You are all just slaves to my hypnotic patter

Given the nature of his business Ragdoll had a habit of going off the radar for days or weeks at a time. Billy was generally all right with it. Plenty of people had long-distance relationships where their first conversation in a month involved giddy Skype calls from remote South American dictatorships that had recently had a major administration shift.

Still, he kept tabs in the best way he could. When his Google Alerts notified him that "Peter Merkel Jr." had made the news again he abandoned his half-finished sonic gun and ran to see what his dancing doll had done to make the world more interesting. The scene of a smoking building half-submerged in the river made him smile. Meister popped open a soda and stretched out to watch the news report.

The costume worn by one combatant was identified as that of Peter Merkel Jr., better known as Ragdoll, while the identity of his attackers was unclear. Their brutal battle spanned several city blocks, ending at a fuel station used for local barges. It's unclear exactly how the fire started but the blaze quickly led to a massive explosion that demolished several nearby buildings. Witnesses report that Merkel's injuries during the battle were quite severe, indicating he most likely died in the explosion. The only bodies identified so far were those of local dock workers, and two others were burned beyond recognition. So far no one knows the motives behind--

Some part of him had always assumed Ragdoll was invincible. Rubbery, able to bounce back from any catastrophe with a smile and a bizarre quip. In some ways he had seemed more force of nature than mortal human. Billy left increasingly desperate messages on Peter's voice mail, but after a few days of silence denial seemed impossible. He huddled in his dressing room trying to write some appropriate requiem in Peter's honor. Nothing he could create seemed grand enough to encompass the beautiful kaleidoscope chaos that was Ragdoll. He spent hours staring at the ceiling with the RENT soundtrack playing in the background, devoid of inspiration or the will to create.

At the end of the week a knock on the back door roused him from restless drowsing. He leapt from his bed and ran to the door, still in t-shirt and boxers, hoping against hope that--

Who the heck were these dorks?

A group of one man and two women were gathered in his back alley. Their clothes were loose white muslin with embroidered red coats. All of them wore elaborate jewelry and golden bangles around their wrists, as well as beads threaded into their long braids. "Music Meister." The group bowed low to him, as if he were some pope of weird people. "It is an honor, a privilege, to finally be in your presence."

"Eh?" He brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Who exactly are you?"

"We are the Acolytes of the Celestial Echo." Possibly they could sense how close he was to ordering them to pile themselves in the nearby dumpster, so the explanation was extremely rushed. "We believe that the universe was created by a single song, and that this song was then taught by the gods to the first humans. All songs thereafter are humanity's feeble attempts to recreate that which they once knew, buried deep within our ancestral memory. No living person can repeat it, for time has withered our voices."

"I see. You're crazy people." When he found who gave them his address he was going to beat them with a stick. Billy frowned. "I'm really not in the mood for creepy cults right now."

Again the low bows, their jewelry clinking. "We are sorry for your loss. We know how it must pain you."

"You know nothing about it." He had the door slammed in their faces before the implications of their words fully sunk in. The door opened a crack. "...what do you know about it?" Few people knew he was connected to Peter, let alone dating him. It wasn't their business.

"We have been following you for some time. You have a voice like no other, something precious beyond measure, and we believe it may accomplish what no other voice can. You alone, Music Meister, could bring the first song back into the world."

"So basically you're saying you're my stalkers." He leaned on the door, arms folded. This was not garbage he needed to be dealing with before coffee and a shower. "I appreciate the sentiment, I just don't care. There won't be any performances for a while, and you should understand why."

"Fully." The lead man reached into the ragged bag hanging at his side and produced a familiar mask. It had obviously been cleaned, but traces of dried blood and dirt lingered where the false hair met the pale face. Billy gaped.

"Why do you..."

"It was pulled from the rubble by the police. We recovered it by--"

"Give it to me!" Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Billy snatched it out of the acolyte's thin fingers, hugging it tightly to his chest. His fingers ran fondly through the red mass of yarn. To Billy the mask was Peter's face as much as the scarred flesh beneath it.

"If you will come with us you may get back the rest of him...and more besides. The song created the world. Bringing one soul back from the dead would be a minor affair by comparison. Come with us and we shall teach you the song that meager mortals cannot sing. You will be worshiped as a new Apollo with we your willing servants, and your dancer shall return to your side."

Billy tongued the gap between his teeth. In his thoughtfulness he did not hear the soft humming by the acolyte in the back or see the way her fingers moved in arcane patterns across the symbol held in his first two fingers. The merest nudge, though even that took a great deal of their power. They appealed to the Songbringer's grief and his pride in unison, and this was only the final push to tip him over the edge of the cliff. The mask of the fallen dancer would bring his lover under their sway.

"Keep talking."

Name: Billy Harris
Alias: The Music Meister
Age: 26

Appearance: Billy Harris has blue eyes, chin-length orange hair and a notable gap in his front teeth. He is broad-shouldered and reasonably strong, though more by genetics and heavy lifting of props than any intentional training. Unlike many villains, Music Meister's wardrobe is not consistent. He has a wide range of costumes based on musical genres or specific musicians such as Elvis or Liberace. Whichever costume he's wearing may relate to the heist he's pulling or simply be his preference of the moment. The costumes generally have a green and purple color theme. They are accompanied by a visor with a musical note pattern on the front, which substitutes for the glasses he wears as a civilian. His bears a surprising resemblance to that of well-known performer Neil Patrick Harris, despite a complete lack of family relation.

Background: Billy Harris had a mostly average childhood. He developed a passion for music at a young age, particularly singing, though he was a frequent target of bullying. At thirteen his voice cracked during choir practice and Billy found himself able to reach a specific pitch he hadn't been able to achieve before--a pitch that allowed him to control the minds of the people around him.

Billy kept his ability a secret, letting his less-than-perceptive parents believe that people were simply enthralled by his musical talent. He did casual experimentation on the children he babysat, and less harmless experiments with his former bullies. In college he majored in electrical engineering rather than the performing arts as many had expected. He had already dispensed with his dreams of musical fame and begun planning his career as a supervillain.

After college Billy moved to Gotham City and purchased (for a hypnotically-induced low price) a run down theater. This would become both his base of operations and his home for the next year and a half. He refurbished the theater into a proper concert hall (with makeshift living quarters in the dressing room) while planning his debut performance as the Music Meister.

Music Meister seized his chance when the launch of a communications satellite was interrupted by Gorilla Grodd, Clock King, and Black Manta. When Aquaman, Green Arrow, and Black Canary arrived to stop the trio Music Meister stepped in to take control of all six. He used the group to attach a device to the satellite before launching it. During the heist he realized the beauty of Black Canary's singing voice and became enamored of her. Batman arrived on the scene and employed a set of sound-filtering earbuds in order to block out Music Meister's hypnotic pitch. Music Meister set the group on him as a distraction and then ordered them to dance into the rocket's flames while he made his escape.

After rescuing the heroes and arresting the villains, Batman tracked Music Meister to his lair. Music Meister escaped and unleashed the mind-controlled hordes of Arkham Asylum upon Batman and his allies. He confessed his love to Black Canary in song, while Canary herself was likewise confessing her fondness for Batman,, but acknowledged that she would never accept his villainy. In deference to her wishes he instead knocked her out and put her in an immensely complicated death trap. The death trap itself was only a stalling technique (as proven by the fact that he tied her to Batman) while Music Meister put his plan into action. He hijacked the satellite to broadcast his voice worldwide. Earth's population broke into song and began to eagerly steal money and valuables in his name. Once again, enter Batman. Music Meister's hypnotized minions captured Black Canary and removed her ear buds, bringing her again under his control. However, Batman tricked Music Meister into having Black Canary sing high enough to shatter his equipment and shut down the transmission to the satellite. A single punch to the jaw silenced his plans for good.

Due to internal politics and the fact that no one was quite sure what to do with him, Billy was (quite inaccurately) ruled criminally insane and placed at Arkham Asylum. He was fitted with a specially designed collar that prevented his vocal cords from vibrating, rendering him mute. This forced him to communicate primarily through crude sign language and a small whiteboard, a confinement that only increased his anxiety and depression at having his wings clipped. However, he eventually managed to escape and is currently still at large.

Abilities: Billy's greatest weapon is, of course, his voice. When he hits his perfect pitch everyone who hears him is compelled to do his bidding. The only people immune to his hypnosis are blood relatives and those with strong enough wills or training to resist his control. However, he cannot make people directly kill themselves or do something utterly against their core principles, such as harming a loved one. To compliment his voice he is skilled in electronic engineering, which allowed him to hijack the communications satellite.

Non-offensively, Billy is also trained in many of the theater arts. He designs and makes all his own costumes, as well as composing the songs he uses during his crimes.



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