiments. Welll unless they blow up, and mess up your clothes. or give you new superpowers that you have yto figure out how they work..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some dark haired girl about the same age who for some reason reminds me of the X-man Wolverine replies. “That is  not the  kind of experiments she is talking about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Really Laura what is she talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ‘Laura’ growls "Yer parents really should have taught  you not to be so flamin' naive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is why I'm glad there was no  superhero teen teams when I was their age.  It was mostly just Clark playing Superboy, and that was pretty much it.  I leave behind the teen age soap opera and try to follow a hunch.  I was thinking if Vella was here, then Jason could be , and if he is I can take him down, and end his killing spree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since regular prison can't hold him, I have a nice cell in the Batcave waiting for him.  find the former Robin  looking at some kind of food  as if tying to decide if it's edible.  I attack. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S1BLEagGlkI/AAAAAAAAARk/vGqtickoOdU/s1600-h/150px-RedHoodII01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S1BLEagGlkI/AAAAAAAAARk/vGqtickoOdU/s320/150px-RedHoodII01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426920090186978882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The Amazons grab us, pull us apart, and shake their heads. “We should have known better than to let men on the island. Now we will make them wear the hats of shame!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S1F5v5Z3zrI/AAAAAAAAARs/YkwTbjEtMBc/s1600-h/marvhat03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S1F5v5Z3zrI/AAAAAAAAARs/YkwTbjEtMBc/s320/marvhat03.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427252889728306866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't like the hats of shame.  Had to wear that for the rest of the time I was on Paradise Island,  and of course Jason got away.  Reason # 196 I don't like leaving Gotham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-8201891453427588299?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8201891453427588299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=8201891453427588299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8201891453427588299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8201891453427588299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-festivels-hn.html' title='Winter Festivels hn'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/S1BLEagGlkI/AAAAAAAAARk/vGqtickoOdU/s72-c/150px-RedHoodII01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-5805041884609917233</id><published>2009-11-30T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:47:52.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Hood: Slaying the Slayer final part.</title><content type='html'>Continued from&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2009/10/war-jouranl-red-hood.html#links"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Punisher is a moron. I like to case a bad guy's lair and come up with a plan to take him out. Punisher well he runs in firing guns like an idiot.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxSvyTjrl2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/aOdFVgBf784/s1600/punisher_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxSvyTjrl2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/aOdFVgBf784/s320/punisher_8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410142331157059426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And of course we get attacked by security robots. I actually take the things out by tossing explosive batrangs at them.  He just sprays bullets around, I'm not even sure he hits any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dodge or disarm all the traps, and finally I break into the final door to his lair.  Punisher shoots things.  And at last Heroslayer stands before us. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxTGzM9711I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sQUnYsEjpFo/s1600/heroslayer+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxTGzM9711I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sQUnYsEjpFo/s320/heroslayer+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410167635335436114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah Red Hood, and Punisher, let me..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No don't!" I interrupt. “He’ll bore us with a long drawn out villain speech!"  We bothe fire our guns at the psycho villain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He fired some weird laser gun thing at us. We both dodged, and hid behind a computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You should both join me!" Hero Slayer shouts. " You're both rejected by the heroes because of your violent tendencies. They hate you I'll accept you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Are you coming on to us?" I quip. “Because to tell the truth I've had better offers. But seriously does anyone ever join you when you ask them that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Punisher just tosses a grenade over to towards Heroslayer's cover he leaps out like a grass hopper.  He gets right in our firing range until he runs over to some compute r console, and starts bragging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My automated defense systems will cut you into ribbons."  he presses the buttons, and nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smile ( not that anyone can see it under the hood.)  “My sidekick Scarlet snuck around while you were busy with us, and took care of your little systems." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he comes at me, and knocks me down with one of my little sister Cassandra's moves.  He then Takes down Punisher with One of Captain America's techniques. What is this guy the Taskmaster all of the sudden? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then he makes a mistake and tells us how he's doing it. I bought technology from Prometheus I can download all the fighting styles of the best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem for him is Baman has fought Prometheus a lot and well he has a trick against him One that he gave me when I was playing "the good son"   for a while there. I take out of my belt, and push the button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why am I hitting myself?" He shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Because With this doo hickey I re wrote all the info you have on martial artists,  in has been replaced with the movements of the crazy homeless guy outside my place which is why you're now pissing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't sporting me, and the Punisher to shoot him while he was fending off imaginary bees but who cares? He's dead either way.  We then blow up the base, and burn the body.  Hey don't want him coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I patted, The Punisher on the shoulder “Hey you don't do well with the battle banter,but that ended well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You talk too much."  he says simply before jumping in his van and leaving me, and Scarlt out in the middle of no where, we didn't stay there long though since Batman popped up.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxT-KkGiQOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rDocyZ_s7gg/s1600/Batman+real.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxT-KkGiQOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rDocyZ_s7gg/s320/Batman+real.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410228509822042338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I gave you every chance Jason, and now you've killed again. You leave me no choice you're going down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't see Robin there, at first until he beat Scarlet, a lot of confusing stuff happened, Somehow Scarlet escaped, that mask melded to her face fell off, and me, I woke up in Blackgate Prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I stayed for a few weeks deciding to let my bruises heal, and well there were some incidents like a neo Nazi who tried to recruit me will have to eat through a straw for the rest of his life.  His buddies who tried to shank me in the shower will never walk again the should be more careful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like  my cell mate who tried to make me his girlfriend, he ended up hung in our cell I have no idea how his face looks  it went though a meat grinder.  I mean those were all accidents, But I ended up in solitary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah I beat them all and killed that one guy I admit it. When I escaped none of the prisoners hassled me, on my way out they probably glad to be rid of me. I got my costume , and my weapons, and In a way I'm not going to tell anyone got off  Blackgate Island , and back in Gotham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought I was home free, until this green light shines in my face. "Oh great." I mutter to my self.  “My Super Ex Girlfriend." &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxUBrtvsOKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kz3ed5UXCts/s1600/New+vella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxUBrtvsOKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kz3ed5UXCts/s320/New+vella.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410232377881147554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Jason we need to talk... what's with the red hair?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I was just dying it black I always was a red head." I shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay never mind Jason, we're going to have along talk." She gives me a stern look &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Crap she's probably going to put back in Black gate or the Vault, or  some space prison , she likely figured out that emerald necklace I got her for her birthday was taken from a mob boss. Maybe I can seduce my way out of this? Damn it I'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-5805041884609917233?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5805041884609917233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=5805041884609917233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5805041884609917233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5805041884609917233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/red-hood-slaying-slayer-final-part.html' title='The Red Hood: Slaying the Slayer final part.'/><author><name>Jason Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098788135964464287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SBArQckl0FI/AAAAAAAAABY/rrhSym4H14k/S220/Jason+Avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SxSvyTjrl2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/aOdFVgBf784/s72-c/punisher_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-5065114920427538838</id><published>2009-08-23T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:28:38.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Hood: Slaying the Slayer part 1</title><content type='html'>Well things have gotten pretty much worse but at least I have my own place.   yeah I've been stealing money from crooks ,and have a nice set up.  The only problem is Damien keeps popping up here. Probably to steal weapons worse yet now Spoiler is here. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpIpTRpPAuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QkJi_dofpVE/s1600-h/Steph+Brown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpIpTRpPAuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QkJi_dofpVE/s320/Steph+Brown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373402716537029346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "  You know why you're going after Heroslayer don't you?" She mocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah no one will actually kill the bastard, in fact all everyone else is doing is fighting  Black Lantern zombies. He's tried to kill my little sister twice now he won't get another chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No You're doing it because you wuv Vella." She laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I groan at the non- word, “I do not!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How come you have a poster sized picture of her over your weapons huh?"  Spoiler points.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpI3otzcdAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rWkAVh0jaXQ/s1600-h/Red+hood.+vel+poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpI3otzcdAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rWkAVh0jaXQ/s320/Red+hood.+vel+poster.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373418478036087810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “To say to my friends hey I hit that!" I explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She snorts “You don't have any friends." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sigh how do I get rid of this pest? I could shoot her... but no she's a good guy just like other superheroes  she's delusional about killing  I tried their way for a little while I couldn't do it.   Steph had hope when she shot Black Mask but then she went back to drinking the Batman Kool-Aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Finally it came to me how to get rid of her.  “And I know why you're here you want me don't you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What?" She shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah I don't blame you with Tim Drake being gay, and all well the only dudes you see at college are drunk frat boys.  I can see why I'd be appealing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re delusional Todd!" She protests, perhaps a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well if you want to stay at my place, stop annoying me.  You can start by stripping." I grin. “Naked women are rarely annoying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re sick Jason!" She yells. “Oh and Tim is SO not gay!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Keep telling yourself that."  I chuckle.  She jumps out my window in a huff swinging  somewhere into the night. Hey you know either way that could have ended would have been good, she'd either leave or I'd get some whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is he perfect time to go after the Heroslayer, another one of those big Crises' that brings all the heroes together to fight one thing is going on. The afore mentioned zombie thing.  So Bats is busy, and won't be monitoring me with all of his spandex buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also Superman or whoever won't be going after Slayer himself he's busy fighting zombie Superman, yes you read that right zombie Superman. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpJEH41lS-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lJ0s3PnPjz4/s1600-h/Superman+vs+BL+Superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpJEH41lS-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lJ0s3PnPjz4/s320/Superman+vs+BL+Superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373432207713324002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't ask it's way too complicated to get into. Any way I'd done some detective  ( yes I can do that. Bruce did train me in it . )  And found an exotic weapons supplier  who sells crazy tech weapons to too plenty of bad guys including the 'Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He just happens to be set up in Gotham too well sometimes you just have the lucky breaks.   I drive my cycle out to his hideout when I'm about to go break in, and smash interrogate him, I'm knocked back by a massive explosion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Shit!" I curse. At that moment a gun is pushed into my face. “that’s exactly what you are you Stark lover. "I  already had my gun so I point it at my assailant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My eyes clear and I see who ambushed me oh great it's ... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpJMh5kHbCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nn6LbH860E4/s1600-h/Punisher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpJMh5kHbCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nn6LbH860E4/s320/Punisher.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373441450678119458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Punisher?! Great this just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-5065114920427538838?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5065114920427538838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=5065114920427538838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5065114920427538838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5065114920427538838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-hood-slaying-slayer-part-1.html' title='The Red Hood: Slaying the Slayer part 1'/><author><name>Jason Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098788135964464287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SBArQckl0FI/AAAAAAAAABY/rrhSym4H14k/S220/Jason+Avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SpIpTRpPAuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QkJi_dofpVE/s72-c/Steph+Brown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-2313416363268801813</id><published>2009-06-25T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:13:01.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hn... Father's Day</title><content type='html'>This last Sunday Was father's Day. Cassandra couldn't visit since she seems to be up to ears in trouble with Legacy. I know how she feels having lead the Outsiders, and JLA.But she did send me a present. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SkRXYbJSSqI/AAAAAAAAARU/g31w3mXAI08/s1600-h/Father%27s+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SkRXYbJSSqI/AAAAAAAAARU/g31w3mXAI08/s320/Father%27s+day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351498334338173602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's improved in her writing ability by leaps and bounds since raven started teaching her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the boys? Well I wish they didn't visit. Damien started insulting Tim immediately, and Jason cheered Damien on which annoyed Dick. So all four got into fist fights Oh and Tim has gotten into the caffeine pills again since he was all shaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't one addiction with him it's another. Mashed potatoes where everywhere, and Alfred was hit with a steak in the face.Dick storms out yelling " I don't need this! If anyone wants me I'll be back defending my own city!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is Damien, and Tim both live here,ad they'd still have plenty of chances to get into fights, Jason I don't know where he left to, But at least he won't be breaking anymore vases over people's heads if he did Alfred would have a fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think I'll go out, and beat up on some pimps, that always helps me to blow off steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SkRmHdSZ5FI/AAAAAAAAARc/sGbtbUbK2VA/s1600-h/Red+hood..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SkRmHdSZ5FI/AAAAAAAAARc/sGbtbUbK2VA/s320/Red+hood..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351514535529931858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time to dispense some Justice First I'm going to kill Heroslayer... then I'm going to clean up Gotham."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-2313416363268801813?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2313416363268801813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=2313416363268801813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2313416363268801813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2313416363268801813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/hn-fathers-day.html' title='Hn... Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SkRXYbJSSqI/AAAAAAAAARU/g31w3mXAI08/s72-c/Father%27s+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6388295130063641191</id><published>2009-05-12T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:33:37.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Todd:  I hate Gatman</title><content type='html'>Back at the martial arts tournament thingy, that Vella dragged me to her dad tried to tell me I should start killing again. You know what Screw that funny haired midget! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't let Bruce tell me what to do I ain't gonna let monkey man tell me either. I do what I want. well at least I did until a guy with my face nad dressed up in a fake Batman costume decked me from behind and locked me up in his psycho version of a Batcave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept babbling about how we met when I was traveling through the Multiverse, then right after that Superboy Prime scrapped his Earth. And then he blamed me for that. Oh don't blame that nutbar Superboy Prime... no! at least blame Kyle Rayner because he sucks, but not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten something weird started happening he'd leave trying to pretend to be Batman, then he just vanished one day. That was actually a good thing it gave me time to break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I tripped one of the traps on the way outta the cage it exploded throwing shrapnel in my legs. I woke up after what seemed like hours in the darkness I pulled my self towards the cave exit. a trail of thick blood following me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep passing out each time it looked like several hours pass one time it'll be day, and another it'll be night. , and my wounds look, and feel infected. At one point, I think it'll just be easier to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dream like half memory from the last time I died, passes through my mind. a perfect paradise, it seems almost welcoming until I hear this voice. " Jason Todd of Sector 2814 let go, and become one one of the Black Lantern Corps!"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SgqOzDs7o_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yJb5p9K5Cj8/s1600-h/Black+Hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SgqOzDs7o_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yJb5p9K5Cj8/s320/Black+Hand.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335233716392010738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wake up screaming in a Batcave but not the psycho one. this one has Alfred, my wounds are bandaged up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ah nice to see you awake young master Jason." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah thanks Alf... why are Tim, and Damian all bandaged up and how did I get here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Master Bruce found you and brought you here.  Well because you shot Damian , and stabbed Tim, and when I say you..." he points at the far corner where in a cell I'm sitting. the other me that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, and Damien fill me in what he did and I shake my head. " You two thought I did that crap? I mean I always only shot crooks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You were never that stable to begin with." Tim quips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dude!" I yell. I mean yeah I was crazed after being dipped in a Laserus Pit with Ras'Al Ghul right besides me. Gross by the way. but my mind's been getting more, and more clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly offended I mean even crazy I never shot the good guys, beat them up yeah, but never tried to kill them. Hey in my defense Tim Drake is fun to beat up. Try it some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I try to call Vella, and she and all the calls keep going to voice mail I keep trying and finally I hear a female voice that sounds more like Supergirl than vel;. " Leave her alone you psycho! she wants nothing more to do with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other Jason laughs " Oh yeah your little girlfriend. the the one that i thought dyed her hair that funny color.. who knew that was natural? I made her feel good all night!" He laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm when I heal up I'm gonna beat his face in until he doesn't look like me in a mirror anymore. I growl " Hey where's Cass he didn't mess her up too did he?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about her not being there.. " he didn't kill her did he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No Master Bruce, and Mistress Cassandra had a falling out. Alfred then explains about the whole marriage thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hahahaha! little sis landed herself a prince. Well good for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment Bats walks around the corner and gives me " the angry Batman look." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SgqcoWXezvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1rWJrPnpAZ0/s1600-h/Angry+batman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SgqcoWXezvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1rWJrPnpAZ0/s320/Angry+batman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335248925586542322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he rushes off to brood in some dark corner somewhere. " you always were the tactful one master Jason." Alfred Jokes before leaving me some food. I stare at the other me , and toss my soda at his face he just laughs in his cage. he'll get his soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6388295130063641191?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6388295130063641191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6388295130063641191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6388295130063641191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6388295130063641191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/jason-todd-i-hate-gatman.html' title='Jason Todd:  I hate Gatman'/><author><name>Jason Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098788135964464287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SBArQckl0FI/AAAAAAAAABY/rrhSym4H14k/S220/Jason+Avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SgqOzDs7o_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yJb5p9K5Cj8/s72-c/Black+Hand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-195155762847934215</id><published>2009-04-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:08:04.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst has happened.</title><content type='html'>The reason ... well one of the many reasons I didn't want Cassandra associating with that half alien... I guess you'd call him a boy even though he maybe closer to some kind of ape. Is that aliens have strange traditions, and came up to bite Cass well the part that rhymes with her name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just because Vegeta's Mother says so she's apparently hat stupid boy's wife. Not that any court on the planet would support that. Just some idiotic alien law. I keep trying to get Cassandra to come home But every time she refuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may have brain washed her into wanting to stay with that idiot. Of course Babs has another idea. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Sfpx2-iIPFI/AAAAAAAAARE/bm5keoShUvY/s1600-h/Babs+oops.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Sfpx2-iIPFI/AAAAAAAAARE/bm5keoShUvY/s320/Babs+oops.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330698298259422290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that little faux pas she left but not before saying. " She's old enough that she has to make her own mistakes now she wasn't going to be the little mute girl we first found during No Man's Land forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hn.Jason from his cage laughs at me. " Aw you actually care about the psycho ninja chick... that's more than you ever did for me Bats. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's not true and you know it." I say back the problem is he does know it before when Jason actually killed he was just getting over his dip in a Lazarus Pit, that along with months of Talia Al Ghul feeding him lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to get over his rages for the most part and mostly acted like a petulant child who wanted my attention. So this new violent persona has taken me aback. I've been running a battery of tests on him to see if there's some reason why he suddenly went insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even when he did kill criminals he'd have never shot Damien or stabbed Tim. That's the only reason Tim is not being punished for introducing Batgirl to that ape kid. After he recovers? We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Barbara leaves her annoying little sidekick Misfit appears in my Batcave.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Sfp97HwwC5I/AAAAAAAAARM/5c1s5MZnxrQ/s1600-h/Misfit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Sfp97HwwC5I/AAAAAAAAARM/5c1s5MZnxrQ/s320/Misfit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330711563595680658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I be Batgirl now?" She begs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No." I growl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh come on miss angsty pants went and married an alien guy, She's out so I should be Batgirl now!! Working with me will get you out of your brooding all the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like brooding." I state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hahha! and Huntress says you have no sense of humour." She smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't, go away." I respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why can't I be Batgirl?" She pleads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because I hate you." I tell her truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well I'll just wear the symbol without your permission!" she whines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You blew up a City block in Metropolis out of because of incompetence." I admonish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nu - uh it was because the big red button I pushed in the giant robot was shiny." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slap my forehead. " You will not operate in my city with my symbol , and if you try i will make your life miserable you will jump at every shadow you will never know a moment's peace your sanity will break and you will be a whining pool of fear." I really put on the deep scary voice for this little performance, I think I performed a little too well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I just peed my self." Misfit stammers, and teleports away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Alfred over the intercom. " I need you to clean up a mess in the cave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alfred sees the puddle on the floor he remarks. " Sir I thought you outgrew these accidents long ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh and go back to my computer analyses on of Jason everything was the same from last time Jason was scanned except for one thing. I angrily go into cell and Grab him. " Who are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What I'm Jason!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh really what did you used to call yourself?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You mean Robin?" He asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" After that!" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um I don't know what you're..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Of course you wouldn't know about the Red Hood! What universe are from and what did you do with the Jason Todd from this one?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-195155762847934215?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/195155762847934215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=195155762847934215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/195155762847934215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/195155762847934215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-has-happened.html' title='The worst has happened.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Sfpx2-iIPFI/AAAAAAAAARE/bm5keoShUvY/s72-c/Babs+oops.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-5059382990275402674</id><published>2009-02-26T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:57:41.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman returns Pt 2</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to use any of the protocols i had in place on Wonder Woman or superman So I turn on the recording I made of the the Joker's previous statements. " Hera! Not even the Joker would be that mad it must be a trick by this fake Batman." &lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman exclaims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No I've checked the entire city with my X-ray Vision,it's not a lie. We have to stop him. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Clark!" I demand. " Put the locations of the bombs on the Bat Computer I'll send the my agents to the scenes along with you two we should be able to disarm all the Bombs before The Joker detonates the bombs. Go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark grins " It certainly sounds like Bruce." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes. " I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt;Bruce." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on to the communications Network " Oracle!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What? Br... I mean Batman ? How?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't have time for that. Did you see Joker's announcement?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes." She responds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Good Superman has ferreted out the locations of the bombs send who ever you can to each one, I'll see who's here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwing, and Robin had left as soon as Oracle sent them sent them to their locations. Spoiler came out laughing." Cassie, and Monkey Boy&lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-tag-team-champions-are.html"&gt; the tag Boudakai tournament.&lt;/a&gt; She made a bet with me that'd they'd win. She didn't so Now she has to wear this!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass came out in...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SaeP4V4R8KI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IaKj_BwGFfU/s1600-h/Anime+Batgirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SaeP4V4R8KI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IaKj_BwGFfU/s320/Anime+Batgirl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307368883988066466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can't move my feet!" she yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cassandra take off that ridiculous outfit off, and Spoiler don't make stupid bets!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way Nigtwing, and his Outsiders took out one bomb which was guarded by drugged out Henchmen ( Hench man 432 is going to love that.)Others where attacked by Robin, the Question, , and Huntress, Batgirl, and Spoiler, and Red Hood, who I Katana watch I still don't trust him not kill especially when the Joker's involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few were taken out by Superman , and Wonder Woman so quickly The Henchmen didn't know the bombs were gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I traced where the Joker broadcast from. I fight may way through an army of idiots dressed like clowns until I finally find the Joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aw com'on I didn't want to fight any bird boys Aw well Aren't you going to Say anything ? Which one are you Nightwing? You haven't shot me yet so you're not Red Hood. To tall to be Robin, hey wait are you stilts?"Hahahah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's me Joker." I snarl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nice impression of Daddy... wait that is you isn't it?Hahahaha You Cheated the reaper! Oh good the game can end perfectly!" he presses the detonator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The bombs are gone Joker." I inform him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well let's put a smile on that grim face Batman!" he tries to squirt me in the face with that flower, I dodge it, and punch the clown in face several times.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SaeooS6480I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PlYiz-gaTzo/s1600-h/batman+Joker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SaeooS6480I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PlYiz-gaTzo/s320/batman+Joker.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307396096106492738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Goody maybe we can team up like the old days!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit him one more time to knock him out I hated those team ups. Now to put him back in Arkham , where I hope he'll stay there for more than 3 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-5059382990275402674?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5059382990275402674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=5059382990275402674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5059382990275402674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5059382990275402674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/batman-returns-pt-2.html' title='Batman returns Pt 2'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SaeP4V4R8KI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IaKj_BwGFfU/s72-c/Anime+Batgirl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-3892634656437188944</id><published>2009-02-17T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:28:53.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman returns</title><content type='html'>I really should come up with a better plan, when facing an evil god than shooting him with a god weapon, and talking to him for five minutes. I was blasted by Darkseid's so called "Omega Sanction" And sent to what was basically a Hell dimension for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Mister Miracle escaped from that place, well I'm an escape artist too. Too bad when I escaped I did so in the Stone Age. For quite some time I was in a cave with an elderly cave man the only company well until he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew the Batsymbol onto caves hoping that someone would notice them and a time traveler would pick me up. That had actually worked just not a time traveller I was expecting. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SZuBkUUjoYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iu8ADABMJWs/s1600-h/Cain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SZuBkUUjoYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iu8ADABMJWs/s320/Cain.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303975447089095042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey Gramps!" He grins. “Nice beard, and long hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going to say this; I'd have actually preferred Booster Gold. The whole way back he would say something like" bet you wish you didn't try to keep my parents apart now aren't you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I said in response is " Hn" And I still hope his future does not come to pass. Maybe I should Kidnap Vincent and have him snipped... Then I'd be stuck in the past still... Damn I hate paradoxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way it took me forever to convince, Dick, and Tim I was who I said I was who I said I was. Seems “Bruce Cain" Put me months ahead of when I vanished, and there was a burned up corpse in a Batman costume at the scene where Darkseid blasted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no explanation for that. Darkseid's powers sometimes don't conform to known scientific laws. All I know is when I escaped I was flesh, and blood. Seems I have a lot to catch up on, though I went to Captain Picard's Christmas Party I missed actual Christmas, Probably a good thing since I didn't have to have the awkward conversation with Batgirl about why I bought her a robe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man being booted from SHIELD, a new President, all of this I missed I came in on all of my protégé' , and a few Villains fighting for my identity as Batman, that was odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have taken the time to shave and get a haircut before making my appearance. It all turned out alright though seemingly. Although I found an odd looking Batman costume in Jason's room. I'm still not sure I trust him yet and i don't think I'd want him to take my place as Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed this out of my mind as I went down to the cave and looked at the reports from the last few months ... seems the criminals have been rioting since my " Death." they have been emboldened It's high time I make them fear the night once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I start to plan my return the Bat computer yells “incoming transmission” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghastly face of the Joker comes on screen &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SZuvux4e5aI/AAAAAAAAAQY/X9cGcbzMdpA/s1600-h/Joker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SZuvux4e5aI/AAAAAAAAAQY/X9cGcbzMdpA/s320/Joker.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304026204357977506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello kiddies it's your Uncle Joker! I'm transmitting this all over the City to let you know my years of mirth, and merry making are coming to an end. You see Gotham, without Batman the game is just no fun anymore. And I will not be spending my time fighting with a Bird Boy wearing daddy's clothes. Besides every time I kill one of those brats they come back wearing leather jackets, and more annoying than when I killed them. But you see I'm the type when a game becomes boring I smash the game board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see I've several nuclear devices all over the city. Yes I know one would do it but the way I've set them up will leave a permanent smile on the ground where Gotham used to be. So I ask you one last time why so serious? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Joker I start to run to the Batmobile When I'm grabbed by a strong slender hand that picks me up off the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wonder Woman?" I gasp .&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SZu141g2jvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3ict56Rby7U/s1600-h/Wonder+Woman+mad..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SZu141g2jvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3ict56Rby7U/s320/Wonder+Woman+mad..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304032974201065202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman was behind her “Diana we don't have to be so rough." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quiet Kal!" Diana yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s no need for that tone Wonder Woman! It's possible Bruce could have returned!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana glares at me “Who are you? And why are you pretending to be Bruce Wayne?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-3892634656437188944?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3892634656437188944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=3892634656437188944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3892634656437188944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3892634656437188944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/batman-returns.html' title='Batman returns'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SZuBkUUjoYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iu8ADABMJWs/s72-c/Cain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6955794689044700619</id><published>2009-01-27T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:14:53.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Todd : Battle for the Cowl</title><content type='html'>The city has gone to hell since Bruce was burnt to a crisp by Darkseid.  Also Damian is trying to kill us all since he thinks he’s “the only one who should true Son of Bruce Wayne."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He started by trying to kill Cass While they were playing a video game.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SX_brk162WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Dls29P1eEns/s1600-h/Damien+Cass..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SX_brk162WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Dls29P1eEns/s320/Damien+Cass..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296193228481681762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He came out with a knife, and was slapped in the face by Cass  Well I should say bitch slapped the kid flew across the room into a ming vase.he tried this morning on me  aknife when I woke up  I put the brat in a wrist lock and made him cry until Alfred broke us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella clapped I didn't even know she was here. " Way to go Show that brat who's the warrior around here!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shrug “Why are you here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I need a reason to see you now? Oh so you only want to see me when you're horny?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damian yells out “What’s horny?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Go! Away!" I admonish he just sticks his tongue out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey! So who's going to be the new Batman?" Vel asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “There’s going to be one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well yeah and maybe you should do it? I could be your Robin? I can disguise myself by turning my hair supersaiyan..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Um no you supersaiyan hair looks like Steph's Robin hair It'd almost be like bangin' Brown no thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Maybe I should be your Catwoman then?"  She uses her ring to put her self in a black leather cat suit.   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SX_seLIpviI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lZKrxmelkeM/s1600-h/Catwoman+Vel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SX_seLIpviI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lZKrxmelkeM/s320/Catwoman+Vel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296211689940303394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that we ended up in my bedroom for a few hours.  That was dumb of me.  Because a few hours later me, Nightwing Robin, Batgirl, and several others Got in this big fight with a bunch of dorks dressing like Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two-Face, Hush, and a few others. The best part was that Damien had teamed with Hush, and I’d been bruised up, scratched, and bitten by fun time with Vella.  Si I wasn't on my "A" game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then when we a few others who joined in like Batwoman, and the BOP was getting in trouble the strangest thing happened the Bat Signal shined on us all.  We all look up to see.... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SYAARPmmgMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ehzlp-Ym0As/s1600-h/Batman+real.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SYAARPmmgMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ehzlp-Ym0As/s320/Batman+real.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296233458033918146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All the thugs and villains shriek   “He’s alive!" Some run off others like Hush Attack "You're not him he's dead!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For a second he took of “Batman’s" mask and screamed before getting a kick to the face. In the confusion we beat the remaining crooks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Batgirl runs up and hugs "Batman" after he gets his mask back on none of us got to see who it was. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SYACDXjDlDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6qp92ybUgvY/s1600-h/Batman+returns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SYACDXjDlDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6qp92ybUgvY/s320/Batman+returns.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296235418671617074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Batgirl Robin! Get away from that imposter!" Nightwing orders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hn."  He answers.  "Meet me back at the Batcave." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All of us there who know where that is meet there later and   " Bats" is sitting at the head of the meeting table just like Bruce used to in the same position , and evreything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dick gets in his face. “Who do you think you are Mister?  I saw Batman's burned corpse! You have some nerve wearing his costume!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I? I'm Batman."  before Dick throws a punch he takes off his Cowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SYAD7BvMROI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XoFT8dpCwu8/s1600-h/Bruce+Wayne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SYAD7BvMROI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XoFT8dpCwu8/s320/Bruce+Wayne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296237474401240290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Father?"  Damien squeaks. “Are you a ghost? A zombie?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bruce how?"  Dick asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Explanation later first we have to stop this chaos in my city." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, well looks like Daddy's home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6955794689044700619?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6955794689044700619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6955794689044700619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6955794689044700619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6955794689044700619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/jason-todd-battle-for-cowl.html' title='Jason Todd : Battle for the Cowl'/><author><name>Jason Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098788135964464287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SBArQckl0FI/AAAAAAAAABY/rrhSym4H14k/S220/Jason+Avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SX_brk162WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Dls29P1eEns/s72-c/Damien+Cass..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4070817600707120676</id><published>2009-01-04T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:03:43.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batgirl: Putting my team back together.</title><content type='html'>While Batman's been gone.. me, Nightwing Robin and ... Jason have been protecting Gotham.. and I've spent the rest of the time dating Vincent... learning to read... And stuff Barbara says I should do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a slumber party... I don't get... this it's annoying. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWFZTOO_zRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Qz6YFj-Y6Ug/s1600-h/Slumber+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWFZTOO_zRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Qz6YFj-Y6Ug/s320/Slumber+party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287605624283057426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know half of these people... How did Poison Ivy , and Harley Quinn get in? Jubilee hit me with a pillow spilling my popcorn... and everyone get mad at me for breaking her nose. She attacked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid... But I was getting used to um these kind of things when this thing that Vincent said it's was Cooler put out this um message out all over the world he captured a um Legacy team the Iron Lad Put together. he and the vampires in West City captured them including Jason, and Vella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Vampirella told me she would ... um take care of the vampires .. so I never did anything about them.But now they have mu friends, and older brother... I don't care if " Cooler" wants to fight Goku he's fighting us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent went to find Slobo. I went to my friend Stephanie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive to her house And Come up to her, she looks up from the kitchen table &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHIy4YshJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JXCvc92JZLY/s1600-h/Steph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHIy4YshJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JXCvc92JZLY/s320/Steph.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287728213964653714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aaah! What are you doing in my house Cass don't you ever knock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm bringing the team back together." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No Hi Stephi how ya doing? Well I'm just some girl not some supefighter I have no powers.. and Psyche! lemme get my costume." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's funny... she's not.I could tell from her body language she was kidding. but then that's why I need her to keep me from getting to serious... that and her invisibility belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet Vincent, who's riding on the Super Cycle with Slobo.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHe748EvTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZxarP_4_yTU/s1600-h/Slobo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHe748EvTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZxarP_4_yTU/s320/Slobo+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287752557987675442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How did you get Slobo to rejoin our merry band?" Stephi asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Told him he was acting stupid and we can protect ourselves and each other from Lobo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Then he called me a p#ssy." Slobo says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vincent..." I start to lecture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Naw don't worry about it Batty It was just what I needed ta slap me outta my emo well and what do ya expect when he's been raised by probably the rudest guy in the Universe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent grins. " yeah probably let's go save my sister huh? I talked Goku out of fighting Cooler But he ain't going to wait forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to call one more person..." i um tell them I call someone who's been annoying to be on Legacy since Inertia died...Supergirl. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHh-8LOkZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z8ipkIT7W8U/s1600-h/Supergirl+real.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHh-8LOkZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z8ipkIT7W8U/s320/Supergirl+real.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287755908931031442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all meet at the coordinates... and Vincent whines.. " Oh man my ex, and my girlfriend in the same place this sucks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aw you're just afraid me , and Cass will talk about you behind your back." Kara grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come up with a plan quickly Vincent Slobo, and and Supergirl go in with all their big noisy powers. While me , and Spoiler rescue the others. That didn't go as planned when this vampire guy stared at me, and Spoiler ... he was creepy. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHlvDV3eFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bzf5RRg9RGE/s1600-h/Alucard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHlvDV3eFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bzf5RRg9RGE/s320/Alucard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287760034023307346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent got into a fight with him. and the rest of the Vampires didn't seem to notice me and Steph already went invisible. I um sneak towards where my friends are being held when my brother Jason runs at me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHnLUp-EtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4mBEOsyVZZM/s1600-h/Red+hood..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWHnLUp-EtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4mBEOsyVZZM/s320/Red+hood..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287761619218993874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile under my mask " I'm glad you're safe." I notice his body language is ... wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Alcurad commands me to stop you Batgirl, and to bring you to him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason... is being controlled... I have to stop him without hurting ... him too badly. This sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To be concluded in the Legacy blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4070817600707120676?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4070817600707120676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4070817600707120676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4070817600707120676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4070817600707120676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/batgirl-putting-my-team-back-together.html' title='Batgirl: Putting my team back together.'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SWFZTOO_zRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Qz6YFj-Y6Ug/s72-c/Slumber+party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6446242050701513749</id><published>2008-12-11T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:58:47.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Todd: Alien girls are weird.</title><content type='html'>I've been staying at Wayne Manor since Bruce well... who the hell knows he vanishes a lot. People are talking about a battle for the cowl coming uh... yeah. As soon as anyone takes Bats' mask he'll show up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway yeah it was okay until I'd come back in from night patrol and hear something rattling around the kitchen. I wander in there, and oh naked chick I wonder if this is one of Bruce's girl friends? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SUG5B2sU3uI/AAAAAAAAADw/PxLWoJdQAw0/s1600-h/Cass+Nude1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SUG5B2sU3uI/AAAAAAAAADw/PxLWoJdQAw0/s320/Cass+Nude1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278703679767371490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then she turns around Ugh!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SUHJtv4705I/AAAAAAAAAD4/8JAEykYCbmA/s1600-h/Cass+nude+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SUHJtv4705I/AAAAAAAAAD4/8JAEykYCbmA/s320/Cass+nude+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278722026041496466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cass why the hell are you naked?  Does Bruce let you roam around like that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I was uncomfortable..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That makes two of us Argh!"  So I've been spending the night at one of Bruce's safe houses since then. I can do without little sister streaking. Next thing you know Tim will wear a dress, and Dick will try to be short Batman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I was getting with to do my morning workout when  I was blown up by      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/12/pan-stupid-non-sharing-jason-todd.html"&gt;Pan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Say what you want about Batman being paranoid, and all but that body armor he gave me saved my neck. I was stuck under rubble for about an hour slowly digging my way out until Vel finally freed me you know some guys make fun of me for having a girlfriend much stronger than I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it seems to be a Bat Family tradition  of some kind Bruce, and Wonder Woman, Dick, and Starfire, Tim , and Wonder Girl... well that and those guys all lust after Supergirl who's s bit stronger than Vel. But that's not my point my point is this time it's quite an advantage since I only got to spend an hour under the rubble, and  not all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway she gets all pissed and goes to beat up Pan... okay cool I can still do what I planned to do today. Turns out the guy running around in my old Red Robin costume was an enemy of Tim's called the General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That jerk got me put in the slammer for a day and his distraction got me shot in the leg. He's already in prison after his last fight with Robin but  Now he's gonna meet the Red Hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sneaking in was easy enough. I break into his cell and he starts with the regular villain tripe. “ I trained with great masters... so I could defeat my great adversary Robin... you the failed Robin can not... Argh!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Argh was the part when I kicked him in the jewels. I was trained by many of those masters too, and Batman. But nothing's better than fighting dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I pull a gun and think about shooting him in the head. Nah Not worth the bother I'll get from the other bird boys.  I shoot him in the leg in the exact way I was injured... good enough., and he won't get some magic bean thing from his half alien girlfriend so he's gonna have to live with some pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I escape, and go back to the Mansion. Where the little terror Damian is whining at Alfred. I slap him in the back of the head. “You don't mess with Alf ya got that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What kind of shenanigans have you been up to Master Jason?"  He eyes me suspiciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No one died if that's what you're asking ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Very good sir. You can have a cookie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm really hoping that's a joke. I sit not really paying attention to anything when I'm grabbed up and put on someone’s shoulder a slim shoulder that looks like it shouldn't have the strength to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sigh. “I wish you wouldn't do that Vel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why?" She giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tim runs out and laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That’s why."  I groan. “Hey Tim shut up At least my girlfriend didn't fake her own death to get away from me like Brown did to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She didn't fake her death she was really dead!" he gripes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt; Sure&lt;/em&gt; she was. I smile as I'm being carried like a sack of potatoes out the door the rest of the night was good, and bad the good good dinner, the bad I had to clothes shop with the little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She laughs. “Don’t worry it won't be all bad you get to take a bath with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought that was great until we get to where Legacy used to have thier HQ. She put all this girlie crap into it bath salts... perfumes bubbles ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SUH6NVvvfAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/suUYFx4_vVY/s1600-h/bath+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SUH6NVvvfAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/suUYFx4_vVY/s320/bath+time.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278775345337564162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Too much damn pink in this room too. Later after we dry off we, and put some clothes we run into The mini version of Tony Stark. “Oh good glad you two are still here. I'm putting together a new Legacy And you two are prime candidates, and wait...why do you smell like Flowers 'Hood?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stupid bath perfume....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6446242050701513749?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6446242050701513749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6446242050701513749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6446242050701513749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6446242050701513749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/jason-todd-alien-girls-are-weird.html' title='Jason Todd: Alien girls are weird.'/><author><name>Jason Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098788135964464287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SBArQckl0FI/AAAAAAAAABY/rrhSym4H14k/S220/Jason+Avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SUG5B2sU3uI/AAAAAAAAADw/PxLWoJdQAw0/s72-c/Cass+Nude1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6932858121721448515</id><published>2008-12-01T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:49:45.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batgirl: Batgirls united</title><content type='html'>I was at um.. Inertia's funeral. I don't get these funerals And i said it out loud... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STRhPVmL6EI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4ObGZUcsKo/s1600-h/Cass+Funeral.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STRhPVmL6EI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4ObGZUcsKo/s320/Cass+Funeral.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274947979680933954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella speaks up. " Hm some one's talkative today, and a bit morbid too." She smiles. " We'll just bring him back with the dragon balls when they regenerate in some months." I see Jason wince.. at her saying that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be nice to be live that people always come back... then again Superman was dead...Conner was dead... I look across this graveyard, and I see a Flash that used to be dead. Why can't the man that my father made me kill as a kid come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl um bounces up to me. " Hey! Batty I was going to ask you if you need a new member Well I can help ya out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't... know When I lead Legacy someone died. ... Not sure if I want to lead anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh bat angst nice. Well here keep my number, and call me when you're recruiting. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great I can barely read her number.I guess I could get Vincent to read it... but I haven't seen him in a few days. After that was over, and I had my share of dirty looks from Anthony Stark Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at the Batcave... I sit Staring... at the computer.Wishing Batman were here.. So I could talk ..or Nightwing or Robin. Or someone besides the annoying Damian Kid Or Jason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh Why does Batman have to vanish every once in a while? As I sit thinking... I don't notice. Somone walk in. " Wow it's unusual for someone to sneak up on you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STSCjNakrbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Gry1FsRDlTU/s1600-h/Babs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STSCjNakrbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Gry1FsRDlTU/s320/Babs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274984604965842354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh. " Not another alternate universe or ... um reboot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nope it's me no universe reboot or anything Cass." Barbara smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab her and hug her. "You can walk again!" her body language is a little weird about it though. " Hey while the boys are wherever. why don't we protect Gotham?get into costume." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird... I was always told that if Barbabra walked again she'd take the Batgirl name from me But she wants to um team up.. I should have known.. she's never really been that um mean to me. So I'm ready. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STSUbiTCCHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xFYq4acPXpE/s1600-h/Batgirls+Cass+,+and+Babs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STSUbiTCCHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xFYq4acPXpE/s320/Batgirls+Cass+,+and+Babs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275004264341702770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swinging through the city. Until we saw this weirdo in a moth suit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STS-tTNFJeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bfcfTxQsRxI/s1600-h/Killer+Moth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STS-tTNFJeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bfcfTxQsRxI/s320/Killer+Moth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275050749016221154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's strange looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohhh man I don't be live it! My old pal Killer Moth!" Babs laughs "I thought you were run out of this city years ago! robbing a bank? Really? Wow! Like old times." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who's this Batgirl? Your ugly little sister?" Moth guy spits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sister ? Soon yes. Ugly no. It's actually too bad she hides herself behind that mask anywhoo We'll just kick your butt now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these guys dressed like moths try to attack us. I beat them down while Barbara charges Killer Moth Whiles she's not a as good a fighter as I am, she didn't do all that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her back knocking out the guns from henchman's hand is or just knocking out sneak attackers. Then all of the sudden there was a popping sound and Barbara fell in a heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know what happened to you batgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I um step in front of the moth man and Barbara. "Oh what are you going to do tiny?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break his arm, and leave him tied up for the police, I swing Barbara, out of there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ah stupid exoskeleton!" Babs yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you can't walk?" i ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No it was an exoskeleton made to look like my suit I was I ... well I just wanted to go out one last time. After the Weirdo with the Cosmic Cube made me Batgirl again Seems dumb huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No... Why did you want me to come along?" I um question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well you always were like a student to me I guess I just wanted. To fight along side you for once if I stayed Batgirl you'd be my sidekick now." She laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No I'm the better... fighter." I say. " You're just the pretty one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey! I' m the brains! You're the brawn! Just take me back to the Clock Tower." She sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What did you mean you would be my sister?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm marrying Nightwing remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well you'll be... better than my real one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bruce, Tim, Dick, Jason, and me are your real family. David Cain only wanted to use you as a weapon. Family isn't always about blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking Barbara back to the clock tower. Nightwiing tries to give me an um Pep talk about leading a super team. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STTXhdi9s1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IbEkfP8rg-E/s1600-h/Nightwing+Cass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STTXhdi9s1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IbEkfP8rg-E/s320/Nightwing+Cass.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275078033424626514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel a little better Now after talking with Dick. Inertia did um... make his choice to sacrifice himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i return home.. and find a Vincent waiting on me asleep. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STTZdLL0_4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2m1p0fN_PCI/s1600-h/Wake+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STTZdLL0_4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2m1p0fN_PCI/s320/Wake+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275080158799527810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a good thing... Bruce isn't here.... he wouldn't like me bringing Vincent up to my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6932858121721448515?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6932858121721448515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6932858121721448515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6932858121721448515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6932858121721448515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/batgirl-batgirls-united.html' title='Batgirl: Batgirls united'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/STRhPVmL6EI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4ObGZUcsKo/s72-c/Cass+Funeral.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1435898242007761391</id><published>2008-10-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:07:59.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My stalker</title><content type='html'>Nightwing thinks he has it bad. He has two stalkers. Clark's smitten cousin. Supergirl &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUf8g43QlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FDvS77wu5OI/s1600-h/Supergirl+thinking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUf8g43QlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FDvS77wu5OI/s320/Supergirl+thinking.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261646864133341778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And Flamebird who used to be the first Bat-Girl, before Barbara Gordon.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUg6k4mMBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/u1Gd90pjXKY/s1600-h/Flamebird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUg6k4mMBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/u1Gd90pjXKY/s320/Flamebird.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261647930357854226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me well yes I have had my share of stalkers. Katherine Kane The First Batwoman, Aunt to Flame bird, and related to the new Batwoman  Kate Kane.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUkxPu7rII/AAAAAAAAALA/7qcd1otaODA/s1600-h/Batwoman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUkxPu7rII/AAAAAAAAALA/7qcd1otaODA/s320/Batwoman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261652168107863170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course Ex girlfriends like Catwoman, and Talia Al Ghul would come back every once in awhile. But then next one well bothers me a little, Hush. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUobgKDuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/F2TIidbRa6M/s1600-h/Hush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUobgKDuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/F2TIidbRa6M/s320/Hush.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261656192605993490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yes the villain that that Spoiler calls "Trench coat Mummy". He was a kid who I was friends with as a kid, until my parents were shot, and I began my crusade. He was creepy as a kid, Tommy Elliott was creepy as a kid, and he's creepier now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He first became a villain when he pulled the old “Send every villain after me then face me when I'm weakened “gag. For a while I thought he was just another super villain with a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until recently when we fought I felt that old creepy vibe again. He would call all the women I'd been with “whores" And saying they weren't good enough for me. Then he'd start reciting poetry. At this point I almost miss Poison Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But what he did lately really took the cake.  He had plastic surgery to look like me.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUuUuluI_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bY8SZKIMdp4/s1600-h/Hush+wayne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUuUuluI_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/bY8SZKIMdp4/s320/Hush+wayne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261662673290798066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Now he wants to take over my life and "be" me.  Oh yes like Superman, or Wonderwoman or many others wouldn't notice that.  Sigh I never thought I'd say this: I miss the days of Batwoman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1435898242007761391?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1435898242007761391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1435898242007761391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1435898242007761391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1435898242007761391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-stalker.html' title='My stalker'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SQUf8g43QlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FDvS77wu5OI/s72-c/Supergirl+thinking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1765568594271270468</id><published>2008-10-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:14:56.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Todd/RedHood rumble in Gotham</title><content type='html'>I was having a nice time... Rubbing my girlfriend's smooth legs while convincing her to get nude... Vel got her stop off when freaking Damian comes in, breaking the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Kid what are you doing at the Bat's safe hose." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The kid gives me a snotty look. “I’m telling father you're cavorting with a gutter skank in his house you zombie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cavorting? The brat's been around Alfred too long. “Hey!" Vella protests. “I’m a princess!   I'm not some ho he picked up... I actually pursued him... and what are you staring at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slap my forehead "Vella put on your shirt. You've probably jump started the Son of Satan's puberty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She uses her ring to recreate her costume." Um Why are you still staring at me... hey Jason I'll se you later he's really creeping me out. Bye!" She flies in out the window... While I'm feeling... blue if you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want you little C-blocker?" I growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s a C-blocker?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Never mind, Bruce is probably going to kick my ass for you seeing Vella's melons I don't wanna get in more trouble so again why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gothamswings.blogspot.com/2008/09/argghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-i.html"&gt; Tim was chasing me around with a butterfly net...&lt;/a&gt; I came here until father returns I didn't know my zombie older brother and his freak girlfriend where here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah you thought she was a freak when you were drooling over her half naked body weren't you? And I'm not a zombie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You were dead and buried weren't you?" He grins “if you're not a zombie then what are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Well you see Superboy Prime hit a wall somewhere..." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOcgQdzKsnI/AAAAAAAAACU/GoNqvDfWMcg/s1600-h/Sad+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOcgQdzKsnI/AAAAAAAAACU/GoNqvDfWMcg/s320/Sad+face.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202957600207474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just realized how stupid that sounds... "It was magic okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We glare at each other. “Well since I'm not getting laid tonight I might as well get into a fight. SHIELD is after me wanna help me warn 'em off?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What’s getting laid?" he questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Gah! Go on the internet or ask your friends or something." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway a little later Red X is on the prowl. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOcnaSHvyfI/AAAAAAAAACc/xJe1Jd0jZMw/s1600-h/red+X+coolor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOcnaSHvyfI/AAAAAAAAACc/xJe1Jd0jZMw/s320/red+X+coolor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253210822845385202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And as predicted he's jumped by the Black Widow. She fights him pretty well but I think she notices the difference in his fighting style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I laugh from the opposite roof “you got suckered! That’s my little brother is wearing lifts... I'm right here! You could beat one of us Natasha... but both of us I don't think so. You don't have to do this I registered so I'm not outside the law." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your little gang war was outside the law Nick wants me to bring you in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Uh huh that’s not going to happen. So you can leave or I'll send your head to Fury in a duffel bag. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She shoots one of these Widow's bite things.  My body armor protects me and Damian jumps her from behind I told her she couldn't beat us both She tosses off the brat and I throw a punch at her jaw. She rolls with this but the glancing blow does still makes her see stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While she's trying to get her bearings Damian shoulder blocks her under the knee. She pulls a gun I shoot it out of her hand with mine. “Nice try Comarade."  I put my gun to her head.  “Any last words not in Russian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nick would never let you live after this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He should have thought of that before sending you after me  ... he could have just left well enough alone but noooo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Before I pull the trigger a disk with a bird on it knocks the gun out of my hand.  Wonderful; "Red Robin" again.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOfbf2QMT9I/AAAAAAAAACk/YK9nxchFV8A/s1600-h/Red+Robin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOfbf2QMT9I/AAAAAAAAACk/YK9nxchFV8A/s320/Red+Robin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253408830536830930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Man Vella was right that costume is ugly. “So are you some alternate Earth me? Or just some douche who found my old costume in a dumpster, and decided to be a thrift store superhero?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He doesn't talk but I can smell the dumpster on the costume man really wash the thing. “Red X This one is mine!" I order not that it matters... he was staring at Black Widow's chest. Sigh Batman is gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I take out the only good thing that Tim Drake gave me... the unbreakable crowbar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Red Robin blocks the hit swing I hear a crack when it hits his wrist. “Surprised this thing can break the body armor huh?"  Well here get more surprised." I slam &lt;br /&gt;It into his ribs he falls gasping for breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I pick up my gun “Alright let's finish this."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Do we have to kill this one?" Damian asks staring at Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, she betrays everyone her own country every guy she's been with Fury will thank me for this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next a Batarang knocks the gun out of my hand “Oh come on!  Okay Tim you wanna fight... Oh Shit!"       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOfjSIMsUoI/AAAAAAAAACs/UFFImvvK3Eg/s1600-h/Batman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOfjSIMsUoI/AAAAAAAAACs/UFFImvvK3Eg/s320/Batman.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253417390928843394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Batman I'm too shocked to put up a fight before Batman throws a hard punch in my jaw.  “I told you no killing, Red Hood." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Are we in trouble father?" Damien asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes you are. Widow!  You tell Fury I'll take care of Red Hood, and to keep his spies out of my city."      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bruce chews me out after I wake up back at the cave. “It’s obvious you've been looking for attention since you left SHIELD, maybe even before. Fine you have my attention, Now you pay attention to me killing solves nothing Nightwing tried to kill the Joker, yet he's back out there causing chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nightwing ... avenged me? And the Joker came back?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I should have known Richard was cool with me as Robin. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOf0VpxORtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/W-TLLkG1mOY/s1600-h/dick.+Jay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOf0VpxORtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/W-TLLkG1mOY/s320/dick.+Jay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253436143177713362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But if the Joker can come back... then what I'm doing is as useless as Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Batman growls, “if you want back in you have to stop killing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’ll think about it." I snort.    Yeah the problem is I really will have to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1765568594271270468?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1765568594271270468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1765568594271270468&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1765568594271270468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1765568594271270468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/jason-toddredhood-rumble-in-gotham.html' title='Jason Todd/RedHood rumble in Gotham'/><author><name>Jason Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12098788135964464287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SBArQckl0FI/AAAAAAAAABY/rrhSym4H14k/S220/Jason+Avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGbyq80qm28/SOcgQdzKsnI/AAAAAAAAACU/GoNqvDfWMcg/s72-c/Sad+face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-657679989373136936</id><published>2008-09-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:57:38.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batgirl:Leading is tough</title><content type='html'>I um, hate talking into ... this thing.  But I can only read a few words. Everyone thinks I'm trying ... to stop Slade out of revenge. It's not that.  I don't like what he did to... Ravager. She was never my friend.   We don't get along. But I don't want her controlled like ... I was. No one deserves that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We just beat some of Slade's Society friends.  Including a now evil &lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2008/09/vella-mary-marvel-is-funny-looking.html"&gt;Mary Marvel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vincent grins... “Babe. I think it's a trap." I can tell by his body language that he is uh excited at the fight that will come. People wonder why Tim ... introduced us.  I think Tim knew I'd like Vincent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I ignore him can't think about him... now the mission comes first... like Bruce taught me. “So how are we getting to the New York to Penthouse to find Slade?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Inertia pips up “I can be there in a second." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Iron Lad growls. “Yeah so you can warn your buddy The Terminator that we're coming no thanks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I don't owe One Eye nothin' Iron Wimp!"  Thad spits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Stop fighting!" I order. Do my older brothers Dick and Tim have to go through this mess... with the Outsiders, and Titans?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I got a jet in my pocket."  Vincent smiles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My best friend Spoiler goes" Eeew! Really don't share things like that!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Not what I mean Stephanie."  He shakes his head, and takes a small metal capsule out of his pocket he pushes a button, throws it into a clearing, and it becomes a huge plane. “Welcome aboard Air Briefs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As we're flying.  Vince and Vella make fun of their nephew.  Iron Lad flies, the plane Inertia paces all nervous He doesn't like not running... I wonder if all speedsters are like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephanie wanders up to me. “Is this worth it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Huh?"  I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rose Wilson has been nothing more than a thorn in both of our sides. She's constantly flirting with my boyfriend. Hell she brags he beat you once, even though you beat her once too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shrug. “Neither one of us was ourselves in our fights... Steph we've both had problems with our dads. Would you want someone to help you If Cluemaster did this to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah but it's not our thing Cass. Rose is not our responsibility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know your scared ... of Slade." I state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Okay a little, but I also don't give a damn about pirate girl. We have our own city to protect why're we doing this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You can leave... Stephanie. No one will blame you." I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She sighs. “I’ll blame my self." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the way is silent. When we get to the pent house Slade was waiting on us.  He babbled on about... how his drug brought out my true nature, and how I won’t tear apart his family.  I only have one answer for him.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SMdN8nm2D3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SBoy4ETgiqU/s1600-h/Batgirl+Pathetic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SMdN8nm2D3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SBoy4ETgiqU/s320/Batgirl+Pathetic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244245994915630962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At that minute Match, Enigma, Evil Wondergirl Clone, Ravager, Sungirl, and a bunch of ninjas attack. Of course it was a trap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-657679989373136936?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/657679989373136936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=657679989373136936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/657679989373136936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/657679989373136936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/batgirlleading-is-tough.html' title='Batgirl:Leading is tough'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/SMdN8nm2D3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SBoy4ETgiqU/s72-c/Batgirl+Pathetic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-450416521267217249</id><published>2008-08-29T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:20:26.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not crazy ( well no more than usual)</title><content type='html'>I know I've been running around Gotham in this extremely ugly costume. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SLiwzQJnXOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K8ia572kOLw/s1600-h/RIP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SLiwzQJnXOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K8ia572kOLw/s320/RIP.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240132561000684770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know I look like a crayon box threw up on me. You see I ... this is so embarrassing... I lot a bet. Superman bet me he could not only eat 10 gallons of ice cream in five seconds with out a brain freeze.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was sure he wasn't invulnerable to brain freeze. Hh I hate being wrong. So now I have to run around Gotham in that hideous outfit.  Where did Superman get this idea? A red, purple, and yellow Batman costume? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's worse I no longer strike fear in the superstitious cowardly criminals.  They laugh. Okay I've come to expect that from the Joker, but not normal thugs.  Okay I admit I beat them a little harder than maybe I should now, but being laughed at is new, and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also have Robin running after me ranting. “You’re crazy Batman!  I must bring you down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know you go through a lot Tim. I know Marvin, and Wendy your janitors or whatever they are were eaten by some kind of Greek Myth monster dog. That doesn't mean you have to take it out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute a call is coming in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Batman." Superman smiles on the communicator screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not betting with you again. You'd probably have me in a pink tutu or something. “I growl." Why can't you bet for money like normal people?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m the man that has everything" He grins. “Embarrassing you is more fun anyway but all things have to come to an end. The allotted time for the bet is over you can go back to your regular costume." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let a grin come over my face, and drive back to the Batcave breaking a few land speed records &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SLi6m2pgvvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vs5qaY8ukDI/s1600-h/Batmanagain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SLi6m2pgvvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vs5qaY8ukDI/s320/Batmanagain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240143343112994546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ah much better. Moral of the story is don't bet with Superman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-450416521267217249?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/450416521267217249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=450416521267217249&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/450416521267217249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/450416521267217249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-not-crazy-well-no-more-than-usual.html' title='I&apos;m not crazy ( well no more than usual)'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SLiwzQJnXOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K8ia572kOLw/s72-c/RIP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-8965508794538982039</id><published>2008-08-19T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:54:22.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family squabbles</title><content type='html'>The Riddler sent me a note by way of Commissioner Gordon.  You see he's on my side now, but instead of a calling me, and telling me where a crime will happen he still sends me riddles. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pretty much have this solved when the kids start yelling in the Bat Cave. “You did it Cass! Admit it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Nuh- uh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Nightwing's right you did to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Grahhh! Stupid sidekicks! Why is Nightwing even here anyway? I go down to the cave to find all three of them fighting.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKvG-l3GSBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tcv5T_iHgGg/s1600-h/Bat+family+spar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKvG-l3GSBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tcv5T_iHgGg/s320/Bat+family+spar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236497770365732882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Stop this now!" I order." What's going on?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Cass stole all the cookies! That Alfred baked!" Robin yells.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I did not! They were just gone ...a second after I ... saw them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shake my head." Hh. Let's take a look at the scene of the crime." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The only sign I found of the cookies in question was one that was half eaten.  I take something out of my belt. “Cassandra take a bite out of this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um...why?" She takes a look at it." It’s gooey."  She bites it any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s to make a dental impression Cass. I compare the impression to the cookie. “From this impression I can safely say Batgirl didn't bite this cookie, and that she needs to floss more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who did?" Nightwing asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All of the sudden Bat-Mite appears in front of all of us.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKvRqU4a9rI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QMiqNLRpPVI/s1600-h/Bat-Mite..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKvRqU4a9rI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QMiqNLRpPVI/s320/Bat-Mite..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236509516838401714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why does this freak stalk me? I wonder if I can get a restraining order from 5th dimensional imps? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey bat crew!' he announces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra answers with “you’re ugly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “This coming from a girl that wears a full face mask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Want to borrow...it? You need it more than I do."   She responds. Since when does she does she make cracks? Not really a bad one either." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wing what's wrong?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh great he's having a flashback to the last time Bat-Mite appeared to him when he was Robin.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKvVH1T3nEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lMqpJdNIS9I/s1600-h/Batmite+Robin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKvVH1T3nEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lMqpJdNIS9I/s320/Batmite+Robin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236513322294549570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What was worse was Wally "Kid Flash” West yelling "get a room!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aww he missed me."  Bat-Mite smiles. “And we can all have fun adventures all the time! Now what are some silly old cookies compared to having me around all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The kids look at each other for a second then yell “get him!" simultaneously. As they start beating him I turn away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Bruce help!" The weirdo begs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No." I respond simply. “Alfred if you don't mind can you bake another batch of cookies? And maybe clean up the mess after the kids are done with Bat-Mite." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Very good sir."  And he made some kind of remark about "pests” and” bug spray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bat-Mite shrieks “My spleen!" before vanishing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dick yells “keep your hands to yourself!"  To the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hh. I should look into getting some kind of Bat-Mite repellant. I mean I have Shark repellant; at least I could actually have a use for Bat- Mite repellant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-8965508794538982039?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8965508794538982039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=8965508794538982039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8965508794538982039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8965508794538982039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-squabbles.html' title='Family squabbles'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKvG-l3GSBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tcv5T_iHgGg/s72-c/Bat+family+spar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4147902863720361766</id><published>2008-08-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:10:53.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiyans...</title><content type='html'>I was doing pretty well without saiyans. In fact the last few days were pretty good except for Nightwing finding his birthday present early. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKI7BAkD52I/AAAAAAAAAJw/TsdwZSb8UgE/s1600-h/Nightmobile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKI7BAkD52I/AAAAAAAAAJw/TsdwZSb8UgE/s320/Nightmobile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233810605475096418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then that Justice girl appears in Gotham. Seems Cassandra had told her that I could give her advice. Though she made some comment about me creating protocols against Galen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm a man who walks among gods, I have to be prepared." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How would you feel if someone had thought of ways to beat up Wonder Woman?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I already have protocols against her as well." I state. Her eyes widen in shock." Aw to be young and naive again. As long as Galen doesn't become mind controlled you have nothing to worry about, you may think his tech is some mysterious force but he's still human still has weaknesses never mind what do want?" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/08/talking-to-batman.html#links"&gt;Tells me about alien soldiers killing innocents.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you’re supposed to be their symbol?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She nods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Then you cannot allow this to continue I created Batman to be a symbol not just for fear of criminals, but also for normal people to feel safe. That's why I put down anyone who wears it, and kills unless you want your legacy to be one of atrocities you need to nip this in the bud now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She nods. “You know Cass is right about you."  Then she leaves I wonder what she meant by that. I put it out of my head, and swing over towards City Hall to talk to Jim Gordon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before I get there I'm jumped by another saiyan.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKJUnvpiZnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_M1N5oTyOKQ/s1600-h/Raditz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKJUnvpiZnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_M1N5oTyOKQ/s320/Raditz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233838758740256370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hahahaha! Once I beat you the girl will be mine!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have no idea what he's talking about, and I don't really care I don't particularly feel like be being beaten today.  I throw a batarang in his face; it explodes throwing pepper spray in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While he's growling I use a hyper sonic device to knock him off balance. Then while his ears, and eyes are incapacitated. I put on my adamantium gloves and hit him in the groin first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey don't knock fighting dirty.  It's one of the reasons I've survived all these super villains. I punch him a few more times for good measure, and turn when I hear a mocking laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-raditz.html"&gt;Vegeta.&lt;/a&gt;  He didn't attack just flew off. I get the feeling this was a set up of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way I get home after helping Gordon take down a drug ring. Oddly led by Kool-Aid. Yeah one of my stranger nights. I'm just glad Batmite didn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Diana pulls me out of bed around noon. “What? Corn Chips!"  I respond must have been dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bruce did you forget we were going to meet with Jason's girlfriend today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I rub my eyes. “Just what I need another scowling angry saiyan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Diana grins “you should get along just fine then."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha ha." I respond sarcastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don't need to worry if you had actually paid attention the first couple of times you met her you'd realize she's different than the others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At lunch I see what she means.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKJgfkds6TI/AAAAAAAAAKA/V0beBpYwSTg/s1600-h/civvie+Vella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKJgfkds6TI/AAAAAAAAAKA/V0beBpYwSTg/s320/civvie+Vella.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233851812438403378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh like wow! Wonder Woman! You are like my hero!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve met before Vella." She laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah but this isn't an end of the world thing I can't believe I'm eating lunch with Wonder Woman!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jason slaps his force head. “What did I say about being hyper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh hush Jason. Um... this may sound stupid but Wonder Woman can I have your autograph?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It got odder, and odder she didn't say "bah!" once and was actually laughing in a non evil way, and making jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I whisper " Are you sure your Vegeta's daughter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hee hee yup!" I watch as she fixes a cell phone. What's stranger is Jason was actually acting civil for once. After the lunch was over Diana smiles. “Did not tell you so or didn't I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes, she’s smart, happy, attractive, and nothing like any saiyan I've met thought there is a rumor that that Goku one acts something like that without the intelligence. You know what this means?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She beams. “I think so." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jason is going to screw this up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4147902863720361766?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4147902863720361766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4147902863720361766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4147902863720361766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4147902863720361766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/saiyans.html' title='Saiyans...'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SKI7BAkD52I/AAAAAAAAAJw/TsdwZSb8UgE/s72-c/Nightmobile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1647939301322111087</id><published>2008-07-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:00:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killed by the Hulk</title><content type='html'>I was crushed by the Hulk on Hacknor, trying to help out that idiot Conner Kent. Hn. All that, and he lost and was kicked off that stupid game. I woke up and in some regeneration machine with Private Hudson staring at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wow! Batman is... um who are you again?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This isn't real it's only a dream."  I tell him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah... I need to stop eating pizza before bed."  He moans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That was easy; I'd better put on my mask before someone else sees me without it.  I use the transporter back to Earth then I return to Gorham, where Alfred decides to play mother hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Master Bruce you were crushed you need to take it easy for a few days, perhaps brag about The Dark Knight's success?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hn. Alfred I'm not Stark. Besides Robin, and Jason are is missing... I need to find them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You need to relax after such an experience sir, not beating up muggers that are way too stressful." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Staying here is what's stressful. At least the Titans are gone looking for Robin like I should be doing. Maybe this won't be so bad... what the? Damn it Cassandra put some clothes on!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SIVoOI8s6jI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nz-PYXTGwJY/s1600-h/Cass+Juice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SIVoOI8s6jI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nz-PYXTGwJY/s320/Cass+Juice.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225697534762871346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's it! I'm off to beat muggers, and whoever asks me what I’ve done to desrve the Steakhouse Burger that's how I relive stress after that I'm finding Both Robins, The lost one, and the good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1647939301322111087?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1647939301322111087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1647939301322111087&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1647939301322111087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1647939301322111087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/killed-by-hulk.html' title='Killed by the Hulk'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SIVoOI8s6jI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nz-PYXTGwJY/s72-c/Cass+Juice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-2687431671337772233</id><published>2008-06-29T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:43:55.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I decide to have a bat family?</title><content type='html'>Cassandra has picked up a bad habit. She has decided to walk around at night naked. This is a problem normally since the first time she did it, in front of Robin he ran around yelling "No unclean! Unclean!" besides the problem of her being basically my ward, and her being too old to act like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nightwing visited with the Outsiders for a team up, and freaked them out. Not all of them Green Arrow keeps asking "If she's available." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I should punch him for that, but instead said. “If you want to fight a teenage hormonal space alien hybrid that the other day destroyed a Gotham City block be my guest, or better yet go ask Nightwing if she's available."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since I later found him with a broken nose and an ice pack on his groin I'd say he was actually dumb enough to ask Nightwing. Ollie isn't the only problem there are two other problems named Conner Kent, and Garfield Logan, AKA Superboy, and Beast Boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can do without the constant cat calls and Alfred hitting them with brooms the sooner the new Titan's Tower is built the better. So I had to re teach her to wear robes when walking around the house at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really wish I knew who to blame for her forgetting that in the first place, Vincent maybe or it's a Deathstroke serum side effect. Either way it's a good thing I took the time to reteach her, because some social worker appeared to ask about someone using Jason's social security number, and ID to get credit cards. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SGdT6Gn1SQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-Qdgif8qu24/s1600-h/Cass+bruce..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SGdT6Gn1SQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-Qdgif8qu24/s320/Cass+bruce..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217230951007209730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That didn't look too good, but if she was playing at being a nudist it would have looked a hundred times worse.   God how am I going to explain all these teenagers running around without looking like Caligula? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cass looks up at me after being called "Sicko" by the social worker.  Cass Asked. “Jason? What’s wrong?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Nothing it's just I have to not let on I know he's alive, that and know he's Red X, and you let him go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “He’s my brother... like Dick... and Tim... I couldn't lock him away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I sigh.  "I know I can't blame you for something I've done my self. I could have stopped him at any time, but he's still my son I keep holding out hope he can be reached, and he has been acting somewhat better lately, at least he's not putting people's heads in duffle bags, or running around dressed as Richard, also He didn't kill those security guards at Thorne's someone else did that someone who wanted me to know Jason was in a new costumed identity, and wanted me, confront him. He didn't even kill Thorne just wounded him. There's hope for the boy yet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She smiles and is about to walk off." Cassandra? Before you go I would like to ask you not bring the rest of Legacy along with you next I ask you to defend Gotham in my absence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I bring Spoiler?"  She asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes that's fine."  Now to confront Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had suspected he was using one of my safe houses since I found a torn Green Lantern costume on the floor.  While it could have been Huntress and Hal Jordan again, I don't believe Hal has shrunk to about 5 foot 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another child of mine, and another alien I blame Dick, and Starfire for this.  Tim will likely be engaged to the Martian Girl in a couple of years. I wait until he enters through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I should have known you'd figure it out." he grunts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It took about five minutes. So you and the saiyan girl? Why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He takes off the mask “I don't have to answer to you anymore! Besides its just sex." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Don’t lie to a liar."  I respond. "Red X? SHIELD?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah I guess you seen LGS 3?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shrug. “No why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well don't let's just say SHIELD wants me&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2008/06/disguises-and-new-agents.html"&gt; in a mask again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The thievery?" I enquire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yeah Throne  was selling top secret weapons plans, Hulk Busters that Stark has designed just in case the big Gamma Goof went all  ' Take over New Yorky' again. In the wrong hands those things..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I get the picture, and the money was just a cover up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah."  He retorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hh. I want you to know if you kill in my city, I will bring you, and your puppet masters down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, yeah." he rolls his eyes. “I’m going out to take on whoever is wearing my costume. I guess this is payback for me pretending to be Dick, But hey Lazarus Pits and all that. Later pops." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yes in fact me and Diana would like to meet this girlfriend of yours. And I’m not taking no for an answer. I call you with the date and time; remember Amazons do not like tardiness." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Okay."  He swings out into the night.   I watch to make sure he doesn't kill as he fights his doppelganger.  When Jason tears off the mask, he finds... Talon Owl Man's sidekick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I tested you for Granny you fought with Batman, now you will fight for Granny."  A Boom Tube opens up and sucks Jason in. I knock out Talon, with a Batarang. The Tube closes before I can enter.  “Talon! Where did you send where?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He just repeated " Granny is Love Slavery is freedom” over and over.  It doesn’t take the World’s greatest detective to know who's behind this Darkseid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Meanwhile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jason gets up " Ugh where am I? And why am I in Earth 2 Robin's costume?" &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SGdh23HrBfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tttrK3YSdoE/s1600-h/Jay+Robin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SGdh23HrBfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tttrK3YSdoE/s320/Jay+Robin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217246288468968946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An announcer's voice blares. “Weeelcome to the Dark Side Club! In the ring at 6'1 222 lbs.  The second Robin! And his opponent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ah you have got be kidding me!"  Jason grumbles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-2687431671337772233?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2687431671337772233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=2687431671337772233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2687431671337772233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2687431671337772233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-did-i-decide-to-have-bat-family.html' title='Why did I decide to have a bat family?'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SGdT6Gn1SQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-Qdgif8qu24/s72-c/Cass+bruce..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-8602787615715666497</id><published>2008-06-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:42:20.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new rouge.. just what I need.</title><content type='html'>That thing ... in my last post was created by Batmite for...well I can never figure that little freak out. Any way I made Batmite put it back where ever he got it from. Some day I'm going to figure out how to keep 'Mite from getting into this dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After I &lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt; get Batmite to go away. Another thing pops up as Cyclops runs around Gotham naked blasting anything that moves. X-men can be so annoying.  I have to chase him down, while keeping my dinner from coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I finally catch him with an inhibitor net that took away his powers. Now I'll let Commissioner Gordon deal with him.  Finally I get a chance to go and capture Mobster Rupert Thorn, Who I finally have enough evidence to put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I get to his mansion, I find that many of his gangsters are shot Thorn was being choked by this person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SE4KvDT6p2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jG53cs8Ikls/s1600-h/red+X+coolor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SE4KvDT6p2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jG53cs8Ikls/s320/red+X+coolor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210113622373214050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you supposed to be?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Red X is good enough. Now mind your own business Bats. I'm taking care of Thorn, unlike you who don't have the guts. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I see that he broken open Thorn's safe. “Helping yourself to his money more like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He laughs. “Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, namely me.” I throw a batrang to get him away from Thorn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It hits his  neck slashing it " Not again!" He shouts. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Again? I know you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He throws the X shaped ninja stars out of a belt, oh great he's ripping me off. Or he's one of the people I've trained. The way he fights confirms this he uses many of my moves. This narrows it down a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After throwing different gadgets at each other, he pulls a gun and fires. I turn  and see he shot Thorn in the shoulder.  Thorn had a gun himself, and was about to shoot me. " Seems you couldn't resist trying to take me out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I  turn my attention back to Red X, he's already gone. The money is gone as well. A murderer , and a thief. Sigh and the suspects are few my own family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-8602787615715666497?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8602787615715666497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=8602787615715666497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8602787615715666497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8602787615715666497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-rouge-just-what-i-need.html' title='A new rouge.. just what I need.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SE4KvDT6p2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jG53cs8Ikls/s72-c/red+X+coolor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-464775865329049441</id><published>2008-05-22T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:46:22.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chances and What The?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I go down the Bat pole to the cave and I wish the things let you go back up.  I walked into to Oracle telling Batgirl “You and the alternate you really shouldn't have done that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “But it made... Vince happy “Ugh. I do not want to hear anymore.  I decided to go onto my new little project. This weirdo sorcerer named Galen has appeared from another Universe, and he seems to act like Terry Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If Vegeta is too much of a pansy to protect his granddaughter, and the Alien Vampire morally bankrupt enough to let her  young teenage daughter sleep with man as old as I am, that's none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But what is my business is said girl was recruited for Batgirl's team meaning she will be around Batgirl and Spoiler. And so will the pervert. If he stays with the alien amalgam thing fine, but if he puts his attentions to Cassandra, or Stephanie I need to be able to step in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The legacy house's computer scanned him it was odd his powers resisted normal means of scanning but the tech of the gods of New Genesis was able to crack it.  and after studying his powers I know they are mostly tech based. I have created about 20 ways to defeat him so far and in case "Justice" gets in my way I have 1'234 ways to stop her. The alien Vampire I have about 2,000 Valley may have had an obsession with her; I've always seen her as a potential threat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Only problem with the Galen protocols is about 12 of them are lethal, I guess eight ways to stop him and leave him alive are good enough for one night before the week is over I want at least 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He may be as noble as he pretends and whatever universe he's from has an 1800's mindset,  but I always assume the worst first and prepare just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Master Bruce? Miss Stephanie is here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good Alfred. Bring her here."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He brought her in and stayed good. Because I don't want this to become a scene.  I save, and close Galen protocols and put in the CD I found in Robin's room. Stephanie's eyes go wide as she watches herself kill Black Mask.  She starts looking at the floor. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SDZkUk5q1XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xkly3AtF-Gc/s1600-h/Bats+Steph+Alfred..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SDZkUk5q1XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xkly3AtF-Gc/s320/Bats+Steph+Alfred..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203456724138906994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "He almost killed me... I was afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Almost? Never mind I'll figure out her meaning later. Though my memories of the events seem fuzzy like I suspected something was wrong with them... Don't tell me someone has re written history again I hate when that happens     “That is not how you respond to fear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I... know it was just... Am I going to jail?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Do you think you should?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don't know he was such a cruel.... but maybe I do.  Can you get my mom to take care of Gwen?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;“Master Bruce?" Alfred gives me the fatherly stern look he gives when he wants me to stop acting like the Bat." You are not going to prison Miss Stephanie. Killing a zombie is not illegal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I  still look at her sternly but to tell the truth I'm rather happy, I was afraid she was going to try to justify her actions, or try to black mail me with the her knowledge of my true identity.  Instead she took responsibility for her actions, and was willing to take the consequences, good it's a start. “Black Mask's body was still dead when you shot it he was wearing this.” I show her the Black Ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “It’s similar to the ones the Green Lanterns wear, I believe it reanimated Black Mask's corpse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I didn’t kill him?"  She smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No but you thought you did and that's a problem." I admonish. “I know you've been spending a lot of time in West City but if you want to work for me, and be on a JLA sponsored team you will work by our rules and that means no killing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Wait you guys are sponsoring us?" She looks skeptical &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes you have proven your selves now we we'll be training you like the Titans. Now as for you I gave the Huntress a second chance and Catwoman as well I'm giving you that chance too.  I will be keeping a close eye on you, just one more thing."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir?"  She looks a little scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Next time Jason comes to you for anything do not go with him but report to me instead." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay."  She shakes her head. "For what it's worth I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Go to your evening training."  I respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Alfred Smiles.” Seems you are actually becoming somewhat more understanding Master Bruce a few years ago you would have kicked her out of the cave, and forbidden any of the bat family from speaking to her. Good show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Her dying once was enough. If I had done as you said she would be killed by the Joker or someone and Gwen would have been left without a parent. I would never wish that on any child. Now I have to find out who's been impersonating me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes someone is pretending to be me again, what is with these people?  Maybe they should spend one night as me or have to listen to Green Arrow and Hawkman argue in a JLA meeting once. They'd stop wanting to be me after seeing that.  Or if they had to spend any amount of time with Guy Gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At first I thought it was Jason given the fact that he once ran around in a Nightwing costume. I wish it was Jason and not this. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SDZwu05q1YI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q5L8tpBjUvA/s1600-h/freaky+Batman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SDZwu05q1YI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q5L8tpBjUvA/s320/freaky+Batman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203470369250006402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I tracked down, Great Scott! What is that? Why is that?  No just... no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-464775865329049441?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/464775865329049441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=464775865329049441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/464775865329049441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/464775865329049441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/second-chances-and-what.html' title='Second chances and What The?'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SDZkUk5q1XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xkly3AtF-Gc/s72-c/Bats+Steph+Alfred..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6040275534402931126</id><published>2008-05-15T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:46:52.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just don't want to know.</title><content type='html'>I returned to Gotham after my adventure with Wolverine in Japan went south and somehow Rishou ended up  &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/05/rishou-goes-ta-throwdown-city.html"&gt; dead.&lt;/a&gt; So I was a bit distracted when me and Tony Stark , had enacted out plan, to rid the planet of Skrulls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It seems Bulma Briefs, had found some way to make them go back into their own shapes with a beam. We set satellites to fire this beam all over the planet, Where ever a Skrull appeared they were captured or died in battle with some of the more murderers in the metahuman community, many of which were super villains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a hard day of fighting the Skrulls left Earth. Now is the time.  I take out a device from my belt press the button. And Tony Stark starts flailing like he's drunk, or perhaps he actually was, he may have a mini bar in that suit, His armor changed colors several times as he was flailing around. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SC0BfTbGFUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zC6x57kLSVU/s1600-h/Bats+vs+Iron+man..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SC0BfTbGFUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zC6x57kLSVU/s320/Bats+vs+Iron+man..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200814781984281922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His armor fell off." What the? When did she get in here?" he asked pointing at Batgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “She’s just here to make sure we're not disturbed."  I say cracking my knuckles. "The Extremis won't help you now Stark. I suggest you defend yourself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “So it's come down to this huh Wayne? You and your little family are safe from prosecution you have my word, you don't have to do this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “If you’re going to talk it will just make it easier for me. But one way or another you have pain coming, and have had it coming for a long time now." I punch him in the jaw to let him know I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine!" he spits out blood and throws a right cross that I dodge. I’m actually surprised when he lands a kick in my gut. “I recognize those moves Captain America so he taught you to fight did he? And you repaid him by killing him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This enraged Stark and had him flailing at me with haymakers it's so easy some times. I grab him by his arm and toss him into a computer desk as he slowly gets up I punch him a few more times. Until finally he just falls and takes it.  I think my point came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “I can neutralize your armor anytime I want. If you ever come after me or any of my charges I will do just that and the beating you received today is just a small sample of what I can do to you.  If your change of heart lately is for real I'm glad for you, but if not just think of this next time you want to force metahumans to become weapons." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I never wanted that!" Stark spits out more blood. “This it all... just got out of my control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hh, I suggest you get it back under control or we'll chat again, good day Mister Stark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I felt later that night, that I could sit in the Batcave with a glass of scotch (Yes I'm hiding it from Robin.) I'm not a big drinker but every once in a while I will indulge especially when a case goes bad , like how the Rishou one went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I let my self relax for a second that's where I made my mistake.  Gwen Brown's shrill little girl voice startles me.  “You not mommy not mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I should hope not. “Alfred I thought I told you not to let Gwen in the cave unsupervised.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yeah that brat is annoying isn't partner? I can't believe they're trying to tell me she's mine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look up to see Stephanie Brown in a variation of the Robin costume. “There had better be good explanation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The one she gave me was... insane Anthony Stark the kid one taking over the world, and changing everything, and Hank Pym as the Hulk. Blue Lanterns, just what we need another color of power ring and some things I don't even want to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the middle of this Nightwing appears on the Batcomputer to tell me the Outsiders. Had some interesting info for me. When he suddenly shouts, “Holy evil twins Batman!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Good he sees it too I'm not seeing double.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SC0MPTbGFVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j3G3gGeRtho/s1600-h/Two+faces+of+Steph+Brown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SC0MPTbGFVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j3G3gGeRtho/s320/Two+faces+of+Steph+Brown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200826601734280530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The one in the Spoiler costume picks up Gwen and starts with the inane baby talk. I look at them both “Do I need to be involved in whatever this is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nope." Spoiler responds as she smiles at her look a like “Let’s get you back to your life and outta mine huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Dick asks" What is going on?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don't even want to know." I shake my head. As the two Stephanie Browns with Gwen use the telporter to West City. Suddenly Diana’s face comes up on screen “I see you're back alright." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh right I have to make up for the last missed date." We can do whatever you want as long as there are no clones of Robin’s girlfriends involved." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Diana gives me an odd look. Nightwing just laughs.  "Believe me you don't want to know Diana." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nice...         &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SC0PZTbGFWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UQ63z8THFsE/s1600-h/Bruce+Diana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SC0PZTbGFWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UQ63z8THFsE/s320/Bruce+Diana.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200830072067855714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I'll worry about confronting Spoiler over the Black Mask thing later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6040275534402931126?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6040275534402931126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6040275534402931126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6040275534402931126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6040275534402931126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-just-dont-want-to-know.html' title='Sometimes I just don&apos;t want to know.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SC0BfTbGFUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zC6x57kLSVU/s72-c/Bats+vs+Iron+man..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-3842890117869238102</id><published>2008-04-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:29:16.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn...</title><content type='html'>I watched the CD over and over that I found in Robin's room.  I kept wanting to believe it was faked.  Though my intuition told me it was not. I put it through every test on the Bat computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No it's real, but it makes no sense Black Mask has been dead for a year. And it was Selina that tossed him off the roof. So Spoiler shot an animated corpse but she didn't know that.  I somehow suspect that it has something to do with this black ring that Bruce Cain was clutching when we defeated him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I scanned it. It's like Hal's John's and Guy's rings. But for the life of me I can't figure out what its source of power is.  That’s not my concern right now what is that Spoiler was willing to commit murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No she couldn't get arrested for it, because there are no laws against shooting zombies, and I could maybe understand why she would want to kill Mask he killed her.  But what I want to know is will she do anything like this again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't want another Red Hood running around Gotham. Diana walks up behind me Blast! I forgot our date.&lt;br /&gt; “Somehow I knew I’d find you in the cave Bruce. You know Gotham or the world won't fall apart if you take some time off."  She looks at the screen "Hera!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes seeing one of the young heroes go astray is startling."  I groan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well yes there is that but look how scared she is her hand is shaking. She seems terrified of the skull faced man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me thought "Of course Diana wouldn't have a problem with killing look what she did to Max Lord."  That part I stifled immediately. Because last time I mentioned Max Lord this happened. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SBf0zO8HMnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aUk6HgnDVHo/s1600-h/Wonder+Woman+Batman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SBf0zO8HMnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aUk6HgnDVHo/s320/Wonder+Woman+Batman.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194889856215888498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not an experience I'd like to repeat. "I don't want her ending up like Jason." I say instead. "I hope I'm not too late." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "She doesn't seem as comfortable with lethal force as Jason. Though I would suggest you not fire her or try to take away her costume this time." Diana suggests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I did those things to try and save her life, but in hindsight it made her want to prove herself more.  Sigh. Richard was such a good kid he grew up to be an even better man, I'm not sure I was ready for more difficult children like Jason." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Stephanie is not yours Bruce like Dick and Jason, and now Tim." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yes but I'm still responsible she was Robin as well, I have to find out if she can be redeemed or if I'll have to take her down one day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Alfred runs down the stirs “I’m sorry master Bruce! I couldn't stop him from coming in." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wolverine busts in and tries to claw at me; Diana grabs his wrist and slams him against the cave wall “You are a guest here, act like it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hidin' behind yer girlfriend eh?"  Logan growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’ve beaten you a couple of times already Logan, as you have defeated me as well.  I didn't bring you here to fight with her I had actually forgotten she was coming here. No I called you here to show you this message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I show him a printout of a computer message I had gotten earlier in the day.  It reads "Rishou is in Kyoto." signed?. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The Question? Yaw believes 'im?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “His relationship with reality maybe somewhat strained, but yes I believe he may have uncovered something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Then what're waitin' for? Let's go bub." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Looks like Spoiler will have to wait as will Diana. “Can we take a rain check?"  I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She rolls her eyes. “I understand, if you need any help..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’ll call." I assure her. You know I must be as insane as some people think I am.  Instead of going out on a date with Wonder Woman I'm on the Batplane with a smelly short mutant. Yes I am insane but after Rishou is taken down hopefully I'll never have to see Wolverine again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we land in Japan, however our progress is impeded when Logan is immediately attacked by ninjas. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SBgBP-8HMoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/L551gxBPzT0/s1600-h/Wolverine+vs+Ninjas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SBgBP-8HMoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/L551gxBPzT0/s320/Wolverine+vs+Ninjas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194903544276660866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is it with him and ninjas? Hh. This is going to be a long trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-3842890117869238102?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3842890117869238102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=3842890117869238102&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3842890117869238102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3842890117869238102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn.html' title='Damn...'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/SBf0zO8HMnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aUk6HgnDVHo/s72-c/Wonder+Woman+Batman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6808782624909045308</id><published>2008-04-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:27:13.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cain goes home.</title><content type='html'>We found Bruce Cain; oddly he was in the morgue hovering over the body of Black Mask. Why is he still in the Morgue? He was killed over a year ago. I look at it and oddly the body has a gun shot whole in the forehead, what is Jim Gordon letting them do in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then a thought came to my mind, zombies? I hope not I really hate zombies. I push that thought to the back of my head.  “Bruce it’s time for you to return home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Heh. No matter what time I'm in you always want to get rid of me Grandpa." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ignore that. “You’ve killed way too many people, to be allowed to go free. I'm sorry Bruce you have to pay for your crimes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He laughs. "Any 'crime' I committed was undone by the Dragon Balls. I asked the dragon to restore anyone I've killed that didn't deserve it. I've had a change of heart I changed my history and am no longer the same person..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stop him." You being here disrupts the timeline." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He punches me out the window of the morgue.  "Bah! I go where I want to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Terry flies in to Cain. “If you've hurt him... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cain kicks McGuiness off of him. “Don’t worry he's only bruised. I don't kill family , lucky for you Terry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What does he mean by that? I'm still adopting kids however many years into the future Bruce comes from? Hh Forget about that I have to worry about defeating this saiyan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It turns out a boy with Saiyan powers, super strength and speed, along with Cassandra's is rather hard to defeat. What's worse, he knows how I work I reach for my belt and he blasts at me before I can use Sonics, or sleeping gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I leap over the blast and he grabs me and tears off the belt then tosses me across the alley. “Enough of your toys gramps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Terry fires those Batrangs from his suit. Cain dodges them oddly he has the same look on his face Cass does when she dodges bullets. He then blasts Terry in such a way to destroy his suit, but not Terry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Last Warning you two! Back off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Terry looks over to me “Any ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Always. The things against us he’s as powerful as Superman his first language is body language he knows what we're going to do before we do. But we do have an advantage for whatever reason he won't go all out against us, I need a distraction so I can get to my belt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Almost as if on cue Wolverine pops up and yells " You and, me are gonna talk about why ya didn't give Ana backup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wolverine again?  This guy is worse than obsessed ex girlfriend. (Stop calling me Talia!) It doesn't matter when he tries to jump over, and slash me Cain backhands him away.  "Don't you touch him Rodent!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Logan makes a swipe at Cain "Why do ya care saiyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cain grabs Logan's arm and slams it into the mutant's chest. “This is a family spat Freak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While Cain was blasting Logan I run over and grab the belt, I find the tranq gas capsules and toss enough to knock out a herd of elephants. Cain passes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We leave Wolverine to heal in the alley. I really don't have time to deal with his whining right now. Terry drags Cain to a clearing then smiles. “When the time comes doesn’t be such a bastard to me huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hn. I can't guarantee that, If you are to survive in the Mean streets of Gotham you need to be tough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He rolls his eyes you never did change did you?" he pushes a button on his belt and vanishes.  Well that's one less problem stalking around, now to take care of Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile in the Future Terry appears in New Gotham.  “Okay Cain let's get you to the cave Ibn Al Xu'ffach. Is going to have a fit when he knows you're back. Hope the LOA still considers you the true heir to their leadership, or The Old Man's plan is going to go down hill fast. That and if you'll cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All of the sudden the two are surrounded. “Good work Batman! Now turn over Mr. Cain to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And who the frak are you?" Terry asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “We’re the Chronal law enforcement agency, Cain here created a major disruption in the Timeline one that's having ripple effects all up and down the time stream, Cain wake up! You are under arrest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As they pull Cain away Terry growls “Crap! Wayne isn't going to like this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6808782624909045308?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6808782624909045308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6808782624909045308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6808782624909045308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6808782624909045308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/cain-goes-home.html' title='Cain goes home.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6940043810093894822</id><published>2008-04-07T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:24:06.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from Ironman</title><content type='html'>I wake up and find a huge statue of Bart Allen in my front yard. Sigh it's obvious who put that there. I get dressed and walk down the hall to Robin's room.   “Tim! Get that out of the front yard!" I yell knocking at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Where am I supposed to put it Bruce?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “How about where Titan's Tower used to be?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " How about you stop using the Titans for free labor?"  He yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I would but they keep breaking things, I think hey owe me at least a million dollars at this point." I notice MS. Martian walking by. “Excuse me? Would you mind taking the Kid Flash statue to Titan's Tower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She gets defensive. “But I have not broken anything."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll buy you an ice cream cake." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Joy!"  She phases through the wall to the statue. Good that's done.  Alfred gets the car ready,  While I make a few calls, After making sure I'm not needed by the JLA, outlaws or in Gotham, I  get in the car , and get ready to go to Wayne Enterprises , Joy.  And yes that was sarcasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While in the car, Oracle calls, I'm hoping it's something that can get me out of work.   No such luck. “Batman? Jason has apparently been annoying Batwoman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Okay what's he doing now?"  I rub the temples of my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well seems he has a girlfriend, and he was asking Batwoman for um, help in um...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stop her “I think I get the idea Barbara. Speaking of which, when you talk dirty to Richard  over the communicators make sure you are only talking to him, I caught Superboy, Blue Beetle, and The Devil Kid all listening in to you last night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hear a gasp over the communicator. “How long did they listen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I don't know, but Conner was taking notes, and it wasn't just them, think of how many heroes have those communicators..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh my god I can't look any of them in the eyes again, I have to go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And that was the last thing that was interesting for hours that day, board meetings, office work, phone calls, Etc, Etc. Finally I received a buzz from my secretary. “Mr. Anthony Stark is here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was confused for a second, "The teenager or the adult?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Adult sir." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Send him in." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Stark comes looking like the cat that ate the canary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R_sDiYbYSgI/AAAAAAAAAII/wzOSBjSCfgA/s1600-h/Stark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R_sDiYbYSgI/AAAAAAAAAII/wzOSBjSCfgA/s320/Stark.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186743285054982658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What does the deputy director of SHIELD Want with me?" I ask in my meekest voice possible while trying not to punch him in the jaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s not you Mister Wayne, but you're alter ego I’m interested in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I know you're Batman, you might as well quit acting, you've been annoying us with those Outlaws of yours for some time, but it ends here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I put my finder on a button underneath my desk. “Is that so?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes I didn't come here for a fight. Normally I'd arrest you, on many charges, including child endangerment, and espionage. Besides the fact that you are a vigilante. But this is far more important." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“More important than you taking away people's liberties?" I accuse. “You and your Registration Act drafted anyone with a superpower!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He glares. "Like you trusted them so much did you not create Brother I to watch those with Superpowers? Or do you not have many ways to defeat the Justice League in case they go rouge in your computer? Look here, the registration Act wasn't perfect, but it was the lesser of two evils heroes need training, and the Teen Titans idea doesn’t work, hell how many of them are dead now? People didn't want vigilantes with the power to burn down cities just running around. “He sighs.” But this is bigger." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What is?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You should Know Bruce, Skrulls they now have superpowers, all of them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I sigh. “I and The Outlaws did find evidence that they were experimenting with the metahuman genome, they couldn't duplicate Kryptonian, but others they were close." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well they've succeeded, Mister Wayne. One had the eyebeams of Cyclops, someone's fire power, and other abilities. They are going to take hew world right from under our noses unless we fight back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “What do you propose?"  I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You’re too big a resource to lock away It would be better to have Batman fighting there skrulls, than sitting in a cell. I say we pool our resources, rid the Earth of this threat, and then worry about anything else later. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shake his hand. “Sounds good, though I still don't like you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “You don't have to." He smiles.  “I’ve worked with USAgent so I'm used so I know people don't have to like each other to work for the common good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Outlaws aren't going to like this, tough, if they don't they know where the door is.   After I get home I dress in my bat costume and am about to call a meeting of the JLA to brief them on the Stark situation.  When this strange teenage, boy stumbles into the cave. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R_sMnobYShI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1oGz48uhSdI/s1600-h/terry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R_sMnobYShI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1oGz48uhSdI/s320/terry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186753270853945874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bruce I need you're help!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who are you?" I yell. “How did you get into this cave?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well my name's terry and I'm Batman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Great an insane kid I'm about to throw a Batarang at him when he shows me technology more advanced than I've ever seen, And of all things it' an I pod from the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “I’m from another time and I've been sent to take Bruce Cain back with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “By Who?" I interrogate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “By you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sounds like I need to hear this kid out, I'll decide if he's crazy after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6940043810093894822?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6940043810093894822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6940043810093894822&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6940043810093894822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6940043810093894822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/visit-from-ironman.html' title='A visit from Ironman'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R_sDiYbYSgI/AAAAAAAAAII/wzOSBjSCfgA/s72-c/Stark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1604758735135455131</id><published>2008-03-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:39:38.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memed by a man child.</title><content type='html'>“Alfred what is a Meme?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sir I know less of the 'net than you do just as Master Dick Or Tim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Forget that I'm the Goddamned Batman, I'll figure it out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re going to ask Oracle aren't you Sir? Oh and the whole Goddamned thing stopped being funny long ago." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hh. Perhaps you are right Alfred." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Any ways I the Batman was tagged by &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt; Vegeta&lt;/a&gt; the immature alien man child. So I have to take time out of fighting crime in Gotham, working in the JLA, or leading the Outlaws to do this stupid Meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.Post the rules on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hh. So that's what a meme is: annoying. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: The reason I put my symbol on everything I own is because I have obsessive compulsive disorder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I never dated Barbara Gordon that was a sick thing from that cartoon which was good until that came up.  I'm not a dirty old man who likes dating his kid's girlfriends, or his friend's daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3: The original Robin costume was a joke by Barry Allen; he thought Dick Grayson wouldn't wear it. He didn't know Dick was an exhibitionist even then. Still not sure what was going on with the pixie boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Despite what some may say Superman is my best friend. And human shield it's how I've lived so long in the JLA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I have pretty much everything in my belt.  Batarangs, Bat matches Bat tooth picks,Bat Shark repellent, Bat Breath mints, etc.  You would be surprised how often I use the Bat shark repellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:  I believe in magic I just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: I know who Batwoman is. I just don't know what she thinks she's doing. I'm the billionaire with issues and the bat gimmick in Gotham, not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to tag. Since I have to suffer through why not the rest of the Bat family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1&lt;a href="http://thenightwing.blogspot.com/"&gt; Nightwing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2&lt;a href="http://gothamswings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 and 4&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt; Red Robin, and because I hate him Iron Man. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 and 6 &lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/"&gt; Batgirl,and Spoiler.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 And finally because he lets Kon post on his blog more often than he does. &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/"&gt; Superman.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1604758735135455131?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1604758735135455131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1604758735135455131&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1604758735135455131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1604758735135455131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/memed-by-man-child.html' title='Memed by a man child.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-5355613056083583412</id><published>2008-03-11T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:59:25.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thenightwing.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-i-might-only-be-8-years-old-but.html"&gt;Nightwing&lt;/a&gt; is back to normal. Which is one less thing I have to worry about, also it makes Supergirl easier to deal with. Now I've decided To track Down Jean Paul Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's been running around disrupting My operations. First pretending to be me and stalking Vampirella, Second in messing with Cassandra, now he angers Wolverine and sets him against me. Which just made Azreal priority #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's not like he's excactly hiding from me. In Fact he's been running around Gotham in that stupid armored Batman suit of his that makes it look as if I've had a bastard offspring with Optimius Prime. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R9dXOco8lrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HFS776_kIUo/s1600-h/AZ+Bats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R9dXOco8lrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HFS776_kIUo/s320/AZ+Bats.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176702202403395250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He was trying to kill a bunch of gangsters. I make my my dramatic entrance.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R9df9Mo8lsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Umkd_fB2bcg/s1600-h/Bats+vs+AZ+Bats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R9df9Mo8lsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Umkd_fB2bcg/s320/Bats+vs+AZ+Bats.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176711801655301826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Azreal! It's time for a reckoning!" I kick him away from the criminals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Actually, I'd like you to leave my City. You're a has -been, I'm a lot better Batman than you'll ever be W.... Ungh"  I hit him in the face with a Batarang. I'd rather he not blurt out my secret identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I always wonder if I shouldn't pull and Iron Man and wipe out my ID from the brains of the people that already know it.  No if I do one thing that Stark did it wouldn't be long before I find my self Fighting with Superman and trying to lock him in a Phantom Zone Prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Valley shoots a grappling hook  uses it to climb up a building, I do the same so glad that random celebrities don't pop out of the windows anymore, do you know how many criminals got away while  Me , and Robin (Richard) were talking to Don Knotts? Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; When to get to the top of the building, I'm assailed by little batarangs from his gauntlets. They all are deflected by body armor but they make a little clanging noises . my ears are going to be ringing for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Those aren't batarangs Valley this is a batarang. "  I throw one that explodes cracking his armor open in a specific place. He comes at me with those and spikes (Ugh  90'S Costume designs.) Screaming “You’re not Batman! Batman doesn't tell jokes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh Sure Spider-Man tells them, and no one seems to care. But me or Superman tell them we're out of character we were using the snappy dialogue while Spider-man was just noticing girls. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My apparent change in personality infuriates Valley. “Grayson!  You're a pretender! What happened to Wayne?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I dodge another claw and throw a control chip into his armor.  Then I start acting like my self  “It’s me Jean Paul." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I push a button on my belt and his armor freezes. “What how?" He shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " You built your armor in my Cave, and you left the blueprints though I could have gotten what I needed from the security footage of you building it, Now what is this about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You accepted Cassandra, and Jason back into your little family but you never even looked for me after I was "killed".”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm a little taken aback. “Jason was my adopted son, and Cassandra was drugged, also while I never officially adopted her I did take in Cassandra as my daughter. They are both teenagers. You're a grown man Valley; I thought if you vanished it was your choice. Well that And I haven't really accepted Jason back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He laughs bitterly. “Please he's calling himself 'Red Robin.' It doesn't take a genius to know he's your mole in SHIELD." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That does sound like something I’d do... “So what is this, a bid for attention Valley? Act your age." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “The System it tells me to do things. I can't stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So that's it the brainwashing he's had ever since he was a child is affecting him again .All this was some kind of call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I’ll contact some a deprogrammer I know, that is if you're really serious about coming back, but I want you mentally healthy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He agreed he also agreed to never dress as Batman again. I paid for him a ticket to fly to a psychiatric hospital.  Glad that's over now to enact my plan to capture the serial killer Rishou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-5355613056083583412?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5355613056083583412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=5355613056083583412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5355613056083583412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5355613056083583412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/settling-with-azreal.html' title='Azreal'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R9dXOco8lrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HFS776_kIUo/s72-c/AZ+Bats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6150511397406758712</id><published>2008-02-27T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:44:20.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine is a bigger waste of space than I first thought.</title><content type='html'>The Outlaws are busy taking down Weapon X. They seem to be able to handle it. So I decide it's time to go down to the Batcave and do some research on this Serial killer Shi is after.  Unfortunately I'm greeted by this.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R8ZiBQlmX-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/dXNwwXYzOtE/s1600-h/Cass+kiss+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R8ZiBQlmX-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/dXNwwXYzOtE/s320/Cass+kiss+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171928995853656034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Disgusting I keep telling them to leave that in West City. Also what is that thing in the corner going "woot" ? Looks like I need to fumigate the Cave again.  Well there's only one response to that, give Robin two hours extra training for introducing Vincent to Cassandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The problem he'll take out on Superboy giving him extra training for no reason, then Superman Will come here all mad, then again that will at least get him out of the funk he's been in lately. I'm supposed to be the brooding one dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vincent! Go home!" I order in my authoritative voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After grunting a little, he finally leaves.  Oracle whispers in Cassandra's ear. "How many times did I tell you not to make out here the Boss can see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Richard!” I yell "You're training with Batgirl today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But holy chivalry Batman! She's a girl!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Yes I think that's why she's called Batgirl." I respond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They go up to the ring and start sparring. I'm hoping that this will jog some of Richard's memories , or maybe at least some of his advanced fight training will instinctually come back to save him from Cassandra's onslaughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I hear a lot of girlie screaming I turn and Cass has him in a triangle choke. Well that isn't working so far, but I should let the fight go for another fifteen minutes and see if any sign of Nightwing ever shows itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Before I can observe anymore an alarm goes off and the Bat Computer shows me camera footage of Wolverine cutting down some penguin thugs and calling me out. Sigh. I forgot all about him and his little emotional breakdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not that I usually involve myself in mutant pathos, but this is effecting my strike team and their abilities, so I'd better go see Logan and let him know that his paranoia about me and Ana is unfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I drive the Batmobile to the scene.  Yes I'm finally buying gas for it, my other mode of transportation the Whirly -Bat was ... well just stupid. It’s petty much a lawn chair with a propeller on it.  Though Alfred is still refusing to fill it. Luckily I have one of the Teen Titans do it now. I've finally found a use for them: manual labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I drive into Logan to catch his attention, I wonder which titan I'll  force to buff out the claw marks in the paint job? Beast Boy looked pretty lazy last time I saw him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway I announce. “Logan I don't batarang your enemies please don't mutilate mine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He jumps me. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R8ZS7wlmX9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/KQk_8Q7d2jg/s1600-h/Batman+Wolverine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R8ZS7wlmX9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/KQk_8Q7d2jg/s320/Batman+Wolverine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171912408689958866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not that I didn't expect this. I throw a batrang that explodes and covers him in powder. he falls on the ground rolling around. “What the flamin' hell is this crap? AAAGH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Itching powder.” I let a smile come over my face for a second. “I know your healing factor will fix you up soon enough, but listen to me you idiot I am not dating Shi. I was recruiting her for my strike team that's all we're only professional. Use your senses you can tell I'm telling the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He gets up and stares at Me." yeah but maybe ya can fool my senses?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Possibly," I shrug. “But why would I? I have been dating Wonder Woman. I'd rather not be knocked from Gotham to New Jersey thank you very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He glares. “Yeah I do smell 'er on ya. Dammit! I've been suckered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “By who?" I question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “I dunno some punk I ain't ever heard Azreal or somethin' He sent me pictures of you and Ana." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jean Paul! That's it! He's had a beating coming to him for along time now. It's time for me to give it to him. “You should know not to trust pictures in the age of Photoshop." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, I guess bub, maybe I was just lookin' fer a reason to breakup with Ana." he growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Why?" I have to say the way Logan looks, and smells he was lucky to get Ana and not dating his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “They all die on me bub, either from old age, or slaughtered by someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well that I can understand, though more often in my case they go crazy, or evil. “Someone once told me not to be afraid of Death so much that I stop living." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Logan shakes his head. “Who told ya that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Superman, though he was exposed to a color of Kryptonite that made him act as if he was drunk at the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He laughs. “Drunken boy scout I'd pay to see that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hh. It's not as amusing it sounds. “I have no idea what Logan decided to do about the whole Shi thing, but since he left Gotham without more incidents it's none of my business any more. When I return to the Cave I find Richard still getting beaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Oracle? Why are they still sparring? it's been much longer than fifteen minutes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh really I hadn't noticed.” She gives an evil grin. I'm thinking this has something to do with Barbara's relationship with Nightwing I decide it's better not to pry, and tell Cass to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I notice she left an envelope on the conference table with something scrawled on it.  I open it and see. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R8Zi8glmX_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jllmBhtuxKg/s1600-h/For+Vince.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R8Zi8glmX_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/jllmBhtuxKg/s320/For+Vince.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171930013760905202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I have never wanted to see her like... that.  I look at the envelope and again and finally decipher the scrawl as "for Vince."  Fine. Robin gets five hours extra training for introducing those two.  Also there’s that thing again. I’m defiantly getting the cave fumigated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6150511397406758712?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6150511397406758712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6150511397406758712&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6150511397406758712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6150511397406758712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/wolverine-is-bigger-waste-of-space-than.html' title='Wolverine is a bigger waste of space than I first thought.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R8ZiBQlmX-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/dXNwwXYzOtE/s72-c/Cass+kiss+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4363892401705155095</id><published>2008-02-06T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:57:51.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>I've returned to a madhouse. First All these Titans running around ... Ugh I'm beginning to think I should just go ahead and pay for a new tower.  Miss martian Going “Oooh! That's a bad thought!" Every time I walk by is annoying at best, And thinking of ways to relieve the Joker of his teeth are not bad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm getting a little tired of Ravager stealing my weapons and Alfred's liquor.Oh And Kon-El Being well Kon-El. The  &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/01/kon-trainin-with-blue-beetle.html"&gt; incident with the interdimensional rodents&lt;/a&gt; was just the most recent goof up. That all the others are just plain irritating especially Wondergirl.  I should talk to Diana about her sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Also I don't know what's up with Jason.  When I left he was wearing a leather jacket and calling himself "Red Hood." I come back  he's wearing this &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R6rHQZ_JBaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wz9k7rpd9j0/s1600-h/Red+Robin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R6rHQZ_JBaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wz9k7rpd9j0/s200/Red+Robin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164159007401248162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and calling and calling himself "Red Robin." I don't know if he got that idea from a dream or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the other two Robins Are having a fit over him calling himself a robin, I had to save the both of them from Jason's crowbar twice today. Later on I teamed up woth Superman to defeat The Prankster, and the puzzler, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Actually we really didn't need to team up for that, it was an excuse to hang out at a coffe shop later and trade war stories, because well both Prankster and Puzzler are what Tim calls "lame". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then I have to deal with Shi's boyfriend issues. Apparently Wolverine believes we are dating for some reason, I have to say though Diana is enough woman for any man, I have no need to cheat on her. The whole Bruce Wayne playboy act as always been that , an act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way I wanted him to help with a mission to Weapon X. Seems he's too full of himself to see the truth. I think I'll have a talk with him after this all blows over. So I've sent Shi to Weapon X, Along with a certain Victor Sage AKA The Question. I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also Supergirl keeps screaming at me to put Richard at his right age, problem being  I'm not really sure how  he was turned eight in the first place,  I've looked through his appointment books since before his change, and I have no clue there. All his appointments seem to be with superhero women. One for that younger daughter of Vegeta, Sigh, Richard at least wait until she's eighteen. The twenty year old one I kind sort of understand, but this Best not to think about it. He was supposed to meet her At a building in between Gotham and west City, I found some interesting particle traces there, Maybe I have found something To return Richard to Nightwing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But you know with all these problems at least it's not boring, like that Vacation ws. What was I thinking? Water skiing and a mystery train?  Water skiing  was way too easy, and can I help it that I solved the mystery on the train in one minute. The writers and the actors made it way to obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So now The Mystery Train Company says I have an "attitude problem." They should see Hawkman now that's an attitude problem. Ah Gotham, why did I ever leave you? I missed the madmen, insane deathtraps and bickering sidekicks, its true what they say there's no place like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4363892401705155095?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4363892401705155095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4363892401705155095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4363892401705155095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4363892401705155095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R6rHQZ_JBaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wz9k7rpd9j0/s72-c/Red+Robin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-543171498931792057</id><published>2008-01-24T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:17:47.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batgirl: Stupid Misfit</title><content type='html'>What did I um... Do to Babs?  She made me ...um take Misfit with me on patrol of Gotham. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/R5lpkbVTv3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/z8utLYvejtM/s1600-h/misfit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/R5lpkbVTv3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/z8utLYvejtM/s320/misfit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159270922662952818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like... patrolling.. gotham. It's good practice... for when I take over for Batman... Maybe I'll have Vincent be my Robin. Or... my Catman (Because he's not a woman.) Though... Vince wearing the Tiny Robin shorts...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Mistress Cassandra!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Um Yes Alfred?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If you want me to continue to type this for you could please refrain from making me write things that put disturbing images in my mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Okay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway...I try to sneak up on the Mad Hatter... And Misfit starts talking. " You date a saiyan? Why?  Is it true what they say about their tails? What's with that hair?  Why does it change colors is it like a mood ring?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mad Hatter got away because... this ... um...kid... Talking warned him we were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I find him again... After beating up some thugs...  Misfit does the same.. thing.  “Why do you get to be Batgirl? I should be Batgirl! I'm the redhead, you have black hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As Mad Hatter gets away again.  She says. “Wow you really suck at catching bad guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What would Batman do?  I can only think of one thing... I knock her out with a Batarang in the back of the head. She'll heal up and find me... so I tie her.. up .. and hope she's too dumb to teleport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally... I track down ... And catch Mad Hatter. When I get back... to the cave Barbra yells at me for ... for knocking out Misfit...  Now I have monitor duty...  Robin laughs at me. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/R5l3Y7VTv4I/AAAAAAAAADA/uJxYDnEoX5k/s1600-h/monitor+duty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/R5l3Y7VTv4I/AAAAAAAAADA/uJxYDnEoX5k/s320/monitor+duty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159286118257246082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “If you... Don’t stop laughing... I will tell Steph you sleep with a night light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Robin gets all mad “Do not!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Do to!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Do not!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Ahem!" I hear behind me.  I turn...&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/R5l7SrVTv5I/AAAAAAAAADI/3_aoOO0_dY0/s1600-h/bruce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/R5l7SrVTv5I/AAAAAAAAADI/3_aoOO0_dY0/s320/bruce.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159290408929574802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Bruce is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-543171498931792057?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/543171498931792057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=543171498931792057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/543171498931792057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/543171498931792057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/batgirl-stupid-misfit.html' title='Batgirl: Stupid Misfit'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/R5lpkbVTv3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/z8utLYvejtM/s72-c/misfit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-8464629304098456715</id><published>2008-01-13T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:31:00.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new team's first mission is done.</title><content type='html'>Okay seems Connor Hawke isn't dead, he 's in a coma what can I say? I tune Ollie out when he's talking to me . Especially when he accuses me of protecting Time travelers I don't really like all that much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My team  has ferreted out a Skrull infiltration on SHIELD. Seems they were using The Military organization’s resources to create an army of Meta humans that would help them in their invasion.   &lt;a href="http://batmanoutlaws.blogspot.com/2008/01/son-goku-white-martian-skrulls.html"&gt; I gave this information of where the other labs are to The other Super groups. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And SHIELD as well, though I gave it to them anonymously.  So all the labs will have SHIELD been destroyed by now, and whatever the Skrulls are planning has taken a crippling blow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I should be helping the JLA with whatever they're doing in all of this, but I think it's high time I do something I haven't done in a long time. Leave the city to my sidekicks for a few days, (which is why I have so many of them.) And take a little time off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R4q6dTEiDRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/spJD20Qif7s/s1600-h/Batski.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R4q6dTEiDRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/spJD20Qif7s/s200/Batski.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155137735977209106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-8464629304098456715?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8464629304098456715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=8464629304098456715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8464629304098456715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8464629304098456715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-teams-first-mission-is-done.html' title='My new team&apos;s first mission is done.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R4q6dTEiDRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/spJD20Qif7s/s72-c/Batski.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4555608509635321346</id><published>2007-12-25T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:06:36.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat Christmas</title><content type='html'>The JLA Meeting was about how they know what I'm doing with the team I created and while officially they don't condone it, unofficially they seem to be fine with it. Though Ollie is trying to say I'm hiding Bruce Cain, and he blames the supposed time traveler for his son Connor's death. Though I heard he was shot by a cloud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That sounds really stupid when you say it out loud, or when you don't. It seems Ollie doesn't know me very well.  I don't like Cain very much, and I wouldn't help him do anything. I don't think he has anything to do with Connor's murder. Besides he's fallen off the map recently I hope he went back where he came from.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At Christmas Eve back at Gotham I had to deal with another "Christmas with the Joker." Are they ever going to keep him locked up? The most unbelievable thing happened, the Batmobile actually broke a wheel like that stupid song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img182.imageshack.us/my.php?image=batmobilebrokeawheelco0.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/8926/batmobilebrokeawheelco0.th.png" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On the way home I found these keys that said had a note saying "To Batman."   I look over and there's a thing that looks like a combination of a Batmobile and a tank with a bow on it.&lt;a href="http://img183.imageshack.us/my.php?image=batmanspresentjh5.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/4599/batmanspresentjh5.th.png" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for the sleigh, someone has to be messing with me, I suspect Superman. Whatever I drove this thing and captured the Joker with ease.  I'm going to keep it handles like a dream, don't know what to call it yet, though I'm thinking Bat-Tank or Tumbler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today our present to Alfred was for all of us to do the work he'd normally do.  Robin was calling Cassandra Sandsmark AKA Wondergirl talking about finding someone called "Justice."  Meanwhile Stephanie Brown was giving him the evil eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And Richard is still an Eight year old. And I gave him a rabbit as a present, for Tim a pair of Adamantium gloves like me, and Cassandra's and a gift certificate for as many CDS he could ever want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cassandra I gave her a new Bo Staff so she'll stop stealing Nightwing's if he ever becomes Nightwing again. Someone also gave her a pair of Nunchucks I'm guessing her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Barbra's gift to Cassandra didn't go over so well. And who invited Azreal? &lt;a href="http://server6.theimagehosting.com/image.php?img=Gift.58e.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images6.theimagehosting.com/Gift.58e.th.JPG" border="0" title="The Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also Jean Paul needs to cut down on the caffeine. That little outburst was unnecessary. Not that he had any time to apologize because he was attacked in approximately .03 seconds later, by Cassandra's half alien boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I had no idea Vincent was going to be here, but I should have suspected. The kid is so damn fast there was no way I could have stopped him from killing Azreal, but he only punched Valley, and let him go . “Stay away from her."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well there's hope for that boy yet. His posture, breathe. face and everything suggested he wanted to kill , but he didn't, even though he's the son of one of the Galaxy's worst mass murderers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hh. Looks like Barbra was right, he can be a hero and not whatever the hell Vegeta is.  I hate being wrong. Oracle is going to brag forever.   I wonder If I leave this alone like Nightwing suggested before he became a little boy would she just get tired of him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  well there's always the worst case scenario, I could end up being invited to some strange Saiyan wedding ceremony in a few years.  I push that horrible thought out of my mind , and decide it's high time to teach, Robin/Tim  and re teach Robin/ Richard,  and Batgirl how to fly the Batwing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It didn't go so bad for Tim seems he's been practicing. Richard I think maybe remembering his old life, and did quite well as for Cassandra well... &lt;a href="http://server6.theimagehosting.com/image.php?img=Cass Flying.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images6.theimagehosting.com/Cass Flying.th.JPG" border="0" title="The Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vincent laughs in the plane. “This is fun; there is nothing for you to worry about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tim shakes his head." Easy for you to say not only are you dating Miss Kamikaze, but you’re invulnerable." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “True." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That was a good day now everyone is back to their own missions, and I have to see what the see what the Question, and the other Outlaws have come up with on the super soldier case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4555608509635321346?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4555608509635321346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4555608509635321346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4555608509635321346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4555608509635321346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/bat-christmas.html' title='Bat Christmas'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-8225451515532308030</id><published>2007-12-17T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T01:33:04.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batgirl: Older brothers</title><content type='html'>Me and Vincent.. Are back together.. but it is .. All weird. .. Stupid Celera.. and her dumb .. Breakup plan. I'm supposed to.. Go to a dance at ... um Xavier's with Vincent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put on.. the dress.. That Steph.. and me picked out. But. I am not wearing... those shoes. Dumb high heels break on me.... How Barbra had them... in a costume... I don't know.   &lt;a href="http://www.turboimagehost.com/p/50161/Cass_dress..JPG.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s1d2.turboimagehost.com/t/50161_Cass_dress..JPG" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Barbra came in and asked me if I “Beat up Celera so bad she was put in a hospital in West City." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I looked at her. “No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Crap. They found a piece red plastic the kind in the Red Hood's stupid helmet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I um ask "Jason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes Jason. You were nice to him Cassandra, I guess him beating up the ones that made you and Vincent break up is his way of looking out for you.  Celera maybe lucky to be alive. I may have to warn Jean Paul." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You... think He would hurt Azreal?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, and if he thinks he really hurt you. Who knows? He could kill him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Um.. Barbra... How are you? Since... Richard turned .. to a boy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Worry about that later. Right now I'm going to have to track down either Azreal or Hood." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She goes.. to her um computer, Does some stuff.. She calls. "Azreal? This is Oracle,you may have a situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " If you mean Red Hood, Yeah I know.  Little punk is trying to stab me Arrgh!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then Jason's voice.. comes over the speaker. " Hiya Babs. See you at Christmas." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn!"  Oracle yells. “Bruce is  ... Somewhere. The Birds of prey are already on a mission, and Robin's in West City, besides that Azreal is wanted, and Hood is a SHILED Agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll... Stop them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolls her eyes. “In that dress shouldn't you at least get into costume?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was already out the window.. After swinging through the buildings.. And listening to ...Babs' .. Uh Instructions, I find them, fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jason, and Jean Paul were fighting.. um equally until.. Jason used a tazer. on Jean Paul. Then he started kicking Azreal in the gut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Stop!" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Huh? Wha? Ah Great. Az must have a locater on his costume Huh? Well hey Little Sister. Isn't a little cold to be in that dress?  Trying a new codename? Goose bump girl maybe?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Jason... Don't hurt him.” I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ah don't tell me you got feelings for this loser."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shrug " He's my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Well sis I know you don't know all of this stuff yet, but you see friends don't break up friend's relationships." He punches Jean Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “That Hybrid wasn't good enough for her!" Azreal screams. He gets up he puts his um hand on  my face. " She needs someone more her type." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason punches Azreal in the kidney. “Find a woman your own age, or better yet one that actually likes you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in between the two "Stop! Jean Paul.. Your my friend.. I don't like you that way. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah, pal. Now hands off!" Jason grabs onto him and Azreal cuts his chest I he falls down. Jean Paul jumps off the roof... He acts likes he's drunk.. Or something." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I try to look at the um wound on Jason... All He was wearing more armor.. under his costume ... Than normal.  And there was this ... Um symbol thing.   &lt;a href="http://www.turboimagehost.com/p/50224/Red_Robin_Symbol.JPG.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s1d2.turboimagehost.com/t/50224_Red_Robin_Symbol.JPG" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Jason... What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Oh the costume? I was thinking of changing my codename. Getting a little sick of the strawberry lollipop jokes.  So what's with the dress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I was supposed to be at an ...um dance in New York."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well we can get there in my car. Special SHIELD Issue, Sis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Um..What's so special about it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He smiles " It can fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " So... He took me to the dance, and waited outside... while me and Vincent had a good time. Though... his friends wondered.. why I had on um...sneakers on.  I have to remember.. to.. um Tell Jason to let me.. solve my own problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-8225451515532308030?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8225451515532308030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=8225451515532308030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8225451515532308030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8225451515532308030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/batgirl-older-brothers.html' title='Batgirl: Older brothers'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-585202889554631944</id><published>2007-12-15T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:52:03.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a replacement is harder than I thought</title><content type='html'>Catwoman quit the team. So I have to find a replacement.  Worse yet at Vampirella's blog birthday party Jason decided to be disgusting, and sit in Vampirella's cake nude.  I had to save him from Mirai while dodging a Wolverine/ Vegeta fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not sure which angry midget to root for there. Any way after saving Jason's neck.  Later at the pent house I rented for the Outlaws. I contact my first idea for a replacement. And while I get to listen to Goku and Richard fight over who was better on that stupid Airbender show.  (He just had to come too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All of the sudden Scarlet Spider is thrown through a window. " Gah! What is up with that kid? She has no superpowers how could she do that to me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Goku jumps up "Who?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Her." Spider points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/Batgirlinvited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was invited." Batgirl mumbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Uh!uh! No way we believe that little miss League of Assassins! “Riley yells." That's ridiculous insane...” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; “And true."  I Interrupt.  “Her time with the LOA was a ruse devised by her and myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider stares. “So you just have a fetish of making heroes look like villains?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Spider your too rusty in the use of your powers, you need more training go to it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aww man!" He complains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cassandra wandered off and started talking to Question. "So .. your not bad?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Nope just like you're not. It's good to see you again kid.  Are Vincent and Inertia keeping out of trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She starts getting uncomfortable . And I know the reason why and it couldn't have come at a better time.  Though it was inevitable given that the saiyan boy is nothing but a brute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vic I would like to talk to Cassandra alone.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure." He nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What’s going on? " She asks. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  “Since your little infatuation with the hybrid is over I was wanting to know if you'd like to join this team?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She looks confused. “But... um what a... about Steph?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Spoiler can join too."  I reassure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Vella?.. Inertia... Ironboy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “All of them can't join, but..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No... I've made friends... I don't want.. to leave them." Then she makes a sighing noise. “And.. Vincent is... being used.. I don't want.. him.. to be with that girl... He'll be ... miserable."  Her hand clenches into a fist, and she seems to make a decision.  then she jumps out the window and swings toward my mansion looks like she'll be using the teleporter in my cave . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After the training, and Goku returning home , I head back to my cave as well and go through the files of known vigilantes, then I find one who I've had a run in with before. Shi. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/Shi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmmm maybe. Then my JLA communicator Beeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Batman here." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Bruce this is Superman. We'd like to talk about your little strike team." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-585202889554631944?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/585202889554631944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=585202889554631944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/585202889554631944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/585202889554631944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/finding-replacement-is-harder-than-i.html' title='Finding a replacement is harder than I thought'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4672853069705617578</id><published>2007-12-07T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:37:06.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight with the future</title><content type='html'>I wake up on a cliff side with a  chained to a temple, wile Bruce Cain/Ra's Al Ghul Makes an announcement to the world using  some  computer that he has saiyan powers , and will destroy three fourths of the population unless human's do it themselves through war or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This plan has so many flaws in it, It's ridiculous.  One he doesn't seem to know how to control Cain's powers.  Two there are others with similar powers. Three, this is taking saving the environment way too far.  Four though he has my Utility belt, he didn't check to see if I had any other escape methods hidden on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Super villains just wouldn't be super villains if they didn't make such dumb mistakes.  I let a lock pick slip out of my glove, into my mouth, and I use my teeth to open the the lock on my right hand, the rest should be easy from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So now I'm free. I sneak up to the ninja that has my belt. And one sleeper hold later. I have the belt. David Cain looks over to me, And nods, So as does an associate of Cassandra's called "Alpha" who infiltrated the ranks of the assassins to watch her supposed son, from the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My guess is to save the boy from himself.  Not that it matters. His servant a  Clown that knows Kung fu attacks&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R1mchxWgF_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MCeZ5HWbB-E/s1600-h/Kung+fu+clown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R1mchxWgF_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MCeZ5HWbB-E/s200/Kung+fu+clown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141312553617463282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Master Al Ghul! The Bat has escaped!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As everyone know I have no problem punching clowns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alpha turns on the Ninjas and oddly so does one of the Ninjas. Who after he gets his mask ripped off I recognize him as Azreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Jean Paul! What are you doing here?" I demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "When I heard there was someone with the name "Cain." running around with the League of Assassins I decided to investigate. Tell me if this psycho kid is really from the future does that mean Cass ends up with that alien douche bag?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I glare. "Why should you care?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before he answers I dodge a shot from Ra's/ Cain. "You can't stop me now Detective!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They always say that right before I stop them.  Not that Ra's plan was any good. I take out two adamantium gloves from my belt, (because hitting superman level invulnerable people hurts the hands believe me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I e fought lucky for me Ra's doesn’t know how to use Bruce Cain's fighting stlyle o r his abilities instead of  trading punches with a super strong, super fast  alien hybrid, I get slow man who fights like my grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So after introducing his jaw to the metal fist, he starts reeling then talking to himself in two different voices. Finally he kneels down. "Grandfather kill me before Ra's learns to use my powers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  David takes out a gun. "Okay son, this has adamantium bullets. It won't hurt."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I elbow David Cain in the mouth.  I had noticed when Ra's was in control an amulet The hybrid was wearing would glow I knock it off with a Batarang. After screaming and glowing  Ra's and Bruce are separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You saved me?" Cain asks surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes but you must still pay for your crimes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He sneers. " Same ol' Grandpa Bats." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Ra's grabs the gun and shoots Bruce Cain.  The Ryu from the Street Fighter Tournament clone Blasts Cain In the chest opening the wounds more. "Finally it's my turn to rule the league of Assassins!" He shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cain Grabs on to Ra's and they both fall over the cliff. Evil Ryu Laughs. " Now your all that stands in my way Batman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He shows off with all these complicated martial arts moves and throws a few fireballs to intimidate me.  I throw a batarang at his forehead knocking him out.  I Use the remote for the Batplane, and when it gets here I look around the bottom of the cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nothing but a few drops of blood. Looks like Bruce Cain, and Ra's Al Ghul both escaped. When i get back to the top of the cliff, I find a few knocked out ninjas,  a Clown and evil Ryu. Well at least I can turn them over to the authorities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I return home to where Alfred refuses to talk to me, Robin is who knows where, Nightwing is eight, Batgirl is making out with a saiyan/human hybrid, I was almost glad to go to &lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2007/12/enterprise-christmas-party-part-two.html"&gt; Go to Captain Picard's Christmas party.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though they wouldn't keep Vincent in the brig there. Well I've wasted too much time, I have a team to train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4672853069705617578?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4672853069705617578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4672853069705617578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4672853069705617578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4672853069705617578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/fight-with-future.html' title='Fight with the future'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R1mchxWgF_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MCeZ5HWbB-E/s72-c/Kung+fu+clown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1069461195481559890</id><published>2007-12-02T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:14:20.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More family troubles</title><content type='html'>I had been considering for some time creating a team as to take the fight to villians and investigate menaces before they become a true danger. I did not want the JLA knowing this because they are too reactionary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had considered the Outsiders , But Nightwing Pulled a temper tantrum really. he rolled on the floor screaming. So I decided to just create my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the investigation Side I recruited the Question. For his investigative skills though they are less than mine he has more time on his hands than I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred chimes in. " And he just happens to be insane Master Bruce. A while a go he told me that fluoride is to make teeth show up on surveillance satellites. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Or does he want you to believe he is insane? That is the Question." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Please Master Bruce don't take up his habits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recruited Son Goku Who is strong resilient, a great martial artist, and has a telportaion ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And he ate all supplies for next month Master Bruce." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Spider -Man Clone called the Scarlet Spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred rolls his eyes. " He goes from telling bad jokes to whining about how bad his life is constantly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catwoman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Master Bruce did the dates with Princess Diana not go well?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Diana is a professional and knows not to be jealous." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And the JLA doesn't know about this? So what Wonder Woman doesn't know won't hurt you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not dating Catwoman!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the reason Tim is mad at me, Supergirl, though I suggested she wear her black costume so people can think there are two Supergirls again, and for some odd reason Kon-El is hanging around. Though I told him I didn't want him on the team. Hh. Perhaps he just wants to be trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if &lt;a href="http://gothamswings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt;was mad because he thought I stole his little friend,Conner, or because I did recruit from his team, and I'm not in the mood for teenage angst. He throws a tin of cookies at my head didn't do more than annoy me since I was wearing my mask with all the armor in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner started picking up the cookies and eating them. And he wants to be on my team. Well he's not and that's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Robin goes into a diatribe about how all the Bat family's troubles are my fault. " The reason Why Dick is not Robin any more is because he outgrew it, And wanted to be his own man." I correct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Jason disobeyed me not because of me but his own arrogance. Cassandra moved to West City, Well that's partially your fault isn't it? You introduced her to that alien hybrid thing that she has decided to live closer to, also in this case she let her hormones override her brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's own stupidity caused the War Games. She stole my files and caused many innocent deaths." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then starts yelling how he would never be me. " Of course not I wouldn't have acted like this at your age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts saying how I haven't been a good father to him and How I should have discussed taking Supergirl off his team. " And when could I have done that? When your busy being drunk? Or when your not answering my calls? How about when you run around here on stimulants and making a fool of yourself? HALF THE TIME I CAN'T EVEN TALK TO YOU BECAUSE YOUR ON SOMETHING, THE OTHER HALF YOU WANT TALK TO ME!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs out sobbing and left the mansion. Alfred went after him. Too bad he wasn't the only adopted son of mine who has some kind of problem. Richard has &lt;a href="http://thenightwing.blogspot.com/2007/11/groundd.html"&gt; De aged to about an eight year old. &lt;/a&gt; Though the Question for some reason saw him as a grown man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which confirms my theory that he has some kind of shamanistic ability. Or Alfred's that he's completely insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Holy awkward moment Batman! What was that all about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think like my younger self when around him. I freak him out too much when I act like 34 year old Batman. So I have to remember how I was when I was 21. I was more optimistic, and I smiled more. but when I tried that Conner shouts " Rao! he's baring his teeth at the kid !" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Conner go home! Your staying on the Titans!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah after seein' how ya treat your own kids I'm glad ta have Rob lead me." He waves at my recruits. " Good luck you all. Your gonna need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What's going on?" Richard whines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We'll find out old chum." Why did I used to talk like that?" How would you like to help me with with some tests?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put him through a whole battery of tests. Soon I'll hope to find out if this is The Richard we know deaged or one from an alternate reality. While I'm waiting for the results I go to find Alfred, or Tim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the Batmobile a few miles down the road when someone jumps into the way and grabs the Batmobile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the door. " Bruce Cain, I thought we would meet at some point. So what do you want?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The Cain Boy is in here, and he resents you for never accepting him Detective. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he says "Detective?" " Ra's? Ra's Al Ghul?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" After a fierce battle he defeats me with his pure strength. But I note something before I'm knocked out his fighting ability is all Ra's and none of the ability Cassandra would train into a child of hers, though I still doubt that story of this saiyan coming from the future." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up chained without my utility belt and Talia staring at me sadly. Another fine mess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1069461195481559890?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1069461195481559890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1069461195481559890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1069461195481559890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1069461195481559890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-family-troubles.html' title='More family troubles'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-5850390167807807155</id><published>2007-11-24T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:30:45.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not fighting in this arena anymore.</title><content type='html'>I've somehow gotten trapped along with Superman in a battle with other versions of myself. I had just beaten of all things a vampire me. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R0kPnzEIZgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0MMVVLNvxJU/s1600-h/Bats+Vamp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R0kPnzEIZgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0MMVVLNvxJU/s200/Bats+Vamp.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136654026389612034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after facing this, I was sick of it. How Is this supposed to be me? &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R0kUKzEIZhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/90MGoT0ycD0/s1600-h/Darkwing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R0kUKzEIZhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/90MGoT0ycD0/s200/Darkwing.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136659025731544594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A talking Duck man with no pants. I don't even want to know what his world is like . Even though with the hat I thought he might be the Question. The wearing no pants as well since there was that one time Question actually showed up for a meeting in boxers, he said he just forgot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this I threw the fight. Besides I'm not sure what the "Monarch" or should I say Captain Atom, Really wants but I do know I don't want to be a part of it. I have too much to do in Gotham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i threw the fight I was sent back to my Universe, and Superman followed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I really hope you threw your fight as well Clark, because I'm not sure how You'll live down being beaten by a super bunny." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs. " I guess the same way you can live down being beaten by extremely clumsy Bat-Duck. So what do you think that was about? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know but I'm certain we haven't heard the last of it. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-5850390167807807155?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5850390167807807155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=5850390167807807155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5850390167807807155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5850390167807807155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-not-fighting-in-this-arena-anymore.html' title='I am not fighting in this arena anymore.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R0kPnzEIZgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0MMVVLNvxJU/s72-c/Bats+Vamp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6854061066278429547</id><published>2007-11-22T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:39:05.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat turkey day</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad Thanksgiving is here. So after today I can get everyone out of the house. Though my biological son seems to be more behaved than usual. That and he physically cringes when Cassandra walks into the room. Not sure I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nightwing decided to be childish and invite everyone I've worked with over the years. Including Huntress, Azreal ( Thank you for ruining my reputation Jean Paul.) And worst of all Talia Al Ghul. As in my ex. Who decided it was a good idea to drug me have me impregnate her and something to do with with clone tanks to create Damien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course for added joy I invited Diana. My current... well I'm not exactly where we are there, and my ex together in the same room glaring at each other. While Damien tries to get Talia to sit by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse is Jason. How do I describe all the things that have been happening with him? First he punched out Jean Paul for some reason I can't even guess. All week he's been annoying both Dick And Tim. Mostly Dick. Though he claims he didn't hit Oracle purpose on that one day Richard is convinced he did. It went down hill ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also after we discovered That Kon-El or Superboy built a Cassandra love bot for a ghost of all things. Jason threatened to put a kryptonite bullet into his brain. And That would make Clark have a crying fit. ( Though sometimes random things makes that happen.) No one wants to deal with a sobbing Superman. Finally Vincent's sister has decided she has a crush on him and pops up every once in a while. To stare at Jason and annoy him. At least I hope she's annoying him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is maybe sixteen or seventeen it's hard to tell with saiyans. Jason's eighteen. Besides the age difference I don't want another one of my protege's getting involved with a Vegeta kid. I know she's a Green Lantern but so is Guy Gardner this Guy Gardner. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R0UNgDEIZfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wxzthPlakxo/s1600-h/Batman+Punches+guy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R0UNgDEIZfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wxzthPlakxo/s200/Batman+Punches+guy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135525794315527666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this has been one horrible meal Jason fighting With Nightwing, Then getting surprise kissed by the young saiyan girl. Meanwhile Robin was hiding under the table to avoid Stephanie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of the sudden jumps out and accuses her of dating Superboy. Then she yells at him for dating Wonder Girl. I wouldn't put it past Kon-El though Clark I would would trust with my life, Conner is a weapon created to destroy. That and he is half Lex Luthor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie just says. That the whole time Conner was trying to convince her That Tim Wasn't dating Ravager, Not sure if I believe that or not. And meanwhile Vincent ate the alien bird that was sent by Vampirella himself. Well after he gave some of it to Cassandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huntress was throwing rolls at Azreal. And Gwen Spoiler's daughter pored cranberry sauce onto Damien's head. Then Richard runs by with the good china yelling "We're eating off these!" Alfred walks in and sees the mess and almost has a fit. Next year I think I'll eat alone at a restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6854061066278429547?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6854061066278429547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6854061066278429547&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6854061066278429547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6854061066278429547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/bat-turkey-day.html' title='Bat turkey day'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/R0UNgDEIZfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wxzthPlakxo/s72-c/Batman+Punches+guy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-5172856240711446446</id><published>2007-11-12T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:37:46.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batgirl: Little brothers.</title><content type='html'>I was um having fun with uh.. Sparring with Vincent. then.. Damien .. had to come out that um .. teleporter .. in my cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eugenics Experiment ! Everyone else is at home for this.. Thanksgiving. Father Already summoned you where have you been?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what a "ujenics" is, But I don't .. like the um aggressive way he .. is talking to me. Does Bruce know your here?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! But he shall be glad I came Now come along property!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Property?" I look at him funny while Vincent looks like he's about to attack .. I&lt;br /&gt;put up my hand in a "no" .. Um gesture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes that is what you are Cain. Damien .. Smiles. " if it wasn't for my grandfather paying David to create you, You would not be born. You are the property of the AL Ghuls." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I want .. to um really hurt him. But I do what.. Dick Tim and Bruce, have taught me to do .. with annoyances .. I throw a Batarang and bonk him in the head when .. he um turns around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he starts to get.. back up .. up I grab his arm ,and um twist it. Vincent Smirks. " What was that about her being property little boy? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aah! Let go you.." Damien shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I would be careful of the next words if I were you kid. Cass looks to be in a bad mood." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I tried.. to be nice to you.. little brother. I didn't call you all those names.. though.. you've been mean tome .. Now I've had enough! You first I want you to um apoligise." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Never!" I twist his arm harder. " Okay! Fine Just let go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You will call.. me my name.. not 'property'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let me go Cassandra!" he cries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And you.. will say sorry.. to our.. brothers Tim , and Richard for saying .. that.. you are Batman's only .. Child!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I will! I will! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And who am I?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let me go Sister!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him go. " Now .. you will be good.. until you have to leave? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes. " He sobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent. Laughs. " Ha! You got off easy there kid you should see her when she's really mad. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just stares at me scared... Looks like he'll behave now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-5172856240711446446?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5172856240711446446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=5172856240711446446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5172856240711446446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5172856240711446446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/batgirl-little-brothers.html' title='Batgirl: Little brothers.'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6882319046726760699</id><published>2007-11-09T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:45:11.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with  Jon the IG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2007/11/warttr.html"&gt; Jon The Intergalactic Gladiator somehow found his way into my Batcave. &lt;/a&gt; He wanted to use the Batcomputer to find out about his spiritual journey he has been having with dreams. Seems past presidents are giving him their powers. As long as Tony Stark doesn't win I'm fine with Jon being some kind of chosen one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going fine until his sidekick Hudson came out like this. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVElFVCDTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aX1zkmEJIog/s1600-h/hudsonrobin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVElFVCDTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aX1zkmEJIog/s200/hudsonrobin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131082754334788914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was Wearing Jason's costume from his memorial case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hudson!" I growl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? I just saw the thing sitting in the glass tube over there,” he said innocently. “I figured since no one else was wearing it, I could try it on. I don’t see how Robin can run around in this thing, boy are these tights uncomfortable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hudson! Take that off now!" I clench my fists. Then before I can do anything Jason enters like Nightwing, and Damien who have already gotten here early in time Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVGBFVCDUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RFgBkprhZ1g/s1600-h/305px-Red_hood_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVGBFVCDUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RFgBkprhZ1g/s200/305px-Red_hood_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131084334882753858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who's this @$$#%? And what's he doing in my costume?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason goes for Hudson's throat I grab him and make him settle down. Good thing since Jon was about to use his Wristcomm. " Red Hood ! I'll handle this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do you have anything to drink?" Jason sneers at Hudson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your only eighteen and no. Now go up stairs. I turn my gaze to Hudson. " Now you change out of that uniform!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an uncomfortable silence as Jon looks uncomfortable finally he starts staring at the Batpoles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-cerebro.html"&gt; Bet you haven't seen anything like those huh?" &lt;/a&gt; I say trying to break the silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um so Apache Chief huh? " Jon abruptly changes the subject." In case I want to find him.. where would he be?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him Chief's last known location. Then Hudson comes out in another costume from a memorial. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVMF1VCDVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wSGT9S9Kyls/s1600-h/Hudson+Robin+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVMF1VCDVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wSGT9S9Kyls/s200/Hudson+Robin+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131091013556899154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh my word!" Alfred yells at this.. display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin drives his bike in and stares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson. Laughs. " Man this costume is much better it has pants. but what's with the kilt and blonde wig?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'll kill you!" Robin declares, before I stop him as well. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glare over at Hudson and Jon. " Get out! NOW!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No problem." They leave as quickly as possible, leaving behind the costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Puts Stephanie's costume back into it's memorial and stares at it. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVOxlVCDWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Eq8tkXlxHas/s1600-h/Forgotten_Soldier_by_overgrownbat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVOxlVCDWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Eq8tkXlxHas/s200/Forgotten_Soldier_by_overgrownbat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131093964199431522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien breaks the silence. " Foolish impostor. The girl is alive. Instead of sobbing over her dirty laundry why don't you call her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Impostor?" Tim's murderous look returns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Smiles. " Yes I am the only true child of Batman. All the rest of you the circus boy, the zombie and the eugenics experiment by my grandfather are pretenders." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Their names are Dick and Cassandra you Satanic little brat!" I notice he left out Jason though Tim and Jason haven't really gotten along. Looks as if they are about to fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVRZVVCDXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OdUH1qY0e2U/s1600-h/Robin+vs+Damien.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVRZVVCDXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OdUH1qY0e2U/s200/Robin+vs+Damien.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131096846122487154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I step in. " Tim! Damien! you will not fight in my cave or my home! Do i make myself clear? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sure Bruce." Robin mumbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes Father. " Damien bows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still one more of my children has yet to make her appearance. Perhaps this was a bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6882319046726760699?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6882319046726760699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6882319046726760699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6882319046726760699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6882319046726760699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/visit-with-jon-ig.html' title='A visit with  Jon the IG.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RzVElFVCDTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aX1zkmEJIog/s72-c/hudsonrobin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-7759573864010380523</id><published>2007-11-04T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:07:20.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving planning.</title><content type='html'>It seems that the Arkham breakout was just a ploy by Nightwing to get us all to go Trick or Treating. He kept talking about how we need to be more of a family, That and he's engaged to Barbra Gordon, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it isn't the Alien. Anyway. I have been thinking about the family since that night. There was too many members not there. Cassandra, Jason, and Damien weren't there. ( What was Talia thinking with that name?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to Invite them to Thanksgiving Well Cassandra was going to get one anyway. Possibly Stephanie and Gwen will get one as well. Jason was shocked by the invite when I called him but he accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dialed up Cassandra in her cave from the Bat Computer and asked her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Only... if Vincent can come." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cassandra. You know I don't like that boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He goes.. Or I don't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I miss the days when she didn't talk and took orders. Where did she pick up this rebellious attitude? " Fine Cassandra. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred serves me some tea and a sandwich. " Master Bruce, perhaps it would be a good idea to try and get along with the young Mistress' suitor. If for nothing else to help control Jason, and Damien." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You don't believe me Tim And Dick are up to it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Sir. But A super powered alien is a good deterrent. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes. " I still don't like him, But he's coming any way So don't try to sale him to me. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Will Diana Prince be making an appearance?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have no idea. " I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interrupted by a call from Green Arrow. " Bats! Some kid Beat up my son! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Was it Vincent Again?" I sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No and this is why I'm talking to you. It was someone named Cain.Bruce Cain. One of your buddy David's kids. And I wanna know if you your gonna help me take that Bastard down?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let me get some information on this Bruce Cain, and I'll tell you then. Going in hot headed will not help you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmph. Whatever Bats!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up files on this "Bruce Cain. " I find it odd that David would give one of his children that name. He did train me when I was younger, but we were never close. In fact after i found out the abuse he put Cassandra through I put him in to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a picture that was taken of Bruce. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ry6tUIAISII/AAAAAAAAAFw/oHgiw6pQUyM/s1600-h/Bruce+ready+for+action.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ry6tUIAISII/AAAAAAAAAFw/oHgiw6pQUyM/s200/Bruce+ready+for+action.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129227586878589058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God." I think to my self. I don't want to believe my first impression. &lt;br /&gt;this man is obviously a saiyan. And the strange hair color only comes from Bulma's Children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Computer. Analyse face of subject Bruce Cain To faces of Cassandra Cain and Vincent Briefs. Give probability of him being related to the two ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results come back 95% probability of relation to both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Alfred looks as if you may need to set another place at the table for my "grand son". "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I see ." Alfred remarks. " Well Master Thomas did have a fondness for wearing strange wigs as well. I suppose it's genetic. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to know that about dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-7759573864010380523?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7759573864010380523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=7759573864010380523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/7759573864010380523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/7759573864010380523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-planning.html' title='Thanksgiving planning.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ry6tUIAISII/AAAAAAAAAFw/oHgiw6pQUyM/s72-c/Bruce+ready+for+action.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6909029140469976225</id><published>2007-10-30T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:36:47.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat Halloween</title><content type='html'>Nightwing tells me he has something to tell me and it's big. Likely he had some hot date or something. Looks like Bruce Wayne won't be having a Halloween party this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Batman is going to be a little busy. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ryeuw4AISHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aejqBB_oPzk/s1600-h/long_halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ryeuw4AISHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aejqBB_oPzk/s200/long_halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127258855474481266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween . Now back to  the super criminal hunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6909029140469976225?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6909029140469976225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6909029140469976225&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6909029140469976225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6909029140469976225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/bat-halloween.html' title='Bat Halloween'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ryeuw4AISHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aejqBB_oPzk/s72-c/long_halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-8409306671570491839</id><published>2007-10-23T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:35:16.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Boy Wonders</title><content type='html'>I know everyone has been asking me how the date went with Wonder Woman. I don't kiss and tell so don't ask me. When I return home, I found this happening. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rx6HYc1k2EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AtjwoPRw7kU/s1600-h/8506_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rx6HYc1k2EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AtjwoPRw7kU/s200/8506_400x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124682280121718850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull Nightwing off off Robin. " What are you doing Richard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He's been drinking again." Nightwing protests . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin grabs a ....tippy cup? jumps in the Batmobile raving about how we'll never catch him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Great now he can be anywhere. Great work Bruce." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Actually Master Richard. " Alfred states, " Master Bruce has been neglecting the refueling of the Batmobile he will probably only make it to the front about two feet outside the cave." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug " Gas is expensive. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your a billionaire." Dick frowns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I actually haven't had the chance and Alfred 's been refusing to do it after the time Cassandra jumped out of driver's side yelling "Boo!" Maybe Barbara shouldn't have let her watch all those horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Well I better go out into the front yard, and retrieve Robin looks like some one's going back to rehab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-8409306671570491839?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8409306671570491839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=8409306671570491839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8409306671570491839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8409306671570491839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/war-of-boy-wonders.html' title='War of the Boy Wonders'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rx6HYc1k2EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AtjwoPRw7kU/s72-c/8506_400x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-3118253150102546412</id><published>2007-10-13T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T04:21:02.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hh</title><content type='html'>I feel odd. Not that I have to wear this suit.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RxCf3M1k2CI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gsv7zCVhn8Q/s1600-h/Bruce+Wayne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RxCf3M1k2CI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gsv7zCVhn8Q/s200/Bruce+Wayne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120768547007813666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Bruce Wayne I often dress like this, no the fact that the person I'm going to see dressed like this is Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just feels weird. " Alfred? Are you sure this is the appropriate ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why yes sir." My butler replies. " You look smashing. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But it just seems strange. that our date would be have me wear something like this. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change the subject. " Did you find Gwen yet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you nervous about this date Master Bruce?" He laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Answer the question." I roll my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes sir she snuck into the teleporter back to her home, I found her in Mistress Cassandra's cave along with one of Master Timothy's teammates Ravager I think she's called. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Fix the teleporter so a two year old can't figure it out. Second note Install better security in Cassandra's cave. Though the talk of Ravager does remind me. " Has Tim answered any of your calls?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No sir, he probably just needs some time to grieve alone. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing more than grieving the Death of Bart Allen. " Get me the list of all the names involved with the boy's death, and pass it along to Wally West and all JLA members this means war. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred sighs. " Can you not think of the mission or one day?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile "Fine old friend... is that door bell?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answer the door to find Dina dressed like this. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RxCoJs1k2DI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/77fsb3sCHXw/s1600-h/Wonder+Woman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RxCoJs1k2DI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/77fsb3sCHXw/s200/Wonder+Woman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120777660928415794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bruce? Why are you wearing that? Didn't you get the message that we go hiking?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over to Alfred. " Um Sorry Sir.. The phone service is dreadful ever since Prince Vincent smashed the phone company I thought she said 'Viking' and assumed you were going to a museum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hh. I would have assumed Thor was protesting our date again. As i go to change clothes I make another note to myself. get Wayne Enterprises to hasten the rebuilding of the the structures ape boy destroyed. Or buy Alfred a hearing aid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-3118253150102546412?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3118253150102546412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=3118253150102546412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3118253150102546412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3118253150102546412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/hh.html' title='Hh'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RxCf3M1k2CI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gsv7zCVhn8Q/s72-c/Bruce+Wayne.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4597940328988744321</id><published>2007-10-02T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:14:51.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It never ends.</title><content type='html'>Jason was injured by a Xenomrphs acid blood. I followed him into the sewers . After some time this huge Queen Xenomorph. attacks me from out of the shadows, damn I had thought Superman had defeated all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sudden the sound of gunfire tears through the silence just as bullets tear through the alien. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RwH6k81k2BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H0-kBEXlDGM/s1600-h/Alien--BrackensTerror1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RwH6k81k2BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H0-kBEXlDGM/s200/Alien--BrackensTerror1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116646164382668818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And you say my way is wrong. " Jason coughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your hurt let me help you." I plead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs. " You've helped me enough Batman. " He pushes a button on his belt, and teleports, &lt;a href="http://ravenofhope.blogspot.com/2007/10/hunger.html"&gt; Somewhere. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for me to do but go home. Alfred had reminded me of my date with Wonder Woman. Me I'm glad Jason won't be problem for a while, since he's under SHIELD watch. Azreal On the other hand may still be a problem especially if he's still stalking Vampirella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm pondering this, the JLA communicator blares an alarm. I turn on the Bat computer, and Diana pops up on the screen. " Bruce. Darkseid has appeared in West City, we need all members there immediately. " Her tone lightens." First, The TX releases Xenomorphs and Predators, and now Darkseid is invading. If I didn't know better I'd think your manipulating this to avoid our date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm good, but not that good. " I reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Was that a joke?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maybe. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There's hope for you yet Batman. Wonder Woman out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does she mean by that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4597940328988744321?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4597940328988744321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4597940328988744321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4597940328988744321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4597940328988744321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-never-ends.html' title='It never ends.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RwH6k81k2BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H0-kBEXlDGM/s72-c/Alien--BrackensTerror1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-296136658457230680</id><published>2007-09-23T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:21:12.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Batman revealed</title><content type='html'>( Note this happened before Vegeta's latest posts. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Miss Martian scan my mind, just to be sure I had not lost my mind and decided to stalk Vampirella in my sleep. Usually I would have J'onn do it, but he's off fighting drunks with Deadpool or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it was not me, but she also said I should look into being more happy. She mentioned rainbows , and puppies. I grunt, and leave. So I have to stakeout Vampirella's mansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the teleporter in the cave to go to Cass' cave, then I drive outside West City on the way Nightwing calls me. " Hey Bruce! Your going to give me lots of Dr. Pepper now!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost afraid to ask. " What did you do Richard?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;a href="http://princessoftheamazons.blogspot.com/2007/09/holy-date-setup-batman.html"&gt; I set you up with Wonder Woman."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nightwing! How many times have I told you if my enemies discovered I had someone close to me they would do everything they can to make sure she's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He snorts over the cell phone. " Yeah I can see Diana really being afraid of the Penguin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes . " Ok I'll go on the date, but I'm not guaranteeing anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could almost feel the smugness over the phone. " You'll thank me later. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Nightwing. " I say slightly irritated. I push all this out of my mind, when I reach the outside of the mansion. I stay hidden in the shadows. but it seems Vegeta's Son had found me . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RvdIt81k2AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r0syQc2Xlkw/s1600-h/trunkskkp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RvdIt81k2AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r0syQc2Xlkw/s200/trunkskkp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113635856164640770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm sick of your obsession. " He growls and attacks me at super speed, The thing about those with speed powers is they will get a few shots in. Lucky for me, he's not trying to kill me while he's speeding around me I toss out a Batarang, that was like a flash bang grenade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his eyes are stung, I take out a weapon that was first created by Captain Koma, a synapse disrupter. And plunge it into his brain. He shakes tries to get up, and I hit with it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell unconscious. I look around to make sure I don't have to use the the weapons I have against the devil boy or the composite alien girl. No They are not around. but I hear the vampire shout. " Bruce ! How many times have I told you I'm not interested?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around, she's no where near me . The voice came from the mansion. I take out my grapple hook. I smash through the window to see another man in a Batman costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So. You've decided to interfere!" The other Batman shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glare. " You used my name and my costume, and you didn't think I would stop it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He charges me and tosses several Batarangs I dodge them and land a kick in his soalr plexus He foot sweeps me me I land hard, but jump back to my feet and land left hook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we battle I notice something, he has some of my moves, but his style seems more like the ones the Order of St. Dumas use. Then I know who this is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azrael_(comics)"&gt;"Azrael!" &lt;/a&gt; What are you doing? I thought you were dead!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So you figured it out Bruce. " He smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why Jean Paul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered this man after, I had trained him, and broke his conditioning as an assassin. After Bane had broke my back, I had chose Jean Paul Valley to be Batman. I know that was a bad idea, but I was on a lot of pain killers at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm lonely!" Azrael announces. " But what woman would want Azrael? So I used all the gadgets you gave me when I was Batman to disguise my scent, ki everything. it did work with Poison Ivy, But this one, is something special! And I will have her!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampirella slashed Jean Paul's mask, cutting his face, for the first time she saw who her tormentor truly was. He starts raving. " If I can't have you Vampi no one will!" He screams before jumping out the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I jump out after him Vampirella stops me . " Sorry Bruce I thought he was you.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Whatever." I state, before leaping to to find Valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could catch up to him, I get a call from the JLA. Seems Cyberdyne is being attacked by the hunting aliens I had battled before, the bug like xenomorphs, that Superman had faced , and terminator robots from the future. Normally I would ignore it, until I heard Jason was in the thick of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he hates me I still think of him like a son, I'm not going to let him die again. After getting back to the cave, I meet Superman on the way to face the threat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-296136658457230680?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/296136658457230680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=296136658457230680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/296136658457230680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/296136658457230680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/fake-batman-revealed.html' title='Fake Batman revealed'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RvdIt81k2AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/r0syQc2Xlkw/s72-c/trunkskkp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4975801531026954583</id><published>2007-09-18T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:20:10.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy doubles Batman!</title><content type='html'>I found the other batman fighting thugs in my city. it took longer than expected since all the heroes fought off an invasion of the so called "Sinestro Corps." What's worse is Sueprboy Prime is free again. Fortunately their war has gone back into space. With Hal Jordan and John Stewart both leaving the planet to battle with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is a saiyan girl has a Green Lantern ring now. Hopefully Vegeta will be smart enough to keep her away from the Guardains and their cloak and dagger games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the other Batman. While he was fighting the gang members who I was waiting to capture later after they lead me to their boss, he was playing some kind of music on his utility belt" Nah Nah Nah nah Batman!" And every time he punches someone, there's a noise like Biff! Boff! Zowie! I have no explanation for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my plans are shot. I might as well confront this doppelganger. I leap down and stare at glare at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Great Gotham!" He exclaims. Are you a fan? I'm sorry, but you have the costume wrong the cape is blue not black and that Bat Symbol is way too big.And why are you trying to look so fearsome? The people of Gotham wouldn't trust you like that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your in the wrong universe. " I explain. " I'm Batman here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh if that's so tell me Chum. What's your name and why did you decide to use the bat as your symbol?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hh. I don't like telling my real name , for all I know he comes from a Universe where Santa Claus is Batman. But I need to get him out of my city and back to his own, that and I need to know if he's the one stalking Vampirella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bruce. And The bat is is because criminals are a superstitious cowardly lot.That and I also wear this costume to inspire others to fight against crime." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks me over and smiles. " You are me aren't you? " Then he frowns. " The state of your city though, You haven't done very well have you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was insulted by." I don't know what your Universe is like mister.. but mine has the most dangerous criminals." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I say another word a batarang goes for my face. I catch it and and see Robin, but not the Robin from this reality. " look out Batman he's evil just look at that costume." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like Dick, not Tim. but he's hyper extremely hyper like that Tim when the Richard of my Universe was twelve and drank an entire case of DR. Pepper in an hour. Me and Alfred had to scrape him off the ceiling that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Old chum." the other Batman starts. " What have I told you about books and their covers?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm sorry Batman but he looks like some kind of evil you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other me grins. " Don't worry about it . We'll go home and I'll get you chocolate milk. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Whoopie!" The Alternate Robin cheers. This.... is strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Old chum is something wrong?" The other Batman asks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well.. I saw Batgirl, at least I thought it was her. She had some kind new costume. And it well wasn't as nice as the other one I couldn't see her face, or her pretty hair. So asked her Babs Why are you dressed all weird? And I gave a flower, and and a kiss on the cheek when this weird animal boy hit me He looked like he put a stores worth of hair gel on. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no. he's met the saiyan boy." I think to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That explains why you have a black eye But why do you look like something bad happened?" the other Batman interrogates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well he was strong. Real strong but I noticed he wasn't looking at the full moon. I thought maybe he had a weakness to it and I jumped in front of it to get him to look at the moon. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I don't like where this is going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Go on my old friend. " Other Bats keeps up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well he did look at it , and he started convulsing and yelling. Then he got big real big. and I yelled there he is Holy King Kong Batman!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mad. "You damned kid! You unleashed a saiyan ape on my city!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Batman and Robin both gasped. " You said a bad word!" other Robin declares! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Robin !" Other me yells. He sprays me with something. " My Bat curse repellent will show him the error of his ways!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that was it stung my moth. then he took a small pill out of his belt and it inflated into what looked like a kiddie pool. " Get in old Chum! My Bat universal transport will get us out of this insane Universe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really shouldn't have worked, But whatever there is no way I can believe someone who acted as wholesome as that Batman would stalk Vampirella , and according to the JLA computers that was the last alternate Batman in the reality. So there are two options. I've had some kind of psychotic break, or Someone from this world is pretending to be me. I have to get my mind checked by a telepath, if it's not me, then I will have to solve this one way: Old fashioned stakeout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I have a giant monkey to get out of Gotham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4975801531026954583?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4975801531026954583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4975801531026954583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4975801531026954583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4975801531026954583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/holy-doubles-batman.html' title='Holy doubles Batman!'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-6076064123315515922</id><published>2007-09-13T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:40:10.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the trail of the fake Batman</title><content type='html'>I have found some more other universal interlopers. First one was Sweat pants Batman who seen here in his native universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FrBnTGR45yg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FrBnTGR45yg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His version of "Gotham " seems to be a suburb. And how nice of his version of the Riddler to stand around waiting for him to get finished with his very slow climb there. When The JLA Found his universe I was the butt of joke of many jokes until we found found "Sweat Pants with Red Briefs Superman" "Diaper Wonderwoman" " Female swimsuit over leotard Green Lantern." And my personal favorite " Flash with paunch." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I found "Sweatpants." in my Universe with his psychotic Robin trying to kill Bane. ( Who beat the living daylights out of both of them.)I capture both them and Bane. After Sweatpants Tells me that "girls are icky" II know he's not the fake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send him back to his own reality. Yes I have a dimensional portal in the cave. And, No I don't know where Ace went though I suspect in some other reality. He kept chewing on the dials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way the second fake Batman I found was One I call " Weak big nosed loser" Batman. Here he is in his native reality, and look how the JLA disrespect him. Hh. I wouldn't put up with that. &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JxPoZVQ108"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JxPoZVQ108" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't hard to find. He ran up to Jason Todd and started hugging him while sobbing. I found what was left of his body an hour later. So I have no idea if this one was the Batman that has been harassing Vampirella, though I'm fairly sure the giant nose would be a dead giveaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some investigation I found there is one more alternate Universe Batman still here. This one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RuoP76dHEFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u3W0zg5ehdk/s1600-h/Adam+West+Batman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RuoP76dHEFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u3W0zg5ehdk/s200/Adam+West+Batman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109914249183301714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-6076064123315515922?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6076064123315515922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=6076064123315515922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6076064123315515922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/6076064123315515922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-trail-of-fake-batman.html' title='On the trail of the fake Batman'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RuoP76dHEFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u3W0zg5ehdk/s72-c/Adam+West+Batman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-8472955035331855433</id><published>2007-09-08T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:24:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batgirl: Which Laura is it?</title><content type='html'>After coming back from the um future I Went to See Batman I had to be sure him, Tim, and Nightwing were alright... it sounds um silly. Bit after seem Tim die in the future, and being told Bruce was dead.. I had to see them here. I used the um thing Vella put up in my cave to go to Bruce's any way I had to to see if what Vegeta's family was saying about him was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found him sitting at the ah, computer. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/RuOKHN-g5KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UEtBSoyl_Z8/s1600-h/Bruce+Wayne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/RuOKHN-g5KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UEtBSoyl_Z8/s320/Bruce+Wayne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108078258983855266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cassandra I heard about your trip into an alternate future I'm glad you've come here I know how those can mess with your head." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm OK... How are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grunts. "Mad. Someone is pretending to be me, or is me from an alternate reality. I have no leads on finding him. That's why I was talking to Tim here." he points at the screen, I wave at Robin he does it back. " Iwanted to know if the pretend Batman has contacted him. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And he hasn't I don't know what to say." Robin's body language says he's confused.. and a little ...stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Thank you Robin, Batman out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bruce... did you show up at Justice's house.. and dance naked?" he gives me this.. weird look. He gets real mad. " No! there is someone trying to make me look like a fool! The same someone that lead Wolverine to fight with me in New York a few months back! Batgirl tell your little boyfriend, and his family for me that I AM NOT INTERESTED IN VAMPIRELLA!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His body language says he's not lying.. it is someone else. Which .. makes sense since.. he always seemed to like Catwoman, or the woman in um star panties and the glowing rope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Can I.. um borrow the Batcycle?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calms down. " Why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I was.. going to the Outsiders um place.. I need to see X-23 she kissed my boy.. and.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waves me away. " Go ahead I'd rather not hear about the teenage soap opera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I hope you .. stop the fake Batman." I smile and take the bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I will." He mutters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later I'm at the Outsiders' house. They are um, practicing. Kara is.. there.. I don't know why. I'm.. glad I have my mask on.. She wouldn't see my bad look at her I walk up behind Laura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/RuOVod-g5LI/AAAAAAAAACA/4xaEB9EMEaw/s1600-h/Batgirl_and_X_23_by_Agent_G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/RuOVod-g5LI/AAAAAAAAACA/4xaEB9EMEaw/s320/Batgirl_and_X_23_by_Agent_G.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108090924842411186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We need to talk." I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What I'm kinda busy Cain ya wantin' ta spar or somethin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'd rather.. not talk in front of.. them" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwing gets the res of the team. to go into the the place. " Why's Supergirl here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura shrugs. " Superboy was whinin' about her bein' in the Titans. Ya gotta problem wit' her or somethin'?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at her. ..." Yes same problem.. I have with you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You kissed Vincent. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body language.. wasn't what I thought it'd be.. She was confused. "Did .. Trunks tell you this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! I saw it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets angry. " Then someone's been pullin' yer chain! I ain't been in the states in weeks. It wasn't me. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's telling the truth. " There's.. a lot of that going around.. lately. Here.. give Nightwing his bo staff." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the X-men's place. I snuck in. Some lady.. in white with very little clothes on notices .. me but doesn't stop me. I find.. Another Laura. " Well well. If it isn't the Bat Bitch are ya here because Ya wanna fight me? Ya ain't gonna beat this time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I... Don't think your the Laura .. I fought. Why are you.. pretending to be my brother's friend?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nightwing ain't yer brother freak ya know what? I think I'll carve ya up and give ya as a gift to yer boy friend. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pops her.. um claws and goes for me eyes. I catch her hand and her claws keep growing.. that surprises me. She uses the fact that I'm um .. Off balance to claw me with a foot claw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit.. her in the face .. as hard as I can.. I forgot I wasn't fighting the real Laura. she falls ... hard. her mouth, and nose is bleeding... Green blood? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What the? My blood? Why the hell ain't I healin? What's with my blood? What's happenin' to me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs away screaming. I look at my hand.. where have .. I seen green blood before.. that's right when we found that.. um alien that can look like people. What did Vic um I mean the Question call it? Oh yes "Skrull."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-8472955035331855433?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8472955035331855433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=8472955035331855433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8472955035331855433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/8472955035331855433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/batgirl-which-laura-is-it.html' title='Batgirl: Which Laura is it?'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/RuOKHN-g5KI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UEtBSoyl_Z8/s72-c/Bruce+Wayne.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1825742757662026318</id><published>2007-09-05T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:32:57.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't let my partners near the Bat Computer.</title><content type='html'>The TX unit has said there are many searches on my computer for Vampirella pictures. Hh. Fine. Normally I don't listen to murderbots but curiosity got the better of me. I searched my isp records I found that I all I kind find for me is Searches that pertain to the Mission. Detective Searches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at Nightwing's search records. And there I found it. Not just searches For Vampirella, But Power Girl, Wonderwoman, Invisible Woman, She Hulk, Huntress Etc. Etc. And this IM From Oracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oracle: You know your going going to get in trouble for doing that to Bruce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwing: Nah! I just blame all those costumes with the Bat nipples on Robin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oracle: LOL! Poor Tim like he doesn't have enough problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwing: Well I could blame Spoiler for it then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oracle: Perfect! So are you going to wear the chaps tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwing: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting up anymore of that conversation. To think I fired Spoiler for making those stupid Bat-Nipple costumes, and it was Dick all along. Looks Like I have to apologise. This made me curious, what are the others looking up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin's searches started off normal. Then got strange here's some examples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to find and kill Myspace users. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloning for dummies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get Ex Dead Ex Girl friends, and Best friend's girl friends in a three way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he has a lot of IMS that go like this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin03: It's your fault That Mad Mod got away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konman: Nu -uh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin03: Uh Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konman: Nu-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on for three more pages like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we go to Batgirl who usually has help searching for things usually Alfred Or Spoiler. I'm really hoping It's Spoiler helping her with these searches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Martial Arts boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to please a Saiyan Warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler's aren't any better She seems to want to pay someone if it is who I suspect it is, well I don't know how she's going to get that kind of money. Here's the IM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilgrrrl: My dad is threatening to sue for custody of my daughter. If I pay you the price, you'll beat him up for me right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Joe: Sure kid. I ain't particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilgrrrl: Cool he's the Cluemaster you've heard of him right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Joe: Heh. That loser he ain't worth that much. How about I beat up someone else too? So I don't feel bad fer takin' yer money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilgrrrl: Okay I heard rumours that Black Mask has come back to life, he tirtured and killed me how about you do something special and real bad to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Joe: Heh. Ya got it kiddo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm going to have to have a long talk to Stephanie about hiring super powered enforcers. Especially when said enforcer is really the Hulk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred's searches bother me. They all have the words "Lonely French Maid" in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh is that all these people think about? Or maybe there's something wrong with me? perhaps I'm a little too obsessed with cleaning up Gotham. Hmm Perhaps I should get a date? Well after I find who the fake Batman is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1825742757662026318?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1825742757662026318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1825742757662026318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1825742757662026318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1825742757662026318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-shouldnt-let-my-partners-near-bat.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t let my partners near the Bat Computer.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-7104783542911866324</id><published>2007-08-29T05:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:37:28.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>It looks like another Crisis is coming. I just got over the last one. How do I know you may ask? Well first I saw this on my television. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RtVmpJex3zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bt_M8mQ26x4/s1600-h/flakiesexpressionfs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RtVmpJex3zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bt_M8mQ26x4/s200/flakiesexpressionfs3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104098609800011570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that horrible can be on television with out it being some portent of the end of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And second I found this in the Batcave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RtVzZZex31I/AAAAAAAAAEo/261zUXXRya8/s1600-h/batmanfamilyfredbeneslarge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RtVzZZex31I/AAAAAAAAAEo/261zUXXRya8/s200/batmanfamilyfredbeneslarge.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104112632868233042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batmen, Robins, Batgirls Batwomen, Catwomen, and others from the past, or other Universes. ( I'm kind of wondering about the Universe that Giant Batman In the back is from.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this made me think for more than a year now I've been accused of having some kind of obsession with Vampirella. Though I would admit she is attractive, I don't really trust meta humans. Especially blood sucking alien ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this was some kind of impersonator. But what if it's me, but from another reality. I don't like the implications. HHH. Looks Like I have to track this person down , and if he's from another reality put him back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I do that to everyone in the cave. This could take a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-7104783542911866324?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7104783542911866324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=7104783542911866324&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/7104783542911866324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/7104783542911866324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RtVmpJex3zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bt_M8mQ26x4/s72-c/flakiesexpressionfs3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-610151384914918805</id><published>2007-08-20T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:04:35.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I don't want to know</title><content type='html'>I had spent all night fighting Mr. Freeze and stopping his giant ice ray. So when I return home I didn't exactly expect Supergirl to slam into the Batmobile at high speed. Whatever it was that did this was strong since she just slumped on the ground, and passed out. We're talking Superman level power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I return to the Batcave, I find it in disarray. Holes smashed evrey where. Saiyans Laying in my broken trophy cases. my Giant Penny dented and the dinosaur's head knocked off. And worst of all Vegeta running around in his under wear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've seen many disgusting things over the years, but that takes the cake. I also see the Lazarus Pit I keep in the cave was opened up and glowing like it was used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I really don't want to know what's been going on If Batgirl decided to have a wild party or what I'm too tired to deal with it. I shake my head go up the stairs find a giant hole in my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And across the hall moaning in my bathtub bleeding from his mouth Superman's clone Kon-El. (Okay. That's not so bad I never really did like that kid. Especially his his annoying habit of sleeping with my female charges. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before I'm too tired to actually deal with whatever happened here. But I do know one thing. Dr. Briefs should expect a bill for repairs to mansion soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-610151384914918805?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/610151384914918805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=610151384914918805&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/610151384914918805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/610151384914918805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-i-dont-want-to-know.html' title='You know I don&apos;t want to know'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-3923188633230712154</id><published>2007-08-17T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:34:42.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vs Batgirl.</title><content type='html'>Kool-Aid had drugged Spoiler, and Batgirl with his evil drink. He set them both to attack me. Stephanie tossed some of the new devices Dr. Briefs had supplied her. I dodge them, not knowing what they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All capture tech. Some kind of glue, or restraints and other things. Worse Batgirl charged me only using her skills she rarely uses Batarangs unless she is fighting a Meta human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push a button on my belt and her utility belt falls apart, and Pepper spray is sprayed in her eyes . Cassandra had never considered the fact that I would gimmick her mask. Nightwing has said for years I needed to trust people more than I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of hard when everyone I know gets mind controlled at least once a month. Batgirl tore the lenses off her mask. And she she was busy Washing her eyes out Stephanie was was too concerned with her friend to realize until It was too late that I was going for her belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like Bulma had deactivated any fail safes I had in hers. So I took the distraction. She tried to fight me with her martial arts knowledge, Spoiler was never the most gifted student I've had. I was able to restrain her fairly quickly I leave her tied up until the drink wears off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condiment King. Sprays mustard on me. I am not in the best of moods for his shenanigans. While he 's laughing at me I Knock him out with a shot to the jaw. Kool-aid Screams "We're going to beat you Oh yeah!" I toss A batrang at him breaking his glass container. To which he shots " Oh No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wait for it. " I say. Then the Batarang explodes destroying his containment vessel. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsaSzZex3wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FgjWifZIPZQ/s1600-h/Broken+Kool+-aid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsaSzZex3wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FgjWifZIPZQ/s200/Broken+Kool+-aid.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099925039754632962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take out a little device I had for this occasion. I've ran into Kool_aid before though he's more of Robin's enemy. A Vacuum that sucked the liquid into a bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Batman can we talk bout this? " The captured .. whatever he really is begged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay Batgirl Kill him!" She attacks me from behind . I hadn't though she would recover from the pepper spray so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Batgirl! Stop this now!" I order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have.. a new master now. " Stupid mind control drink. She can't have taken much of it so she should snap out of it. Soon Until then I 'll have to defend myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsaWe5ex3xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qFh4JVE3MWk/s1600-h/Batman+VS+Batgirl1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsaWe5ex3xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qFh4JVE3MWk/s200/Batman+VS+Batgirl1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099929085613825810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After quites some time of blocking her, and getting hit pretty hard, and having to hit her back pretty hard. We end up fight each other all over the city. She finally starts getting a little sluggish the first sign Kool-Aid's control is wearing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pat her on the shoulder and she kicks me in the solar plexus here we go again. After defending my self some more.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsaY4Zex3yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZJksQ30tbFs/s1600-h/Batman+vs+Batgirl+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsaY4Zex3yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZJksQ30tbFs/s200/Batman+vs+Batgirl+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099931722723745570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I calmy but firmly utter. " Cassandra control yourself. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why don't you trust me?" She says in response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huh?" Is all I have to say to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" With Vincent , why don't you... trust me.. and my um decision?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why she still wanted to fight? " Because you been only taught how to kill by your father. Not how to interact socially. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can read.. Vincent pretty well..." She starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You said the same thing about Kon-El." That gets a glare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And Like Kon this boy is a half alien as well. That and your not exactly used to these emotions. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugs " And .. when you were my age if Alfred.. had not let you train ... to become Batman?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not the same thing, And I trusted you enough to have a city mostly to your self. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had Nightwing, and Robin in it." She shakes her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cassandra the kid is a born killer. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts her hand out in a "stop" gesture. " Like me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's different he has a biological drive to fight constantly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He's a good person." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell I'm not going to win this argument like all the arguments I had with Dick about Starfire, Maybe If I just leave it alone this infatuation will end. " Fine let's take Kool-Aid to S.T.A.R. Labs, and Condiment King to Arkham ,and you and Spoiler can go back to West City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I left Stephanie tied to a lamppost. And just as i though when we get back there, she's complaining about her arms being stiff. Someone remind me why I though partners were a good idea again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-3923188633230712154?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3923188633230712154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=3923188633230712154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3923188633230712154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3923188633230712154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-vs-batgirl.html' title='Me vs Batgirl.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsaSzZex3wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FgjWifZIPZQ/s72-c/Broken+Kool+-aid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-3786350253079669046</id><published>2007-08-13T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:29:50.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the worst criminals.</title><content type='html'>Cassandra had come to the Batcave for some reason crying. she ended up in this position on the cave floor. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAGOAQ0QeI/AAAAAAAAADU/MFjLFBht9zU/s1600-h/Batgirl_Can_Angst_Too_by_overgrownbat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAGOAQ0QeI/AAAAAAAAADU/MFjLFBht9zU/s200/Batgirl_Can_Angst_Too_by_overgrownbat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098081615841870306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stayed like that for an hour, until we finally got that she and The half saiyan had broken up. I hated to say I told her so but I did. Maybe I shouldn't have given her the long speech &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAPmQQ0QfI/AAAAAAAAADc/X-maocPyozg/s1600-h/badcass7eh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAPmQQ0QfI/AAAAAAAAADc/X-maocPyozg/s200/badcass7eh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098091928058348018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She ended up running out. Odd she's never acted like this before. Though Nightwing says it's just because she's growing up. Me I still think Deathstroke's serum damaged her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Visit her the next day ( I am so glad Someone installed the a two teleporter from the Cave to The house in West City.) And find the two had made up. Not surprising that's how it seemed to work when I was a teenager, but in my case, I had to leave the area after I started a relationship because I needed more training, or needed to obtain some kind of knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didn't matter the business I had had nothing to do with the half alien boy. "Spoiler, Batgirl, I need you for a second. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler saluted and went "Sir!" I forgot how annoying her sense of humor can be. Well at least it's not as bad as Kon-El's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignore her. " Robin is off on a personal mission so I would like the two of you to patrol Gotham with me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Can I wear the Robin Costume again?" Stephanie smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No." I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But I looked cute in it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAT9gQ0QgI/AAAAAAAAADk/e-vy7cvZf70/s1600-h/robin4lf3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAT9gQ0QgI/AAAAAAAAADk/e-vy7cvZf70/s200/robin4lf3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098096725536817666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Stephanie NO!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like I hit a puppy. " OK i see why you would want Cass to help but why me ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because I want to see how much your skills have improved. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of nights were rather uneventful. We stopped a carjacking ring. intercepted a shipment the Penguin was trying to smuggle into Gotham Harbor. then we ended up fighting the Joker along with a self styled "Batwoman" And Renee Montoya who for some reason has taken to dressing like the Question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask myself the though why can't they just keep the Joker in Arkham? It's getting to be a weekly occurrence that I have to put fight him again. Then tonight something strange happened we tracked down the culprits of several robberies, Turns out they were masterminded by Kool-aid &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAaRAQ0QhI/AAAAAAAAADs/xNDjMOVNnAE/s1600-h/Kool_aid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAaRAQ0QhI/AAAAAAAAADs/xNDjMOVNnAE/s200/Kool_aid.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098103657614033426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Condiment King. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAa7wQ0QiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3QbjJfqoJ4g/s1600-h/CondimentKing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAa7wQ0QiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3QbjJfqoJ4g/s200/CondimentKing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098104392053441058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help my reaction to such a team up. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAcPgQ0QjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0IPOqUFx5ZQ/s1600-h/1185907622393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAcPgQ0QjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0IPOqUFx5ZQ/s200/1185907622393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098105830867485234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kool-Aid was bragging about his plan. " Soon we will control the Gotham Under world Oh yeah!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler Jumps out throwing these pellets that that exploded into some kind of adhesive around several henchman quipping " Macho Man called he wants his catchphrase back!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh so much for the element of surprise. I have to admit after the last few weeks of fighting Skrulls Saiyans, and other assorted super powered menaces. It's kind of nice to fight henchman with stupid words on their shirts like "Tasty" and "Yummy." How much does the Henchman union pay these people to do this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After beating them down, and making condiment King slip on the ketchup and mustard he squirted all over the place. I thought this case was pretty much wrapped up until Kool-Aid starts laughing. " Batman I forced your side kicks to drink my Kool-aid! Now they are under my control! Kill him girls!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes Master," They say in unison. This is just perfect. I think to my self sarcastically&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-3786350253079669046?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3786350253079669046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=3786350253079669046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3786350253079669046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3786350253079669046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/attack-of-worst-criminals.html' title='Attack of the worst criminals.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RsAGOAQ0QeI/AAAAAAAAADU/MFjLFBht9zU/s72-c/Batgirl_Can_Angst_Too_by_overgrownbat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1961737637620624044</id><published>2007-07-28T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:51:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family troubles</title><content type='html'>Cassandra, and Vincent weren't Skrulls. But when I entered the the cave that is adjacent to the house that is ere that "Legacy" Team lives for the most part. I knew something was wrong When I find Cassandra with her costume torn and a strange glow behind her. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RqvodAQ0QaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YUPrmuDRc38/s1600-h/Destruction__s_Daughter_by_penguin_commando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RqvodAQ0QaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YUPrmuDRc38/s200/Destruction__s_Daughter_by_penguin_commando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092419388656861602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon realized it was a super saiyan glow. I glared at the kid, that stupid boy Vincent. In her bed. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RqvsWAQ0QbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G07ZRXOqpdw/s1600-h/sexy_vegeta_by_brocken_jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RqvsWAQ0QbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G07ZRXOqpdw/s200/sexy_vegeta_by_brocken_jr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092423666444288434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some loud angry words and I stormed out . When I finally returned home I changed out of my Costume,and exited from out of the Grandfather clock entrance to the Batcave, and am surprised by a little blonde girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who you?" she asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's the same question I was going to ask you." I think to myself though I doubt a two year old would understand it. Instead what comes out is "Alfred!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that Tim had left Stephanie's daughter here. I know I was going to hear him yell about it after he hears what my next move was I found the girl's mother, Seems she took the utility belt back that Robin took from her some time back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. there is a tracking device in it, So I was able to use the JLA teleporter to go right to her. Though Green Arrow complained. Until I threatened to have the Question Reinstated to the League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a bad enough time arguing with Hawkman every five minutes. Add an Objectivest conspiracy theorist, and Arrow would no longer have the time to regale us with ideas. That and Sage would start calling Ollie by his favorite nick name for him "Marxist Twit." Well he stopped talking about my waste of energy. ( I am not using the Batwing again to go to West City. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After appearing in West City, I watch Spoiler defeat some small time crooks. After she ties them up for the police She climbs up a building and there I meet her. " Stephanie." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" AAAAAAH!" &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rqv2wgQ0QcI/AAAAAAAAADE/keg7--JI3Ho/s1600-h/batgk37bj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rqv2wgQ0QcI/AAAAAAAAADE/keg7--JI3Ho/s200/batgk37bj1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092435116827099586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Damn! Just don't jump out at people!" She shrieks. " What did I do this time?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Robin has left your daughter at my mansion. " I state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just silent for a few seconds. "Can I see her?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, but it will be difficult, if not impossible for you to raise her alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She 's just quiet. " Watchtower.... Two for beam up!" I command. After she plays with the child, while not really telling of her relationship with her, I find where Stephanie's father, Arthur Brown, AKA Cluemaster, AKA Reformer, And his wife are these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Stephanie wasn't looking I went into Gotham and found Arthur. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rqv9iQQ0QdI/AAAAAAAAADM/YICIs5Twbk8/s1600-h/Cluemast.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rqv9iQQ0QdI/AAAAAAAAADM/YICIs5Twbk8/s200/Cluemast.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092442568595358162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Reformer." I start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What the hell do you want Batman? Haven't you taken enough from me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's about your daughter..." I start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You don't say anything about her! Your the one that killed her!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She would have never went into crime fighting if it wasn't for you." I tell him his response is to throw a punch. That I easily dodge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Arthur Stephanie is alive." I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What is this? Some kind of sick joke Batman? It's ain't the least bit funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No Joke. Batgirl did .. something that I still don't understand, and she lives again. Are you aware that she had a daughter?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah, I'm aware."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have her somewhere safe. and I believe Stephanie wants to raise her, but she needs help. You seem to have actually changed for the better this time, I hope for your daughter and granddaughter's sake you truly have." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to leave the when he starts talking. " Let's say for a second I believe you Batman. First Is she that Spoiler that's been appearing in West City? Second have you been trying to use her as a weapon like you have that Robin kid, and Batgirl?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I've been trying to get her to quit the hero life, as Robin has as well. She's stubborn. Stay here I'll bring her back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her to reluctantly see her father, they argued for what seemed like hours.but they both Agreed to try to at least co exist for now. And Arthur offered to help with Gwen, though. Stephanie. " You screwed up my life Dad! No way am I letting you screw up hers!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And you think you can raise a daughter with a team of misfits? You have school you know!" He shoots back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" yeah well Batgirl can watch when I'm at School." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. There is no way I'm letting creepy ninja girl around my granddaughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmph. She's a better influence that you are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not Cluemaster anymore, I know I messed up, but Just give me a chance." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it." She sighs " Ok. Dad you can baby sit, but if you treat her like you did me, well Batman isn't the only thing you have to worry about got it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the perfect situation, but I'll be watching Mr. Brown. Besides I have offered to allow Stephanie to let Gwen stay the mansion when she needs to. By using The saiyan girl to transport her,. ( I don't trust Inertia.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she returns home, she asks " Was I really Robin?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have already answered that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah you were telling that to a dying girl, but the truth?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes you were Robin, Tim had quit, but as he said I need a Robin. I fired you because of your problem with taking orders. I thought you could die, I hate being right sometimes." She stares at me. " Though you are getting better I watched you fight. As I told Cassandra, you are allowed back any time you want. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah. I'll think I'll just keep training with Question, he won't fire me every  5 seconds. But hey thanks for y'know everything. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this works out. Though I have my reservations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1961737637620624044?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1961737637620624044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1961737637620624044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1961737637620624044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1961737637620624044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/family-troubles.html' title='Family troubles'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RqvodAQ0QaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YUPrmuDRc38/s72-c/Destruction__s_Daughter_by_penguin_commando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-439206099883644160</id><published>2007-07-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:54:04.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an invasion.</title><content type='html'>The Skrull told me evreything. I have him teleported to the Watchtower. Meanwhile I tell Nightwing the situation. " They are trying to sow distrust among the superheroes that have defeated them over and over. While we are fighting each other. They come in, and take over. He gave me a list of those he knows are Skrulls. there are others. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So how do you know who to trust?" Nightwing asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for a second. " You could do as I do. Don't trust anyone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolls his eyes. " Yeah that's just what I need. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do as you want. I have to go back to the Cave." I head towards the Batwing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What about Gwen?" He shouts . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That will have to wait until later." I state gruffly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Batwing I connect to the Cave's computer, and have it sift through data to find Skrulls. The parameters are acting strange compared to past actions. Among many others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's doing that I'm going to take a quick stop in while I'm in California. Capsule Corp in West City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I land. I see Dr. Bulma Briefs exiting her laboratory. " Okay, Cassandra isn't here, and Vegeta is in space. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Actually I came here to see you." I respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um what?" She gives me an odd look. " I'm flattered but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I was wanting that device that changes Skrulls back to their real forms." I interrupt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh." She sighs." Okay. I can give you designs But we need the one we have here. But you have to do something for me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh what ? " I look at her suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Leave Vincent , and Cass alone. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grind my teeth. " You have a deal the world, is more important, than the fact that Cassandra is making a huge mistake." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shakes her head. " What you don't remember what it was like to be at that age? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At their age I trained, and studied honing my skills fore the Mission. Though She has great martial arts skills her mind still needs to sharpened. For the day when I can no longer protect Gotham. Batgirl, and Robin take my place. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Obsessed much?" She mutters. " I'll go get the designs. " After a few minutes of waiting. She gives them too me. As I look over them I have some ideas of how to miniaturize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I look at the computer results , for suspects that could be Skrulls. It looks like I have to break my promise to Dr. Briefs. The first on the List Is Cassandra Cain. While the second is no surprise Stephanie Brown. Could her resurrection have really been to good to be true? Yes. Looks like it. I guess While I'm here I should find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-439206099883644160?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/439206099883644160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=439206099883644160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/439206099883644160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/439206099883644160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-invasion.html' title='It&apos;s an invasion.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4627040583795948856</id><published>2007-07-14T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T02:36:33.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skrulls in  the Tower.</title><content type='html'>" Master Bruce?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes Alfred?" I turn to my butler who acts like he's been wanting to find the right words about something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Superman called he was at Titan's Tower and saw a little blonde girl being taken care of by Master Timothy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" By little girl you mean.... ?" Because If Alfred is trying to tell me of Robin's love life with one of the Titans I'd rather not hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Child sir. He has been feeding and clothing a little girl for days. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Then something hit me from two years back Spoiler had an absence of exactly nine months from active superhero duty. Common Sense told me she was pregnant. A little detective work told me it wasn't Tim's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept track of the child after Stephanie died, and sent money to the adoptive parents. I haven't thought about it since the Bludhaven disaster. I just assumed.... Well perhaps I shouldn't assume things. Though there is the possibility of it being another blonde child. I decided I should investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the thought if the child is alive and there's records of her, the Question would probably stumble on them in one of his paranoid background checks. The man can be unpredictable. He might tell Stephanie about her, or he might believe it's all part of his imaginary conspiracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to Titan's Tower I see this is in several cities. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpiHb7hofPI/AAAAAAAAACc/WNZZOEtGKfI/s1600-h/advertising3hb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpiHb7hofPI/AAAAAAAAACc/WNZZOEtGKfI/s320/advertising3hb6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086964693019950322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to guess Clark's clone is at it again. Inside the Tower I find said clone with Kryptonite on him,and the Martian girl on fire I take the rock and put it In my belt. When he recovers Conner blows out the fire on the martian.  I get ready for battle keeping to the shadows, I watch as Kid Flash and Nightwing battle with Raven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl has gone rouge before, so I shouldn't be surprised. But the strange thing she wasn't using magic. She was using brute force, and was soon defeated by my Protege' and the young speedster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's knocked out I see why they are battling. She's a Skrull. "Batman! How long have you been there?" Nightwing asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just got here. " I respond. " I want to talk to Tim About this child he's taking care of." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah about that... Tim thinks your going to go nuts and kill Spoiler, because it's um hers. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know. I've known for some time, and no I'm not going to kill anyone, but that can wait until later." I took a neurotoxin, that Heroslayer used on shape shifters to freeze their powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people laugh at me for keeping things like this in my belt. Though I have no doubts the Skrull activity on Earth has intensified, since that idiot Vegeta decided to kick a hornet's nest by openly challenging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the reason he took thatt course  is because they infiltrated his ranks. Meaning they have an agenda. "Nightwing." I order. Some habits die hard.  "Take Kid flash, and the rest out of here. They don't need to see what's going to happen next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my attention to the shape changer. " Now we're going to have a long talk. about your plan, and where the real Raven is. And yes it is going to hurt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpiVcbhofQI/AAAAAAAAACk/tI-a60rK2BU/s1600-h/Bats+Shadow..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpiVcbhofQI/AAAAAAAAACk/tI-a60rK2BU/s200/Bats+Shadow..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086980094772673794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpiWAbhofRI/AAAAAAAAACs/dKcc-Mgq2zk/s1600-h/Scared+Skrull..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpiWAbhofRI/AAAAAAAAACs/dKcc-Mgq2zk/s200/Scared+Skrull..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086980713247964434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4627040583795948856?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4627040583795948856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4627040583795948856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4627040583795948856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4627040583795948856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/skrulls-in-tower.html' title='Skrulls in  the Tower.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpiHb7hofPI/AAAAAAAAACc/WNZZOEtGKfI/s72-c/advertising3hb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-5043727232844479925</id><published>2007-07-07T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:09:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joker's weird.</title><content type='html'>The Shredder teleported out of my city after having a confrontation with Deathstroke, and and Elektra, and another fight with Wolverine. I don't care where they went after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a couple of days recovering from the injuries I received from Logan, &lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2007/07/batgirl-boy-is-mine.html"&gt; and making up with Cassandra.&lt;/a&gt; I finally track down the Joker. And this battle was well strange. I don't want to talk about it too much.. all I know is a picture is worth a thousand words. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpB8V0qSrEI/AAAAAAAAACU/-e08x35UQxo/s1600-h/batmanandrobinsurfcontemx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpB8V0qSrEI/AAAAAAAAACU/-e08x35UQxo/s320/batmanandrobinsurfcontemx1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084700693656415298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I fight that clown I end up doing something embarrassing. And that's not Robin on the surfboard just some random kid that Joker dressed up, and strapped to his surf board. Long story short I captured Joker again, and he is once again in Arkham Asylum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope they can keep him locked up for more than a week. As for me and Catwoman... It's complicated. We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-5043727232844479925?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5043727232844479925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=5043727232844479925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5043727232844479925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/5043727232844479925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/jokers-weird.html' title='The Joker&apos;s weird.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RpB8V0qSrEI/AAAAAAAAACU/-e08x35UQxo/s72-c/batmanandrobinsurfcontemx1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-7340720993849772623</id><published>2007-06-26T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:45:46.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Wolverine.</title><content type='html'>Wolverine slashed my armor open with his claws. If I hadn't have rolled with it he would have killed me . Almost did any way. He left looking to kill the so called "Shredder". I follow him in the bat mobile, doing a quick bandage job on my self after he parks his motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pushing through the pain I sneak in to find that animal slaughtering ninjas The Shredder was attacking him. " You are the last person I expected to see here Logan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah life's jest full O' funny surprises ain't it Sakai? Ya won' be worrying about that much longer though since ya ain't gonna have a life no more." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your threats are meaning less when I am a much better fighter than you are Mutant!" The shredder slashes through Logan's chest with uncanny speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short canuck smiles. " Yeah but I'll heal from my wounds bub probably in a few minutes. While you'll just keep losin' blood from this!" Wolverine starts to maul. Shredder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw an exploding Batarang at his head. It knocks him back so Shredder tries to go for Logan's heart I stop him with a Batarang attached to a rope. " There will be no more killing!" I demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" From the looks of it your in no position to give orders. " Shredder cuts the rope and tries to hit me with a flying kick. I dodge it and throw and catch him with some strikes in the wounds Logan inflicted on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clutches his chest I'm about to knock the clan leader out when Wolverine tackles me sending us both hurtling out the the building's window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ya know Bats, I wouldn't have went so easy on ya back at Gotham Square. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start with the whole plan I used last time anesthesia gas, and exploding batrangs along with some pepper spray. When he starts going bezerker again, I shock him with a tazer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's wobbly now I just have to put him down before his healing factor kicks in. I'm interrupted by screams from the inside . I slam Logan with an uppercut wearing the adamntuim glove. Then go investigate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch the Shredder. with some kind of device in his hand I get a closer look and notice it's a teleporter damn! Wolverine( I wasn't expecting Logan to heal so quickly.) &lt;br /&gt;runs up behind me and leaps at the ninja who disappears. yelling. " You and your gallery of freaks keep this city. For now! When I rebuild my clan I will burn it to the ground!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around while me and Wolverine were fighting someone murdered the ninjas. Logan curses and leaves saying something like " There ain't no reason ta stay here if Sakai's gone I'll get 'im when he resurfaces. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adrenaline of the fight wears off and I'm reminded how much Logan's and Shredder's blades hurt. The pain is replaced with a cold chill when take off a ninja's mask, and find a garish smile staring back at me. The Joker's back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-7340720993849772623?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7340720993849772623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=7340720993849772623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/7340720993849772623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/7340720993849772623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/chasing-wolverine.html' title='Chasing Wolverine.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-58368495063736224</id><published>2007-06-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:36:31.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of town Visitors.</title><content type='html'>A couple of snitches told me something was going down, at Gotham Square during Midnight. The square was oddly quiet , too quiet. A harsh Voice Announces itself. " So Your the great Batman huh? Not very impressive. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on this person. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnoKF6jdREI/AAAAAAAAACE/td2MKBVHLWo/s1600-h/Shredder+comic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnoKF6jdREI/AAAAAAAAACE/td2MKBVHLWo/s320/Shredder+comic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078382626547254338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is simple Batman, leave my business alone keep chasing your lunatics and you get to live. Challenge me , and you die."I didn't come back here from hell just to be stymied by an idiot in a bat costume. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's saying that he was dead once? Does every one comeback? I'm beginning to get sick of this. " So what is that you want...?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Call me the Shredder. What I want is simple power, and respect." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There are other ways besides crime." I state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you my guidance councilor?" He laughs. " I don't want to waste time you see I'm a very busy man. Tell me will you accept my terms? Or will I tear you apart with my bare hands? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Many have tried to threaten me before." I say. " And they didn't have a name that sounded like they were making cheese for a pizza." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Die Fool!" He leaps from one building to another I try to land a punch in his solar plexus. He leaps over it and hits me from behind. Hnh. Lucky. His Blades come for my face I block the strike And use his momentum against him tossing him into a chimney shattering it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So ! Your not just all show. Good I find it far more satisfying to kill real warriors." He boasts. Throwing two shuriken, I deflect those with Batarangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feint, and pay for it with a slash across my leg, My armor deflected most of it. I elbow him in the chin and follow up with several blows in the chest, He goes for a straight kick that I stop with a foot sweep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ground he takes out a gun. A flash bang grenade stuns him. I'm about to go for a knock out blow when he yells "Foot Cyber Soldiers Attack!" Cybernetic Ninjas burst from their hiding place. " Farewell Batman." Shredder. coldly spits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One grabs my cape and tosses across to another building. A bunch of kids stare at me as I recover. " Get out of here now!" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the whirr of the cyborgs' hydraulics. I take some weapons out from my belt, and formulate a plan to defeat all of them when I hear a very familiar "Snikt!" Too late I run into the corridor and can only watch as that savage Wolverine slays the ninja. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnoZL6jdRFI/AAAAAAAAACM/y9c5JhH6P2k/s1600-h/Wolverine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnoZL6jdRFI/AAAAAAAAACM/y9c5JhH6P2k/s320/Wolverine2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078399222300886098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grins. " Look like ya needed help bub. No need ta thank me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glare." I'll warn you once Logan. Get out of my city." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tch. Some gratitude Bats." He starts growling. " Look I gotta blood debt that needs settled ,and I ain't leavin' till I do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't make me ship you back to Xavier in chains ." I warn him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Looks like we're at an impasse bub. " I'm surprised he knows that word. " But when we get down to it yer just some nutso Billionaire in a cape an' mask And I'm the best there is at what I do. I beat ya once . I can do it again. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I wasn't ready for you then. " I enlighten him . " I am now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We'll see Bats ." He shouts charging at me. I guess he'll just have to learn the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-58368495063736224?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/58368495063736224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=58368495063736224&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/58368495063736224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/58368495063736224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-town-visitors.html' title='Out of town Visitors.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnoKF6jdREI/AAAAAAAAACE/td2MKBVHLWo/s72-c/Shredder+comic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1108749941202854790</id><published>2007-06-13T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:03:01.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prankster kids!</title><content type='html'>Robin is back from rehab. He seems much better now. He was telling me about How he was going to train the Titans. I must say I am a little disappointed that the two teams didn't do battle, but eh, I'll just review footage of any battles they have in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on the ninja case. Although I did decide to go to tonight's Justice League meeting. I'm going to bring up my concerns about The Question mentoring no wait that's not the right word . I believe the right word is warping young minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask Robin if he wants to be teleported to Titans' Tower from the Watchtower. " Sure just let me load up on Batarangs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes down the corridor of the cave when I hear the unmistakable sound of a Batarang flying past me. Then a "thunk!" sound. And the sound of shattering glass. The voice of Spoiler yelling " Bonus Points! you knocked him into the Jason Todd Memorial Cass!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran towards it to find this scene. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnDXF6jdRCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QWUATujIjA4/s1600-h/Robin+hurt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnDXF6jdRCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QWUATujIjA4/s320/Robin+hurt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075793276663841826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cassandra! Stephanie! This is immature behavior is why I didn't want you going out on your own! This isn't our way! retaliation is the saiyan way!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of a young man with a slight Californian accent comes from behind me. " What would you know of saiyans?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the kid who looks like a taller skinnier version of Vegeta. Especially since he's now wearing the armor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know Vincent." I smile, You see while fighting in the saiyan War I learned they have a weakness. With a fluid motion I grab his tail. When I did this to the invading saiyans they passed out from pain, But Vincent keeps staring at me with that damned smirk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And what exactly are you trying to do? For what it's worth I tried to talk these two out of this. I have have no problem with Tim, In fact I owe him, but hey you try to change the minds of two women once they set them on something." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tail slips out of my hand, and it wraps around his waist. Damn it! I bet the grabbing the tail strategy wouldn't work on Vegeta either. The kid smiles at me then disappears when I blink I feel something happen to my cape and mask then the wind rushes out of the cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have taken Cassandra and Stephanie with him. I must admit, I am a little impressed they were able to get in to the cave without the sensors detecting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down at Tim. " Are you ok?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes." He stares at me rubs his eyes then looks at me again." Then again maybe not. I'll have myself checked over the Tower. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin's reaction to me wasn't the only strange reaction I received. Some of the JLA support staff were looking at me strangely. When I go into the main meeting room, the flash spits coffee all over the place. " So Bats? Do you feel pretty oh so Pretty?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you talking about Flash?" I ask, as Wonder Woman Walks past me. " Merciful Minerva!" She exclaims before laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman grins. " And I thought my blue energy phase was bad. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?!" I yell. Green Lantern creates a mirror while snickering, I'm actually surprised Hal went five minutes without hitting his head on something long enough to do that. I look in it and see..... &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnDkaajdRDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5DP2E_7XJ6Q/s1600-h/Batgirl_by_tvskyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnDkaajdRDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5DP2E_7XJ6Q/s320/Batgirl_by_tvskyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075807922502321202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! Vincent's parents are definitely going to hear about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1108749941202854790?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1108749941202854790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1108749941202854790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1108749941202854790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1108749941202854790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/prankster-kids.html' title='Prankster kids!'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RnDXF6jdRCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QWUATujIjA4/s72-c/Robin+hurt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4814706724375384325</id><published>2007-06-11T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:02:51.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Feud</title><content type='html'>More ninja Have appeared in Gotham, and their rackets are even worse than the Hand, Drugs, sex slaves, and Meta human Enhancement . And pretty much whatever else one can think of. I had defeated a group of them and taken one of their headbands before They were taken to prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Put the symbol in the Bat computer, and after about fifteen minutes, and answer came up. " Foot Clan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Computer give me a rundown of Vigilantes superheroes Etc. Who have ran into this "Foot Clan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Processing.... James "Logan" Howlett Wolverine, Matt Murdock Daredevil, Peter Parker Spider-Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hnh. Spider-Man I've met twice, we fought Both Carnage and the Joker, and later The Kingpin, and Ra's Al Ghul, Seems he's the most likely candidate for me to get information from, Since I've never met Daredevil, and me and Wolverine don't really get along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer beeps an It's an incoming from Oracle. " Batman here." I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bruce um it's Cassandra, and she's mad. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Put her through Oracle. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra's face comes on screen, when she's upset she has to search harder for words. " Why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why what?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why .... did you... send Robin... here? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? he's still supposed to be in rehab. I notice Spoiler rubbing the back of her head. Oh great. Robin's response to everything that annoys him toss a batarang at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I had nothing to do with that." I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You lying...." Vincent starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He's not lying..." Cassandra stops the young saiyan. " His body language says so. Tell Robin, If he wants to fight someone... to fight me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh he'll be back a mysterious voice comes from a cloud of smoke. This just gets better and better as the Question emerges. " He'll come back with the entire roster of the Teen Titans As many puppet masters do when the puppet wants to break the strings. He gets angry. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the Question thinks of the harshest possibility. I doubt Robin is a "puppet master." Unless Victor is working on their insecurities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Than we'll beat the fools into the ground!" Vincent proudly declares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah!" his sister chimes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the faceless mask studies them. " Yes you two are used to working together, as is Cassandra., and against greater odds than the Titans, Unfortunately Daddy And the brothers and sister aren't going to be here to bail you out if it goes wrong children. There are several weaknesses we have to address. Like you." he points to Spoiler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What me? But I have this new suit an all these gadgets that Bulma made me.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Gadgets are well and good." Question remarks. " But your fighting skills are sorely lacking. Not your fault , it's his." Question accuses me. " Isn't that right Bruce? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hnh." I remark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's all the answer I need. Another weakness is magic , and speed, we have no one that can beat Raven and Zatarra for magic, but we have someone that can match Kid Flash for speed. You can come out now Inertia. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey! He isn't part of this team!" Vincent protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Too bad little prince, you need him." Question remarks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah let's bust some Titan heads!" Inertia Shouts. he looks over at Vincent's strangely named sister." I'll watch your back if you watch mine baby. growr!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Save that for after the battle Reverse Flash Junior." Question orders. " In the next few hours I'm going to get you kids used to fighting along with one another, you have a training facility right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just built it this morning!" The bluish haired girl shouts proudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Good. As for you Spoiler," Question continues "We're going to take a crash course in fighting, beginning with dirty fighting. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns off the transmission. " What do you think Bruce?" Oracle asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I think this is the perfect time to see if how well we've trained the children. I know how Vegeta trains his kids, but the Titans have been a mess lately. and with Cassandra to offset Robin, And the wild card of Inertia thrown in, hnh. " I'm going to call Diana, Wally and Clark, we should Watch how this unfolds. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't you think we should stop it instead?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batgirl wanted to prove she wouldn't jeopardize he mission, or become less determined By becoming emotionally attached to an Anti heroes' son. let's see her prove it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And if she does?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Then she and Spoiler will have my blessing. I'll even sponsor them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear clapping from behind me. " Well well looks like an old dog can learn new tricks!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn. " Jason!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In the formerly dead flesh Bats! And I have a message to give you from Tony Stark." He throws a punch that I easily block, I knee him in the gut. When he clenches his stomach an uppercut puts him on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes out a gun, A Batarang takes that out easily. " Your Stark's errand boy now Red Hood?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm a registered hero now Brucie. Oh don't worry Iron Man Doesn't know your secret Id. That'll be our little secret." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What's the message?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He wants you and your bat kids to register." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Forget it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Stubborn as always. " He snorts. " So now what you beat me. But I'm the legal hero here, and you well your status is still up in the air. SHIELD could decide to round you all up tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head. " I failed you Jason." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah, and you look like your doing real well with the girls there. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Neither one of them are as bad as you were." I respond. " Leave now Jason! Before I kick you out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After throwing Red Hood out. I'm in a pretty bad mood I think I'll go out and punch some ninjas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4814706724375384325?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4814706724375384325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4814706724375384325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4814706724375384325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4814706724375384325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/family-feud.html' title='Family Feud'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-976940857863455254</id><published>2007-06-03T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:46:59.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dead walk.</title><content type='html'>Ever since the whole saiyan mess I've been throwing myself into my work, in both Wayne Enterprises, and as Batman. I hardly stayed more than three minutes at home until I was to exhausted to go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me Elektra had pulled the Hand out of Gotham, or I'd be still fighting them. When I returned Alfred. Said " Master Bruce it's a miracle!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you talking about Alfred? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" See for your self sir." He lead me to this. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RmOSvJmpocI/AAAAAAAAABk/BUStNWClz0o/s1600-h/Cass+sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RmOSvJmpocI/AAAAAAAAABk/BUStNWClz0o/s320/Cass+sleep.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072058944078848450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's impossible. I saw her blown up." I gasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's not all sir, Mistress Stephanie his with came in with her. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra woke up and hugged me. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RmOVapmpodI/AAAAAAAAABs/W72bFDNmf5Y/s1600-h/Bruce+Cass+Hug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RmOVapmpodI/AAAAAAAAABs/W72bFDNmf5Y/s320/Bruce+Cass+Hug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072061890426413522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How did this happen?" I ask her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I was told.... not to tell... By Vincent's dad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta! How the hell did that little punk do this? He always claims to hate magic. It could be Bulma cloned her, but Stephanie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's ok you can tell me." I Say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No... You were the one.. I wasn't supposed to tell. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok never mind that. " Is Vincent alive again too?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets this weird dreamy look in her eyes. I have to wonder if Deathstroke's drug did some permanent brain damage. "Yes. He's alive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your not allowed to see him anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?" She actually yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He's gotten you killed once he could do so again." I explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He didn't kill me.. that saiyan did. " She protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. But his life is way to dangerous. This is way I never wanted you around Metahumans in the first place." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your around them!" She protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm more experienced than you are, and I've never died." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glares at me. " You did... have your back broke." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This isn't about me. " I shoot back." This is about the fact that the sooner you are away from that little idiot the better. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You.. Never had any problem with.. who Nightwing dates... or Robin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not true I never approved of Starfire. For the same reason I 'm not letting you see that saiyan kid." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You can't .. Tell me what to do!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes I can. And I have if you want to keep patrolling the streets of Gotham you'll do as I say." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She punches the glass case where costume is encased. "I am not a ...weapon. That's all you see .. me as .. isn't it? Everyone else ... get's to have a life.. but not me! I've done everything.. you asked. And now people.. think I'm evil. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cassandra this is for your own good..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No It's not.. It's just because you don't have someone. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That has nothing to do with anything. If you can't follow orders then your finished as Batgirl." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes narrow. " I don't need you... I've earned this! " She holds up the costume. She storms out of the cave with Stephanie close behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler glares." I don't like Monkey boy, but you didn't have to be such a dick About the whole thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you don't want to follow orders you can leave too." I state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You'll just fire me for a 50th time. Hey Cass Wait up! " The listening devices outside the cave pick up. " Hey we can make our team or something Cass, We don't even need to stay in Gotham. Maybe we can get the Destructo Twins to join up ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" They have names ...Steph." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes I know but you have to admit Destructo Twins is pretty accurate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it this is the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen they are going to die again, like lemmings. I suppose they  made their own choice though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-976940857863455254?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/976940857863455254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=976940857863455254&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/976940857863455254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/976940857863455254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/dead-walk.html' title='The dead walk.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/RmOSvJmpocI/AAAAAAAAABk/BUStNWClz0o/s72-c/Cass+sleep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-2761933536189699232</id><published>2007-05-30T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:26:14.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip Cassandra Cain</title><content type='html'>The hardest thing in this war of mine, is that it has casualties. The first child to come to me wanting Justice for what happened to his parents was Richard "Dick" Grayson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Came Jason Tod. A boy who in retrospect was not ready for the responsibility of being Robin. He was murdered by the Joker, only to come back to life mysteriously later. He was the first tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after The Joker shot Barbra Gordon The first Batgirl. She's now One of my most trusted allies, as Oracle. What happened to Stephanie Brown Is still too fresh to have had another death happen so soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Cassandra Cain the Batgirl , died needlessly In a war between an alien royal family. Iron Man Was using her as a bargaining chip, to get that boy Vincent , and his sister over to register. he had somehow gotten a hold of that tape that I doctored to make it look like Cassandra had murdered someone to get her in with The League Of Assassins. The same one Robin turned in later To The Gotham Pd, and I Had Jim Gordon bury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the odd behavior he's been showing I put a bug on his armor. That's Where I discovered this mess. While Flying to the Shield holding facility. I hear Stark's interrogation Of Vincent. "You know I have dipolmatic immunity don't you?" The boy shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No your people are at war with ours! And in case you've forgotten, your mother is an American citizen. Which makes you one saiyan boy! Now are you going to sign the paper or not!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear what sound like massive destruction. And Doc Samson 's Voice comes over the speaker's " The saiyan girl escaped!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark yells " How can you be so incompetent to let a teenager escape from you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson's voice breaks. " That kid's surprisingly strong!She looks like a harmless girl.. but ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's the problem with these damned saiyans!" Stark Raves. " They look human but they aren't! But we have this one and he's not going anywhere until he pledged to fight by our side." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Man! Your breathe smells nasty!" Vincent replies. " What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Never mind that!" Stark yells. " How about you start telling me some of the few secret Identities I don't know like oh say Batman?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I hear "Your Momma." Before I go into the facility. I face Stark in a suit I had made just for the occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rl5OnZmpoaI/AAAAAAAAABU/fksVz_I4tSw/s1600-h/Bat+armor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rl5OnZmpoaI/AAAAAAAAABU/fksVz_I4tSw/s320/Bat+armor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070576669260620194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attack Iron Man while Vincent just kind of sits there. He knocks me through the roof. Which actually went to my advantage. I had more room to maneuver away from his repulsor, and other tricks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My armor fires batrangs like a machine gun until I get close enough too use my skills, which quit frankly Tony Stark can't match on his best day . Unless he cheats. Which is what he did when he started fighting in in Vegeta's style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bug I put on Tony's armor had another use it scanned it's design So I knew he was downloading people's fighting styles. I used a radio control to give him the physical abilities of an infant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I rejoined the battle with the other heroes and against the saiyans with a newly reappeared Vegeta. Cassandra argued with me to come as well. i knew it was a bad idea. I wish I was firmer with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy she was so infatuated with was blasted and she just attacked the the saiyan that did it blindly. She disappeared in a flash of Heat Vision. I wanted to kill the monster that had done this but was stopped., By The saiyan Prince. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't stop me! He murdered Batgirl!" I protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he starts saying nonsense. "She can be wished back! Now don't start up the battle again This way it will end with only one or two deaths instead of the whole race. Father I choose myself as the champion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He obviously lost his mind. I look over at Vincent's twin sister crying and I was sick of this. All these lives, and the destruction caused just because of some family squabble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left. I knew if Vegeta lost his little duel the rest of the heroes would defeat the saiyans.The enormity of had happened to Batgirl had hit me. I flew the Batwing to home to the cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Master Bruce? Where is mistress Cassandra?" Alfred cheerily asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She's not coming back Alfred." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh no." He whispers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of just sitting there I think about what must be done. Barbra will be devastated. Night Wing too. And Tim, he's lost so many This might drive him over the edge. But for now I can only do what I can for her, since there isn't even a body to bury all I can do is this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rl5bGZmpobI/AAAAAAAAABc/aCS9gxYSVUE/s1600-h/batgirl49ub8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rl5bGZmpobI/AAAAAAAAABc/aCS9gxYSVUE/s320/batgirl49ub8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070590395976098226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-2761933536189699232?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2761933536189699232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=2761933536189699232&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2761933536189699232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2761933536189699232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/rip-cassandra-cain.html' title='Rip Cassandra Cain'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rl5OnZmpoaI/AAAAAAAAABU/fksVz_I4tSw/s72-c/Bat+armor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-743555224476856955</id><published>2007-05-23T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:50:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stark screwed up big time.</title><content type='html'>The attack against the saiyans was going fairly well. Until Namor, and his Atlanteans showed up. and for some reason during the battle, Stark started attacking or own people who weren't Pro Reg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he should have been sent to rehab. What's worse is he ordered a retreat, after Superman, Son Goku, and some others were captured. and all of his little goose steppers followed along. while the others were to shock to anything but regroup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to a Gotham That Elektra and Deathstroke think they rule. I guess they haven't heard i rule the streets of Gotham. Somehow they gained control of the New Thunderbolts. Which leads me to believe Stark isn't only being a dick, but now a criminal as well. I think The Question would like this little tidbit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing ever since the whole Civil War fiasco, I've been studying the nano probes. They use on the super criminals. I track the Thunderbolts down and use a remote control I devised just in case they ever came after me. " Thunder Bolts Your old orders are overruled, here are your new ones, attack Elektra Natchios and Slade Wilson. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I hate to say it, during the chaos some Of Arkham's worst were freed , by design or happenstance I'm unsure, But Now the Joker, Penguin, Killer Croc, Clayface, Mr. Freeze Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy on the loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some less dangerous ones escaped as well. Such as Mustard Man. Yes that's right Mustard Man. I wouldn't really say me and Robin captured him all those months ago. , as well he squirted mustard at us, and then slipped on it. Even I laughed at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this doesn't become a gang war especially if the Foot thinks they can defeat , an overextended Hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. That should keep the two of them busy until I can give them my undivided attention. Now to the bigger picture. The saiyans have set up a base in the Pacific Ocean, they actually crushed several islands together to make it into almost a small country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent some probes over it. And have a pretty good layout of the it. Before I try to get the Justice League, Titans or others to attack, I have weaken them some And I have just the man for the job. Joe Fixit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I return to the cave, I put in a call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bruce? This is Batman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" First off The name's Joe, Not Bruce, But I'll forgive that once. Second, it ain't often that I get a job from an Urban legend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can assure I'm real Mr. Fixit. As is the money I'm offering you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Now yer talkin' my language, what's the job Bats?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to cause as much destruction as you can at the saiyan base. And if you happen to see any super heroes there you can rescue, well that'll bring you more money. " I tell him. " Check your account, and you'll see the down payment. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn!" He shouts. " Alright Dark Knight you have a deal!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. No one can bring destruction on a place quite like the Incredible Hulk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm pondering my next move. Alfred Gives me some tea, and sandwiches. " If i could be so bold sir, might some metahuman help be advantageous to Gotham City?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over at him. " Who might you suggest Alfred?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well perhaps you should bring the boy Mistress Cassandra is so infatuated with into the fold as it were. And Maybe his sister could be of so,me help? Just until Gotham, and this freed , and the saiyans are gone I mean. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea gives me a migraine. " He's young untested, and angry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred grins. " Like a certain young Bruce Wayne once was?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. " I shake my head. I'm thinking he may be more like a young Jason Todd, but less whiney. " His father trains them to be killers Alfred, which is why I don't want Cassandra... Wait where is she?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I do believe she is with, the young killer as you put it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Damn it!" I jump into the Batwing, and fly to West City. I'm really going to have to find a way to get her to stop stealing my JLA teleporter control. After three hours, I approach West City, and I think I may be a little tired because all the sudden the sky went dark, and what looked like a gigantic dragon formed in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and rub them and when I open them, the sky is bright, and the dragon is gone. Hnh. Your cracking up Batman. I and in front of Capsule Corp, and am greeted, by a young woman, and young man holding two infants. And from the tails and the uncanny resmblence, the young woman has to Bulma, they are part saiyans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Woah! Batman!" The man exclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl just shrugs. " Dad says he's been here a lot since Vincent started dating his kid." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Where is your father ma'am?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In the house. I'll buzz you in. " She smiles. From her demeanor, I'd say she's not at war with the human race, which would be odd, since she is half human herself. which gives credence to my earlier theory that's Vegeta is not a part of this, but I have to wonder why he hasn't fought them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find him, and his wife, contemplating seven silver orbs with stars on them. Bulma looks up. " Are you here for Cass? I'll go tell her your here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are those ?" I ask pointing at the silver spheres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nothing." He grunts. " I can tell you want to say something Bruce come out with it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight and to the point. " Where have you been while your people have been attacking Earth? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Family Business." He stares at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Business with your father?" I goad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs at that. " No. Pertaining to my grandchildren that I do believe you've met on the way in here. They were more important than my father's senility. Now That I'm back I the time has come for... How do you people put it? Regime change." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's good to hear at least. " So your on our side?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks. " I'm on my own side." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glare. " That doesn't fill me with confidence." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That doesn't matter, what does is I will confront my father, presently." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In case you want to know, he's captured Superman, Son Goku, and some others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugs. " Kal-El is as powerful as I am. He's also intelligent. He'll be fine. As for Kakarot, I have no doubt that clown will eat his way out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra comes out smiling. " Bye!" She cheerfully waves at Vegeta, and oddly he cracks a grin. " Farewell." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was strange. in the plane I can tell she wanted to ask me something, but couldn't find the words. Finally she says my name. " Bruce?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um.. If there was .. a way to bring Steph back would you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Lazarus Pit suggestion again. " Cassandra, you should know how dangerous Lazarus Pits are by now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems a little frustrated. " Not... um Lazarus Pits.... uh Something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh. " If I could I 'd go back in time, and change what happened to Spoiler, But life doesn't work like that I wish it did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an weird little smile on her face and repeated the word "wish." She was quiet the rest of the way to Gotham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-743555224476856955?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/743555224476856955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=743555224476856955&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/743555224476856955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/743555224476856955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/stark-screwed-up-big-time.html' title='Stark screwed up big time.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-4766501609771425710</id><published>2007-05-19T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:11:06.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon... Ball?</title><content type='html'>Vincent's mom gave me this .. um gadget. It types what I say. When I heard...These Dragon ball.... can bring back the dead I had to help .. find them. I have.. a plan.. use them. To bring back Steph.. if they work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place .. I ended up after walking into the .. um circle machine. What did they call it? ... portal. It's a weird place , turtles walk up right, and ... talk. They claim to be ninjas, but fight by throwing pizzas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This.. guy called Shredder is fighting them... with robots... It's weird there's supposed ... to be a Shredder where I'm from... but he's supposed to be a great .. fighter... not like this .. guy.. who yells... &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-nZofZarI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLIcvUi8-Sw/s1600-h/Shredder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-nZofZarI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLIcvUi8-Sw/s320/Shredder.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066452164622772914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he serves a talking.. brain. While all this is going on.. I sneak past the battle..the radar.. thing beeps by this silver ball with stars on it. I grab it, and everyone looks .. at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You! Strangely dressed girl! " .. Shredder yells. " Get away from that ball!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I need it." He throws a punch I dodge it , and kick where it hurts boys the most. He orders these talking animal men to attack... I knock the rhino man out with a batarang.. He falls on the pig man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I beat them, the turtle guys, start yelling " Cowabunga! Radical! Tubular! Man I could a done that! if only violence can shown on this show!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show? What is the red dressed.. turtle talking .. about? is.. he insane? I Start to leave, when one grabs my cape. He was dressed in purple. " I need to analyse that Shredder was going to use that strange energy in that ball to free the Technodrome it could be dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need it... to help a friend. " I tell him before throwing .. a smoke bomb in their faces. I push a button on the .. um portal control, a hole in the air rips open.. I jump in, and am at Vincent's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Good work kiddo!" Bulma ... says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Will this work?" I point.. at the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You mean will it bring back my grandchildren? Yes If we get the other three. I just hope these don't have some kind of password, like the ones On Namek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Namek?.. What's a Namek?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huh? Oh don't worry about it. It's not important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read her body language, to her it's not. I .. want to know more... " Um Can ... they bring back someone.. that died some time ago?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up from her computer. " Cassandra dear, is there someone you want to bring back?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maybe.. a friend. I'm not.. sure if I should." I start staring at the ball.. it doesn't look like it has .. any power.. it's jut a ball.. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-xSIfZasI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qkUri9XhhaA/s1600-h/Batgirl_III_by_CankerBlossom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-xSIfZasI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qkUri9XhhaA/s320/Batgirl_III_by_CankerBlossom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066463030890031810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe I should get advice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma ... took me out of my .. day dream.. By saying.. " As long as they didn't die of natural causes they can be restored. Is there someone you want to talk to or something I bet I could find them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Robin... Batman sent .. him .. to um some word I don't know reh.. Reha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Rehab?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes .. that's it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shakes her head. " Wow he's a little young to be in Rehab. Do you know which city he's in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to remember the name, " Los .. Angeles." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She types.. a few things in her .. computer.. " Ah. Here's a Tim Drake registered at at a hotel. Whew! Bruce is going to be a little cross about that room service bill. Oh well it's not like he doesn't have the money to pay it. Here I'll dial the number , and you have your little talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma.. is kind of like Barbra. The way.. she uses computers. Robin's voice comes up on the phone. "hello?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Robin?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cassandra!" His.. voice sounds surprised. "How'd you get this phone number?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have...help." We're quiet for some time when he um questions. "Is there anything you want to ask Cassie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steph, you love her?" I whisper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's .. silent. "Tim?" I call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um, yeah?" He sounds .. unsure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, thank-you" I hang up. I 'm more .. confused as to what to do.. if i could.. see Robin.. I'd know Then again.. Steph was my.. friend. even if we did fight.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-3zofZatI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TdQlfQ2nqSk/s1600-h/Batgirl+meet+synth+Spoiler..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-3zofZatI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TdQlfQ2nqSk/s320/Batgirl+meet+synth+Spoiler..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066470203485416146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-4O4fZauI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jvBTgXjnpL8/s1600-h/Cass+still+hates+Synth+steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-4O4fZauI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jvBTgXjnpL8/s320/Cass+still+hates+Synth+steph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066470671636851426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the ball again. ..What would Steph want? would she want.. to live again? or .. is she in H.. Heaven? Or somewhere else? I wish.. she could.. tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey babe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hi Vince."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your really interested in that Dragonball my dad says it won't do anything without the other six." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know I know why your staring at it, You want to bring the blonde back ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She.. had a name." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know, I only met her the once I just know her as Spoiler. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It ...was Stephanie." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok. She was Robin's girlfriend right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes.. why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just don't say anything to Vella then alright?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella? .. Why would she care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-4766501609771425710?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4766501609771425710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=4766501609771425710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4766501609771425710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/4766501609771425710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/dragon-ball.html' title='Dragon... Ball?'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Rk-nZofZarI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sLIcvUi8-Sw/s72-c/Shredder.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-2827665833819393334</id><published>2007-05-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:12:36.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiyans attack</title><content type='html'>The Hand have shown themselves in Gotham. Elektra has taken over the Japanese Underworld, now her servants have come here. Intergang was just run out. There is no way, I'm letting the Hand get a foothold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a group of ninjas patrolling around Gotham City. I throw some smoke bombs and attack because let's face it there's no way Ninjas running around in full garb with weapons are up to any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first four go down easy since I have the element of surprise. The next couple Put up a fight I duck a Katana, and throw an uppercut putting that one down i counter others throwing shruiken with Batarangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave one conscious to interrogate. " Why are you in my city?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't fear death!" He shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug. " Let's test that theory shall we?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put him over a the building's roof and let him have a look at the street below. Of course I would never actually let go, but he doesn't know that. " W-We're recruiting...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who?" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knife thrown from an adjacent building. Goes through his chest, and he evaporates. I tun on the rest of the Ninja who've already committed suicide!And were in the process of evaporating. Magic always makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few viable targets for "recruitment" In Gotham. The inmates at Arkham, or me,Robin, and Batgirl. Neither one of those prospects are very good. When thinking of this, My JLA communicator beeps . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always when I'm in the middle of a case. " Batmanweneedyouherequickthere'san emergency." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head " Slow down Flash. Better yet teleport me to the Watchtower. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telportation, I'm briefed on what's going on. Someone claiming to be King of the Saiyans, and with his similarity in looks to Vegeta I believe his claim. has announced to the planet that he's now the owner of Earth, and that he'll be rounding up all metas for soldiers in galactic conquest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the obvious answer to that is punching his teeth down his throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew that saiyan Vegeta would be trouble!" Hawk man shouts. Why is he even here? The JSA get sick of him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman Sighs. " I don't believe Vegeta would have anything to do with this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your naive Superman!" Hawkman shouts. Hell you claim him your friend, and he constantly fights you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Superman is right." I interrupt. Hawkman's eyes go wide. I continue. " If he had any intention of attacking the planet he would have done so on one of the times Goku Has died, or when Superman was killed by Doomsday. His ego is too big to use an army of saiyans to do what he believes he can do himself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maybe now he's seen the truth!" Carter shouts. " that he needs help to rule this planet!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at Hawkman. " No He's always said he could just conquer the world himself. Once again this ego would never allow him to think different, the fact is he doesn't want to. All he seems to want is to annoy me, and Wolverine, and get into as many fights as possible, and seemingly to make as many children as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What about the other Saiyans That idiot in the orange , and blue jumpsuit ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glance over to the monitor. "You mean the one who's fighting a group of saiyans in Japan? Son Goku has always proven himself to be on our side." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green lantern waves for our attention. " The others are ready to meet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What others?" I question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the teams are meeting to counteract the threat as one big strike force." Superman says grimly. " And Tony Stark thinks he's in charge." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at that idea, " We'll have to break him out of that delusion I see."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-2827665833819393334?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2827665833819393334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=2827665833819393334&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2827665833819393334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2827665833819393334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/saiyans-attack.html' title='Saiyans attack'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-2860777024564437875</id><published>2007-05-10T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:19:34.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfred Pennyworth here  And I'll be typing Cassandra's blog entry.</title><content type='html'>This is The faithful servant to the Batman Alfred. And yes before you ask i'm feeling much better after the concussion incident think you. Since Mistress Cassandra can't read I'll type what she says. Are you ready Mistress? &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/RkN-BQviULI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q0xtvQ9KDtY/s1600-h/Batgirlblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/RkN-BQviULI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q0xtvQ9KDtY/s320/Batgirlblog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063028966233886898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm I ..Guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to do this my dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I...Want too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Hmmm I guess... I should talk about my um .....visit.... To Bludhaven this morning. I used a um teleporter To get there, I didn't want Vincent there. If I had mentioned Zero... he might get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not...Me and him only kissed not like um Conner. Cassie Sandsmark.. That was before you .. and it was once.. It will never happen again. And Vincent? Stop trying.. to fight him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I .. wish I hadn't gone .. there. Everyone I knew is ashes. . Another reason.. to hate Slade. Don't know maybe I'll just talk about Something else? Alfred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you wish Mistress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think Raven for offering me the reading lessons.. I can't wait to begin. I hope you don't.. mind my boyfriend being at the .. tower. Hopefully He .. won't fight anyone.. and I thought I liked fighting. And he eats like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to Tim. I thank you .. for um getting me to meet him. Bruce thanks there is some kind of.. secret reason you did it. I like to think that you thought we'd go well together. I wish Nightwing would quit threatening him,and Conner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman don't worry about me .. I can take care of myself. Conner please stop fighting with my boy. Or would you like .. to meet my gloves again? I guess I'm finished Alfred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-2860777024564437875?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2860777024564437875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=2860777024564437875&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2860777024564437875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/2860777024564437875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/alfred-pennyworth-here-and-ill-be.html' title='Alfred Pennyworth here  And I&apos;ll be typing Cassandra&apos;s blog entry.'/><author><name>Batgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167910330984539849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/Syhk-_b5EYI/AAAAAAAAALI/cfA1vrIJuBQ/S220/Cass+Batgirl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vN9lt34RMYI/RkN-BQviULI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q0xtvQ9KDtY/s72-c/Batgirlblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-3530707593490485748</id><published>2007-05-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:35:11.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath.</title><content type='html'>Heroslayer has been defeated, and locked up. But oddly someone got into his cell , and murdered him a few hours later. My Prime suspect is Deathstroke the Terminator. Through there are others that need to be investigated I wouldn't put it past Tony Stark to off him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Vegeta You are an over grown child. I did not cry when I saw your son and Batgirl as you so crudely put it "making out." This was my true reaction. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rj3vzddv6UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0WNO0OrMu0k/s1600-h/Batman+mad..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rj3vzddv6UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0WNO0OrMu0k/s320/Batman+mad..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061465223596075330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger. if you won't control that little heathen, I will have to. Also what is your odd fascination with all these pranks? Your what 45? Older? And you act like a frat boy. A frat boy with superpowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking Of Cassandra The Teen Titan Raven has offered to give her free reading lessons. Not sure hoe well that will do since Barbra has tried, and It just seems the poor girl's brain isn't wired right to comprehend the written word. But if it does work I will invite to post on this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Alfred is acting once again like his normal self, but just in case I've burned the women's clothes he was wearing. I hear Tim is still angry for at me for sending him to rehab, better angry than dead though. Which was what was going to happen if he pulled a repeat performance of the tree incident with his Redbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one thing bad did come from this battle with Heroslayer. look what that idiot The Question did to the Bat Signal. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rj30BNdv6XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z0NCoT-hvsY/s1600-h/Question+symbol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rj30BNdv6XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z0NCoT-hvsY/s320/Question+symbol.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061469857865787762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the second or third time he's done it to. Commissioner Gordan needs to place some guards up there. You know If If I didn't know for certain that Victor Sage didn't have any money, I would start charging him for destroying the Signal every few months. Stupid conspiracy theory, faceless crack pot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-3530707593490485748?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3530707593490485748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=3530707593490485748&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3530707593490485748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/3530707593490485748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Rj3vzddv6UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0WNO0OrMu0k/s72-c/Batman+mad..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-1504847169919257689</id><published>2007-04-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:41:26.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai's tests</title><content type='html'>Mirai was adamant he wasn't the so called "Heroslayer" And all the tests pretty much backed him up . Lie detector, Truth serum could be The detector could be fooled or and the serum not work on his half alien physiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But him passing the Lasso of Wonder Woman's test put some serious doubt on all the rumors of him being Heroslayer. I wasn't ready to give up yet. I had &lt;a href="http://ravenofhope.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-hell-did-you-do-to-kitchen-slo-bo.html"&gt;Raven&lt;/a&gt; teleported to the Watchtower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went through his mind emotions etc. Apparently He has strong emotions since at some point Raven started saying things in his accent. " Mother has done nothing but cry since father died... I'll get those androids for this. Gohan NOOOOOOOO! But mother if I go back in time what happens to you? Frieza! Your about to face a real super saiyan, and I don't mean Goku. I told you King Cold The power isn't in my weapon but in me. This will cure you of the heart virus Goku.... Father You Stubborn Fool! You don't know the power of the androids we have to fight them together. Father you can't allow Cell to absorb 18! I saw you die in the past Cell! And I'll kill you in the present to create a better future!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark shakes his head. " You know Batman you didn't need to bring Raven into this. He passed every other test he' not Heroslayer. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glare at him. "It's better to err on the side of caution he may not even know he's Heroslayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Seems unlikely if you ask me." Superman grunts. " Does this have anything to do with your attraction to Vampirella?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. " I clench my fist. "This is strictly business. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You can meet another girl is all I'm saying..." Clark goes on One thing him and Conner have in common is the fact that both of them don't know when to shut up. Thankfully he's interrupted by the boy's mother Bulma Who somehow hacked the the JLA teleporter. I had always wondered what an intelligent woman like that saw in what in someone who is basically a muscle bound thug. Prince or no. Though Clark likes to think of him as a "project" trying to turn his aggressiveness into heroism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you doing kidnapping my son , and making him prove he's not Heroslayer?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He came willingly." I state. " If he's not Heroslayer you have to admit there is a lot of evidence pointing to him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's Bull!" her blue eyes sparkle with rage. " Heroslayer told Vella that But Mirai has proved it wasn't true!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven comes out. " She's right. he's not Heroslayer, nor is he possessed. Or insane. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything suspicious about him?" I question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Besides the fact he has a near obsession with making sure people don't go through what he did? None. He's oddly somewhat like you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that of someone who would willingly side with Tony Stark ia anything like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma gets a smug look on her face. " If this is all.I'm taking him home " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Vegeta smirking in the background. "No. I want to talk to your husband a second. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Whatever! Come on Trunks!" She shouts I wonder why she calls both boys "Trunks?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What is is Wayne?" The Prince growls. I hate the fact he knows who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What it is is i want you to forbid Vincent from seeing Cassandra! Not just now as from his grounding I mean forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This again?" I laughs. " Let go Bruce she is not even your daughter. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maybe not by blood..." I start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Whatever. Let her make her own choices." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Like you did with Bra and Goten?" I taunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugs " I learn from my mistakes unlike some people who keep making them over and over again ad nauseum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What do you mean by that?" I challenge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Exactly what it sounds like Batman. How many times have you betrayed those you that trust you? Because you are paranoid?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away angrily Before I leave his site I say. " I don't want Cassandra having your grandchildren." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Won't that be her choice in a year or more? " He mocks. " She's seventeen right? her real father seems to have no problem with Vincent." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Her real father is a maniac that abused her." I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Whatever, Leave them alone they may find they are not right for each other, keep trying to break them apart they'll just get a Romeo Juliet complex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the alien is a phsycologist? " What if I leave them alone, and hey stay together?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince sneers. " Some things are just meant to be I suppose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away from this conversation. I wish I could use Robin's drinking as an excuse for introducing the two of them, but he did this before his drinking problem. I don't know why he would do this maybe to get her away from himself? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flash runs up to me. " Hey Bruce! you gotta letter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could send a letter up here? I open it and it says "I know Heroslayer's identity It's in this DNA test." Signed "?" The Question. I read the results. " Sloppy as he is the man's brilliant, hiding among his own victims. He pretended to kill himself in another identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-1504847169919257689?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1504847169919257689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=1504847169919257689&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1504847169919257689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/1504847169919257689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/mirais-tests.html' title='Mirai&apos;s tests'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-907379847590955449</id><published>2007-04-24T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:37:54.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casulities of War</title><content type='html'>Last year Me, Robin, And Nightwing went on a trip of self discovery, While I left Cassandra to take down The LOA, and Titans East. My trip was in a quest to rid myself of my personal demons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cassandra both failed. Well at least on the Alfred front, things have normalized. Turns out he had a concussion from a bowling ball falling on his head. Either that or he was getting closer to his feminine side and using the concussion as an excuse. Either way he no longer looks like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ri7fZddv6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QwjjWmDsB3s/s1600-h/auntharriet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ri7fZddv6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QwjjWmDsB3s/s320/auntharriet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057225060082772242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure that it's all that much better than this. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ri7f7tdv6SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/99zVW6Tk_g0/s1600-h/site148_20060314194831_Seventies_party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ri7f7tdv6SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/99zVW6Tk_g0/s320/site148_20060314194831_Seventies_party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057225648493291810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except one is weirder than the other. I had a crisis of faith. Not because of Alfred, Just I had to send Tim to rehab for his drinking . Though not all of what he said in his tantrum that was a response to that was true, like me being responsible for his Father's death, No that was the original Captain Boomerang, and Jean Loring. One thing was true I am responible for Stephanie Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get her to stop being a crime fighter , she just wasn't cut out for it. But her sheer determination had impressed me. I tried to make her into a new Robin, then I realized she would be killed. If she kept going the way she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately I was right. She was captured by Black Mask and tortured. I Got her to an old friend of mine Leslie Thomkins, and she did nothing to save her to teach me some kind of sick lesson about training young crime fighters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen the signs that Leslie was cracking. But I was too busy with the Gotham Gang War. I haven't seen Thompkins since I need to hunt her down and make her pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought to myself. Maybe every one was right, maybe I make my own problems. If I just hung up the cowl , Gotham and the world would be better without the Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat staring at my costume. Oracle called at this moment. " Hey we're leaving the Boudakai, Vegeta is going to fight Thor, and I don't think they'll be an arena left after these two are finished. Probably the island will be gone too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's fine." I answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We'll leave as soon as Cass says goodbye to her boyfriend." Oracle states cheerily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind the amature video that the news kept playing over, and over of the fight with Hero Slayer, Kara, Batgirl , And the saiyan children run through my mind. All i see was the the girl wearing my symbol being hurt. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ri7tCNdv6TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kZr738LNtFY/s1600-h/Heroslayer+vs+CassAns+Kara+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ri7tCNdv6TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kZr738LNtFY/s320/Heroslayer+vs+CassAns+Kara+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057240053813602610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A t first I though Cassandra had become sloppy because of the boy being there. But since the tape came to light I saw she was almost flawless, Heroslayer got lucky. Another girl who because of me , and my war was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slayer would have never went after her if she didn't wear that costume. That's when my common sense knocks me out of my self pity. Even If Cassandra didn't wear the costume anymore, After I had introduced her to the concept of morality, she was as determined as I am to stop crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guilt of the of that man killed weighs heavily on her soul, and she would do almost anything to balance the scales. And odd things happen in this community. Even without Robin, Cassandra may have run in to Vincent, and be attracted to him for whatever reason anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Heroslayer would have still injured her. On TV I saw The children of members of that Superhero team he killed a while back. Crying over their parents graves. I then remember the promise I gave my parents over their graves. More vividly I recall watching them be shot while I could do nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the realization, Heroslayer needs to stopped he declared war on us, and the our next generation, Now I'm declaring war on him. I put the costume on , and prepare to follow the first lead, Mirai Trunks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no This has nothing to do with Vampirella . I don't have an obsession over her no matter what some people may report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-907379847590955449?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/907379847590955449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=907379847590955449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/907379847590955449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/907379847590955449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/casulities-of-war.html' title='Casulities of War'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3LnVZLVDJBo/Ri7fZddv6RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QwjjWmDsB3s/s72-c/auntharriet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7249472949118151788.post-759563917864771436</id><published>2007-04-16T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:41:38.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRRGH!</title><content type='html'>I had to create a new blog. While I was at the Boudakai Alfred Hid my Passwords until I agreed to call him Aunt Harriet. Clark won't stop laughing about it. That and he keeps bragging that his kid is still in the tournament . No kidding. Because mine punched yours in the crotch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alfred deleted all my crime files and Protocols for defeating various super threats. So sorry Cassandra But I have to go back to Gotham, And repair all the damage. Want to know how bad it is? The Batcave is now gas powered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Robin? Stop ordering Synthoids on my accounts. I really don't think Kara, Or Cassandra (both of them) would appreciate that your using their likenesses , Nor would thier boyfriends. Ok Kara really doesn't have a boyfriend , more like "bed buddies." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I get everything reorganized who wants to run an intervention for a certain someone ? I can't take his erratic behavior anymore. No Tim not your drinking . I mean Alfred and his new Aunt Harriett persona . This has to cease. If you want to read my first post (on my now dead blog.) Here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://darkkinghtblog.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7249472949118151788-759563917864771436?l=darknighblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/feeds/759563917864771436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7249472949118151788&amp;postID=759563917864771436&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/759563917864771436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7249472949118151788/posts/default/759563917864771436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/arrrrgh.html' title='ARRRRGH!'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04085379290768393069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/av-2174.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
