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>>2395716
This is goddamn surreal.

Not like a trip to the future would be anything else really, but still. You and Terry, the new Batman, join an older Bruce in his car after you retrieve your costume. The car flies and navigates automatically after Bruce tells it to head back to the manor. So that just leaves the three of you in one of the most awkward quiet car rides ever.

Bruce hasn't changed much. He doesn't open his mouth unless it's important, and it seems this Terry guy isn't too eager to chat. At least not with old man Bat around. When you reach the manor it's much like you remember, only it's even further away from Gotham proper now. Far enough away that those monolithic skyscrapers seem like a different place entirely.

He leads you both inside without a word, and uses the familiar entrance to the Batcave in the foyer. Your eyes begin searching for Alfred upon entering the huge home but then you're hit with the reality that the guy is more than likely long gone.

It's so strange. You haven't gotten much time with the old butler but you're given pause when you realize he won't be along to take your jacket and tell you to wipe your shoes before entering. He won't be around to burn the hell out of Bruce when he says something that only the guy that lives a double life as Batman would say.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you enter the elevator and descend with the others. When you arrive below the basement level, you immediately take stock of the Cave again. Not too much is different, there's some evidence pieces you don't recognize. But it's largely the same for the most part. Bruce has obviously upgraded in the time you've been gone.

The only thing that really catches you, is a suit you don't recognize. It's put up with others, in a glass case. And there's even more than one of Dick's Robin suits. Strange. You feel Terry approaching before you seem him. Bruce made a beeline for the Batcomputer and he's already made it clear he has nothing to say right now.

"So. Sent to the future. Must be freaky seeing everything so different." His tone is much different from earlier, he's being genuine.

"I'm just trying not to think about it too hard. Just focus on getting home, y'know?"
"So you knew who I was when Bruce mentioned my codename, what has Bruce said about me?"
"Whose suit is this? One of Bruce's?"
"So you're Batman now? Gotta say, not who I pictured but you're not even born yet in my time."
"Hey... you got any idea where Robin is nowadays?"
>Write-In?

>>2395720
Forgot the >
Off to a great start

>>2395720
>"I'm just trying not to think about it too hard. Just focus on getting home, y'know?"
>"So you knew who I was when Bruce mentioned my codename, what has Bruce said about me?"

>>2395720
>"I'm just trying not to think about it too hard. Just focus on getting home, y'know?"
>"So you knew who I was when Bruce mentioned my codename, what has Bruce said about me?"

>>2395720
>"I'm just trying not to think about it too hard. Just focus on getting home, y'know?"
>"So you knew who I was when Bruce mentioned my codename, what has Bruce said about me?"

>>2395720
>"I'm just trying not to think about it too hard. Just focus on getting home, y'know?"
>"So you knew who I was when Bruce mentioned my codename, what has Bruce said about me?"

>>2395739
>>2395755
>>2395801
>>2395812

If you don't think about it, the consequences will go away!

>Writing

>>2395815
You sigh, scratching your head as you look for an answer to that question in the dismantled cold gun that Batman confiscated from Mister Freeze. "I'm just trying not to think about it too hard. Just focus on getting home, y'know? I feel like if I look too closely I'll lose it."

He steps up beside you, looking into the series of glass cases housing the various suits. "Yeah, sometimes things get so crazy that you've just gotta keep moving or you die, right?"

"Exactly, man. Coming in here and realizing Alfred is gone was bad enough. I don't even wanna think about my mom..."

"Alfred, right, the old butler. That's still a sore spot for Bruce. Never says anything about him unless it's related directly to a case, so I can count the time he's mentioned him on one hand."

You run a hand over the huge penny, having a hard time remembering where this one even came from. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, you'd think the guy who was like a second father to him would warrant a bit more than that." Terry looks more than a little annoyed. And it sounds like Bruce is more closed off than ever. "But no, I had to learn about him in the first place from Commissioner Gordon."

That gives you pause, thinking about the gruff police commissioner with the grey streaks in his hair from your time. "Gordon's still carrying a badge? No way, guy has to be like eighty-something by now."

>Continued

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>>2395972
Terry grimaces. "I- uh, probably shouldn't have said that. If time travel is anything like it is in the movies."

"...Yeah. Let's talk about something else." Despite the idea of moving on you and the new Batman spend of couple moments in awkward silence before either of you find something to say. "So you knew who I was when Bruce mentioned my codename, what has Bruce said about me?"

He shrugs. "Not too much, getting the old man to talk about his past is like pulling teeth. He said that you were with the Teen Titans before- before my time. And that you came out of nowhere but you had potential. He talked about how strong you were. If I didn't know any better I'd say the old Bat was scared of you."

Pfft. You scoff at the idea. "Right. Batman isn't scared of anything."

"Not so sure. Anyways, he never mentioned that you were lost in some sort of time thing. He just said you just disappeared. And that the Justice League looked for you for a long time. And the Titans even longer. After a while, they just had to assume you were gone. The lost Titan."

You're quiet as he gives you the second hand account of your disappearance. It's so strange. To know that you were grieved for. And so long ago. The more you hear about it the more the empty feeling in your stomach grows, like you're going to be sick.

>"And my friends? Do you know what happened to the Titans?"
>"So I heard that you were absent from a big fight the JL was involved in."
>"What happened to Bruce? He's always been more than a little cranky but the cave is so... empty."
>"Y'know what, I'm done talking about this. Let's see if Bruce is done."
>Write-In?

>>2395975
>"And my friends? Do you know what happened to the Titans?"
>"What happened to Bruce? He's always been more than a little cranky but the cave is so... empty."

>>2395975
>>"And my friends? Do you know what happened to the Titans?"
>>"What happened to Bruce? He's always been more than a little cranky but the cave is so... empty."

>>2395975
>Tell Terry a short version about the time we first met Bruce
>"What happened to Bruce? He's always been more than a little cranky but the cave is so... empty."

Speaking of the time we met Bruce... did we ever pay back that store owner for breaking into his store so we could light up a Bat-Signal on an empty storehouse?

>>2395975

>>2396018
This.

>>2395975
>"And my friends? Do you know what happened to the Titans?"
>"What happened to Bruce? He's always been more than a little cranky but the cave is so... empty."

>>2396018
You did not, but you can totally do that later if you so choose.

>>2396018
I'll also support the story about meeting Bruce.

>>2396002
>>2396003
>>2396018
>>2396053
>>2396063
>>2396089

Alrighty, tell him how we first met Batman, ask about the Titans and why old man Bruce is extra cranky.

>Writing

>>2396121
Honestly, Bruce had more to say about you than you thought. But there is something, he left something out. "Y'know, I think Bruce left out the best part about me."

Terry smirks, ready for you to give some lame answer. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"How we met. I'll give you the short version. It was only days after I moved to Gotham, I was testing out my powers when I just kinda stumbled my way into the latest scheme of a local supervillain."

"Who was it? Anyone major?" He's interested now.

"Yes and no, Anarky. He's serious when he decides to be. Other than that, he's all talk. Anyways, the nutjob was gonna gas an entire stadium full of people with Scarecrows own homebrew nightmare juice." You shiver just thinking about what you avoided that night.

"No kidding? Scarecrow's fear toxin is still a problem. It's always being changed, adapted to cures. How'd you deal with it?"

"We kicked Anarky's goons around until we uncovered his little plot and found the bombs. And that was after he moved them to residential areas." You find yourself smiling as you walk through the memories. Things changed so fast for you. "Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself. I couldn't do any of that crap on my own so I had to find a way to let Batman know some crazy shit was about to go down."

You've got his full attention now, he's got a small smile on his face as he listens. "So I made my own Bat signal, out of some old crates and accellerant. Instant flaming Bat."

He nods. Acknowledging the craziness of that idea and the fact that you pulled it off. "Shway."

"What?"

He looks at you like you have two heads for a second before he comes to a realization slaps his forehead. "It just means 'cool'."

"Oh. Why not just say cool?"

"Because cool is shway now."

"Alright, I'm just gonna forget you said that. So Batman shows up, with his whole dark knight routine in full swing. Can't say he didn't scare me but hell he's goddamn Batman. I give him the info and he tell me to sit on the bench, but I'm not having it. I find the leads on my own and join Robin in kicking some ass. He makes beating on bad guys weirdly fun. There's always a smile on his face but he's no clown, he's always got a plan. I think that's what made him a good leader. Makes him a good leader."

>Continued

>>2396287
Terry remains quiet as you continue. Letting you just talk it out. "Even Bruce, I mean, he's not just in this to be scary and beat up weirdos. He lost his parents in the worst way. And so young. I can tell that he just wants to spare other people that kind of pain. So that makes me wonder. What happened to Bruce? He's always been more than a little cranky but the cave is so... empty."

When you look to the new Batman for answers he refuses to look you in the eye. Looking into the those glass cases again. "Let's just say that the old man could use all the friends he can get these days. He wasn't the best friend when people needed him, and now- yeah. It's ancient history."

There's that sick feeling again. Like something is just so sour about this. So wrong. You join Terry in looking at the suits and your eyes linger on the Robin suits for a moment. They're different in design. It's subtle but they're different. And one was made for someone with a different build. The there's this Batgirl suit, it's a major upgrade from what Babs has in your time.

But they're all here. They're in these cases because they're not going to be worn again. "Terry, what about my friends? Do you know what happened to the Titans?"

He's quiet for a while. Too long. You're about to ask again but he cuts you off. Looking serious. "Are you sure you want to know? I mean, really?"

>"Yes. I need to know. Something about this future doesn't sit right with me."
>"No. Knowing will just complicate things when I get back. It's probably better not to know."

>>2395815
why are you being ominous OP

I don't like it when OPs are being ominous...

>>2396290
>>"Yes. I need to know. Something about this future doesn't sit right with me."

>>2396290
>>"Yes. I need to know. Something about this future doesn't sit right with me."

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>>2396290
>"Yes. I need to know. Something about this future doesn't sit right with me."
Consequences, whaat pfft no way we need to worry about THAT silly concept!

>>2396292
I feel ya. In fact, I have the perfect pic for moments like this!

>>2396290
>"Yes. I need to know. Something about this future doesn't sit right with me."

If we get back, we might be able to fix this shit.
If we don't, we have to get familiar with the time and place anyway.

What happens to people from future when you leave it for past anyway? Do they cease to exist, do they get rewritten into altered versions of themselves (which is basically stopping to exist) or do they just keep going on, just with a you-shaped void in your universe?

>>2396322
well in the "here after" episode from the JL show
the world fades into the new version that will be

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>>2396311
Classy brand, thank you friend.

>>2396290
>"Yes. I need to know. Something about this future doesn't sit right with me."

Sides I disappeared. So if I make it back this future is not happening and I can use what I know to help my friends. If I don’t get back nothing changes.

>>2396293
>>2396306
>>2396311
>>2396322
>>2396339

Unanimous yes!
consequences be damned

>Writing

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>>2396388

>>2396388
When Morgan gets back to the past, if someone so much as mentions the words "time" and "travel" in the same sentence Morgan will straight up experience the biological equivalent of a Blue Screen Of Death.

>>2396388
Sleepy, finally catching this live!
Gotta say I am a huge fan of this quest
Keep being awesome

>>2396388
"Yes. I need to know. Something about this future doesn't sit right with me. I mean, look at Bruce. Aside from you, he's so alone. If I can prevent that from happening, I wanna try."

"Assuming you make it back." He says.

There's that drop in your stomach again. "I didn't wanna say it but, yeah, if I get back."

Terry motions for you to follow him a bit deeper into the cave. Farther away from Bruce working at the Batcomputer. Once you're far behind the T-Rex he starts talking. "So, full disclosure. Bruce communicated to me silently through my suit about you. And there are some things he thinks we're all better off if you know less about them. And I gotta say I agree at least on that front."

"Fine. I just wanna know if my friends made out okay."

Terry takes a moment to think before talking, probably making sure to pick out the bits you're not supposed to know about. "Just know that a lot happened after you disappeared."

"C'mon man, you warning me is scaring me more than the actual truth. Spit it out."

He sighs, and finally relents. "Well, your old team. The Teen Titans dissolved a long time ago. Most of them became full members of the Justice League. Robin. Uh, Dick Grayson. Changed his name to Nightwing some time after you were gone." That's it, putting two and two together like that is like a bucket of ice water on you. You saw him on the news. Dick. He looked so different.

Not just older. No he looked, tired. "That's his suit. In the case."

"Yeah, but he hasn't set foot in the cave in years, and he doesn't plan to. He and Bruce had a falling out, which is putting it mildly. On the upside, he's leading the JL most of the time. I've worked with him several times before on cases. Great guy." God, it's been so long. Just knowing it's been over thirty years isn't quite enough, but to see those years on your friends face. That's different.

"Then there's the others I'm not so familiar with. Wondergirl and Aqualad took over for their mentors when they had to uh, stop fighting. They're known as Troia and Aquaman now. They're heavy hitters so I don't work with them often. Not that I work with the JL often at all but you get my point. Don't ask about what happened to their teachers. I can't say."

Maybe you should've said no. It's hard to just accept half-answers but you agreed. "How are they?"

"Personally? Hard to say. Troia acts as Themyscira's last link to the outside world and anyone can tell that kinda responsibility weighs on someone. And Aquaman, his king is fed up with the surface but he took up the name so that the JL would still have an Aquaman, and to let the world know that Altantis still has their back so he's shway in my book."

Huh, that's so like Kaldur. He'd do the responsible thing, even if it blows. And Donna, that doesn't sound like the cheery amazon you were just getting to know. Now all that's left is the archers. "And Speedy? Artemis?"

>Continued

>>2396644
He looks almost guilty when he prepares to tell you about them. Like it's his fault being the bearer of bad news. "Things didn't go so well for Speedy, he's known as Arsenal these days. And he's not with the JL. After he lost Green Arrow everything for him just kinda fell apart."

There it is, you can remember exactly when you felt your heart sink into your gut like that. When you had to call mom to tell her something happened to dad. "Oliver is- we lost him?"

Terry just nods. "Like I said, a lot happened. He's still out there, shooting up bad guys but it's probably not how you'd expect. Bruce will mention it if it's safe for you to know anymore."

"And Artemis?"

"She's the one I know the least about." Terry admits. "After the efforts to find you failed she ended up butting heads with her family, and when her sister died she up and vanished. Bruce still thinks she's out there but I can't say either way for sure."

Her sister? Blondie has a sister? And she's missing in action? You're not even sure what to say to that. For her to just be gone. It feels like things have only gotten worse over the years.

"Of course, the Titans added more members before they shut down but I don't know all of them. Save for the martian who died. I don't know much about her, but apparently she went down saving Superman. Imagine that. "

No. M'gann too? God, how many people have you lost? Most of the team is still intact but at what cost? You lean against the wall and slide down to the floor. It's so messed up.

>"I was wrong, it's too much. I don't need to know anything else. Just how to get home."
>"How could so much go wrong? I never thought ahead too far but I never pictured this."
>"I can't stay here, I won't let things get this way. I won't"
>"C'mon. We shouldn't be talkin' behind the old man's back, we're done."
>Write-In?

>>2396652
>I need some fresh air

>>2396652
>>"How could so much go wrong? I never thought ahead too far but I never pictured this."

>>2396652
>>"How could so much go wrong? I never thought ahead too far but I never pictured this."
>>"I can't stay here, I won't let things get this way. I won't"

>we return to the past
>full mental breakdown
>full paranoia
>We knew too much
>become obsessed friend that does almost too much
>can't tell anyone. Can't risk it. Can't risk everyone.

>>2396693
ok go away that's just dumb as hell

>>2396652
>"How could so much go wrong? I never thought ahead too far but I never pictured this."
>"C'mon. We shouldn't be talkin' behind the old man's back, we're done."


>>2396693
Holy shit we should not have delved this deep. Is this how the Dwarves of Moria felt when they woke up the Balrog?

>>2396652
>"I can't stay here, I won't let things get this way. I won't"

>>2396652
>"How could so much go wrong? I never thought ahead too far but I never pictured this."
>I need some fresh air

>>2396703
TIME
TRAVEL
It is ALWAYS this bad.

>>2396652
>How could so much go wrong?
>I can't stay here.
>"WHERE IS GRODD"

>>2396693
Nah man we return to the pass everything will be fine since we dissapearing was what cataclysmed most of the events.

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>>2396652
>"How could so much go wrong? I never thought ahead too far but I never pictured this."
>"I can't stay here, I won't let things get this way. I won't"

*Time* to get busy.

>>2396653
>>2396654
>>2396677
>>2396704
>>2396707
>>2396708
>>2396714
>>2396721
How? Why?
Gotta get back, back to the past.

>Writing

>>2396754
Watch Out!!

>>2396754
Goddammit, now I want a sweet motorbike for us. We can call it the Gheistwheel!

>>2396798
it can be the name of our bike once we get back.

>>2396798
technically speaking we will actually be Ghost rider

>>2396816
I am perfectly fine with this.

We need to work on our density, we're good at making ourselves less dense but what about more

>>2396816
yes. Yes! YES!!!

>>2396881
in the last thread we cracked a wall cause we hardened our fist

>>2396881
Hmmm, yeah hardening is for some reason or another tough for Morgan to pull off on a full body scale. We'll figure it out. Preferably when we're NOT lost in time.

>>2396881
We make ourselves more dense in literally every fight

>>2396907
Only in the hand

>>2396754
Terry is by your side but you can't hear him. Your mind is just swirling. Thinking of how you could've got here. "How could so much go wrong? I never thought ahead too far but I never pictured this."

He sits with you, hands in his jacket pockets. "I know it's hard to picture. Not knowing everything that happened between now and your disappearance, but it's just how things worked out. I honestly wish I could tell you more, but I can't, I'm sorry."

The deaths of your friends, their own losses, it's all too much. You refuse to stay in this future. "I can't stay here, Terry. I won't let things get this way. I won't"

"Thought you'd say that. You won't have to do it alone. Bruce has a plan for you. He's been working on figuring out a solution for you if you ever came back on your own. C'mon, let's go check on the old man." He lends you a hand to stand up and you both walk down to the huge super computer. Bruce is still working but there's one little difference here.

There's a dog. Coat as black as night. Staring at you. Terry whistles for him. "That's Ace, only other guy in Gotham that can put up with Bruce." He pads over to Terry while avoiding you. He's a big dog too. Kind of dog that meant no punks allowed back in your old neighborhood.

You hold a hand for him to sniff and eventually he accepts your head pats. "Good boy." Been a while since you've played with a friendly dog. looking at his big dopey face almost helps you forget the conversation you just had. Almost.

"What's our progress, Bruce?" You ask while scratching Ace behind the ears, he's putty in your hands now.

"98% It's a momumental task to track a Speedster. Even for Brother Eye. But it looks like we're done. Brother Eye, results?"

An artificial voice rings out in the Batcave, unfamiliar to you. "Tracking complete, active tracking underway. Current location of speedster Zoom, Northwest American ruins. Contested Zone."

Bruce rests his chin on his steepled hands. Thinking on something. Terry jumps in, seeing his chance to say something. "C'mon Bruce, I can guide him to Zoom. it's should be simple."

"You don't know Zoom, he's volatile. He could do exactly what we want. Or the opposite."

>Continued

>>2397006
"Okay, why don't you fill me in first before we decide on who's going?" Your suggestion prompts Bruce into silence once more but he thankfully he starts talking.

"When you disappeared, The Flash and I deduced that you were moved through the Speed Force because of Grodd's Machine. We tried all kinds of things. We even tried to recreate the incident but that was a tremendous failure. The only option we had was for Flash to go through time himself to save you from the Speedforce but that carried so much risk in itself that we did not attempt it."

"So what's changed? If you wanna lead me to a speedster than that must still be the only way to get back." Ace goes back over to his master, whining as he puts his head on his lap.

"Everything. If you make it back, just your being here is going to change the future. There's nothing we can do about that. But it's my hope. That if you don't disappear, things go differently. Better. It's still far too dangerous to tell you everything. But I believe that you'll make a difference." You're kind of speechless at Bruce's words. Even Terry has nothing to say to that. Bruce isn't exactly insincere but he sounded so- so genuine.

"What do I need to do?" Is all you can manage to respond with. So he goes into mission debrief mode.

"The Batwing will take you to the contested zone, once there, the systems in Terry's suit will allow you to track Zoom. But you'll have to be careful. The New Human Army is could be encountered in anyplace at anytime there. Find Zooom, and convince him to take you back."

>"Dare I even ask about this New Human crap?"
>"You gonna tell me who this Zoom guy is, what about Flash?"
>"What about the JL? No support from them."
>"Get in, find Zoom, get back to the past, got it."
>"Write-In?"

>>2396798
Why not just ghostwheel I think that's a better fit

>>2397013
>>"You gonna tell me who this Zoom guy is, what about Flash?"
>>"What about the JL? No support from them."

>>2397013
>"Get in, find Zoom, get back to the past, got it."

>>2397013
>"Get in, find Zoom, get back to the past, got it."

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>>2397013
Wait. Our only way back to the past is pic attached?

I ain't liking our chances guys.

>>2397013
>>"Get in, find Zoom, get back to the past, got it."

>>2397081
That's why we have Groon spear. Perfect to deal with speedesters.

>>2395720
Before i read up, please tell me we hid a snack somewhere in the cave and its still there.

>>2397013
>”Get in, find Zoom, back to the past. Got it.”
No more questions, questions make shit worse in this situation.

>>2397027
>>2397052
>>2397076
>>2397089
>>2397134

Time to go!

>Writing

>>2397133
>When we ask about it, Ace just happens to find it and eat it

>>2397164
>Ace then gets food poisoning because said snack has been lying around for thirty damn years.

>>2397183
It was a bag of nuts. Nuts last a long time when dry and cool.

>>2397204
So you are aaying you want Ace to have a taste of Morgan's nuts?

>>2397144
With every new word or name you hear you've got more questions but you'll be keeping them to yourself. You'd rather not know now. You've got your goal. And that's all you need. "Get in. Find Zoom. Get back to the past. Got it."

"Good. Brother Eye. Prepare for transit to the last known location Zoom."

"Initializing." You can hear the stirring of machines echoing out from deep within the cave.

Terry waves for you to follow him, you take one last look at Bruce before you go. You want to remember him, in this future. With no one around from your time. So alone. You won't let him become this. He doesn't say goodbye, it's just not his style you guess. And you don't say anything either. Just an unspoken promise to make it right.

The vehicle hangar of the Batcave is miles from what it is in your time. Automated mechanical arms bring the Batwing to you. It's somehow even sleeker and stealthier looking before. With a red tint. Nice. It's only got one passenger seat and it's a little cramped but you're not gonna begrudge the free ride. Terry pulls his clothes off before you both hop inside to reveal a new Batsuit."

The damn thing is so thin it's like a second skin, but it's packed with all kinds of systems. The mask is a little creepy though. Forms to his face to hide his identity completely. You do a gear check of your own while you're just waiting. It's only now that you notice you're missing a noticable shred off your coat. Damn. When'd you lose that? When the lightning hit?

Leaning back, you just try and close your eyes and get some rest before you're back in action. You can only pray for things to go smoothly.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2397258
calling it now, Artemis kept that shred of our coat as a keepsake in the past

Rolled 81, 3, 10 = 94 (3d100)

>>2397258

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>2397273
>>2397258
woops, sorry auto fill. Heres the right one.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2397258

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2397258

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2397258
Ahahaha time to operate!

>>2397266
>>2397279
>>2397282
>52

Hmm...

>Writing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeAAi7jWOl8

a funky beat for a fucked up future

>>2397301
You drift off to sleep, your body thankful for the rest. And you hope it was good and long. Since you're awakened in what feels like seconds by intense shaking of the Batwing. Terry's hands are moving back and forth across the console as he's trying to do everything he can to keep you from going down.

"What the fuck is going on out there?!"

"We have a visitor! And he's got his heart set on a crash landing! Hold on, I'm gonna go say hello." He smacks another button and the words autopilot engaged scroll across the screen. He then hits another button and confirms a second time, his seat pulls out from underneath him and he flies out of the Batwing from the circular hole the opened up beneath him.

"Batman?! Shit." At a loss for what to do, you try to move up to the pilot seat after the hole closes but your attacker has other plans. An explosion rocks the craft and bounces you inside the cockpit. And something shakes it again after it straightens out, the sound of metal bending and breaking pulls your attention up as a fist punches through the roof.

You need to get out of here now.

If all of the blaring sirens and warnings flashing across the holographic screen wasn't enough of a tell, you know that you're going down. And with Batman out there fighting, you've only got one chance of getting of here in one piece! You need to reach the release for the hatch.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2397386

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>2397386

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2397386

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2397386

>my terrible roll is still the best
I'm torn about whether I should keep rolling or not.

>>2397388
>42

Oh boy

>Writing

>>2397391
You should be ashamed

>>2397418
Are you only accepting the first roll now?

>>2397461
Bite me.

>>2397462
Best of three

Saw this and decided to check out the first thread. We don't have anything to do with the Batman villain Gray Ghost, do we?

>>2397479
We're based on an old in universe tv show

>>2397479
No.
Super hero quest.

>>2397418
You're being rocked all around the small cockpit just trying to reach the console. When you finally make it to the front you see something coming up in the distance. A man, flying, and he's headed right for you!

You're not going to reach the button in time. He's going to ram right through this ship. You need to do something. Anything. Something!

For a moment, you black out. Your vision swells and swims and you feel like you're underwater. You're in the air, but how? You're cloudy form is spread out. So spread that you're having a hard time pulling your shit back together.

Just gotta focus on not dying. Just don't die. You slowly form a more solid shape as you float down and it doesn't take long to spot Batman. He's flying, soaring through the air on wings and jets. Fighting two people, a man and a woman it looks like. Wearing black.

Terry is doing damn good against your mystery attackers, he kicks one right in the chin and sends them reeling through the air and slices the arms of the woman trying to beat on him with his wings.

Whoever they are, they're strong. And they can fly. You could use your own flying brick right about now. But you're on your own.

Once you're mostly in one piece again. You take aim with your grapnel, and fire.

>1d100!

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2397501
Come on GG, get your head in the game.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2397501

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2397501

>>2397517
>>2397522
>>2397523
>28

Damn

>Writing

well I'm done rolling for the day
the others should join me

>>2397517
>>2397522
>>2397523
The anachronism is getting to us fish out of time ...

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>>2397533
Once you line up your shot, you fire. Your grapnel whistles as it flies and wraps around the wrist of Batman's male attacker. You start flying towards, with the intent of putting your boots in his face but he has another idea.

He yanks on the cord, jerking you and throwing off your aim, he takes advantage of it and slugs you.

It's- it's honestly something else. You've never been punched that hard. Not even Ted hits that hard. You damn near expect birds or stars to be dancing around your head.

The man catches you before you fall and holds you up by the arm. Batman sees you and in trouble redoubles his efforts. The red parts of his suit begin to glow and in an instant he becomes faster, he wipes the proverbial floor with the woman and grabs her in a armlock. Then you hear the familiar whine of something powering up.

He unleashes an untold amount of volts into her, she screams bloody murder but even with having that much electricity flowing through her she wants to fight. Batman holds her in place with one arm and raises a batarang with the other. "If you know what's good for your partner, you'll let him go. Now!"

The man looks at you with contempt in his eyes. You just realized that he busted the right lens on your goggles. But he lets you go, literally. You're in a freefall, and as soon as Batman gives chase he's confronted by the male.

C'mon, Barrett. You can't die like this. Not so far from home. You just focus on dispersing yourself. Making yourself too light for a fall to hurt you. And it works. You land gently on shaky feet next to the wreckage of the Batwing.

Batman is trying his best but he's being slowly overwhelmed by the two of them. Then, the lady breaks off from the fight. Where's she going? Oh, she's coming to you.

>1d100!

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2397606

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2397606
this time for sure

>>2397545
The speedforce channeled renos jobberfield into us

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2397606

>>2397611
>>2397613
>>2397621
>63

A little better

>>2397616
I heard he's doing quite well for himself recently.

>>2397643
Yeah as you can see we have absorbed the suck

>>2397611
Oh oh!

>>2397613
No no no no ...

>>2397621
Oh thank you dice gods

>>2397616
Or worse, the accident was so bad that we got JJ’s jobbing instead

>>2397670
Do not call that evil down on this quest

>>2397670
>>2397684
This may all be part of tzeentches plan

Sorry for the delay folks, had a little emergency. Back to writing.

>>2397643
She comes at you, hard and fast. You barely register her speed before she collides with you. She throws a single punch that launches you off your feet. You're only saved from broken bones by hardening your arms when you guard.

You're able to land on your feet too but she doesn't let up, so you fall back on the one thing that's never let you down.

You focus on keeping her blows either to your hardened limbs or letting them pass through you. But you have to become solid to hit her so it's a real dance.

The super-powered woman barely bothers to dodge your punches, simply tanking them while barely flinching. She nails you in the shoulder and you feel something pop. Dammit! You're not doing this. You're not dying here!

Boxing didn't help you the way you'd hoped. They don't even fight like they've been trained. They just bulldoze through everything. You cant blame them, with that kind of strength.

If the basics won't help you then you'll fall back on your instincts. And you learned one valuable thing in Suicide Slums. There's not such thing as a fair fight. You throw another jab, and she disregards it as usual, planning to let your blow glance off of her face.

Then you shove your thumb in the bitch's eye. She yells and flails from the pain but you disperse too quickly for her to land a solid hit. You shake your hand to will the pain away. Doing that felt like shove your thumb against steel!

She recovers eventually, leaving you with not many options given her durability. She's bleeding just ever so slightly from the eye you poked. And she looks pissed. "Yeah, I ain't happy either, bring it if you got it!"

She practically roars as she charges you, levitating off the ground and carving a line of dust from the ground in her wake. You prepare for the worst. But it never comes.

Because she's got an arrow in her chest.

She struggles to stay on her feet. Taking a couple more laborious steps toward you. But eventually, she falls. Stunned, you look behind you. And a man in red stands a great distance away from you. He walks towards you. His cloak revealing noting. At least until he reaches you. His mechanical arm hisses as it transforms back into a the normal shape of a hand, ejecting some sort of shell.

He pulls down his hood. Revealing his buzz cut hair, and though it's covered with a red domino mask, and scars and the wear and tear of the years obscure his face. You know who it is. "Roy?"

The bastard smirks. "It's about time, Morgan."

>End of Session

>>2397993
Real sorry about having to step away at the end there guys. As always I'll be here for questions if you have them.

I'm not sure when the next session will be.

>>2397998
thanks for running sleepy! Roy got fucked up huh?

>>2397998
so what are the chances Roy will call the others

>>2398007
>Roy got fucked up huh?

All I can say is, yes.

>>2398009
Eeeehhhhhhh

It's not like he's been keeping contact with them,

Well, most of them

>>2398037
Goldie perhaps?

They do share the whole archer motif and both went poof.

>>2398044
You'll find out, next time.

session soon?

>>2405132
I'll be runnin on Saturday. Maybe in this thread? I dunno.

And Spring Break is almost here...

>>2408530
So: Is artemis going to realize she likes likes morgan when he returns?

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>>2411694
Now anon. Isn't that a bit presumptuous of you?

>>2412083
>implying she isn't crying for not being able to tell morgan she likes like him.

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Roy offers you a gloved hand, flesh & blood, and helps you to your feet. He whistles as he looks over the corpse of the black suited woman and pulls his arrow out of her chest. "Never seen anyone without some form of super strength go toe to toe with these monsters. I know your powers can even the odds, but still. Impressive, man."

You don't feel impressive, your arms are burning, knuckles screaming. Your costume is ripped up. You must be a real sight. "If that's the case, then how does an arrow put someone like her down?"

He rolls the arrow between his fingers, and the head reflects light off the setting sun. It's green, the whole thing, like it's made of some crystal. Jewel? "Yeah, that's right. You wouldn't know kryptonite quite yet eh? Don't worry about it too much. Just know that I can hit these sons o' bitches with something that'll bypass their powers. But I've only got the one."

With that, he stows the arrow away in a hidden compartment on his quiver, less of a quiver now, and more of a backpack with a few canisters fills with arrows. You notice the lack of a bow. Must use his new arm now. The sounds of the other attacker screaming up above you draws your attention and you see Batman with the male attacker in a choke hold. Eventually, he lets go and the guy just drops, landing in front of you and Roy.

Despite just falling on his ass from fifty feet up, he's flailing around on the ground, frothing at the mouth until he goes still. Batman lands next to you both. "Custom neurotoxin. It'll put him out for hours, but it won't kill him. Not people like him." He then spies the woman who had an arrow in her heart until several seconds ago. "But I see you found another way."

"The best way, really." Roy chuckles. "I thought maybe with a never-ending war going on, and a new guy under the cowl, Batman would pull his pointy his ears outta his ass. Guess I was wrong. C'mon Morgan. I know what you need. I'll get you to Zoom before sunrise."

"Whoa whoa." Batman jumps between you and Roy as his wings fold smoothly back into his suit. "We're not going anywhere with you Harper. You've been off the reservation so long I don't know if we can even trust you."

"Please. I'm not worthy of of trust because I've actually been out here, fighting the good fight? Where were you when that breach happened the other night huh? Happened in your city. Not very 'Batman' of you eh?"

But Terry's not having it. "Don't try and flip this on me, you've been off the grid for twenty years. You shouldn't know a damn things about Morgan's arrival or Zoom and you show up in the nick of time for a rescue? To deliver him to Zoom? I don't buy it."

>"This is... all kinda convenient, ain't it?"
>"Give me one good reason why I should just trust you, Roy."
>"Hold up, we didn't have long but Roy's my friend. We were Titans. I trust him."
>"Why were you missing in action that night, Batman?"
>Write-In?

>>2414317
>"Why were you missing in action that night, Batman?"
>"Hold up, we didn't have long but Roy's my friend. We were Titans. I trust him."

>>2414317
>Are you guys done waving your dicks at each other? I trust Roy and besides If it's a trap we just need to escape it not the first time i escaped one.

>>2414317
>"This is... all kinda convenient, ain't it?"

>>2414330
>>2414348
>>2414391
Alrighty, trusting Roy, and questioning Batman.

>Writing

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>Alright I made it!
>>2414422
>Trusting Roy and not Terry
Oh noes

>>2414532
Nah man that is good if he's leading us to a trap knowing about Zoom that means he is leading us directly towards Zoom too! There is no fail in that logic!

>>2414422
You step between them both, holding your hands up. "Okay okay, If y'all are done waving your dicks around I got something to say."

Roy smirks but Batman is as stone-faced as well, Batman. "Batman, you're right that this is all... a bit convenient but I could've been hamburger meat if that fight continued to go as badly as it was. And me and Roy are- were Titans. We didn't have long, but I trust him."

He clearly wants to press the issue more but back off. "Fine. I'm sure the two of us will be more than enough to handle a middle aged vigilante anyhow."

Roy just laughs and waves us on to follow him. "Y'know, I was wrong. I do like you better than the old Bats."

Terry takes one last look at the dead woman. The new human. And starts walking after Roy. You linger on her a bit longer. Regardless of who or what she was. Roy just killed someone. Shot her through the heart and didn't think much of it. The deed is done and this isn't even your time so there's not much to say about it but- what kinda person have the years made Roy into?

You catch up quickly, jumping over some rubble and start walking with Terry, whose making sure to always stay behind Roy. "So, why were you missing in action from that breach, as everyone calls it." You keep your voice to a whisper.

It's called a breach because they broke through Neo-Gotham's defense grid. Every major city has one. And I wasn't there because I had other things to take care of. And Bruce thought the League could handle it."

"He didn't tell you? About an attack on your own city?" Bruce really is different now. Unless you just don't know him well enough.

"Batman has never been about looking good. Just doing good. And the old man thought I could do more good stopping the Jokerz crew from distributing Venom to street toughs. He calculates. It's what he does. And he was right, the League handled it."

As far as you know, Bruce is calculating. But from what Dick has told you. He calculates so that he can do the right thing, always. Not for efficiency's sake alone. You're only more sure now. You can't let Bruce become this. Seeing him with someone like Dick made you realize that he was more than an urban legend or a mysterious member of the JL. That he could be something really damn dark if it weren't for the people around him.

>Continued

>>2414641
You don't say anymore on the subject but instead take a look around. Ted always said in training. Not recognizing your surroundings could mean the difference between life and death in a fight. And in this case. Your surroundings are an destroyed city. An old warzone. There are old corpses every now and again. Most of them skeletal. Been here for a long time. Others, not so much.

Looks like Roy ain't the only one surviving out here. Everyone's been vague with you on purpose, but you can piece together enough. This is the contested zone. So that means there's such a thing as enemy territory. Which means, there may be some type of war going on, just like Roy said. You're not even sure you wanna know who these New Humans are. It's almost eerie how quiet they are in a fight. They hurt like anyone else if you use enough force but they don't say a damn word.

As a group, you all move easily under cover of dusk. It'll be dark soon, but the three of you move with practiced ease. You're powers make you damn near silent and you're sure Terry's suit helps but Roy works on pure skill and experience. You all work your way through building after building, trying to avoid going on into the open. You feel a little bad about having to leave a half destroyed Batwing behind. But Terry assures you he can have new transport come get him later.

After about two hours of travel, Roy signals for everyone to stay quiet and moves up to look ahead. You lean against the wall with him and he signals for you to take a look down low. You spy a stairway leading down to what must've been a subway station. Now you just have to make it there unmolested.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2414650

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2414650
Walking just like a ghost

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>2414650
Here's hoping.

>>2414683
Never loose hope anon!

>>2414683
>80

Pretty Good.

>Writing

>>2414698
You pull your goggles down from your face, the broken lens are more liable to just make you lose an than help now. You scan the ground but Roy taps you on the shoulder and points up. You're not even sure how you didn't see this guy right away. He's dressed like the New Humans from before but he's definitely got a different feel to him.

His suit is different for one. He's got a high collar and a sort of shoulder cape attached to his. He floats midair, perfectly still. As if he were just standing on the air. Eyes closed. Roy holds up a device similar to the phone you borrowed from the drunk guy. It reads. "Officer. More difficult but there's only one. Stay silent."

You and Batman nod and Roy taps a little more, turning the device your way once more. "Too far to hit with the arrow. Has too much time to react. Need to get closer. Surround him. Triangle formation."

He points to your positions and Batman takes off gliding, easily sailing through the air silently. Looking at yours you look back to the your enemy. Floating above. You really don't wanna wake this bastard.

>Roll 1d100+15

Rolled 18 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2414735

Rolled 2 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2414735

Rolled 23 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2414735

Rolled 93 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2414735

>>2414755
>>2414750
>>2414743
Oh well sprint the trap i guess.

>>2414755
>38

Unfortunate.

>Wriritng

>>2414755
At first, you're all doing doing great. Making sure to stick to the cover of darkness. The sun has just about set now.

You're floating over some rocks when you pass by an old turnstile. The bars are gone, but once you pass through, the damn thing goes off. You freeze. And you see Roy duck for cover in the corner of your vision.

A whoosh of air, and he's over you're shoulder. You can feel him before you see him. "Hmm, a Metahuman. Rare these days I supposed you're kind is hard to keep down."

Before you can even face him, he puts his hand through your chest. Something you're only spared from as you disperse on instinct.

Leaping back away from him, you're mind races trying to think of a way to worm out of this.

He simply looks down at his hand. Slightly perplexed. "Even more unusual. And it appears you've taken on a lighter form."

Taking a single step. He launches towards you and unleashes a barrage of punches that put the ones from the first two to shame. You're nearly blown away with every one!

You're dusty form has several new holes in it but you've yet to be damaged. " I see. But how will you fare with this?" He raises his arms wide and claps his hands.

The thunderous shockwave launches you away, and scatters you. It's not like the first time when you dispersed so far you lost sense of yourself but it's close. You completely lose orientation, you've gotta pull yourself together!

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2414929

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2414929

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2414929

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Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2414929
WITNESS ME!!

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2414948
wew, lad.

>>2414941
>83

Much better

>writing

>>2415013
It takes a moment but you're able to find your footing, so to speak. You reform inside of a nearby building and make sure to keep your feet off the ground. These guys can apparently hear a fly break wind.

While he starts looking for you, Batman swoops in faster than you thought he could, even with that suit. He slashes at with his wings, making slight cuts on his arms but all he's doing is annoying the guy. Then comes Roy.

You see a glint from a building overlooking the fight followed by what can only be one of his trick arrows silently flying out to meet the new human halfway, in his face.

Batman flips away just in time for an explosion. Way bigger than those loud and flashy pops you're used to from the trick arrows he and Blondie use.

Of course, when the smoke clears, the guy looks more miffed than anything else. He enters the melee with Batman once again but this time, Bats isn't playing around.

He turns something on his belt, and the buckle flashes red before blasting him with a beam of red energy! Sending him flying into a building on the opposite side of the street.

"Lead with that next time!" You yell from your hiding spot.

Unfortunately, this guy really is a cut above the rest. He shoots out of the crater he just made like a goddamn rocket and slams into Bats. He holds him in a vicegrip, both arms pinned down. You think you can see the armor of his suit starting to crack.

>Get in there and hit him hard! If you're careful, he can't touch you.
>Try and coordinate with Arsenal, it'll take longer, but it's safer.
>Distract him! He can't squeeze Terry like tube of toothpaste if he's choking on fire suppressants!
>Write-In?

>>2415108
>>Get in there and hit him hard! If you're careful, he can't touch you.
Don't worry Brah, we'll help you.

>>2415108
>>Get in there and hit him hard! If you're careful, he can't touch you.

>>2415108
>>Get in there and hit him hard! If you're careful, he can't touch you.

>>2415108
>Distract him! He can't squeeze Terry like tube of toothpaste if he's choking on fire suppressants!
Guys the a-hole has superhuman durability and toughness, we ain't gonna do much with our trained normal human strenght.

>>2415128
>>2415149
>>2415151
>>2415174
In the words of the lord
"He who risks more may be rewarded more."

or maybe just get blown the fuck out

>Roll 1d100+10

Rolled 29 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2415210
Here we go.

Rolled 29 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2415210

Rolled 84 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2415210

>>2415220
>94

And you shall be rewarded!

>Writing

>>2415236
I told you Terry, I'm there for you Brah. Always to the end of time.

Also, second 94 in a row, one more is a hat trick.

>>2415236
You're not sure how much damage you can do to someone like him. But you won't hide while Terry gets the life squeezed out of him! Hardening all four of your limbs, you dash out and and step behind the new human before he can't see you.

Falling back on your training once more, you dig into him with hard jabs to his rib cage. He takes each one again and again but even you can feel his bones creaking under your fists.

He's finally had enough. He releases Batman and rounds on you, ready to backhand the shit out of you if you weren't prepared. In just a moment's time you disperse and his hand flies through you. But you don't waste any time or let him react.

Turning solid again, you're back to fighting hands on but you forget the boxing for now. You advantage of his momentary confusion and clap your hands on either side of his head. Right on the ears.

That kinda shit could cause permanent damage in a normal human, but for him? Probably just slows him down. Which is exactly what you want.

You take the experience from your last fight with these guys to heart and go all in. You fake him out with an uppercut and disperse before you make contact, causing his own counterattack to whif through your body.

And when he whifs, you hit, shoving you thumb into his eye. He screams for the first time. The pain overshadowing their weird quiet discipline. And you grab his head, and launch your knee into his face as hard as you can.

He takes the hit like a champ but you've got him on the ropes. As long as he doesn't land a counter you could wear him down over time. But luckily, you've got teammates, you don't need time. Not anymore.

Terry recovers form the hold he was in and returns the favor. Holding him up. "Arsenal! Now!"

That glint appears again for the barest moment. From a different building this time. The arrow that comes flying through is not what you expect though. It sticks to his chest, and releases this strange gel all over him. Then the eyes on Batman's cowl begin to glow. He releases a burst of electricity from his suit so intense that you have to shield your eyes.

And part of you wants to cover your ears so you don't have to listen to the guy scream. When Terry is done with him. His suit is kinda scorched, and he hangs limp in his arms. Terry checks for a pulse and breathes a sigh of relief when he catches it. Arsenal comes swinging over on a grapnel line shot from his arm.

>"Is this what you're contending with every day? How do you do it?"
>"Built in electrical grid? Smart, makes for a full body taser. Or back up power."
>"And there are how many of these guys?"
>"I gotta get home to 2017, tired of getting my ass kicked."
>Write-In?

>>2415444
>>"I gotta get home to 2017, tired of getting my ass kicked."

>>2415444
>"I don't want to be in this timeline anymore."
>"Is this what you're contending with every day? How do you do it?"

>>2415444
>"And there are how many of these guys?"

>>2415469
>>2415470
>>2415571
No more future. Please.

>Writing

>>2415586
As Roy approaches, Terry gives him this look. Not a bad one. But a look. The archer just shrugs. "What? Figured as long as I'm runnin' with you I can play by your rules. Besides. The death of an officer will have these bastards swarming this area for weeks."

You nurse your aching knuckles while staring at the new human who damn near punched your head off, among other barehanded acts of hyper violence. "Is this what you're contending with every day? How do you do it?"

Roy un-sticks his trick arrow from the guys chest and check it before slipping it into one of his canisters. "Well, for one thing. I avoid most fight. I've seen more action today than in the last few months. But mainly, I cheat." He motions for you to follow and you and Terry follow behind him into the stairs the new human was guarding.

"Cheat?" Batman says incredulously. "What're you getting at?" As you enter the more pure darkness of the subway tunnel, the eyes and bat-symbol on Batman's chest light up dimly. It's honestly a little creepy. It's the only part of him you can see.

"Nothing. I cheat, man. You know. I only pick fights I know I can win. I never attack them directly. Set traps constantly. Decoys, false alarms, the works. And just when they think they've got me- arrow in the heart." Roy clicks on a light clipped to his chest and continues to lead the way, deep down.

You stomp on a particularly large roach as you all pass by a pool of water formed by leaking pipes. "Whatever man. I'm impressed. I just wanna get back to 2017. Tired of getting my ass kicked."

Your archer buddy just laughs. "You're doing well for a rookie who wandered into an unfamiliar war. C'mon, we're almost there."

The tunnels here have absolutely seen better days. They're nothing like the sleekness of everything in Neo-Gotham. No, this area here has probably been a contested zone or enemy territory for decades. The three of you silently makes your way down even further away from the surface. Until you reach a dead end wall. Roy walks up and begins fiddling with some sort of control pad on his arm. "Look familiar, Morgan?"

>Continued

>>2415807
You're a little surprised by the question, but it comes back to you pretty fast. "A hologram?" You walk up and expect to put your hand through the wall but your fingers meet the bricks instead.

"You're half right. Amazing what we can do with hard light these days." After pressing a few buttons the wall shimmers for just a second and disappears. Revealing yet more tunnels. Terry sighs but you all keep on truckin. It's one helluva walk to wherever the hell he's taking you. You head through a damn confusing amount of tunnels and hidden pathways.

It wouldn't be surprising if anyone at all got lost in this shit you wouldn't be surprised. But Roy takes you through it like it's his goddamn backyard. Eventually, you come to yet another dead end. "Lemme guess." You stroll up to the wall blocking your path and knock on it.

"Not quite." Roy taps away on his arm and a small part of the wall behind him disappears to reveal a perfectly door shaped hole. It even cuts through some piping. "We figured this would keep an intruder on their toes. C'mon."

You keep following through the door and this time you're greeted by an almost clinical smell. The smell of metal and harsh cleaning chemicals. Reminds you of mom's lab. Reminds you of mom, really. When you reach the end of that hall you find yourself staring down a huge set of metal doors. You get ready to trey and slip into it's cracks but Roy stops you. "Don't bother, I got the key. Besides, you wouldn't make it through."

He presses a long series of buttons on his arm, then, shoves it into a receptacle on the wall. You hear something metallic click and the doors begin to open, showing at least several more layers. Finally, you all enter a large circular room. It's exactly what you expected from the smells outside. It's a lab. There's machinery and equipment everywhere.

Roy strolls inside and whistles hard. "C'mon out! Guest of honor is here!"

Part of you instinctively prepares for a fight when you hear the sounds of incredibly heavy footsteps coming your way. But you feel more shock than anything else when you see Roy's roommate. He stands up tall, scarred all over. His hair turned shock white. "Grodd?"

"I would say it's been a long time, human. But that's not necessarily true, is it?"

>End of Session

I'm real sorry guys, gonna have to cut this one short. Family showed up unexpectedly. But I've still got more time due to Spring Break! Expect our next session on either Monday or Tuesday.

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>>2415810
> Expect our next session on either Monday or Tuesday
>Monday
...
Man, it's been awhile since I have to run at the same time as a QM, I liked. Alright, I see you then and great run, Sleepy.