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New York, Hell's Kitchen
The man in red slammed Tristan against the wall, who had already taken quite a beating, he was covered in blood, while the man in red, who the kid called "The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen" remained completely untouched. Tristan struggled to free himself, but this guy was strong, as he whacked Tristan with his sticks again.
"Alright kid," The man growled, his armor matching Tristan's wounds, "If you don't answer me, or lie to me, trust that I will know, and if that happens we'll have some real problems." Tristan remained quiet, but the man wasn't standing for it, he grabbed Tristan's arm and began to twist it, Tristan yelled in pain, as the Devil stopped for a minute, "Ready to answer?"
"Mandalore!" Tristan yelled, "I work for the Mandalorian government!"
The Devil eased up a little, "A where's that?"
"Krownest!"
"Where's Krownest?" The man asked.
"In system 10567!" Tristan yelled, the man froze.
"Your telling the truth." He said.
"Yeah?" Tristan replied, a little uncertain.
"You're talking about space travel, I'm gonna go on a limb and say you're not from around here." The man said.
"I don't think so, no."
The devil threw Tristan to the ground, but the Mandalorian was fast, and whipped out his blaster, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
The man grinned, "Daredevil."
Daredevil kicked the weapon from Tristan's hands and was about to knock him out when a voice yelled, "NO! That is not nice, and I am yelling because Tucker told me not to!"
"Caboose you idiot!" Another voice yelled.
Tristan and Daredevil turned, two people in armor, one in dark blue holding a pistol, and the other in greenish blue with a laser sword of some kind, but make no mistake this was not a lightsaber.
"What the hell?" Daredevil mumbled.
Wayne Manor, elsewhere
No one spoke after the fight earlier, and an hateful silence remained between Ezra and the crew, Alfred poked his head out from around the corner. He shook his head, "I guess I have work to do."
Alfred went to get the first aid kit, as Ezra followed Bruce to the living room. It was a beautiful room, book cases covered the walls, one of which was an entrance to the cave, and a piano sat in the middle. Alfred stitched up Ezra, as Bruce helped Dick. When he was done, they all sat there for a minute.
"This is all my fault." Ezra said.
Bruce looked at him, "No, none of this is. This is their mistake, not your's."
"No, it is. If I had not been with them Joker never would have killed all of Clan Wren." Ezra grumbled.
"None of us can control what happens as a result of our actions, we can only try to fix them, and that's what we're gonna do." Dick said, sounding more confident than ever.
Ezra smiled.
Bruce sigh, "However I have to attend a party, along with Dick, Tim, Jason, Barbara, and Damian, you should come as well, Lucius would be pleased to see you alive."
"I'd be happy to." Ezra replied, wincing at the cut he got from Sabine.
"Although there is one problem," Dick said, making Ezra groan, there were always problems when you live with Batman, "Your 'friends' can't be here by themselves, and definitely not with Alfred, so they'll have to come too."
"Of course they do." Ezra said frustrated, "How do we sneak a green woman and a purple alien into a party full of people?"
"It's Gotham, they've seen weirder." Dick joked.
Ezra smirked, "No, seriously, how do we do that?"
Bruce held up two small devices, "These things a holographic projectors, slip these into the pocket of Hera and Zeb, they appear as humans just like the rest of us."
"Nice." Ezra said.
"Now we need to get them to listen," Dick said, "Can you handle Sabine, I don't wanna get punched again, she's got a mean right hook."
Ezra laughed, "Sure, I'll get right on that buddy."
"I guess that settles it," Bruce said, "We leave in 2 hours, get some rest."
Hell's Kitchen, New York
This was not how Matt planned to spend his day. First, some kid mugs an eleven year old in a shipping yard, then the kid says space travel is real, and now two people in blue armor come in with a laser sword and guns. Typical.
"Friends of your's?" Matt asked Tristan, who shook his head.
"You really think I'd hang out with such idiots?"
"Hey! Who you calling an idiot?" Another one stepped out from another shipping container, but this one was red, and had a pirate accent, followed by a maroon one, holding an assault rifle.
"I think he meant Tucker and Caboose, Sarge."
"Oh, yeah, now they're idiots, I knew that. Carry on." And then they went back behind the container.
"I am very intelligent Mr. Pirate thank you very much." The one named Caboose said, who was very clearly stupid.
"WHO YOU CALLIN' A PIRATE?" The red one walked out again.
"Okay this is getting ridiculous just shoot those two!" Tucker yelled.
Tristan and Daredevil looked at each other before Matt heard the reload of a sniper rifle, and threw his stick at the origin of the noise.
"OW!" A voice yelled, Matt determined from the way the sound moved around the sniper this one was baby blue, "NOW HOW THE HELL DID YOU SEE ME?"
"I didn't." Matt said, smiling.
Tucker charged, swinging his sword at Matt, who quickly dodged it, and kneed him in the ribs, and then, headbutted him.
"Tucker! I will help you." Caboose said, as he ran toward Daredevil but didn't try to kill him, "Hello, my name is Caboose, and I like puppies, and cookies, and cake, and unicorns, and candy, and legos, and action figures, and-"
"Shut up and kill him!" The light blue one said from around the corner.
"Oh yeah, and I'm Church's best friend." Caboose added, "If you could maybe, ya know, not hurt me and my friends. that be great, but you look mean so I don't know if you will kill me or not."
"Mean? He looks like the friking Devil, what does that tell you?" A yellow one said.
"Who's the yellow one?" Tristan asked.
"That's it. Sarge, permission to kill my self?"
"Permission denied dirt bag, I wanna kill you." Sarge said.
"Can you do it now?"
"No I wanna do it when you finally get a girlfriend and a life, and when you finally feel accomplished, you will have this baby to your face." Sarge replied patting his shotgun.
"What am I doing with my life?" Daredevil said.
"I AM ORANGE!" The yellow one said.
"Oookay, I won't hurt you, IF you explain to me what's happening."
"Yay! Church look, I made a friend." Caboose said, happily.
"Caboose, you are truely, in every part of your mind, a moron." Church said.
Hi again, too anyone who read the beginning, and welcome to any newcomers. This idea has been brewing in my head for a while now, if you want to know more, go and read STAR WARS REBELS: The Beginning. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and expect more from me soon. Reviews are always helpful, as I love to take ideas from you all, see ya!