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Gotham Knights: Red Hood Story

Batgirl: Belfry here. Have you heard from Alfred? He went out and he usually would have checked in by now. 

Red Hood: He's been doing that a lot lately. You think he's two-timing us with some other vigilantes? 

Batgirl: Ha ha. He said he was meeting Jacob Kane and wanted to get a walk in.

Red Hood: Walking at this time of night. In Gotham.

Batgirl: He's still a soldier at heart. Just do a quick check to make sure he's okay, will you? 

Red Hood: I'm on it. 

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Red Hood: Belfry, what did you dig up about the Court?

Nightwing: The Court is an old folktale, the stuff circus people love. The legend has it they're an elite society that runs the town in secret.

Red Hood: Yeah, "The Court of Owls is watching" and all that. But a guy like Penguin isn't scared of nursery rhymes... 

Nightwing: If there's any truth to these Court stories, they could be behind all those releases from Blackgate. And those cases go back hundreds of years.

Red Hood: Good point. Here's hoping the Powers Club tells us more.

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Red Hood: Belfry, I'm at the Powers Club. I haven't even set foot inside and I already hate this place.

Batgirl: The mansion's been around for over a hundred years and had at least that many renos. I was able to pull up some blueprints, but they're too old to be of any use.

Red Hood: I do love going in blind. ... All right. I'm in. Let's see how the other half lives.

Nightwing: Good. Be careful and let us know what you find.

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Red Hood: Looks like they've got some goons guarding this place.

Private Security Guard #1: They told you to take an extra long lunch too, huh?

Private Security Guard #2: I'm not complaining. Nice to get a break once in a while.

Private Security Guard #1: So what do you think the poor bastard did?

Private Security Guard #2: What poor bastard? Ah! Far as I know, I just got a longer break.

Red Hood: Well that's not suspicious at all. Time to see what's going on here... The AR scan lit up that blood trail. Wonder what else I could find. Huh, there's something under the floor. It's connected to a network. Must be some way to turn that on.

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Private Security Guard #3: This place gives me the creep. 

Private Security Guard #4: Tell me about it. I hear people go in and never come out.

Private Security Guard #3: Great, that's the last thing I needed to hear. I'll be glad when my shift's over. 


Red Hood: Thought this thing looked weird. 


Private Security Guard #5: When they said we'd be working at a club, this isn't exactly what I had in mind.

Private Security Guard #6: It's a "gentleman's" club. Whatever that means.

Private Security Guard #5: Just saying, I was hoping for something a little more clubby, and a little less creepy. 

Private Security Guard #6: Shut up. It's easy money. We barely have to see the snobs, anyway.

Private Security Guard #5: Yeah, what the hell's that about?

Private Security Guard #6: Who cares? The less we know, the better.

Private Security Guard #5: Looks like things are finally starting to ramp up around here.

Private Security Guard #7: Yeah. Why's security so tight lately?

Private Security Guard #5: Who knows. Big wigs with big money wanna feel important.


Red Hood: Ooh, first edition. There we go. 

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Red Hood Hidden staircase. Not suspicious at all. Hey Belfry, I've found a hidden stairwell. I'm heading down. Belfry? Great, I'm cut off. Enable logging mode. Send as soon as you can. ... The blood trail stops dead at the wall. You don't see that every day... No obvious exit. There must be some way out of here.

Red Hood: That did something. Let's go find out what.

Former Voice of the Court: (Over recording) The Court of Owls is watching, From inside of Gotham's walls.

Former Voice of the Court: (Over recording) They lurk in every shadow, And they rule us one and all.

Former Voice of the Court: (Over recording) But no one talks about them, Not a whispered word is said.

Former Voice of the Court: (Over recording) For if you try to cross them, Then a Talon strikes you dead!

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Red Hood: Belfry, I know you can't hear this, but... looks like Penguin wasn't full of it after all. The Court of Owls is real ... Time to see the belly of the beast.

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Red Hood: Got to get through them.

Court Member #4: No one gets through. The ceremony can't be delayed.

Court Member #5: You don't need to tell me that twice. This is our chance to impress the Voice.

Court Member #6: Kill the intruders first, then you can think about the rewards.


Red Hood: Whoever this belongs to must be in bad shape. Better hurry... That must be whoever they kidnapped.

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Red Hood: No! What the hell?


Red Hood: I hate this. 


Red Hood: Holy shit, what the hell is this? ... Shit. There's hundreds of bodies down here... This looks like an antique. Either the Court dresses people up in costumes before they kill them, or... damn. This outfit looks like something out of a movie. Is it possible the Court's been operating for centuries?


Red Hood: Please tell me that's my ticket out of here.

Alfred: Glad to have you back online. What happened? Are you all right?

Red Hood: I'm fine. It's just that... I don't even know where to start telling you what I saw. We can talk when I get back.

Alfred: Copy that. See you soon

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Alfred: "The Court of Owls is watching from inside of Gotham's walls. They lurk in every shadow. And they rule us one and all."  

Jason: I always figured that rhyme was just to scare kids into being good. Like Gotham's version of Santa Claus.

Alfred: When Bruce began investigating the Court, he wondered if even he was being too cautious,  chasing a fairy tale. It seems impossible that someone could control Gotham from the shadows without Batman finding out. 

Jason: The Court must be hella powerful to hide like this for so long. For all we know, anyone could be in on it.

Alfred: A grand conspiracy. I'm not sure Bruce would be gratified to find his suspicions were right.

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Side Quests: 

David: Hey there. Can I get you a drink?

Red Hood: Maybe later. I'm working.

David: Fair enough. Nice to meet you, by the way...I'm David

Red Hood: Mme. Palomares says you're the guy to talk to about shady stuff around these parts.

David: Oh yeah. Gotham's gangs aren't exactly subtle, especially when they're sloshed. Either that, or they think the wheelchair affects my hearing.

Red Hood People are assholes. I'm sorry you have to deal with that.

David: Wouldn't be so bad if I could at least get the cops to take me seriously.

Red Hood: They won't help you, but I will. What've you got?

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