Gotham City was home to a myriad of vigilantes, and, in your personal opinion, the Huntress was the most interesting of them. So when you hear she's in trouble, of course you decide to give her a helping hand... Things escalate from there. The second entry in the Questionable Tales series and an entry to Endmaster's 2018 Romance Contest.

Just a regular night.

In this game, you play as the Question, Hub City's faceless protector. One night, what appears to be a normal drug bust goes south fast, and you find yourself with only two hours to live, an antidote to find, and a gang to topple.

Looks like it's just a normal night in Hub City.

First in the Questionable Tales series, a series of fanfiction games starring the Question. There's four endings not counting deaths: one bad, one bittersweet, one good, and one true ending. See if you can find them all.

The Question is copyright DC Comics. So yeah, don't sue me.

Author's Note: This game is really rough around the edges. I decided to give it a quick run through on October 4th, 2019 (over a year and a half after the original publication on February 2nd, 2018), in order to fix some minor bugs and add a "cheat code" for the infamously obtuse antidote puzzle. Hopefully, there are no more problems with the scripting and the like.

... And I ended up giving it another edit on October 8th, 2019 because I noticed another bug when replaying it. Not a major one, but still. I really didn't have my link restrictions in order at all.

A getaway driver goes on a quest for revenge.

Noir story in a cyberpunk dystopia. Four types of endings: deaths, bad endings, good endings, and one perfect ending. See if you can find them all, it shouldn't be too hard. Endings are tracked using the score variable: zero means death, one means bad, two means good, three means perfect.

Special thanks to:
Tim36D - For listening to me ramble on about the idea, making suggestions, and writing a few pages.
ISentinelPenguinI - For playtesting.

Finally, if you notice any bugs, please PM me and I'll get to work on them as soon as I can (though I do believe they've all been worked out, can never be too sure).

Mood music.

Will you ever get any water? Time to find out.

Could've swore it had only been a few days since I posted the last one. Here's another. Nearing the end of what I had written. The mayor's mansion is silent this late into the night. An old man is in a room on the ground floor, sitting at a mahogany desk and writing away, occasionally gazing out the window into the rainy night while listening to the crackle of the fireplace. It was typical for him to be awake until almost the early morning, writing a sermon about the fires of Hell or plotting the next heinous deed his associates would enact. He's the Reverend, head of the Gospel of Sinners and the most powerful man in Hub City. And I'm looming in the shadows behind him, watching and waiting. After getting out of the Lemire Avenue Apartments I gunned it straight for the mayor's mansion. I was covered in bruises, my suit torn and tattered and dirty, but I needed to do this. It was easy enough to break into the mayor's; climb the fence with my grappling gun, take out a few patrolling cops, then slip in through the door to the cellar. After that, it was just a matter of finding out where the Reverend was. I caught one of his thugs heading to the bathroom and began breaking fingers, starting with the pinkie. He caved after the ring finger. "T-the Reverend is in his study! Down the hall!" One knock to the head and he was out like a light. The door was open and I slipped in near silently. I'm here now, watching and waiting from the shadows, pondering what to do. Am I going to kill him? Maybe. The Man wants it to be done, wants to wring the life out of him. The Butterfly wants answers, wants to know who this man is, why he's been terrorizing Hub City for decades. Spreading drugs through the city, rigging elections to put his men in public office, aggressively shutting down businesses that refused to cooperate. The Butterfly wants- no, needs to know. I remember the night at the docks... Shiva throws me to the ground. Every nerve in my body is screaming out in pain. "He is defeated. Shall I kill him?" she asks the old man. "No. Let the brothers have their turn," the old man replies. A hand grips me by the hair and tugs before slamming my head into the concrete. I'm lying face down in the snow, a series of blows striking me all over the body. Every hit to the head feels like it's gonna make my brain seep out of the cracks in my skull. Every kick to the chest feels like my ribs are shattering. Every stomp flattens my organs. "Does this amuse you?" Shiva asks. "Indeed. I am a fair man. I shall let them continue until every bone in his body is broken. Then I shall permit Brother Gun to shoot him in the head. Then we shall dump in the river. And then, if he arises singing Danny Boy, I shall give him anything he wants." The old man smirks. The last thing I hear is a gunshot. "Oh Danny boy..." The Reverend perks up slightly. "The pipes, the pipes are calling..." He begins looking around the room. He doesn't see me in the shadows just beyond the light. "From glen to glen..." He looks over to the television by the bed, turned off. "And down the mountain side..." "Who is that?" he asks. "The summer's gone..." He stands from his desk, looking around the room. "Who's there?" "And all the roses falling..." I emerge from the shadows and he stumbles away from me with a gasp, falling to the floor in the process. "Now you must go... Away... And I must bide..." The Reverend looks up at me with terror in his eyes. The kingpin of the underworld, reduced to nothing but an old man cowering in fear. "You... You are dead..." "Am I? Then what does that make you?" I lean down, closer to him. He's frozen in place, staring at me with awe. "Dreaming, perhaps?" "What do you want?" "I want you, Reverend..." I grab him by the arm and pull him to his feet. "I want you to pray." Will I kill him? His life is worth nothing but the sins he carries out. The Man is screaming for retribution, to end his life. The Butterfly tries to see the value in him, tries to say that every life is sacred, but it withers away at the almost demonic energy the man carries in the very fiber of his being. This man is demented. He's led to the deaths of countless others. But could I kill him? I'm about to answer that question when I hear the door opening behind me. "Hatch, what's with all the noi-" I drop the Reverend and twist around at the voice and see her. Myra. ... She cut her hair. "Who are you? What are you- where's your face?" I'm about to answer when I hear the sound of metal scraping against brick. I twist back around to the Reverend just in time to bring up an arm and block a red hot fire poker that would've smashed right into my head. I can feel the blisters already forming as I kick him in the chest, sending him stumbling into the fire place. He shouts in pain and jumps back to his feet but it's too late; his coat's on fire. He tries to pat it away but the fire just spreads to his sleeve. He panics, looking for something, anything to douse the flames, and after finding nothing he runs straight to the window and leaps out into the rain. As the glass shatters I hear a loud, screeching beeeeeeeeep coming from an alarm on the wall and more coming from down the hall. Shit. I'm gonna have to follow Hatch out that window before every cop on the property comes running. I'm about to start running when I feel a hand gripping my forearm. I twist my head around and see Myra tugging at me. "Hey, faceless guy. Come with me." She leads me out of the room and down the hall, back to the door I came in from. As she shuts the door, I can hear the sound of running boots and clamoring voices from down the hall where we just were. "Why are you helping me?" I ask. Myra didn't have any reason to help someone that had just broken into her family's home, it didn't make sense. "Because you can help me," she says, leading me down the stairs and into the cellar. "Help you do what?" "I overheard a conversation between Hatch and my brother... I..." She takes in a deep breath before she continues. "Hatch moved in a month ago. My brother, Wesley... He's working with him. I... I didn't want to believe it. Wesley said that Hatch is threatening him, that Hatch would have my daughter killed if he doesn't work with him." The Man wants to snort a resentful chuckle at the idea of Wesley Fermin only working with Hatch to defend his sister's daughter. The Butterfly processes what she said. Daughter. "You have a daughter?" "Yes. She lives at St. Catherine's Home For Orphaned Children. Wesley had me give her up for adoption, said that if anyone found out about her it would ruin his chances to become mayor." I want to pry, find out more about this daughter of Myra's I had never heard of, but now isn't the time. "The conversation you overheard. What was it about?" "Hatch wants to get William Spencer out of the picture." "Spencer? The superintendent for the Hub City Unified School District?" Myra looks up at me, widening her eyes slightly in amazement. "You know who he is?" I nod. "Why do they want to get rid of Spencer?" "Spencer's been trying to launch a political career. He wants to challenge Wesley in the next election. Hatch doesn't want that." "What are they planning to do?" "They're going to rig a school bus to explode." "What? When?" "Today." I look down at my watch. 5:09 AM. The school buses would be departing in just under an hour. "Thanks for the help." "Don't mention it. Now get out of here and save those kids." I climb out of the cellar and start sprinting back to my car, hidden in the woods past the fence. I fire my grappling gun at the fence and zip up and over it, landing on two feet and continuing to sprint to my car. I hop in and start it up, pulling out of the woods and back onto the road like a bat out of hell. This night was turning out to just be one long day. Haven't slept since about this time yesterday. And I won't get any more sleep for the rest of my life if I don't get to the bus depot in the next forty-seven minutes. I slam my foot even harder onto the gas pedal. I'm not letting any kids die today.

Oh fuck off you bumbling cunt. You decide to attack someone offering advice to you in a friendly way, you should expect other people to jump in on your ass and call you out for being a fucking asshole. EDIT: Oh but you can go ahead and fight with Ben, that guy's a dumbass.

League?

RK isn't the one who called you a bitch, you fucking subhuman troglodyte.

Emo as hell but the imagery is nice.

Hey that's just mean, don't call my friend a bitch :(

Thank you for your kindness. As two young Indian boys with a Windows ME computer and an internet connection, we were worried we would never escape the SHAME Pit.

You're both faggots.

Thanks for another opportunity to post this.

One of my fondest memories I have with my dad is him letting me stay up until midnight for the release of Diablo 3. Then the servers went down and we couldn't play it that night. Had a lot of fun playing it with him afterwards though.