Thread: Kinda here.

RE Let's go treasure hunting! Now with a plot idea. Idea One For this intro a twenty-three year old Billy Batson is let out of prison ten years after his incarceration. As far as where you would fit in the plot you could play a superhero trying to convince him to take up the good fight once more. Perhaps you just want to be a hero and you just want some guidance. Maybe you have nothing to do with that part of the world and are just a neighbor or even his attorney. He didn't look well. A man in his late twenties stood before a mirror in a bare bedroom with his shirt tossed on the floor beside him. Dark stubble covered his scalp and his once sky blue eyes were dull. His skin was pale and marred with scars from constant interactions with violence. A few burns, a couple of slashes and two scars that were no doubt self inflicted. No short sleeves. It wasn't a voice that saw constant use, best described as a harsh whisper. The kind used on a stage, all conspiratorial and meant to be heard. That was probably the best part about prison. While he hated not being able to make any decisions for himself at first it soon became a comfort. Without choices it was easier to just let the world pass him by. He went were they told him to go, did as instructed and most important of all he kept his mouth shut. Now he would have to buy his own clothing, something that hid how poorly he ate the last ten years, and decide how he would spend his time. That was the scariest part. It was a simple question What are you doing today? It filled him with dread. After spending ten years locked up in a solitary cell he dreaded the ability to go out and see the world himself. When the truth that he had been framed came out he would not see anyone. For three weeks straight he refused to see the state appointed attorney that came to see him. That was until the warden came by and explained that the process to see him released had already been started and he would be out of Belle Reve in a matter of days whether he liked it or not. After forcing a promise out of him to stay our of trouble William Joseph Batson finally agreed to meet with his lawyer. Three days later he was released with a sum of money that the state had offered to avoid a lawsuit. His lawyer wanted to refuse on the grounds that they could easily push for more, but Batson accepted the offer. It turned out that Doctor Sivana had confessed to the whole thing on his death bed. Time had finally caught up with the super villain and he had needed to mock and shame the world one last time. The weapon of choice in that instance had been the truth. He had killed the boys uncle and had controlled the minds of several key persons the the Fawcett City Police Department to make sure that the case against his teenage archenemy would be strong as possible. The deception had gone off without a hitch and not even his super power allies had been able to prove him innocent. No, the boy grew into a man behind bars and would not know freedom until he had no chance at revenge. Not that he wanted any, or at least he didn't think he did. The opportunity had passed and he would never know for himself. With a heart full of trepidation he dressed once more and left his second floor apartment and was out on the streets of Gotham. He lacked the courage to go back to Fawcett City and knew that no one would come to Gotham to find him without clearing it with the Bat. He hoped that the Batman would know well enough that he had come to his city to hide from the world. Just another face wandering the dismal streets of the city hoping to be lost and forgotten.