DC Beyond

Mannerly Wayne Stator

Oh, so this was a professional. Able to take on two mundanes (well, a mundane and whatever weird shadow stuff the other girl was doing) and a dog with nary a scratch... Alright, fine, Cassandra repeated in her head as she got up from that hit in the leg from the thrown bat, let's play.

"Tell me! Teeeeeell me!"

A new ferocity to the charge, if this assailant was able to shake off a bite then the daggers would probably not be too much of an issue if they caught a cut. Now, of course there was one way to easily tip this fight in the Cassies (plural) favor, but the Nightingale wasn't in a situation to do it herself, she hoped her clue wouldn't give the game away.

"Hired gun! Hired gun! Who bought you!? Who bought you!?"

Cassie || Manorly State Wayne || Fuck

The thought occurs to them, as a hand grabs their bat, that she might’ve underestimated their opponent a little. "Fuck," she says - the quiet, resigned fuck of someone who knows this isn't going to end well for them. A wince in apology as the bat is thrown at the other Cassie, as she reaches down into a shadow to pull out - fuck!

As they're grabbed and thrown, Cassie pulls herself in, disappearing into the shadow on the wall before she can truly hit it, and she falls through the shadows for a moment, grabbing a knife on her way through. It's a basic kitchen knife (they miss their baseball bat) and they emerge -

Above Amity, from the roof, carrying all the momentum of the throw with them, aiming to just - land on her, and maybe, if the shadows are right, drag her down into the shadows with them.

Wayne Powers - Loading Bay

The chemicals quickly caught flame, trailing back to their trucks as well. While most vehicles in Neo-Gotham ran on electric, there was no concern over the trucks going up from fuel... the gas canisters inside those trucks however? Carrying the toxic chemical solutions that were being delivered to Wayne-Powers?

It didn't take much, the first one went up and the guards started to scatter, the DK Enforcers following close behind. The Street Cleaner itself barely missed the loading bay and crashed into some water pipes leading into the bay itself. Exploding as the high energy batteries and anti-grav units went out.

Chaos, chaos was in reign. And things were only going to get worse as the sounds of Police Sirens in the distance were heard.

Amity would quickly learn to regret ignoring Bruce himself as he closed the distance, gripped his cane tight, and gave a solid swing right at her stomach. A solid promethium cane versus the body armor she wore, Bruce was counting on it imparting at least some kinetic force past that.

He still had strength left in his old body, the heart condition was a bit too complicated for modern medicine to fix but even at 67 and crippled in his right leg he could be a force to contend with.

Edited by EchoingSilence on Apr 4th 2024 at 9:28:46 AM

Harley, Hospital

Whew! Harley wasn't sure what in the name of Dracula that was supposed to be, but she was glad it was over. She needed to get home, change her clothes, take a shower... waitaminute, her clothes! Where where Laurie's clothes?! Harley had her clothes but what about Laurie's clothes? She couldn't waltz into the Heaven Eleven as Harley! It'd be fun, sure, but she wasn't that stupid.

"That's sweet toots, but don't sweat it. Harley Warley's good as barley! Wonder what goes with barley..."

She began to stretch, proudly displaying her flexibility. She was slender and lithe, twisting and contorting with ease. She hadn't been to school in years, but she never stopped training. Maybe now it was paying off.

Suddenly she winced. She held her ribs, cursing as she grunted in pain. Everything was so crazy she barely noticed, but the adrenaline was wearing off. It was the last thing she wanted, but she wouldn't get far without a doctor.

"...second thought, maybe a quack's not so whack. Got anyone off the books...?"

Edited by kkhohoho on Mar 28th 2024 at 8:55:17 AM

King Lear, Loading Bay

Lear chuckled menacingly as the flames spread and chaos ensued. This was perfect! If this didn't get Batman's attention, he wasn't sure what would. There was only one problem...it was getting increasingly more dangerous to stay where he was, especially with the sound of sirens indicating that the cops were soon to arrive on the scene. Between them and the flames, simply sitting where he was and waiting for the Batman to show up would surely result in an unpleasant fate. But if he didn't wait, he might miss his chance! It was quite a catch 22, to be sure. His grin quickly faded away to a grimace as he tried to decide what to do. He decided it was best to stand his ground and wait, despite the heat and the risk. It surely wouldn't be long before the Bat showed up again, He held his cloak close to him, looking all around for the familiar figure.

Wayne's Stately Manor

Once again, Amity cursed. She managed to twist so that Wayne's blow landed on her better-armored side rather than her stomach, but it still hurt and knocked her back a step since she'd been preparing to fend off the weird masked girl. Still able to block most of the knife swings, but Wayne's damnable distraction meant that the edges got dangerously close to her face, and her hands grew some new scars.

In a knife fight, someone's getting cut. It's just a fact.

Deciding to again go on the offensive, Amity danced forward, her hands flickering out with jabs and hooks. Hopefully, she would push the birdgirl back, get some solid hits, make her drop the knives, and then drive her to the ground. Then we'll make her stop that damnable noise. Aloud, she said, "No one hired me. I just wanted to check on Mr. Wayne and found you two breaking into his house. I'm just doing my job!" Amity kept a straight face as she spoke, but there was a slight flicker in her eyes if you looked closely. No jury would buy it as evidence, but those who knew it was as good as a smirk and saying I don't care if you believe me.

Two more shallow cuts and Amity was just beginning to lose her temper. Then the other girl landed on her from the ceiling and knocked her down.

Wayne-Powers Building, Several Floors Above The Exploding Loading Bay

Before Slade could take stock of what happened in the aftermath of his latest attack, a brief crackle of static brought his attention to his radio.

Well, Fake Bat #1, this will have to wait for another night, Deathstroke mused as he rose from laying with his sniper rifle and backed away toward the ruined wall behind him.

"Copy that," he uttered into his radio as he exited the room altogether.

There was nothing wrong with warming up his leg muscles a bit, so as he sprinted down the hallway to the stairs, he contemplated which of his weapons and tools he might need in order to take down Fake Bat #2. His trusty extendable bo-staff would do wonders deflecting any batarangs, not to mention its ability to project energy blasts at range. An electrified bola to tie the neophyte in case he tried to flee. And one of his little tracking and listening bugs. Yes, although Deathstroke was armed to the teeth with numerous other weapons, that should be all he would need to take down a mere fledgling vigilante. Hell, he might not even need the staff.

Oh yes, he thought to himself as he vaulted over the stairwell railing and dropped toward the lower levels, This is going to be fun.

Wayne-Powers Building, Lower Level Labs

After closing the door to the stairs without so much as a squeak of hinges, Slade crept silently down the hallway toward where he could hear Powers and Fixx talking in one of the facility's sprawling laboratories, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for any specimens of Chiroptera Homininae along the way.

Solid-State Wayne Manor

With no-one following the hint but the assailant down, the Nightingale took initiative on it. She backed off, darting for the dropped handgun to swipe it up in one fluid motion.

Mag out, that goes in a pocket. Rack the slide to discard whatever was loaded. Keep fingers off the trigger, keep it pointed away from anyone but held enough to be shown. A threat to the assailant.

"Gotcha gun! Now talk-talk?"

Carpenter, Hospital

Recognizing Harley's grunt as one of pain, and knowing that the girl did in fact need some kind of medical attention, Jasmine nodded and offered Harley her hand.

"I know people. And lucky for us, they work this shift. Come on." Jasmine told her, leading Harley inside and lowering her voice.

"Let me do the talking. I've been in here a time or two after a few jobs went a little off the rails, so they recognize me."

Thorned Rose - Waltzing into the Lab - Entering the Wayne-Powers' Interior Labs

Rose was not spared from the second Harley Quinn's pathokinetic impact. In fact, until she managed to recover from it, she aimlessly wandered through the Wayne-Powers building in a near-perptual state of confusion. She kept bumping into walls and even a worker once or twice. Later, when she recovered from the confusion, Rose had to stop herself and rest to clear her mind up.

"Ah, I can sense a headache incoming," She complained to herself.

After a minute-long rest, Rose got back onto her feet and continued her path to find Derek Powers. She traversed through the building and eventually snuck her way into the Interior Labs after beating up a couple guards and stealing their key.

There, she found her target, Powers himself, and his companion, Mr. Fixx. She didn't recognize the latter but as he's working for Powers, he's a threat to nature that Rose shall deal with.

It seems that they haven't found her yet, which was pleasant news. Now her entrance will be a sincere surprise.

"Are you sure?" Rose laughed, hoping to get the men's attention. Noticing that Fixx has his gaunlets on, Rose threw a seed to his direction, hoping that it would bury itself in the floor and the vine that'll sprout from it will keep him tangled.

"It is I, the Thorned Rose, sworn defender of all nature! Derek Powers, I sentence you guilty of your crimes against the environment with the ridiculously excessive pollution you willingly contributed to. And oh, I'm not just the judge, but I am the executor as well."

With a swing of her arm, sharp thorns manifested through her skin and Rose lunges at Powers, intending to strike him down.

Edited by Cutegirl920fire on Apr 3rd 2024 at 8:42:57 AM

Fixx intervened quickly, his gauntlets igniting in flame as he stepped between Thorned Rose and Derek Powers. "Oh my, a bit forceful aren't we?"

He threw a punch, the red hot glow from the flames making clear his intent.

Powers himself took the chance to start sprinting. "Fixx! Keep her off as long as you can! At least until security can handle this!"

Powers picked up his phone and connected to one of his contracted killers. "You're supposed to be the best, well I need protection, now!"

He didn't even know that the new Batman was following him from the shadows.

King Lear would find himself soon faced with generic security goons, as well as a few Dark Knight Enforcers as well. "What are you doing, the place is going up, we need to get going now!"

Another Enforcer came up carrying fire gear. "We need to get this place shut down, Gotham First Response is on their way!"

The buyers stood out on the docks, the guards wearing heavy black and grey uniforms with concealing masks and glowing green goggles. They were from a foreign nation far off in Eastern Europe. The fall of the Union back in the 20th century had left a lot of nations thoroughly changed, though one had wanted to keep up with the ideals that they had been taught. This was the nation of Kaznia, the Minister of Commerce, Vilmos Egans stood staring out at the water, smoking a cigar.

He had arrived in Gotham earlier that week, to meet with Wayne-Powers about building factories in his home nation... of course that was a front to see what new weapon Derek Powers had his research team develop for handling pesky dissidents and revolutionaries. What he had seen had thoroughly disgusted him... and yet he wanted it.

He wanted it enough he didn't want to pay Powers for it. He just needed the chemicals and the Kaznian military could remake it, supposedly.

Thorned Rose - Wayne Powers Interior Lab - Kaboom?

This wasn't as easy as Rose thought, since Dr. Fixx stepped in and swung his flaming fist at her, letting Powers flee. Out of everything he could've thrown at her, why fire? Argh, that's her greatest weakness as even a spark of flames can potentially set her entire body ablaze. What else did you expect from a plant person?

As soon as it registered in her brain, Rose dodged the punch, feeling its threatening heat. Unfortunately, a flicker from his burning gauntlet caught onto her shoulder. The agonizing burn prompted Rose to drop down and roll to take the newborn flame out. When she rose up and inspected her shoulder, what would've been a mild first degree burn on the average human left a grisly wound on her floral flesh. The pain sizzled and Rose wondered if thorns could even protrude from that area ever again. As she has a fight to deal with and a corrupt executive to get rid of, she'll have to endure the pain and treat her wound later.

Now, how to deal with Fixx? Admittedly, Rose should've spent more time thinking up a countermeasure for pyrokinetics, but a bright idea appeared in her head.

As the laymen would've known, plants are inflammable, but what they might not be aware of is that some species of plants are more vulnerable to fire than others. What if she planted an extra inflammable plant in front of Fixx, who'll take his blazing punch and it'll blow up in his face? Now, from the perspective of an eco-terrorist who valued plant life over anything else, this sounded morally dubious as it required willingly sacrificing a plant. However, she needed a solution to deal with Fixx before she became ashes and if she combust, who would be there to protect nature? Thus, it was a necessary sacrifice Rose will have to commit.

Rose hastily searched through her containers to find seeds whose species fit that criteria, recognizing which is which by texture and instinct. Plants that contain aromatic oils, resins, waxes, gummy sap or any combination of those are the best at igniting.

Bamboo, rosemary, Japanese honeysuckle… Ah ha!

In her hands are the seeds of Dictamnus albus, known by the common name of gas plant. During hot summers, the gas plant produces a lemon-smelling oily substance that covers its tissues. If either exposed to high air temperatures or the match of a flame on a scorching day, the oils on the gas plant will ignite in a flash. The best thing is that the oil burns off so fast to the point the plant comes out relatively unscathed and grows on like normal, completely ignoring the fact that it was caught in an inferno beforehand, so the plant wouldn't be too harmed by Fixx's punches.

Despite the lab not having the right temperature for the gas plant to self-combust, Rose is fairly confident that the heat from Fixx's fists would be enough to set it off. Now, she'll have to be careful to not get caught in the blast herself. With her plan in action, Rose rolled backwards, teasingly motioning at Fixx to come at her whilst throwing the gas plant seeds towards his direction. The seeds dug through the floor and the bushy gas plants sprouted, showing off their pinkish blossoms that marked them as targets.

Rose then began chasing Powers, preparing to aim her thorns at him while hoping that Fixx falls for her gambit.

Edited by Cutegirl920fire on Apr 4th 2024 at 8:57:34 AM

Harley, Hospital

She wasn't in a position to argue. She followed Carpenter in, holding her ribs as she winced.

Tch! Lousy stinkin' t-rex! Thought they went down with the dodo..."

Edited by kkhohoho on Apr 6th 2024 at 9:28:25 AM

Fixx threw another firey punch as the plants grew, and was caught in a sudden flash explosion. It sent him flying back, he was still alive, for now. Distracted as he was he got up and saw Rose chasing after Derek Powers. He dug into a holster and pulled a small laser pistol, a holdout weapon, not very useful against armored targets but for this... More than enough.

He pulled the trigger, hoping to at least strike her so the hired help could get in.

Wayne-Powers Labs

As Rose chased after her quarry, she would pass under a series of lights that had been left malfunctioning by the blast that had shaken the building, sputtering as they attempted to illuminate the floor beneath.

Bzzzt!

Darkness.

Bzzzzzt... Bzzzzzt... Bzzt!

Light. An empty, illuminated space between her and Powers. Nothing in her way.

Bzzzt!

Darkness. A slight movement of air.

Bzzzzzt... Bzzzzzt... Bzzt!

Light. There was... a presence behind her.

"Hello there, child," Deathstroke greeted coldly and casually. "Isley's daughter, are you? Out of respect for your mother, I might let you live if you give up chasing Powers... I need him alive, or else I don't get paid, you see. What do you say?"

A long staff of promethium metal was drawn from his back into his ready hand, but he made no move just yet. With his superhuman agility, he could afford to wait and let her stew in it for however long it took her to decide, and even if she continued the chase, he could easily catch up. Rose could probably tell just from his looks that her bodily thorns would sadly be useless against this new opponent, who was outfitted in armor that they couldn't penetrate.

Thorned Rose - Wayne Powers Interior Lab - A Necessary Retreat

Rose was getting closer and closer to catching up with Power. As she chased him, malfunctioning lights flickered above her and heard some faint buzzing but she thought nothing of either.

Unfortunately Fizz survived the gas plant's explosion and thus was still on her trail. He fired his pistol and as Rose wasn't expecting him to be still standing, by the time she heard the gunshot it was too late for her to dodge the literal bullet. It pierced through the upper pectoralis major and Rose fell onto the floor.

"Gah!"

Dark green blood bled out from her chest and Rose placed her hand on it to apply pressure in an attempt to stop it. The bullet was dangerously close to hitting her lung - or even might've struck through a bit of it - and Rose coughed up some blood. She'll have to stop chasing Powers and retreat if she wants any chance of survival.

Then, she sensed someone behind her and looked over her shoulder to find an armored man drawing out a metal staff from his back.

Whoever this man is, it seems that the mystery man knows who Rose's plant mother is. Looking at the color and design of the armor, Rose could've sworn that she might've heard about the man from both of her mothers but she can't perfectly recall his identity at the moment.

"Why yes, I am her daughter," She scoffed casually, acknowledging one sentence of his at a time.

The thought of sparing Powers was abhorrent; letting him live would mean letting him continue his crimes against nature.

But, she does need to retreat. She'll have to deal with Powers another time. Plus, considering that the man said he won't be paid if Powers turned up dead, perhaps whoever's sponsoring him does want to inflict karmic justice themselves onto that bastard. That and with her thorns helpless against her armor, Rose struggled to think up of a plant on her that could penetrate through it. She hates to admit that defeat from a mere human is possible but with her life on the line, she'll have to be upfront about it.

She shot the armored man a glare, prepared to give her answer.

"I was thinking of giving up the chase to begin with as one of Powers' men is still out against me. I tried getting rid of him but considering that I just got shot, I assume that he's very much alive. Now, if you help me escape, treat my wounds and let me know if Powers is getting punished for the excessive pollution he causes… I will consider lending my talent to whatever endeavor you plan to do as long as it does not damage the environment in the process."

Making a deal with a human? Rose gritted her teeth at the concept of actively assisting one and that last sentence was begrudgingly added on. But, she figured that she should be at least of some use to the man and offer a deal with him, which in the long run would theoretically benefit her someway or another.

Edited by Cutegirl920fire on Apr 8th 2024 at 2:27:46 AM

Scarecrow - Gotham Harbor

Vilmos and his guards would see Scarecrow flying towards them at a moderate pace, holding a canister in both hands to make it clear who he was and that they shouldn't fire on him. Scarecrow had found a first aid kit in the stolen car, which was now ditched on the side of a road a mile or so from the harbor, and used it to clean and bandage the bite on his arm. Before taking off, he did some quick repairs to his jetpack; there was still a hole from where Vincent had stabbed it, but the internal systems had been patched up enough that both thrusters were working now, albeit not at full power. At the very least, he wouldn't need a car to get around anymore.

Gently landing on the ground, Scarecrow set down the canister in his hands as he looked around at all the guards. Then, he faced their leader.

"I take it you're the buyer, yes?" Scarecrow asked Vilmos.

Cassie || Wayne Manor || Telefrag Time...?

Cassie lands, knocking down Amity - and they sunk, for a moment, into the shadows beneath them - half in, half out. Amity's feet sink in, as well. It's not her favourite tactic - it's messy, and it can go wrong in ways she doesn't like. Best case scenario is that everyone walks away okay. Worst case is scenario is - bad. They don't like to think about it, but they tilt their head at her anyway, eyes cold. "Move, and you lose your feet," they say.

The other Cassie is still - doing that weird talking. Like baby talk but creepier. Getting the gun away is a good idea, but does she have to do it like that? "Cut the bullshit - Gotham police don't do welfare checks - and the old man clearly wasn't expecting you."

Amity/Dignified Wayne Chateau

Amity had been in plenty of tough spots. Her life had been on the line a half-dozen times in her life. So this situation was a cakewalk, right?

She was quite proud of her physical skills, and the thought of losing that power was too horrific to contemplate. Upon hearing that she might get sliced-that she might lose her feet to this sick freak-Amity lost it.

No.

She didn't let it show, of course. You never let them see you sweat. In her mind, Amity cut all motion to her face, leaving it blank and emotionless. She visualized a smooth metal mask settling over her face. Perhaps an eye twitched, and her pupils dilated. But while she was outwardly calm, inside her mind was boiling over. No! I can't let this happen! I've worked too hard to let this little dreg beat me!

One hand dipped into another pocket, retrieving a simple box cutter. It was totally anonymous. Anyone could buy one, carry one, and keep it in their trunk wrapped in plastic. Anyone. A police officer or a serial killer. Totally ordinary.

With the same blank stare, Amity whipped the blade toward the other girl's eyes. She wasn't trying to disable her or take her out for further punishment later. This was a killing stroke.

Amity's voice was likewise eerily calm as she moved. "Oh, it's our new Kindness Protocol. After all, if you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear, right?"

Edited by Booky on Apr 12th 2024 at 6:26:53 AM

"I am the buyer, Yes," Vilmos said with a smile. "Got the chemical makeup of Powers latest little warcrime?"

His guards stood ominously ready for something.

"We can negotiate price," Vilmos continued. "So long as you have it."

With Rose out of the way, Terry rocketed off past Deathstroke and into the last lab that Powers was in. He wasn't about to let him get away, he'd answer for what happened to Warren McGinnis.

Fortunately on that front, the lab didn't have any exits, it was filled with the canisters of the finished product, ostensibly for testing as far as anyone knew. Batman landed as Powers backed into a corner. "Who the hell are you?"

"You really want to know who I am?" Terry asked, clenching a fist. "You killed my father."

Derek's eye twitched, and he proceeded to ask in the most disappointed deadpan tone. "Do you know how little that narrows it down?"

That... that said so much, Terry felt a pit form in his stomach. Was Derek Powers that much of a monster? Of course he was. "It's all you're getting."

"Well, I suppose we'll handle who you are after. Mr. Wilson? If you will," Powers responded with a smile.

The blade would be blocked by the Cane once more, as Bruce caught Caution's hand with the hook part. "You're not killing anyone, not in my home, on my property, when I'm around."

Ace returned, still growling at Caution.

"You have two options, stay, and suffer a broken body. Or leave..." Bruce began, a low menacing rumble filling his voice as he spoke the next words. "And never return."

He flipped out a phone to reveal on the caller ID, the face of Commissioner Barbara Gordon. "They'll be here soon, and I wonder what they'll have left to pick up."

Scarecrow - Gotham Harbor

"I have three canisters full of it," Scarecrow responded, tapping the canister he'd set down. However, while he also spread his wings a bit so Vilmos could see the other two strapped to his back, Scarecrow made no effort to set them down. He could tell the guards were strangely close if they were here to make sure no intruded on their meeting.

"You can have them all," he continued. "For 250,000 creds. Each. Don't feel too much pressure to buy them all." Scarecrow spoke with mocking cheerfulness. "Mr. Powers won't care if I come back with one or two. I'm sure he can find some... other buyers to take them."

Carpenter (Hospital)

Since 'Harley' was following along without much fuss, Jasmine was able to get her to the front desk, and while the lady at the reception desk looked just a bit concerned at the look of these two, Jasmine was able to cut off any funny business by speaking up.

"Don't mean to be rude, but my friend here's pretty banged up, so I don't have time to be playing twenty questions. Let Dr. Whistler know she's got incoming, alright?" She said, already leading her companion away.

"N-Now hold on just a minute!" The receptionist said, getting up from her chair and trying to chase after the duo. "There's procedures we follow here, you can't just - "

"Let it be." A gruff voice with a foreign accent said, one belonging to a stern older woman stepping around the corner. "I'll take it from here, Ms. Andrade. Jasmine...guest...if you'll follow me."

"Yes, doc." Jasmine said, a tone of respect present that hadn't been there before as she led Laurie along, the three of them soon entering one of the many patient rooms, which blessedly included a place for Laurie to sit down.

Cassie || Stayne Mately Wanor || That Escalated Quickly

It's instinctive. She swears its instinctive, with the blade coming at her face. Reach up, try to grab the arm, block the stroke. The voice in the back of her head screams at her to move and they do, ducking into the shadows. They duck, and they push Amity up as they do, because - as much as they're willing to make the threat, crippling someone is something else entirely.

They fall through and they push up, letting the shadows consume them - and its only once they emerge on the other side of the room that they realise - they're still holding the arm, boxcutter still attached. Just the arm - Amity is still over the other side of the room. Cassie's eyes go wide - they didn't want-they didn't intend- what do they do-

And blood from the disembodied arm starts to flow onto the floor.

"I swear- I've never done that before, I-" her eyes dart from place to place - panicked, scared.

It's okay, littleshadowtraveller. You defended yourself. Drop the arm.

And she does.

"Yes," Vilmos responded. "I was thinking however a more fair negotiation..."

He snapped his fingers, his goons raised their rifles right at Scarecrow. "Perhaps free and you walk away with life, yes?"

He grinned a little wicked grin, Vilmos's nation had more than enough experience with capes and freaks in masks. Didn't matter to him what Scarecrow did, he'd be walking away with the materials to make the nerve gas no matter what.

Scarecrow - Gotham Harbor

"Of course he is," Scarecrow thought to himself as Vilmos revealed his double-cross. But any concern that might be showing on his face was concealed by his mask.

"So this is what you're resorting to? Your negotiation skills are immaculate, Vilmos," Scarecrow chuckled. "But these canisters you want so badly? They glass in them ain't exactly bulletproof. I'd prefer it if they were, but in this case, it seems Powers' cost cutting has done me a favor."

Scarecrow dramatically wrapped his wings around his body. "My suit here is a bit tougher than those canisters. I could probably fly out of here alive even if your thugs tried to shoot me down. But unless you've got some well-trained marksmen, they'll probably end up shooting a hole in the canisters I've got strapped to my back. And that'll cost you product you can't get back."

Unfolding his wings so his body was now visible again, Scarecrow continued. "But more importantly, you haven't come prepared for this meeting. You might be a shrewd negotiator, but you're no chemist. Your thugs have a better chance of making it out of here alive than you. At least, if you're willing to risk having them release the deadly nerve gas into the air." With his left hand, Scarecrow pointed at the cigar Vilmos had been smoking, signifying that the buyer didn't have any kind of ventalation gear on. "Because I can assure you, the toxic chemicals you want so badly? They're not going to kill you as fast as what I've brought you."

With that, Scarecrow bent down and reached for the canister on the ground with his right hand, currently in a fist. "Now, if you have no interest in buying the product," Scarecrow knocked on the canister with his fist as he said this, "I'll be going on my way."