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| a little ANARCHY.; a post dark knight batman rpg. | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 1 2008, 10:53 PM (135 Views) | |
| once. | Oct 1 2008, 10:53 PM Post #1 |
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 It's a schemer who put you where you are. You were a schemer. You had plans. Look where it got you.[/align] Bang! The bullet shot out from the darkness and collided with the tall man’s chest. He stumbled and held onto the brick wall behind him as he slid down towards the ground. Pain. All he could feel was pain. The tears tasted salty in his mouth and he tried to get back up to face his assassin. Instead, the blood began to fill his lungs and he choked, gasping for precious air. His brain began to shut down and soon, he stopped squirming and became silent. Out of the shadows, a man emerged, smiling, as he made his way over to his victim. After riffling through his coat pocket, the killer took his wallet and left him for the police to find in the morning. I just did what I do best - I took your plan and turned it on itself. Look what I have done to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple bullets. Criminals used to be scared about going out at night - the bat signal warned them ominously in the sky of their punishment if caught. Yet, after the Joker’s currently unsurpassed stunts, the minions of the night began to feel more empowered. The police department’s first priority was to arrest the vigilante known as Batman, not to catch lowly criminals. They had no choice in the matter. People blamed Batman for the lives lost during the Joker’s reign as Gotham’s top criminal. Although there was no evidence to prove the contrary, Gotham’s citizens believed that the Dark Knight killed Harvey Dent, their beloved protector. After his funeral, the public was out for blood. They wanted Batman to pay. Nobody panics when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. Commissioner James Gordon was silent. He knew that he could expose Dent for the criminal he was and save Batman’s reputation, but he also knew that wasn’t an option. If the public trusted their former District Attorney, they would have faith in the newly appointed one, Christopher Corbon. The man was just as against crime was Dent was. Although he would never say it publicly in fear of criticism, Corbon preferred vigilante justice since he knew the police were corrupt. Gotham’s White Knight may have fallen, but his replacement was just as noble. If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds! And so Batman disappeared. Even after the Joker was sentenced to Arkham Asylum, there was no sign of him. In the shadows, the mob bosses laughed triumphantly. They were finally rid of the caped crusader … for now. But they would bask in their regained power and become drunk with it. New criminals began to arise. Mob bosses, thieves, arms dealers, killers, masterminds and even the mentally insane created their own villainous disguises and vowed to surpass the Joker’s feats of terror and destruction. Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. But there wasn’t a vigilante vacuum shortly after Batman vanished. As the bad began to rise, so did the good. Ordinary citizens began to create their own versions of Batman, turning themselves into masked personifications of justice, much to the police department’s and public’s chagrin. They patrolled the streets at night, waiting to strike if a criminal was near. I am an agent of chaos. A new age in Gotham has begun – an age of complete and utter confusion. The future is unknown. Who will fulfill their potential? Who will avenge their past? Who will do their job? Who will step out of the darkness and into the light? Who will break out? Who will strengthen their morals? Who will break them? And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey? Yet, his presence still looms in the air. The dirt reveals his footprints from the night before. Sound betrays his retreating, shadowy form. Batman is not dead. He will wait in the wings for the time when Gotham pleads for their Knight to rescue them from its criminals. It's fair. This is a little anarchy. Edited by once., Oct 1 2008, 10:54 PM.
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