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Post by TNG Staff on Dec 31, 2015 1:51:21 GMT -6
Things seemed to be going back to normal. The portals were shut down, the duplicates were gone and taken care of. More importantly things were actually going semi-decent between him and Rayne. Everything was going good, certainly nothing to complain about. Things were getting back to normal for him, or as normal as they good be in between parenting, heroics and acting. Now was the time for heroics. He was out doing a simple patrol of Gotham. So far it was rather quiet, almost boring. Aside from one car jacking and Riddler wannabe who spoke in Knock Knock jokes the night was boring. He was spending his time helping Barby with her homework over the comm link and texting Rayne. He had to be careful with Rayne though. He didn't need to scare her off by going too fast. He himself was already concerned since the last time they got really close she shut him down and nine months later Barby was on his door step. Of course that was great, but he also never really stopped loving Rayne, a fact that most people were well aware of.
"Ok, now what about your math homework?"
'I finished it before you left. Remember?'
"Obviously not. So your homework is done?"
'Mostly, yeah.'
"Mostly?"
'Well I have to write a paragraph on the Civil War.'
He laughed lightly as he moved along the rooftops. It was certainly an interesting concept. Especially because it was also rather vague.
'Which one?'
'That's what I asked! She said the US Civil War.'
He did a quick flip over a gap and then came upon an abandoned lot and twenty people standing in there, clearly prepared for an all out fight.
"Alright Nightingale, I have to go. Looks like I got some work to do."
'Be careful!'
He signed off before turning his attention back to the lot. On either side was ten people. All of them armed with a variety of weapons. Everything from bats and chains to assault rifles. He checked his belt before examining everything else. There were four construction lights, one on each corner. He grabbed his bird-a-rang and twirled it around in his fingers. With a flick of the wrist the bird-a-rang circled the lot hitting all but one light, shattering them. He then followed that up with with a smoke bomb. The group of twenty began to look around confused, preparing for one of the Bats.
Blue Bat dropped down into the smoke and darkened area. He punched one before pulling back and elbowing another behind him. He jumped up and spun, kicking two more in the jaw before firing a grapple line and going back up to a roof, taking one man with him. As the smoke cleared the man he'd grabbed was hanging from the destroyed light.
"Fifteen to go...."
He said before one of them opened fire with an AK-47 in his location. He quickly ran along the edge before dropping down and disappearing into the shadows of the empty lot.
'He's over there!'
"Well f*ck."
A quick bolo around the charging man's ankles took him down for the time being. He rushed forward and ducked under a bat, placed his hands on the ground and pushed off to the side, driving his feet into the jaw of another charging man.
'Good news. I've decided to accept your surrender. Line up single file and we can make this easy.'
He noticed one man aiming and tilted his head to the side and the bullet shot past.
'Why do they always think that will work?"
He asked before grabbing his escrima sticks from behind his cape. With a flick of his wrists they each turned into nunchaku. He began to quickly avoid and block blows while striking with his nunchaku.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 5, 2016 21:53:31 GMT -6
This little skirmish came up as part of Red Hood's plan to eliminate his competition for consolidation of his little group of criminals and miscreants. He'd put together groups of weapons dealers and various other criminals to create a small gang of his own. Now the trick was wiping out the competition and consolidating his control, so he could begin expansion. He had decided not to get his hands dirty and just to sit back and watch. It was keeping him amused until Blue Bat showed up and started to do the work for him. Owen was inclined to watch them beat each other, but then he shrugged. Nightwing wouldn't want Blue Bat to come to too much harm. Maybe this would be fun after all.
Red Hood dropped off the crane he was standing on and fired a set of batarangs at two thugs behind Blue Bat. "They probably don't realize that they're shooting at the body part you use the least." He pulled a cylinder off his belt and flipped it, extending it into his full sized staff. Red Hood clocked two more with his staff, by spinning it around. "What brings you to this lovely shindig? Get bored arguing with Nightwing and decide you were going to try to take on an entire gang by yourself?"
He was already very sure that Blue Bat disliked him. Making him angry was just sort of a perk. He didn't really want Blue Bat dead. Nightwing was connected to Blue Bat. Some kind of family member or something according to the last fight he'd stumbled into. He twisted his staff and it separated into two smaller sticks. This was an upgraded version of his staff since his last one was shattered. Red Hood grinned.
"You want to take the 10 on the left or the ten on the right, Sparky?"
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Post by TNG Staff on Feb 8, 2016 15:22:29 GMT -6
He heard the next set of footsteps land and sighed. He already suspected who it was before they even spoke. He knew the rest of the family's scent but was only partially familiar with Red Hood's. Namely because he was aware of a few places he'd encountered his scent. Problem was, he had nothing else to prove Red Hood's involvement. Scent wasn't admissible in a court of law anyways. He glanced over briefly as he heard Hood's comment about his head.
'You spend way too much time with Nightwing. I'm worried she's a bad influence on you Hood.'
He said before ducking underneath a swinging bat and sweeping his feet out from underneath him. The man landed flat on his back only to receive a nunchaku to the bridge of the nose. He did a quick kip up before hitting one man's hand away as he brought a gun up before punching him in the jaw.
'Or....and just hear me out. I take out this gang, with your partial assistance, and drop you off at Blackgate.'
He said as one man jumped on his back. JJ simply drove his head back into the man's face and flipped him over his shoulder to the ground. With a quick flick of the wrist he hurled a batarang, hit a man in the side of the head and caught it. He didn't like the idea of having to work with Red Hood, but he also knew that deep down he might have to rely on him to solve this.
'I'll keep an eye on Red Hood in case he tries to make a break for it, which I'm sure he will. Just don't turn your back on him.'
Not a terrible idea, but he also knew that the most likely scenario was Hood made a break for it. He also knew there was a chance he could get shot in back first and left for dead.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 9, 2016 11:19:25 GMT -6
The sigh was barely heard as Red Hood ducked under a piece of steel rebar being swung at his head. He brought one segment of his staff up and smashed the thug in the elbow, and then swung the piece in his right hand into the thug's face. The rebar went flying and smacked another thug in the chest sending him stumbling. Owen came up with a snap kick and dropped the thug with a thud. Owen raised an eyebrow under his helmet and mask.
"No one has ever claimed someone was a bad influence on me before. I don't know how to act." He threw a roundhouse kick at the head of the man that was hit with the rebar. After that one fell, Owen turned. "I don't spend that much time with Nightwing. Stop fishing for information. It's unbecoming and more Herald's thing than yours. Otherwise, you might learn things you don't want to."
Another thug came at him with a bat as well. At least their weapons were cheap. That, Owen found rather sad, but cost effective. He blocked the bat with one of the shock plates in the wrist of his body suit and then smashed down with the half of his staff in his left hand. The thug's wrist broke and he dropped the bat screaming. Pain radiated through Owen's wrist, as he turned towards Blue Bat.
"Sparky, I don't know if anyone ever taught you manners, but you probably shouldn't offer to arrest the person helping you. It makes them less inclined to help. So here's my counter offer: I help you because I'm a nice guy like that. Then when I'm done, you go f*ck yourself. Because this trying to help you people and getting grief is starting to grow old. Also, tell the old man I said hi. It's not polite to talk behind people's backs. Even over comms."
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Post by TNG Staff on Feb 10, 2016 22:59:53 GMT -6
"Not so much fishing for information Hood. In fact the less information about what you two do the better off I'll be."
He said giving a mock shutter before side stepping a charging brute wanna be guy. Sure he was big, but hardly noticeable. He only looked exceptionally large because he stayed around smaller guys. It was a typical kind of thing a lot of half rate brawlers stuck with. He looked big and strong, in comparison. The guy ran past JJ before turning around to try again. JJ charged him and placed a foot on his leg before jumping up on him, wrapping his legs around his head and spinning him to the ground. The man landed on the top of his head and paused before collapsing in a heap.
"Always wanted to try that."
Honestly it was a move his daughter had used on him a couple times. Knocked him out a few of those times as well, but she was still learning to control her strength. He did a quick kip up before spinning. His nunchaku hit two men and his spinning kicks followed the rest. The man spun until they went down, or at least spun away with an aching head and possibly a little dizzy now.
"I'm curious as to the name but fairly certain I'll get electrocuted in some semblance of a joke of yours."
With a snap of his wrists the nunchaku turned into escrima sticks and he spun driving both of them into the ribs of one man who stopped and collapsed, clutching his stomach.
"I also don't believe you're helping out of the kindness of your heart. This has to play out in your favor somehow. Other than bragging rights saying you got to fight along side your hero Blue Bat."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 21, 2016 13:42:08 GMT -6
The smile couldn't be seen, but it was heard in Red Hood's voice. "A gentleman never tells." Someone brought a wooden board down and it snapped over Owen's shoulder. The shock plate in his armor absorbed the damage, but it still hurt like hell. He'd been too distracted by the banter with Blue Bat. Red Hood back kicked, hearing cartilage crack as the man's knee dislocated. The Red Hood spun around and kneed him in the face before he hit the ground.
"I saw that on Japanese wrestling once. Borrowed that from the King of Strong Style. I don't think he'll mind."
The two sticks clipped back together into a staff and Red Hood waded back into the crowd, smacking people left and right with the staff. This didn't interrupt his plans. He was more content to just watch them destroy themselves, but since Blue Bat was here, Owen would get his hands dirty. Well, more dirty. He smashed his staff into the face of a kid with a faux-hawk. "Oh, please. Get a real hair style."
He looked over to Blue Bat. "Maybe I just like to keep you guessing, Sparkles. It makes me happy. Maybe later, I'll show you how to wash the radio in the pool. I'll probably change it 30 or 40 more times. Just because it amuses me."
There was the sound of a bolt as someone jacked a round into the chamber. Red Hood spun around and drew one of his 1911's firing without hesitation. The bullet winged the man, hitting him in the shoulder and dropping him, before he could fire the rifle. Owen walked over and looked down at the wounded man. "This is just sad. Couldn't by a real gun, so we borrowed dad's hunting rifle." He jabbed the man in the wounded shoulder with his staff, listening to him scream.
"Why would this be part of any plan? Maybe today, I just want to be a good citizen and take out the trash. Besides, you are my favorite R-list superhero. But that's only because Ambush Bug was busy today. And I was bored."
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Post by TNG Staff on Feb 22, 2016 13:04:36 GMT -6
Dislocating the man's knee was a bit much, but not terrible. Sure the guy would be in pain and likely walk funny for the rest of his life. But JJ himself had done things like that in the past. He usually didn't start with a move like that, but he'd done things similar to that. Broken arm, cracked ribs, whatever it took to take people down with as little force as need be.
"You hate faux-hawks? Always figured you had one under the helmet. You strike me as a faux-hawk type of guy."
But it was also possible that he was just basing it off the fact that those were the types of guys Dinah attracted. It seemed the music industry was full of weird and annoying guys who all wanted a piece of Dinah. It annoyed him but it's not like there was anything he could do about it. He just wished she wouldn't hang around that blue guy Danny. He was a bad influence on her.
"Ambush Bug? You're too generous."
JJ didn't mind a little self depreciating humor from time to time. It was fun and usually threw people off. Of course most simply assumed he was sarcastic. In costume and with his face hidden his humor tended to get lost on people. Well that and most people didn't actually expect him to have a sense of humor in the first place. He formed an 'X' with his escrima sticks and blocked a bat as it came down on him. He shoved the bat away and kicked him in stomach. He put the man in a headlock and delivered a kick to the top of his head by simply bringing his leg up on the same side, knee bent slightly awkwardly. The man fell back and JJ examined the area. A few were trying to get back up but the gang seemed finished.
"I actually expected more of a threat."
Just then a man dove to jump on JJ's back. He simply side stepped him and the man fell flat on his face only to receive a kick to the side of the head from JJ.
"I still don't believe you're only doing your civic duty. But I suppose if you want to play then so be it."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 29, 2016 11:59:33 GMT -6
"I think I find it more offensive that you just assumed I have a faux-hawk than anything else you've ever said to me."
Red Hood retracted the staff and clipped it to his belt. Two more people ran towards him and Owen didn't hesitate. He just shot them. The first was hit in the thigh and collapsed and the second, dropped his weapon as the bullet hit him in the wrist. He'd exerted himself enough tonight. Now, he just wanted it to be over. He watched as a man tried to jump on Blue Bat's back and he side stepped it and kicked the thug in the head.
Though Hood was loathe to admit it, Blue Bat was pretty well trained. Probably better trained than he was. That explained why Nightwing always got the upper hand. He'd have to work on getting more training in the near future. That would be the only way he was going to keep up with the other Bats in Gotham. Owen turned to JJ and spoke after a moment.
"Not that you don't hear this a lot from your partners already, but I'm bored now. You should be less cynical. It's better for your health."
There was a glint of light off a nearby rooftop. Owen recognized that glint. "Jackass, get down. There's a sniper up--" A shot rang out and Red Hood went down in a heap. Owen took stock of himself for a moment. His gloved hand touched the spot where the shot had hit and came away wet with blood. That was good news. He was at least alive enough to know he was injured. It was a shame. He was attached to that shoulder. The joke made him wince before he could speak. He muttered weakly. "They always shoot the messenger..."
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Post by TNG Staff on Feb 29, 2016 16:07:52 GMT -6
JJ couldn't help but laugh lightly. It was rather humorous in the grand scheme. The way Owen behaved was rather interesting.
'If that thought alone offends you it may be best to keep the rest of my opinions to myself."
He said with a smirk. As the last two went down shot he was about to chastise him. He wasn't surprised actually, but he still had hope. Red Hood wasn't all bad. There was some good in there. Not a lot and it was hard to find but it was there. He'd heard rumors about him and his sister potentially hooking up. He hoped they were just that, rumors but also wouldn't be surprised if they weren't. His sister hadn't always been known to make great decisions. He also knew Red Hood could be a great hero, if he actually pushed himself to do it. But he wasn't. He'd taken the easier route and that concerned him.
As he called out for JJ to drop down he quickly backed up into a shadow. He saw Red Hood go down and part of him was ok with it. Sure him dying was a waste of a talent but it was one less criminal. As Red Hood lay there JJ threw a few smoke pellets out to hide the two of them before throwing another bird-a-rand at another light. Only one corner had light now and that was fine with him. He could make that work. Either way it may limit what could be seen, provided he didn't have a thermal or night vision scope. JJ raised his hand and fired a cable to pull him up to the roof. He needed to take out the sniper. Not to mention where there was one sniper there was likely other soldiers. He didn't know what side the sniper was on but knew it very likely wasn't his.
"The sniper is smart. They're in a blind spot. There may be others, be careful Blue Bat."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get shot, got it."
"Ya know Hood might use this situation to escape."
"I'd be more surprised if he didn't."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Mar 8, 2016 2:30:44 GMT -6
As the smoke pellets expanded cover, Red Hood took stock of his situation. The wound on his shoulder was bad. It wasn't the worse he'd ever had before, but it was bad enough that it was going to be an issue. His body felt cold and Owen began identifying the feeling of his body going into shock. Well, maybe it was pretty bad. There was no such thing as a good gunshot wound.
He could feel the blood pooling inside of his jacket and tunic, running hot and wet down his back and arm as he sat up and pulled out a first aid kit. Let Blue Bat deal with the sniper. He wasn't in the mood at the moment. He was about ready to call this whole thing off and go home. Provided he didn't die a horrible death, that was. It seemed like the wound was a through and through. That wasn't terrible, but it meant that Owen was going to need some kind of help dealing with it. Wonderful.
The sniper was on the roof looking around, trying to find Blue Bat now. He spoke into a microphone. "Sir, I took one of the targets down. They stopped the two gangs, but the other target is on the move." There was a crash of static followed by a murmur of signal. "No, I can't confirm the kill due to smoke pellets, but from what I saw, he wasn't getting back up again. Definite armor penetration. Roger. Prepare to move units in on my signal."
Owen was going to have to do some battlefield surgery or some kind of triage. Locke's special formula was going to be very helpful to him, but only if he lived long enough to use it. He pulled out some gauze and some clotting agents. He managed to inject himself with the agents and then put pressure on the wound. He wasn't going to be able to hold the gauze in place and rummage around for the other stuff. He opened his channel and adjusted it to old channels Jason used to use.
"If you two ladies are done gabbing, I need some help. Kind of dying here. If you don't mind."
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Post by TNG Staff on Mar 13, 2016 22:26:54 GMT -6
JJ continued to move through the roof tops trying to find the sniper. He had a feeling that there was likely another sniper or at least more soldiers. If someone was coming to take out a Bat or the Red Hood and was coming alone they were either arrogant, stupid or both. In Gotham that wasn't exactly out of the ordinary, but still, snipers rarely worked alone. With a quick sniff he pin pointed the sniper. The scent of gun oil, gun powder, polish and a lotion of some sort. Likely a sore shoulder or knee or way to combat sores from being prone so long. JJ wouldn't be asking once he found him.
As he moved he heard Owen's voice over his channel. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and knew keeping him out was pointless. Sure he might have an image of some ruthless thug, but he was a lot smarter than that. JJ knew better than to think lightly of Owen, even if Dinah seemed interested. He needed to put aside his brotherly feelings, for now.
"Relax Hood. I likely won't let you bleed out. Besides when I rescue you I'd like to not get shot in the back as we leave. Just give me one...."
'I hate it when he trails off like that.'
JJ had found the sniper and saw him searching through the dissipating smoke. His formula lasted longer than his father's smoke pellets but it was still finite.
"Try to look dead, shouldn't be hard."
He said before throwing a bird-a-rang into the ground next to the sniper. It vibrated slightly before exploding. The explosion would at least knock him out or distract him long enough for JJ to get the upper hand. As the bird-a-rang exploded he charged through the smoke, escrima sticks drawn. Should he or she be conscious he'd finish them off quickly enough.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Mar 27, 2016 0:11:47 GMT -6
"It's not my fault. These frequencies come built in. Deal with it." Owen sighed. "I prefer it to the part where he keeps the mic open, honestly." The reply from Blue Bat came. "Got it. I'll lay here and look dissatisfied. Most of your dates should have prepared you for that by this point in your life."
Shock was starting to set in. Owen could feel all the signs. This was usually the part that would get someone killed. He tried to focus on other things. Looking around, he noticed that there were others approaching. These guys looked better armed than the garden variety thugs that they had just danced with. Some of them were taking the time to shoot anyone who was still conscious on the ground. Things were starting to click. This was meant to draw them out. And both of them had played right into it.
Red Hood hit the mic again. "Hey. We have movement down here. These guys look like they know what they're doing. I think this was a set-up. They're killing the people we already put down." He looked around. If it came down to a fight with these guys, Owen already knew he was going to lose. He'd lost a bit of blood. Even if he used one of Locke's toys, he wouldn't be back in action for almost an hour. The wound would close in about 20 minutes, but he'd feel every second of it. Not to mention, the shock to his system would put him out of commission for the rest of the hour. These guys were taking their sweet time getting to him, but then again, why wouldn't they? What was he going to do? Bleed on them? He needed a plan and quick.
The bird-a-rang exploded and staggered the sniper. He tapped his comm. "Second contact. Team two move in." The man's orders were short lived as the escrima sticks made short work of him. The door behind the sniper's nest, burst open. A team of men swarmed in wearing tactical suits and carrying combat rifles. They opened fire on Blue Bat without a word or a quip in the hopes of tagging him.
The sounds of other gun shots reached Owen's ears. He wondered, not for the first time, if he should call the Flash and ask for help. He shook that idea out of his head and then moved his injured arm towards his belt. Stars exploded in his vision. This was not going to be pleasant. He managed to reach into one of the pockets and pulled out a small metal cylinder. He tapped a button on the side and a needle popped out of the top. The choices were numbered. Do this and maybe die or wait and definitely die. Red Hood loved a good choice. He turned his left hand palm up and then pulled the right hand with the gauze away, watching the blood flow increase. Owen dropped the gauze and grabbed the cylinder, stabbing himself in the area around the wound. He screamed into the mic, forgetting it was open and everything went dark for a few moments.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Mar 27, 2016 1:58:06 GMT -6
'You sure you're up for this? I can get someone else.' Herald's voice sounded in her ear as she ran over rooftops and swung between buildings.
"I may have just gotten off a plane from Japan, but yes, I'm up for this. I kinda need it. You know how I hate tin cans flying through the air." She landed, rolled through back onto her feet and kept running. As soon as her dad had called, she'd never put on her suit so fast. She needed to be out in the open, possibly with a high chance of punching someone. 16 hours on a plane had been a ridiculous nightmare and she wanted to stay rather close to the ground for the foreseeable future.
'Pick it up, Nightwing. Apparently we have bigger problems. More people. You usually have a way with crowds. Seems right up your alley.'
"Oh yes, they love me. Guess I should give them a show."
Things had escalated rather quickly on her way over and she ran through a few things and mentally started prepping what her entrance was going to be. She had been informed that Red Hood was also on scene apparently requiring medical attention. Fantastic. She pushed herself harder as she primed her escrima sticks in their holsters and pulled out a few batarangs just as she spotted her brother being swarmed by rather well armed individuals. She tossed the first few smoke pellets, followed by ice batarangs, aiming right at their weapons. She dropped down in the middle of the group, pulled out her escrima and went to town.
"Hey, BB. Looks like you needed a little help." She smirked at Blue Bat just before the ear splitting scream came over the comms that made her falter a step or two before she turned toward the direction the scream came from. "Might want to cover your ears." There was a small whine that came from her sticks before she jumped down in front of Red Hood and slammed her sticks together. The sonic disruption emitted outward like a wave of pure force and sound, and though she'd never tried to test it on someone like Superman, she knew it would give even him a hard time. She watched the people in front of her stagger around a bit, quickly counting heads and how many helmets she was going to have to knock off, doing a few calculations in her head.
She looked behind her for a quick moment, hoping he was simply unconscious before diving into her disoriented audience.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 13:53:40 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health The smile on the little girl’s face pulled a smile even from the hard ass, Tessa Anderson. The father reached out, and shook her hand once more. They had been visiting diplomats that had found themselves in danger and needed to sneak out of the country and back to their own. The government had offered to be their protection, but even across oceans, some had heard of Dark Angel, and just how good she was as her job. A small tug on her pants made her look down. The little girl was holding something out to her, a handmade friendship bracelet. Tessa knelt down, taking the bracelet in one hand, and hugging the girl in the other. ”Thank you Angel,” the girl said. She’d insisted on using this shortened version of Tessa’s name, even if Tessa felt it didn’t fit her. ”No, thank you Penny.” The mutant watched the family sail off. Once they hit international waters, they would get in a helicopter that was on deck and fly to rendezvous with their own countries ship.
Tessa was staring down at the bracelet in her hand as she walked through an abandoned lot to her bike that backed up to a second abandoned lot. She untied the knot holding the bracelet together, unslung her rifle, reattaching it to the stock. The sound of a single sniper shot made her stop and look around. Her rifle was instantly ready, but she saw nothing. She pulled her goggles out of her pack. Her helmet was back on her bike, but a sniper was nothing to just let alone. Her wings appeared behind her, black as coal dust. She launched herself into the air, heading towards the source of the shot. She could see the fighting from her vantage point, a woman coming in along the rooftops. Hovering near a wounded man for a moment, and then...so much sound piercing through her ears. It nearly knocked her out of the sky, and for a moment even, she did tumble through the air before righting herself and landing on a roof. She jumpe down, going to the injured man as the woman fought in front of them. Tessa pulled her pack around, looking at the red helmet before her and smirking. ”Maybe I should have taken the time to grab mine.” A first aid kit appeared and she began to pull bundles out of it. She would have liked to taken his jacket, shirt, whatever off, but that seemed intrusive. Instead, the goggled mercenary wadded up a spare tee shirt and pressed into in the wound, her wing folded neatly behind her. ”Hope your friends can keep them occupied. You’ve got me a little tied up and defenseless here.” She smirked again, hoping he wasn’t passed out yet. | | |
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Post by TNG Staff on Mar 28, 2016 0:38:06 GMT -6
"Wow, such a clever joke. You really are hurt. I expected better from you."
He said in reference to Red Hood commenting on his sexual prowess. So far he'd had no complaints and Rayne seemed happy so he was good with that. He didn't feel like getting too defensive about that. Especially since he had more important things to deal with. Like the sniper and now the other soldiers apparently on their way. They had just bumbled their way into a giant cluster f*ck. SOmeone was out for them. Judging by their generic weaponry it may be any hero. Of course time would tell if they had specific weapons for them. At this rate though he honestly wouldn't be surprised.
After taking out the sniper he saw the door quickly begin to creak open. SOmetimes having enhanced senses were extremely useful. Now was one of those times. Just as he also saw the two smoke pellets land beside him.
'I had things mostly under control Nightwing."
"Liar."
"You always did like her better."
He grabbed hold of one frozen barrel and swung the man into another two before sweeping the feet out of another. He temporarily shut down the sound receptors on his suit, something that had been important for him and his headaches. He noticed Dinah and some new comer helping Red Hood and turned his attention to what was left of the group up top. With a quick spin on his shoulders he kicked one man and landed on his feet. Their armor was good, not great, but still damn good. They'd come prepared for a fight and JJ was going to give them just that. He felt a sudden punch in the back, a bullet and he was on his stomach. Great, he had a photo shoot tomorrow too. He managed to quickly pop up and threw his escrima stick cracking one man's visor. He picked it up as he ran forward and aimed a shot for the man's open throat, dropping him. He then jumped to the side and drove a knew to the side of another man's head. The squad seemingly finished off he turned his attention to the ground.
He fired a line and quickly swung down, aiming for the back of the group. They would likely focus on the 2, possibly 3 combatants in front of them. Meaning those in the back dropping would go unnoticed. As he swung down his boot hit one in the side, sending him cartwheeling into a body. JJ came behind another and put both sticks between his legs and lifted, dropping him behind him and causing the man to land on his head.
"Hood you have some interesting friends."
He said after turning the sound back on.
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