Post by James Gordon on Jul 2, 2011 1:11:21 GMT -5
Gotham was a city that never slept and Gordon had gotten used to that in his years of servitude. His solution was coffee, but recently the city that never slept was becoming a city of even more dark madness and depravity. Criminals of more danger than the mobsters, gangs, and corrupt officials he'd faced were being rumored to. It was like the shadows of the city were being given life.
Those existences were causing disruptions in all areas of Gotham. They bred hysteria, they bred fear, but never had Gordon seen or heard of such a sight as the one he had just been called to. Gotham Center Mall was in the stages of the a riot. Hundreds of people panicking at the unseen, even the call that had come into the station was hysterical and hardly able to be discerned. It had taken time, time Gordon had approved of losing. Who knew what was going on.
The siren in his ear as he slammed his foot to the gas of the police cruiser made his heart race, but instead of hot blood coursing through his veins, it may have well as been liquid nitrate, he couldn't seem to get warm.
What had happened in the place? It wasn't normal, a mob breaking out for no reason, no logic could explain it.
Post by Jonathan Crane on Jul 2, 2011 1:30:04 GMT -5
It took Jonathan a few weeks to craft the amount of toxin that was needed to render the entire mall into mass hysteria.
Three long weeks had paid off with more than just the possible looting that he could have done if he was based off avarice.
But this was the first step towards revenge. He cared not for cash as he loomed across the cat walks of the top of the mall. He wore his black a white garb that had become more than just a costume to him now, it was ingrained into his persona, even if he did not have the mask on he was now still in the mind set.
His fingerless gloved hands gripped the railing as he watched in absolute delight as it was nothing short of pure hysteria.
If he was any one else he might have danced along the cat walks during the first moments of the terror that was over taking the people below him.
No one was safe from it, even he was wearing a gas mask under his ghoulishly stitched burlap mask. Scarecrow wasn't taking any chances.
Miles away and from a concealed distance, the Batman spies through binoculars at the Iceberg Lounge. Mainly at it's owner, Oswald Cobblepot. Searching for the Joker had given Batman a secondary task. Apparently Oswald had been hiring some muscle from both Thorpe and Falcone...supposedly trying to shoehorn his way into the Gotham underworld by distributing drugs. Trafficking them through stuffed penguins.
For a time the Batman sat within the shadows observing the squat and freakish profile. The hair slicked back on his squat fat face, the nose extremely long and pointed. He looked more alike with Tweedledee or Tweedledum in all reality, but one couldn't help how he or she was developed within his ( or her) mother's womb.
His surname, Cobblepot; Potential British roots. Oswald held the appearance of being born in the upper class and obviously made no distinctions to hide it. The wind had increased and it had started raining.
The Batman wanted proof that Oswald was dirty. However it may not prove to be tonight. Oswald was sitting at his desk in his corner office talking to two people that the Batman had never seen before. They both handed Cobblepot papers, to which he signed and returned.
'Liquor licensees.' He speculated. 'To keep his lounge legitimate.'
Suddenly, in his earpiece. Alfred spoke.
"Apologies Master Bruce, but there seems to be a spot of bother at Gotham Square Mall."
"What's going on?"
"People seem to be breaking out in mass hysterics."
The Batman frowned. Guessing that Cobblepot would remain at the Iceberg for tonight.
He could wait.
"I'm on it." He replied, gliding down towards the batmobile and speeding towards the mall.
Post by James Gordon on Jul 3, 2011 1:54:29 GMT -5
He headed the line of police units that raced towards the location. He felt a lick of hysteria, but military training and determination allowed him to squelch it, it didn't make him crave any less for his pipe, but now wasn't the time for the zing of his tobacco. He took a deep breath and like a snake's head, turning down the exit, followed by a few other cars as well as a SWAT team. There was no telling what was going on.
Their sirens were loud in the night, cars parting before them like a sea. They were soon in the parking lot, skidding to a halt in front of the mall. Gordon exited his car quickly and gestured for the men to spread out. He could hear the shrieks rising into the night even as his men moved to enter, donning their riot gear.
Post by Jonathan Crane on Jul 3, 2011 13:36:24 GMT -5
the Scarecrow continued to traverse the catwalk above the chaos that was erupting below his feet an through the entirety of the building. He leaned over the railing keeping track in his mind of the number of reactions he was seeing.
If only he could see what they were seeing, If he could see the things that crept from the darkest corners of the human mind entrapping them within terrors that only the complexity of the mind's imagination could summon.
Crane paused when he heard the faint cry of sirens, it was the perfect chance to see what would happen when fresh oxygen was introduced along with un contaminated minds. He turned around to watch the doors from his higher point. Eager to see the results.
Post by Bruce Wayne on Jul 5, 2011 11:47:36 GMT -5
With the GCPD arriving, the Batman calculated odds at arriving at Gotham Square Mall before they formed a perimeter. Deciding that it was going to be a close call, Batman parked the batmobile in an alleyway nearest to the mall and then used the rooftops to enter the mall unseen.
Picking a lock on a door that gained rooftop access then quickly descending down a flight of steps. The Batman was soon upon the catwalks, observing the scene. People either running in full panic of something unknown, or laying on the floor lain in a fetal position too terrified to move.
As the Batman pressed onwards, he began to feel strange. A sickly feeling beginning at his stomach, then traveling through his head. Then another feeling hit him all at once as the images of bats began to encircle and outright attack the Batman.
This was definitely something the Batman wasn't prepared for. However he decided to press on and find the source than retreat. Swiping at imaginary bats as he continued to travel the catwalk.
Post by James Gordon on Jul 5, 2011 23:14:55 GMT -5
The SWAT teams entered first, tear gas and shields at the ready. As they smashed into glass and quickly entered, Gordon could hear the screams raise in volume and then it was the silence that fell before a tornado struck. One moment everything was going according to protocol; the police in their gear were following the SWAT and then everything became hellish.
The SWAT teams ran from the building, their own yells adding to the volume. Some immediately fell to ground, muttering, twitching, shrieking. Others were attacking one another and the police. Yet others were running from their fellow team members and the chaotic, fear-intoxicated horde that poured out of the mall. Gordon found awestruck for a moment in a fear that wasn't caused by whatever had happened to these people, but by the fact that quite suddenly, his life was literally in danger. He sprang into immediate action. Doing nothing and just standing there would get him killed.
James cursed under his breath and dove back into his car. He turned on the locks and lied sprawled across the front seats, gearshift, shotgun rack, and the two guns housed in said rack, digging into the middle of his back as the cruiser began to rock and the demented, crazed faces of citizen and officer alike stared back at ghastly, the noise deafening.