rough draft, very rough draft, any suggestions
 welcome.

Well, you did say ANY suggestions...
  

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 Part 2: Mad Machine
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Little tribute to the Replicants, eh?
  

 clowntime is over
 time to take over
 while others just talk and talk
 somebody's watching where the others don't walk
 clowntime is over
 
 - Elvis Costello, "Clowntime is Over".
 

Now THAT is a quote worthy of Mike Loader.
  

 [Gotham, November 2012]
 
 Hanging by a grappling line, attached to a zepplin, flying
 through downtown Gotham, minutes away from the bay.
 
 He was too old for this.

*Ahem* Been re-reading "The Dark Knight Returns," now have we?
  

 The Joker's dirigibles were all far out to sea now, where
 their deadly cargo of toxin would affect nothing.
 
 And now there was one last thing to do, one final act.
 
 Stop the Joker.  Once and for all.
 
 For Tim.

There's no Jason Todd in the animated series, so you're going with Tim, eh?

Once again, this is STRAIGHT from Dark Knight Returns.

 -WHAM-
 
 The Joker reeled back, his nose bloodied, and fell flat on
 his back in the zepplin's tiny cabin.  Batman quickly
 followed.

Change the zeppelin to a chopper, and you've got an almost exact replica of
the final page of "A Death in the Family" 
    

 She stared at the pier for a while, looking with a
 contemplative expression, then steered the small craft back
 to the dock at the other side of the bay.  Sylia had
 wondered how a normal tourist went about things, and figured
 this was her chance to find out.
 
 Besides, she was curious about the Batman.
 
 The two shared a bond, she liked to think. Vigilantes, both
 of them... hunted by the police as well as the criminals.

The Knight Sabers, as far as I can tell, have no arrest warrants out, and the
ADP has made no effort at all to track them down.

Similarily, Batman was RARELY opposed by the Gotham Police.
  

 Hmmm...
 
 She paused in thought for a moment. The Batman eventually
 formed an informal alliance with the police;  could the same
 thing be happening now with the AD Police?

There was nothing 'eventual' about it. Batman began working with James Gordon
within a few months of his first appearence. And the relationship was
considerably beyond informal.
  

 For a moment, she wondered how a 'Knightsignal' would look
 like.  A big KS in the sky?

Nah. They'd go with a silhouette of the helmet. ^_^
  

 She smirked and shook her head.  Ridiculous.  Then she
 sighed.
 
 Sylia hoped things were quiet in MegaTokyo.
 
 :)
 
 The dead technican, found in the elevator two days ago, had
 everyone on edge.  An autopsy found that his brain chemistry
 had been drastically altered, causing the terrible grin on
 his dead face.
 
 It was Momus.
 
 It had to be.
 
 ednote: explain why Momus not offline yet.

Because you need a deus ex machina? ;)
  

 [Chairman Quincy's Office]
 
 There were a hundred different television stations on, but
 nothing to watch.  The news of the world, displayed on a
 hundred seperate monitors in the wall of his office, was
 proceeding as he'd planned it.
 
 Mostly.
 
 There was that irritating matter of the New OPEC Alliance
 which was bound to be trouble later.  They were gaining
 momentum in the Antarctic war.  Nothing too serious yet, but
 something to keep an eye on.

Now this wouldn't be foreshadowing, now would it?

Good ol Ra's. Can't keep a good immortal eco-terrorist down, nuh-uh.
  

 Quincy nodded.  "Good, good.  Have you gotten any
 information from the construction crews?"
 
 //They were mostly boomer, sir, and their memory has been
 wiped from regular maintenance.  The only people on the job
 swear they weren't aware of the changes.//
 
 "Where are they?"
 
 //Interrogation section 4.//
 
 "Keep them there another day.  Anything else of note?"
 
 //Yes sir.  Genom Tower Chicago has found a chamber similar
 to ours, except it has only an incomplete unit within.//
 
 "Not surprising.  Mason always did have a backup plan."

Genom Chicago was fried by Largo. The Tower as it existed during Mason's time
would be nonexistent in 2035, replaced by a brand-new facility.
  

 // o/~ Body!  Wanna feeeel my bo-dy? o/~ //
 // o/~ Body!  Such a thriiiiill my bo-dy! o/~ //
 // o/~ Body!  It's too much my bo-dy! o/~ //

Now THIS song I know.
  

 The Genom Development Center exploded.
 
 One minute it was there, the next it was a lot of airborn
 steel and concrete.  The shockwave lashed out violently,
 shattering windows and setting off car alarms.  Madigan's
 ears rang from the shockwave, setting her head spinning. She
 ducked as a chunk of concrete flew at her car and slammed
 into the windshield.
 
 She stayed ducked under the dashboard for a few seconds
 more, her hearing recovering with each passing second, then
 peered over the dashboard cautiously.
 
 The Genom Deveopment Center was no more, replaced by a
 funeral pyre whose flames raked the stormclouds above.

Thnaks for not using the particle-beam laser sats. It's been done to death.
I'd be interested to find out how the Jokester survived that, though; a
Largobody (I assume that's what he downloaded into) isn't THAT tough.
  

 Sylia took a deep breath to get herself motivated, then
 stood up.  Time to rise and shine, et-cetera et-cetera.
 Lots to do today, and there was one corporate entity left on
 the list to check.
 
 It was the company that bought Gothcorp, heartless betrayer
 of Victor "Dr. Freeze" Fries.

MR. Freeze. It's MR. Freeze, not Doctor.
  

 It was the company that bought Cybertron Labs, the research
 corporation that funded Karl Rossum, godfather of boomer
 technology.
 
 Wayne Enterprises.

WayneTECH Enterprises. If this is the animated series, it's Waynetech. It's
only plain-old Wayne Enterprises in the comics.
  

 :)
 
 [MegaTokyo, Industrial Sector]
 
 Life was always funny.
 
 Except now, he could tell jokes in Japanese.  That was okay,
 though.  In fact it was neato!  Now he could get sushi more
 often!
 
 He liked fish.
 
 This place certainly wasn't home.  Oh, it was every bit as
 dark and large and infested with wretched wastes of human
 life, but this was not home.
 
 Home.
 
 He knew the state of things at home.  He was crazy, but he
 wasn't stupid.  He'd done a check on the net, checked
 history files, looked at the old newspaper clippings.
 
 There seemed to be no doubt about it.
 
 Darling Batsy was gone!

He's forgetting one of the primary rules of superhero death scenes: no body,
no death. Even if there IS a body, you can never be sure.
  
Nice story you got going here. I personally cannot wait to see what direction
you run with it; a boomer-ized Joker and what he could do is a VERY scary
thought.

I'm also hoping to see Leon whip out his battlemover and kick a little more
ass. ^_^  But that's just me.

-Mercutio
"A plague 'a both your houses!"