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The rain poured from the sky, dripping into small rivers down his cape, but he paid no mind. A metal device clipped to his ear was scanning channels, hunting for the one voice he needed to hear. Static sounded then a male's voice rang out clearly from the speaker, "We will send out the shipment in an hour at the warehouse on 395 X Street. Don't be late, the boss hates that." The voice cut out as he switched the device off and attached it inside his cape, replacing it with a gun with a three pronged hook attached to the end. The shot rang out as he fired the grappling hook to a nearby building and leapt from the ledge, soaring through the air over the streets.
The wind whistled around him as he flew by buildings, the repeated sound of the grappling hook attaching to the appropriate building was the only noise he heard as he flew around towards 395 X Street. He landed with a graceful twist on the roof of the large warehouse, glass ceiling sections allowed for a better peek inside. Inside were men scurrying around, moving and loading boxes and crates to the appropriate vehicle. He pulled out a small pair of binoculars, zooming in when a loud laugh suddenly burst into the open air. The laugh pierced his ears, knowing instantly he needed backup and reached inside his cape for another small device, clicking it on his ear. "I'm on the warehouse at 395 X Street….he's here. It appears that he's only moving-wait. I see something." He clicked a button on the binoculars, zooming in more closely on a person dangling from the ceiling by a rope. A man covered in purple and green was circling the person, poking a gun under the chin and lifted the head. "He's got the mayor's daughter!" the communicator was silent, "Robin, you stay hidden unless they try to kill her." The dark voice spoke from the device in his ear, "I'll be there in five." The communicator went silent and Robin cracked open the glass window, the laugh rang out again.
"You see what I can do, but the rest of Gotham doesn't. You only see because I've allowed it, but soon everyone will see." The words were haunting, but the voice delivering them was cheery and bright. "This city needs to go back to the way things were, a better class of criminals…and I will give that to them." The end of the sentence came out angry and gruff, the face of the mayor's daughter was hidden, but Robin knew she had spoken when a short bark-like laugh came out of the man. He desperately wanted to rescue her, her screams echoed off the cinder-block walls. "No need for that, doll. No screams, you won't die because you're gonna help me purify the city." Robin could hear her crying.
A small thud sounded to Robin's left, in his peripheral vision he saw a dark figure walk over and kneel by him. "He said he won't kill her. That he wants to purify the city and get things back to the way they were." The figure silently lifted the hatch that held the window then ducked inside, Robin followed. They could hear him taunting the mayor's daughter, saying how he wanted to kill her father and broadcast it on television. She was pleading for him to let her go, "I don't want your money, sweetie. I need you as the main piece in my plan." She whimpered just as a small metal clang sounded and two henchmen standing by, fell to the ground.
Everyone looked around as more people began to fall down, bat shaped clips held their feet in place. "Come on out Batman and bird-boy, I know you are just dying to take me back to Arkham." His once cheerful voice had dipped low, the psychotic edge was cracking through his words. "Joker, let her go. She's innocent in this." Batman bellowed, Robin felt the power in his voice and hoped that one day he too could instill fear by his words. Joker pushed her with his gun, "I'm having so much fun, Bats. You can't ruin that." Joker pleaded, "Now, Joker. She is just a regular citizen." "Regular? Are you crazy, Bats? This is the mayor's daughter and I need her for the game."
Batman narrowed his eyes, " .Go….Now." his voice bounded off every wall, nook, and cranny in the entire building. "Hmm…let me think…..No. Hahaha!" Joker cackled, another batarrang flew from his arm, this time it lassoed around Joker and he fell to the ground. Robin and Batman flew down and untied the mayor's daughter, "It's a tr-" she began to scream, her words died as her body went limp and she fell forward. A silver dart with a fuzzy pink end was sticking out of her neck, "Sleeping age-" Robin began before he fell forward, Batman grabbed them both and slung them over his shoulders. Darts began raining down from the sky, a feminine laugh sounded in his ears. "Get 'em Harley!" Joker shouted, "You got it, Mista J!" the darts paused when she spoke, Batman began to head for the exit when a small explosion burst right in front of the doorway. "Not so fast, Batman and Bird Boy. That little lady is staying right here with us." Harley held up the long tube that housed the darts and held it against her lips. Batman slung Robin around to avoid getting hit with a dart, the small open window above them shone moonlight down into the warehouse. He shifted the two and clicked a button and a black gun that was attached to his hip sent out a claw that grasped the ledge of the window. The three flew into the air, darts whizzed past them, barely missing.
The cold night air was still damp from the rain, small drips of water hit his cape as he ran across the roof. He shifted Robin's form and held a finger to his ear, "Alfred, send the car to the warehouse on 395 X street. Left corner of the building." He released the ear piece before leaping from the building.
