<strong>Name:</strong>Eddie the Vet<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside GothCorp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batman (and Catwoman if she's around)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eddie the Vet was career military before he lost his legs below the knees. Saying he doesn't startle would be an outright lie, not with how Batman is tracking his vitals- but he doesn't show it on his face. The years on his face tell the story that he was military a long time ago though.<br/><br/>There's a gun in his jacket pocket. He'd reached for it, his hand on it- in those tense moments as he looks Batman in the eyes he's thinking about whether or not to pull it and use it- moments that tick by like gunshots themselves.<br/><br/>And in the end, he decides that Batman was many things- the enemy wasn't one of them. His hand eases, and he pulls his hand out slowly.<br/><br/>"<strong>Batman, I thought you were a myth.</strong>" he admits, trying to calm down. The hand instead goes down to rub his stump.<br/><br/>"<strong>Some long overdue Justice, Batman. Not all the badguys wear costumes. Some of those guys in there have bigger body counts then Joker, they're just smart enough to not brag about it.</strong>"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Victor Fries<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Mr. Freeze<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open (Everyone else)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>We got a problem, boss.</strong>" one of the underlings in a winter coat says to the large man in the armor, "<strong>Wayne isn't here.</strong>"<br/><br/>The man in the armor almost isn't paying attention, a dismissive wave of his hand, "<strong>We'll deal with that in a moment. For now, just start the sorting. This is a moment for Boyle and I, but there should be a record. Summer Gleason, come here- and bring a camera man.</strong>"<br/><br/>The volunteer nods, motions to others- at least a dozen of them pulling out what look like SmartPhones and going over the guests. The people with the coats and guns get to work, check people's faces- patterns start to develop already.<br/><br/>Children they don't even bother with, they're directed toward the wall away from the windows in a corner.<br/>So are many of the adults. But sometimes they find someone they're looking for, and they're given a hard boot toward the now iced over windows.<br/><br/>"<strong>Miss Zatanna, if it helps- I caught your Vegas special. Liked it.</strong>" a young woman in a parka says as she approaches the stage. Her eyes tell of someone who doesn't get much sleep, and hasn't for a long time. She motions with the gun for the Magician to join the larger group away from the windows.<br/><br/>So far, the sorters haven't gotten to Slade Wilson. They will soon though, the programs in the phones seems to be completely automated.<br/><br/>Ferris Boyle is finally produced, walking toward the man in armor with his hands in the air and a gun in his back. He looks afraid, terrified. Summer Gleason, the star TV reporter of Gotham 12 News, and her camera man don't need any such motivation. He puts the camera up faithfully, the red light comes on.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well, Boyle- your answer?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>I . . . I have no idea, look- I don't know what your problem is but we're willing to list-</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Spare me, Boyle. I've heard this before. Look in the glass, and try again.</strong>" the man in the armor speaks. Summer begins to shiver in her black formal dress as the three of them do.<br/><br/>When they see what's inside, only the Camera man is stoic. Summer gives a gasp of shock, and Ferris- he reacts not so calmly as he breaks out to back away.<br/><br/>"<strong>NO, NO! YOU'RE DEAD! I SAW YOU DIE!</strong>"<br/><br/>The cannon in the armored man's arm silences Ferris with the threat of firing, Ferris staring down the barrel and about to get a face-full of whatever it fired.<br/><br/>"<strong>Who is that?</strong>" Summer asks, trying to get the armored man's attention- trying to save a life.<br/><br/>"<strong>My Wife.</strong>" the armored man says simply, and in a way it works. The armored man has to lower the cannon to press a few buttons on the armor's shoulder. A hatch opens on the arm with a USB memory stick coming out. He hands it to Summer, calmly.<br/><br/>"<strong>You have 10 minutes to get the video file on this drive playing across your news television station and uploaded on Gotham 12 News' website. If it's not up when time is up, I start freezing hostages.</strong>"<br/><br/>Summer nods, takes a few steps back, and her and her camera man go to a table and start opening up data ports on the camera to get to work.