The Dark Knight Of J.A
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Ch.2: Training and Trouble
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"You're too slow on your jabs kid." A man wearing a black suit and a long red scarf calmly says while sipping a cup of coffee.
"This is harder than it looks!" A young man with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes responds while dodging the attacks of a robot.
"Fight Smarter, not harder!" Kent calls out watching Bruce cry out in pain after unleashing a useless right hook on the dummy.
"Analyze it's weakness, use it to your advantage." Kent says taking another sip of coffee watching Bruce dodge attack after attack, and surveying his surroundings.
(Bruce P.O.V)
'Smarter... Not Harder. Alright, one we're in an open space, two there are no makeshift weapons nearby, three it favors a jab, jab, claw attack. If I dodge the jabs, and then act like the claw hit me. It's defense will lower, and I can attack the ventilation grate on it's back, hopefully removing necessary wires!' I dodge the quick jabs and feign an injury from the sideswipe attack.
'Wait.' I hold my breath as the robot raises it fist again preparing to slam down.
'Wait.' The fist dropping moments away from hitting my face.
'Now!' I mentally yell and roll to the side, the impact of the fist causing a crater. I jump on the the robots back and kick the grate loose, and randomly pull wires, until it starts fidgeting and slowly shuts down.
I start to breathe slowly as the adrenaline leaves my body.
"You're getting better kid, not quite
J.L ready, but you're close." Kent says smiling as I frown.
"Sir, can we kick up the training? The exam is two months away, I cannot slack off!" I shout kicking the broken robot. Kent grabs my shoulder and throws me across the room. Jumbled from my thoughts I flip back onto the ground and rush at him. Kent smirks grabbing me arm and throws me to the wall.
"Huff, Huff, you're good." I pant before slowly getting up and race at him once more, this time with a plan. He tries to grapple me, but I jump over him, slamming his head into the ground. Allard gets up easily and swings at me I dodge and get hit by a left jab. A feint! I fall to the ground hacking and wheezing from the contact to my stomach.
"Good strategy, using one of my known moves against me, but you didn't foresee the choreographed right hook feint." Kent praises me allowing a moments recovery.
"Thanks." I sarcastically reply before we walk out of the training room.
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"Mister Wayne, I have good news." Lucius Fox, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, says as we shake hands.
"I'm hoping so Lucius." I smile, we sit down and he pulls out a briefcase.
"A briefcase?" I ask scratching my chin and he laughs.
"No, no Mister Wayne, it's what's inside the briefcase." He opens it up revealing a pair of black gloves, grey boots, a set of black and grey goggles, a yellow belt, a gun with a sharp hook on the barrel, and bat shaped throwing stars.
"The support gear!" I say as it snaps into place.
"Exactly Mister Wayne, as requested, your goggles with various vision settings, gloves with adjustable Wayne-Tech adhesive alongside a minicomputer. You have the boots, outfitted with the same adhesive, and a polymer titanium plated toe. The grapple gun with a reinforced steel cable, and a titanium plated hook, capable of holding at max 500 pounds. There are also the bat shaped throwing stars, both blunt and piercing, piercing is grey and blunt is black." Lucius explains while going through a PowerPoint explaining each gadget's function and ability.
"And J.L says I can use it on the exam?"
"They did indeed Mister Wayne."
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2 months later
"Alright kid, you're up against a fire breath Quirk user, what do you do?" Kent asks pointing at a picture of a criminal breathing fire at a building.
"Find a way to non-lethally injure his throat or his lungs. I'd try to use a dull blade to knock the air out of him. Or depending on how long he can maintain the flames, I'd wait for his cooldown period and use some close combat." I reply taking a moment to go through the possible uses of fire quirks, before deciding on my answer.
"Hmm... smart, well reasoned, and quite capable of being executed. Good choice." Kent replies before shifting the picture to a man breaking a wall with fist.
"Strength Enhancement quirk, your belt was caught on fire from building damage and you only have your gloves, goggles, boots and suit. What do you do?"
"In a compartment of my gloves, there is a blow gun and a high powered sedative. I'd use that to neutralize him, without risking myself or the civilians." I reply showing him the blueprints of my gloves. He nods in approval shifting to another picture. A man who appears to be made of water appears.
"Quirk: Ocean King, it's a transformation Quirk, temporarily turning the user's body into anthropomorphic liquid."
"Find a way to generate an electrical current, short him and place capture tape on him." I answer immediately and nods once more.
"Your Quirk analysis is getting better, as is your strategy. Now drop and give me twenty." Kent orders and I fall to the ground and begin to do push-ups as he clicks to the next slide. I stop and he looks at me pointedly.
"Did I say you could stop? Thirty more. And this man's Quirk is an emitter, a telekinetic, capable of pulling large and small objects towards him." Kent states as I resume my exercise, the thoughts racing through my head.
"Well there has to be a limit, for either how much weight he can lift or how long he can lift it for." I begin taking a moment to think... Ah!
"I find a way to trick him into pulling a small explosive towards himself, detonating it, and knocking him out!" I yell as I finish my fiftieth push-up.
"Good, take a break for the day. You've been working hard, I'd say you're ready for Monday."
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CRASH! A loud noise wakes me as two shadowy figures walk towards me carrying a sack. I leap out of bed pulling out my new belt. I fumble around until I find the boomerangs. I toss one at the first figure who slumps to the ground. I begin to aim for the second but the sack is over my head before I can even blink. Blackness surges over as I feel a hand pressing against my pressure point. Quickly I press the inside of the belt, as the darkness consumes me I can hear the pinging of the homing beacon activate.
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"Look It's simple, we show a picture of the kid to the police, and we force them to give us his money!" A burly voice says angrily, as a shape shifts from side to side.
"I... I don't know it just doesn't feel right Mick!" The second voice, much gentler replies sounding unsure and worried.
'Hmm, maybe I can use to my advantage. If I can turn number two against this Mick guy, I'll be able to escape!' I accidentally let out a whoop of excitement. The bag is quickly yanked off my face and I'm blinded by the lights.
"Well, well, well. Lookie what we got here Clyde. Mister Wayne is awake!" Mick, the burly kinda of fat one yells rubbing his hands greedily.
"Alright Mister Wayne, this is simple. You call the police, tell them we have you hostage. The demand for release is to hand over full control of your bank account to us." Mick continues pressing the phone against my face.
"Alright, but who do I tell them to give the money to?" I ask as the two look at each other as they angrily argue.
'Wait, this rope... it's loose! If I can reach the batarang in my sleeve, I can cut myself free!' I carry out the plan and the bat shaped knife soon slips into my grip. As I slowly saw through the ropes the goons approach me.
"We've deliberated nice and long, we've decided you will place the money in deposit box 113, off of west Garret and 91st street." Clyde says in a long southern drawl as Mick nods.
"So, what are you gonna do when you get the money?"
"Kill you/ Let ya go." Mick and Clyde say at the same time causing them to glare at one another and start yelling once more.
Using this distraction I cut myself free and slam my fist into Mick's jaw knocking him back. Clyde turns his body to stone and rushes me. I simply jump to the side and throw the batarang at him.
Mick rushes once more, and blasts a red beam out of his eyes hitting my arm. I cry out in pain, and rip the flaming sleeve off and onto the ground. Clyde stampedes towards me in stone form, I flip over him and he crashes in Mick, knocking the latter out. Clyde slowly gets up, and I go for the kill. I run at him and give him a full strength right hook sending him flying into the wall.
I slide against another wall and pant, the adrenaline leaving my body.
I get up, shaking off the nerves, and check the goons for a phone. Mick had one, so I call the police and explain the situation, and after what seems like an eternity, they show up.
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"Mister Wayne!"
"Mister Wayne!"
"Bruce! Look at the camera!"
"Today, Heir to Wayne Tech, Bruce Wayne is released from his hospital following a kidnapping incident."
"Mister Wayne, do you have anything to say on the matter?"
"Yes, Being Quirkless isn't the same as being powerless." After that remark Bruce steps into his four door and Alfred speeds off.
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Second chapter, let me know what you think!
