The Ogre's Hole... Your Uncle's business... Was a whore house or something!

There's so many scantily clad women walking around, carrying platters of food and drinks, dancing on stages, or even just clinging to men like wet rags!

Your cheeks were flush with embarrassment. How long has your uncle been doing this?! DID YOUR MOM OR DAD ALLOW THIS?!

“So, Rena, if you don't mind... I'm gonna “ask around” for your uncle.” Crush says with a hungry grin, devouring all the eye candy she can take in.

“I do mind! I mind all of this!” You shout, tugging on your own hair.

“We're super heroes! We shouldn't be in a place like this!”

“Uh-huh...” Crush mindlessly responds, still far too interested in ogling the women here.

As you get more frustrated with your ally, you notice two well-dressed Oni members at the bar staring at you both, with one whispering into the other's ear. Uh oh.

A: “Crush! Come on! We should start looking for him and get out of here ASAP!”

B: Well, she's a goner... Maybe you could ask one of the working girls here about your Uncle? They shouldn't give you a hard time...

C:... Then again, maybe being straightforward with one of the guards would be better. Being straight forward is often the best.

D: You're on your own, kid. Just investigate the place until you find him.

>>3037244
>C:... Then again, maybe being straightforward with one of the guards would be better. Being straight forward is often the best.

>>3037244
>B: Well, she's a goner... Maybe you could ask one of the working girls here about your Uncle? They shouldn't give you a hard time...

>>3037244
>C:... Then again, maybe being straightforward with one of the guards would be better. Being straight forward is often the best.

>>3037244
>B: Well, she's a goner... Maybe you could ask one of the working girls here about your Uncle? They shouldn't give you a hard time...

So does Crush actually have a mom or did she bud off of Lobo? Like Athena was born from Zeus's head, maybe Crush was born by Lobo "Getting all that gay girly shit outta my head" and her plopping out of his noggin.

>B
>C

Well, she's a goner... Maybe you could ask one of the working girls here about your Uncle? They shouldn't give you a hard time...

Then again, maybe being straightforward with one of the guards would be better. Being straight forward is often the best.

Maybe you could try both and improvise from there!

You take a deep breath and muster up some courage, heading over to a trio of gorgeous and erotically dressed women resting at a nearby table.

As you draw near, their narrow eyes focus on you, their well endowed bodies shuffling in dark lingerie in preparation for your arrival. The three seemed to be Japanese, much like the rest of the members of the Oni, however an oriental style of makeup is used on their perfectly chiseled faces to highlight their features. It seems your Uncle doesn't care for accuracy as long as it looks Asian.

“Uhm...” You begin your introduction, nervously trying to remember the Japanese your dad tried to teach you.

“O-Ohiogo-zye-matsu...” You stammer out, and the somewhat confused looks the women give you really rattle your nerves.

“... We speak English.” One of them pipes up, taking a long drag of their cigarette.

“Oh, sorry... I was wondering if any of you knew where the owner was?” You sheepishly ask.

“Eh? You mean you dressed up like that for the interview?” Another asks, resting her seductive face on a propped up hand.

“...Interview?” You ask.

“You're a new girl, right? I think you got a good gimmick going by the way. Very sexy 80s aerobic instructor seems like a niche kink, but if it works...”

Your cheeks feel like they're on fire.

“N-n-n-n... New girl?!” You blurt out, and all three of them share a laugh.

“Aw, poor thing's nervous!”

“Well, don't be. I know havin' a bunch of dudes going at you can seem scary, but it's all good fun and good money here!”

“Yeah, and if they give you trouble you the boss'll handle it. Don't look into it though, otherwise you might become an accessory after the fact, you dig?”

A quiet wheeze escapes your throat in response. Was your dad right about the outfit?! And what were these girls talking about?! A bunch of dudes going at you?! WHAT?!

“Hey, ladies! You done giving her an orientation over there? We gotta break her in on stage as soon as Lucy's done wagging her tail.”

You look back to one of the two Oni members who were watching you earlier calling out to the group, inciting a giggle from the trio.

“She's a little nervous, but we'll get her on that pole!” One of them answers back. You can't believe what's happening to you right now.

[Roll D100]

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>>3037368

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>>3037368
rolling for fun

Bets on how long before lewds of Rena get commissioned?

>>3037368
“I'M NOT HERE FOR POLES!” You nervously cry, burrying your face in your hands.

“Ohhh! She's here for the real deal!” One of the other girls prods, and the other two begin to hoot and laugh with her.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah... I'm glad you're eager, but we gotta display the goods before we sell 'em.” The Oni member explains as the two of them approach you, one staring you up and down.

“Then again, I think we might not need to... You wanna put this ass in a bed on a casting couch, baby?”

Suddenly you feel his rough hand plant firmly against one of your butt cheeks, and all that timidness drains from you...

… To make room for the rage.

“YOU DISGUSTING IMBECILE!” You roar, your eyes already blazing with fury as you whip around and punch the Oni who had touched you.

“THAT BOOTY... DOWN TO EVERY CELL... IS FOR CUTE HUNKS ONLY!”

The fool is hit so hard that he flies out of his own clothes! His body is flung upward as his suit pieces fly off his arms and legs, hitting the ceiling and falling face first on an occupied table in just his pink briefs.

The men and women sitting at the table scream as glass and alcohol are splashed onto them, meanwhile the other Oni member reaches for a gun in his blazer and wastes no time aiming it at you.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON OUT HERE?!”

A familiar, gravely voice rings out among the commotion, and everyone's head is turned upward towards the sound.

Standing from a hung just above the bar is a bald, older man. His wrinkles somewhat masked by markings tattooed across his face, lines of text and designs trace around his features and sink down into the ink sketched into his back.

He adjusts a fine, purple dress shirt under a pin-stripped suit as he squints in your direction.

“... Is that my fuckin' niece?”

A: Hug your uncle! He finally showed up!

B: “UNCLE! WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS! ITS SOOOOOOOO GROSS!”

C: Tattle on the guy who touched you.

D: “Hey! I told you to stop saying the F word!”

>>3037476
>B: “UNCLE! WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS! ITS SOOOOOOOO GROSS!”

>>3037476
B: “UNCLE! WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS! ITS SOOOOOOOO GROSS!”

>>3037476
>B: “UNCLE! WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS! ITS SOOOOOOOO GROSS!”

>>3037476
>B: “UNCLE! WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS! ITS SOOOOOOOO GROSS!”

>>3037476
>D: “Hey! I told you to stop saying the F word!”

>>3037476
>B: “UNCLE! WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS! ITS SOOOOOOOO GROSS!”
>C: Tattle on the guy who touched you.
May the fool's life be short and painful.

>>3037476
>B

“UNCLE! WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS?! ITS SOOOOOOOO GROSS!”

“Oh god...” He grumbles, most of the color draining from his face.

“Hey, don't listen to her! This place is great!” You can hear Crush call out from the other side of the room, but you both choose to ignore it.

“Wh... Whay are you here?! I told your father to never let you come here!” Your Uncle Umi shouts, his hands clamping down on the balcony railing as he starts to have a meltdown.

“Uncle Umi whyyyyyy!!!!!!!” You whine, still refusing to accept this place.

“Rena I... You shouldn't...!! DAMMIT!” He curses, banging a fist against the railing.

“Ugh!! Just, come into my office with me, please...”

You continue to whine aloud, taking your feet off the ground to meet your Uncle above.

–

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bNITQR4Uso

Your uncle's office is certainly more modest than the debauchery outside.

An old pop song is softly being played by a speaker overhead, and you can only describe the music as “pretty” in how it blankets the room.

The walls are a a faint shade of purple, and scattered around are various memorabilia from your Uncle's youth. Weapons, trinkets, pictures... It's kind of heartwarming to his life laid out like this.

He even has a fish tank full of clown fish, and they're super cute! You'd plant your face against the glass and say hello to them, but there's more important things to discuss...

“Look kid... I'm sorry you found out about my job like this.” He begins to apologize, pouring himself a glass of liquor.

“And, please, for the love of god, don't think I'm some kind of dirty uncle... This is just a where a majority of the gang's income goes through.”

“I don't think that, it's just... I'm a super hero now and I feel wrong being here.” You admit, taking a seat on one of his comfy guest chairs.

“Well, technically the establishment is legal thanks to several technicalities. There was a vacant lot here, and it was a big struggle among other families to try and claim it so... Eh, it's a boring story.” Umi stops his history lesson short with a swig of his drink.

“And I talked about this gang stuff with you before. It's just business, and we won't get in your way. Besides, you need our help or something, right?”

Your head perks up.

“How'd you know?”

Umi chuckles, giving you a shrug.

“Seriously? I'm sure you missed me an all, but if that was it you would've just texted me or somethin'. So, what can I do for the little princess?”

“It's not for me, it's for my friend outside.” You explain.

“The KISS groupie? Ah wait, you wouldn't know who they are... Heh, anyway, what does she want?”

“We need to know about something called Project Bloodlines. Do you know anything about it?” You ask.

“... I might. What do you want to know in particular?”
[Choices in the next post!]

>>3037579
A: “What was it?”

B: “How long has it been since it first came around?”

C: “Who was involved?”

D: “Where did you hear about it?”

>>3037586
A: “What was it?”
B: “How long has it been since it first came around?”
C: “Who was involved?”
D: “Where did you hear about it?”

No limit, so go wild!

>>3037579
>C: “Who was involved?”

>>3037586
>A
>B

oh god tamaranean sex genes are going to make Rena's life interesting

>>3037586
>C: “Who was involved?”
>D: “Where did you hear about it?”

>>3037586
>D: “Where did you hear about it?”

Is it bad that I only just now realized Willie and Nelson are named in reference to Willie Nelson?

>>3037586
>A: “What was it?”

>>3037579
>C
>D

“Who was involved?” You ask, leaning forward and listening intently.

“A lot of friggin' people, kid. If I remember correctly, it all started with some crazy-ass alien parasites coming to Earth to eat our spinal fluid. Why Earthling spinal fluid? Who knows, but I'm guessing this species wasn't what you'd call intelligent life.” He starts explaining, laying back in his seat.

“So, as you would expect from this world, the spinal fluid cravings of these bastards give everyone in contact with them Metagenes. You know, that thing June was researching? By the way tell her to call me sometime... Anyway, so naturally the US Government gets involved and a lot of people die. It was a mess.”

“So... Project Bloodlines originates from an alien invasion?” You ask, a little confused.

“I guess, the guy just mentioned the word Bloodlines when we talked about it. Granted, I was in my early 20s and half cut at the time, so details might be fuzzy...” He elaborates, taking another sip of his scotch.

“Who told you anyway?” You ask, getting more curious.

“I talked to this guy in some sleazy bar when your dad was going through the whole “clean up The Cauldron” phase. He had a wooden hand and I used that to kick off the conversation... He was an alright dude. His friend wasn't much for conversations though, all he did was say his name over and over... Weird shithole that place was.” Umi reminisces.

“But here's what I don't get; what's with you bringing up Bloodlines now? That shit was irrelevant when I was around to hear about it. It goes far back enough that it might even be older than I am.”

“My friend is Uncle Lobo's kid, but she's more focused on finding out who her mother was. “Project Bloodlines” was just a clue she found.” You explain.

“Huh... She's the same age as you right?” Umi asks, and as you nod he starts to run a hand under his chin.

“I might have some theories...”

[To be continued soon!]

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Alright anons, that's it for tonight! I'll probably run again on Sunday night, so I'll see you then! Goodnight!

>>3037674
Just got here, and I am loving the idea of Rena getting skived by the strippers.

I fell asleep after reading the quest updates. My headcannon is that Rena starts apeaking in the tounge of the Red Sun when she gets angry. Basically like in that scp video where the guy explains how to deal with reality benders.

>>3037670
“Dunno what you're gonna do on your end, but I'll try looking into whatever old hospital records I can find. Shouldn't be terribly hard now that I can narrow down the year.” Umi explains, flipping open an old laptop on his desk.

“Maybe there'll be reports of a weird as shit looking baby... Who knows?”

“Any help is appreciated, Uncle. Thank you!” You tell him, standing up from your seat.

“Of course! I'll always help out my little niece. Just uhh... Try asking without breaking my employee's face next time.” He advises, looking up from the screen.

“If that'll be all, I'd like it if you could pry your friend off of my girls.”

A: “Just gotta give you a hug before I go!”

B: “Actually, I was wondering... Have you guys ever had any run-ins with Batman? I mean, I know this business of yours isn't spotless...”

C: “Well... Maybe one thing. Has a girl ever tried to pull you away from someone you were dating? There's this guy I... Well I don't know if I like him yet... Oh, it's confusing...”

D: “I don't suppose you remember Lobo's love life while on Earth, do you?”

>>3043484
>A

>>3043484
>A: “Just gotta give you a hug before I go!”

>>3043484
>A: “Just gotta give you a hug before I go!”

>>3043484
>A: “Just gotta give you a hug before I go!”

>>3043484
>A: “Just gotta give you a hug before I go!”

>>3043484
>A

You shake your head.

“Just gotta give you a hug before I go!”


“Aww...” He remarks as you hurry over and embrace each other in a warm hug.

“Don't let this world sour that sweet soul of yours, Rena.” He advises as you let go.

“I won't! Bye Uncle!” You cheerfully depart, hurrying down stairs to pull Crush away from the dirty fun she might be having while you're gone.

–

“So your creepy Uncle is just gonna go door to door and ask around at every hospital?” Crush asks you, not sounding too thrilled.

“He's not creepy and he's doing more than that!” You argue, puffing up your cheeks.

“Seriously, what's with the attitude?”

“Gaaahhg! This is taking too long!” She growls, staring ahead with brows furrowed in frustration.

“I'll be in my 30s by the time he gets done looking through them all, and even then he might not find anything!”

“Why wouldn't he? I don't think you'd be hard to miss in a ward.” You comment.

She gives you a look, then turns her head away quickly.

“Forget it...” She mumbles, sounding a bit sad.

“Ah! I-I didn't mean it that way!” You try to explain, but she doesn't look back.

Aw shoot. You hope you really didn't hurt her feelings that badly. What could you talk about to make things better?

A: “I'm sorry... To be honest, I'd probably be easy to spot too. I look like a carrot!”

B: “Hey, you know I didn't mean you're ugly, right? You turned some heads at that club, right?”

C: “Look, I'm just saying that you wouldn't exactly be misplaced in a hospital. Maybe someone took you away from the hospital because of it.”

D: “... Hey, you wanna go get ice cream? It always cheers me up!”

>>3043598
>B: “Hey, you know I didn't mean you're ugly, right? You turned some heads at that club, right?”

>D: “... Hey, you wanna go get ice cream? It always cheers me up!”

>>3043598
>C: “Look, I'm just saying that you wouldn't exactly be misplaced in a hospital. Maybe someone took you away from the hospital because of it.”

>>3043598
>B: “Hey, you know I didn't mean you're ugly, right? You turned some heads at that club, right?”

>>3043598
>B
>A

>>3043598
>B

You reach forward and place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, you know I didn't mean you're ugly, right? You turned some heads at that club, right?”

She breathes a soft sigh, looking back and showing a small smile.

“I know... It's just frustrating considering how I grew up.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, wanting to know more about your friend.

“I mean, most of it's just a blur. I remember running around forests and stuff like an animal after... Something.”

She holds her forehead, as if trying to remember it clearly is physically hurting her brain.

“It's just dark in here. My clearest memories are of an orphanage that pissed me off every waking moment of my life. That's also when I met my dad... And Santa Clause.”

“... Wait, what?!” You ask, feeling like your eyes are going to pop out of your skull after that casual name drop.

“Yep. I was 11 years old and my dad-”

“NO NOT YOUR DAD! DID YOU JUST SAY SANTA CLAUSE?!” You shout, grabbing her by the shoulders for a moment before she pushes you off.

“Gah! Yes! Santa Clause! What's the big deal?” She asks.

“M... My mom told me he wasn't real! She said that her and dad just bought presents for me because a gift from your loving parents will always be better than a fatman in a red suit...” You reveal, sniffling as you hold back some spoiled tears.

“I got a miniature pony from her that year, but I lost Santa... It was the best and worst Christmas ever...”


“... I don't remember seeing a tiny horse at the house.” Crush replies, giving you a quizzical glance as she starts walking again.

“Oh, he fell off the tower. My dad said he bumped his head really hard and that he'd have to go back to the farm. It was to dangerous up there for a horsie, I guess.” You explain blandly, but it makes Crush shiver momentarily.

“Holy shit Rena...” She quietly mutters before looking back to you.

“Look, the point is that Santa came to personally give me a present since he knew my dad was a asshole who ran out on my mom, but it turns out he literally knew my dad was an asshole. Apparently they have some beef every year because my dad keeps winding up on the naughty list. He tracks him down, they fight, life goes on. Only my dad stepped on the toy Santa gave me before it ended. He didn't even say anything to me despite Santa trying to get him to connect with me. Merry Christmas.”

“Oh... That's awful Crush!” You attempt to console her, but she immediately thrusts a hand in your path to stop you.

“Cry about it later, I smell something...” She informs you, her tone becoming more serious.

“What is it?” You ask, preparing yourself for a confrontation.

“Trouble.” She simply answers, a hand reaching down to tightly grip the chain around her waist as she surveys the ominous streets of Neo Gotham.

[Roll D100!]

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>>3043773
>My dad said he bumped his head really hard and that he'd have to go back to the farm
Oh my god, Rena

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3043773

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>>3043773
>“Oh, he fell off the tower. My dad said he bumped his head really hard and that he'd have to go back to the farm. It was to dangerous up there for a horsie, I guess.” You explain blandly, but it makes Crush shiver momentarily.

Knowing Reno, I'm betting it was a super powerful alien horse that literally had to be sent to live on a farm off planet, lest he wrecks everybody's shit.

>>3043786
Anon the pony went splat...

>>3043787
No it didn't...

>>3043787
Bullshit, Supergirl's horse can fly, Reno wouldn't get his little girl a horse that couldn't fly too

>>3043773
You put your back to Crush's, making sure you both are protected on all fronts.

Scanning the area, you transition into your fighting stance and focus on the darker areas around you, trying to pick up on any subtle movements.

And just like that, you witness a shadow on a shop's rooftop shuffle, As if there was something translucent over the darkened surface.

“THERE!” You shout, launching off the ground and rocketing towards the suspicious movement!

Dad said your first attack doesn't need to hit the opponent, it just needs to be big and loud so they know who they're dealing with!

With that in mind, you pull back your right fist and feel it ignite with violet fire! A violent roar escapes your throat as you reach the rooftop and thrust your fist forward!

As your fist is about to reach the area where the suspicious shape moved, you focus on the inferno blanketing your fist and detonate it like you were holding a grenade!

A small, but shock inducing explosion blasts the area in front of you, the surface you aimed at becoming splattered with flames that stick to it like napalm!

“AGHH!!”

A loud grunt of pain is heard as the fire sticks to a uneven part of the surface, and the outline of a person is revealed under the veil of his suit's active camouflage!

“Gotcha!” You triumphantly shout at him, getting ready to throw out a real attack before you hear him address you in a familiar voice.

“Not quite, Rena...” He says, as his camo fades to reveal a infamous red bat across his chest.

“Oh... Oops...” You quietly reply, watching as Batman's arm opens up to reveal a small nozzle, extinguishing the fire stuck to him with a foamy substance.

“It's fine.” He offers in a short response, brushing the foam off his body as Crush joins the two of you on the roof with a massive leap.

“OH! That's who it was...” Crush muses, tapping the tip of her nose.

“Can't fool this, Batman.”

“I dunno, it seemed pretty fooled for the past hour or so while you were visiting with Rena's Uncle.” He swiftly responds, wiping the smug look off Crush's face.

“We have a lot to talk about...” He tells you, and his words can't help but make you narrow your eyes with annoyance.

“We sure do, Mister Terry...” You try to quip back at him.

[To be continued soon!]

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Alright, that's all for tonight! Time to make like Rena's late pony and hit the hay! Thanks for reading!

>>3043817
>[X] Grope the Batbutt

>>3043795
Doesn't Supergirl's horse also have a crush on her and wants to do her? Or is that just a doujin I read?

>>3044007
Nope, that was definitely a thing in the comics

>>3044293
wait, really?

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>>3045448
Yep!

>>3046126
Wow, and I thought I'd heard about all the fucked up things from the comic books.

>>3043817
“I knew you were rich, but who could of guessed that you had connections with The Oni?” Batman rhetorically asks.

“You say you want to be a super hero, but I'm having doubts after seeing you two at that club.”

“You perving on us, Batshit?” Crush inquires in a threatening tone, but you motion her to calm down.

“Okay, first off, I'll love my Uncle no matter what he does. Secondly, he doesn't hurt innocent people with drugs or anything like that! And lastly, stop doing your gritty Batman voice, Terry!” You retort with a huff, making the dark knight narrow his white eyes at you.

“Please don't shout my name, Rena. Unlike you, my family can't protect themselves from anyone trying to get to me.” He explains in a somewhat annoyed voice, but you just fold your arms.

“Yeah well... Maybe you should've just told me! You try and act like you can't trust me, but you're the one who tried to slip a tracking device on me before I recognized your butt!” You call him out.

“... Wait what?! You did what now?!” Crush tries to understand, but you both ignore her.

“That was after I found out what your family was! Don't pretend I don't have a reason to be cautious.”

He stays quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he continues to elaborate.

“Your mother is a proxy galactic overlord and your father is a fight-hungry lunatic that rivals Superman in power. That's what they are to everyone with half a mind. What are they to you?”

A: “They're my mom and dad, and they wouldn't hurt innocent people either!”

B: “Well, you aren't wrong... But they're still my parents and I love them!”

C: “Oh please! My parents have done anything wrong... Lately.”

D: “I'm not my parents! I will protect the innocent, even if it means protecting them from my mom and dad!”

>>3047490
>A: “My mother is the rightful queen of Tameran and my father is... well okay I can't say he ISN'T that but he's still a good, kindhearted man."

>>3047490
>D: “I'm not my parents! I will protect the innocent, even if it means protecting them from my mom and dad!”

>>3047492
Meant to have it as E, but you get it.

>>3047492
Support

>>3047490
backing >>3047492

>>3047490
>A: “They're my mom and dad, and they wouldn't hurt innocent people either!”
Has dad explained his Xenocide to us yet?

>>3047498
I'll be honest, I'm still pretty salty about Mach having Reno commit a space shoah in-between the first two 'seasons' without input from the players.

>>3047506
I mean, they were literally ALL slaving rapist pricks who had it coming, and it's not like we could call the space cops because the GLs don't GO to that part of the galaxy (and I'll admit to disappointment we never really got to give whichever GL was currently serving from earth a real piece of our mind about that).

>>3047506
I'm fine with it. It's something Reno would do, in my opinion.

Reno would do anything to protect his family. After all, he lost his last one TWICE.

>>3047490
>E

“My mother is the rightful queen of Tameran and my father is... well okay I can't say he ISN'T that but he's still a good, kindhearted man."

“Uh huh.” Batman blandly remarks, turning his attention to Crush.

“As for you, there seems to be a lot of chaos following you around.”

“Dunno what you're talking about, Bats. I'm just a wost wittle gurwl wooking fwor their mommy.” She sarcastically answers, sticking a pinkie finger in her ear as she fishes for wax.

“You know I can help you, but you have to stop tearing up the city for me to do that.” He offers, but Crush isn't having any of it.

“Nah, keep that boyscout crap to yourself. If it's such a problem that I tear street scum a new one every hour, then I guess I can put it back on your work load.”

“That's not why you need to stop! You're going to kill someone with your reckless behavior!” Batman stresses, gnashing is teeth in irritation.

“Wahh, wahh, wahh... Rena, did you seriously have the hots for this dork?” Crush asks you, and your face immediately gets flustered.

A: “CRUSH SHUT UP OH MY GOD!”

B: “B-Both of you need to stop fighting! We're all on the same side, we just have different ways of doing things.”

C: “Batman, she's right... Sort of. She doesn't work for you, so I don't see why she needs to listen to you.”

D: “Crush, he kind of has a point... You're pretty reckless. I mean, when I we first met you were exiting a burning warehouse littered in unconscious Jokerz.”

>>3047545
>A: “CRUSH SHUT UP OH MY GOD!”

>>3047545
>B: “B-Both of you need to stop fighting! We're all on the same side, we just have different ways of doing things.”

>>3047545
A: “CRUSH SHUT UP OH MY GOD!”

>>3047545
>B: “B-Both of you need to stop fighting! We're all on the same side, we just have different ways of doing things.

>>3047545
>B

>>3047545
>D: “Crush, he kind of has a point... You're pretty reckless. I mean, when I we first met you were exiting a burning warehouse littered in unconscious Jokerz.”

>>3047545
>B:

>>3047545
>E: "Crush I swear to god I'll spike you like a football through the earth right into the sun."

>>3047545
>B

“B-Both of you need to stop fighting! We're all on the same side, we just have different ways of doing things.”

“... Whatever.” Crush exhales, listening to you and backing off. However, despite Batman calming down he still feels the need to lecture you both.

“I know I'm not exactly a seasoned veteran when it comes to this stuff, but I'm still gonna be the one to tell you both to keep your powers in check. Especially you, Rena.”

“Huh? What'd I do?!” You ask, feeling a bit offended.

“You did a good job stopping Willie Watts, but you went overboard. He might've been able to lift a car with his mind, but he's still human. His head's in a cast after you slapped it around so hard, doctor's said it's a miracle he wasn't turned into a vegetable with all cracks in his scull.” Batman informs you, and you can't help but sadly slump your shoulders.

“Oh... I'm really sorry.” You say softly, keeping your eyes on the ground.

“Don't be sorry. Be careful.” Batman advises.

“It's a common mistake, even I've gone overboard a few ti--”

He's drowned out by an ear-splitting pop, followed by the Earth shaking sounds of an explosion, lighting up the night sky as the flames rise over the city!

The immolating fires roar as they blacken into a thick smog, obscuring the area a few blocks away.

“Yeah, I'm on it!” Batman answers audibly over the sudden commotion, but it strikes you as odd because neither you or Crush had said anything.

You and your friend struggle to regain your balance after recoiling from the sudden shock wave of the blast, groaning as your ears ring.

“We should go with him...” You tell Crush, bracing yourself for action!

“WHAT?!” She yells back at you in response.

“I said we sh-”

“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!”

“We should go-”

“I! CAN'T! HEAR! YOU!”

“WE SHOULD GO WITH HIM!”

“WHAT?!”

You just incoherently yell and fly off, fed up with the conversation.

[To be continued soon!]

That's all for tonight! Sorry it's been short, but work has been brutal. I hope you're enjoying things anyway! Have a good night!

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>>3047594
Upon arriving at the scene of the explosion you find... Well, a guy dressed from head to toe in bombs!

He's huge too, like, pro wrestler huge. Decked out in militaristic combat gear beneath the belts and vests full of explosives, you start to wonder if he's a crazed war vet or something.

As for the explosion itself, it seems like the suspect has bombed a archive center, a place that would keep holodiscs and vidchips on recorded events. Fire is pouring out of the shattered doors and windows as countless records are destroyed, while the maniac bomber basks in the glow of the flames.

“That's enough, Stan!”

Batman emerges from the sky, diving toward the large bomber now known as Stan. A trio of batarangs fly towards him, and he has no choice but to take them head on with the bulk of his body armor.

“GAAAAAAGH!” He grunts audibly, recoiling from the electrified blades sinking into his chest.

As they begin to shock his body, he adapts surprisingly well to the attack by pulling the vest over his body and tossing it aside.


“WAKE UP BATMAN! I just made a dent in the armor of sensory overload, but you still act as a drone for the man!” He rants, arming an explosive grenade in his hand.


“Stan... What's his deal?” You ask Crush, hoping she might have some idea.

“Mad Stan? He's just some crazy guy who thinks blowing up society is the only way to save it or something.” Crush answers with a shrug.

“Hmmm...” You begin to think, watching as he and Batman are about to fight.

A: Intervene. Batman might have a harder time subduing him.

B: Wait it out, maybe Batman's got this.

C: Talk to Stan. Has anyone asked him why he's mad? Maybe he just needs to vent.

D: “Hey Crush, I think I've been hogging the spotlight for a while. I wanna see you beat him up!”

>>3048837
>C: Talk to Stan. Has anyone asked him why he's mad? Maybe he just needs to vent.

>>3048837
>C: Talk to Stan. Has anyone asked him why he's mad? Maybe he just needs to vent.
seems like a turbo-virgin school shooter type. might just want a girl to talk to him

>>3048837
>C: Talk to Stan. Has anyone asked him why he's mad? Maybe he just needs to vent.

>>3048845
>>3048847
>>3048853
Roll D100!

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3048858

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>3048858

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3048858

>>3048845
>>3048847
>>3048853
"BEGONE SPACE THOT!"

>>3048837
>C

Maybe Mad Stan is just... Mad. He probably isn't the one to open up about how he feels, so he just takes out the frustration on the world around him. It's worth a shot to at least talk him down first.


“Wait!” You shout, flying in between Mad Stan and Batman, motioning for both of them to halt.

“It doesn't have to stoop to fighting just yet. Here...”

You look towards Mad Stan, showing the warmest smile you can muster.

“Hi Mad Stan! My name is Star Striker, and I was hoping you'd be alright with sitting down and talking for a moment.” You explain, but Mad Stan's face twists into an irritated look.

“Sit down?! That's just what the bureaucratic tyrants want me to do! They don't want the people to rise up and blow up their ivory towers, so they send their costumed goons after me for not following the rest of the sheep!” He begins to rant again, a vein throbbing in his head as he yells.

“Okay, so--”

You try to get another word in, but he keeps going.

“If I wore a stupid animal costume, I bet The Man could sell me as a “hero” too! Well, I'm not some puppet on a stage! I'm Stan, and I'm going to blow it all up! You hear me?! I'm canceling the show!”

“I see, so--”

“Starting with these archives full of nothing but flickering screens! The transmissions they shove in our society's face is meant to overload our minds with worthless junk so we never question what's REALLY going on! Once they run out of mental spam, then the real war starts!”

“You should quit while he's distracted. Once he gets started Stan won't ever stop ranting.” Batman informs you, readying another Batarang.


You're tuning out most of his tirade, but you're thankful for it. It gives you more time to plan.

A: “Hey Stan, I really want to hear more about what the Government is doing behind my back, but can we move away from the fire? It's hard to hear you, big guy.”

B: “Stan, I understand how you feel this way, and I don't doubt that there's some truth to it, but I can't help but wonder if this isn't what really makes you mad. When did you start this war of yours?”

C: “You know, I have a relative or two who works with the US government. I think listening to them would give you a lot of insight.”

D: Batman's right, to your dismay. Might as well get the jump on this lunatic now.

>>3048899
>E: "So you're going to screw over every artist who tried to bring their vision to the world? Are you really going to throw away the knowledge they've hidden in allegory because you couldn't be bothered to take the time to listen? Or maybe you're just a pawn to those who would keep us blind. Look to everybody who's burned books before you and tell me with a straight face that they were good people!"

Fight crazy with crazy.

>>3048910
Ooh boy. Roll D100 everyone who's still awake!

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>3048917

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>3048910
Ya sure you don't want to wait for others to vote for it?

>>3048922
Well, 15 minutes have already gone by, and I do want to get some sleep.

Work's been sucktacular unfortunately with me having to work late almost every night, but I should be able to pick up the pace Friday!

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>3048929

>>3048899
>E

You got an idea: talk crazy with crazy talk!

"So you're going to screw over every artist who tried to bring their vision to the world? Are you really going to throw away the knowledge they've hidden in allegory because you couldn't be bothered to take the time to listen? Or maybe you're just a pawn to those who would keep us blind. Look to everybody who's burned books before you and tell me with a straight face that they were good people!"

Mad Stan's face eases for a moment, only for him to look away harshly to try and form an argument.

“No, that's not... But I've been... This is-This isn't right, man!”

He holds onto the sides of his face, starting to panic.

“That would mean this whole time... I was helping the system?! No! Nooo!!!!!”


“Woah...” Batman remarks quietly behind you, and his reaction makes you feel quite smug!


Mad Stan falls to his knees, defeated as he looks down at his hands.

“Everything I've done... It was all for nothing... I was just a puppet for The Man...”

Mad Stan had become Sad Stan, and to be honest, you did feel a little bad.

“Hey, don't beat yourself up over it big guy!” You console him, kneeling down to put a hand on one of his broad shoulders.

“My dad always says 'Don't be sorry; be better.' So, be better from here on out, okay?”

“Be better? Better at what? I was trying to blow up the system, blow it all up! But in the end the system was blowing up everyone else, and I was the detonator...” He mourns, looking at the grenades wrapped around his waste in remorse.

“Well... Maybe don't blow stuff up? Maybe you could try fighting the system another way by talking to people or something. Inform them about the dangers of what The Man can do.” You kindly suggest, and then another idea pops into your head.

“What about a podcast? Those are still relevant!”

“... Like a pirate radio station... Yeah...” He holds onto his brick-like chin, the plans already forming in his head.

“Instead of destroying knowledge, I'll arm the people with it! Get ready Gotham, because The Madcast is about to go live! I'm gonna blow up the airwaves now! HAHAHAHA!!!”

“Yeah!... But first you have to go to jail.” You remind him, pointing at the still burning archive.
“Oh...” He responds, staring at the fire blankly.

“Uhm, try and get your lawyer to-”

“No lawyers! I'll represent myself in court! I don't need any roaches in suits sent from the bureaucratic toilet to help me!” Mad Stan quickly rebuttals, and you can't help but offer a nervous laugh in acceptance.
[More in the next post!]

>>3048951

–

“Wow Rena, that might've been the most boring way to handle it, but you handled it pretty fuckin' good.” Crush compliments... In her own way.

You both are sitting on the street curb opposite of what's left of that particular archive, watching Mad Stan being put in cuffs and driven off to jail.

“Yeah, I guess. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm really looking forward to beating the snot out of the next bad guy I find. I don't want all my training to go to waste.” You admit.

“Pfff, just do what I do and start some trouble with a street gang or somethin'. Cracking a skull is a stress ball for tough girls like us.” Crush jokes, sharing a short giggle with you as Batman steps in front of you both.

“Rena... There's someone that'd like to meet you.”

[To be continued soon!]

Okay guys! Thank you for reading and good night! have good sleeps!

>We turned Mad Stan into Neo Alex Jones

>>3048955
Well, that's one way to stop a nutjob. At least he's less harmful?

>>3049339
>>3049400
20 Years down the line he's an upstanding lawyer/activist who refuses to work for big corporations.

I hope you can run soon Mach.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWd6XgBVIcg

>>3048955
“So... Where are we going and why couldn't Crush come?” You ask Batman, your arms folded as you sit behind him.

You were taking a ride in the Batwing, which admittedly made you want to jump up and down while squealing like a little girl, but Terry's attitude under the mask has you really put off.

“Can't tell you for either of those things.” He answers briefly, more focused on flying safely over Gotham.

“Can't tell me OR won't tell me?! Terry, I'm not gonna lie, but you're kind of a jerk. It's no wonder you and Dana fight so much.” You jab at him with a huff, slumping in the seat grumpily.

His eyes go wide for a moment before snapping his head around to glare back at you.

“Don't use my name, and don't talk about Dana. In fact, how about we both play “The Quiet Game” until we land.” He sternly responds before looking back out the front windshield.

You just roll your eyes, doing as he says for the time being.


… Why does the interior of this thing have to be bathed in a red light? It's hurting your eyes.

This is stupid. Your feet hurt. You're hungry. You wish you were punching bad guys.

A: “This red light hurts my eyes. Can we turn it off?”

B: “I'm hungry.”

C: “I'm sorry... It isn't my business what goes on in your personal life. I just don't like secretive crap like this.”

D: This is shwarbage. Escape the Batwing.

>>3051392
>A: “This red light hurts my eyes. Can we turn it off?”

Fuck apologizing. If Terry's going to be a prick and go in on mom and dad, then we get to go in on him being a shitty boyfriend.

>>3051392
>C: “I'm sorry... It isn't my business what goes on in your personal life. I just don't like secretive crap like this.”

>E: "Are we there yet?"

>>3051392
>A: “This red light hurts my eyes. Can we turn it off?”

>>3051410
>>3051418
Roll D100 to avoid spoiled princess Rena from emerging!

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3051439

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3051439

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3051439

>>3051392
>A

“This red light hurts my eyes. Can we turn it off?”

“No.” He answers bluntly.

“Please?” You continue to ask.

“No.”

“PLEAAAAAAAAAAASE?!”

“RENA!”

“Fiiine...” You sigh, defeated. He's lucky he's Batman, otherwise you'd kick the stuffing out of the back of his seat until he did what you wanted. Never fails.

Leaning back in your seat, you start to daydream of a distant memory...

–

The howling winds of Okaara shake the tall blades of grass surrounding you and your father, the only sound of the desert plain coming from their rustling.

You're sat on your knees, focusing on your father's bare back and marveling at the details of the demon etched into him.

“Rena!” He suddenly shouts, startling you as you straighten your back,

“Tell me why I have forbidden you to use your powers these past few years.”

You gulp.

A: “To make the training tougher?”

B: “Because it wouldn't be fair for you when we sparred?”

C: “So I would know what to do if I ever lost them?

D: “Because fighting with my own strength is a more important thing to perfect?”

E: “I dunno. Why?”

>>3051520
>D: “Because fighting with my own strength is a more important thing to perfect?”

>>3051520
>C: “So I would know what to do if I ever lost them?

>>3051520
>D: “Because fighting with my own strength is a more important thing to perfect?”

>>3051520
>D

“Because fighting with my own strength is a more important thing to perfect?”


He's still for a moment, when suddenly he does a sharp turn to show you a wide grin and a thumbs-up!

“CORRECT!” He praises.

“It is infinitely more important to be able to use your own fists better than your starbolts. Have the speed, strength, and adaptability to physically overcome all odds will not only greatly aid you in the long run, but once you have to use those powers you'll feel like a huge weight has been taken off you!”

Your father strikes a fighting pose, flexing his muscles comically.

“I've destroyed more men with these pythons than with my own electricity! There isn't a man on heaven or Earth who can beat your old man!”

“Woah...” You respond, stunned that your dad is so cool and strong!

“Oh, speaking of weights, tonight you're going to train by carrying our ship for 50 miles while I take a nap inside.” He bluntly informs you.

“... But the ship is really big, dad.” You grimly remind him, but he waves your concern off.

“No buts! Also, if you haven't traveled 50 miles by the time I wake up, we'll move onto pain endurance training! 50 knees to the tummy, and 50 kicks to the back of your head!”

You frown, looking down at your knees while you complain.

“No fair... I hate knees in the tummy...”


–

“RENA!”

“WHAH?!” You shout, snapping back to the reality of the present time.

Batman's in your face, but more importantly the lights in the ship are back to normal! Phew!

“We're here. Come on.” He tells you, popping open the Batwing's cockpit and jumping outside.

“Where's here?” You ask, following after him.

Is this... A cave? It's like a secret hangar for the Batwing, but the walls and ceiling are rock-like and covered in a shining coat of water.

You gasp.
“Oh my god! Is this your secret layer?” You ask with a big smile, running ahead of Batman.

“That's so cool! All I have is my parent's house!”

“Rena, wait!” He urges you, and you reluctantly obey him.

“What's up?” You asks, watching as he walks up to you with a serious look on his face.

“I really need you to be mature about this. This person we're about to meet can be pretty scary when he's mad. I just wanted to warn you before we go any further.” He requests.

A: “Why? Who is he anyway?”

B: “Fiiine.”

C: “Fiiine.” (Lie)

D: “Terry, I'm not a kid. Why have you been so stern with me lately?”

>>3051717
>D: “Terry, I'm not a kid. Why have you been so stern with me lately?”

>>3051717
>D: “Terry, I'm not a kid. Why have you been so stern with me lately?”

>>3051717
>C: “Fiiine.” (Lie)

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>>3051717
>D

Okay, you're seriously fed up with this.

“Terry, I'm not a kid. Why have you been so stern with me lately?”

His eyes narrow, one hand reaching up to hold his forehead.

“Look... I'm sorry how I've been treating this, but I got chewed out when you found out I was Batman. I'm doing my best to avoid that happening again.”

“Chewed out? By who?” You ask, starting to show him some concern.

“You'll find out once you go past that door.” He motions, pointing to an exit from the hangar.

Eager to solve this mystery once and for all, you quickly approach the door and fling it open.

A excited gasp leaves your throat, and your eyes twinkle with a child-like bewilderment as you clench your fists close to your excited smile.

The room has several Bat costumes on display in glass cases, ranging from Batman's older suits to those used by his sidekicks. There's also a vintage Batmobile and some antique gadgets shown on an elevated platform next to you. Then there's the souvenirs taken off villains, and...

“A giant penny?! Wow!” You spot happily, forgoing the stairs and taking to the air as you fly around the room to look at everything from different angles.

“This... This is amazing! I've always dreamed of having a place like this once I got my Super Hero career off the ground!” You tell Batman, in complete bliss as you soak the situation in.

Batman follows close behind, looking straight ahead at a large super-computer of sorts with several theater-sized monitors held high above the console.

“Oooh...” You comment, landing next to Batman as you both walk closer to it.

“Is this where you spot all the bad stuff happening in the city?”

“It's more than that.”

A grizzled, older voice comes from behind a chair sat in front of the computer, slowly turning to reveal an old man.

His face is chillingly fierce, and despite the his age and wrinkles you can tell there's still some strength laying dormant within him. Above his strong jaw are eyes that look into you, as if they know things about you that even you don't.

“It's where I make sure he doesn't screw up.” He grills Batman with his words, looking at him.

Batman isn't phased, and just gestures towards him with an open hand.
“Meet Bruce Wayne.” He blandly tells you.

A: “Oh, hi Bruce Wayne! Are you Batman's sidekick?”

B: “Hi mister Wayne! I'm Star Striker, but you can call me Rena too if you want!”

C: “Aw, this little old man gave you a hard time, Terry? He doesn't look so scary!”

D: “Who the heck is Bruce Wayne?”

>>3051855
>B: “Hi mister Wayne! I'm Star Striker, but you can call me Rena too if you want!”

>>3051855
>A: “Oh, hi Bruce Wayne! Are you Batman's sidekick?”

>>3051855
>A: “Oh, hi Bruce Wayne! Are you Batman's sidekick?”

>>3051855
>B: “Hi mister Wayne! I'm Star Striker, but you can call me Rena too if you want!”

>>3051855
>B: “Hi mister Wayne! I'm Star Striker, but you can call me Rena too if you want!”

>>3051855
>B: “Hi mister Wayne! I'm Star Striker, but you can call me Rena too if you want!”

>dad was right you do have a distinctive chin.

>>3051855
>E

begin by starting a pointed debate on metahuman politics with the position that uncompromising incarceration is the worst rehabilitation, and efforts devoted towards curtailing crime with vigilante justice often produce terrible results and super criminals.

finish by pointing out that placating the living superweapons with 6 figure incomes, material pleasures, and hookers is demonstrably cheaper that repairing infrastructure damaged in even minor metahuman skirmishes.

>>3051855
>B

You give a small wave.

“Hi mister Wayne! I'm Star Striker, but you can call me Rena too if you want!”

“...”

Bruce remained silent, quirking an eyebrow.

“I guess your father never spoke of me.” He remarks, and you can't help but tilt your head.

“Huh? Did my dad beat you up in a fight? Hey, this isn't some revenge thing, is it?!” You ask, putting your hands defiantly on your hips.

“I doubt he ever could, even as old as I am now.” Bruce bluntly states, reaching for a walking cane at his side.

“But I've known him for a long time, even if our direct contact has been minimal. I was worried for a moment you'd be going down the same path as him, fighting anything that looked at you funny.”

“... Wha? I don't get it.” You admit, sort of gazing upward.

“I mean, I know my dad is a handful, but my mom say's he's just mad that he's getting old.”

“Rena, he was always like that. His heart's in the right place, but everything else is troublesome.”

Bruce looks off to the side, his frown tightening for a moment.

“I do take part of the blame, but I suppose there's a silver lining in you being born.”

“Aw! That's the nicest thing a old man has ever said to me!” You say whole-heartedly, placing your hands over your chest in adoration.

Both Bruce and Terry gave you an odd look, but the older of the two continues to speak again.

“I was told you talked down Mad Stan.” Bruce brings up, his hands folding atop his cane.

“Yeah, he wasn't so bad. Just a lil' angry.” You joke with a small giggle.

“No one's ever done that. No one.” Bruce points out, and your smile vanishes. You suppose it was kind of a big deal after all.

“Not only that, the fact that you chose words over force speaks volumes considering your parents.”

“Awh, please don't talk about them being supervillains and stuff! They're different now, honest!” You plead, starting to slump.

Bruce raises a calming hand, shaking his head.
“No, this is all praise. I'm happy with what you've done so far, and I'd like to ask you a question.”

He leans forward.

“Are you interested in working with others?”

A: “Working with others? In what way?”

B: “Yes! Oh my god, am I going to be on the Justice League?!”

C: “Uhmm, not really. I have a friend I go out with sometimes, but I'd like to keep it like that.”

D: “Ohh... Uhh... I don't know if this is for a Super team or something, but can I have some time to think on it?”

>>3052039
>A

>>3052039
>A: “Working with others? In what way?”
Aw, Bruce is actually being nice!

>>3052039
>A: “Working with others? In what way?”

>>3052039
You mean, with other champions of goodness and justice? I’d like that!

>>3052039
>A

Is... Is he implicating a super hero team?

Okay stay calm Rena! Just figure out what he's trying to ask exactly.

“Working with others? In what way?”

Bruce does something truly frightening; he smiles!

“My son Damien is assembling people like you together for a special--”

“DAMIEN?!” Your hands reach up to grip your white locks as you grimace with shock.

“I REMEMBER HIM! HE WAS SOOOOOOOO RUDE!!!!”

“... Excuse me?” Bruce asks, him and Terry showing a wide-eyed look of confusion.

“Yeah! I was visiting my Aunt Kori with dad, and then this little dork version of Robin was there and he was stupid jerk when I complimented his costume and stuff! Then my dad went missing and I was stuck being near him for hours until my mom picked me up! It SUCKED!” You reminisce, your face getting red with anger just thinking about it.

“... Pfffff-Hahahaha!!!”
Terry bursts into laughter, which admittedly looks odd while he's in the Batsuit. Bruce on the otherhand returns to his usually grumpy expression.

“Well, I suppose introductions won't be necessary. After some regrettable conflicts...” Bruce begins, giving Terry a look that makes him quit his laughter.

“... My son is beginning to assemble of a team of people much like you. People who want to use their extraordinary powers to help the world rather than hold it for ransom. I think you'd be a perfect fit, but it's still up to you.”

Gears start turning in your head, thinking about this heavy load of information that's been dropped on you. It feels like this is the hardest you've thought about something in a while, and from every angle you look at it, every scenario or equation that comes to mind leads to only one solution.

“Wait... Damien is your son, right? And he was Robin, so that means...”

You let out an incredibly loud gasp, your palms hitting the sides of your face as your jaw hangs open.

“YOU'RE BATMAN, BUT TERRY—OHHHH!!!! THERE'S TWO BATMANS?! I'M IN A ROOM WITH TWO FREAKIN' BATMANS?!!”

Bruce Wayne and Terry are completely speechless.

[To be continued soon!]

>>3052135
Bless her, she's not the brightest starbolt

>>3052144
Nope! She's got her mom's looks but her dad's brains!

>>3052146
But her dad figured out who batman was...wait a minute, is the fact that Reno figured out his identity part of the reason Terry's mask covers the chin? Like, it had just never clicked how distinctive his jawline was until he heard through Dick/Starfire that Reno had figured him out by it?

>>3052351
Has, pretty sure we left a note to him about that when we looted some of our stuff he stole from us while we were unconscious.

>>3052917
has too*
>>3052135
I wonder what their plan is for her goofballness.

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>>3051095
>that video
holy shit, i can't stop laughing

>>3052135
“... I'm still waiting on a yes or no answer, Rena.” Bruce reminds you.

“Oh yeah!” You realize, rubbing your chin as you think it over.

A: “Yes!”

B: “Nope! I wanna be a solo act, or maybe a dynamic duo!”

C: “I think I should talk to my parents about it first.”

>>3056903
No option to check out this team first?

>>3056912
Oh! That's a good idea!

D: "Hold on, who's already on this team?"

>>3056903
>A: “Yes!”
Rena would be too excited to think right now

>>3056918
>>3056928
I think I'll allow ten more minutes of voting time since tonight seems a little slow!

>>3056944

E: Who else is on the team, OHH CAN CRUSH COME TOO !?!

>>3056944
sunday nights, what are you gonna do.

Good to have you, Mach

>>3056903
>>3056944
>>3056918
this

>>3056975
Thank you!

>>3056903
>A: “Yes!”

>>3056957

Derp, meant that as a vote for option D:

>>3056903
>A: “Yes!”

>>3056903
>A: “Yes!”

>>3056903
>A
>D/E

“Yes yes YES!” You shout excitedly, taking off the ground again.

“Are you kidding?! This is what I've wanted from the start! Who's on the team? OH, CAN CRUSH JOIN TOO?! She's my friend and she's super strong and--”

“Settle down.” Bruce orders, and there's something about his commanding tone that makes you instantly crash to the Earth and land on your bum without protest.

“Now, as for your friend I can't guarantee a spot, but I will discuss it with Damien. As for the rest, I'll give a brief introduction.”

Bruce spins his chair back to facing the computer, typing away quickly across the keys.

First, a woman appears. She has short, dark hair standing over a red half-mask that conceals her eyes.

She's dressed in traditional eastern garb, reminding you of a ninja more than anything else. In her hand is a red bow with an arrow already knocked.

“This is Emiko Queen, also known as Red Arrow. A skilled marksman and covert operator that could give Terry a run for his money.” Bruce Wayne describes, earning a stink eye from the current Batman.

Next, an image of a young boy is shown, their identity concealment similar to the previous but with a pair of yellow goggles rather than a visor of sorts. He's dressed in white and red, with the latter color stretching down the center of his suit in a lightning arc.

“Bart Allen, who goes by Impulse. That latest in a long line of speedsters. I'm certain you're familiar with the Flash.”

“Yup. MY dad hates speedsters for some reason. Don't know why...” You remark, briefly trying to find an answer for yourself.

Next is... Oh, you know this one!

“Super Boy!” You shout, pointing at the screen.

It's a young man dressed in a simple pair of jeans and tee-shirt, the latter with the signature “S” logo proudly displayed on his chest.

Bruce purses his lips for a moment.

“Yes. I see he needs no introductions. Lastly...” He begins, pulling up the final image.

“Oh my.” You quietly comment, feeling your cheeks get a bit red.

It's a bare chested hunk, dressed in practically nothing but foot and arm bindings with a pair of leather briefs to cover his privates. Over his shoulders is a red cape flowing behind his back, and above his shoulders is a...

Jaguar. He has a Jaguar head.

“I'm sure you have questions about him, at least.” Bruce says bluntly, as if reading your mind.

[More in the next post!]

>>3057080
“Is... Is he okay?” You ask, your eyes fixed on his animalistic face.

“He almost wasn't. A practitioner in splicing kidnapped a child from an indigenous tribe in Sudan. He was to be the subject of an experiment involving an occult ritual dedicated to the god Urzkartaga.”

“In English, it's basically an evil potted plant that turns women into cheetahs.” Terry speaks up, deciding to bring his eyes to look at the screen with the rest of the room.

“More or less.” Bruce surprisingly agrees before resuming his summary.

“I can't say for sure if they wanted to create a new god or a new species all together, but the ritual that should've required a virgin female's blood was altered with the boy's instead. Through some gene therapy, the blood sample was made to resemble a woman's before offering it to the god, and for a moment mankind had almost fooled one. Almost. They didn't get what they were after, and the poor boy suffered an incomplete transformation and went into a bloodthirsty frenzy.”

Bruce pulls up a few news articles, with censored photos of the aftermath added to the side. You can't make out most of it, but the massive amounts of blood can be clearly distinguished.

“He lived in the Southern Sudan forests for a time, hunting and surviving on his own. Eventually he was discovered by Wonder Woman while she was in pursuit of Cheetah, a criminal that had a more successful encounter with Urzkartaga. Since then, he's been well trained into a formidable fighter and tactician, with reports making me consider him replacing Damien as the leader.”

“... His name is Namur, by the way.” Terry speaks up, earning a small growl from Bruce.

“Wow... That's pretty crazy!” You comment, trying to stare at his massive pecs more than his unfortunate face.

“It's certainly one way to put it. Any questions?” Bruce asks.

A: “Nope! Just let me know when I can start!”

B: “Uhm, what about Damien?”

C: “Is there some kind of try-out or entrance exam I have to take?”

D: “How come there's no magicians on the team? I feel like every team should have at least one magic person!”

>>3057116
>C: “Is there some kind of try-out or entrance exam I have to take?”

>>3057116
>C: “Is there some kind of try-out or entrance exam I have to take?”

If not, then go with:
>A: “Nope! Just let me know when I can start!”

>>3057116
>D: “How come there's no magicians on the team? I feel like every team should have at least one magic person!”

>>3057116
changing to D

>>3057116
>C
>D

“Is there some kind of try-out or entrance exam I have to take?”

“Not necessarily. They may want to test your abilities, though.” Bruce answers, turning away from the computer.

“I imagine Damien will put you all through rigorous training though.”

“I can handle it!” You reassure Bruce, giving him a thumbs up!

“But... Something is bothering me. How come there's no magicians on the team? I feel like every team should have at least one magic person!”

“They're not exactly sending in applications.” Terry points out.

“Indeed. What isn't sealed away or part of a darker order is most likely long gone by now. Past experts in the Arcane are either retired or overqualified for a small team like this. However, the vulnerability isn't lost on us, and we'll be continuing our search.” Bruce informs you, using his cane to easy him off the chair.

“It's getting late. I suggest we all get some rest, and in the mean time I'll let Damien know you and Crush are interested. It might take a few days, so try to be patient.”

“Yes sir! Thank you so much!” You happily thank him, and you punctuate your message with a sudden hug!

You're gentle since he's an old man, but the gesture is surprising for Bruce and Terry alike. Thankfully, Bruce does reciprocate, even if it is just a few awkward pats on the back.

You let him go, seeing he still has his grumpy expression as he leaves the two of you.

There's still some time in the night, but you are kind of tired...

A: Go find Crush and tell her the good news!

B: Hurry home before your parents kill each other! You have to share something wonderful with them!

C: “Hey Terry, you wanna hang out?”

D: “So... What's it like being around the real deal, Terry?! He seems so cool!”

>>3057203
>C: “Hey Terry, you wanna hang out?”

>>3057203
>B: Hurry home before your parents kill each other! You have to share something wonderful with them!

>>3057203
>A

>>3057203
>C: “Hey Terry, you wanna hang out?”
Might as well get to know him

>>3057203
A: Go find Crush and tell her the good news!

>>3057207
>>3057212
>>3057217
>>3057211
Uh oh! I actually need a tie breaker between these two!

You have five minutes to do so Anons!

>>3057203
(I'll try and combine the both as best as I can! It's gotten late anyways, so let's close this out!)

>A
>C

You look over at Terry, giving him a friendly smile.

“... What?” He asks.

“Wanna hang out or something?” You ask earnestly.

“Uh... Sure, I guess. Where'd you want to go?” He asks, starting to shed his Batsuit.

“Doesn't matter! Let's just do something fun! We need to start treating each other like crime fighting partners in crime!” You say excitedly, politely turning away in case Terry is nude under that thing.

“I'm not sure that phrasing works, Rena, but you're right. I can't say there's really a reason to be worried about you. Crush on the other hand--”

“OH MY GOD! CRUSH! We have to bring her along too! Oh, she's going to be so happy when I tell her about the team!” You start to gush, lifting off the ground again.

“This is so awesome! Just one big step closer to becoming a member of the Justice League!”

“Yeah, well, don't get too excited. When I was there it wasn't that fun.” Terry remarks, and your neck almost snaps from how fast you look back at him.

“YOU WERE ON THE JUSTICE LEAGUE?!”

“Ah, crap...” He mumbles, not ready for your childlike bewilderment over the issue.

[To be continued soon!]

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Thanks for staying up and reading anons! I hope you all have a good night!

>>3057266
Terry is now the Straight Man to Rena, and that's adorable

>>3057266
Burgers, ice cream and friends! Three of your favorite things paired together for some late night fun!

Well, you're having fun at least.

Terry looks a bit awkward sitting next to Crush, and she's looking at you with a bit of a put-off expression as well.

You gulp down a big mouthful of greasy meat and condiment sauce, burping immediately after.

“Hey, is everything alright? You guys don't look like you're having fun.” You ask.

“I mean... You kind of sat down and started eating. There's not really much else going on.” Terry points out with a shrug.

“Yeah, and honestly I'm more concerned with the news you wanted to share, princess. 'The fuck did we have to go to an arcade and grill for?” Crush sternly asks, folding her arms.

“... I was hungry. I have more than one stomach you know...” You shyly defend yourself, taking a shameful gulp of your chocolate shake.

“Anyway! The good news is that we're joining a team Crush!”

“... We are?” Crush asks, and you start to get worried when you see that she doesn't immediately share your enthusiasm.

“Y-Yeah! It's a Super Hero team! It's got Red Arrow, Super Boy, and-” You try to tell her about it, but she cuts you off.

“I'll pass.” She coldly rejects, picking her nose with her middle finger.

“Didn't see that coming...” Terry mumbles in a sarcastic tone.

“What?! Why?! We'd be on a team together!” You whine, sad puppy-dog eyes beginning to form on your face.

“Look, you're great and all, but I don't play nice with others. My way of doing things wouldn't mesh well with them, I'm sure of it.” Crush responds without hesitating.

This is terrible! You have to convince her to join!

A: “But maybe they could help you look for your mom too! I'm sure of it!”

B: “So? You'd just have to learn to adjust to each other! In fact, don't worry about everyone else because I'll be there!”

C: “Crush come ooooonnnn!! You're the one who got me to come out of my shell the other night and socialize! Now I can return the favor with this team!”

D: “That's the wrong choice... And... Uhm... Terry will tell you why!”

>>3058755
>A: “But maybe they could help you look for your mom too! I'm sure of it!”

>>3058755
>C: “Crush come ooooonnnn!! You're the one who got me to come out of my shell the other night and socialize! Now I can return the favor with this team!”
>
A: “But maybe they could help you look for your mom too! I'm sure of it!”

>>3058755
C: “Crush come ooooonnnn!! You're the one who got me to come out of my shell the other night and socialize! Now I can return the favor with this team!”

>>3058755
>A: “But maybe they could help you look for your mom too! I'm sure of it!”

>>3058755
>C: “Crush come ooooonnnn!! You're the one who got me to come out of my shell the other night and socialize! Now I can return the favor with this team!”

>>3058755
>C: “Crush come ooooonnnn!! You're the one who got me to come out of my shell the other night and socialize! Now I can return the favor with this team!”

>>3058755
>C
>A

You begin to whine again.

“Crush come ooooonnnn!! You're the one who got me to come out of my shell the other night and socialize! Now I can return the favor with this team!”

She sighs, holding her forehead.

“I don't want to be on a team though, kid. I don't think they'd warm up to me either.”

“But maybe they could help you look for your mom too! I'm sure of it!” You theorize, hoping to sway her opinion.

“Of course they would! They're super heroes! Ugh!”

Crush slumps in her seat, racking her brain for an argument.

“... Okay, I'll give it one day, and if I don't kill anyone I'll stick with it.”

“YES!” You raise both of your fists in the air triumphantly.

“Hey, don't celebrate yet. Also wherever they plan on keeping us better have some booze, otherwise I'm out.” Crush halfheartedly warns.

“Pretty sure super heroes don't get a free pass to drink if they're underage.” Terry points out, arching an eyebrow at Crush as he tosses a fry into his mouth.

“Pfff, who's gonna stop me?” Crush smugly chuckles.
“I bet I'd waste every head in that little dweeb club. No offense, Rena.”

“None taken, we both know you couldn't beat me in a fight!” You snicker teasingly.

“Oh yeah?” Crush asks, leaning forward in her seat.

“Hey, knock it off. Don't turn this into another late shift for me. I just got out of the suit...” Terry grumbles, warily watching you two.

“Awh no, I'm gonna grind this snobby brat's nose under my boot!” Crush insists with a playfully vicious look.

“Hah! I'd like to see you try, because pretty sure the score between us is 1-0!” You taunt back.

“But let's see if there's a way to settle this without making Terry angry...”

A: “Let's settle it in a Vidgame! We're at an arcade after all!”

B: “Arm wrestle! Let's do it!”

C: “... So let's go somewhere safe to fight!”

D: “Burger eating contest! Whoever can eat the most without dying wins!”

>>3058824
>B: “Arm wrestle! Let's do it!”

>>3058824
>A: “Let's settle it in a Vidgame! We're at an arcade after all!”

>>3058824
>B: “Arm wrestle! Let's do it!

>>3058824
>B: “Arm wrestle! Let's do it!”
But somewhere safe! Just in case...

>>3058824
>A: “Let's settle it in a Vidgame! We're at an arcade after all!”
Arm wrestle might end up with a broken table

>>3058826
>>3058837
>>3058841
Alright anons! Roll D100!

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>3058848

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>3058848

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>3058848

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3058848

>>3058824
>B

You slam your elbow on the table and hold out your open hand.

“Arm wrestle! Let's do it!”

“Alright!” She confirms with a wry smile, doing the same and clasping your hand in a tight grip.

“I don't think this is such a good idea.” Terry warns, pulling his plate of food closer to himself.

“Quit your bitchin' Batbrain! Just enjoy the gun show!” Crush insults, flexing her arm muscles as you both begin to clash in a tabletop struggle for power!

So far it's dead even, but you can tell you're both holding back in the wrestle. Both of your arm muscles tense and twitch, but neither side has budged at all.

Winning might be tougher than you initially thought, seeing how Crush actually knows a thing or two about conserving strength!

Time to strategize! You want to look super tough in front of Batman!

A: Start to exert yourself! The sooner she goes down, the better!

B: Be patient! Let her make the mistake of using up her strength.

C: Heat up your hand. It might help you win...

D: “Hey Crush, is that your dad behind you?”

>>3058863
>B: Be patient! Let her make the mistake of using up her strength.

>>3058863
>B: Be patient! Let her make the mistake of using up her strength.

>>3058863
>B: Be patient! Let her make the mistake of using up her strength.

>>3058864
>>3058868
Sorry about the delay! Having internet issues, but please feel free to go ahead and roll 1D100!

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>3058875

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>3058875

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>3058875

>>3058875

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>3058875

>>3058863
>B

You play it smart, waiting for her to wear herself out before you finish her once and for all!

She's caught on to you trying to hold back, so she wastes no time suddenly putting all her strength into slamming your hand down!

It almost catches you by surprise, and instantly you're caught in the struggle of resisting her force while conserving your own strength!

Terry is actually watching with intrigue, mindlessly shoving food into his mouth as he watches the two women in front of him grunt and struggle to dominate the other.

He's not alone, as other patrons of the arcade and grill start to pay attention to the match, some of the rowdier ones forming a crowd around the table and trying to provide commentary!

It feels like hours as you try to overcome Crush, you notice a bit more strain in her eyes that convince you it's time to start fighting back!


You waste no time, putting all the might you've held in reserve to turn the tide of the wrestling!

The small crowd starts to cheer, as the long grapple is coming to a dramatic finish with your steady comeback!

With one last squeeze, you give a sudden burst of strength to your pull and slam the back of Crush's hand into the table!


Unfortunately, the table breaks in half from the impact.

Crush falls out of her chair from the sheer force, and everyone surrounding you two jump back in surprise of the sudden destruction.

Your face starts to turn red, looking to Crush, the broken table, the spectators, and finally at Terry.

He's got a small smile on his face, managing to save a handful of fries before his plate fell to the floor.

“Told ya so.” He jabs.

You just let out a nervous laugh.

“I'll uh... I'll pay for the table. Hehe.”


[TO BE CONTINUED]

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Sorry for the wait during those last few posts! My internet started going out for some reason and I spent some of that time waiting to post!

Anyway, I think that does it for this thread! Hope you all enjoyed and are looking forward to more action in the coming threads!

Speaking of which, those will resume some time next week! I'll have to take the rest of the time off for various holiday shenanigans, so I'll have to apologize for putting you wonderful anons through a waiting period.

That said, I hope you all have a wonderful Turkey Day when it comes! Thanks again!

>>3058919
Thanks Mach, really looking forward to the next session.

>>3058919
Thanks for running Mach! Haven't been able to participate in the last few sessions but it's always fun to read.

>>3059054
>>3058920
+1

ffs, Rena really is her father's daughter. A pair of 2 finally followed by a 98.

>>3060014
I came back because I almost forgot to archive the thread, and when I first read this I thought that "a pair of 2" was referring to her boobs. Clearly it's way past my bed time!

what hapened to that reach scientist anyway?
seams to me like she could have made a good costume for rena