There's going to be a Justice League Canada and Bearded Justice was not invited to be on the team?!? OUTRAGE
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@umbrafeline: The toy store Time and Space has been closed for awhile, but some other store called Adventure Toys.. I think.. bought most of their stock and opened up. I have not heard if that one closed or not, but I wouldn't be surprised as they didn't really have anything of interest.
@umbrafeline: it's actually basically the same as Steel City, but with better guests, and slightly larger. They use both rooms of the convention center for that one. Last couple times Stan Lee has been there, but I don't think he will be this time. Free on sunday if you cosplay, which is cool.
The problem with Steel City Con is that if you've been to one of them, you've been to all of them. They all pretty much have the same vendors with the same prices each go around. They're still fun to go to though, if you don't feel like waiting for comiccon and need a quick fix. I was Arthur Dent at the last one.
Bruce threw The Watcher's hand from his shoulder and jumped back from him shouting, "Leave me alone!" Without pause he sized up his opponent for weaknesses and attacked, jumping back into the fray. Bruce threw punch after punch, but The Watcher dodged each, and it seemed easy for him. The Watcher struck back, landing a single blow to Bruce's chest, setting him off-balance, but not enough to stop him. He flung a batarang at The Watcher and it stuck in his arm. The man quickly yanked it from his skin, tossing it the ground.
"Emotions are best left to your alter-ego." he said, recovering and taking the fight to Batman. Now, it was The Watcher's turn to attack. He too launched many a punch at Bruce, but each one failed. Bruce began to calm down and was able to deflect the assault. He controlled his breathing. He widened his vision. The Watcher sprang for a tackle, as Bruce utilized his surroundings and hurled a trash bin at his foe. It hit The Watcher in the head, knocking him to the ground. He clutched the wound, but managed to stand up. Bruce saw his strength weakening and moved in for the finish. "Age." The Watcher began, coughing, "It's caught up with me. I'm not the spry man I used to be. Back when I started." He drew his pistol and fired several rounds at Bruce, striking him several times. The rubber bullets slowed Bruce down, and horribly pained him. However, he closed the gap between himself and his combatant, and knocked the weapon from his hands. The Watcher struggled to fight back, as Bruce landed a few more blows. I final kick sent him reeling backwards. Bruce readied himself for more, but it was clear to him that The Watcher had had enough.
"That's why you'll be better than me, Bruce. Your training. It's obvious you prepared for this a lot more than I did. I had the will. I had the means. So, I did. Your parents is what started it, you know? After they were killed... my best friends... I..." The Watcher spat out some blood as he spoke. He peeled off his cowl and tossed it at Bruce's feet. "I've been waiting for someone to take over for me." The man stepped into the light, revealing that he was Gotham's longest reigning mayor, Brian Harding.
"B--Brian?" Bruce said in shock.
"Yes, Bruce. Uncle Brian, as you used to call me. Probably don't remember that do you?" Brian asked.
"I..." Bruce stammered trying to recall his memories and failing.
"We were inseparable; your parents and I. The best of friends. When they died, something awoke within me: a sense of justice. A sense that not all was right in this town, as I thought it was. Your father had supported me in my candidacy for mayor and where was I when the trigger was pulled? After that, I came down hard on crime, but it wasn't enough. One night, a man from the mob entered my office and offered me a bribe. Before that, I had always turned down such things, but this time I accepted. Slowly, I made my way into Gotham's underground. I did deals with the crooks, but rarely followed through. I learned the joints and who was in charge. That's all I needed to know. Then, I attacked them on my terms. Bruce, it was exhilarating, as I'm sure you know. They called me The Watcher. I called myself nothing. The mob just thought I was someone working for another boss. Gang by gang is how I cleaned up Gotham. I'm old now though, and I'm ready to quit. All I have going for me is my experience." Brian paused and Bruce bent down to pick up his discarded cowl. "I'm passing it on to you, Bruce. You're Gotham's true protector."
Bruce examined the cowl, briefly. He felt every grove in it; every cut; every tear. He felt his future. When he turned to say thank you, Brian had gone. Bruce nodded and made his way back to the batmobile.
Once inside, Alfred came over the radio, "Bruce, are you okay? Did you find The Watcher?"
"Yes, Alfred." Bruce replied, softly.
"Who was he?" pressed Alfred.
"He was... my predecessor." answered Bruce, with some thought.
"I see." Alfred said, sensing that Bruce did not wish to discuss the matter, "You are needed at Ace Chemicals, Bruce. There was a report of a man falling into a vat and being horribly disfigured."
"Batman is on his way." Bruce responded.
"This will be our last session I think." the man said.
"Sorry to see you go, B." the doctor replied. "I hope you feel we made some progress?"
"I suppose so." the man stated.
"Did something happen with that rival we were discussing?" the doctor asked.
"Yes, I bequeathed my... mantle to him." the man answered.
"So, you won't be running for President?" the doctor questioned, confused.
"Oh no, I will be." Brian laughed.
"I'm sorry, but I'm confused. I thought you were speaking of a person whom you felt would do a better job than you for President? And that you were going to drop out of the race for him?"
"I'm afraid you've got it all wrong, doctor. Now, if you'll excuse me, the press is waiting, and I have a meeting with Bruce Wayne to get to." Brian said.
"Oh. My apologies, Bri--I mean B." the doctor frantically said.
"No worries, doctor. Anyway, so long, and I hope I can count on your vote!" Brian chuckled, leaving the office.
"Yes, of course. Bye." the doctor mumbled, lost in thought.
Many years later...
A young man dashed through the forests of an ancient land. He was of average height and build; no stronger or weaker than any other man of Eternia. Though, he was surprisingly quick on his feet. He bounded through The Evergreen Forest, bow in hand, on a wild hunt. However, playing games is what plagued his mind more than the hunt. He smiled widely, glancing back over his shoulder to see if his true prey had caught up yet.
"Adam!" a young woman shouted, only a few steps behind. "Adam, wait for me!"
"How are you to catch a deer if you cannot even catch me, Teela?" Adam, the young man, shouted back, taking cover behind a tall tree.
Teela, the young woman, came to a stop, as all was quiet in the forest. Her auburn hair glinted in what few rays of sunshine made their way through the thicket. Meanwhile, her eyes squinted and scanned for her friend. "Ad-am." she said slowly. "Come out now. My father won't be pleased if we do not return with a deer."
"There is one!" Adam cried, leaping from behind the tree and firing an arrow, which struck the ground near Teela's feet. She gasped and glared at Adam, disapprovingly.
"Games. Games. Games. Is that all boys think about?" she huffed, snatching the arrow from the ground, while Adam laughed. "I wish you would grow up and act like a m--" Teela's words were cut short by the sound of movement in nearby brush. A deer leaped away from the young couple, and Adam quickly set after it.
"Into what? A man? I am a man, Teela." he chuckled, passing her. Teela groaned and joined in the hunt.
Adam leapt over downed trees, weaving in and out briars and vines. His mind was fully concentrated on the deer, just a few feet in front of him. He barely even noticed the clearing up ahead, nor the great stone walls within the clearing. He halted at the edge of the forest, peering at the deer, now grazing peacefully. Adam readied his bow and notched an arrow, but suddenly, his eyes unfocused on his target to what sat behind it: a grand stone castle. He was entirely taken with the sight and failed to notice Teela coming up to him.
"What's that?" she asked in amazement.
"It... it's Castle Grayskull." Adam replied, somewhat at a loss for words.
Indeed, a sight to behold it was. For this was Castle Grayskull, a mystical place filled with untold secrets and treasures beyond what petty mortals dared to dream of. It's walls were high and overrun with ivy. They looked as if a simple catapult would topple them down, or even a strong gust of wind. The towers were higher yet, nearly touching with passing clouds. They were once majestic structures of an ancient time, but now were crumbling to old age and disrepair. However, the castle's main attraction was it's gate, for the skull of a demon loomed over it, baring it's teeth as a warning to those who sought admittance. The skull was massive and twice as terrifying, carved beautifully out of stone, giving the castle it's legendary name of Grayskull.
Adam and Teela forgot the deer and slowly approached what lay before them. They wandered ever closer to the castle, entranced by it's wonder. Adam was particularly hasty and failed to notice a great chasm before him. He slipped and cried out, nearly falling into the dark depths.
"Adam!" Teela shouted, grabbing his hand. She caught hold of him just before he was consumed by the misty deep. Adam regained his balance, before gazing down into the great pit, which served as a moat to the castle, as it stretched all the way around it's walls.
"Oh. I didn't see that there. Thank you, Teela." he foolishly shrugged.
"Why don't you watch where you are going next time?" she teased, somewhat angered that Adam would even let something like that happen. She didn't enjoy entertaining the thought of losing Adam. "We shouldn't be here. Let's go." she said quietly.
"I want to see more of the castle, though. Help me find a way inside!" Adam answered, ignoring Teela's wishes. He began walking along the side of the canyon, searching for a way across. "I think it's bottomless. At least, I can't see a bottom. There's too much fog down there. You know, Uncle Duncan used to tell me a story about this place. How did it go again?"
"Can we go? This place... it unsettles me. Besides, it will be dark soon. My father expects us, and he already won't be pleased with us returning deer-less." Teela warned, though she followed Adam around the castle. "He seems consumed by this place." she thought. "Boys and their castles." Teela shook her head and noticed a gleam in the distance. She spotted horses approaching from the edge of the forest. "Adam, get down! Hide!" she whispered, pulling him to the ground.
"Hey!" Adam said, startled. "What was that--" he quickly held his tongue, as he too saw the horses. Adam and Teela slowly made their way across the clearing to the surrounding woods, just as the horses reached Grayskull.
Hiding in the brush, they could see two horses with riders atop them. The horses were clad in black, as were the riders, making them hard to identify in the setting sun. One rider dismounted and approached the castle's chasm moat.
"Let's get out of here, Adam." Teela whispered.
"No. We should see who they are and what they are up to here." Adam replied "One thing is for sure, they don't look friendly." Adam clutched his bow, but it would do him no good, as dark forces crept up behind him and Teela.
"Adam, this is frightening me. If anything, we should leave now and alert my father!" she began, but heard a noise behind her and turned about. Teela was now face to face with a cloaked figure, which grabbed at her with powerful arms. She screamed and kicked away her assailant, but two more appeared. Adam whirled around and fired an arrow at the figure. It landed in the figure's chest and blood seeped onto the ground. One attacker took hold of Teela, while the other nabbed Adam's bow and snapped it over their knee. The wounded figure threw off their hood, revealing the twisted face of a man. He showed no sign of pain at the arrow sticking out from his chest and he overpowered Adam quickly.
"Take them to the master!" he shouted, shoving Adam into the clutches of another cloaked man. They all entered the clearing and marched over to the horses. The wounded man looked up at the figure still upon his horse. "We captured these two spying from within the forest, m'Lord." he said.
Adam and Teela were thrown to their knees, as if made to kneel before a king. The massive horse neighed and reared up as the rider spoke in a chilling voice. One that put the fear of death into normal men and gave nightmares to children. "Who are you?" it asked.
"I am Adam and this is my cousin Teela." Adam answered, with fear in his voice. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Who am I?" the voice questioned. "I am that which has spread a plague onto this land; that which people speak of only in hushed voices and indoors; that which has felled dragons and devils, and kings and queens. My reach is endless. It does not stop at the end of my hand, nor at the end of my sword, nor at the end of these lands. My kingdom come; my will be done, on Eternia, as it is in Heaven! In Skeletor's name you should be praying!" the voice boomed, as the man removed his hood, showing off a white, rotting skull.
For the record Belle, but I'm surprised no one has mentioned Esmeralda. She's a very sensual character, and basically most of the plot is about men wanting to do the nasty with her.
"A successor? I..." the man stammered.
"Is it so impossible to imagine?" the doctor asked.
"No, I suppose not. It's just that I've been doing this for so many years, I never thought there'd be a successor. I never thought there'd be someone who does this better than me." the man explained.
"B, it sounds to me like you've already known this, or at least considered it. Search inside yourself. Do you really want to be a guardian of Gotham forever? Maybe it's time to move on to better things." the doctor went on.
"Doctor, I think you may be right." the man replied.
Batman searched the night for signs of The Watcher. He stopped two robberies, rescued a kidnapped child, and even put an end to a prison riot. However, The Watcher was nowhere to be found.
"Who is this guy?" Batman thought. "Why haven't I heard of him before? Where is he now? And why did Brian lie about not knowing of him? I saw his face. Anyone could tell the man was lying. Surely, Gotham's longest Mayor in office would have heard something about this vigilante."
Batman drove around in the batmobile, visiting all his informants. None of them seemed to know anything, except for one homeless man, who recalled seeing a man dressed in black near where his friend lived. It was a lead; the one Batman had been looking for. He quickly searched for the man in question, finding him under one of Gotham's many bridges.
The man was old, if not ancient. His beard was untamed and wild, and he smelt. Batman took a direct approach, quickly picking him up by his collar and demanding information. "I hear you keep company even more mysterious than me. A man. Dressed in black. Goes by name of The Watcher, or Sariel. Ever heard of him?!" Batman growled.
The old man shuddered and shaked terribly. He stuttered when he spoke, "Y-y-y-yy-e-e-e-s. A f-fff-ff-f-friend."
Batman loosened his grip. He didn't want to hurt the old man. "A friend?! You do keep dangerous company. Where is he?!" Batman growled some more.
"Hhhhh-hh-h-h-h-e-e-e comes and g-g-g-g-goes. A-a-a-ahhhh-sks questions and l-l-l-l-l-ea-v-v-ves. Gives m-me f-f-food." the old man struggled to speak.
Batman set the man on his feet, but didn't let him go, as he spoke, "What questions does he ask?!"
"W-wouldn't y-ou l-l-ike to know?" the homeless man said more clearly. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he turned from a feeble old man to a strong virile man. He clapped his hands to Batman's ears, giving him a shock. Batman dropped the man, who discarded his disguise and fled into the shadows.
Batman regained his composure, seeing the rags the man was wearing the ground. He realized that this was no homeless old man, but someone much more. He took off after his foe, noticing a false beard thrown into a trash can, and a wig in the one after that. Soon, he caught sight of his prey running through a small shanty town of homeless people. Batman followed as fast as he could, and seemed to be gaining ground. He dodged cots, cats, and humans while in pursuit. He lost sight of the man and not knowing the area, found himself in a dead end alley. However, after a few moments he realized this alley was one much closer to his heart. Batman found himself walking Crime Alley, the same alley which his parents had been killed on years before. He saw the now decrepit theater from which he and his parents had exited from. He saw the spot where they had been gunned down. He saw their deaths repeating before his eyes, and he faltered.
"I'm sorry, Batman." a voice sounded. Batman recognized it as The Watcher's. "I did not mean for this to happen."
"For what?" Batman cried into the night, looking around frantically.
"For many things. I'm sorry that you've become what you are. I'm sorry that I couldn't stop it." The Watcher said, true remorse filling his voice.
"And what about what you've become?" shouted Batman.
"I care not for myself, but I'm sorry to see you following in my footsteps." he quietly admitted.
"In your footsteps?" Batman asked in a low voice.
"Bruce, did you really think you were Gotham's first protector?" The Watcher questioned.
Batman's head spun. "How does he know Batman is Bruce Wayne?!" he thought. Batman fell to his knees, overwhelmed in what had transpired. The Watcher slowly emerged from his hiding spot, and walked towards Batman from behind. He put his hand on Batman's shoulder and said, "Bruce, I'm sorry I let them die."
Rated T. I do not own the rights nor did I create the character of He-Man or any other character appearing in this fan-fic.
"Once upon a time: there were two brothers. Both ruled as Kings of Eternia, our beloved land, from The Royal Palace. Each possessed a magic sword, which granted them the right to rule. One brother, King Randor, was benevolent; a kind and fair ruler. However, the other brother, King Keldor, was cruel and cunning; a rash and iron-fisted ruler. Together, they brought balance to the land, as long as one did not become more powerful than the other. Of course, this balance was not destined to last, as King Keldor grew jealous of his brother's happiness. For you see, King Randor had a beautiful and loving wife, and with her he begat an adorable son. King Keldor was a lonely man, who could not see the error in his ways. His malicious temperament kept him from ever loving and from ever being loved, and as such, his anger grew. He felt his brother did not deserve such treasures and began a plot to overthrow him. However, his brother discovered the plot, and instead of executing Keldor, he banished him to Snake Mountain. There Keldor brooded and amassed his power, until one day he returned to The Royal Palace with a grand army. A bloody battle ensued, and it seemed Keldor emerged as the victor, as he mortally wounded his brother in combat. Yet, Randor managed to escape with his wife and child to the mysterious Castle Grayskull. Once there, the dying king pleaded with the Sorceress of Grayskull to allow them admittance, but the Sorceress had learned not to trust man, and remained silent. The forces of Keldor drew near and Randor became desperate to protect his family and kingdom from evil's clutches. With the last of his strength, he cast his magic sword into the bottomless trench that surrounds Castle Grayskull. He bade Keldor to spare his family and offered his life in exchange for theirs. Keldor agreed and beheaded the king with his sword. However, Keldor was not a man of his word and attacked the Queen and her son. Queen Marlena was brave and threw herself in front of Keldor's sword, to shield her baby. Covered in the blood of his family, Keldor's rage would not subside as he raised his sword to the helpless boy. Watching from Castle Grayskull, the Sorceress realized her terrible mistake and flew to the child's aide. In a rare use of her powers she cast a mighty spell at Keldor, horribly wounding him. The Sorceress retreated into the castle with the boy, leaving Keldor to his defeat. The kingdom had lost both it's rulers, as Keldor vanished to Snake Mountain, vowing that he would have his revenge upon the Sorceress and learn the secrets of Castle Grayskull." an aging man told.
"That's my favorite story, Uncle Duncan." a young boy said.
"I know it is, Adam, but it's time for bed now. See, Teela is already asleep." Duncan commanded, pointing to a girl asleep in her bed.
"Oh, alright. Uncle, whatever happened to the boy in the story?" Adam asked, climbing into bed and rubbing his eyes.
"That boy survived those terrible times, and he's growing up here in Eternia." Duncan answered, tucking young Adam in.
Adam yawned and said before drifting off into slumber, "I hope he grows up to be a man. I hope he grows up to be a king."
Duncan chuckled quietly, "I have a feeling he might."