SIGNUPS & OOC Click Here! IC Thread: Click Here! D-DAY: Initiation GM POST Cameras shutter. The slick marble clicks with every heel contact. Her tiara flashes with every shot. Two porcelain hands grip the rich mahogany podium cluttered over the top with microphones. Covering her eyes as they darted around--ignoring the constant swarming barks of the Metropolitan reporters in front of her. "Sigh" her breathe showed. "I thought this this was an audition not a press release." "It's both" he replied "It appears like we have brought the center of Metropolis out here to the Hall." A shadow covered the now hushed mob from above. A green man in velvety blue. His toes kissed the marble as he landed, untying his cloak to hand it over to the Princess. "Thank you, J'onn." "We will be taking questions for about an hour and a half before the auditions," he paused " but where are our heroes?" "Maybe they're in the crowd, they could be late." "We will be taking your questions, starting from the front." _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Bat Boy City 47 to Metropolis Before D-DAY Laughter made the night more tolerable than the day time. Sisters had filled the halls, splashing water over their bodies to wash up. Their breathe showed with every cackle. Old bread and butter collected somewhere on the pews they used as tables, candlelight keeping them warm from the invading specks of winter that made its way into cathedral through the roof's gaping holes. Klein walked over to his mother tending to rations of food. Klein stared at the food in concern. His face covered by his mask as he walks down the hall to the flickering light. She stared at the light hauntingly, almost in a dreamlike state. "When are you leaving?" she said Klein said nothing. "You don't need a mask to hide from your old Mother." "I can see what's bothering you." "Don't worry about us Klein. We'll be fine." "Please." she held back "Don't cry before the big day." She peered over at her silenced Bat Child. Her veined hands reached over to his gloved ones. She held his hands. Almost looking through the boy's mask, she stares at him. "You were meant for something special, Klein." she paused "Do you believe in miracles?" "I want you to have this, remember me on your journey. Come back often to visit your family. Don't forget who you are okay?" "You are the hope of this church. You are this cities' guardian angel. These people. They curse people like " Folded into his hand, a locket engraved with intricate designs and a folder filled with memories. Klein gripped its contents and held his mother close. Behind her, he'd raise the locket to the moonlight. It shined--it must have been bought new. Letting his mother go, holding his head to her lips, he gave her final blessing. D-DAY: Initiation Bat Boy's suit clicked and clanked as he walked boldly out the cathedral--his sisters giving their final farewell. With his face hardened under his mask, his suit tore open with the expanse of his wings and took off into the night sky. "W-what the hell is that!?" "Bat Boy is real..." people sighed in shock. His breathe blew from the cloth of his mask, heaving as he launched his body over the quarantine wall of City 47 at full speed. "Dead zone, do not enter." he read Klein was afraid. Below him, a a burnt lifeless wasteland. No roads. No houses. Just burnt, damaged earth. Hours would pass before Klein arrived to any sign of life--much less a "Welcome to New Metropolis" sign. He flew carelessly over the distant farms and suburbs before finding the city. "Oh my god..oh my god. Help!" His heart pounded, staring down at the festering city streets. Hands in a fist, the bat takes a deep sky dive to the city near a young girl being robbed. His inky silhouette shadowed over him, his wings casting over the alley's crime scene. His claws tore deep into the robber's arms as he dived and abducted him into the sky. Screaming and yelling began. "I need information and I need it quick." "W-what do you want with me. Who are you!? Some kind of demon!?" "I need to know where the New Hall of Justice is." "L-let me g--" The robber began to free fall for ten feet. "I don't have a lot of patience." His arm's flesh tore some more when Bat Boy caught him. Unable to talk without stuttering, the robber pointed over to the bright beacons in the sky--the Hall of Justice was light extravagantly at night. "You'll let me go right?" he cried Klein's claws dug deeper into the boy's arm, diving dangerously between buildings and alley ways before dropping the assailant into a nearby alley way. The momentum of flying was enough to knock him out, slamming straight into the wall before the Bat flew away towards the lit beacon, stopping a few miles away a top an apartment building nearby to rest for the night. Klein woke up wrapped in his leathery, fuzzed wings to the sound of helicopters blindly flying over his resting place back to their stations. His mask was wet, not remembering if he cried last night. His suit was torn where his wings and claws had extended from his body. It was 10.35. Cars and news vans were pulling out and a smaller group of people gathered near the Hall's doors to enter. Klein's feet tapped the marble at the Hall's doors, his wings retracted easily into his body. He stumbled into the door, opening it with his weight by pressing his bloody exposed fingers up to the glass. "Sigh." "I look like a mess."