20114/Rise of the Frost Pharaoh

Rise of the Frost Pharaoh
Date of Scene:	25 February 2025
Location:	Gotham Museum of Antiquities
Synopsis:	When the Gotham Museum of Antiquities is raided by Frost Pharaoh, Detective Chimp and his companions Jason, Barbara, Kate and Miles, save the day! He was not an ice guy, and his chilly reception had the ice broken.
Cast of Characters:	Miles Morales, Detective Chimp, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Kate Kane

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Miles Morales has posed:
The Gotham Museum of Antiquities stands as a grand testament to the city's rich and often mysterious history, housing a vast collection of artifacts from across the ages. Its towering neoclassical facade, adorned with stone gargoyles and intricate friezes, looms over Gotham's cultural district, a beacon for scholars, collectors, and the curious alike. Inside, dimly lit halls echo with the whispers of the past, displaying everything from ancient Egyptian relics and Grecian urns to enigmatic objects linked to Gotham's own shadowed lore.

A centerpiece of the museum is the Wayne Wing, featuring artifacts recovered from the city's colonial roots, including items connected to the Court of Owls and other secretive societies. Other exhibits boast treasures of the lost and the arcane-- tomes rumored to contain forbidden knowledge, unearthed artifacts that defy explanation, and even relics tied to Gotham's most infamous figures.

The Museum buzzes with anticipation as the final preparations for the grand opening of the Egyptian Exhibit fell into place. The newly unveiled collection spanned the grand hall, bathed in warm golden light that flickered against ancient stone tablets, delicate amulets, and towering sarcophagi. Glass cases lined the room, each displaying relics inscribed with hieroglyphs, their meaning lost to time yet commanding reverence. The crown jewel of the exhibit: a newly unearthed sarcophagus, its gilded surface shimmering beneath the chandeliers-stood at the center, drawing eager eyes like a magnet.

Guests weave between the exhibits, murmuring in hushed tones as scholars and enthusiasts speculate about the mysteries these relics hold. The scent of aged papyrus and carefully preserved linen mingles with the faint aroma of polished marble. Scholars and museum patrons murmured in excitement, some leaning in to decipher ancient inscriptions, others debating theories about the mysterious tomb recently added to the collection. The atmosphere felt almost electric, charged with the weight of history and the thrill of discovery.

Museum staff, clad in crisp uniforms, adjust last-minute details, ensuring every display is perfect for the evening's unveiling. As it is an informal opening, with the official grand opening ball to be held this weekend, the dress is business casual. This is just a dress rehearsal.

Among the crowd, Miles Morales moved with quiet curiosity, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. He wasn't here just for the history-though he had to admit, the artifacts were pretty cool. His physics teacher had promised extra credit to any student who attended the opening and brought back a ticket stub as proof. Easy points.

He exhales, bouncing slightly on his heels. "Alright, got the ticket, check out some cool old stuff, grab a selfie as proof I was here, and then I'm out," he mutters under his breath. But as he steps deeper into the exhibit, something, perhaps the weight of history, or maybe just an overactive Spidey-sense-makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Taking one last puff of his cigarette before flicking it onto the marble steps, Detective Chimp exhales warm plumes of smoke from his nostrils right before reaching for the door of the Gotham Museum of Antiquities. With his deerstalker cap pulled low over his brow, he saunters past the dilliers and the dalliers with the confidence of a much taller chimp on a much more important mission. He pays little attention to the gasps and stunned looks from the various museum patrons, moving through the crowd like someone who is either too weary of the world to notice, or too hungover to pay attention. But then, he's used to being gawked at when he goes in public. It's not easy being a local celebrity and global sex symbol.

Reaching into the pocket of his tweed jacket, he produces a leather wallet that is noticeably thin, as if the winter has been an especially lean one. For though the billboard next to the Interplanetary House of Waffles is good for a chuckle, and brings in a steady stream of clients, it does not guarantee that any of said clients will actually pay when the bill is due. The life of a private investigator is notoriously hand to mouth. At least it is for the private investigators who are also paranormal investigators, and chimps.

"One ticket. Senior rate."

The attendant taking the funds simply points at the large transparent collection receptacle, where hundreds of bills of various denominations can be seen. Right on the side of the box it says 'Suggested Donation: 15 Dollars.'

"That's just a suggestion, right?"

The attendant looks a bit embarrassed for the chimp for even asking such a question.

After dropping seven dollars into the box, the well-dressed private eye makes his way toward the exhibit, before the attendant stops him.

"Hey... I know you. You're Detective Chimp, right?"

Crinkling up his forehead, the Chimp Detective gives a bemused smile.

"Hell of a guess, pal. Sounds like YOU'RE the one who should be the detective."

The attendant beams the rest of the day, while the Detective consults his notebook.

"If the portents can be trusted... it's either today, or next Thursday. Hope it's today, or I'll have to come up with another seven bucks."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Sometimes events came to Gotham City that actually did inspire Barbara Gordon to go out as Barbara Gordon, and not as her alternative persona. Sure, she liked her alternative persona a lot more than she liked Barbara Gordon, but she wasn't crazy. She knew she had to play the part of a normal citizen now and then, and sometimes indulge in the things that actually did trigger some child-like joy within her heart.

A Pharoah exhibit at the museum? She had tickets bought for a number of her friends and family, though she figured most of them would rather just go back to stalking around in the alleys, than join her here tonight. Jason? He had been drawn in to it, irregardless of his wish for his personal evening.

Thus, the fiery haired redhead of which was known for Gordon Green Energy within the city, made her way through the museum proper. Dressed in black, with her autumnal locks wrapped in intricate braids around the crown of her head, made for the most exciting of artifacts on display tonight. She wore a black dress, black framed glasses, and heels that carried her up from her natural height by a couple of inches. "This is amazing." She quietly said, as she took in the exhibit as paced and slowly as she could force herself to.

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd didn't draw the short straw to be the Token Wayne Family representative for this event. He wasn't sure who had but he knew it wasn't him. All the same, he rolled up outside the museum in his red '69 Mustang, the motor rumbling quietly. Getting out, he moved around to the passenger side, to get the door for Barbara and then the two made their way inside to the gathering audience waiting for the event to begin.

Dressed casually but still appropriate (for him) to attend an event, he's wearing a blue button up shirt tucked into black cargo pants and black boots, a brown leather jacket worn over it all, he glanced to Barbara and offered a lopsided smile.

"Yeah, it is pretty impressive. But I dunno. What do you figure? The mummy is going to jump out when they open it? We should have smuggled Church with us just in case.." he muttered regretfully at his oversight. Because everyone knows that a desiccated mummy is afraid of cats until he gets fully restored. It worked for Brendan Fraser.

Miles Morales has posed:
The excited hum of the museum crowd falls into an uneasy murmur as the grand doors of the Egyptian Exhibit burst open, a sudden chill sweeping through the air. From the entrance strides a striking figure. Youthful, his golden hair gleaming beneath an ornate headdress, piercing blue eyes scanning the room with imperious command. His bronzed skin contrasted sharply with the icy aura that seemed to cling to him, his chest bare save for intricate golden adornments. Flowing desert-colored pants trailed behind him, and in his grip, a staff topped with an Egyptian eagle glowed with an eerie frost-blue light.

Behind him, a group of Ankh-Colytes, armored figures with gilded masks and chilling auras wrapped in mummy cloth, followed in silent, disciplined formation of ten. The nearest museum guard stepped forward, hand moving toward his radio, only for Frost Pharaoh to level his staff at him. A sudden blast of crystalline ice erupted from the staff's tip, encasing the man in a jagged, gleaming prison of frost before he could react.

Gasps filled the air as visitors stumbled back in horror.

"Hear me, people of Gotham!" Frost Pharaoh's voice rang out, a rich, commanding baritone. "I have come for the Tome of Horay Horrors, which is hidden in this palace of baubles! Present the tome to me and kneel, and I shall spare your lives! Resist me, and you will join the guard in my chilly reception!" He lifted his staff, ice crackling along the floor beneath him as the temperature plummeted. "So proclaims... the Frost Pharaoh!"

Miles Morales stiffened near one of the glass cases, his fingers instinctively tightening around the crumpled ticket stub in his pocket. He'd come here for extra credit-not a supervillain attack. His stomach twisted as he glanced at the frozen guard, realization sinking in fast. Yeah. This was bad.

But as much as his Spidey-Sense tingled, warning him of the danger, Miles hesitated. He wasn't really in this fight... was he?

And yet, as the Ankh-Colytes moved to secure the room, sealing off exits with icy barriers, Miles exhaled sharply.

"Aw, man," he muttered under his breath. Looks like he was in it after all.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Although he certainly smells like it, Detective Chimp doesn't spend absolutely all of his time getting blackout drunk. And having spent the past sixty years or so in Gotham, the occasional sober trip to the Museum of Antiquities has occurred, leaving him a bit less impressed with the various exhibits than most other people in his height range. Of course, prior to the arrival of a certain chilly monarch, the chimp IS the most impressive exhibit to most of the people in his height range.

Consulting his leather-bound notebook, which is crammed full of things like photographs, drawings, tickets, and maps, the Detective seems to be doing some rough math as he walks past a statuette of Amun. It looks like it might be worth a pretty penny, if someone were to melt it down. But he's not quite broke enough to be entertaining such thoughts just yet. Looking at his knockoff Timex, the Chimp looks back toward the entrance as his stomach growls loudly.

Just in time to see the Frost Pharoah burst in with his retinue.

"Sonova... I thought for sure the portents said I'd have time to grab a hot dog first. I gotta get a better portent guy."

Taking a quick step to his left, Detective Chimp hides behind the nearest available person who's taller than three and a half feet tall. It turns out to be easy to find someone matching that description.

The kid that he's hiding behind looks at DC, a bit confused. "Are you gonna fight that guy?"

The Chimp just shrugs his shoulders. "Come on kid... don't be a dick."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Barbara was taking some pictures with her fancy Wayne Tech phone, when she smirked at what Jason had said about the Pharaoh. She glanced over at him, and shook her head. "Stop trying to turn this in to some silly Saturday morning cartoon fantasy." She chided him, before she noticed a small hairy Chimp across the room. "Oh, Bob is here." She quietly said, before she mentally reminded herself that the Detective had only ever seen her as Batgirl, and thus she probably should leave it be as such. The life of someone with multiple personas, and multiple lives.

"Come on, I want to see the main sarcophagus, and get a few pics up on my..." The sounds of something untoward breaking out caused the redhead to stop speaking, and instead turn her eyes toward the sounds of shouting.

"Look what you've willed in to existence..." Babs said, a sideways look given to her partner in stopping crime. She exhaled softly, and shook her head, as she looked down at her phone, and immediately had it calling in Bat-drones to sweep toward the building from outside. Somewhere out there, the drones were already detaching from the GGE Blimp gondola, and sweeping their way down toward the city center below.

"This is why I hate going anywhere without my stuff!" Babs whispered loudly in to Jason's ear, as she was clearly tensed up, though not fleeing, or hiding like so many other guests to the event were already in the process of doing.

Jason Todd has posed:
Jason Todd moved along with Barbar, offering his arm to the stunning redhead. "Barb? This is Gotham City. I don't -have- to try to make things into a Saturday Morning cartoon. It happens with or without me" he retorts.

Looking over at 'Bob' he considers. "That's.. the guy from the other night? Rooftop with your dad?" he tries to clarify.

"What the Lady wants, the Lady gets" he confirms with a smile. And then It Happens.

"Me!?" he whispers vehemently back at Barbara. "I can't help it if I know how this shit works!" he fires back at her. There's no anger between the two of them, it's purely the banter of two people who know each other really well. It's that or they're just bickering like an old married couple.

He nods to her, "I know." He glances down. "That's why I, uh, skipped the tux shop for tonight. You've got backup on the way?" he confirms rather than questions, because he does know her.

"Can you make sure no one -else- does anything stupid? I know a guy who's got a date with Frozone over there" he notes as he disappears to a corner. Slipping behind a large stone covered with hieroglyphics, he shrugs his jacket off and rips the blue shirt off to reveal a red layer underneath with a black Bat symbol on the chest and a full gun rig harness that was hidden under the leather. Shrugging the leather back on and pulling out a fabric Red Hood mask..

Red Hood emerges from behind the stone slab with pistols in hand and makes his way closer to the nearest Ankh-olyte, eyes narrowed. He is peeved.

Miles Morales has posed:
Frost Pharaoh strode confidently towards the main sarcophagus, "My prize is close at hand!" he starts to say, turning towards the group of school children, but missing the Chimp that is hiding out behind them. Which is probably a good thing. "I care not for your valuables - or what you assume is valuable. Useless trinkets before a pharaoh." he declares as he passes by Barbara, eyeing the pair of them for a moment as he continues.

A case next to the much more valuable coffin holds a set of scrolls that are encased in golden, bejeweled tubes. "This is them! With these, I will rule the world." His eyes gleam with malicious mischief as he ignores his surroundings and moves to open the case.

Only to find that there is a blob of sticky black residue that is holding it steadfastly closed. "What is this GUNK?!" the Paraoh howls as he pulls at the opening again to try to force it open. It doesn't budge.

Off to the side, standing behind a display piece, Miles lowers his hand, tucking his webslinger back into the sleeve of his hoodie. He needs to find a place to change, or a disguise of some kind.

A couple of the Anhk-Colytes start making their way over to their Pharaoh, ready to smash the case open to get to the contents within.

But that is when Red Hood shows up. The first Anhk-colyte he is approaching turns and noticing what he's wearing, snarls. "We have a smartass thinking he's a vigilante over here!" With that, he's moving towards Red Hood, ready to brawl -- and only just then notices the pistols the man's brandishing as he brings up his armored gauntlets to protect himself.

Frost Pharaoh turns towards the commotion. "Move out of the way!" he yells at his subordinate, but he doesn't have a clear line of sight on Jason.

Detective Chimp has posed:
There's a slow, deep inhalation, followed by a long, heavy sigh. With his eyes closed, Detective Chimp reluctantly steps out from behind the kid, and does a half turn so that he's facing the Frost Pharoah. The kid probably wouldn't have done a great job blocking ice blasts anyway, so perhaps it's better to go ahead and get out in the open. Of course, almost immediately the kid hides behind its dad, so... maybe let's not all pile onto Detective Chimp with the judgment right now, lest we be hypocritical.

With his blatantly Sherlock Holmes inspired getup, DC certainly looks knowledgeable, but not necessarily like an expert on the Tome of Hoary Horrors, which is presumably a somewhat niche specialization at Gotham City Community College. His voice is raspy and a little brash, full of smoker's phlegm and a lifetime of regret. Looking at the Frost Pharoah through eyes that are a little bleary, and a little bloodshot, he lifts a hairy hand to get his attention.

"Uh... hey there pal... couldn't help but notice your box is all sticky. Now, it's possible you might not know me... but I bet if you ask anyone around here, they'll tell you that Detective Chimp knows his way around a sticky box."

Reaching into his pocket, he takes a cigarette from the pack and lets it dangle from his lower lip while he lights it with a Zippo from the 60's. The 60's were a great time to be a chimp detective. Nobody's likely to scold him for smoking when someone's already doing a caper. That's called a freebie.

"Maybe I can help you out, huh pal? We'll both get our fingers in there."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
"the exterior is already on monitor. Alerts are out." Babs had told Jason, seconds before he went off to find a phone booth. She was all too familiar with the process herself, but in an event like this? She hadn't dressed with any measure of a Batgirl costume beneath her dress. She was as she was, and she had to play the part of the innocent bystander.

With the Ice Menace walking past her, Babs stood her ground, a resolute woman with a clear cut confidence in her green eyes, as she sent daggers toward their latest enemy from behind the reflective lenses of her poetry glasses.

She watched them walk past her, some of them noticing her, but when they made it to the scrolls, she turned to watch their reactions to it being closed off. That substance, she knew what it was. She designed it.

A quick look around, and Babs saw Miles. She had never seen him out of his costume before, but she saw what might have been a web-line shooter being hidden, and thus she had a pretty good idea of who the Gotham City Spider-man might be, and it made her softly smirk.

Then, she heard Bob's voice. "Jeeze..." Babs softly said, her eyes dropping to her phone, as she was quickly working to setup as much defenses outside of the building as she could, be it GCPD, or other Bat-family members to strike when the time was right.

When she looked up again, it was toward the Red Hood, and the enemy he was facing down. "Be careful..." She muttered under her breath, as she glanced toward the chaotic hustle of other guests still trying to flee the immediate surrounding area.

Jason Todd has posed:
<<I'm always careful>> Red Hood muses over comms to Barbara's earrings. Anyone thinking she would be here and not be wired for sound really doesn't know her.

Slipping up behind the nearest lackey, Red Hood wraps his powerful arms around the neck of the Ankh-olyte and flex as he puts the guy into a sleeper hold before easing the man to the floor. Looking to a wide eyed kid nearby he holds up an gloved finger to his 'mouth' to signal 'Shhhhh...'.

Miles Morales has posed:
"That monkey just talked?!" comes Frost Pharaoh's astonished reaction to the fact that Detective Chimp addressed him. It's not that he's dressed like Sherlock Holmes. No. It's that he's talking. "You say you can open this, primate?" he asks, staring down at the detective for a moment. "What's the catch?" comes the next question as he glances at the case, and then back to the simian. The two guards with him are watching warily, ready to protect their pharaoh if this is a trap.

Miles doesn't notice Barbara looking at him. They have met before. He was with Cassandra at her New Year shing-ding. Instead, as Barbara watches, Miles steps back and just 'disappears'. Invisibility. Wait, spiders can go invisible?

Regardless, as he moves, a Anhk-Coylte near him suddenly stiffens as electricity washes over his body and he drops to the ground, unconscious. A quick thwip of webline to hog-tie him, and Miles moves on, visible for a moment.

In the meantime, the count of thugs is lowered to eight as Red Hood manages to get behind the Anhk-colyte near him, and takes him into a sleeper. The man grabs at the cloth on Red Hood's arms for a moment, before he slips under, easily lowered to the floor.

But it's about this time that people are starting to notice that something is happening. But Frost Pharaoh is too focused on the Chimp and his scrolls for the moment.

Detective Chimp has posed:
"The catch?"

As he takes a long overdue drag of his cigarette, Detective Chimp seems to be mulling the question as if it strikes his ears as a truly strange proposition. But as he walks toward the Frost Pharoah with a somewhat awkward shuffling gait, he looks at the box and keeps his attention from flitting around the room to the activity going on in the shadows. The World's Greatest Detective will need to get a bigger billboard. Maybe one downtown. But in the meantime, he plays the part of a hapless rube suspiciously well.

"No catch pal. I'm what you might call a connoisseur. Not just of boxes, mind, but of things that are kept inside boxes. The strange and unusual is my bag, and I gotta admit... I'm curious to see what this book of yours does."

He's getting closer. It takes a while with legs that short.

"'Course... if you wanted to let me go after you begin your reign of icy terror... wouldn't say no to that. Maybe let a few of the civilians go, if you're feeling generous. You strike me as a magnanimous sorta guy... call it a hunch."

It's the first time in a while that he's let someone call him a 'monkey' without correcting the facts, but perhaps now isn't the time for splitting hairs.

Kate Kane has posed:
Batwoman was actually on patrol nearby anyway, not having much interest in Egyptian artifacts when she received the call from Babs. Shaking her head slightly, she detoured herself over towards the Museum, gliding easily over and landing gently on the roof.

Moving towards the skylight, she took stock of the situation for a moment, chuckling a bit as she recognized some of the players already at work.

And that's when she decides to forego the subtle approach, neatly cannonballing in through the skylight with her cape spread wide to slow her descent. On her way down, she flings a pair of batarangs out to catch some unattended Ankh-olytes, landing with a roll and coming up to her feet to look at Frost Pharaoh, "You've got one chance, buster. Let my people go."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
If Miles really was who Barbara assumed he was now, she was relieved that Jason would have some backup, at least. she saw the Hood doing as he does, thankfully not yet having to use his guns too. But her eyes went back to the Detective, who was properly distracting the Frost Pharaoh, at least so far. She, meanwhile, kept her distance, walking briskly around some Egyptian statues set along the corridor, giving her something to easily block herself from being immediately sought after by anyone who might be looking to claim a damsel for a hostage. Her eyes were glancing at her phone, as she knew Kate was nearby now too, which gave her further confidence that they could maybe strike back against this threat. Her mind-link to her tech was enabling Barbara to keep track on her drones too, the neural implant in her head gave her an unseen ability to keep a close connection to her drones that were swirling through the air outside, one of which was joining Kate on the roof.

As Batwoman made her dramatic entrance, Babs looked to her right, and upward, a grin showing on her visage as Kate swept herself in through the skylight. "Nice..." Babs softly said, as she kept behind one of the tall statues. In Batwoman's wake, one of Babs' drones now had access to enter the building too, the flying robot silently descending in to the museum, as the glass from the skyling rained down inside one of the roped-off exhibit areas, clattering amongst carefully arranged sand dunes.

Jason Todd has posed:
Red Hood can't fault Batwoman's entrance. Besides, it helps him. He's not gonna pass on an open shot.

Spinning out from behind a column, he doesn't even wait for Pharoah Frozone to have a chance to think over Batwoman's ultimatum. Quip. Quipimatum? Whatever. He just begins firing his pistols at the Ankh-olytes. Crackling taser rounds streak across the vnue to strike three of the thugs. On the bright side, as they fall down twitching, their eyes light up really brightly.

Miles Morales has posed:
"Hmm." Frost Pharaoh considers what the Detective is offering him. "In truth, I am only looking for one of the scrolls. If you manage to open the case, I will let you have the rest. One that will give me the powers I need to retrieve the Stone of the Gods." He gives a firm nod, as he assumes that the Detective will accept his terms. But that is when the glass above suddenly shatters and Batwoman's batarangs come into play, taking out the guard on either side of him.

And there she is with that quip. "No." he replies, twisting the staff around and his eyes glow blue for a moment, before releasing a blast of ice towards the center of Kate's mass. "You luck just froze over!" he calls out to her as he fires, ice spreading across the ground from his feet where he grounded himself.

With the ice broken, the fight is now in earnest. Six Anhk-colytes remain, and as Red Hood fires, he takes down another one. But trying to come in on his blindside is a bruised that aims to swing a punch at the cloth-covered head before Jason can turn to get a bead on him.

In the meantime, another Anhk-colyte is grabbing a spear to chuck at Batwoman, just to have a line of Nightshade (TM Pending) webbing come from the darkness, striking the henchman in the back of the head and yanking him back into the shadows as he yells in a panic. One venom punch later, and Miles shifts back out of view.

Four henchmen and the Pharaoh himself remain.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Apparently the Detective Chimp is a smooth talker when he wants to be. But nobody ever likes to go the diplomatic route, especially when the bad guy in question doesn't seem to have an especially sympathetic backstory. As glass rains down upon the civilians from above, DC flinches momentarily while action begins to break out around him. And with the Frost Pharoah's attention momentarily distracted by all the hullaballoo, the well-dressed Gothamite finally sees his chance to spring into action.

It doesn't look like much, at first, but a chimpanzee doesn't need a running start to leap significantly higher than the finest human athlete.

With arms outstretched, and mouth opened wide, Detective Chimp flies upward and forward, directly toward the Frost Pharoah, a look of sudden savagery on his face. The screech that escapes his lips is purely animalistic, as long arms get ever closer to grappling the would be Ice King with an inescapable chimpanzee hug.

Kate Kane has posed:
Batwoman leaps to the side, since... well, when Mister Freeze is a regular in your Rogues' Gallery you learn pretty quick to dodge ice blasts. Moving with an almost catlike grace (no one tell Selina), she delivers a swift roundhouse kick to one of the remaining Ankh-olytes, sending them spiraling to the ground in a heap.

Down to three.

Then she grins at the self-proclaimed Pharaoh, noticing the Chimp inching closer, "Well, let's see how well you do without your source of power." With that, she tosses a trio of smaller batarangs, the shuriken-like weapons soaring out rapidly and actually hitting the Frost Pharaoh's hand and forearm. He yelps in pain and surprise, causing him to drop his staff, and giving Chimp the perfect opening as Batwoman says, "I might not have a plague of locusts, but I think I have one better for you."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
With a group of museum guests cluttered around behind the statues, Barbara mixed in with them, her eyes glancing toward the goons that were battling with Jason, before she looked back to where Kate was. She motioned to some of the other guests to move out of the way, and as one of the Pharaoh's goons inched backward following one of the Hood's attacks, Babs pulled free a connection that was holding one of the statues in place. She slipped one foot from a stylish heel, and pushed it forward to plant her bare foot delicately upon the back of the statue.

With a flex of her muscled thigh, and her dress draping across her leg, she pushed the statue forward, causing its beaked-nose to fall forward, right on top of the goon's back!

Babs jumped back a second later, huddling close to some of the innocent guests caught in a horrid situation, as she was just one of Gotham's socialites, right?

In the air, high above, her drone tracked the chaos down below, and suddenly fired off a powerful stun dart toward one of the henchmen, having been waiting for him to step in to the open, the drone took its shot!

Jason Todd has posed:
Red Hood may not have the benefit of his high tech helmet's optics at the moment and he may not 'see' the thug swinging for his skull. He doesn't have to, honestly. Considering he was trained by Batman, he doesn't need to see to fight effectively.

As the blow nears his skull, he ducks under the attack. Spinning away, he blocks the next attack with his right forearm and reaches in with his left pistol, point blank.

The grin in his voice is audible, "Time for some enlightenment." He fires off four taser rounds for good measure.

Not even waiting for the guy to stop twitching, Red Hood is already moving on to the next thug. The Chimp has the chump well in hand (face?). So there's no need to currently move in and support him. Yet anyway. Batwoman's already knocked that annoying staff away as it is.

Miles Morales has posed:
The inevitable betrayl is an icy revelation in the scheme of things. As the Chimp goes from helpful primate to sinister simian, Frost Pharaoh was swinging around to prepare to fire at him, after the failed shot at Batwoman. But instead of getting to fire, there are suddenly three batarangs in his hand as he screams in pain. The staff falls from his hand, skittering across the floor, just as Detective Chimp jumps on top of him. There's no way that he can handle the weight and velocity of the Chimp slamming into him, so down on the ground he goes, the full weight of the detective on top of him.

Red Hood slams into Anhk-colyte, firing several stun rounds into him. The henchman falls to the ground, spasming and shuddering until the effect of the rounds end, and then he falls unconscious, out of the fight.

The noise of the fight is broken by the sound of the statue creaking and falling towards the henchman. It would crush him, but just after it clobbers him in the head, a pair of weblines fly out, snagging the statue before it can fall on the guy and crush him, or shatter.

The form at the end of those lines has pulled his hoodie tight over his head to partially hide his face, but he is wearing his mask that he pulled out of his pocket. "This thing is really heavy..." Spider-Man grunts, as he shifts, pulling to lift the statue back to it's upright position.

The last Anhk-colyte was about to take aim at Spidey, when just then, Barbara's drone comes in and snipes the last one, stunning him and putting him out of the fight. That should just about wrap it up!

Detective Chimp has posed:
There will be plenty of time later for the Frost Pharoah to process his hurt feelings over Detective Chimp's subterfuge. But for now, the more immediate concern is processing the very real threat from the howling chimpanzee. With legs locked in place as the Frost Pharoah goes down, DC sets about repeatedly pummeling the poor would be supervillain, battering him quite roughly about the face. Given what's happened to people in certain zoos, the Pharoah should be grateful that DC didn't simply rip his face all the way off, though that might be a decent way to build up some supervillain street cred.

You don't want to be too pretty when you're trying to build a name for yourself, especially in Gotham.

Still howling, DC punches and hits with his elbow. He doesn't seem to be the most skilled of combatants, but with strength and agility of that magnitude there's not really much point in taking karate classes. Only once he's sure that his opponent is down does DC hop off, and pick his discarded cigarette up off of the floor.

"Ironic. Looks like he's the one who ended up being on ice."

Kate Kane has posed:
Batwoman shakes her head slightly as she retrieves the Frost Staff, rather gingerly. Since, well, who knows what sort of strange nonsense might be on the thing. And Oracle would probably appreciate the chance to study it more closely later in any case.

She does look over towards Chimp, "Well, it appears he really needed to chill out, regardless." She smirks faintly, "What precisely was he after, anyway?"

Barbara Gordon has posed:
With Miles saving the statue, Babs sent the Spider-man a small smirk, before she shook her head lightly. Her phone was given another glance, and her drone flew out over the guests, causing many of them to duck or release whales of fright, but the drone was simply scanning for more suspicious individuals in the crowd, or members of this Icey Pharaoh's entourage.

With Jason finishing off the henchmen, Babs offered him an approving nod, and moved toward where Kate and the Detective were.

"Batwoman... Thank you for coming... I don't know what we would've done without your help." She said, glancing to the Chimp, and offering him a smile. "You as well, uh... Sir." She stated, pretending to have no earthly clue as to who the Detective Chimp was, because... she is just a helpless CEO, right?

Her eyes fell to the staff in Batwoman's hands, and then to the Pharaoh himself...

With a breath drawn in, and a hand swiping a loose tendril of sun red hair behind her ear, Babs huffed out. "He was not a very Ice man... was he?"

She exhaled heavily, and turned to walk toward the other guests filing out now. "I'm going to go talk to the Police. Maybe dad is here..." She said, her voice laced with a sense of weariness at her own attempt to make light of this horrible situation. One guard may have been lost to that ice, afterall, right?

Jason Todd has posed:
Hearing Barbara praising Batwoman, he grunts grudingly as he reloads his pistols and holsters them. Whie the rest continue to deal with the ring leader, Red Hood lurks in the fringes, making sure all of the 'acolytes' are properly restrained. Extra tightly. Out of spite for ruining what should have been a good da.. evening.

Soon enough, he pulls The Trick. Almost as skillfully as Batman is known for, Red Hood is simply gone.

Outside of the museum, Jason Todd sits on the front fender of his car, waiting for Barbara to finish with tying up the details with GCPD, and assumedly her father.

Miles Morales has posed:
As Barbara catches his eye, Spider-Man tips his finger against his temple, and just like Red Hood? He just kind of vanishes. Except he does it for real. Just disappears from view. The soft thwip is the only sound of his departure are he heads out of the busted skylight.

And with Jason Todd outside chatting ip the police, medical and police personnel are making their way into the museum to treat the injured, collect the criminals and take statements. As Frost Pharaoh, who is fairly well pummeled gets back to his feet to be hauled off, he's raging mad. "I'll crush that simian! He'll feel the cold wrath of my revenge!" He kicks his feet, throwing a fit, "Just as soon as I increase my powers, he's done for!"

Detective Chimp has made a rival (x1).