Gotham City, 2:03 AM,
"Ha! Nice job, boys! That was the best damn robbery I've ever been in!"
Fifteen masked men sat around a wooden table, counting stacks of money they had recently stolen from three different jewelry stores from around Gotham.
A voice echoed around the abandoned warehouse, "Well, it's about to become the worst, too."
A shadow flickered along the wall as flashlights scanned the room, followed by a childish laugh.
"Ricky, Joe! Come with me and cover the south side!"
A figure dropped from the ceiling, wearing a dark blue and black, skintight uniform, that was immediately recognized by the criminals, "Actually, Ricky, Joe, and well, all of you, are screwed."
The figure jumped over the two men charging at him, and as he was about to land, he flipped around, slamming a foot in-between the shoulder blades of the men.
"Nice try you two. I'd suggest staying down before things get rough." The figure jumped into the air again, and twirled around three times as five men nearby let loose a barrage of bullets.
As he landed, he removed the escrima sticks from the holsters on his thighs, and took a fighting stance. He was smirking, "Bring it."
The robber closest to him took a wild swing at his head, which was easily ducked, and countered with a strike to the temple. "Three down, who's next?"
Three men attempted to sneak up behind him.
"I'm not blind." The figure twirled around as he jumped, delivering a jumping split-kick to the men on his left and right. As he began to land, he slammed both metal escrima sticks down onto the third man's head, rendering him unconscious.
"Six" Another man charged at him with a meat cleaver, "Seven."
The figure ducked to his right, and tripped the attacker. He spun around and delivered an axe-kick to the man's lower back. Possibly crippling the criminal.
"Next?"
Two men started to run. The figure reached behind him and pulled two objects from his back. He hurled one at each man. The three metal balls attached together by strings wrapped themselves around the legs of their targets like snakes, and tripped them.
Another man charged at him. He slid under the, rather large, man's legs, and slammed one of his escrima sticks into the man's groin. He stood behind the man, who was now on his knees, and slammed an escrima stick on either side of the man's head. "Goodnight."
He turned to the remaining five. "I suggest you get on your knees and let me handcuff you before you all get hurt, or crippled."
Four out of the five complied. The fifth pulled two pistols out of his waistband, and brandished them. The figure smirked. "Nice try buddy."
Two arrows flew out of the shadows and slammed into the man's hands, knocking the pistols out of his hands. A third arrow slammed into the man's head, knocking him down, and slamming his head against the floor.
The figure started to handcuff all of the criminals as another figure emerged from the shadows, solid black bow at the ready. "Nice job."
"Thanks. You wanna call it a night? Patrols gotten a little boring since my dad doesn't come with us anymore."
"Sure."
A gloved hand slid over the LED keypad, typing in five numbers. A metal door slid open, and two teenagers walked into the building. In one corner of the large room was a kitchen area, next to that was a couch aimed at a large flat screen TV. Across the room was a set of computers, and a hallway that led to more rooms.
One was about five foot ten, had shaggy black hair that went to his lower neck, and brushed against his eyes, which were hidden behind a small domino-style mask. His skintight uniform was solid black and covered his entire body, except for the small blue flying bird symbol that was on his chest. On his thighs were two holsters, that held two solid black escrima sticks.
The second teen wore a solid black outfit similar to the other teen's, but it was looser, and a hood covered her face, as well as a domino-style mask. A few locks of dark purple hair tumbled out from behind the hood. Black knee-high boots padded softly against the ground as she walked, and a quiver filled with arrows was on her back. A gloved hand held tightly onto a solid black compound bow.
"You should've seen those guys' faces when you dropped out of the ceiling. You scared the crap out of them!" Said the girl, setting her bow on a counter.
The boy smiled, and peered down the hallway. "I'm gonna head home. See you after school."
He walked down the hallway, and into one of the rooms. He came out a few minutes later, wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, a red t-shirt and a black jacket. He had replaced his mask with a pair of sunglasses. Making it impossible to see his eyes.
"See you tomorrow Blue Jay."
The boy nodded as he walked out of the building.
"Wow. He really takes after his dad." A certain green-skinned man walked into the room, wearing his usual black and purple uniform.
"You say that every time me and him come back from patrol, dad."
"Yeah. And I will continue to do it until I get over the shock." He smiled at his daughter, "Come on Nikki, let's go home."
The two left, leaving the lights on.
"I'm on my way home, dad. I'll be there in like ten minutes." He zipped down the road on his racing bike, his eyes studying every detail of the road from behind his helmet.
"Alright. Remember you're"
"I know. I'm meeting that new team of yours tomorrow."
"Don't make it sound so bad, Liam. Warren and Nikki are on the team."
"I know. But I'm solo now, dad. Blue Jay's left the nest."
"Solo, is it? I'm sure. That's not what Garfield's been saying. You and Nikki go on patrol every night, Liam."
"Fine, I'm about to go solo. Is that better?"
"No. You're not about to go solo. You're about to be on a team."
"Don't remind me." He turned his comm off, and kept going.