dc_heroine_lover
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2017
An old early 20th century mine shaft elevator lowered into a dark cave, dimmly lit by LED lamps fasened to the stone walls. Opening the rusty metal elevator door, the twenty seven year old billionaire Brandy Wayne stepped out already removing her business suit, leaving a path of clothes along the early stages of the batcave.
At a lap top, an elderly man stared at a computer screen. He was live linked to security camera footage, watching panicked night staffers run in fear from a bald headed man wearing no shirt and covered in self inflected tally mark scars. "It is Victor Zsasz, Miss Brandy" Alfred said with much fear and concern in his voice. "If you must follow through with this suicidal crusade than I beg you to do so with haste."
Brandy stood before a standing miliary grade case, stripped down to a sports bra and a pair of black lace boy short panties. She was silent, but a look of determination painted her face like a mask. Opening the case, the symbol that would strike fear into the hearts of many stared at her from the chest plate of her armor. She grabbed a pair of black yoga pants, putting them on before pulling the armored pants, chest plate and arm sleeves on. She was transforming into the Dark Knight piece by piece. Next was the upgraded utility boots with steel toes and added armor plating to protect her Achilles tendon especially. The bracers were customer made, a gift from.her days training under the great Ras Al Ghul. All that was left were the utilty belt which echoed throughout the cave with a loud locking sound before she grabbed the soon to be iconic cowl and pulled over her face.
She rushed from the metal crate, floating from the ledge she was standing on with the help of her cape and landing softly on a parking pad where a black Corvette waited. It was a early batmobile; the vin number gone, the glass all double plated bullet proof plexi, armor plates surrounding the can for safety. She opened the door, still silent and jumped in. Alfred turned to watch as the car sped from the cave, the motor humming like a custom build street car for speed.
"Alfred" Batwoman said as she spoke through her comm link directly to her faithful butler. "I need to know what floor Zsasz is on and we need to warn anyone in the building to get out that can."
"Yes mam" Alfred answered as he continued to watch the cameras until he came across two very familiar faces. "Oh dear, things might have become more complicated for Miss Brandy. It seems your uncle Phillip and Lucius are both in the building, Phillip's top floor office to be exact. They are trying to help people into the office to hide."
Elsewhere in Gotham City, a line of police cruisers formed a barricade for a large group of on looker. Standing among them was James Gordon, a mid thirties detective who had just transferred to Gotham City in hopes of restarting his career. He adjusted his glasses, looking up at the large skyscrapper in front of him with the Wayne Enterprises logo on the side of it. "Where is SWAT?" Gordon calmly asked, looking over his shoulder as his partner Harvey Bullock.
"There on their way, but it is Braden's team" the heavier set, middle aged Bullock replied with a dreadful expression on his face. He removed her fedora and ran his fingers though his long shaggy black hair with a hint of gray.
"This place will be a blood fest" Gordon replied quickly as he looked at the citizens that had gathered around the scene. "We've got to get these people back. Last thing we need is SWAT shooting up the public."
Harvey laughed, in a sarcastic manner at Gordon's response. "Or us, Brayden and his men will be lucky if they don't bring the building down."
Up stairs, on the top floor of the large skyscrapper huddled a large group of people in a dark office. A middle aged, clean cut Lucius Fox helped a the other three men in the group push the large desk against the door hoping to barricade themselves from Victor Zsasz. "Everyone get down and be quite" he said as they stepped back from the door, having a false sense of security.
At a lap top, an elderly man stared at a computer screen. He was live linked to security camera footage, watching panicked night staffers run in fear from a bald headed man wearing no shirt and covered in self inflected tally mark scars. "It is Victor Zsasz, Miss Brandy" Alfred said with much fear and concern in his voice. "If you must follow through with this suicidal crusade than I beg you to do so with haste."
Brandy stood before a standing miliary grade case, stripped down to a sports bra and a pair of black lace boy short panties. She was silent, but a look of determination painted her face like a mask. Opening the case, the symbol that would strike fear into the hearts of many stared at her from the chest plate of her armor. She grabbed a pair of black yoga pants, putting them on before pulling the armored pants, chest plate and arm sleeves on. She was transforming into the Dark Knight piece by piece. Next was the upgraded utility boots with steel toes and added armor plating to protect her Achilles tendon especially. The bracers were customer made, a gift from.her days training under the great Ras Al Ghul. All that was left were the utilty belt which echoed throughout the cave with a loud locking sound before she grabbed the soon to be iconic cowl and pulled over her face.
She rushed from the metal crate, floating from the ledge she was standing on with the help of her cape and landing softly on a parking pad where a black Corvette waited. It was a early batmobile; the vin number gone, the glass all double plated bullet proof plexi, armor plates surrounding the can for safety. She opened the door, still silent and jumped in. Alfred turned to watch as the car sped from the cave, the motor humming like a custom build street car for speed.
"Alfred" Batwoman said as she spoke through her comm link directly to her faithful butler. "I need to know what floor Zsasz is on and we need to warn anyone in the building to get out that can."
"Yes mam" Alfred answered as he continued to watch the cameras until he came across two very familiar faces. "Oh dear, things might have become more complicated for Miss Brandy. It seems your uncle Phillip and Lucius are both in the building, Phillip's top floor office to be exact. They are trying to help people into the office to hide."
Elsewhere in Gotham City, a line of police cruisers formed a barricade for a large group of on looker. Standing among them was James Gordon, a mid thirties detective who had just transferred to Gotham City in hopes of restarting his career. He adjusted his glasses, looking up at the large skyscrapper in front of him with the Wayne Enterprises logo on the side of it. "Where is SWAT?" Gordon calmly asked, looking over his shoulder as his partner Harvey Bullock.
"There on their way, but it is Braden's team" the heavier set, middle aged Bullock replied with a dreadful expression on his face. He removed her fedora and ran his fingers though his long shaggy black hair with a hint of gray.
"This place will be a blood fest" Gordon replied quickly as he looked at the citizens that had gathered around the scene. "We've got to get these people back. Last thing we need is SWAT shooting up the public."
Harvey laughed, in a sarcastic manner at Gordon's response. "Or us, Brayden and his men will be lucky if they don't bring the building down."
Up stairs, on the top floor of the large skyscrapper huddled a large group of people in a dark office. A middle aged, clean cut Lucius Fox helped a the other three men in the group push the large desk against the door hoping to barricade themselves from Victor Zsasz. "Everyone get down and be quite" he said as they stepped back from the door, having a false sense of security.