Rage against the Mac

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Roy stalked for a good long while, not paying attention in the least bit to where he was going. He muttered to himself, about how much of a bunch of suckers Eddy and Jeff were, going off like that with that Harley woman. And Amazing was gone, disappeared by who knows what and who knows how. And no one seemed to care about finding their way back home, which was the most important thing to be thinking about right now. Was he the only one that even cared about going back home? So in short, Mr. Furious was angry. Very angry, indeed. More angry at how no one was listening to him for their own, good, probably.

He wanted to go off driving somewhere. Oh, how he wished he had his Harley right now, so very much.

Harley-compatible, anyway.

But instead he had to walk, and now as he finally took a moment to slow down, he realized he was in a very bad neighborhood, which only served to make his temper flare again. What was up with this City, was there like no light at all in this place? Even the streetlights seemed feeble and dim.

"Hey dere, Mr. Neo-wannabe, looks like youse forgot ta pay da toll for dis heah street." Said a snigger from a dark alleyway. Several men began to surround Roy.

"There's no toll booth, what are you--oh, very funny guys. That's really original. You come up with that by yourselves? Or is it like, original? Because it's not."

"Sure dere is. I'm da toll collector, and dis broken stop sign is our booth. You stop here at da sign and give us da toll. So how bout it?"

"You must not know who I am, because if you did, you'd be afraid of who I was. I'm Mr. Furious, and people who try to hustle me make me very angry. I'll go Krakatoa on your craniums." He twitched, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, we got a funny guy heah, fellahs. Would rival the Joker." The leader, a man with a dirty eyepatch and a bald head, smiled menacingly. He fiddled with the chain in his hands. "Guess he don't wanna pay our toll. Tsk. Too bad. Boys?"

"Oh yeah!? I'm not afraid of a bunch of silly little thugs who can't get a real job and have to ask for handins on the street!"

"It's handouts."

"Did you just correct me? Please don't tell me this man just corrected me. Now I'm gonna have to--do THIS!" Mr. Furious let out a furious roar as he 'powered up', and jumped into the fray. And yes, was 8 men against one.

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Mornbein stepped out of a portal and paused to watch the guy she'd been tracking, one black eyebrow arching incredulously. "What the fraggin' @#$%&#@...?"

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And Mr. Furious was getting his butt kicked tremendously, even if he didn't notice it. Somewhere between getting a trash can stuffed over his head and another thug drumming on it was when he thought it wasn't going too well.

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"Alright," a light, clear voice rang out strongly. "That's enough, bastiches. Only the Bat and hers getta frag in this burg."

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Even Roy had to pry the trash can off his head for a second, trying to peer through the sludgy waste that had gotten over his eyes and face. Where was his goggles when he needed them? Oh yeah, around his neck right now.

"Was that even like, English?"

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The slender girl crossed her arms over the chest of her oversized black band T-shirt and glared at the thugs from the shadow of her thick black hair. "You gonna go 'way nicely? Or am I gonna haveta frag yer sorry @#$%&@s?"

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Mornbein felt the guy just as she heard the click of the gun.

"DUCK!" she yelled at Furious, throwing George. If he didn't he was going to get brained....

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Surprised by her sudden yell and tone, he ducked.

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The gun went off seconds before the steel bar hit the guy in the chest. Mornbein yelped as the bullet tore through her heart and fell to her knees and one hand on the slushy, dirty pavement. "FRAG!"

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"#$#%#*!" Roy saw what had happened just as he hit the deck rather hard. His eyes widened, and as soon as he saw that the guy with the gun was down, he scrabbled up and ran over to the goth-looking girl.

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She was breathing deeply and evenly, a rather set look in her eyes as she concentrated on staying on her knees and hand. Black blood seeped from the corner of her mouth where she'd bitten herself.

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"Like @#$#%& I am," she said absently.

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"I didn't say anything," he cocked his head to the side, looking down suspiciously.

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She straightened and looked down the front of her shirt, then stood easily and cocked her head at him. "No? Ah, sorry."

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"So you're all better," his eyes were a little wide.

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"Yup." She smirked. "The cops're comin'. Let's git these bastiches tied 'n book."

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"Not really. Sounds like I'm needed outta town," she said calmly.

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"You sure?" The voice was a little less forceful and a lot more...unsure sounding.

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"They just took the Bat. It's started." She looks toward the waiting portal.

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"Wait, by the Bat you mean like...a Bat-person and not an actual sports item? And what's started?"

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"Batwoman's standin' at the door'a eternity, and the whole city's holdin' it's breath." Her eyes go to the rooftops, narrowing slightly at the stillness that only she could really hear.

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"Real in more 'verses'n this. In most the Bat's her keeper. In this'n she's 'er soul." Mornbein chafes restlessly, then whistles three notes and points to the portal opening next to him. "Go home. Do some thinkin'. 'N if ya honestly think ya kin do what ya gotta, come back. I'll send a door."

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He glanced towards the portal suspiciously, but didn't budge.

"I might take you up on that, kid."

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She chuckled, the glow around her increasing a little. "Watch the kid comments, I was already travelin' the multiverse before ya were born."

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"Well, you look like a kid." He squinted, wondering what she was trying to pull. But he had the odd feeling that she was telling the truth.

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"Lotta things ain't how they look." The glow died down, leaving a slender goth girl in an oversized jacket and bare feet. "Now gittcher rear through that door before I frag it. Namari, bastich."

So saying, she stepped through her own portal and was gone.