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Chapter One: A Violent Welcome

"You three stay here and guard the clock tower," Goliath ordered from atop the balcony. To his left stood Elisa, donned in her usual red jacket. On his right stood his longtime friend and mentor, Hudson. Elisa had just come up from the police station below in a big huff. Once again, it seemed, that rich jerk Xanatos was up to something. It had to do with robots, as usual, but Brooklyn had lost interest after that. He knew by the way Goliath had glanced over at them that they wouldn't be going anywhere.

"You got it, Goliath," Lexington called from across the room. He didn't mind staying home tonight. It was his turn with the television, and he didn't want to go on some recon mission and miss it.

"And do pay a little attention to Bronx, lads," Hudson called down to them. "Dang mutt sleeps all night then won't leave me alone when he next wakes up," he huffed to the two on the balcony as they turned to leave.

"Bye, boys," Elisa called as she closed the glass door of the clock's face.

"It's time to fly!" Lex called out as soon as their forms vanished into the night. With a mighty leap for one so small, he crossed the room and landed in front of the television. Nimble hands shoved the helicopter flight simulator into the game console and switched on the TV. Brooklyn sat down in Hudson's recliner and watched Lex play his game. Frankly, he was still exhausted from the night before. He had foiled six robberies in one night, a new personal record.

"Come on, Bronx!" Broadway called out to the beast. Blue ears perked up at the call, and a large tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. Broadway grabbed a beaten up softball from the table and tossed it high into the air. Bronx didn't react at all to the ball, though his eyes followed it all the way up. As it came down, the beast sprang from his seat, and snapped the toy up in his jaws. "Good boy, now bring it here." The 'dog's' ears twitched at the command, but he didn't move. "You're going to make me come and get it, aren't ya?" Broadway took one step forward, his arms extended playfully. Bronx let out a low growl and crouched deeper into his stance. But before the giant gargoyle took another step, something caught his eye.

It was a figure, its silhouette stark against the yellow glass of the clock's face. The figure appeared human, of medium stature, and male from what he could tell. This intruder stood slightly hunched over, evidently examining the giant clock's huge gears with a keen interest. Broadway blinked once and turned to look strait on. There was nothing. He was ready to dismiss it when he spotted the figure again. Now on the other side of the balcony, it was walking around one of the girders that held up the clock's face.

Careful not to blink, Broadway watched as the figure slowly circled the beam and vanished behind it. He waited a second for the shadow to reappear around the other side of the beam, but it never did. Taking a step forward, he moved to check it out. A quiet hum caught his ear, and he turned to see the intruder only a few feet to his left, this time looking at the entire clock from a distance. Bronx dropped his ball as he too spotted the figure.

No longer silhouetted by the lights outside, Broadway could see the intruder clearly now. It was a young man, sixteen or seventeen at most. Garbed in jeans and a blue buttoned shirt that was just a little too big for him, it gave the impression of a robe. Dark brown hair was cut short. His arm shifted to stroke a smooth chin, and his sleeve fell down to his elbow, revealing five watches of all different types strapped to his right arm.

"Hey!" Broadway called out, his tone intentionally harsh. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin, and turned to look at him with eyes as wide as saucers. His eyes were the most striking blue, seemingly lit from within. "What do you think you're doing?" The initial shock gone, the boy seemed to settle, his hands vanishing into his pockets.

"I'm just looking at this clock," he answered, turning his attention back to the giant machine. "It was just so big, I had to know how it worked."

"Hey, Broadway!" Brooklyn called from across the room, "What are you doing?" Broadway glanced over his shoulder and stepped to the side.

"We've got an uninvited guest," the giant called back. He waved his arm to the boy.

"What are you talking about?" Lex asked staring at him with intense confusion.

"What am I -?" Broadway started, but his words were caught in his throat as he looked down. The human had vanished. He looked around franticly, but Bronx beat him to it. The beast issued a low growl and advanced towards the balcony. Sure enough, the intruder was up there once again, leaning over the gears. "There's no way," Broadway muttered.

"Hey, buddy," Brooklyn called out, getting out of the chair. "Are you lost?"

"Nope, not lost," the intruder called back, not looking up from the giant gears.

"How did he even get up here? We're above a police station," Lex said as he got up from his game.

"That's a good question," Brooklyn replied, "You've got some serious explaining to do there, kid!" Finally the intruder looked up from the clock, and seemed to notice them for the first time. He walked down the steps to stand just a few feet from the monsters.

"Now how did you get in here?" Brooklyn asked, taking a step forward.

"Through the door," the boy said, pointing back at the door on the clock's face. Brooklyn looked stunned for a moment, but quickly thought of another question.

"You know," Lex said as Brooklyn interrogated the intruder, "He knows where we live. We might have to move again."

"What?" Broadway gasped.

"Well, if somebody knows where we are, we won't be safe during the day."

"No!" Broadway growled, slamming his fist into his hand, "We're not going to lose another home!" His eyes flared white and he charged forward with a roar that seemed to shake the room. The plan was to subdue the intruder until Elisa got back, then she could figure out what to do with him. He reached out, ready to grab the boy. Brooklyn stepped out of the giant gargoyle's way as he bore down on his victim. His hands closed around the boy's shoulders, but touched nothing but air. Broadway had seen it, but just barely.

With lightning reflexes, the boy had ducked and stepped to the side as Broadway had grabbed at him, letting the giant go right by him. The boy placed his hands in his pockets as Broadway charged by. Lexington came next, right behind his large friend. He leaped at the intruder, his eyes lighting up as well. But as he closed in, the boy ducked at the last second, and Lex sailed right over him. Figuring that the other two knew what they were doing, Brooklyn attacked as well. More cautious than the other two, he did not charge in, but rather just reached out to try and grab him. He was foiled by a quick sidestep. A second grab followed the first, but was dodged just as easily. His eyes lit up with frustration and his next attack was a full-blown swipe.

It never even came close. The boy ducked and spun around him, taking care to step over his tail. Broadway recovered and attacked again, clawing out at him. He stepped back out of the way, then immediately jumped to avoid Lexington's tail swipe. As he landed, he was forced to turn out of the way as Bronx charged at him. There was a brief pause, and the boy's eyes darted as he noticed where he found himself.

During the fight, the gargoyles had managed to place themselves on all four sides, eliminating any escape route. They all stood still for a moment, judging their next move. The boy's eyes flashed for a second as he noted two winged forms landing on the outside balcony. As one, the four gargoyles charged him; there was no way he could dodge. A small smile broke out on the boy's face and he looked Broadway right in the eye as he came down on him. That strange boy winked at him, and vanished.

There was no explanation for it, yet they all had seen it. He had been standing between them one instant, and the next, he was gone. Unable to stop themselves, all four crashed into a big pile in the center of the floor. It was then that the door opened, and their two leaders walked in.

"Well," Hudson said with a laugh, "I didn't think ye lads would take me so seriously, wrestling with Bronx."

The three untangled themselves from the mess they had put themselves in and shared a confused look.

"Yeah," Brooklyn replied, rubbing the back of his neck, "We just thought he could use the exercise."

Sorry about the short chapter, the first one is normally like that. They will get longer.