Authors note: This is based off of the batman beyond universe however it has some new 52 elements thrown in. I own neither of those however it has my OC in it.
CHAPTER 1
"Ahhh" came the sigh of exultation as Decker Morrigan stepped out of the hot shower. Drying his messy black mane with one hand, he looked around at his newly owned, forty fourth floor apartment. He walked over to the far window, a single piece of one way glass stretching the entire walls length reflecting his acid green eyes framed by his young face and athletic build and briefly thought 'I could just live here.'
"No."He said out loud reminding himself why he was in this town and why he couldn't stay.
Unfortunately, reminiscing would have to wait because as he took his time to stand there his door suddenly splintered apart and a large man wearing striped green clothes stepped even as he asked "Would you knock?"Decker immediately grabbed a curious looking metal boomerang off the desk beside him and threw it at the intruder.
With surprising deftness the man dodged the projectile and went into a low running football-like tackle but, Decker was already running towards him as well. With a quick front flip over him, Decker adopted the tackle stance he'd just used and grabbed him around the waist from behind. Using his opponents momentum added to his own he propelled the both of them out the window. Smashing through, he only took a second to plant his feet on the mans back and then kick off but, luck was on his side as there was a small ledge a foot beneath his window and he grabbed it with his fingers, cutting himself on the glass but knowing how far the fall would be if he let go.
"Speaking of which…" he said as he dared to look down and see the man crash off the top of a hover-train and keep falling.
"Ouch." He remarked but, he also noticed people on a nearby rooftop were pointing in his direction and a white towel was slowly drifting down.
"Oh, well crap." He said as he hauled his naked self back into his room.
Always ready in his profession, Decker wrapped a bandage around his fingers and quickly changed into the dark business attire already laid out on his bed. As he was leaving the apartment though, he thought twice and went back for something. He was stopped by a bright red laser cutting through his floor and into his ceiling only a few inches away. He dropped to the floor right before it crashed through from below to hover in the middle of the room. The robot or, possibly a cyborg with the metal showing underneath its cover of artificial skin and its green clothing, apparently couldn't see through the dust and Decker used that to sneak around him and out the window. As he tried to use the ledge to escape the robot activated its' heightened hearing and heard his heartbeat. Decker received a massive punch from behind luckily missing his spine but, tossing him a dozen feet into the air and away from the building.
"What I would pay for a grappling hook…" He said as he fell.
He had been falling at least a few stories before he fell through the Gotham Interstate forty seven.
"Off-work traffic right on time." he said as he wrapped his tie around the palm of his hand.
He then slid off the front of one sleek hover-car, rolled off the top of a van, and grabbed a street light to slow his momentum enough to crash land on top of another parked car. Although the alarm didn't activate he did make a sizeable dent in its roof and as he rolled off he groaned to himself "Ugh I'm not fixing that."
Checking his wounds he found only a slight burn on his hand thanks to the pole of the streetlight and a single broken rib.
"Nothing I haven't come back from before." he muttered. He looked up in the general direction of where his apartment should be and wondered, not for the first time, what that thing was.
Back in Decker's apartment the robot known as Amazo scanned the area as far down as his cybernetically enhanced heat vision would allow.
"Target terminated. I am returning to sleep station." It said right before it flew off.
The first thing he needed, he reminded himself, was to avoid attention. Even though the robot hadn't followed him yet there was no guarantee it wasn't stalking him. Walking down the shadowy, clothesline choked, grungy alleyway he paused to trade his near immaculate business jacket for a torn duster. Walking a bit farther he also grabbed a dirty golfer's cap. It was about the time he joined a ragged group of people sharing a flaming barrel. Just outside what looked like a rundown hospital, he saw what had to be a human figure flying north, away from him. Breathing a sigh of relief and, noting the winter chill as he did so he reached into his jacket for his phone. "Damn, wrong jacket." He said. Shrugging he decided that it might be a little cold but not bad otherwise for a nightly walk. He got about three city blocks closer to his apartment building and was walking down the side of a old gravelly road before he heard a low voice behind him say "You can't fool me fucktard, give me some dough and I won't put this pipe through your skull."
Raising his hands, and his eyebrows in astonishment that a punk would stick him up with a pipe, he turned to face the man. Standing a good six and a half feet, accentuated by his green Mohawk and nose ring, the dark-skinned man was about as wide as he was tall and almost none of it was fat. His dark beady eyes judging the smaller mans next move.
"So you know I'm obviously not from here, well done. However, can you not even perform a stickup correctly? What did you leave your gun at home?"
"You know, I was hoping you'd piss me off shrimp. No it's right there."
Suddenly Decker felt a cool metal tube pressed against the back of his head. 'A twenty gauge shotgun' he thought 'Probably sawn off.'
Speaking to the two gunmen "All right then, no need for gore at least you do posses some meager criminal abilities. Here let me get my wallet."
He had no intention of actually paying them but he needed to stall to think up a way to reverse the situation.
"Meager?" The big man snorted"We've done this before and it's always worked."
Looking rather pleased of himself he glanced towards the man behind Decker and gave him a brief image of what he looked like in the reflection of his eyes. A smaller man he looked rather nervous holding the cobbled together sawn off shotgun.
The smaller man behind Decker said "Dredger I haven't…"
"Shut up! And don't use my name!" interrupted the thug apparently known as Dredger before suddenly, there was a strangled cry and the gun went off.
To his luck though, it went off to the left of Decker's head.
"Shit!" he said before his reflexes drove him into a forwards roll through the legs of the bigger thug.
"What the fuck!?" said Dredger.
Reversing his momentum Decker used both fists on the back of the thugs' knees. Vaguely he noticed that the other man was firing at someone who was barely holding his own. Rolling over his back Decker used his roll to land a swing underneath the mugger's jaw sending him reeling backwards. Although he'd scored a solid hit Dredger was apparently not out of the fight yet. He shook his head, growled angrily and swung the steel pipe horizontally for Decker's head. Ducking underneath the blow he didn't expect him to suddenly reverse the swing and use the end to stab back in towards his ribs. Barely blocking it with his elbow he was still thrown a few feet by the man's impressive strength.
"Aggh!" he cried as the blow had hit that magic point known as the funny bone, the pain riding in waves up his arm and dropping him to his knees.
He looked up to see the mugger bearing down on him, a wicked smile on his face and the gravel crunching under every purpose-filled, menacing step but, before he could get close enough to land a blow he got knocked back by a small explosion near his feet. Appearing nearby a figure clothed all in black with pointy ears and two blades attached to each forearm immediately launched into a rapid succession of well placed kicks, blocks, and punches, some of which Decker recognized as muay-thai and hapkido. A few broken bones later Dredger gave up and though he tried to run away with his bad kneecap he quickly found himself hung upside down from a fire escape with a near unbreakable black cable. In the middle of the short fight Decker also noticed that there was a red emblem of a bat on his savior's chest.
"Shit! Does he know?" Decker asked himself.
Gliding down from the fire escape to land near him the Batman skidded to a stop and said
"Thanks for the help, I kept thinking he was gonna be on top of me any second but really, I could've handled them."
He sounds young, Decker thought. In fact probably a few years younger than me he can't be THE Batman
"Well it didn't seem like that to me."
His jaw dropping, Batman said "And what gives you the right to criticize me?"
Folding his arms he didn't have to wait long for a reply.
"Judging by the angle of the shotgun when it went off, you were obviously watching from the nearby rooftop and I'm guessing you used a batarang to deflect the shotgun barrel to the side. Honestly, good move. BUT, I would've tried taking them both out at the same time, say with a smoke pellet placed under my feet or even better yet follow that batarang with the smoke pellet, then glide down, take out the gunner, use your cable to trip up the big guy and, while you've got the advantage, taser the line attached to him. Since he was holding a steel pipe he's definitely out of the fight and the other guy was obviously nervous and probably would've run off, if he hadn't verified that it was you and running would be useless."
His eyebrow raised in incredulity although through the mask it was pretty hard to tell, Batman only muttered a "Huh." before firing a cable into the air and disappearing with a passing hover-car.
On top of the old Greyer Hospital Batman touched his ear as if using a Bluetooth device and said "Did you get all that?" after a slight pause he said "Yeah I know."
Another short pause "Yeah I wonder too but, the last thing I needed tonight was your overachieving critique mirrored at me Bruce."