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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 12:40:47 GMT
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December 4th 2017
Gotham City, Docks
During the day, Gotham’s Docks played host to a great number of hardworking men and women who were just trying to earn an honest pay cheque. Yet when the sun descended and darkness covered the city, the docks were home to the scum of the city. It was something of a hotspot for trade between rival gangs, with several underworld bosses stationed there in some way. Penguin was one of the top crime lords that operated at the docks, owning a couple of warehouses that he tended to do business out from. Tonight that was true, as Penguin had ventured to one of his properties earlier in the night.
The warehouse was certainly old, littered with dust and cobwebs all around. It was mostly made up of half empty shelves, which featured stacked sealed wooden boxes that obviously stored the inventory of Penguin. It was dimly lit, only a few light fixtures and none of them all that bright. One or two were faulty, flickering in tandem on occasion. In one corner of the room, space was made way for a small sitting area with a table and two chairs. Penguin was sat on one of the chairs, counting the notes that consumed most of the space on the table top. One of Penguin’s thugs sat at the opposite side of the table, counting as well, while two more were located nearby simply watching.
”So where are the others?”. Inquired the thug sat opposite penguin, running his fingers through the notes as he made a mental note of what amount he was up to. Penguin paused, and looked up at him with a surly glare. ”What do you think? We got more stock to push out there than what you idiots did”. It was then that Penguin’s attention was caught, as one of the thugs stood up peered over his shoulder into the stock room. He turned back, with a look of nervousness about him, prompting Penguin to call out. ”An’ what the bloody ‘ells wrong with you?”. Penguin barked. Clearing his throat, the thug proceeded to answer the question. ”Sorry, boss, I just thought I heard somethin’, probably nothin’”. A sigh befell the Penguin, he had enough experience to know that there was always something going on when it came to Gotham. ”This is Gotham, it ain’t never nothing. Go take a look”.
With a look of uncertainty about him, the thug took a deep breath in before heading in towards the stock room. As he entered, the thug began searching about the place. Looking for anything untoward, looking high and low for something, anything. Of course there was a little reluctance on his part, hoping that he wouldn’t come across anything. As he reached the end of one of the isles, he called back; ”Nothin’ here, boss”. He began his walk back towards the corner where his comrades were situated. But as he came close to returning to their company, the thug would find himself unexpected launched into the wall of the warehouse as the Boy Wonder launched from the darkness with a heavy kick. ”Get ‘im!”. Penguin ordered as he stood up from where he sat.
The thug fought back with a flurry of lefts and rights, each of which Robin ducked and weaved his way around before striking back with a boot to the gut. He then grabbed the thug and dragged him away from the wall, throwing him into one of the bottom shelved wooden crates. It was then that Robin had one of the other thugs charging towards him. Robin braced himself, and at the right moment managed to swiftly roll over the thugs back, and as he did so he threw out a batarang towards Penguin. It caught Penguin on the leg, causing him to fall onto his face as he was hurrying towards his umbrella. The third thug managed to get in a few hits mind you, thrusting a knee into the midsection of Robin and then hitting him with a right hook.
From behind, the thug Robin rolled over before grabbed him in a full nelson hold for his comrade to get in a few free hits. It wasn’t as simple as that, as Robin leapt up, kicking the thug in front of him in the chest with both feet. It sent the thug backwards, and a loss of footing caused him to fall to the floor. Robin then dropped down with all his weight, using his own momentum to throw the thug behind judo style. It was then that Robin grabbed hold of his staff, pressing a button in the middle for it to extend out to full length. Another button press, and one end of the staff buzzed with electricity before Robin used it in a stabbing motion, catching the thug in the chest who then coincidently fell to the floor knocked out.
The one Robin kicked away previously came charging back, and tackled Robin toward the wall; he attempted to choke Robin as they both struggled for control of the staff that pressed tightly across the chest of Robin. It was time for some hard headed thinking, as Robin head-butted the thug who stumbled back. He was free though, and following a deep breath Robin then struck with his staff; catching the thug first in the chest, and then in the side of the head; causing him to fall to the floor. ”Arghhhhhhh!. Was the sound of the first thug Robin dealt with, charging back towards him with a flailing fist. Robin ducked beneath, and swept the legs. The thug fell with a thud onto his back, as then Robinknelt down to jab him between the eyes with a forearm smash.
As Robin got to his feet, he turned around and was blasted with a thick blast of smoke from Penguin’s umbrella. Robin immediately closed his eyes, coughing from the smoke. Blinded momentarily, he acted frantically attempting to clear his vision. Penguin meanwhile scrambled away into the warehouse, his bird like cackle able to be heard. Eyesight back to normal, somewhat, Robin entered the clustered aisles in search of Penguin. It couldn’t be too hard spotting that lumbering idiot. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 22:00:32 GMT
The show was entertaining if nothing watching to two birds fight with each other down below. A little Robin against a fat Penguin. A fight he would have love to set back and watch till it end. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option this night when he had work to do. Then again the arrival of the new Boy Wonder did put a nick into his plans. It could easily compromise his dealing with Penguin if the fat fool think that he had led the boy to their meeting this night. True Jason would rather place a bullet into Penguin then talk to him, but he needed to the little man. No one in Gotham could move arms like him and the "Red Hood" needed him, for now anyways. "You little punk..." He growls before setting off along the high catwalk awhile below smoke filled the air.
Quickly he leaped over the side landing on the boxes right above the Penguin making him squawk. "That sounded more like a Chicken then a..." But he was cut off by Cobblepot. "YOU!!" He shouted pointing his umbrella at him. "I should have known you was working with Bloody Bat!" However this time it was Jason turned to silent him. "If I was then he would be himself, not the boy. Now do you want help or not?" He said grinning behind his red mask. "Best hurry that smoke won't keep him for long!" With a look of pure hatred, Cobblepot spun around and hurried out while talking. "Deal with this then. We'll make an arrangement on a later date! Bloody fools, all of you!"
At last Jason let his breath go as he gritted his teeth. It had been a test of all his training on control to himself from shooting the little man right then and there. The whole night was now a waste cause of one kid. Then again... This could be his chance to see just what his replacement was really made of. Jumping up Jason made his way silently along the boxes atop the high shelves as he hunted his prey. With him hunting Cobblepot below Jason was fairly sure this would give him an advantage from above. After all when was the last time a Penguin flew? Spotting Robin below Jason made his move. "That was careless, boy!" He said using his training to allow his voice to echo in the large warehouse. "You're lucky it was smoked. You could easily be dead right now!"
Jason remembers the times he fought the Penguin and all his umbrella tricks: hidden blades, smoke, poison, and guns. He himself still carried a scar from the hidden blade. Carelessness seemed to be a trait of the Robins. But Jason wasn't a little bird anymore. Tonight he would be the hunter if need be. "The fat man is gone now, boy! I suggest you leave...." he said before dropping off the self and landing silently at the end of the aisles darkest end. "Now!" He said in a growl from under his Red Hood.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2015 10:12:16 GMT
Tim raised his left arm, and with his right hand pressed a few buttons on the gauntlet. From there a holographic display popped up of his contact; Batgirl, whom Tim was working with on this given night. ”Batgirl, Penguin’s gone. I’m going to call in the GCPD to confiscate this stuff, I’ll rally back wit-“. Tim stopped. He had heard something in the darkness, a miniscule bit of movement was al, which was then followed by the sound of a voice echoing throughout the warehouse. ”Hold on”. Tim said before pressing a button on his gauntlet, ending the comms link to Batgirl.
Tim took out his bo staff again, holding it up, with it leaning back over his shoulder as he walked further into the warehouse. He heard the voice again, and then again. With each time, the voice sounding as though its origin was from another part of the warehouse. With every sentence, the Boy Wonder began moving in a different direction. Not too sure whether he was coming or going.
’The fat man is gone now, boy! I suggest you leave....’
”No thanks, I’d rather stick around and settle for taking out the crook who let Penguin leave instead”.Tim said in retort, feeling as though he was getting closer towards the source. ’Now!. Just a split second having heard the command, Tim turned around and threw out a couple of Batarangs into the darkness in front of him, feeling as though he may be right. He dropped his bo staff to his side as well, holding as though bracing himself for combat. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2015 18:51:10 GMT
Batgirl? Jason thougth to himself as he watched the boy from the end of the shadows. So he working with her on this case then? It was then that he made up his mind for a new plan. It was sooner then he had planned but he couldn't have asked for a better scenario. He could test this new Robin, as well as let out a bit of anger, and have a little chat with an old firend. However, first he would have to take care of his replacement to start. Snapping out of his thoughts Jason quickly dropped low just as a couple of Batarangs flew over him. "Alright then boy!" Jason yelled out as he lunched himself foward.
"Guess we'll doing this the hard way!" He had to close the distance between the two quickly. Prefering not to let him use the adantage that his bo staff would allow him Jason rushed out of the darkness tossing a pair of his own progectiles at the boy. Quickly following that at five feet from Robin Jason jumped up then pushing off the side of the shelves graining himself added hight. From there he spund around being his heel down hard toward Robin head. Landed or not Jason was ready for what this night had to offer him. "Let's see if you good enougth for that R!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 13:34:47 GMT
Unarmed combat versus Tim in close quarters situations was always something of a viable option, and a weakness that Tim needed to work on. Fortunately the bo staff relieved a great deal of that weakness, a peripheral for Tim to channel his strength and speed through. From out of the shadows, Tim saw Red Hood emerge unscathed by the thrown Batarangs, projecting his own throwing weapons. Tim braced himself as they zipped through the air, taking a step or two back as they drew near. Once they were in range, Tim swiftly spun his staff and in one sweeping slash wiped the projectiles out.
But not Red Hood was near enough on top of him. Mere yards away, the hooded opponent used the shelves to get some height into his leap. Tim was prepared with his staff, using it to block the attack attempt of the Hood, shoving him back to create a few yards worth of distance. Tim held the staff firm, and proceeded towards his attacker, swinging the staff around to attack, moving in sync with the staff. Tim was hoping to catch this guy with a smack across the mouth, because the ‘boy’ remark was starting to get really annoying. |
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