"Let him go, Roland."
The hulking beast smirked.
"Let who go? I do not understand what you are talking about?"
"I'm not here to waste time, you either tell me where he is now or you can tell me after I break your arm in three places."
Roland just laughed. It wasn't a nervous laugh, he laughed in confidence.
"I apologize, vigilante, but you will never reach him in time."
"Where is he! Where the fuck is Robin!" His fists were raised, the vigilante was getting frustrated.
"Fine then, he is in Gotham, but of course, you'll never reach him in time, five more minutes and the bomb blows!"
Roland began laughing again, in spite of the vigilante's distress.
"Oracle, call Batman! Now!"
His earpiece started screeching, he was out of range? Impossible! Unless…
"Sorry boy, we got five comm jammers located around Bludhaven, you ain't contacting your friend to save little Robin, you're stuck here."
He turned to leap out through the window, but an entire round of bullets shattered through, forcing him to retreat, right into the swing of Roland. He ducked, and hammered four quick jabs into Roland's chest, and swung for a roundhouse kick, which Roland deflected and smashed him in the jaw. He pirouetted, and Roland delivered a brutal chain of three haymakers, and finished it off with a low kick to the vigilante's leg. He fell, and Roland, with his giant hand, grabbed him and tossed him across the room effortlessly. As the vigilante regained himself, the warehouse where Roland and himself occupied was soon crawling with thugs, criminals and lowlifes. The formed a circle around the combatants, minimizing the vigilante's ability to escape. There really was no option now. He was going to have to break the fat man's arm.
They squared up to each other. The vigilante was planning his every move, every twitch of his muscle, and every contingency he may have to resort to. He stepped into to range and Roland swung at him, and the vigilante ducked, grabbed Roland's arm and brought his two knees up to meet the arm. With a sickening snap, Roland screaming and flung the vigilante off him. The whole warehouse went quiet. The spectators hushed in shock, wondering what was to happen. Roland was on the floor, clutching his arm, sweat rolling down his face and drenching his business suit. The vigilante grinned, and turned to the spectators.
"Who's next? Huh? Anyone!?"
No one dared step in to face the vigilante. Suddenly the crowd began cheering, screeching and screaming in shock.
The vigilante turned to look at Roland and gasped in shock Roland's shirt was ripped open and his shoes were stretched into leather strips. Roland roared, a terrifying screech that echoed into the night.
The vigilante stood shocked.
"Roland?"
"No more Roland," grinned the beast, "Just Blockbuster."
Blockbuster launched from his powerful legs and charged towards the vigilante. He leapt up, trying to avoid Blockbuster, but he was grabbed and tossed into the crowd. He was grabbed and tossed about by the spectators, and it took a solid minute for the vigilante to finally escape the spectators before realizing a full blown brawl had broken out. A fist flew in at nine o'clock, but he ducked it, and crushed the attacker's nose with his padded fist. He caught the glint of a metal bar swinging, aimed for his head, but he ducked that also and the bar clattered into the previous thug, mangling his nose to a pulp. He uppercut the thug wielding the bar, but was caught off guard by a giant hand. His head snapped back rather dangerously, and then his whole body was lifted up by a giant foot and he slammed into another group of brawling criminals.
The criminals trampled him, stomping on every body part they could, and the triple weaved Kevlar didn't aid much in the pain. The vigilante rolled over and dropped a pellet on the floor….
Which exploded into a white light.
The vigilante had his eyes shut like a blast door, making sure the flashbang didn't blind him.
He peeked, and was overjoyed to see that almost all the criminals were felled by the flash.
Except Blockbuster.