Like Ravenloft? Or Supers? Let me blow your mind

[Rechan]

The mists come and take you.

You wake up in a city. It's dirty, it's night, the cars have broken windows. You have a gun in hand, outside a liqour store. Why not? And inside, you're about to get the cash. And then the lights go out, and your face is broken.

Here, there's only three ways to be. You could be a citizen, desperately trying to eke out an existence. Or a starving, desperate criminal on his own. Or the henchman of a crazed fiend that, while offering protection and shelter, might kill you on a whim or for your inevitable failure. No matter what, you live in a constant state of fear: from the criminals and horrific masterminds, or you fear The Dark Knight, the Dreadlord himself.

Welcome to Gotham City.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

...snip...

Welcome to the plane of Gotham City...
Such a lovely place...
Such a lovely face...
They livin' it up in the plane of Gotham City
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirror-windowed canyons,
Concrete reaching the skies,
My mind said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the villain's chambers,
They gathered for the fight
They shoot it with their deadly guns,
But they just can't kill the Knight

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " rasped the Dark Knight,
"You were horribly deceived
We can do this hard or easy as you like,
But I can't let you leave! "

 

[jonesy]

You don't know why it's so dark
You just know days are gone
Oh lordy you've been stealing from the thieves
And you got caught
In the headlights of a bat car
You're so far

Dressing like a mobster
Living like a thug
They don't know what you're doing
Dude, just play your part
You're a puzzle in a smart suit
You're so far

Oh no, don't you die
You have to survive
Hunt them, kill them, be them, fear him

You don't know how you got here
You just know you want out
Believing in something you still want to make a mark
You're a wild card
You came here in a flash... so far

Oh no, don't be shy
It takes you to do harm
Hunt him, kill him, be him, fear you

They want the bat to be gone
They'll beg you to change things
But if you get your parts wrong you might end up just like him
And you're quickly turning a star of darkness
You're so far

Of course you're not shy
You just play your part
You're him, be him, fear him, kill him
Hunt you, fear you, you're gone, so far

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

Hmmmm...How about a different take on "Bat Country"?

He who makes a beast out of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man

Caught here in a burning haze, won't lose my will to stay
I tried to drive all through the night
The crime wave ridden darkness, the barren empty nights
No oasis here to see
The streets are singing deathless words to me

Can't you help me? As I'm startin' to burn
(All alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction
My confidence is leaving me on my own
(All alone)
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention

As I adjust to my new sights
The rarely tired lights will take me to new heights
I am one with darkness I'm ready to take flight
Tomorrow might not make it but everything's all right

Mental fiction follow me
Show me what it's like to be set free

Can't you help me? As I'm startin' to burn
(All alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction
My confidence is leaving me on my own
(All alone)
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention

I'm sorry you're not here
I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear
Now take a trip with me
But don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem

Caught here in a burning haze, won't lose my will to stay
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today

Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die
We look up towards the sky for answers to our lives
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by
Don't want your absolution 'cause I can't make it right

I'll make a beast out of myself
Gets rid of all the pain of being a man

Can't you help me? As I'm startin' to burn
(All alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction
My confidence is leaving me on my own
(All alone)
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention

I'm sorry you're not here
I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear
Now take a trip with me
But don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem

I've known it from the start
All these good ideas will tear your brain apart
Scared but you, you follow me
I'm too weird to live but much too rare to die

 

[Relique du Madde]

He is the darklord Gotham deserves, not the one Gotham needs.

-Posted via mobile device.

 

[jonesy]

Darklord Robin. Not Nightwing. Robin. Dick "Songbird" Grayson.

When the mob came to kill his parents, he attacked the would-be assassins himself. The Flying Graysons were saved, but ended up on permanent life support. Dick began ambushing the mob guys one by one, but quickly realized this would never end. So he sets himself up as a competing crimeboss. His reputation grows, as does his own organization, the Birds of Prey, which is composed of outwardly outstanding members of society who along with Robin slowly become the top crime family. Birds of Prey of course has accomplished serial killer Barbara Gordon, chemist Anthrax Ivy, and crippled surveillance expert Dinah Lance who monitors the realm with her team of Canary IV combat drones. And Robin's hospitalized parents are being turned into cyborg killers.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

I wouldn't go crime boss...just a hyper-harsh, proactive, psychotic, wannabe good guy. You know, like in the cure being worse than the disease?

He's a crippler of criminals, meaning Gotham has a bunch of permanently hospitalized miscreants as a drain onits resources. And he's not afraid to rough up suspects*- men or women. In fact, he's so violent, citizens are often afraid to go out at night, not for fear of criminals, but for fear that he would think they were about to commit a crime.












* no, not the euphemism.