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*August 21st,2017-
-It was a damned dark night in my city, a hurricane had hit last night. Its slowly receding to the ocean but we've had many Casualities already but I've no time to weep for those lost last night. I've got a serious case east of here....In Jersey....the Infamous Gotham City. A slew of Murders across the entire City has summoned my expertise to the field again. Commissioner Gordon had called me for the Help. Sometimes I wish I didn't wake up. End Journal,12:30 AM*

(Okay y'all I'm doing the Role Call Now)

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(Who are we missing?)

(That onion bro and Michelle Hart I think is their names)

(are we starting or still waiting?)

(Also wondering if we are starting)

(I will be posting in a bit. Last I checked he gave them two days to check in and that was over two days ago. So I think it is fair to start without them and leave the topic open for a couple others to join in later on.)

Bear threw his lab coat onto the rack at his luxury apartment located in Arkham-Hills Place. Of Wayne Enterprises, one thing was certain, they took care of their people. He'd been working there for a month and getting to know his colleagues. Mostly Hugo Strange, a nice young man with a brilliant mind! A grasp of the human genome like no other.

He invaded his closet and selected something far more dressy than what he'd worn into the lab that day. This was the first weekend he'd had off since the official acceptance of his position. Well - not technically off. Actually, he had to show up to a party being hosted by Mr. Wayne. As the newest member of his team, he personally asked him to come to the party. In his words exactly, 'I know you aren't from Gotham and I want to make the transition for you as positive an experience as possible. There are a lot of wonderful people who come to my home when invited, people from all over the city. It's a great chance to meet some new friends. Doctor Thibideau. Truthfully, Gotham is only a great city, when you are surrounded by great people." And after a shoulder squeeze of camaraderie, Wayne left his sight. Man, that guy knew how to make a person feel valued. Not bad for a man who inherited his father's business.

After showering, Bear made his way to the mirror. Perhaps Bruce had made a good suggestion. Afterall, Bear had a habit of making himself the outcast in the novel of his own life. Given the right circumstances, he believed that perhaps he had a chance not to be that disliked nerd here in Gotham. "You could be something new." He said to himself, staring in the mirror as he fussed over his hair. With a dash of cologne, Doctor Thibideau stepped out of his apartment and made his way onto the streets of Gotham.

When Bear arrived to the neighborhood a Red and black Lamborghini pulled up next to him. The window rolled down and revealed a black figure wearing a white tuxedo. "Get in Bear." The figure requested. "The Party's waiting on you." He suggested.

Bear nodded, a bit confused. "The whole party? On me?" He chuckled with surprise. "That's a first." He looked to the left, then the right, studying the dark streets of Gotham City. He then offered a friendly smile to the driver, "Well, when in Gotham - as they say - am I right?" He slipped into the car, chuckling a bit in slight nervousness.

He looked over at the black man, , "So how long have you worked for Mr. Wayne? Nice guy, don't you think?"

"Charming..." he chuckled when he started the car again the light revealed the man to be Bruce Wayne himself. "Bear I think you've earned yourself a bonus." He laughed. He raced down to the Party and gave the keys to a smiling Valet. The party went on for hours. Bear and Bruce had become quick friends over the few hours. (Others can be in here now but if you're Infamous you'll have to be incognito and interact with others.)

Parties, she didn't much like attending them. Though she did get to meet new people and that was nice. She didn't get a choice in coming here anyhow being as her parents had only recently inherited her grandfathers company which was based here in gothem. Apparently this was their welcome to the neighborhood. Who knew you could get as much money as they did from a software company?

She smiled as she engaged in a particular conversation about recent happenings in the city, though she only listened with minimal interest.

(I got permission from red hood.)

Sangris, he was on the far side of town. What he was doing? Certainly not good, and definitely not legal. But what did he care? A detective, there was a slew of murders, and a few were by his hands, but not all were him. Just the ones who were there. The ones who did nothing to stop him. Whatever. I could care less about him. That was half true. He was wishy washy. Sometimes he was with justice, sometimes, he was his won justice. It all depended on what side you were on. Or...if you were behind the gun, or standing in front of it. Just the name the streets of Gotham had named him. Of course, he was curious who the other murderer was. It felt like for every one Sangris killed, the other did three. No one knew who he was. They knew that there was him, and another, but no him. Not his face. Not his name. SO the streets gave him one.

Sin. Because that's all he did. Sin. In fact, he was doing it now. The man he was staring at was cowering in fear, holding his hands up in defense, like that would save his weak, pitiful life. Which was amusing, just a few moments ago he was acting so high and mighty, all because he had a gun in his hands.

Sangris scoffed. Raising a hand, he brought it up to his mouth, and chomped into the flesh, skin tearing, blood dripping down. The man stared in shock and confusion, before he squeezed the blood out of his hand, and curled it into a fist. The man watched the red fall before he gasped, and his body started to shake. With a quick flick of the wrist, a disgusting crack was heard, and he went limp.

The demon shook the blood from his hand, wound already healing. His cowl was up, face was covered, and he left the alleyway, no one knowing what had happened.

*ding* *ding* Bruce stood up and walked to the penthouse balcony to make a toast. "Excuse me everyone...I'd like to make a toast...to a new best friend, a colleague, and a great help...Mr. Thibideau. I know we hardly know each other but I just want you to know that....." he stops speaking and starts to wobble around. He stumbles forward and starts gargling....he couldn't breathe,his face was turning a pale color and his veins were visible now.

He walked forward and was shot by an unknown assassin 3 times in the head...the sight wasn't pretty....brain matter and blood everywhere....I guess he did have brains.

He toppled over the balcony and landed into the pool face first....or gapping hole first. There was immediate panic and anarchy Insued. Many Valet drivers came out with batman villain masks on and started shooting into the crowds. Where was Batman? the poor people thought! Sadly he was killed only seconds before in front of them...how Ironic, the man that stopped them from being killed was killed. The police were not to able to hear of the news because of its great altitude and isolation from the bigger city. Plus Most power lines were under constrcution...maybe this was planned? Nobody knows.
The "Valets" took several Hostages and hid them all over the place. Stephanie and Bear were left together on the balcony unguarded, where Bruce was murdered.