13159/The price for being the good guy.

The price for being the good guy.
Date of Scene:	30 April 2021
Location:	Central Heights, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Oracle, Deadpool

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Oracle has posed:
It's not Gotham Central Library, but it needed help with its computer systems anyway. The Central Heights branch was still a very well to do location. She had spent three hours upgrading and patching their systems and it was now dinner time. She was a little tired, a little disheveled and it was time to go home.

Stepping out of the building she made her way down the steps toward the sidewalk and turned to head for her car. She was dressed comfortably; a blue zip-up hoodie over a red tanktop, faded denim jeans, and simple canvas sneakers. A backpack hung off her right shoulder. In it was her purse, her "public" laptop and an assortment of network cables and adapters just in case she would have needed them.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade pulls up outside in what seems to be a mini-van. It is the three seater kind with the video screen for the people in the back-seat, and made for families though the trunk/back-seat in the far back is full. There seems to be a broken-down chain-saw that is covered by a black goo. The passenger seat seems to have a lot of empty pudding containers as DP had been sitting here for a while waiting watching the building as he had known she was inside though not really what for. Gotham was his kind of place you pay some kid to keep an eye out for someone even the daughter of the police cheif himself and you can get things done.

He hits the button, and the door on the driver-side opens like a van door leading to the back seat as he hits the gas to pull out and infront of Barbara Gordon. Normally it would speed by, but this time he slams the breaks. Opening the driver side door though the car is still running it seems to be in park he leaps out to the side of her. In his hand looks to be a semi-automatic weapon pointed at her. "Oh looks like I finally found you Miss Gordon. Please put these on and get get into the van." he tosses her some cuffs though they seem to be more military used cuffs then the standard police kind.

He doesn't stop pointing the gun at her, as he follows up with, "You are putting everyone in danger the longer you stall... Get in the van right now young lady, or you will be getting no Dinner!" and laughs a bit. Of course he wouldn't share his pudding with her, well maybe one, but he had been around much younger kids lately so is trying to use his 'adult' voice to convince her.

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon sees the minivan. And the masked driver. She was already on guard by the time the vehicle had stopped moving and by the time the gun was pointing at her she was already in motion, her backpack unslung and thrown at him. It was followed up by a kick aimed to dislodge that weapon from his hand.

Redheads are said to run hot tempered. This one? Particularly so when it comes to being threatened or threats against her friends and family.

Deadpool has posed:
He waves the gun towards the van, as he looks around "comon.. get in lady we are in a hurry here." he looks back at her as the kick inpacts his hand throwing the gun away, Though other then go for it he just draws another pistol, and fires it. It is way wide from her going oout and up into the sky though he has a serious look on his face though a little pain too as you did completly dislocate his wrist, and there is now a gun laying down on the ground that one could go for.

"Lets try this again... You are the daughter of chief right.. well lets see how well you take the responsibility of other." turning the gun he watches her for another move as he points in towards the street away from her. There were people out on the street, and he could shoot anyone of them from this angle. "I will not ask again Miss.. Put those one... Get in the van... Now.. Please." The wierd thing is as he talks there is a wierd cracking noise from his wrist.. And he already seems to be using it as normal again. He hasn't hurt her, and even when it comes down to it would rather hurt others then her.. at least for now.

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon comes up stiff, ready to react but the gun is now aimed toward the busy street. Even a gunshot will just make most people give wide berth but not actually run. It's Gotham. One gunshot doesn't mean anything. It's full automatic fire that gets GCPD called. Except the impact of her "public" laptop was enough for it to trigger its own automated Phone Home alert. It won't bring GCPD here any faster. But it does trigger her AI, Oracle, to immediately begin recording from every Security and Traffic cam in a four block radius. That information will be routed to both GCPD and the Batcomputer. It'll provide some good information. Even if it doesn't prevent her abduction.

"Alright." Her voice is quiet. Strained. "Put the gun down. I'll come with you." But those eyes. She isn't done causing trouble yet. She really hasnt even begun.

A sweep of the vehicle. Of its contents. Of her would-be abductor's attire and equipment. All locked in an instant in her memory. She now couldn't forget any of it if she tried, even as she places the handcuffs around one wrist and then the other.

She looks at him from behind her glasses. "Now what."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade shakes his head at her as stubbern as one would expect the daughter of the Police Cheif to be. He almost felt sorry for the man as he was glared at as he shut the door that let her inside, and got back into the drivers seat. "if you are able to behave all the way back to the safe house you will get some pudding.. It is good, but I really don't like to share." he adds in a gruff voice as he starts the veichle up again.

The man seemed to just focus on driving glancing up here, and there. "Don't mess with anything in the back.. It has Vamp guts on it, and I am not sure how all that works." it was way too long of a story to say how that got there, but at least he seemed very serious when saying it, so it didn't seem like he was kidding. "When we get back Barbara... Barbs... Bars..." he seem to get distracted to what to call her. Then just shrugs, "When we get back B, you will meet the others. They haven't been able to answer my questions maybe you will be."

He takes mainly back-roads slowly driving though the door did lock behind you, and the others seem to be as well. He had the child locks on so the only way to unlock the doors was from the front, and even the windows couldn't be rolled up or down. He continues, "My name is Wade, or some people like to call me Deadpool... I am your official kidnapper for the evening.. Everything goes smoothly I am sure it will all work out well."

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon is rather surprised there was no hood. But she wasn't about to ask. She was making note of all the things in the van, also watching the route taken. If he wasn't going to prevent her, she was going see where they were going. She looks at the back of his head, "Charming." She keeps still but her mind is racing, eyes sweeping all over.

"Others?" she asks simply. It was time to try and get more information. Clearly this guy wasn't all there mentally. "What do you mean others?"

Deadpool has posed:
The trip isn't long the old looking place looks like it was a buisness that went out of that buisness recently, and looked abandoned as he parked in the alley behind it by the door that lead into the building itself. "You will see.. I don't want to give it all away at once." as he parks getting out he pushes the button to open the door, and braces himself just incase she decided to try to attack him again. If she decides not to he will toss some pudding to the cuffed lady, and lead her to the door. "You are the last one.. I guess you can say I collected them all," and laughs to himself a bit crazy, but just opens the door to the hallway into the building.

It is actually small, just a small halway to a small room that is blocked by a shut door, and a shut door right to the left. Looking out of it is a woman that looks simmular to you with green eyes, and red hair she is looking out. Behind her through the same window another woman with the same features looks behind her though those two look like it. Neither are injured or even brused as they look out more in what looks like curiousity then fear though of course there is a bit anger seeing him.

He waves a hand, "Please if you would... You can start with the questions, or talking with the others. I leave it up to you, though I would prefer get this done with." he sighs and shrugs, "You ladies are more beast throwing stuff, yelling all the time.. Will be glad to end this." he just shakes his head at that.

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon's mind is running through all known criminals in Gotham. The most hardened down to the most petty, trying to figure this guy's personality and what kind of profile she can build on him. As they stop and she is let out, she catches the pudding container with a less than enthusiastic expression. "I'm sure you did... Wade. You must be very proud" she says quietly. Looking around, she continues to take in their location. All clues she can find.

She sees the other redheaded, green eyed women and she knows instantly she's dealing with a serial killer with a particular fetish. She looks at him "So you've collected a whole set of redheaded, green eyed women. You must be very proud." She looks at him. She's judging him. Judging hard.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool grins, and beams as he takes what she says seriously despite the sarcasm. In his mind he heard agreement, and understanding of what he was doing so he nods to her. "Yea.. See I knew you would be the one I should of got you first." as he walks by the door he bangs on the outside of it. "Hey.. Get back ya animals your scaring our new guest." and frowns looking back at Babs with a weak smile.. "Sorry, they haven't even been in there a day yet but they aren't bad people really.. They won't hurt you they are more made at me." and smiles with a shrug.

As she gets one crazy, another just pops up. It isn't random though just kind of twisted to the point of appearing crazy. Nothing he has done looks like he wants to hurt her, or at least that doesn't appear to be the goal. He hasn't asked for money or made any calls, nor does he look like this is a long term setup so that is no good. Why he kidnapped you isn't clear. That is until he makes his way down to the end of the hall and opens the door. "Come this way, this way.. They will be fine I have Judge Judy reruns on there for them." he waves her in further.

Inside the room is just crazy displayed in yarn. There are pictures hanging from the ceiling from yarn, with different colored yarn to other pictures, and news articles. There is even a Dairy Queen wrapper hanging from one just kind of in the middle of the room with nothing attached. All the other pictures, evidence, and newspapers are all interconnected in some crazy, complex combination of strings to each other. The focus seems to women about her age all with red hair, and green eyes. The newspapers are all about those ladies disappearing, and if they are found again it isn't alive. There is no solid location, but it seems to be moving up the country leading towards Gotham itself.

Deadpool turns, with open arms.. "Tada! Welcome to the question,. answer it and you and the others get to go home.. Find me the killer, and I will end him."

Oracle has posed:
Oh. My. God.
He really thinks he's doing this for a good reason.

She's still hand cuffed. But that's just to downplay her ability. If needed she could easily get free of them. She looks to each of the women to be sure they are unharmed. Surprisingly they are. She looks to the last room. Her eyes narrow then widen as she finds the 5 year old version of an evidence wall. All thoughts of trying to get away. Well. She can't turn away from a good mystery. And if there IS a killer out there..

She turns to Deadpool. "Why am I here? It isn't because I match the victim profile. Is it?" She sounds and looks like a disapproving Librarian. "You want me to solve this "Case" ? Why me?" She wants more information from him. Trying to figure out how his mind works.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade pets the yarn like it is a sacred thing to him and smiles talking with her. "Well I figure two things can happen, one... You three help me find your killer. I go out shoot him in the head like we do, and poof all of you go home, or I wait a few days. Sure I will have to escape the police, and everyone hunting me, but by that time whoever it is will of passed, and I will move on to wherever is next till they mess up." he looks over at her with a smile. "Besides, aren't you the commisioners daughter I even got this for ya." he reaches to the side tossing some yarn that fell earlier aside to uncover an old computer. "The Mcdonalds wifi is open so you can use that.. Oh!" he facepalms like he forgot.

Reaching forward slowly he will uncuff the woman caustiously.. He holds up a finger "Don't do anything stupid.. I am not here to hurt you, but if I got to force those cuffs back on it won't feel good." His tone a warning one. He really didn't want to hurt any of them, and all this would show they were just part of it. He chuckles a bit, "Comon.. this is your chance to save others you can do it." he gives her two thumbs up. He sighs looking at her look at him, "fine... why.. Because you deserve a chance to fight back. I have learned that we help the little guy, or gal when they can't help themselves by giving them a chance.. This is all I am trying to do here B.. Give you a chance."

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon watches and listens. This guy is nucking f...

The cuffs come off. And she'll attempt to sucker punch him the moment the cuffs are off. But she won't follow it up. Instead she'll walks toward the evidence wall "I'll stay. Because I haven't decided if you're simply crazy or if you're just your own special sort of... excentric." It's the nicest way she can word it.

She looks at the computer. "You're joking. Right? Does that even have wireless?" She looks at him dubiously. Then she sits down at the dinosaur PC and adjusts her glasses. Then she begins to type like lightning. Checking what what the system has and what her limitations are.

"Win ME." She looks over her glasses at him, "Seriously?" Because who has Millenium Edition on ANYthing anymore? A pained sigh escapes and she returns to checking the hardware. She steels herself to work with this ancient machine. The old mechanical keyboard loudly clacking away as she begins to try and investigate this surreal case.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade looks like he is going to take a hit, but as she says she will stay he smiles a bit with a deep breath. If she and the others rioted against him at the same time it was going to be... difficult. The other two were no help they laughed at him when he suggested the idea so at least he had something. When she complains about the computer he waves a hand "We are not all Mr. Wayne.. I am doing this by myself no back-up or support. They all said I was crazy... a lose cannon that doesn't know the difference between helping and hurting others." he shakes a fist in the air.

He turns and looks at her, "But they don't understand, I still get the messages.. I still hear the TV when it tells me women are dieing, am I supposed to do nothing?" he shakes his head grabbing it with both hands as he does.. "No! Not today B.. Today we find this bastard.. Not because we are showing them wrong, but because we have to!" he talks like a general giving a speach one foot on a chair he looks a bit like capt morgan.

He turns, and smiles at her, "If you need something I can go get it.. But I can't have any of you leave here yet. It isn't safe, and well you understand.. right.. right!?!" he nods to himself despite her answer "Right!"