Gands

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Gotham City. Since everything changed, it went from being just another crime-infested pit of a city to being the capital of New Jersey - and still crime-infested. Only difference now, is some people get paid by the government to add to that infestation. Politicians. People who think that because people punched a piece of paper saying, I think you're right for this job, that gives them the right to do whatever it is they want, as long as their adoring public never finds out about it. Sometimes even after

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Not that Gotham doesn't still have it's share of trashy, slum-ridden neighborhoods. It does, even with that fancy new monorail zipping all around town like some demented theme park ride. I gotta admit though, a lot harder to dispose of a body via train 'accident' when you have to get 30 feet up in the air to do it. These are the neighborhoods that I cover. For some reason, I, and a select few other people, lucky or not, can remember how things were before. There were no Avengers, no SHIELD, no Daily Bugle or Spiderman. Or... and this is going to sound crazy, but there's these turtle guys who live in the sewers across the river. I swear, I saw one. Wearing a mask. Isn't that rich? As if a little swath of cloth across your face was going to hide you were some sort of mutant half human half turtle. People here, they need answers. Thankfully, I can answer them. Who am I? They call me..."

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" The Question "

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Phil Wells/ Moment Man

Phil felt liked he had been drugged, but he wasn't sure what caused that strange feeling.

Phil quickly realized that the Joker had broken into his apartment. God, how the fuck had the Joker broken into his apartment? Great, goons.

Phil nodded, careful to not speak. He figured that if he spoke that nasty words would flood out.

He was unnerved by the friendly tone though.

Phil gulped, not sure what to say to that. He couldn't exactly disagree with the other man and instead looked up without saying a word.

" Are you going to tell me who I am supposed to save or are you going to leave that up to me to figure out?" He asked, figuring that he already knew the answer though.

@Gands
 
The clown prince of crime looked back at Phil as he was leaving.

" Sorry Phil, that's the Riddler who leaves clues "

He walks to the door, his goons just ahead of him.

"Well, I tell you what, I do like you... think... besides me, who in this world do you spend the most time with ?"

@LuckycoolHawk9
 
Phil Wells/ Moment Man

It was moments like these that Phil hated words like irony the most. By being super worried, he had done it again... for the umpteenth time. In trying to prevent his vision from coming true, he had done just the opposite. He had made it even more likely to come true. Why did he constantly screw himself over? He had to find Pamela.

@Gands
 
Another moment


In his minds eye, Phill can see his T.V station studio. The off shift news cast was up. Suddenly the studio was ablaze with large flames.
 
Phil Wells/ Moment Man

He had never had so many moments at this pace. It was weird.

Once he was out of it, he took a deep breath. Every single moment he had so far had been bad. He wished for once he had a good moment. Just once.

@Gands
 
It would be nice to start this with a good feeling. A sense of hope after so much hopelessness. But as often is the case, this isn’t that kind of story. Our stories always doom and gloom, or world threatening powers. Some can be simpler than that. Small stories of the people just trying to get to tomorrow on this little blue marble in the black. But as you know… sometimes those small stories are worse than the ones where we have to defend the Earth against a planet killer. Why worse?

Because they are always the more tragic of the two.


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This particular chapter starts in the present day. Today is today. Well the morning of today, at least. The forecast for Gotham City is sunny but cold. The fall fast approaches, and the weather has been unseasonably cold.

The girl at the center of this narrative is named Karolina Dean. Her parents were both actors, they met on the set of General Hospital. She grew up very rich, her parents wanted to spoil her rotten. Perhaps that’s why she turned out how she did. She could have been that spoiled, selfish brat you sneer towards. But instead she grew up to be a loving and kind young lady. Some of her earliest memories are of making plans to release the poor animals from the zoo. She is a bit of a modern day hippie, but not because it’s ‘cool’ to do so. She lives the life. Makes her own clothes on a regular basis, tries to never harm anyone or anything, vegetarian… wanting to help anyone around her. Wanting to help her world.

Given all that… you would never suspect her parents were supervillains.

Not just in the… omg my parents are so evil they won’t let me stay out passed midnight… kind of evil. But true supervillains. Known to collaborate with the Kingpin. Ruled Los Angeles with an iron fist hidden from public view. Murdered/sacrificed virgins to their Gods on a regular basis. Which sounds like a joke, but they actually did.

In spite of all of that… the very last image she has of them in her mind is them fighting off those guards to give her and her friends time to escape certain death. They, the whole of the Pride, all gave their lives to their children could live.

But let’s not get off-track. As stated, it’s morning here in Gotham. A cold morning. Colder than it should be. No snow yet, but you can almost smell it in the air. And it’s here we find Karolina Dean upon the roof of the medical clinic she has been living in. You see, she was hurt pretty badly a while ago. As in… she should be dead. She really should be. If it weren’t for the fact that she isn’t human, she would have been. Killed by someone that she didn’t even see. She blames herself for it, of course. And she feels bad for putting her friends through that. But now her shoulder and arm are almost good to go. Almost. The sling has come off. The x-rays show her bones are healing nicely, as they should be set. Which is rather surprising to all involved since not to long ago most of the bones along her shoulder and upper arm were little more than a powder with little chips of bone in. She still has trouble picking up heavier things with her left hand, but her physical therapist is confident that’ll pass in a couple weeks.

In the meantime, Karolina has (in her mind) a much bigger problem than not being able to pick up things heavier than 5 pounds with her left hand. She hasn’t, as of yet, been able to transform into her other form. As stated, she isn’t human. She’s from a race of aliens called the Majesdanians. Her race now an endangered species thanks to the genocide committed by the Skrulls. She isn’t human, but she’s lived as a human her whole life. She didn’t know she was an alien until just a few years ago. Despite that, she considers her Majesdanian form her ‘true’ form. And she hasn’t been able to shift into it since she was shot. She’s spent days on the rooftop of the clinic, thinking if she perhaps absorbed enough solar energy she would be able to transform. But thus far… no success.

When she is transformed, she is a being of pure light. Chase said she looked like an angel when she changed. But he also said she looked like a melting oil painting. But this girl of pure light… her thoughts are as dark as night. She misses her friends. She misses being able to shift her form. She misses flying. She misses being of use.

She misses her friends.

And not just her most recent friends and roomies here in Gotham. She means those she considered her family. It feels like lifetimes since she’s seen them. Since she’s seen her.

Karolina’s bright blue eyes look out towards the sunny and cold sky. She is wearing loose fitting jogging pants and a light grey jacket. Her long hair is tied back into a ponytail. She has been standing out here for more than an hour… and she is cold. Her tip of her nose and ears, her cheeks, all very red by now. She thought today would be the day. The day when she could finally fly again. When she could transform into her true form. When she could maybe help again. But no luck… nothing… another day of failure.




She stands hear the edge of the roof, and she suddenly puts her foot up onto the ledge itself, her eyes still cast upwards. With a soft grunt she pushes herself up onto the ledge, and she then looks down. It’s a long drop. No way anyone could survive a fall from this distance. Her eyes fall half closed as she stands there, and she starts to shift her weight forward…





Almost 5 minutes later, Karolina walks down the staircase leading to the roof. She holds her jacket tightly closed around her shivering form. Her eyes are still half open as she emerges into the hallway, and she kind of shuffles her way back to her room.



Hours pass, and night has come. Despite the fact it’s cold, Gotham is still a busy place. And for a good part of Gotham City, a dangerous part. Karolina decided to get out a little. She needed to get out a little. Lincoln was nice enough to pack some of her clothes into a duffle bag for her, like real clothes. Her clothes. Most handmade by her, of course. Most all of her clothing are bright and vibrant colors, reflecting her personality. Most of the time.

She did some research, and was hard pressed to find an LGBT club. At least one where she didn’t have to be armed to go to at night. She scoped a few out… and they were all pretty busy. She loves people, she loves crowds… but tonight isn’t the night for that. She walked passed 3 different clubs… Crew Night Club, Twist and Alibi Lounge. Karolina lingered near the Alibi Lounge the longest. She stood across the street from it, just watching the line move to get into the club. Getting a feel for the type of person that went there. Some of these clubs… well they can have varying levels of ‘intensity’. It goes from a relaxing night with friends to Studio 54 levels of insanity. She’s always been a fan of the former. And this place looked nice, relaxing. So maybe that’s why she has been watching it from the short distance for so long.

Or maybe it has to do with the very pretty girl she saw enter it. Maybe in the hopes she would see her come out of the club… maybe in the hopes she would be by herself…

But she didn’t see her again. Which is just her luck. And so now Karolina, she wanders the city. She walks down this street or that street, unaware of just precisely where she’s going. Or where she is, for that matter. She doesn’t seem to care in what ‘kind’ of neighborhood she wanders through. She just… walks. Her mind, somewhere else completely.
 
It would be nice to start this with a good feeling. A sense of hope after so much hopelessness. But as often is the case, this isn’t that kind of story. Our stories always doom and gloom, or world threatening powers. Some can be simpler than that. Small stories of the people just trying to get to tomorrow on this little blue marble in the black. But as you know… sometimes those small stories are worse than the ones where we have to defend the Earth against a planet killer. Why worse?

Because they are always the more tragic of the two.


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This particular chapter starts in the present day. Today is today. Well the morning of today, at least. The forecast for Gotham City is sunny but cold. The fall fast approaches, and the weather has been unseasonably cold.

The girl at the center of this narrative is named Karolina Dean. Her parents were both actors, they met on the set of General Hospital. She grew up very rich, her parents wanted to spoil her rotten. Perhaps that’s why she turned out how she did. She could have been that spoiled, selfish brat you sneer towards. But instead she grew up to be a loving and kind young lady. Some of her earliest memories are of making plans to release the poor animals from the zoo. She is a bit of a modern day hippie, but not because it’s ‘cool’ to do so. She lives the life. Makes her own clothes on a regular basis, tries to never harm anyone or anything, vegetarian… wanting to help anyone around her. Wanting to help her world.

Given all that… you would never suspect her parents were supervillains.

Not just in the… omg my parents are so evil they won’t let me stay out passed midnight… kind of evil. But true supervillains. Known to collaborate with the Kingpin. Ruled Los Angeles with an iron fist hidden from public view. Murdered/sacrificed virgins to their Gods on a regular basis. Which sounds like a joke, but they actually did.

In spite of all of that… the very last image she has of them in her mind is them fighting off those guards to give her and her friends time to escape certain death. They, the whole of the Pride, all gave their lives to their children could live.

But let’s not get off-track. As stated, it’s morning here in Gotham. A cold morning. Colder than it should be. No snow yet, but you can almost smell it in the air. And it’s here we find Karolina Dean upon the roof of the medical clinic she has been living in. You see, she was hurt pretty badly a while ago. As in… she should be dead. She really should be. If it weren’t for the fact that she isn’t human, she would have been. Killed by someone that she didn’t even see. She blames herself for it, of course. And she feels bad for putting her friends through that. But now her shoulder and arm are almost good to go. Almost. The sling has come off. The x-rays show her bones are healing nicely, as they should be set. Which is rather surprising to all involved since not to long ago most of the bones along her shoulder and upper arm were little more than a powder with little chips of bone in. She still has trouble picking up heavier things with her left hand, but her physical therapist is confident that’ll pass in a couple weeks.

In the meantime, Karolina has (in her mind) a much bigger problem than not being able to pick up things heavier than 5 pounds with her left hand. She hasn’t, as of yet, been able to transform into her other form. As stated, she isn’t human. She’s from a race of aliens called the Majesdanians. Her race now an endangered species thanks to the genocide committed by the Skrulls. She isn’t human, but she’s lived as a human her whole life. She didn’t know she was an alien until just a few years ago. Despite that, she considers her Majesdanian form her ‘true’ form. And she hasn’t been able to shift into it since she was shot. She’s spent days on the rooftop of the clinic, thinking if she perhaps absorbed enough solar energy she would be able to transform. But thus far… no success.

When she is transformed, she is a being of pure light. Chase said she looked like an angel when she changed. But he also said she looked like a melting oil painting. But this girl of pure light… her thoughts are as dark as night. She misses her friends. She misses being able to shift her form. She misses flying. She misses being of use.

She misses her friends.

And not just her most recent friends and roomies here in Gotham. She means those she considered her family. It feels like lifetimes since she’s seen them. Since she’s seen her.

Karolina’s bright blue eyes look out towards the sunny and cold sky. She is wearing loose fitting jogging pants and a light grey jacket. Her long hair is tied back into a ponytail. She has been standing out here for more than an hour… and she is cold. Her tip of her nose and ears, her cheeks, all very red by now. She thought today would be the day. The day when she could finally fly again. When she could transform into her true form. When she could maybe help again. But no luck… nothing… another day of failure.




She stands hear the edge of the roof, and she suddenly puts her foot up onto the ledge itself, her eyes still cast upwards. With a soft grunt she pushes herself up onto the ledge, and she then looks down. It’s a long drop. No way anyone could survive a fall from this distance. Her eyes fall half closed as she stands there, and she starts to shift her weight forward…





Almost 5 minutes later, Karolina walks down the staircase leading to the roof. She holds her jacket tightly closed around her shivering form. Her eyes are still half open as she emerges into the hallway, and she kind of shuffles her way back to her room.



Hours pass, and night has come. Despite the fact it’s cold, Gotham is still a busy place. And for a good part of Gotham City, a dangerous part. Karolina decided to get out a little. She needed to get out a little. Lincoln was nice enough to pack some of her clothes into a duffle bag for her, like real clothes. Her clothes. Most handmade by her, of course. Most all of her clothing are bright and vibrant colors, reflecting her personality. Most of the time.

She did some research, and was hard pressed to find an LGBT club. At least one where she didn’t have to be armed to go to at night. She scoped a few out… and they were all pretty busy. She loves people, she loves crowds… but tonight isn’t the night for that. She walked passed 3 different clubs… Crew Night Club, Twist and Alibi Lounge. Karolina lingered near the Alibi Lounge the longest. She stood across the street from it, just watching the line move to get into the club. Getting a feel for the type of person that went there. Some of these clubs… well they can have varying levels of ‘intensity’. It goes from a relaxing night with friends to Studio 54 levels of insanity. She’s always been a fan of the former. And this place looked nice, relaxing. So maybe that’s why she has been watching it from the short distance for so long.

Or maybe it has to do with the very pretty girl she saw enter it. Maybe in the hopes she would see her come out of the club… maybe in the hopes she would be by herself…

But she didn’t see her again. Which is just her luck. And so now Karolina, she wanders the city. She walks down this street or that street, unaware of just precisely where she’s going. Or where she is, for that matter. She doesn’t seem to care in what ‘kind’ of neighborhood she wanders through. She just… walks. Her mind, somewhere else completely.


At this point Raphael wondered why he bothered staying in this condemned city. Under his typical disguise of trench coat and hat plus dark shades, the mutant turtle strolled on a filth infested sidewalk. For several weeks, he stayed in the shadows hiding underneath the sewers, only moving about after dark like right now. He had seen enough of Gotham to know that the place had earned its reputation and more but yet he lingered...

I know the Foot got connections here. Something about weapon shipments and fear gas, but that Scarecrow psycho who makes the stuff hasn’t been seen around these parts for sometime.

Raph swore to himself in frustration, reminded for the fruitless results his search produced. He can literally hear Leo now berating him now, Donnie speaking up technical crap, and Mikey being Mikey. The warrior’s walk grew more brisk, thinking about his family back in New York. As much as Raph hated to admit it, he could use their help right now, but they’re not here, he is. Just as Raphael turned around the corner, completely distracted with his thoughts when he suddenly bumped into someone.

With a grunt of pain upon impact, Raph suddenly looked into the face of Karolina who could clearly see his mutant face and red bandana mask. In that moment he could only think two words.

Oh crap.
 
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That seems to be the motif tonight, doesn’t it? Missing your family. Whether by blood or by bond, genetic or emotional. She misses her family. Chase being a lovable jerk, Victor trying to impress Nico, Old Lace acting like a cat (haughty and all), Molly trying to get them to wear her costume designs and being just a little cutey, little Klara making everything beautiful around her.

…and Nico.

The latter the hardest for her to think about. She had always felt their bond was deeper than the others, Nico and herself. It might have been her imagination, or just dreaming, but that’s how she felt.




As Karolina makes her way down the block, she tucks her hands into the pockets of the jacket she is wearing. She isn’t… really… wearing the right clothes for this weather. Light blue colored jeans with wear in them. A sage green long sleeved t-shirt. A lighter shade of green jacket. Her long blond hair hangs about her shoulders as she walks, a few locks framing her face. Her head is bowed down a little as she walks, just absently watching the ground in front of her.

She isn’t sure where she’s going, as stated. All she knows is… it’s this way. And that’s all she has. While she may not be in the best place emotionally, she still has the wherewithal to know she has to stay on her toes. Gotham. At night. Yeah, you wanna keep your head on your shoulders. Especially if you’re a young blond girl in an iffy neighborhood. She hears something in the general area behind her… something light sounded hitting against something else. Like… a small pipe falling or something. She looks over her shoulder as she hears the sound. It’s probably just a cat or something. Still… she wishes she could transform.

Her hand feels for her phone in her jacket pocket, her fingers wrapping around it. Nico made her practice dialing 911 without looking. Nico did those kinds of things.

Nico.

With a gasp she finds herself running into something. With a grunt and a brief shot of pain through her shoulders, she stumbles back a few steps. “Oh… oh I’m sorry…” she says softly, looking to whom she just ran into. And the sight is… well it’s not on the list of things she would expect. Her eyes widen as she gets a good look at Raph, and she suddenly tries to step back from him. But… Karolina’s infamous clumsiness takes over for a moment. And really that’s all it needs. She trips on her own feet as she steps back in utter shock at the sight before her, landing on her butt on the sidewalk.

Nico made her practice dialing 911 without looking, but suddenly she can’t remember how. Or even to do it. She scoots back a little on the ground (her awesome jeans getting dirty), and she suddenly whips her right hand up towards Raph. She holds her phone, the charging port on the bottom of the phone aimed at Raph. “Th—this’s a taser! So… don’t… whatever… lizard guy!” Eloquent as ever. It’s clearly not a taser.

But Raphael is (besides rude) a very observant one. Especially in bad situations. It might be a trick of the dimmed streetlight over their heads, or the full moon out (of course it’s a full moon, that’s when the lizard men come out), but he might notice the most subtle of glowing coming from her face. Again, it could just be a trick of the light in this darkness…
 
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Her reaction to him was not unexpected nonetheless annoying. People act like an alien flying in blue long underwear and an red cape and bends steel is normal, but think anything walking on two legs with green skin is a freak. Then again Superman had the benefit of a human-like appearance and so did many of his clubhouse friends. Scowling in an expression that screamed to Karolina not ‘impressed’ Raph was about to speak when he noticed something off.

Is that a some kind of glow on her face, the mutant wondered but he shook his head in denial, thinking it was the streetlights. He probably back away like usual but honestly Raphael was sick and tired of doing that. He was going to give this girl a piece of his mind. Raising the right hand which Karolina note had only three fingers, Raph pointed one of them toward her.

“First of all watch where you’re going! Second I’m a Turtle and three the only thing dangerous about that ‘taser’ you’re pointing at me is the phone bill. This is the twenty first century, cmon you humans not alone here on Earth, deal with it already!”
 
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Typical

Her reaction to him was not unexpected nonetheless annoying. People act like an alien flying in blue long underwear and an red cape and bends steel is normal, but think anything walking on two legs with is green skin is a freak. Then again Superman had the benefit of a human-like appearance and so did many of his clubhouse friends. Scowling in an expression that screamed to Karolina not ‘impressed’ Raph was about to speak when he noticed something off.

Is that a some kind of glow on her face, the mutant wondered but he shook his head in denial, thinking it was the streetlights. He probably back away like usual but honestly Raphael was sick and tired of doing that. He was going to give this girl a piece of his mind. Raising the right hand which Karolina note had only three fingers, Raph pointed one of them toward her.

“First of all watch where you’re going! Second I’m a Turtle and three the only thing dangerous about that ‘taser’ you’re pointing at me is the damn phone bill. This is the twenty first century, cmon you humans not alone here on Earth, deal with it already!”

"Always with the dramatic approach, eh, bro?" Suddenly there were two of them. "Chill out both of you. I brought pizza. Pepperoni and extra cheese..." The last sentence was said in a sing-song voice, and indeed, he was carrying a pizza.

@Nomad-22 @Camleen
 
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Karolina cringes as Raph gives her that look, the look of not really fearing her ‘taser’. It wasn’t the best bluff, but she was improvising. She turns the phone a little to look at the face, and then back up to him. She finds herself shuddering a little when she sees those three fingers. That’s… just not something she’s used to.

And it’s about then that Raphael tears into her. Verbally, that is. She just watches him dumbfounded as he gives her his points on the current state of affairs. She truly doesn’t know what to say. But she feels tears at the edge of her eyes as she is yelled at. Now Karolina isn’t really a wimp. She can take a lot of punishment; pretty sure she’s proven that as late. But since she was hurt, things have just been slowly crushing her spirit. If you know Karolina, you might know she loves the Beatles. Heck, her codename is from one of their songs. Though most people she interacts with aren’t old enough to know what a Beatle is, or why Paul is the dreamiest. So given everything that’s been going on in her life… everything that’s been going wrong… a specific line from one of her favorite Beatles tunes has been running over and over in her head.

~You’re gonna carry that weight.~

And she feels she has been. All of that weight upon her slim, frail shoulders. And she feels like buckling under said pressure at times… more times than not lately. But she knows she can’t. She has to carry that weight, no matter how hard it gets.

She utters something unintelligible as she drops her phone, and she seems to struggle to her feet. The phone clinks at her feet (and it doesn’t break this time), and her right hand grips her left shoulder. That right hand trembling a little. “You listen here!” She practically shouts as she steps right up to him, practically face to face with him. He would notice the tears rimming her eyes.

“You flipping scared me, okay?! I love everything on this planet, you flipping turtle! You startled me and that doesn’t mean I hate you or whatever! I’m used to things that aren’t supposed to be normal! I used to live with a flippin DINOSAUR! It is DARK out here and it's the middle of the night and I'm in a bad neighborhood in GOTHAM! GOTHAM! I should be back at the clinic sleeping or making a playlist or something! Not out here in the cold talking to a lippy TURTLE!” Her tone is very loud at this moment. Karolina now takes a stumbling step back, as if that little outburst drained her of energy. “And I’m not even human! So YOU deal with it!” She says, pointing her finger at him now. She scowls at him, no longer seeming afraid. She seems far more upset than afraid.

And then another one comes out of nowhere.

Another one? Boy that sounds racist.

She jumps a little when Michelangelo seems to come out of nowhere, letting out a little yelp. But her eyes do linger on the pizza a moment or so. And that little yelp is followed by a whimper as her hand goes to her shoulder once more. The pain in her shoulder, at this point, might be exaggerated in her brain. She takes another step back, looking between them. But her eyes then linger on Raphael, her head tilted to one side. “Wait… you’re a turtle wearing a trench coat…” She lets out a little laugh, but the kind of laugh you get when you’re upset… but something seems ridiculous. “Are you… in disguise? No one wears trench coats anymore…” She takes another stumbling step back, that shot of adrenaline now waning.
 
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“Are you… in disguise? No one wears trench coats anymore…” She takes another stumbling step back, that shot of adrenaline now waning.

"See! I told you, Raph! Even someone you just met agrees with me! Third party verification, bro. Hey lady, I know my bro here can be a real pain in the - well you know - but he means well, so do I. We try to hide - well sort of, I'm like not in any kind of disguise right now, because of the flack we get for being, you know, turtles. But it doesn't matter if you're human, turtle, mutant, or alien... if you're on the good guys' side my bros and I are here to defend you from all those lame bad guys out there. And if we keep talking about stuff the pizza's gonna get cold. So what say we just head over to that park over there - might I add that very well lit and not at all suspicious park - and split this pizza. Maybe we can talk and we can be friends. But maybe not with my brother, he's kinda cranky most of the time. Maybe it's the trenchcoat belt, I dunno."

All the while during that rant, he was gesturing for emphasis, and the pizza was passed from hand to hand and even balanced on his head for parts of it.

"So, whattya say?"

@Nomad-22 @Camleen
 
"Always with the dramatic approach, eh, bro?" Suddenly there were two of them. "Chill out both of you. I brought pizza. Pepperoni and extra cheese..." The last sentence was said in a sing-song voice, and indeed, he was carrying a pizza.

@Nomad-22 @Camleen

Raph would want to be surprised at Mikey’s presence but he really feel that way. Countless times his little brother followed him and the others around like a puppy. Even so he would’ve expected Master Splinter to sent in Leo to fetch him, instead of Mr. Comedy Act. The sight of the pizza and Mikey’s detailed reveal made Raphael pause, enjoying the smell, before sighing in resignation.


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Karolina cringes as Raph gives her that look, the look of not really fearing her ‘taser’. It wasn’t the best bluff, but she was improvising. She turns the phone a little to look at the face, and then back up to him. She finds herself shuddering a little when she sees those three fingers. That’s… just not something she’s used to.

And it’s about then that Raphael tears into her. Verbally, that is. She just watches him dumbfounded as he gives her his points on the current state of affairs. She truly doesn’t know what to say. But she feels tears at the edge of her eyes as she is yelled at. Now Karolina isn’t really a wimp. She can take a lot of punishment; pretty sure she’s proven that as late. But since she was hurt, things have just been slowly crushing her spirit. If you know Karolina, you might know she loves the Beatles. Heck, her codename is from one of their songs. Though most people she interacts with aren’t old enough to know what a Beatle is, or why Paul is the dreamiest. So given everything that’s been going on in her life… everything that’s been going wrong… a specific line from one of her favorite Beatles tunes has been running over and over in her head.

~You’re gonna carry that weight.~

And she feels she has been. All of that weight upon her slim, frail shoulders. And she feels like buckling under said pressure at times… more times than not lately. But she knows she can’t. She has to carry that weight, no matter how hard it gets.

She utters something unintelligible as she drops her phone, and she seems to struggle to her feet. The phone clinks at her feet (and it doesn’t break this time), and her right hand grips her left shoulder. That right hand trembling a little. “You listen here!” She practically shouts as she steps right up to him, practically face to face with him. He would notice the tears rimming her eyes.

“You flipping scared me, okay?! I love everything on this planet, you flipping turtle! You startled me and that doesn’t mean I hate you or whatever! I’m used to things that aren’t supposed to be normal! I used to live with a flippin DINOSAUR! It is DARK out here and it's the middle of the night and I'm in a bad neighborhood in GOTHAM! GOTHAM! I should be back at the clinic sleeping or making a playlist or something! Not out here in the cold talking to a lippy TURTLE!” Her tone is very loud at this moment. Karolina now takes a stumbling step back, as if that little outburst drained her of energy. “And I’m not even human! So YOU deal with it!” She says, pointing her finger at him now. She scowls at him, no longer seeming afraid. She seems far more upset than afraid.

And then another one comes out of nowhere.

Another one? Boy that sounds racist.

She jumps a little when Michelangelo seems to come out of nowhere, letting out a little yelp. But her eyes do linger on the pizza a moment or so. And that little yelp is followed by a whimper as her hand goes to her shoulder once more. The pain in her shoulder, at this point, might be exaggerated in her brain. She takes another step back, looking between them. But her eyes then linger on Raphael, her head tilted to one side. “Wait… you’re a turtle wearing a trench coat…” She lets out a little laugh, but the kind of laugh you get when you’re upset… but something seems ridiculous. “Are you… in disguise? No one wears trench coats anymore…” She takes another stumbling step back, that shot of adrenaline now waning.


The girl’s counter-burst took the warrior off guard, as she ranted right to his face. Raph could barely respond back at the sheer audacity of the act, it kinda reminded of him April O’Neal.

Another alien in human disguise with a soap opera sad story, this crap gets weird.

Then the girl laughed, proceeding to criticize his disguise joined in by his bro. It only made Raph growl and mutter to himself about people not respecting the classics anymore. Of course he didn’t want to admit the fact that it one of the rare clothes that actually fit him and had available. Then while Mikey played peacemaker, Raph just hungryily devoured his slice of pizza given to him.

“Bro what are you doing here? Did sensei send you?”
 
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Karolina finds herself taking a little step back as she looks between the two of them. As she smells the pizza on the air around them. Why does the new arrival almost immediately remind her of Molly? She finds herself smiling faintly as he gives a little speech about what they are. When he proposes they go to the darkened park, she tucks her hands into her pockets, staring into the distance there. “I need to head home, guys. uh... the place I sleep.”

She looks back towards Raphael and Michelangelo, taking a slow and deep breath. “I’m sorry I bumped into you, man.” She says softly. She glances down a little, and her right hand then moves to her left shoulder as she speaks once more, her blue eyes moving between them. “You guys shouldn’t hide who you are. Ever. You were born the way you are for a reason. Be proud of that, even if some people will hate you for it. Those other people have issues with it, they don’t matter.”

It would almost sound like she speaks from experience. When she first found out what she was… she was keen to keep herself hidden. But then she met Xavin, and all that changed. She turns then, looking towards them over her shoulder as she starts to walk. “Keep safe, guys.” She does seem a bit more mellow suddenly. In truth she was just spooked by Raph’s sudden appearence. She hasn’t ever held anything against someone just based on their physical form.

And so into the darkness now she walks, her hands tucking into her pockets again as she walks. She needs to get back to the clinic… which is almost across town. And it’s later than she thought… and Gotham isn’t exactly a friendly place this late…
 
Gotham City
One of the rougher areas

As Kara tries to make her way from the oddness of teenage mutant turtles, she spots an Ice cream truck....wait...an Ice cream truck... here... now ?

A couple of large men linger near it.

" Hugo said there were meta's down this way, He wanted them captured, you know, mad scientist crap "

" Yeah yeah, let me radio in. " " Central, unit one, no sign yet, searching grid now."

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At that moment a very large man appears in the Shadows, lighting a cigarette and putting a finger to his lips.

He somehow feels comforting to her as he whispers..

" You are damned pretty, remind me of my Goldie. I will take care of these two, get outtah here missy !"

@Camleen @Nomad-22 @Michale CS
 
Gotham City
Lair ? of Moment man

At Phil's ever so disturbed door..there was a noise.

A man enters...dragging a oddly dressed male body.

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"Hrmph, you the weather Guy ?"

The dragged body looks like one of Joker's men, it thuds to the floor as Rorshac closes the door behind him.

@LuckycoolHawk9
 
Phil Wells/ Moment Man

Phil was really thinking about buying dead bolts for his door.

Everyone were using as if it was a revolving door. It was starting to annoy him. He was lying down.

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" Yes, I'm the weather guy. Sure come in. Everyone else does without asking."

The dragged body looks like one of Joker's men, it thuds to the floor as Rorshac closes the door behind him.

At least this one was polite enough to close the door behind him. He waited for him to talk about so he knew how to respond.

@Gands
 
Gotham
Phil's apartment.

Rorschach took a moment to look at the disgruntled weatherman.

"Hmmmn, you seem to be plagued by assorted goons outside your door. This one belongs to the Joker. Nasty .. But you seem to be in a fowl mood. Good Morning "

He turns to leave.

" You should come lock the door, and I will remind you.. Joker might be...concerned about his goon. "

@LuckycoolHawk9
 
Phil Wells/ Moment Man

Phil had taken on a moment to throw a shirt over his t-shirt and looked over at him.

"Hmmmn, you seem to be plagued by assorted goons outside your door. This one belongs to the Joker. Nasty .. But you seem to be in a fowl mood. Good Morning "

Thank you for that observation. I could barely see every time I tried to leave. I am not quite sure what is good about this morning, but thanks regardless."

Phil doesn't stop him.

Phil nodded and locked the door behind him. He would remember that Joker would be concerned about this goon, but if he had one, might as well question it.

@Gands