Thomas Wayne Jr. (Owlman)

@csa-owlman

RP Blog of Thomas Wayne Jr. aka Owlman from the Crime Syndicate of America. Based on the character from DC Comics. Muse and Mun are of age. NOTE: Owlman is a thoroughly evil individual. Anything he does or says in an RP situation does not necessarily reflect the opinions or views of the mun :)

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Starter RP

He diverted his course as he approached her and instead crossed over to a number of panels. “My name is not important,” he said. “All you need to know is that you are currently in the custody of the Crime Syndicate of America.” He grinned wickedly at her as his fingers danced over the panels. “I would advise you not to resist.”

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Her eyes followed him, gaze piercing despite her growing confusion. “Crime Syndicate?” Did the Injustice League get a new, slightly more original name or is this a whole new deal? Something was off with this situation.

“Look, I have a bad habit of not respecting authority when they tell me to do something.” Batgirl said, crossing her arms. “So, give me one reason why I shouldn’t resist and go kick your ass right now.”

“You could,” Owlman answered calmly. “But I hold the key to you getting back home.” He looked across at her. “Unless you intend to torture me for the information in which case I’ve made a mistake and you should be on our team.” A wicked grin formed. “But I doubt it.”

Owlman followed and scaled the building beside her. “Of course I would…

Owlman continued through the rooms and, eventually, came upon a large safe. He searched his utility belt and took out a small device which he placed on the safe. There was a tiny explosion and a puff of white smoke. He reached forward and opened the safe easily. Inside was a small piece of glowing green crystal. “What’s this?” he asked, taking it out and looking at it closely.

She turned to look at what he was holding. She jumped down off the table to come next him. She looked at it then relization came to her. “Well it looks like Lex has been a naughty and busy boy. It looks like he wants to get superman. Mmm.”

Behind his black mask, Owlman’s eyes narrowed. “This piece of rock can destroy that man?” he asked her, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief.

She took it from his hand getting a closer look of it. “Well not kill him. I think that it weakness him or something to that effect. I wonder what he is going to do? Mmmm.”

Owlman grinned. “I don’t know but I’d like to find out before he dies. Perhaps we should keep this rock for the time being, in case of any….. complications.”

She turned walking away with swaying. “Do what you wish dear. I am in for the show, fun and gems.” She stopped at one of the door. She heard a click of a trigger. “Oh dear it seems we are not alone.” She purred looking over her shoulder.

He moved quickly, leaping across the room towards the door in a flurry of black and grey. Taking up position to the side of the door, he slid a mean looking device from his utility belt. “Wait for the prey to come to us,” he said quietly, clearly enjoying every minute of this.

Starter RP

Owlman hooked the device back onto his belt and approached her. “But what to do with you now?” he mused. “I can’t send you back with this, you could end up in any dimension. No…. I might have better uses for you…”

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Steph quickly shook off any rogue delirium as the man began to approach her. Instinctively she formed a fighting stance. Something bout this guy set her on edge, she almost felt like she should know him. Try as she might though, she couldn’t think of anyone who had an owl motif.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. I can be a real pain in the ass.” She tried to make her tone strong, almost like a threat. But even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. She was in another dimension, unfamiliar territory, and this guy was giving her all the heebee jeebies. Once again, this situation was not good.

She needed a way out. “Just who are you anyway?”

He diverted his course as he approached her and instead crossed over to a number of panels. “My name is not important,” he said. “All you need to know is that you are currently in the custody of the Crime Syndicate of America.” He grinned wickedly at her as his fingers danced over the panels. “I would advise you not to resist.”

Whack-a-bird// open rp.

He was silent for a moment. “Owlman,” he said eventually. “From the Crime Syndicate.”

She pouted a little at him and put on her best puppydog eyes. “Aww that’s so boring.”

Owlman looked at her for a moment. “Fine,” he said eventually. “Call me birdie boy but not in front of anyone else.”

Owlman followed and scaled the building beside her. “Of course I would…

Owlman continued through the rooms and, eventually, came upon a large safe. He searched his utility belt and took out a small device which he placed on the safe. There was a tiny explosion and a puff of white smoke. He reached forward and opened the safe easily. Inside was a small piece of glowing green crystal. “What’s this?” he asked, taking it out and looking at it closely.

She turned to look at what he was holding. She jumped down off the table to come next him. She looked at it then relization came to her. “Well it looks like Lex has been a naughty and busy boy. It looks like he wants to get superman. Mmm.”

Behind his black mask, Owlman’s eyes narrowed. “This piece of rock can destroy that man?” he asked her, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief.

She took it from his hand getting a closer look of it. “Well not kill him. I think that it weakness him or something to that effect. I wonder what he is going to do? Mmmm.”

Owlman grinned. “I don’t know but I’d like to find out before he dies. Perhaps we should keep this rock for the time being, in case of any..... complications.”

“That would depend on what you have in mind,” Owlman…

Owlman followed and scaled the building beside her. “Of course I would…

Owlman continued through the rooms and, eventually, came upon a large safe. He searched his utility belt and took out a small device which he placed on the safe. There was a tiny explosion and a puff of white smoke. He reached forward and opened the safe easily. Inside was a small piece of glowing green crystal. “What’s this?” he asked, taking it out and looking at it closely.

She turned to look at what he was holding. She jumped down off the table to come next him. She looked at it then relization came to her. “Well it looks like Lex has been a naughty and busy boy. It looks like he wants to get superman. Mmm.”

Behind his black mask, Owlman’s eyes narrowed. “This piece of rock can destroy that man?” he asked her, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief.

Edward didn’t know what to say after hearing such a thing. Sure he was a villain but he wasn’t as gruesome or cruel some of them could get. He didn’t cut into them or shoot them until they were falling apart with each bullet. Riddler preferred things less dirty, blood was hard to get out of suits after all.

"Be more specific." Though he was hearing about another version of himself, he wanted to know exactly what happened until his parallel self gave out his last breath.

"How did he die exactly? What was used? Who killed him?"

“Your parallel self made a stand against the Crime Syndicate along with the there heroes - the likes of Luthor, Freeze and Black Manta. Well, they were crushed easily. The Riddler fared poorly I must admit. He kept leaving clues that led us straight to where he was hiding. The Syndicate or, more accurately, Ultraman and I, cornered him. Through all of the riddles, I don’t think he realised what we would do. As the life left his eyes, his last word was ‘why’.” Owlman chuckled. “But I have no interest in killing you, Mr Nigma. No. I’m just interested in this world’s Batman. Ultraman, Superwoman and Power Ring are in the Watchtower as we speak.”

The other’s answer was something he expected but being questioned why he left behind his riddles and clues, that seemed to anger him.

"Listen here you Batman knockoff," Edward growled, pointing a finger at him. "There is a reason behind the riddles and clues. There’s a big reason. He didn’t go down without a fight and that’s better than cowering in fear until e gave out his last breath."

The villain tightened his grip on his cane. “I leave behind riddles and clues because it’s what I do. I didn’t just get up one day, throw on a suit with question marks and decide that I would be Gotham’s smartest villain. I have a damn good reason why.”

His grip loosened. “Tell me something.” Edward let out a breath, blood no longer boiling. “What happened to Jonathan? What happened to Jervis? Harley? Pamela? Because I swear to god if you killed them too, your universe will be missing a certain Owlman.”

Owlman grinned. “Most of the Resistance are dead. Jonothan Crane certainly is. Pamela escaped. Harley.... I haven’t heard this name but a certain Harleen Quinzel I have heard of. She joined us after some... persuasion.” He chuckled darkly.

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“I don’t think that’s possible,” he answered with a sly grin. “No one can turn you good, Harley.”

“Oh I know and he knows it really.” She smirked happily. “But it’s very fun to let him try. What do I call you if I can’t call you birdie boy.”

He was silent for a moment. “Owlman,” he said eventually. “From the Crime Syndicate.”

Whack-a-bird// open rp.

“Interesting,” Owlman mused. “This hero is dead now, I assume?”

“No because he is still a really good bed mate.” Harley smirked “He is convinced he can turn me good again.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he answered with a sly grin. “No one can turn you good, Harley.”

He stopped about halfway, now much more interested in the strange man who was known as ‘Owlman’. “What happened to me in your dimension?” Edward turned around to face him. “I doubt you can kill Batman.”

The villain smirked a little. “It’s nearly impossible.”

“In my dimension, the parallel you is or, more accurately was, a so-called hero. He was crushed quickly by the Crime Syndicate and his body displayed with the corpses of the other heroes. Only Luthor managed to escape.” He grinned. “And nothing is impossible.”

Edward didn’t know what to say after hearing such a thing. Sure he was a villain but he wasn’t as gruesome or cruel some of them could get. He didn’t cut into them or shoot them until they were falling apart with each bullet. Riddler preferred things less dirty, blood was hard to get out of suits after all.

"Be more specific." Though he was hearing about another version of himself, he wanted to know exactly what happened until his parallel self gave out his last breath.

"How did he die exactly? What was used? Who killed him?"

“Your parallel self made a stand against the Crime Syndicate along with the there heroes - the likes of Luthor, Freeze and Black Manta. Well, they were crushed easily. The Riddler fared poorly I must admit. He kept leaving clues that led us straight to where he was hiding. The Syndicate or, more accurately, Ultraman and I, cornered him. Through all of the riddles, I don’t think he realised what we would do. As the life left his eyes, his last word was ‘why’.” Owlman chuckled. “But I have no interest in killing you, Mr Nigma. No. I’m just interested in this world’s Batman. Ultraman, Superwoman and Power Ring are in the Watchtower as we speak.”

“That would depend on what you have in mind,” Owlman…

Owlman followed and scaled the building beside her. “Of course I would...

Owlman continued through the rooms and, eventually, came upon a large safe. He searched his utility belt and took out a small device which he placed on the safe. There was a tiny explosion and a puff of white smoke. He reached forward and opened the safe easily. Inside was a small piece of glowing green crystal. “What’s this?” he asked, taking it out and looking at it closely.

“That would depend on what you have in mind,” Owlman…

Owlman followed and scaled the building beside her. “Of course I would come,” he said. “I do so enjoy it.” Once they were on top, he spoke again. “Any other places we can… turn up to?”

"Mmmm I cant think of any right know dear. Why don’t you chose this one." She smirked walking up to him and touched his cheek. "Its your turn dear. I all for any kind of fun."

Owlman grinned. “I know a place,” he said. He moved quickly through the streets of the city then, coming to rest in the shadows. He looked up at the large building in front of him, emblazoned with the word “LexCorp”. “I prefer to go for the more challenging targets,” he said. “Shall we cause some….. destruction?”

She smirked at this. “I been wanting to show my new nails to Lex. Let’s have some fun.”

Owlman took a small device from his belt and shot it at the building. A grappling hook flew from the device and embedded itself into the building’s walls. The window was no issue - the dark figure expertly removed the glass from the frame. He beckoned his companion inside.

She crawled in and landed with a soft click from her shoes. Standing she moved to one of the many doors. “What’s behind door number one?” She purred have her nails scratch the door.

“Open it and find out,” he answered. “I do hope Lex Luthor is home. How I would love to see the look in that man’s eyes as I slowly kill him.”

csa-owlman:

"It’s common sense. If there is no hero, then what’s the point of a villain? I’d be just another criminal. There’s a big difference between the two. Villains have more of a connection. Batman allowed me to work with him after I awoke from a coma. For a few weeks or so I became a good guy until the memories came back. Now I’m a neutral villain. I am planning to take over Gotham, not kill the bat."

“What a pity,” Owlman said, walking forward slowly. “Then, to me, you are on his side. You plan to take Gotham? What happens then? You will be deposed and have to start again. You see, Mr. Nigma, it’s a long never-ending cycle. That’s why I won’t stop with killing Batman, oh no. I will only stop when I have achieved my ultimate goal.” He stopped and grinned. “The destruction of reality itself.”

"I’m the smartest person in Gotham, so I don’t worry too much about that. Also you’re right about the cycle but what would I do without it? Each time I can think of something better, then finally I will have the perfect plan." Edward leaned forward on his cane a bit.

"You killing Batman is like Batman killing Joker. It won’t ever happen."

Owlman was silent for a moment. “Do you know anything about parallel dimensions?” he asked eventually.

"I have a little knowledge about them, yes." Edward nodded at him. "Why do you ask?"

“Because,” Owlman answered. “There are an infinite number of Batmans out there. What would it matter if I destroyed one.” He laughed. “Of course, nothing will matter once I have destroyed Earth Prime, the original dimension. Destroying that will cause a chain reaction that will eliminate reality. But, until then, I am content in the annihilation of my parallel selves.” He grinned.

"You are one crazy man." He shook his head, turning and beginning to walk back to the computer behind him with many screens hanging on the wall. "Good luck with all that."

“I am,” Owlman answered. “But that is what makes me so willing to do what is right. Well Mr. Nigma, this conversation has been very…. enlightening. Your parallel self from my dimension didn’t last as long I’m afraid.” He turned to leave but paused. “I will kill this Batman,” he said darkly. “And relish every moment of it.”

He stopped about halfway, now much more interested in the strange man who was known as ‘Owlman’. “What happened to me in your dimension?” Edward turned around to face him. “I doubt you can kill Batman.”

The villain smirked a little. “It’s nearly impossible.”

“In my dimension, the parallel you is or, more accurately was, a so-called hero. He was crushed quickly by the Crime Syndicate and his body displayed with the corpses of the other heroes. Only Luthor managed to escape.” He grinned. “And nothing is impossible.”

Whack-a-bird// open rp.

“Yes,” he said to her. “As long as it’s not my skull.” He reclipped his utility belt to his waist. “You had a good teacher. Who was he?”

“I wouldn’t want to break your pretty face.” She giggled softly at him stretching her arms above her head. “I got trained by a hero and switched side.”

“Interesting,” Owlman mused. “This hero is dead now, I assume?”

csa-owlman:

"It’s common sense. If there is no hero, then what’s the point of a villain? I’d be just another criminal. There’s a big difference between the two. Villains have more of a connection. Batman allowed me to work with him after I awoke from a coma. For a few weeks or so I became a good guy until the memories came back. Now I’m a neutral villain. I am planning to take over Gotham, not kill the bat."

“What a pity,” Owlman said, walking forward slowly. “Then, to me, you are on his side. You plan to take Gotham? What happens then? You will be deposed and have to start again. You see, Mr. Nigma, it’s a long never-ending cycle. That’s why I won’t stop with killing Batman, oh no. I will only stop when I have achieved my ultimate goal.” He stopped and grinned. “The destruction of reality itself.”

"I’m the smartest person in Gotham, so I don’t worry too much about that. Also you’re right about the cycle but what would I do without it? Each time I can think of something better, then finally I will have the perfect plan." Edward leaned forward on his cane a bit.

"You killing Batman is like Batman killing Joker. It won’t ever happen."

Owlman was silent for a moment. “Do you know anything about parallel dimensions?” he asked eventually.

"I have a little knowledge about them, yes." Edward nodded at him. "Why do you ask?"

“Because,” Owlman answered. “There are an infinite number of Batmans out there. What would it matter if I destroyed one.” He laughed. “Of course, nothing will matter once I have destroyed Earth Prime, the original dimension. Destroying that will cause a chain reaction that will eliminate reality. But, until then, I am content in the annihilation of my parallel selves.” He grinned.

"You are one crazy man." He shook his head, turning and beginning to walk back to the computer behind him with many screens hanging on the wall. "Good luck with all that."

“I am,” Owlman answered. “But that is what makes me so willing to do what is right. Well Mr. Nigma, this conversation has been very.... enlightening. Your parallel self from my dimension didn’t last as long I’m afraid.” He turned to leave but paused. “I will kill this Batman,” he said darkly. “And relish every moment of it.”

Edward nodded along to the other’s words before shaking his head. “Well aren’t you straight forward with everything?” He rose a brow, keeping his eyes locked on him. “I don’t think I will say anything, you have the insanity of Joker. Also, why would I want Batman dead? Then this villain,” He gestured to himself. “Won’t have a hero to fight.”

Owlman was momentarily taken aback. “You spend your existence fighting him and you don’t want him dead? Doesn’t the thought of this ‘Batman’ slowly rotting in the ground please you?”

"It’s common sense. If there is no hero, then what’s the point of a villain? I’d be just another criminal. There’s a big difference between the two. Villains have more of a connection. Batman allowed me to work with him after I awoke from a coma. For a few weeks or so I became a good guy until the memories came back. Now I’m a neutral villain. I am planning to take over Gotham, not kill the bat."

“What a pity,” Owlman said, walking forward slowly. “Then, to me, you are on his side. You plan to take Gotham? What happens then? You will be deposed and have to start again. You see, Mr. Nigma, it’s a long never-ending cycle. That’s why I won’t stop with killing Batman, oh no. I will only stop when I have achieved my ultimate goal.” He stopped and grinned. “The destruction of reality itself.”

"I’m the smartest person in Gotham, so I don’t worry too much about that. Also you’re right about the cycle but what would I do without it? Each time I can think of something better, then finally I will have the perfect plan." Edward leaned forward on his cane a bit.

"You killing Batman is like Batman killing Joker. It won’t ever happen."

Owlman was silent for a moment. “Do you know anything about parallel dimensions?” he asked eventually.

"I have a little knowledge about them, yes." Edward nodded at him. "Why do you ask?"

“Because,” Owlman answered. “There are an infinite number of Batmans out there. What would it matter if I destroyed one.” He laughed. “Of course, nothing will matter once I have destroyed Earth Prime, the original dimension. Destroying that will cause a chain reaction that will eliminate reality. But, until then, I am content in the annihilation of my parallel selves.” He grinned.

Edward nodded along to the other’s words before shaking his head. “Well aren’t you straight forward with everything?” He rose a brow, keeping his eyes locked on him. “I don’t think I will say anything, you have the insanity of Joker. Also, why would I want Batman dead? Then this villain,” He gestured to himself. “Won’t have a hero to fight.”

Owlman was momentarily taken aback. “You spend your existence fighting him and you don’t want him dead? Doesn’t the thought of this ‘Batman’ slowly rotting in the ground please you?”

"It’s common sense. If there is no hero, then what’s the point of a villain? I’d be just another criminal. There’s a big difference between the two. Villains have more of a connection. Batman allowed me to work with him after I awoke from a coma. For a few weeks or so I became a good guy until the memories came back. Now I’m a neutral villain. I am planning to take over Gotham, not kill the bat."

“What a pity,” Owlman said, walking forward slowly. “Then, to me, you are on his side. You plan to take Gotham? What happens then? You will be deposed and have to start again. You see, Mr. Nigma, it’s a long never-ending cycle. That’s why I won’t stop with killing Batman, oh no. I will only stop when I have achieved my ultimate goal.” He stopped and grinned. “The destruction of reality itself.”

"I’m the smartest person in Gotham, so I don’t worry too much about that. Also you’re right about the cycle but what would I do without it? Each time I can think of something better, then finally I will have the perfect plan." Edward leaned forward on his cane a bit.

"You killing Batman is like Batman killing Joker. It won’t ever happen."

Owlman was silent for a moment. “Do you know anything about parallel dimensions?” he asked eventually.

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