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Post by TNG Staff on Jun 16, 2016 0:21:43 GMT -6
It was just a normal night and JJ, as Blue Bat, was out patrolling Gotham. It had been a rather quiet night, only a few robberies, three muggings and two assaults. Of course it was only midnight, his night was just starting. He was on his own Bat-cycle which at first glance looked like no other blue souped up motorcycle. Of course at a base level it was just that. It was just that all the upgrades were far above what most would consider typical upgrades. Weapons, security, bullet absorbent and incredible speed. He was driving along turned into the police and SHIELD frequencies looking for anything while Herald scanned nearby cameras for any potential crime.
'I don't know Blue, she could do worse.'
It wasn't any secret that they didn't care for Red Hood spending time with Dinah. It wasn't a secret, not something that could really be hidden from them. Yes JJ and Red may have agreed on the grand scheme of things, but they didn't agree on how. JJ refused to admit what was obvious however and that was that Red,or really anyone wasn't good enough for his sister. With his father 'paralyzed' and Thomas off doing whatever half the time JJ had become the Patriarch of the family, whether he wanted to or not. It was likely Owen was listening in, he had all the frequencies and likely had figured out their identities by now. Red Hood may be a hot headed gun toting psycho, but he was as smart as he was violent.
'What about that blue guy, David or Darren...'
"Danny"
'Yeah, him. They have a lot in common too, it could have happened.'
"It likely did."
That only received a grunt from Dick before he suddenly became distracted. JJ heard it too. His enhanced senses picking up the 'POP POP POP' of automatic fire. He quickly turned and headed towards it.
'6th and Grundy. Looks like the Hood inspired some sort of militia. They're targeting the police and any perceived criminals.'
'Danny doesn't seem so bad now...'
The militia wasn't far from where he was and he quickly headed there. Sure enough he saw a group of 20 men all well armed marching down the street, accompanied by a truck with homemade armor. Behind them hew saw two flaming cop cars and at least two dead cops, or he hoped they weren't but given the weapons he wasn't hopeful. He skidded to stop in front of them and stepped off his bike, his cape cloaking around him.
'Stand down! Go to your homes or...'
"It's Blue Bat! He beat up the innocent guy! Nearly killed him!"
'I hate Senators...'
He wasn't dumb. He knew the man was referring to the child killer he'd beaten to a pulp. Since then there had been all kinds of spins and twists and now Blue Bat was considered no different than Red Hood, just less finesse. He was prepared for bullets, which was why the grenade took him by surprise. It was a cooked Flash Bang. That was new to him. He was used to dealing with weapons bought off the Black Market. Just usually they were the obvious choices. SAWs, frag and incendiary grenades, and other automatics. No this group knew what they were doing. He tried to shield himself when the grenade went off. He staggered back, blinded and deafened. Just as he began to get sight he received buckshot to the face. The cowl protected him but it still hurt like hell. The group was advancing on him. Before her could react though a lasso was placed around his neck as he felt the militia open fire on him. Mostly 9mm and buckshot, but it would still leave bruising. He managed to get his hand under the rope right before he was pulled off his feet. The rope had been attached to the back of the truck and was now dragging him through Gotham. He could faintly hear Herald trying to call to him. He understood the words 'Blue' and 'Emergency'. JJ knew the Emergency call in was different for each bat member. JJ's first was always Dinah, then Thomas, T'Shan, Rayne and then any other allies. Rayne had been added afterwards. Mainly since if he needed her help it was likely he wasn't doing good and may need to tell her a few things.
He knew with the armor he wasn't likely to be strangled, but being dragged at 40+ MPH through the streets would do damage. He knew if went too long he could have his neck snapped. As he was dragged he could feel the injuries, scrapes, cuts, broken bones. He used his free hand, the one ensuring he wasn't being strangled, to grab a bird-a-rang, and begin to cut the rope. He could faintly hear his father's voice but the flash bang had done more damage to his enhanced senses than perhaps even they thought. As the truck, and him, rounded a corner he managed to cut the rope, which sent him flying into a cafe. He went through a fence, through their tables and chairs and through the main window. He rolled across the floor and came to a stop upside down against a booth. He coughed as he pulled the noose off of his neck and sighed. He couldn't really hear much and only saw through spots as he saw several forms appear in the hole he'd left in the window.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 16, 2016 19:54:16 GMT -6
Dinah had passed out the moment her head hit the pillow. It felt like all the jet lag and work had been catching up with her the past few days, and all the sleep in the world wasn't going to make her feel rested. Constant running around, dealing with other artists, producers and , trying to plan a tour, and patrolling had taken it's toll, along with whatever the hell was going on in her private life with Owen. That was something she hadn’t even sat down to figure out. Honestly she didn’t want to look too hard at it yet. People would start asking questions.
Tonight was supposed to be her night off, her brother was holding down the Gotham fort. She was just going to pass the hell out and ignore everything and everyone. She’d put her phone on silent and had told her assistant that she wasn’t to be bothered, especially after that horrible lunch. No more ordering sushi from that place anymore, toss the menu, etc. She just wanted to sleep. Life, especially for her, never worked that way.
The one thing that wasn’t on silent was her emergency comm. It took her a few moments to come fully awake, thinking at first it was an alarm. But then she heard her father’s voice and she snapped awake, snatching it off the nightstand. All she really needed to hear was the word “Emergency” and she was up. Dad didn’ throw that word around lightly and if he was calling her, well that meant her brother was in trouble.
“I’m up! I’m up..I’ll be right there, just...gotta find pants. Can one of you geniuses figure out how to get me a caffeine patch or something in my suit for days like these?” Dinah ran to her closet and tossed on her costume in record time.
”I know it’s your night off and all, but your boyfriend has minions. And not the cute, yellow, gibberish speaking kind.”
“Oh for crying out loud! He’s not my boyfriend!” Dinah threw open her balcony door and jumped, firing a grapnel and swinging off into the night. She followed the coordinates for Blue Bat’s distress beacon, swinging as fast as she could.
“Oh SHIT!” She missed a connecting shot and panicked for a moment firing off another shot. Apparently she was still a little groggy but the rush of adrenaline was more than enough to wake her up.
“Oh shit what?! Don’t make me call in help for you too.”
“I”m fine! I’m good...I’m almost there...just missed my first hook. More tired than I though. Nothing like free falling to wake you up!” She said with a false cheerfulness. She landed on the rooftop opposite the storefront her brother had gone through and saw the gathering mob. She sighed.
“I’m in a nightmare...that’s all this is, a ridiculous nightmare. Why the hell else would there be idiots running around dressed like that? Red helmets make nice targets, why would you wear those?”
”Don’t know. Ready to go be the big bad wolf?”
“Yeah, I’ll go huff and puff and kick their asses.” Nightwing looked around for a landing spot and decided on a car. People had insurance for this kind of thing anyway.
Swinging down, she landed, rather loudly on top of an SUV, and whistled sharply, putting power behind it to make sure she got everybody’s attention.
“Don’t you guys think it’s a little gauche to jack someone’s style? I mean, couldn’t you have picked someone better? Like….oh I dunno, the Penguin? At least he had class.”
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Post by TNG Staff on Jun 20, 2016 11:39:21 GMT -6
JJ was hurting, he was in serious pain right now. He was still seeing spots, had a strong ringing in his ears plus there was the wounds from the gun shots and the pain in his neck. Luckily his armor had stopped the rounds and buck shot but he also knew he had several bruises forming on his chest and stomach. He was also fairly certain that he had some broken ribs. If anything he'd be surprised if he had less then three broken ribs. Between that and the likely blown ear drums he'd have a hell of a time explaining that to the paparazzi. Luckily for him explaining injuries as a Bat was one of the first things they're taught. Well that and how to take a punch. He could only hear a few words from Herald.
'.....can...........Nightwi.......help.'
"Help Nightwing. Got it Herald."
Great, his voice modulator was going. He'd turn it off later. Right now his sister needed help and that was more important. He rolled over onto his stomach and coughed a bit before using what was left of a table he'd knocked over to help himself up. He reached under his cape and grabbed one of his escrima sticks as he approached the broken window. He saw Nightwing unleash one of her powerful whistles and only got a little bit of it. WHat concerned him more was that only about half seemed effected. The others remained mostly unharmed. So either her whistle wasn't as effective, unlikely, or they had some kind of ear plugs and sound dampeners in their helmets. The longer this went on the more JJ realized there was something else going on right now.
"Why is she talking about someone's ass?"
He asked shaking his head before knocking one man into another. The two spun around with their weapons drawn only for one to get an escrima stick to the helmet shattering it. He then felt the barrel of a pistol placed against his head. Without another thought he drove his fist into the man's crotch and then threw him into what was left of the fence he'd gone through himself.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jun 21, 2016 19:58:53 GMT -6
Red Hood stood on the roof and watched as the militia went to town. He'd been listening on the frequency as he occasionally did when Owen heard he had a group of armed thugs. This was news to him, as he usually kept his armed thugs in check. He'd just gotten there in time to see Blue Bat smash through a window and Dinah dive into action. Owen kept back and watched how the situation was progressing. He made a note to ask Scarlet to look into these guys at some point.
Dinah made some proclamation about them stealing someone better's style. That made Owen frown. He saw Blue Bat stagger out of the shop and then start beating on people. That meant that Blue Bat was okay. Red Hood paused. Did he care if the other Bat was injured? Just because Dinah was related to him? That was news to him. He saw one of the mob take aim at Dinah and Owen had just about enough of them. Red Hood tossed some pellets in the air, dazzlers Locke lifted from Captain America's own design.
The dazzlers went off, shining distracting lights above the crowd, and Red Hood swung in on a grapnel line and tackled the gun man to the ground beating him senseless with a fist. "Hey. I have several classes. I was never very good at home ec, mind you, but I make a hell of a Sorcerer." Red Hood drew his staff and started swinging at the large crowd.
"I have half a mind to sue them all for copyright infringement. I never opened a franchise. I'm not Batman for Christ's sake." At this range, he could hear Blue Bat. The questions he was asking were concerning. Also, the voice modulator was going in and out. That was also concerning. He was going to be more of a liability in this fight if he was too injured.
"Say... Do you need to sit down, Blue? You kind of look like a dog threw you up and then ate you, then got eaten by a dragon and thrown up again." Red Hood shrugged. He was far to busy for good metaphors. He swung his staff left and right, disarming thugs as they came into his range. They did hesitate for a moment, which showed there might be some confusion as to why the Red Hood was not on their side. Red Hood intended to milk every moment of that to disarm them.
"I am so tired of fighting armed crowds with you."
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jun 22, 2016 16:43:37 GMT -6
A groan of frustration emanated from Dinah as her whistle was not as effective at gaining attention as she had hoped. So, not only were they dressed like him, they seemed similarly equipped. She really had to question if Owen actually had started dressing his little band of merry men like him. She jumped down from the roof of the car, pulling out her escrima as she went. It was time to play hardball.
"Help me? BB, I'm here to help you. Try not to do anything too crazy, like have a car break your fall or something, until I can get this under control, huh?"
She ducked under one swing and kicked him in the side while knocking aside another gun just as it was about to fire. She saw JJ get to his feet and join the fray from the other side. He seemed to be going a little slow, for him. Still more than fast enough to handle these people, but still, she started to make her way to him. She was worried he'd push himself too far and actually injure something he couldn't just work through. She started working through the guys in front of her, sensing one trying to come at her from behind and pulling out a batarang to throw at him. She was midway through turning when her lenses started to compensate for the sudden flashing and she hummed a moment, quietly to herself, to compensate for the sudden noises. Just as she started to throw, her target was tackled to the ground. By Red Hood himself. Well that at least answered her question about whether he had decided have his own little gang of lookalikes.
She finished her follow through, the batarang embedding itself in another man's helmet seconds before it exploded and covered the helmet in ice. He quickly pulled it off and it dropped to the ground with a dull, heavy thud. She looked over at her brother, a frown forming as he seemed to have trouble hearing.
"Well they're only following in your footsteps. You weren't the first to wear that get up, you know." Nightwing snapped at Hood. She was grumpy and tired and getting shot at and worried about her brother. All the punching wasn't helping lighten her mood either. She felt and then heard the shotgun go off and strike her in the side, knocking her just a little off kilter. She rounded on the gunman, jaw clicking in annoyance and anger. She took a few vicious jabs at the guy in front of her, jamming her escrima into his neck and tasering him before throwing three batarangs at various people left in front of her. Two exploded into ice, covering a few guys and the third simply exploded, knocking back it's target into a parked car. Then she took a stand slightly in front of her brother.
"Don't even talk to me about tired. I was asleep when these idiots thought they'd play at being soldiers." She looked back over her shoulder at JJ for a moment, trying to assess his condition. This close she could see it looked bad. Probably felt worse. That just made her more mad. "You ok to continue? It's ok if you're not. I'll just have to break a few extra limbs."
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Post by TNG Staff on Jun 22, 2016 22:43:35 GMT -6
As the dazzlers went off JJ pretty much ignored them. He was seeing bright spots right now anyways so what were a few more? His hearing was, for all intents and purposes, gone and he had trouble seeing past 15 feet. Luckily those 15 feet were filled with people who wanted his blood so he had that in his...favor(?). He drove an elbow into the throat of one man trying to come up beside him and was about to swing a knife at him. Behind him might as well be nothing more than a void, but his vision still kind of worked well. He was about to attack the new comer Red Hood when his direction changed and he began attacking others. He was mildly confused first but then just rolled with it.
"What now about charmed cows? I thought I had brain damage."
He said with an attempt at a laugh. Of course all that did was hurt his ribs more which allowed one to punch him in the back. He may have been trying to make a joke about it but in reality he was hurting. He also knew he was likely heavily concussed. Between the shots to the head and being dragged it wasn't good for him.
'Damn it Blue! Get out of there now! That's an order! Nightwing, Red Hood, I know you hear me. Get him out of there!'
Herald wasn't about to watch yet another Bat-family member die, especially a family member. Of course JJ hadn't heard that, and also had no intention of leaving anyways. JJ blocked one punch and turned it into a simple judo shoulder throw, dropping the man on his back. Just as he stood back up one man wrapped his arms around JJ's neck from behind.
"Who is Jim and why are we letting him pout?"
JJ asked confused. He wasn't too concerned about the man behind him. The neck armor in his suit made this particular attack mostly useless and more made his shoulders and damaged ribs uncomfortable. JJ drove a few of his shoulders back before driving his head back into the man's head cracking the red helmet but also staggering JJ himself. He was more concussed than he'd first thought. The man without a helmet staggered away and JJ spun, driving his shin into the man's head dropping him in a heap. He was about to turn and attack someone else when he felt a shotgun blast hit him in the side and drop him to one knee.
"We don't wanna fight you Nightwing and especially you Mr. Hood. This guy nearly killed the Senator's innocent son. He needs to hang from a lamp post!"[/b]
He yelled before being sent into a parked car by Dinah's bat-a-rang. Meanwhile 6 had broken off awhile ago and left the others with the two heroes and Owen. But the six weren't leaving, they'd stopped at the truck and grabbed something from a trunk. Three grabbed SAW's fitted with armor piercing rounds. Yes the Bats had more than typical armor, but with that kind of fire power it wouldn't last long. One grabbed an AR-15 with an incendiary rounds, the fifth had a grenade launcher and the last one took a .50 cal sniper rifle heading down an alley and towards a roof.
JJ meanwhile simply threw his escrima stick at the man who'd shot him. JJ pulled himself to his feet just as Dinah got to him and he placed a hand on her shoulder to steady himself.
"Don't worry NW I'm here now. What's this about some Debra Mimms? Who is that anyways?"
He asked as the 6 men, the highly skilled members of either some police group or Liz's group took their places.
'I got movement incoming on all streets. No police. SOmeone has paid off the police, which doesn't narrow it down. Get out of there!'
"What'd he ssay?"
He asked before three flash bang grenades rolled to the feet of the targets. JJ quickly brought his hands up to shield his eyes, his one sense that worked. His ear drums were likely ruptured so it didn't really matter at this point.
"Where do they keep getting these?"
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jul 4, 2016 10:17:01 GMT -6
"Yeah. I think he's a little messed up. More than the usual brain damage."
"I'll help you get back to sleep when this is all over." Red Hood twirled his staff and smashed into the helmets of two more idiots. He heard a shotgun discharge and saw Dinah stumble. Owen let his fear take over. "Nightwing? Are you okay?!" Then he heard another shotgun fire and stared over at Blue Bat. He was starting to look worse for the wear. Then he heard Herald issue an order. For once Owen wasn't going to argue.
When he heard the speaker address Nightwing and himself, Owen had had enough. He activated the amplifier on his voice changer and then returned his staff to his belt. "That moron was a Senator's son? He tried to attack an 8 year old girl. I was there. He's lucky I didn't shoot him through the face." Someone came at him with a knife and Owen just sighed. He knocked the knife away and grabbed his wrist, twisting until he heard a satisfying pop. "Yeah. I've met at least one of those guys. Real asshole."
"Oh, f*ck this. I tried playing things your way." Red Hood looked at Nightwing. "You heard Herald. Get the moron out of here. I'll distract them for a few minutes then follow along." He drew his guns and started opening fire on the armed crowd, aiming for their body armor. "You want to dress like Red Hood? Fine. Then we're going to play the game the Red Hood way. Come get some."
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jul 24, 2016 0:52:06 GMT -6
"That...is a very good question, BB. Those are not standard street hardware. Military grade. Joy." Nightwing looked at her brother as he used her shoulder to steady himself. Sure, they'd both had their fair share of ass kickings, but this was on another level. And she was pissed. She would have liked nothing more than to crack a few heads together, but these thugs had more of an arsenal than she was prepared to deal with at the moment. So she reigned in her anger as best as she could, using it to focus.
She had to get JJ out of there, he was a liability at the moment, both emotionally and physically. She looked around quickly, trying to recall where a safe house was they could go to. At the very least, she had to make sure JJ didn't need a trip to the hospital. Two streets up, three over. Getting him there was going to be a chore if he didn't cooperate, and she couldn't just whistle a dainty tune and have him follow either. But she'd carry him if she had to. Her only other concern was leaving Owen here by himself.
"Just try not to die, huh? Or kill anyone?" She didn't loudly object when Owen decided to take off the kid gloves off. She didn't have the time. She saw the flash bangs roll toward them just before they exploded and she decided that was a good enough cue to exit stage left.
"Hold on, we're going for a ride, BB." She slipped her arm around JJ under his cape and grabbed his belt and fired off a grapnel to the nearest roof. Once up there she tried to steady her brother and look him in the face, to get even the smallest sense of how well he was able to focus at the moment. It was not encouraging.
"Hey, hey look at me...I'm gonna need to you to keep up, ok? We gotta move." She wondered for a moment if he could even hear her, but on some level, she knew he'd understand he needed to follow her. They were twins after all. Insufferable though he may be at times, he was still her brother and that came with some level of understanding that one else in the world had. So she grabbed his arm and started heading for the next rooftop.
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Post by TNG Staff on Jul 24, 2016 21:23:42 GMT -6
As soon as Dinah grabbed him and pulled him to the roof some of the men with the better weapons, the SAWs and the AR-15 began to open fire. JJ was about to say something and try and stop Owen when he realized that he had been aiming for body armor. But the men falling weren't all him. The three of them had stumbled into something serious. What was meant to be just the death of JJ, and a likely inter-Bat war was about to be a Bat slaughter. He couldn't even argue with her at this point, mostly because he couldn't hear her. He simply nodded his head. He knew where this was going, they were twins and they were close. He needed to get out of there before they completed their goal. His hearing meant that she couldn't use her voice but in his shape knocking him out wouldn't be difficult. However their quest to safety wouldn't last long. She pulled him by the arm but he tugged her down as a .50 round destroyed an air conditioner behind them.
"Sniper. Across the street. Red needs help. I'll get the sniper."
He didn't actually know if Owen needed help, but with the hardware down there and their potential training his own skills wouldn't amount to much after awhile.
"Go get your boyfriend on my mark."
He said before catching the glint of the sniper scope. Or he hoped it was the glint, it could be one of the many spots that were now beginning to become part of him. He had only one option, and he didn't like it for a variety of reasons. He flipped open a panel on his forearm and typed a code in. The bat symbol on his chest began to blink as a button popped up on the side of his hands. He jumped up and spread his arms, making a target.
"NOW!"
But as he did he pressed the button and fired a large burst of energy from his chest, similar to a basic chest blast from Iron Man, except his was concussive and electrical. His suit would be fried and any electronics would be dead, but the sniper was done. The ledge he'd been using as a shooting rest was a pile of rubble. JJ noticed the butt end of a rifle laying in the pile and boots sticking out from behind what was left of the ledge. Between the ledge and the armor the man was likely still alive. However part of him would be accepting of his death, he shot at his sister.
He flipped his mask up revealing the simple domino mask under neath, an old Nightwing mask from his father to be precise. He managed to flip the cowl entirely back, it was designed to collapse into itself. Not as precise or impressive as even the most basic current Iron man armor, but it does the trick. As the air hit his head he could feel the warm trickle of blood from one ear, a burst ear drum. The blast would have likely distracted everyone down below, but they were still well armed. At least Owen and the others had taken out the rest of the gang, leaving only the last 5.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jul 25, 2016 17:20:11 GMT -6
"You are asking a lot today, Songbird."
Owen spoke between the discharges of his pistol. Once he saw that Blue Bat and Nightwing were away, Red Hood opened up indiscriminately on the crowd. He didn't care about body armor or anything else. The man who taught him to shoot once told him that 'you don't pull the trigger unless you are prepared to take a life'. Red Hood was fully prepared.
One of the thugs with an AR-15 leveled it at Owen and fired. He moved to dodge, but felt the shock plates in his armor absorb and shatter under the rounds. He couldn't count the hits that he took. The moron had converted the gun to fully automatic. That was dumb. Much less accurate. Perfect for the spray and pray method though. He stumbled and counted himself lucky it was that instead of the SAW. A squad automatic weapon would have shredded him inside his suit.
Red Hood dropped to one knee, jacket and tunic torn away in multiple spots, revealing the body armor layer underneath. As the thug nearest with the AR-15 approached, Owen holstered his pistols realizing that he was out classed. He held his hands up and the thug laughed and took aim, point blank. Red Hood slipped a batarang out of his sleeve and stabbed the man in the foot. His assailant screamed and Owen came up and grabbed the rifle, pushing up. He clocked the man in the jaw with the stock and disoriented him. Then Red Hood pulled the rifle out of the man's hand and smashed him again.
He took a few moments and took a few of the spare magazines from the fallen enemy, then stood up. "You've made me very angry. You won't like me when I'm angry." Red Hood took aim and started firing the remaining rounds in his magazine at the other thugs. He was aiming for others with AR-15s and worse, but nailing whoever he could as well. He didn't want to leave anyone out.
The empty mag was ejected and he swapped quickly, flipping the switch to 3 round bursts. Owen walked forwards and started doing what he could to clear the area and avoid accidentally shooting someone. "F*ck each and every last one of you assholes." Then Red Hood turned in time to see two soldiers with AR-15s open fire on him. He spun and the shock plates in his back shattered under the rounds, shredding even more of his tunic and what was left of his jacket.
Red Hood fell forward, hit the pavement and rolled over, returning firing and downing the two men. He was going to be a giant bruise later. He just knew it. Before he could get up though, three men tackled him and started hitting him from all sides. Then more of the soldiers were on him, raining blows down on his armor from every direction. The helmet cracked and the HUD flickered. A grim smile crossed his lips. If this was how he was going to go out, well... At least he'd saved Dinah in the process. And her lame ass brother was alive too, he guessed. Small miracles.
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Post by Liz Kane on Jul 31, 2016 21:12:20 GMT -6
Having been watching everything from a remote distance, Batwoman was marginally pleased with what had been going on. She hadn't made herself known just yet to the world, though she had little doubt they had been looking for her, even if they didn't know it. So far, she had made herself a phantom in Gotham, only every really getting her hands dirty once as she didn't trust anyone else. Now she was making her first real strike, trying to take Blue Bat out of play. Of course, she had known someone would respond. They all talked to each other. She was not expecting Red Hood to show up so soon or to be so defensive, but it was something she could work with.
As the two bats tried to make their escape, Batwoman decided to enter into the fray. Silently she made her way over to the rooftop they had landed on, not even batting an eye at losing her sniper. It was his own fault for not masking his scope. If he were better, he would have known to hide the glare. She landed silently just as Nightwing turned around to rejoin Red Hood as she had been ordered to. The woman almost ran right into her.
She stuttered for a moment and stared at her but Batwoman didn't give her much time to recover from her shock. She gave a small smirk before her hand struck out, snapping Nightwing's head back before delivering a swift strike at her midsection and kicking her feet out from under her. Nightwing landed with a dull thud on the roof and Batwoman put her boot on her windpipe.
"It seems you have blown your load a bit prematurely, Blue Bat."
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jul 31, 2016 22:27:36 GMT -6
Nightwing looked up at the air conditioner from her vantage point so close to the roof she could smell the tar. Well, what was left of it. There was a rather sizable hole in it. There could have been a rather sizable hole in her. She supposed her brother wasn't completely out of it if he'd spotted that. But he was still crazy. And he was in no shape to stay out here and fight. She was about to argue that Owen could take care of himself, when she heard the automatic gunfire. Also, JJ didn't seem like he was going to argue the point as he took out the sniper across the street.
Without a word and on his mark she got up and ready to go back to Owen when she stopped short. She thought maybe she had hit her head too hard, she was seeing things. Aunt Katie's name was on the wall in New York. They all knew she was dead. But it was more than just the costume, she held herself the same way. Was she a ghost? "You...you're...dea-" the upper cut was definitely real and definitely vicious. She hadn't been hit like that in awhile. All she saw were stars. Her arms came up automatically, trying to protect what they could. The next punch was also solid, doubling her over before she was sent flat on her back, the wind knocked out of her. Whoever she was, she was very well trained and was now trying to crush Nightwing's windpipe. Fantastic.
Giving up on trying to get the imposter's foot off her throat, Nightwing struck at her knee, trying to make it buckle. She instead released her a little too easily before telling her to "Catch!". What she caught was a thermite grenade which she quickly tossed off the roof.
"Hood! Fire in the hole!!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 10:58:20 GMT -6
Dean was on a stake out mission on the edge of Gotham. It was nothing too interesting really. Just someone trading secrets, but they hadn't come it was about to look like a bust when his cell phone began going off. He glanced down wondering who was contacting him when he just saw a flashing message.
'Corner of 14th and Marshall. Blue Bat in danger.'
He didn't know how someone had gotten his number, or what was going on. But he'd always been close to the Graysons, even had a thing for Dinah when they were younger. So it made sense he was contacted, being in the area. He left the scene, writing it off as a bust and hopped on his modified Harley, shield on his back and guns ready. As he neared the area, which was oddly quiet, he saw a group of men dressed as Red Hood pounding on someone else. He skidded to a stop and jumped off. He probably could've jumped better if he actually had two legs, but he was getting around pretty well. As he ran he pulled his shield off his back and drew his luger. He didn't like taking lives, but when it came to saving one there were times he had no option. He fired one round into a man's thigh but the bullet was stopped by armor.
"Of course..."
He ran forward as one man looked up only to get his helmet smashed by the shield. It was then he heard someone yell and saw a grenade falling which he knew he had to do something to prevent. He didn't have a lot of options and knew he had to do something. He brought his shield up and knew that it could essentially hold up to the grenade, briefly. He managed to use his shield to sort of reroute the grenade which he then threw as it went off. The grenade landed in a pile of molten metal. He turned and drove the pistol butt into the top of the head on one man.
"That was for the shield, dicks."
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Post by TNG Staff on Aug 1, 2016 11:18:16 GMT -6
JJ knew that with that distraction Dinah should have no problem getting down there to rescue Hood. He may not like Hood, but at the same time he'd come to help and Dinah liked him. So he was willing to tolerate him for her. But suddenly he found himself not caring about that as a ghost stood before him. It was one of the many funerals he'd gone to, or at least that he remembered. His memory from that time was hazy at best. His hearing was coming back so he was picking out some words. The no cowl was helping matters. He could feel the bruise forming on his neck however.
"Boy if I had a nickel...."
It was a crude joke but it was humorous. Plus he also had no idea how to react to any of this. His sister got her ass handed to her by a ghost. As she threw a grenade he tried to throw a bat-a-rang to stop the grenade but his aim was still off. However the slight bump at the grenade may have been enough to help Dean save it. He tried to use it as a distraction when he went to attack. He ran forward, as best he could with broken ribs. He placed his foot on the air conditioner and jumped aiming a spinning kick to the impostor's head. He needed to take her down and save Dinah. He would always come and try to rescue her. She was his sister and meant more to him than anyone except for Barby. When it came to Barby he wouldn't hesitate to use Dinah as a human shield.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Aug 5, 2016 21:53:27 GMT -6
Blows continued to rain down on Owen. He heard something about firing in the hole. And then there was a flash. The idiots were using a thermite grenade. He recognized the sound of it going off. What he didn't know was how they got it. Or why he wasn't currently on fire. He didn't ask questions. Owen spoke softly. "Anti-personnel measures. Discharge." The suit released a blast of electricity and fired some tear gas from jets in between the plates. The combat suit he rarely wore, had higher end protection, but this would give him a minute breather.
The crowd parted for a second and Red Hood stood up, helmet cracked and costume shredded. His armor plating was sticking out from under the rags that used to be a jacket, tunic and some of his pants. He nodded to the SHIELD Agent, mumbling something like 'about time' and then started shooting people in the helmets with his AR-15. He didn't really care if the helmets held or not. This was officially war now.
One of the men stumbled towards Red Hood and he grabbed a fragmentation grenade pin and yanked it out, leaving it still attached to the vest. He looked over at Dean. "I'd be leaving, if I were you." Owen pulled out his grapnel and fired it, anchoring it on to the rooftop and hitting the retract button. There was the report of a gunshot and the rope snapped. Red Hood dropped and smashed into the hood of a car. He took a moment to catch his breath, wondering momentarily if there was a God and if he'd been tired of screwing with the platypus.
Hood looked up and saw two rather shiny combat mechs approaching. That explained the line he'd just fired. Apparently, these guys weren't screwing around today. There was a sound of an explosion as the grenade took out several of the crowd. Red Hood got off the car and started firing more round, until he depleted the gun. He pulled out his pistols and started firing, dropping his rifle and aiming for anything that looked like a vital spot or chink in the armor. Ammo was getting low. This wasn't going to work forever. He hoped someone had a plan.
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