Owlman Chapter II

[Foley]

Journal Entry #39

Dad always had a saying that he would beat over my head with growing up, "Always expect the unexpected." When the almost-famous Mr. America had me in a choke hold with his whip, I have to admit I wasn't expecting anything like the situation I found myself in. Of course I remembered then over thing dear ol' Dad used to beat to death. "Always be prepared." Thanks to AP, I definately prepared for a situation like this.

Black motes started to swim in the corners of Owlman's vision, the whip was starting to cut off the oxygen to his brain. Reaching up he grabbed the Mr. America's shoulders and triggered the taser jolt wired into his gloves sending Mr. America realling back slightly. More importantly it caused the whip to loosen. Scrambling back himself, Owlman pulled the whip free and took a fighting stance.

"Mr. America, I presume." He sneered, "Think we should talk."

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"Talk to this!" Mr. America growled and with a flick of his wrist he sent his whip into motion. Instead of wrapping around Owlman's neck, as it did before, a jagged streak of lighting crackled as it zingged through the air at him.

A moment of surprise turned to action as the cowled hero managed to flip out of the way before getting zapped. "Nice trick." he said once he was on his feet again.

"Thanks," Mr America replied, "Mr. Terrific designed it for me."

"Mr. America, Mr. Terrific," Owlman sneered as the two men circled each other on the rooftop, "What is this...polite society?"

"Well the Justice Society is something of polite group," amswered Mr.America. Owlman noticed slight movement in his whip arm, his opponent was prepareing another attack.

"The JSA? Name dropping now?" Owlman asked as he used his flowing cape to hide his own hand movements as he reached into his utilty belt. "Should I be impressed?"

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"I was," replied Mr. America as he sent the whip out once again. Only this time it was meet with a pair of Owlman's throwing 'rangs, neatly deflecting the cape and allowing the cowled masked man to follow up with a roundhouse punch to America's square jaw knocking him to the rooftop.

"I'm not the one your looking for!" Owlman growled as he planted both his knees on his opponet's chest to keep him from getting back up on his feet. "I'm here for the same reason as you...to find out who this nut is and to find out why he is in my city."

Mr. America struggled to get up as much as he struggled to fill his lungs with air to replaced what had been knocked out of him. "If your not the guy leaving me bloody notes," he gasped out, "then who is?"

"That would be me," came a youthful voice from across the roof.