All parts linked here. 1420 hours, the Batcave Unlike Batman, Nightwing usually packed light, even when he was planning on a fight. He strapped his rods to his back and was already prepared to go. Cyborg grabbed his shoulder. “Nightwing, you’re sure you want to do this?” “Of course!” “He said he was going to […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XIX"
All parts linked here. 1415 hours, Arkham Asylum The ice was entirely melted now, and the darkened figure inside stood up, boot complete, now wearing full armour. He glanced around, fixating on the one boat that was still intact and present. Exuding quiet menace, he strode towards it. Something serious was about to go down.Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XVIII"
All parts linked here. 1400 hours, a nondescript hotel suite Lunch long concluded, Huntmaster had begun plotting his next move. Neither Bombshell Blonde nor Sync had appeared in his databases, which unnerved him. If nothing else, there should have been at least a historical footnote, but, on the bright side, it meant that the war […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XVII"
All parts linked here. 1315 hours, Arkham Asylum The figure in the pod had nearly thawed entirely. He – it was definitely a he – was both broader and taller than Huntmaster, with visible technological augmentations. As the last of the ice receded, his eyes flickered red. An audible voice from the eyepiece over his left […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XVI"
All parts linked here. 1300 hours, the Batcave A rejuvenated Batman strode towards the central Batcomputer, determination etched into his features. Nightwing smiled up at him, glad to have his mentor back. “Good to see you’re up, Batsy,” Cyborg grinned. Dick simply nodded, then got to business. “With the help of a couple friends […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XV"
So, today’s post is a little bit different than usual. I have yet to finish out Master of the Hunt, but I have been writing some Dungeons and Dragons backstories. This is the introduction of my replacement character. Note: It is a little more violent than the majority of my writing. Damaia looked up from […]Read more "Damaia Rak’Mathorn Introduction"
All parts linked here. 1215 hours, a nondescript hotel suite The microwave dinged, and a pretty young woman retrieved the chicken soup from therein, adding salt and pepper to taste. She might have been drop dead gorgeous, with a little effort. Her hair was a mess of golden and platinum curls, cascading down around her […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XIV"