Legends Don't Die.
Thoughts
speech and story
We see a man, in a dark, silhouetted suit, jump into a dark, Smokey, warehouse room. tonight,it ends. monsuta's rein of terror and destruction, ends. It was filled with guns, drugs, mobsters, and thugs. They try to shoot him, but the suit takes every single bullet, and stops it from piercing through to his body.this is why I wear the armored suit. He manages to get behind cover before they pull out any guns with a caliber large enough to pierce the suit. He grabs a flash bang, a tear gas grenade, and a smoke grenade. He tosses the smoke grenade, leaps out, and grabs a thug. He throws him at a group of five men, which hits three of them in the chest with enough force to break wood.
Needless to say, it hurts. They drop to the ground. The man in the cape throws a chair and hits someone inside the chaos, almost taking a shot to the head before throwing something at the man who shot at him. The man drops his gun, screams as loudly as he can "you BASTARD!", and then falls on the floor, breathing fleetingly. The ware house they're in is filled to the brim with gunfire, people, drugs, weapons, and machinery. He then rolls the tear gas out, but one of the thugs kicks it away, and hits onto the walkways, where it goes off, leading to much creaking, groaning, and general sounds of damage from the the walk way.
"Shoot the freak!" One of the mobsters yells. "Whoever hits him gets fifty thousand bucks after this!" Violent fool, wasting his time, money, and people. He should just surrender now. But no, everyone thinks they'll be the guy to kill me. Will they ever learn?
Bullets slam into his suit. Time to end this. He steps into the light, and this the first time we see him clearly. He has a scalloped cape, a cowl which looks like a bat's head, with visors over each of his eyes, a metal covering of unknown ore up all the way to his nose, a black, metallic suit with a bat insignia in the middle, gauntlets with sharp, curved spikes evenly placed, separating them into thirds, and a utility belt. "Surrender now, or pay the price!" He yells with such an edge of hate and malice that everyone stops to look at him.
Five of the thugs start aiming at him, and he throws five of his batarangs at them. These knock the guns out of their hands before they manage to fire. Then he grabs a crate and throws it at one of the thugs. With a sickening crack, the thug falls over. He grabs at his ribs, mutters something to himself, pulls something out of his belt, points his hand up, and seems to fly into the support system above him.
Better vantage point here. Need to focus. Know I can take any of these people in anything. One of the bullets managed to pierce. Don't go woozy yet . He jumps down on two of the thugs, and sends both to the dark, foggy, abyss known as blacking out.One left. Where is he? As if on cue, he hears someone behind him screaming "I'm gonna kill you!" oh, how original, someone threatening to kill me."No, you won't." he turns and whispers in a tone of voice that promises pain and fear to some people, hope and justice for others. He sees that at least this thug took the time to grab a gun, a pipe, and stick a knife into one of his belt loops. Some common sense. Been awhile since I saw any from them. Nice to see it. after all, I need some practice. He cracks his knuckles, and pulls out two batarangs. He decides to try a humorous tactic. "You know, your cellmate Bubba will love you. Might not want to drop the soap." The tactic works, as the crook, in his rage, forgets about the gun and decides that he wants him to feel this.
"FUCKER!" when the crook rushes at him, the man pulls the pipe out of charging man's hands, then throws it to the side. When the man tries to stab him with the knife, he twists out of the crook's hand and throws it into a pile of boxes, then he back hands the crook, knocking the crook out. he then feels a pipe slam into the back of his suit.now, how did I miss him? he pulls out the pin from the flash-bang, knocks the last thug over, then slips the flash bang into the jacket pocket of the crook, which goes off just as he turns his head away. that was far too close for comfort. with a grimace of pain just begging to break free from it's prison, he turns to the open door... and sees ten cop cars, with the drivers of said vehicles out, with their weapons drawn, blocking the way.
how did I not notice that.
"BATMAN, come out with your hands up and unarmed!"