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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 12:24 am
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𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ
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Both Tim and Stephanie had arrived in Burnley. He was familiar with this area of the city, part of him longed for a future at Gotham University. He followed Stephanie's lead, and hopped off of his bike. As Stephanie had walked a little on ahead of Tim, his communicator began to sound. A distorted voice greeted him. The world almost froze around Tim as the voice spoke to him, and the hologram played before him. He watched as Damian was beaten by an assailant disguised as Batman. He tried his best not to wince, for the sake of not allowing this individual who had contact him get some pleasure. It all ran through Tim's mind at once.
First things first, The League was definitely involved. Talia appearing coincidentally as Damian is kidnapped, and their involvement was already suggested? If it wasn't already confirmed in Tim's mind, it was now.
Secondly, had they managed to break Damian to get Tim's name? It was but a fleeting thought. Damian is the immovable object to an unstoppable force, but the obvious truth lay in the fact that whoever contacted him had only referred to him by his given name, 'Timothy'. Could there be a chance that they simply had not used his surname coincidentally? Of course not. The fact that the assailant within the hologram was dressed as Batman shows that those involved were not above psychological warfare - they would have used his full name had they had it.
This person had also managed to send a transmission through his com, having hacked it or having access to another - therefore it stands to all reason that they were able to also have used these methods to spy in on previous conversations, conversations in which his first name may have been mentioned.
Turning to Stephanie, Tim put his finger over his mouth as if to signal to her to not talk, whilst he then tapped his com. He had hoped this got the message across to her that they were not free to talk with them on - but they could use this to their advantage, as a misdirect. Their interceptor made no mention of Stephanie. As the pieces had fallen into place, this of all things brought question to Red Robin's mind. The biggest, and most reasonable conclusion was that if they had access to his comm, chances are the man behind this was aware of Batgirl's presence.
The possibilities of who it possibly could have been modulating their voice on the other end ran through Tim's head as they made their way to Warehouse #25 in Burnley. The success of their subterfuge meant life or death for Damian. As they both approached the Warehouse, Tim turned to Stephanie as he crouched. "Leave your weapons here, we can't risk them hurting him." He most definitely was not going to enter unarmed, as he mouthed the word 'No' to Batgirl before she would disarm herself. He was just letting their mystery friend hear what they wanted to hear.
Closing towards the door to the warehouse, Red Robin went for another misdirect. He pointed to the back of the warehouse and spoke, "You take the back entrance, take them by surprise." Tim shook his head, making sure to let Batgirl know to not take the back entrance. They really did need to stick together. It was then that Tim got up and entered the warehouse with Stephanie behind him, unbeknownst of what was ahead of them - other than an obvious trap.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 2:12 pm
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𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ
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Deathstroke watched the security feed of Red Robin and Batgirl with a grin. His single crystal blue optic narrowing as an amused chuckle passed through his lips. Nice try birdie, but you're not dealing with the average thug. Slade said to himself, leaning forward to get a better view of the footage. Deathstroke began punching commands into the console before him; a timer appearing across the monitor as the assassin pulled his promethium helmet back over his head. Slade almost felt bad for the kids, they really had no idea who they were up against. It was almost unfair. At least when he was facing the Teen Titans they had the crutch of meta-human abilities to lean back on, something that at least made up for their abundant lack of experience. These kids had the Bat's training and gadgets. That was about it. Such a pity.
As Red Robin and Batgirl entered the warehouse they'd be greeted by nothing other than piles of crates, boxes, dust, and eerie silence. The kind of silence that made your heart pound and your blood run cold. The kind of silence that kept you up at night as a child; terrified of the monster that you were certain was hiding inside the closet just across from your bed. A few beams moonlight breaking through the windows of the compound served as the only illumination in the otherwise pitch black building, highlighting the dust and cobwebs that blanketed the warehouse's contents.
Suddenly and without warning the lights flashed on one by one, blast doors slamming shut across the main entrance of the warehouse as well as slamming shut across the windows on either side of the walls. An imposing figure dropped in front of the young vigilantes, hitting the ground with a loud crash as he crouched to ease the impact. The man was suited from head to toe in navy blue, black, and orange promethium armor, and was armed to the teeth. He slowly rose to his full height of 6'4, towering over Tim and Stephanie.
The single lense over his left eye flashed a deadly blood red as he removed a metal rode from the back of his belt. The rod would extend three feet in either direction to create a bo-staff. Deathstroke twirled the bo-staff, before entering a crouching offensive stance. His helmet's crimson gaze fixed on the two children standing before him. I try not to make a habit of playing with my prey, but in your case I'll make an exception. Deathstroke said, the voice modulator build into his helmet creating a slightly distorted mechanical tone. Let's dance. With that, the assassin made his first move. His reflexes were like lightning, the bo-staff would appear nearly invisible to the naked eye as he took a swing for Tim's head. In under a second from launching the first strike, Deathstroke was already moving in for the second. Quickly pulling the staff back into his armpit and twirling it as he spun around and sent a jab for Red Robin's stomach while Slade was facing the other direction. Pulling that back and with a quick shift in his footing he was again facing Tim as he began to unload a barrage of staff strikes toward Red Robin's vital areas. His head, throat, limbs, and stomach. The Mercenary's movements seemed wild and unpredictable to the untrained eye, but they were quite the opposite. Each strike was carefully calculated and directed at a specific target. Slade, however, was not yet fighting seriously. He wished to gauge this "Tim's" ability. He wanted to see what he'd do. He wanted to crush his spirit. Then, he would crush his body.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 9:04 pm
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The lights to Mario's building cut off abruptly, casting everyone within into the pitch black darkness. There were grunts and shouts of annoyance and fear, some occupants worried that the 'Bat' had finally come for them, despite the fact that one of his protegees or former protegees had entered just minutes earlier. He had come to question if there had been any leads on the League of Shadows, but it seemed now that the League had come looking for him instead. The soft nearly imperceptible sound of feet softly landing on the floor could be heard, followed by sound of scraping metal as blades were unsheathed. Someone suddenly screamed but it was quickly silenced.
Spears of light suddenly flashed now and again as security had arrived , flash lights piercing the dark. Shadowed figures could be seen now and again, bloodied blades in hand. "What the hell?" One of the guards muttered before a shuriken slammed directly into his eye sending him to the floor. Suddenly the security guards had started to open fire wherever they could, the flashes of gunfire illuminating the room for brief seconds revealing a group of ninjas enclosing around them.
Before Jason could leave, the door ahead of him had been shut from the outside, cutting off his immediate escape. There was no doubt that his helmet more than likely had either a night vision or heat vision fitting, so there had been no point to the power outage other than cutting off any immediate aid from Mario or his men. "Jason Todd" A voice called out from behind the Red Hood, it's tone almost bestial.
As soon as Jason turned around, the emergency lights to the building had suddenly flashed into life, casting the interior in a red light. Before Jason Todd stood the Bronze Tiger, his hands at his side and clenched into fist. He seemed to glare at Jason from behind his tiger's mask, eager to spill the boy's blood. He was not a man of many words, letting his reputation speak for itself. He eagerly wanted to test his skill to the Red Hood's.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 10:22 pm
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Red Hood
Died on the job, got better.
Red Hood was on his way out of Mario's when the sound of a scream halted him. He turned to see what poor girl had been in trouble but quickly shifted his attention back to the door which was now slammed shut before his very eyes. Or at least, under his helmet. Jason kept his guard up carefully glancing around as the sea of people ran pass him for safety, some even bumping him--rude much? Too bad for him and them, safety had already been thrown out the window. But by who? His question was answered the very next second when a animalistic voice stated his name. It was listening to nails on a chalkboard. And as much as he wanted to focus on the guards being cut down by ninjas--he couldn't. It just confirmed whoever this was, were in league with the League.
"Y'know, you had me going for a minute there. The lights, the slamming door, the horror movie esque killing of a screaming girl. All up until those ninjas dropped from god knows what ever monastery they come from. You guys do have those right? Ahh forget it. Not important. But I mean seriously, Ra's al Ghul must actually clone his ninjas too cause these guys literally just sign up to get their asses kicked every time we cross paths." The big guy didn't know it or maybe he did, but Jason was keeping him busy. Taking in all the new information he was surrounded by, figuring out a solution in his mind. Out the corner of his hood, he made sure to keep tabs on where his exits were. How many hostiles there were, and how many he'd need to mow down to get out of here in one piece. Along with civilian casualties. Couldn't forget those. God knows Bruce wouldn't let em' even if most here were scum. Minus the underage teens just looking for some fun. Let's just say the odds weren't exactly in his favor. But he'd been in worse situations before. Really worse. Qurac came to mind then. The concert hall of ninjas weren't the issue though.
It was the freak of nature standing before him known as Bronze Tiger. Jason did his homework on him--yes, he did his homework--even he wasn't that incompetent. The file told him enough but seeing this guy here in person was almost laughable more than it was intimidating. His appearance suggested he'd came straight out of a luchadore ring. Hell, or maybe even an obsessed tiger fan. Someone who took their love or fear of the animal too seriously and then took up their name as an excuse to sin. Sound familiar? Joking. No, he couldn't let his ridiculous appearance distract him. Maybe that's why he wore it. Either way, Jason knew Bronze's specialty's and thus meant he knew what to be wary of; his claws. "Okay sundance. I'm ready when you are. Just try to make this interesting while you're at it." Jason said goading him.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 8:34 am
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Bronze Tiger only grinned, his life-like mask baring it's teeth in the process. Before Jason could even draw his gun, the assassin was on him. Tiger covered the ground between them in only two strides , knowing he needed to rob the vigilante of the only advantage he may have had; his guns. Todd had not been the only one to do his research. Before all of this, he had made sure to study what notes there were on each of the Bat-Family. The League of Shadows files on Jason Todd were far more detailed, almost as much as Batman's.
Tiger knew that Todd had received an extensive amount of hand to hand training, but he was no where near batman and closer to the one known as Night Wing. He took comfort on this, he himself had not only fought Batman but had both beaten and stalemated him in the past and tested his strength against other well known fighters such as Deathstroke and Bane. He would capitalize on this. His mind was already abuzz and with each second passing he accounted for every path, every step and every move that Jason might make. No point in striking for the head, the helmet would absorb most of the damage, so instead he would go for the limbs.
As he closed the distance between the two, he leaped towards Jason, moving in as close as possible. Clenched fist released into a clawed stance and one hand struck out towards Jason's right elbow, Tiger attempting to outright break the joint , he followed this with a palm strike towards the Red Hood's thought, attempting to pinpoint a nerve and lock it into place, and finally if that had connected he would move to send a high powered kick towards the side of Jason's ribcage, hoping to either crack or even break the ribs. |
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 9:31 am
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Red Hood
Died on the job, got better.
Jason gathered enough of his thoughts to formulate a plan just as the Bronze Tiger came charging for him with tremendous speed. One thing was for sure--he lived up to his name. And as planned, prevented Red Hood from reaching for his holstered guns. Hard to do so when he needed to avoid being swiped to death. Jason wasn't the greatest fighter but what he lacked in combat, he more than made up for in his strategy..err..sometimes. Not to say he wasn't an proficient fighter as is--cause you had to be that in order to be Batman's sidekick--but just that his prowess wasn't something going to be a strong suit here against someone of Bronze Tiger's caliber. No, he needed to utilize all of his training at once if he wanted to best whiskers. It's how he managed to trick Batman from time to time. It was all about embracing the thought he might not win which most people would never do in a fight. To them that was negative speaking and condemning yourself to a loss. Not so much to Red Hood.
Doing his best to keep up with the cat in the hat, Jason dipped, dodged, and weaved until he couldn't. What might've been intended to be an shattering blow to his elbow was only a graze to his upper armed leather brown jacket. The cut burrowing deep pass just the material but underneath it as well which quickly revealed a line of crimson seeping out. The pain of his blood hitting the air was a b***h but he couldn't focus on that. Not when Tigress here was still gunning for the kill. They were too close for Jason's own comfort. And even as he tried again at reaching for his guns, he was cut off as a palmed strike coming right at him and connecting with his chest, even more his insignia. It hurt like hell but it was just what he needed to shift the tides of this fight. "Night night kitty." he uttered an exasperated snort coughing shortly after activating his suit's built-in taser. Extending his arms and legs to get the most range as possible.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 3:49 pm
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︾ ︾ ︾ ︾
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𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ
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Deathstroke. Slade Wilson. One of the worlds most deadliest assassin's - if not the most. This day was really not going in Tim's favour. As Deathstroke got the first strike as he slammed his bo-staff across Red Robin's head and then into his stomach. It was a powerful strike, enough to wind and disorientate - but Tim fought back. He had to. He really only use his own bo-staff defensively, he knew this very well was a fight for his life. This man was attempting to break him down, as he attacked for his head first - a predictable series of jabs that were dodged with quick and decisive recognition. As he jabbed towards his stomach, Tim used it to his advantage as he pulled himself closer to Slade by grabbing the bo-staff, and using his legs to push the assassin back, and propel himself further away from him, flicking his hands to send a series of "R" shurikens in Slade's direction, hoping to capitalise on his brief immobilsation.
Slade was taller than both of them, most of his attacks would be reliant on leaning forward, leaving him vulnerable to attacks from behind, and timed uppercuts - but evasion would be key. Stephanie had already missed her chance to attack him whilst he was unleashing his first barrage of attacks on him - Tim hoped that she would be more mindful the next time around. His best hope was to directly confronting him, and to use his environment to his advantage - it was a large warehouse, but it was limited, especially now that Slade had made it a closed environment. Having gained a bit of breathing distance, Tim pressed on his comm, emitting a message to all those who could hear it, "Deathstroke. Burnley. Warehouse #25." He panted. He relied on utter co-ordination from Stephanie. They had to seize every opportunity if they wanted to survive. He looked over at her, ready to take any chance that opened if Slade were to attack her next.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 7:30 pm
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Red Hood
Died on the job, got better.
"This is not over." Tiger declared with a pained grunt, looking up at the vigilante who stared down at him. "superbus est occidere porcos!" Tiger barked an order and to no surprise did his underlings carry it out without a word. "Come on pinheads. Have some dignity. He didn't even say please." Jason intervened. In truth, he saw clearly what was going on and knew he couldn't allow Bronze Tiger to recuperate. If he did, it wouldn't bode over well for him. The ninjas came sprinting toward him, their weapons wielded high aiming to maim, Jason now free to do so would reveal his pistols and take them from their holsters. Shooting at the assassins who parried his ammo away with their blades. "It's a shame you idiots decided on dedicating your life to an out of touch, quacked out Lazarus addicted old man. When you could've been pretty decent baseball players. I mean, did you see the way the Gotham Knights played this season? No? Oh right. You do live in Nanda Parbat. Huh. I guess I did too for a brief point in time." He continued to make a mockery of the clad in black assassins and dodged their swords when they swiped at him, cutting furniture instead of their intended target.
Fighting ninjas in a club had to be on someone's bucket list. Just not Jason's. Especially cause he didn't plan on dying anytime again. As they closed in on him, he tossed aside his empty guns and took out two combat pocket knives as their replacement. Gesturing with a hand to the league goons to "bring it on" and they did. And with their blades there was only a matter of time before his luck ran out. Which is why he tagged the blades with mini detonators ahead of time. Inside the inner pocket of his coat the remote sat comfortably. Letting one of the assassins swipe the knife out of his hand then dropping the other willingly as if he was weaponless, before doing quick somersault to take cover behind the bar.
He pressed the button and in...5..4...3..2...boom!. The explosion sounded and blinded those around. Yeah, it was a stun grenade. Luckily for him, he wouldn't be affected thanks to his helmet which allowed him to see pass and for the most part block out the residual sound. Inspecting the area for Bronze Tiger who he hoped was still to a knee somewhere around here.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 7:55 pm
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Bronze Tiger's roar answered Jason's immediate question , the masked assassin was clinging to the roof by the claws of his hands and feet, unphased by the effect of the stun grenade thanks to the protection offered by his mask. It was also clear that he had completely recovered from the earlier shock. Strength building in his legs, he burst downwards from the ceiling, flipping through the air and slamming down with one foot. With the full strength afforded to him, the Bronze Tiger completely split the bar in half with just one kick, sending splinters and debris this way and that.
As soon as he landed on the floor, he pounced forward, not giving Jason a moment's respite. He launched his knee forward, connecting it with the vigilante's chest and sending him crashing back against the glass shelves behind the bar, wine bottles shattering. There was a sudden flash of light glinting off of silver as the Bronze Tiger drew his long knife from it;s sheath and slashed it toward's Jason's stomach intending to disembowel him. |
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 3:27 pm
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𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ
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To give credit where credit was due, the kid was good. His mind was sharp, as was his form. If he were facing any other opponent these would give him significant advantages over his opponent. Unfortunately for him he wasn't facing any opponent. Not only did Slade's enhanced intellect allow his mind to process information nine times faster than the average human, he had plenty of experience doing battle with the Bat and his prodigy's - and while this Red Robin was undeniably expertly trained he was still no d**k Grayson.
Tim's kick was enough to knock Slade back a good few feet, a grunt passing through the mercenary's lips as he regained his balance. The promethium armor Slade wore protected him from any serious injury, but it still created a significant gap between him and his opponent. A gap that Deathstroke could actually use to his advantage. The shurikens were easily taken care of with a twirl of his bo-staff; deflecting all of them in different directions. In one swift motion, Slade removed an small-disk shaped device form one of the pouches on his belt and tossed it at Batgirl's feet. The Device planted itself firmly into the ground and flashed once before releasing a shockwave of 100,000 volts in the area around Stephanie. The goal was to incapacitate, not kill. She wasn't his target.
In the same movement Slade was tossing the taser device toward Batgirl he was removing a 19 calibur glock from its holster and fired, destroying Tim's communicator. Don't waste your time kid, Deathstroke called to Tim as he re-holstered his pistol. I have all transmissions inside this building jammed; nobody's going to save you. With those words, Slade re-entered an offensive stance. His bo-staff held at the ready as he prepared to continue their engagement. You're move.
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