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Post by jedibloo on Jan 18, 2019 2:55:17 GMT -5
Carrie tensed up at what Wicz said but kept gently treating his wound. "Look I get that he's new to mentoring us but this is also our first time out. He could at least cut you some slack."
“Yeah. Well, I’m used to these things despite being sensitive to being with.” Wicz scratches his head and sighed, letting Carrie finished his wound before thanking her for the help. “Plus that, we signed up to for it afterall." He said to the others.
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Post by Mr.Silver on Jan 18, 2019 21:12:34 GMT -5
"You've become much more obvious in your old age, Alfred." Bruce was locked into what he was looking at on the computer, observing the scene of tonight's bust.
"I figured they could use the break. You're not the most pleasant teacher after all."
"I know. Alfred, you know I have to be hard on them. We were all forced into this situation and it couldn't be helped but I will not have them end up like..."
"Yes sir, I know. They're quite mouthy but give them time. They'll come around."
"Mouthy is putting is mildly." Bruce briefly chuckled before switching the screen to different footage. "These will be done soon. At least it will be easier for them to get around Gotham."
"Agreed sir. But for now, please be patient. We'll have them in tip top shape in no time."
"I hope so..."
******
*OINK OINK*
Playing Opera music in the background, Professor Pyg stood over his latest experiment in his make shift lab. The deranged professor has been extremely busy, using his Dollotrons as protection and as retrievers, gathering humans for his sick experiments. The Dollotrons are Professor Pyg's army of robotic mind-controlled people. They wear doll-like dresses and have doll masks permanently attached to their original faces. The masks cannot be removed surgically. The process of creating them involves brain surgery, genital mutilation, and mind-altering drugs. Once the procedure is complete, there is no way to reverse the effects, effectively killing the essence of that person.
"I always wanted to be more diverse in my experiments!" Giggling, the professor stuck his finger in his mouth which appeared to have blood on it. "This tastes rich! I feel like I could run forever!" Pyg squealed. "Whoever this is would make an excellent Dolltron. Perhaps it is time to go hunting." The blood in question is the bit that Wicz spilled. While looking for other humans to experiment on, Professor Pyg was at the scene of the battle after the fight was over and although the police had taken everyone else, the blood stuck out like a sore thumb and thanks to it, Wicz was now on Pyg's hit list.
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Post by jedibloo on Jan 25, 2019 2:16:14 GMT -5
After thanking Carrie for fixing his cut, Wicz lays his head on the posterior side of his hand, annoyed with everything right now. As much as he wants to eat, he's not in the mood to so. Hopefully the next day will give him a better mood without a mention of today. But little did he know, the next day will get even worse.
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Post by Mr.Silver on Feb 7, 2019 23:49:22 GMT -5
The day came and went with both Bruce and the Rangers managing their emotions in their own ways. It was the the next afternoon and Bruce was in his office at Wayne Enterprises, keeping up appearances before nightfall.
*Knock Knock*
"Come in."
Lucius Fox entered the spacious office, placing a folder on Bruce's desk. "Mr. Wayne, here are the specs you were asking for."
"Thank you, Lucius. How's your other project coming?"
"It's almost complete. We should be ready for testing by the end of the week."
"Thank you."
"Is everything all right? I haven't received any of the... usual requests that you send."
"No, I'm just trying something new."
"I see. Well you know where to find me if you need anything."
"I do. Thanks, Lucius." Bruce smiled as his tech expert left the office, leaving the CEO to his own devices.
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Post by venomizer on Feb 12, 2019 3:32:23 GMT -5
Chris was taking his frustration out in the sparring area. He was giving the practice dummy a real beating.
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Post by jedibloo on Feb 13, 2019 3:06:02 GMT -5
The next afternoon, Wicz is slouched on the bench, eating his lunch from Dodo. After he returned to home last night, he skipped his bedtime and focused on his homework for now. By sunrise, he does his morning routine until he found his mom sweeping the floor and everything else stacked into their spots instead of being disarray. It’s not the first time she’s doing it because of her insomnia and PTSD. But on this particular morning, a simple curious question from him lead to his mother taking out her frustration on to him. The Red Ranger took it personally, not knowing why she thinks that way since he helps her a lot recently. But at time like this, he doesn’t feel helpful to his family because of he’s either slacking off afterschool or being under Mr. Wayne’s tutelage.
Sighing through his nose, Wicz had his earbuds in place, his empty containers placed inside Dodo, and waiting for the time to go by so he could be free. Eventually, his thoughts ran back to his day in school so far. His classes went well for the most part sans his issue with dependency. As for the others, he hasn’t seen them much. Even if he did, they’ll probably have something else in their minds. The red Ranger meant well when he said about Bruce in a new mentor transition and frankly, they don’t understand where he’s coming from. Eventually he lowered his head on the table, clutches Dodo tightly as he waits.
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Post by mariescott on Feb 14, 2019 17:08:21 GMT -5
Carrie went on a long run to clear her head. She was still mad at Bruce for his treatment of Wicz.
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Post by Mr.Silver on Feb 17, 2019 14:40:06 GMT -5
After a somewhat lengthy search, the Dollotrons were lurking in the shadows, closing in on their prey. Unfortunately for Wicz and his family, they were unable to distinguish between his blood and that of family members. It was about to get dark soon and in the cover of night, Pyg's heinous creations were prepared to strike and carry out their master's will.
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Post by jedibloo on Feb 18, 2019 3:23:20 GMT -5
As the day passes by, Wicz enters his apartment, quietly passes his mother since he’s not in the mood to talk, and went to his room. After eating his lunch, he left to downtown for his usual exploration. It’s the only way to clear his head, or at least he attempts to. Once inside, the Red Ranger tells himself to breathe, that everyone’s words isn't purposely designed to mess him over. He’s trying not to think, trying not to wonder why he signed up working for Batman, if he’s better off in the sidelines instead of leading his team like he’s suppose to, or even being Chris and Carrie’s friend. Because if they're true, then who is Wicz? Wicz tells himself not to stress out, that he'll figure this out after he's feeling a little more settled. He's been trying his best to keep his emotions in check but it's hard. And he tells himself to forget it, that none of that matters, that his life goes back to normal, that he's not in the Gotham museum, there's no Jokerz trying to end him.
Next thing he knows he's not actually hyperventilating but it feels like he is. Wicz takes shallow breaths through his nose, his eyes burned and the teenager didn’t hold back the tears. He stumbled back, collapsed at the foot of his bed, head hitting the mattress as he bit his hand, stopping himself from wailing loudly as blood begins to flow. Because for a second he thinks his head could explode, just burst with too many thoughts and emotions and pent-up memories. All he could do is weep silently.
A while after his breakdown, Wicz opens his eyes, checks his surroundings, and breathes a sigh of relief. He feels safe to know that he’s in his room, no one witness him in his state except his imaginary friends, who are worried. At least he knows they’re the only beings in his life who treats him with love and respect. Thinking quickly, the Red Ranger has made his decision. He packs a few clothes, his video games, his books, and his phone and iPod touch into his backpack. Then he notice an action figure next to his morpher. It is a Robin toy he carried since he was younger. He admires him greatly and he sometimes wonder what became of this boy of wonder. Impulsively, he puts his toy and his morpher inside Dodo, zipping it up. Once he's packed, he leaves a note under his door so it's easier to find. Then, he opens the window to jump outside, climbing down with the ladder next to him before dusting himself. Calculating his escape accordingly, Wicz stealthily leaves his once called home, away from everything he deemed as his responsibilities on a cold night.
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Post by Mr.Silver on Feb 28, 2019 22:46:20 GMT -5
Wicz had very interesting timing. As he left his home, Pyg's Dollotrons were closing in. The mindless beings were near Wicz's home in an effort to locate the blood sample provided to them by Professor Pyg himself. Without Wicz there, anyone currently in the home is about to find themselves in grave danger.
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Post by venomizer on Mar 1, 2019 11:07:43 GMT -5
Chris finishes up the heavy bag and goes to the monitors that Bruce uses to monitor the city.
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Post by jedibloo on Mar 4, 2019 4:41:49 GMT -5
Wicz had very interesting timing. As he left his home, Pyg's Dollotrons were closing in. The mindless beings were near Wicz's home in an effort to locate the blood sample provided to them by Professor Pyg himself. Without Wicz there, anyone currently in the home is about to find themselves in grave danger.
Mrs. Mientkiewicz is worry about her son lately. Ever since the museum incident, her son became more withdrawn than usual and this hasn’t had to do with missing his father. Rather, it’s something else. Call it maternal instinct but she felt like she needed to check on him. She tries to knock on her son’s door, but no response. It wasn’t until she stepped on a piece of paper that her worse fears came true. There’s no necessity to read the letter anyway because now she has to look for her boy. Heading to the living room, she dials the police department to file a missing persons report, which sadly her call will soon be interrupted as Pyg's Dolltrons are by her house.
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Post by Mr.Silver on Mar 9, 2019 10:22:20 GMT -5
Mrs. Mientkiewicz is worry about her son lately. Ever since the museum incident, her son became more withdrawn than usual and this hasn’t had to do with missing his father. Rather, it’s something else. Call it maternal instinct but she felt like she needed to check on him. She tries to knock on her son’s door, but no response. It wasn’t until she stepped on a piece of paper that her worse fears came true. There’s no necessity to read the letter anyway because now she has to look for her boy. Heading to the living room, she dials the police department to file a missing persons report, which sadly her call will soon be interrupted as Pyg's Dolltrons are by her house.
Approaching from behind, one of Pyg's Dollotrons closed in on Wicz's mother, grabbing and ripping the phone away from her while another Dollotron ripped the phone away before the woman could file her desired report.
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Post by jedibloo on Mar 10, 2019 1:26:06 GMT -5
Approaching from behind, one of Pyg's Dollotrons closed in on Wicz's mother, grabbing and ripping the phone away from her while another Dollotron ripped the phone away before the woman could file her desired report.
Mrs. Mientkiewicz turns around to see the Dolltrons ripping her phone apart. Moving against the wall, she looks for a solution to escape. She tries to throw the fine china at the them in order to distract them but it didn't work as they eventually got her surrounded. Overwhelmed with fear, she fainted on the floor, making it easier for the Dolltrons to take her away to Professor Pyg.
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Post by Mr.Silver on Mar 12, 2019 19:45:22 GMT -5
After Wicz's mother fainted, the Dollotrons briefly looked at each other before picking up the defenseless woman and whisking her away to Pyg's lab where she would become one of the criminal's experiments.
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As the day transitioned into night, Bruce made his to the Batcave after a day of rubbing elbows with corporate stooges at Wayne Enterprises.
"Someone's keeping busy." Bruce took notice of Chris who was at the monitors that he normally sits in front of.
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