We need to create the Killer Moth Who Creeps somehow. It's the only guaranteed way to beat the Batman Who Laughs!
-@enterthecocoon
I appreciate the thought, but I'm stayin' the heck away from these dark universes. I keep getting "killed" in them!
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We need to create the Killer Moth Who Creeps somehow. It's the only guaranteed way to beat the Batman Who Laughs!
-@enterthecocoon
I appreciate the thought, but I'm stayin' the heck away from these dark universes. I keep getting "killed" in them!
Hello, Miss Kyle! I was just curious, you said you were never imprisoned at Arkham, but have you ever been imprisoned in another facility? If so, which? Personally, I think you're missing out not going to Arkham. Sure, the food isn't great, but I met loads of fun people there! -enterthecocoon
... And, well…!
Missing out! What a quaint way of phrasing that. 'Missing out', I should hope you never end up there AT ALL, my dear. It is no place for those who wish to keep some level of decency.
Not to mention being forced onto medications: I hardly sleep well when I'm in Arkham, you know. Becoming far too aware of everyone and everything. Feeling trapped, and like Boojums are lurking around every corner. No... No I would not wish you there, my pet. You deserve far better than that... We all do.
Prison, honestly, sounds better than the horrors I’ve heard… or at least, the county prison I’ve been to last I was caught. Mind, I wasn’t there long…
But at least I slept. Thank you, darling.
That’s the only unpleasantry, you’ll be pleased to know
I certainly hope so.
Excerpt
A brief roleplay scenario with @darcimasonusb and @enterthecocoon concerning conspiracy, crime, and damsels in distress.
Though many criticized Drury’s taste when it comes to fashion, he thought it was a smart Idea to wait in casual clothes that had reminiscent qualities to his Moth suit, waiting in an orange jacket, purple pullover, and green trousers, all toned down to more moderate levels as too bright colours would attract unwanted attention swirling around him. People really were just like Moths.
Someone who wasn’t looking for Killer Moth wouldn’t recognize him, so only his fellow rogue Edward Nygma, A.K.A. the Riddler, would be aware of his true self- and hopefully be persuaded to let him be part of whatever his grand plan is. Asking around in the darker parts of this city, Drury wasn’t even able to pick up on any rumors of what he may be planning - but there is always a calm before the storm and no doubt the only reason the Riddler would be silent for so long was because he was busy with preparations - whatever he may be preparing. He took a final sip of the milkshake he bought at the Hill street cafe, placed the empty glass on the table and stood up. His potential collaborator should be here any moment. He looked around: no sign of him yet.
Hoping that Mr. Nygma hadn’t forgotten about their meeting - or even worse, purposefully stood him up, he took out a Star Wars comic that he recently bought out of his jacket to diminish the waiting time while reading it. Perhaps following Jedi Knight Ki-Adi Mundi on his journey through the desert planet of Tatooine would bring him to less self-deprecating thoughts.
Conversely, dressing down for Edward was simply a matter of adjusting style. There was shifting colour to match the season, more deviance from the standard pallet, but there was never much mistaking, for those who knew what to look for, who he was.
Precisely on time, Edward closed his pocket watch as he strolled in, and pocketed it as he looked about. Ah, there. No mistaking the brand: obtaining a quick coffee to go, Edward meandered over to Drury. “Mr Walker?”
“Ah!” Drury recognized him, closing his comic book to put it back in his jacket and politely holding out his hand. “Mr. Nygma!”
Taken, shaken. “What were you reading?”
After shaking Edward’s, Drury led his hand back to the pocket and pulled the comic back out, the cover displaying a wise-looking old man with a white beard weilding a magenta-bladed Lightsaber, posing in front of animals and bandaged characters that Edward may have recognized as Banthas and Tusken Raiders respectively. Above the characters, the title of the comic was presented: Star Wars: Outlander The Exile of Sharad Hett - Issue 5. "Oh, it’s just a little comic I read to pass the time. It just came out today, so I picked it up on the way here.“
"Oooo, new one. I’ll have to catch the new issue on the way back, I’ve been way behind.” he chuckled, wiggling his coffee. “No spoilers, hm?”
“Oh, you’re reading it, too?”, Drury asked. “I mean, if you’ve been behind, I could borrow you some of my comics. The story is getting a lot more interesting than the first arc and ties better into the new Movie.”
“Reading, no. Have yet to begin, yes.” he admitted. “Now…what’s all this about, Drury?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.” Drury responded. “You’re planning something big, aren’t you? I’d like to be part of it.”
Edward paused for a beat, brows raised, and then sipped his coffee with a smirk. “How’d you guess.”
Drury smirked back. He thought this a sign of admittance. “Your silence spoke more than a thousand words. You’ve been too quiet lately. And whenever I think "I sure wonder what the Riddler’s up to, I’ve not heard from him in a while”, the next day’s papers report on you trapping Commissioner Gordon in a virtual reality game. Or taking over a toy company. What’s it gonna be this time? I’d love to get involved!“
Edward’s smirk never moved, even at the mention of The Incident. Note to self, destroy newspaper archive. "You would, huh? I have to say, I don’t usually take on any accomplices.” he frowned, casually peering into his coffee, as if it had some counsel for him on the subject. “I confess, I’m a bit of a lone wolf about my affairs, and I think this one might be somewhat out of your wheelhouse, Walker.”
“C-come on, I’m sure I can be of help somehow!”, Drury interjected. “I can show you how useful I can be! We could look around if we see the Cops chasing some crook, I could make sure they don’t get them!”
“You think so?”
“I know so! Saving crooks from the cops is my modus operandi!”
How is that meant to match up with mine, I wonder. “Perhaps I need a demonstration.” offered Edward, having another sip. “To see what would actually be at play.”
Drury placed down his milkshake. “Should we go out and look for some criminal running for the cops? Shouldn’t be too hard to find in this city.”
“Sure~” Why not? It’d give him time to think of a polite blow-off.
“Excellent!” Drury got up and opened the door of his car. “After you!”
“Thank you~” he smiled, sliding in. This should make for a fun afternoon, looking about for mischief with a D-lister. But bothering the cops? Might want to start a little smaller. “I have an idea, Walker.”
An ecstatic “Oh? Yes?”, came out of a grinning Drury, eager to impress another rogue.
“Instead of hunting out those dunderheaded police, why don’t we raise the stakes a bit?” he offered slyly, smiling in clear conspiracy. “And pursue a criminal instead. Someone bright enough to think like us? That’s a challenge.”
“Oh…of course! Not quite my style, but I think I should be able to do it!”
“Not a sincere catch, mind you.” he chuckled kindly. “Just enough to shake up some street-level mugger, have a little fun.”
Drury placed his hands on the steering wheel and started up the engine. As if Killer Moth couldn’t handle a common crook. “Consider it done!”
Darci had a straightforward, however tame, day ahead of her. Take in the surroundings. Learn the area. Make note of any signs or signals that may cross her path. Street Smarts.
For this occasion, she wore a maroon coat over a black and white patterned pencil dress. Something autumn to get used to the times. The idea was to just walk around town and don’t look suspicious. And surprisingly enough, she was succeeding! Until she left the bustling crowded streets, that is.
Meanwhile, for the small-time crook known as Clyde, this had been a day of realisation. He was starting to notice how poorly thought-out his tactic of driving around the emptier streets of the city and robbing whoever walked around alone was - no one with a decent amount of money ever came to this part of the city, and the places they did come to were too crowded to pull anything.
But as if fortuna herself had heard him, he spotted a dainty, easily-overpowered young lady walk around the streets. Putting his mask on, he parked in front of her and got out of his vehicle. “Hello, lady.”, he said. “That’s a nice purse.”
Darci took a second to recognize the situation. She knew exactly what was gonna happen. Oh and what fun it would be. “Hello, person.” she replied. “That’s a nice mask.”
“Why, thanks.” he said dryly, taking out his gun. “I bet the purse’s contents are nice, as well. Show me.”
“Oh nooo.” she said in a rather monotone voice. “Whatever shall I do?” Darci walked up to him, with a funny sort of smile. She looked straight down the center pin of his revolver. “You know, you also have a nice gun!” she laughed. One hand crept onto the barrel like a spider while the other tucked her clutch behind her back. “It’s a darned shame isn’t it?” She had a solid grip.
Clyde became somewhat unsettled at the blonde’s reaction. Was she too foolish to realise the situation? Or perhaps, it was he who didn’t know what he was dealing with.
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Meanwhile, looking for crime through a pair of binoculars on top of a building, Drury Walker’s sight fell upon the robber and his uncooperative victim. “Hey, Edward.”, he said, handing him the binoculars. “Isn’t that girl there being robbed?”
The drive to a random building and the consequent climb up the fire escape was daring enough, but now, Edward wondered, as they scanned the area in broad daylight, was this the very picture of the Dark Knight’s moonlighting? Or, in this case, is it daylighting..?
Reverie interrupted, Edward calmly peered down to the scene in question.“Looks like it, Walker. What’s the plan?”
“We track the crook, incapacitate him and get the poor lady’s belongings back. Can you make out his license plate?”
“Not from here, but you know, we could probably catch up. Looks to me like they’re arguing.”
“That gives us more time! To the Mothmobile!” he exclaimed, despite knowing full well that the car they travelled with was not said Mothmobile. Edward followed, swift on Drury’s heels.
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Clyde just stared at the lady’s confused reaction. Was this some sort of self-defense strategy? “Hands off!” he shouted, trying to rip the gun from her grasp.
Darci was more than calm with an iron grip. “What’s the matter? Are you…” she lifted the gun out of his hands and held it like a cigarette. “Nervous?” Her deviance had shined through. Darci taunted him by fiddling with the gun. “Getting a closer look at this really makes me appreciate the craftsmanship… I think I’ll be keeping it!”
Then, in a rush she got a brilliant idea! It wasn’t everyday she could get to do this you know.
“Oh and! Let’s not forget all the trouble you put me through!” she dramatized the past minute “I’ll accept your jacket as payment!” She pointed the gun at Clyde, smiling as if to say ‘pleasure doing business with you!’.
Tapped, Clyde slowly pushed the sleeves off of his shoulders. “Didn’t know you were another crook…”
“Yeah, well, when you assume it makes an ass outta you! But you already did that when you pulled up here, didn’t'cha?” Darci held her aim steady, watching his move.
He carefully handed her his jacket, then raised his arms up.
“Good! Good! Now get outta here ya rascal!” she laughed, lowering the revolver. A job well done :). Darci folded the jacket neatly over her arm.
Carefully, the robber stepped back to his car, his hands kept up.
“Halt! I have seen everything!” came a voice from the side, and as they followed its sound their eyes met a tall, muscular man in a full, overly bright Moth costume. Clyde wasn’t sure what to make of this. A new addition to the bat family? The red eyes of the bugman laid onto the Robber. “Worry not, fair citizen, for today, the Killer Moth seeks to bring justice. And you…” He now looked upon Darci. “Taking some poor, innocent soul at gunpoint and stealing his jacket…you should be ashamed of yourself!”
“Ack!” Darci jumped up in surprise and pointed the revolver at Killer Moth. Her hands were shaky. The tacky uniform. The overly enthusiastic voice. The oddly muscular body. It all set off alarms in her head. It’s obvious this is one of Schott’s toys.
“Damn you! You think you can just take me to em’ that easy? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so!”
Is this how Crooks usually react to being caught? Moth wondered. No wonder Batman is always in such a bad mood.
He returned by aiming his cocoon gun at her and having the other hand ready to start up the Wings on his back. “Resistance is futile! Drop your weapon.”
How long did he take to make this guy?
“Funny! I was just about to say the same thing!” she fired the weapon at Moth’s left wing and attempted to dodge behind Clyde’s car. Whatever his gimmick was, she didn’t want to see it in action.
Taken aback by the Gunshot, Moth tried to dodge by ungracefully leaping aside, landing on his arm and unwillingly shooting a blast of cocoon substance, revealing his gimmick. Having saved his wing in the process, he began to hover up in the air and surprise her from above.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” she blurted out. The gunk from his gun looks like it immobilizes the target. Right.
“So that’s what you do! This bootleg action figure trick is getting old, actually.” she walked backwards and aimed again. “What is this? The third time he’s made someone like you? Jeez.”
1. 2. 3. Fire! She shot the cocoon blaster.
The bullet pulled the gun out of his hand, having it hit the street. Moth reached to his utility belt for a new weapon. Frightened by the shot, Clyde took away in his car. He didn’t care about these freaks killing one another, but he did not want to be involved anymore.
“Bootleg? I am the original! I never copy anyone!” Moth insisted, searching for a new weapon in his utility belt. Not that he was too worried: his suit was designed to tank a bullet or two.
Not wanting to hear his spiel, she tried to fire again. Click! “…” Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick! She threw the revolver to the side. “…” There’s no way you’re winning this fight, Darci.
“Well, it’s been a fun time playing with you, but I really gotta go!” she secured her other items in her arm and skid underneath Moth to find ample means of escape.
“Oh, you’re not getting away that easily, you simple crook!”, he said, flying up behind her, grabbing her by the waist and flying upwards, though she did struggle a lot more than he had expected her to. Furthermore, she felt somewhat strange for a human being, much colder and harder. “What are those? Abs of steel?” Steel?
This scene, as it had played out before him, had been terribly amusing for Edward in the same fashion as a slapstick comedy, but that woman was just too familiar, and steel, of all the words, clicked it all together.
Strolling out of the alley, Edward waved at the pair. “Darci, hi! Is that you?”
Moth sat up and readjusted his helmet. “Edward, you’re here already? I’ve been trying to catch this crook, like you ordered!”
“You mean the crook who was robbing her and got away?”
“Edward!!! Hello!! :D!!” Darci lit up to see her good friend, and hastily wormed her way out of Moth’s arms with ease. That was simpler than I expectedbut oH MY GOD FRIENDFRIENDFRIEND!!! She leapt towards him.
Moth was visibly confused. Did he mess up again? “But…no, wait - she was the robber! I saw her hold the guy at gunpoint and took his jacket!”
Edward opened his arms and embraced Darci with an audible grunt at the impact, settling in with a suppressed cough. “Nice to see you again, sunshine. Drury, this is my friend Darci, she’s no robber. You yourself saw her being held up when we got off the roof: don’t you think it’s sensible to hold someone up when you get the upper hand on them?”
“I didn’t make out who was holding whom up, but..uh…” He took off his helmet and put his face in his hand in shame. “I messed up again, didn’t I? Darci, I think your name was, I’m really sorry for all the trouble I caused you!”
Darci turned to look at Drury. She took a minute to analyze his laugh lines and other distinguishable facial features. He’d be a very clean cut man if he didn’t have a bad case of helmet hair. “No, no you’re alright. You were just trying to do your job…and, hey, sorry about the whole 'bootleg’ thing. I thought you were someone else.”
His facial expression turned just a little less shameful, he reached out his hand. “It’s fine. Wanna start over? My name’s Drury, Drury Walker.”
She slowly let go of Ed and walked in to shake Drury’s hand. “…Darci Mason.”
“Heh, like the Doll?” he asked, then realised this may offend her. “Sorry, you must get that all the time. It’s just that my daughter loves collecting these.”
She gave a well-meaning smile, but her face crinkled into a worried expression. “Yeah, like that. It’s alright.” Darci let go of his hand. Change the subject to something else. Anything else.
“I hope you’re not hurt or anything…have you seen which direction my Cocoon Gun flew in?”
“I’ve seen worse days. Mm, it went…” retrieving 102899.MP4 After a brief pause:“That way.” she pointed southwest from where Drury was facing.
“Are you all right?” asked Edward, checking her over. “That mugger didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“I’m fine!” she laughed. “I even got some loot out of it! I think it’s a Nautica Jacket…”
“Ah, there it is!”, Drury said after finding the gun. “Thank you, Miss Mason, you’ve got a pretty good eye!”
Edward laughed softly, quite amused. “Nice score. Walker and I were on a hunt for criminals, just to see how they operate. He spotted you while you were getting mugged, so he came in to try and stop it.”
“So that’s why!” She snapped her fingers. “That sounds exciting!”
“It’s been fun so far: didn’t think we’d actually run into anyone interesting, so this is a real treat for me.” he nodded proudly. “Walker’s not aiming to hurt you, I promise…At least, as far as I know.”
“I’m not! I promise!”, Drury threw in defensively.
“There, see? Silly mistake~. We rogues can be such goofs.”
"Hmm.” Darci circled around Drury a couple times. Putting her hand to her chin and audibly saying “mmhm” more than a few times with a look of playful suspicion. After a sustained pause… “I’ll give him the Charles Atlas Seal of Approval!” she clapped!
Say, Hatter, does your mind-control technology also work on invertebrates? Or would their different genetic makeup and lower intelligence cause any complications? -enterthecocoon
That’s... actually an intriguing line of inquiry, Mr. Walker. My tests were originally only performed on lab mice-- not FDA approved before I sought to move onto bigger studies. BUT! To answer your question, I do believe there might be some technical difficulties using my cards on those that are fluttery in nature. Not that I think there isn’t a way to control insects, mind you. I’m sure there’s a way to stimulate them through one fashion or another. Merely that my current knowledge on the matter is... limited.
However... That doesn’t mean I’m not willing to find out. I am a man of science, after all.
Greetings, Mr. Hagen! My name is Cameron van Cleer of the Gotham Millionare Club and I have recently gained temporary ownership of the Iceberg Lounge. Knowing how good of a performer you are, I was wondering if I could interest you in portraying some sort of gig at the Lounge. -enterthecocoon
Sounds intriguing, it’s been some time since I last had an audience ta preform for.
I might have to take you up on that whole "nemesis" offer. If I want to be an Anti-Batman, I'll need an Anti-Joker to face off against.
@enterthecocoon
Sounds good. I'll need to schedule you around my plans for Halloween. I'll be doing a livestream of my pilot for my Horror Host show: "The Creeper's B-Movie Boardwalk." I figured this'd be the easiest way to have my show air during the spooky season.
Hi, it's me again! I'm at the hospital right now to visit my daughter and if you're willing, I could drop by at your room so the two of us can get to know each other a little right now. -enterthecocoon
Ah. This is a bit awkward.
I checked out of the hospital the other day, actually, but I'd be willing to meet for brunch at your soonest convenience.
I'm sorry if I'm late, but happy birthday! -enterthecocoon
Thank you, Drury.