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Post by Damian Wayne on Feb 23, 2013 23:54:38 GMT -5
((Uuuh Jan 18th...? >m< Tim, Steph and Damian? Bats? Yes. Bats. And... birds. Bat and Birds.))
A man, equipped with a machine gun and holding it close to his body, strolled down a dark alley. Just where he shouldn't be, for when Robin was unleashed into the night, not even the villains were safe. As soon as he stepped foot into the shadows he was doomed.
Damian dropped down onto him, behind him trailed a rope. He disarmed him easily enough with a maneuver that made a cringing crack in the mans wrists. He likely wouldn't be picking up any weapon any time soon after that one.
Then, hooking the rope around the man's ankles he latched onto his victims limbs, and they both propelled upwards, to the top of the building being pulled by the rope Damian had spiraled down with.
The man began calling for help, but Damian began the process of silencing him, delivering a few striking blows to his face, providing himself as a human punching bag. Only after he'd ceased to sputtering did the real threats become present.
"Tell me what you know about Bane, hooligan." Damian sneered, and there was a sharp sound. A glint of light off the knife the young Robin had placed to the man's neck.
This process of harsh interrogations had continued for a few nights already. The ten year old was lethal, and running free across the Narrows, beating senseless whoever he saw fit, and there was no one to stop him.
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Feb 24, 2013 0:26:23 GMT -5
Pity be to the villains tonight.
After the manor Stephanie had gathered her crap and gone home, getting her first full bought of uninterrupted sleep in such a long time even her mattress Old Lumpy couldn't ruin it. At one point during the day she'd dreamed of Tim asking her to tea wearing a tiara and tutu... It'd been a weird sleep. She'd woken up when her mom got home, slathering on makeup over the bruised eye to make it less noticeable. She'd come up with an insufficient excuse for her absence. There's been fighting. And casserole. Really gross casserole.
Needless to day, tonight Batgirl was in an 'lets break some faces' kind of mood.
Upon allowing herself to be chased out of the manor by the idea of Tim and her semi-living in the same house, Steph had made the Bat Cave her first stop that night to abduct the Batcycle. She'd switched her com off - she didn't want to hear anyone tonight.
So far the 'not solo' plan was bombing.
Screeching around a corner, flashing through the narrows looking for someone to beat into a nice criminal pulp. So she was just in time to see a figure retract up into the sky. She overshot it, jerking the controls violently to the left so the bike screeched, turning so it was blocking the middle of the road. As she sat up the cover moved back. From the ground she could hear Damian's sneering.
Normally, her first thought would be to go help the ten year old. But right now...
She pulled the bike back, driving at a slow roll until she was right underneath the man, swinging and whimpering.
The choice was made for her when there came the thunder of gun fire and the high pitch ping! of bullets flying off the bike. She rolled over the side, landing behind the vehicle away from the firing as she heard multiple people spreading out.
"I swear." She growled, reaching into her belt and grabbing a fistful of smoke pellets. "You guys scratch this bike, and I am SO going to break the rule!"
She threw them from under the bike between the wheels, the silver orbs rolling out onto the pavement then letting out a pop and fizz as they began leaking grey smoke. Coughing, more bullets. She moved into a crouch then firing the grappling hook onto the building across the street she stood and jumped, pushing of the bike as the line retracted enough to allow her to swing into the full mess of the smoke. Boots landed satsifyingly on face as she crashed against one of the gunmen. He hit the pavement and she let go of the gun to land on him, hitting him across the face with the back of her gauntlets - the point side. Hey, she had almost warned them.
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Post by Tim "Red Robin" Drake on Feb 24, 2013 11:48:44 GMT -5
It was funny how things changed. Tim had been so adjusted to fighting crime in broad daylight, and now he had to readjust to the nightlife he once knew. His sleeping hours suffered for it. He managed to get a power nap earlier, but that was about it when it came to sleep. Tim was wide awake now.
He was the Red Robin.
He was sure someone was going to give him a hard time about his name, but he couldn't care less as he lurked in the shadows atop a building. This was where supposedly where Bane's men were patrolling. The Narrows. It appeared that Damian beat him to the punch - somewhat literally - when he had been able to spot the kid on another building. Initially, he thought it might be best to help the kid.
Instead, he chose to help Stephanie when she arrived on the scene. He took hold of his own rope and swung into the smoky scene. Damian was only ten, but he could handle the man he was interrogating. Tim was sure of it. Steph could probably use a hand, though.
He landed a fierce punch on one of the gunmen's faces, allowing Tim to disarm the older man by snatching the gun from his hands. He tossed the gun aside.
"Need a hand, Batgirl?"
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Post by Damian Wayne on Feb 24, 2013 17:36:30 GMT -5
Damian had been aware of someone passing, but he only gave way to look at who when he also became aware of them rolling back, no doubt to see his display of interrogations. It was that shrew, Batgirl. He made a grunting noise, somewhere between a groan and a growl, finished off with a clicking -TT- noise with his tongue. He heard to commotion, then turned to his victim. The man's eyes were fluttering, trying to stay conscious. Apparently he'd miscalculated in thinking he could handle a couple heavy hits.
More gun shots came, as Damian hung off of the man tethered by ankle, clinging to his limbs as they swung back and forth. He growled in annoyance. She was always interfering, getting in the way. If she hadn't come he'd be managing his stealthy interrogation uninterrupted.
He kicked off of the man, and caught a nearby ledge, pulling himself up to a roof and running to the next corner to look down at the war-zone Batgirl had initiated. And then another figure joined.
"Need a hand, Batgirl"
Damian took out his grapple gun, shooting it, and swinging down on two men with guns. He took them out from behind, a heel for each of their lower backs. They fell easily, and Damian disarmed the first one, then turned and kicked the other, successfully knocking him out. The disarmed one stood, and Damian turned, lashing out with a knife he'd withdrawn and slashing at the stomach of the man.
He cried out, but Damian rolled under his wild swing, latching onto his back and tucking in close as another man fired into his alley, instead of the young Robin.
It was a vicious night for Damian.
"Your assistance is not imperative." Damian said loudly and pointedly to the other male dressed in red, then chucked a sharp razor like bat-shape to take out one of the goon's guns. He allowed a grin of satisfaction, as it knocked the man's head back.
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Stephanie Brown "Batgirl"
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Feb 24, 2013 18:11:11 GMT -5
Why was it that the night she wanted privacy, she ran into half the family? Kicking her first knocked out guy's gun far into the alley, she turned, hearing Tim's voice from inside the smoke rather than seeing him.
Need help against a couple armed rookies? She wasn't in her first days of being Spoiler.
"Oh I'm just Peachy. Don't worry about me." She called, running and jumping from a car onto a dumpster and onto another gunman, grabbing him by his jacket around the shoulders and swinging around, twisting him and dragging him to the ground. She landed on top of him, grabbing his gun as he tried to turn it on her, pointing it over her shoulder as he began firing.
"That - is - no - way - to - treat - a - lady!" She rammed the gun in his chest again and again with the butt of the gun. There was the fateful click as the bullets ran out, and she smashed across his face with gun. She looked up as she heard Damian and found herself chuckling. She didn't have any real right to be angry at Tim - but Damian, well, he had license to be as pissy as a ten year old could be. Which was a lot.
It didn't sound like there were a ton left now. She stood, scanning the area. Now would probably be the time to let Babs know Bane flunkies were traveling in packs tonight, but she wanted to be sure they were clear first. She heard scuffling behind her and squinted. Was that bugger trying to run?
She ran out after him out of the smoke, tackling the man onto the ground. She shot the spikes from her gauntlet into his back, ignoring the scream and shouting over him, "Now ALL I wanted was a conversation - but you had to go assuming trouble."
Eyes narrowed as she examined the points coming out of his back, making sure she hadn't lodged them in deep enough for the guy to be seriously hurt. She was angry, but not enough to kill. Especially not with Robin's one and two behind her. So she wasn't looking for the knife as the guy rammed it into her leg, between plating.
"Son of a-" she smashed the guy across the temple and sat down, scowling at her leg as the guy lay out cold. It was on the side, hardly enough to even lodge. She yanked the blade out, shutting her eyes as gripping to cut. She got to her feet, moving into the murk to find the boys. She let go of the cut - she had no interest in Damian remarking on her clumsiness in missing a knife. These gunmen needed to go.
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Post by Tim "Red Robin" Drake on Feb 24, 2013 21:24:43 GMT -5
Once upon a time, Tim had people next to him that were willing to have his help. The thought of that drifted into his mind. That was probably a funny joke to the rest of the family. Tim forced himself to stop thinking about it. He wasn't a Titan here. He was a family member. Not a mafia family mind you, but a family member nonetheless. He continued to discard these sudden thoughts, not wanting any distractions.
He decided not to give Damian a response. His mood needed to be much, much better before he was going to attempt to speak - or argue - with the ten-year-old boy. It would serve as an awful distraction for the older Robin. The same had gone for Steph. Maybe Tim had really lost his touch when it came to fighting crime and witty banter nowadays thanks to being away from Gotham.
The gunmen were dwindling in numbers. That was always a good sign. He heard footsteps, someone running. Stephanie seemed to have a handle on it. He could barely hear her cut a curse short, then she was right back into the mist. There were footsteps coming back to the mist anyway, leading Tim to believe it was Stephanie. As far as Tim was aware of, everything was peachy keen now. No more thugs.
All clear? he wondered to himself. It certainly seemed that way. The young man decided to go looking for Steph, cautiously maneuvering through the smoke.
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Post by Damian Wayne on Feb 24, 2013 21:44:32 GMT -5
The enemy count was definitely lowering, between the... three of them. Well, Damian wasn't going to give him any credit regardless. It was likely that he wouldn't give any of them credit. He peered through the smoke that was slowly beginning to settle, latching on to yet another target. He jumped, leaping onto a man's shoulders and connecting his fist with any part of his head he could manage.
The man lifted the gun and fired wildly into the air, trying to knock Damian off in any way he could. In the end, he stumbled forward, with Damian perched on his back. He wrenched the man's arm back, pulling it just a little too far in the wrong direction, and with his other hand, he punched the elbow.
Crack
One more down. He looked up to see figures in the mist, and vaulted towards them in time to see the knife get planted in Batgirl's leg. He scowled, and turned to throw a sharpened batarang to collide with a thugs head.
There weren't many left. This little fight was as good as done. He was now sifting through the falling smoke to search out any of the last men to be dispatched. Upon finding one, he'd been presented the opportunity of surprise.
Taking the action, Damian jumped him, kicking the gun upwards to avoid from being fired at his chest, before knocking it to the side, and lunging at the man. They both went to the ground, Damian on top and gripping a fist full of the front of his armored shirt. He pulled, tugging the man upwards while keeping him on the ground
"You guys-" he slammed the man back into the pavement, "Ruined" another collision with the ground, "Everything." he snarled, and this time grabbed a fist full of the man's hair. He cried out, as he wretched his head upwards.
The way his face contorted angrily, suggested he was mere moments away from making this mans a permanent part of the pavement.
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Feb 24, 2013 22:04:23 GMT -5
"Robin!" She wasn't really sure which she was yelling for - Tim to help or Damian to stop on his own. All the same she hobbled over with all the speed she could, grabbing Damian. She hooked her arms under his armpits, hoisting him off the guy, shaking him back and forth until his grip was released from the man. "Let go - drop him! Drop him!"
Ah yes, the glamour that was being Batgirl. Driving in a sleek bike, being shot at, knives to the thigh, babysitting homicidal children.
"Changed my mind! Red, Robin, whatever!" She shouted, staggering back with the squirming Boy Wonder, leg burning as it began bleeding more profusely from the strain. "Help!"
It better be all clear - this was just undignified. Someone needed to handle Damian for a bit - her everything hurt.
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Post by Tim "Red Robin" Drake on Feb 24, 2013 23:54:44 GMT -5
Nope. Not good to go. That was clear to Tim when the smoke began to clear. Stephanie yelling at Damian quickly told Tim that something went awry. Especially when she said she changed her mind. He had to help her out. When it came to Damian, Tim was worried. He rushed to the Batgirl's side. He took a brief glance at her leg. Ouch. That must have hurt.
Instead of saying anything about the bleeding thigh, Tim instead figured it might be better to help with getting the homicidal Boy Wonder away from the man he was probably on the verge of slaughtering.
"Robin, that's enough!" His voice was stern, serious. It felt odd to address Damian as Robin. Despite that, Tim needed to make sure their identities stayed secret. Damian was Robin now. That was another thing Timothy had to adjust to. He took hold of one of the young Robin's arms. Steph had covered most of Damian's body, but he might as well do his best to help out Steph.
Besides, the kid was tougher than he looked. Tim found it hard to believe that it would be a good idea to leave the bat and the little bird alone. Especially after witnessing the scene with Damian and the attempted repainting of the pavement.
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Post by Damian Wayne on Feb 25, 2013 0:04:55 GMT -5
Steph may have caused more pain for the man for a split two seconds, as Damian clutched his hair as he was being pulled off. But after one final tug, he was fully detached from the thug, and he was saved from more pain than he could've imagined. He struggled, mostly annoyed at first, and then Tim came and grasped his other arm.
"Unhand me, savages!" he growled, and then tactically began lashing out.
The first target he had in mind, was Stephanie's leg. Hey, Damian was never trained to fight fair. So with a balled fist he jerked his arm as best as he could, and launched it at the place where blood was trailing from her suit.
If he successfully dealt with getting her off his tail, then that left Tim. One of the previous boy-wonders... The one who was merely a faux child to his father. In Damian's eyes, Tim would always be a wannabe, a nuisance. He seemed offended by Tim's tone with him, and it visibly aggravated the ten year old.
"You seem to be under the impression that you've mastered some sort of authority over me, Red Robin." the ten year hissed darkly, before adding in a flatter tone, "This is very false."
And with that he'd sharply slide his ankle behind one of Tim's, and shove his weight into the older male. If successful, Tim would fall, leaving Damian standing- if he could shake off Tim's grip before-hand. In which case they'd both be going down.
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Feb 25, 2013 0:24:08 GMT -5
Nothing said 'Thank you for stopping me from doing something I'll regret, Stephanie.' like a swift punch to a fresh knife wound. Letting a noise out some might liken to a goose being strangled she released the tiny terror, grabbing her leg and staggering back as Damian went on to attempt assault Tim.
Things were so much easier when she was an only child of a non-nocturnal family.
She staggered back, gripping the cut as the pain renewed. Tapping her ear turning on the com she shouted, "O, what's the easiest way to dismember a misbehaving child?"
Not wanting to leave Tim at the mercy of a Damian rumble - she imagined Damian would be even less honorable in a squabble with Tim than he had been with her, and she'd been bitten - Stephanie trudged back, pulling out her collapsible staff and using it to either smack Damian off Tim, or going for the kids legs if he wasn't taken down with Red Robin. Tonight, Stephanie was not all punchlines and Coke jawbreakers.
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Post by Tim "Red Robin" Drake on Feb 25, 2013 22:26:41 GMT -5
Timothy, what are you thinking? You are not the leader here, Tim scolded himself mentally. No, he wasn't large and in charge here. When it came to the bats and birds, he was a subordinate. When it came to Jump City, his word was law. He realized that when Damian was obviously upset with Tim's tone of choice. It was a late realization, but better late than never. For a brief moment, Tim wanted to see if Stephanie was OK.
Instead, he found himself on the ground.
The older of the males fell to the ground, body making contact with the hard ground. He let out a light grunt of agony, clenching his eyes shut from the impact. Ouch. That was the only word - besides quite a few curses - that came to mind. When he went tumbling, he could have sworn he had death grip on the enraged Robin. Maybe he brought down the kid with him.
All he could really focus on was Stephanie asking - or much rather yelling at - Babs for advice. He would have loved to get an answer soon.
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Post by Damian Wayne on Feb 25, 2013 22:34:50 GMT -5
"Is there a reason we're plotting to scatter the limbs of our Boy Wonder, or are we just having a bit too much fun?" The voice of the Oracle buzzed in return to Stephanie's question. Despite the humorous words, there was a shred of concern in her voice.
Triumph, as Tim fell to the pavement. Damian was about to gloat, when suddenly his throat tightened and "Gack!" he choked out, before stumbling backwards. Tim had a grip on his cape has he fell, and Stephanie's staff came rattling towards his legs. There was no way to avoid falling, or unfortunately, how he fell.
On top of their Tim.
Damian grumbled, wriggling around to get up and muttering curses. Between being muddled on top of Tim and successfully captured in his own cape he was having trouble getting back up. But the hostile attacks seemed to have ceased, the same couldn't be said for his language.
Somewhere in all the fuming insults, a decipherable, "Fiends" hissed past his teeth, as he deliberately went to push against Tim's face as he straight up to at least sit.
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Post by Stephanie Brown "Batgirl" on Feb 25, 2013 22:52:35 GMT -5
"Well, I might settle for sticking soap in his mouth." Stephanie reported, almost cracking a smile as she watched the two boys on the ground. Damian seemed to be attempting to rub Tim's face in the dirt and get himself up at the same time, letting out a stead stream of scandalously not child fit words. She could see it now, Alfred looming with a grim expression as Damian sat fuming with a bar of Irish Spring jammed between his lips.
That would almost make up for the wound punch.
"Cease and desist, small one! You are not so big that I won't throw you over my knee and slap you one." She barked, and amusing as this was watch Tim try to fend for himself against Damian, it was happening since he'd come to help her. She thrust the staff under Damian's right arm, attempting to hook it around his chest to hoist him off his new victim. If he didn't turn rabid badger on her, she'd have him hanging with his arms over the staff - unable to punch her leg, at least. It left her open to a well delivered kick, but they needed to restrain Damian before he did something ugly.
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Post by Tim "Red Robin" Drake on Mar 2, 2013 0:10:17 GMT -5
Triumph and victory. Those were words that came to mind to describe Tim's feeling about taking down the Boy Wonder. Sure, it still hurt when he came crashing to the ground, but the pain was lessened by his small victory. Tim would have been much happier if Damian didn't land on top of him. That was essentially the only thing he would have changed about the situation.
He released his grip on Damian's cape. The faster Damian was off him, the better. First off, it was already awkward to have Damian on top of him, and secondly, Tim would rather not have to fight Damian. The Boy Wonder would probably stab Tim no less than 37 times if given the chance. No need to tempt him to do that. The hand in his face was enough for tonight.
Good thing Stephanie was around to help him out. At least, attempt to help him. He let out a grunt when Damian put a hand to his face. If Stephanie succeeded in pulling Damian off of him, Tim would spring onto his feet. Taking care of the tiny terror was the big priority now.
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