Why did I do this? Why not? I mean I can just vaporize the planet, that’s where my stuff is.
STAR Labs always had a certain charm.
Not the kind of charm people usually associate with Gotham. No gargoyles. No hidden vaults. No ancient jewels waiting behind a velvet rope while some wealthy collector pretends they deserve to own a piece of history.
No, STAR Labs was different.
It was cleaner. Brighter. Full of people who genuinely believed they were making the world better.
Which, honestly, made breaking in a little harder.
And a lot more fun.
I crouched on the edge of the ventilation shaft, looking down into the laboratory below. Scientists moved between stations, arguing over numbers on screens and scribbling notes they probably thought nobody else would ever see. Security cameras swept across the room in slow, predictable patterns.
Predictable was always the problem.
Everyone thinks better security means more locks, more cameras, more guards. Nobody ever thinks about the person who gets past all of that.
I dropped silently to the floor behind a row of equipment, adjusting my gloves as I glanced around the lab.
“Cute,” I muttered.
The place was practically a playground for anyone with a little curiosity and a questionable sense of personal boundaries.
My eyes moved over the various experiments until they landed on the containment chamber near the back. Unlike everything else in the room, that little vial had an entire section dedicated to keeping it untouched.
Which usually meant one thing.
Someone really didn’t want anyone touching it.
And that usually meant I wanted to know why.
I made my way over, fingers brushing across the glass as I studied the security system. It wasn't bad. I’d give them that. STAR Labs didn’t survive this long by being careless.
But they had built a cage.
And cages are made to be opened.
A few careful movements later, the containment unit gave a quiet click.
I smiled.
“Thank you.”
I lifted the vial carefully, turning it between my fingers. No flashy diamonds. No priceless artifacts. Just a tiny piece of glass holding something important enough that someone had gone through a lot of trouble to hide it away.
Those were always the interesting ones.
The alarms started almost immediately.
I looked up at the flashing red lights, unimpressed.
“Really? That’s what you went with?”
Footsteps echoed from the hallway.
I tucked the vial safely away and grabbed my whip, already moving before the security team reached the door.
The first guard came around the corner just in time to see me swing across the room.
I gave him a little wave.
“Sorry. I would love to stay and chat, but I’m borrowing something.”
A pause.
“Besides, you really should stop leaving the interesting things where curious people can find them.”
The skylight above shattered as I launched upward, disappearing into the night with my prize secured.
They’d call it a theft.
They’d call it a breach.
They’d probably call Batman.
But I knew the truth.
Sometimes the things people hide away aren’t the things that need protecting.
Sometimes they’re the things that need finding.
I'm gonna be blunt. My great aunt Who I am close with she is 86. she has stage four kidney cancer. she is going to deny treatment meaning she has 6 months to live. I need a break as I feel no desire to rp during this time. I also play warlock so you won't see him while I am on break as well
damien was running home his body close to collapsing another day being in the league meant another chance to prove himself
‘humiliation’ he said ‘always’
he saw thw lights on and slowed looking in at a house and seeing people who were laughing
‘weak’ he thought as he ran home and he sees a light on “…?” He couldn’t do much but he just collapsed and he couldn’t move his back all scarred up from his mother
’…. Hate you guys can’t call for help it’s weak…’ he thinks as he drags himself to the bathtub blood leading there
His vision got blurry as he started to loose blood more
‘……brother??? Where are you, and who’s in my room?’
”must….” He pushed himself. ”get” harder “up” he stood as he walks out of the bathroom and he groans as he went to the living room and he holds his sword but he collapsed onto the and continued to bleed
AZRAEL IN ALL HIS ANIMATED GLORY!
Hey! D20 Culture here.
Since we’re working on Justice League Unlimited: The Roleplaying Game, we’ve been thinking a lot about something people in DC RP spaces probably deal with all the time:
What makes an original character feel like they actually belong in DC?
Because, to us, it’s not just about the powers:
A DC character usually works because there’s a strong dramatic question behind them.
Batman is not interesting because he has gadgets.
Superman is not interesting because he is strong.
Wonder Woman is not interesting because she can fight gods.
Green Arrow is not interesting because he has arrows.
They work because each of them carries a specific idea of justice, a symbol, a wound, a worldview and a line they either won’t cross or are constantly being tempted to cross.
That’s the part we find really important for roleplay.
For an OC to feel like DC, we think they need more than a cool suit and a good power set. They need a reason to exist in the universe:
A city that shaped them.
A cause they can’t walk away from.
A villain who proves their worst fear right.
A legacy they accept, reject, or accidentally inherit.
A moral line that becomes inconvenient the moment the story gets good.
That’s also a big part of what we’re building into JLU RPG: creating your own Hero as someone with an Origin, an Archetype, Limitations, ideals, relationships and a reason to answer the call when the League needs more than just raw power.
So I wanted to ask the RP crowd:
When you create a DC OC, what comes first for you?
And what makes you look at someone else’s OC and think, “yeah, this feels like they could actually exist in DC”?
The pre-campaign is here too, in case anyone wants to check out what we’re building:
https://gamefound.com/pt/projects/d20-culture/dc-justice-league-unlimited-roleplaying-game
