Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29739190-20170211134406/@comment-26892768-20170217002619

Crow feels a buzzing in his ear. He groans, knowing very well what it is. The buzzing would happen to be an ear-piece he invented, due to his helmet getting lost after the Doom Howitzer exploded. And only one person could possibly call Crow...

"What is it, Becky?" Crow asks, not because he's curious, but rather to delay the inevitable. He does have to go back to the Sovereign at some point, after all - but the view is so nice...

"Sir, I found something that will put us back on the radar." That gets Crow's attention. After planning to take over the world, nearly succeeding, only to end up saving the world instead, Crow has been on an unofficial "vacation".

"Well, I suppose it's around time for me to make a comeback. What'cha got for me?" Crow asks. Now, if one knew what had recently happened between Crow and his secretary, they would probably be wondering how Crow has forgiven her so easily. After all, she had delibrately injured him after he hesitated to activate the Doom Howitzer and took over it herself. But, in Crow's eyes, that's just dedication to the plan - not to mention, it was a good double cross. Besides, he had docked her pay.

"Have you ever heard of Bruce Wayne?" Becky inquires.

"No. Is he royalty or something?" Crow asks. A legitimate question, as a good chunk of his business is kidnapping princesses. And princes, too, of course.

"He is not. However, with the money he is worth, he should be. I've done some calculations to translate his local currency to Lucre, and his total worth is..."

Crow's eyes widen as Becky tells him the exact amount that Bruce Wayne is worth. And that is a lot of Lucre.

"...Okay. Wow. That is...yeah, I might just give you a raise for this after we kidnap this rich scmuck." Crow's mind is filled with the sweet sound of cash registers. "Noted. However, I must warn you: there is a formidable hero there. A superhero in a black cape known as Batman."

"Oh, great. Does that mean I'm going to have to intrude on another villain's turf, then?" Crow groans.

"Not at all, sir. I've run background checks; none of the villains in Gotham City are signed up for the Syndicate, nor are they aware that it exists. As far as I can tell, they mostly do petty crimes. Furthermore, there is no royalty there either."

Crow's silent for a moment, the gears turning in his mind. "...And if they aren't aware of that, Batman probably isn't aware of that organization for heroes...Becky, that potential raise is getting higher by the minute."

"Also noted."

"Needless to say, you've convinced me. Fly the Sovereign over here." Crow orders.

"One step ahead of you, sir." Crow then notices the familiar roar of a jet engine, looks up, and grins. A rope ladder is lowered from the Sovereign, and he climbs aboard. And as he heads for the deck, Becky approaches him.

"Sir, wait. If you're going to make a comeback, you're going to need this." She holds out a large, purple helmet with two headlights.

"A new helmet! Neat! Looks just like the original!" Crow takes it and tries it on.

"Not a new helmet, sir. I actually went to the site of the Doom Howitzer. I managed to find your helmet a few miles away."

Crow stops, and takes a closer look at the helmet for a moment, and realizes that Becky's telling the truth. There are some scuff marks here and there, and one of the headlights happens to be cracked. He looks up.

"...You really want that raise, don't you?" Crow states.

"Is it that obvious, sir?" Becky asks, clearly trying to surpress some sort of emotion.

Crow nods...and then grins. "Well, I'm not complaining! Keep sucking up to me all you want, Becky! As far as I'm concerned, you are earning that raise!"

With that settled, Crow rides up the elevator to the steering wheel, and punches it. Surprisingly, this somehow gets the ship to turn around.

And so, the Sovereign heads for Gotham at speeds only made possible by the resident evil genius.