Open-palmed nerve strike to the digastric anterior belly muscle…sloppy, however, the opponent feel unconscious, the shadowed attacker turned to another of the obstacles and initiated a spinning hook kick, a perfect connection to the man's depressor anguli oris, and he too fell.' Just one left, easy', he thought internally. He smirked to himself and in his hesitation the panicked thug whacked him across the face with the baton in his hand. The shadow's rage rose and he put all of his force into a cut kick to the vastus lateralis of the man's right leg. The assailant screamed in agony and knelt down in defeat and the shadow finished him off with a strong hook to the jaw. The man engulfed in darkness needed refinement. He arguably had the potential to be the greatest fighter in the history of the earth…potential. The man stepped into the light and pulled off his ski mask to reveal the face of Bruce Wayne. "Years of training with the best, only to get hit by a lucky shot" he mused. 'Still', he thought, 'at least Alfred isn't here to berate me for it'. He brushed his hand through his jet black hair, and then proceeded through the warehouse, to find his objective. Bruce Wayne wasn't ready to start his crusade yet, but he felt compelled to stop one of his former teachers, Bane was also the one who taught Bruce Santa Priscan wrestling in Peña Duro. Moreover, the supply of venom DID originate from Gotham. Yet, in essence, stopping Bane in Star City served the purpose of killing two birds with one stone. The very extensive training Bruce had still needed one more minor enhancement. Studying under the best fighter on Earth, whose domain was this city. The man sat atop that throne, undisputed, was the Emerald Archer. The legends of his prowess spoke for itself. It was incredibly obvious that Oliver Queen and the Green Arrow were one and the same. A reunion would have to happen eventually. Eventually, the man of shadow found his goal. The first supply of venom cache to be created within the city. It emitted a unique radiation spike, and Bruce tracked it with an EMF detector, courtesy of the new Waynetech division in Star City. The spike was due to the lack of experience with the Star City supplies used to create it. It confirmed Bruce's working theory. The production of venom wasn't off the ground and lacked refinement, meaning they wouldn't abandon this cache to chance. He attached a small tracking device to the tank, put on his ski mask and proceeded to make way for the exit, however the shadow was stopped in his tracks, by a voice.
"You ready to die, bitch?!"
Bruce turned around to see a short man, with a hockey mask, armed with guns. "So you're Wild Dog?" he derided. The 'Dog' chose not to reply, and he was joined out of the shadows by 2 more men. A man with an outlandish helmet and a man wearing cornrows.
"Give up and you won't get hurt" said the tallest of the trio.
"Not a chance, Spartan" Bruce replied with a self-assurance, that shook the conviction of the trio. He had done his research on each member of Team Arrow extensively; all three of the vigilantes had lost the fight, before it had even begun. With rapid precision, he threw a smoke pellet into the fray, and Bruce entered the ensuing darkness. He avoided direct line of fire and went straight for the weakest, Mr Terrific. He had figured that the man's tech defences would disengage, if he took him out. He snuck up to him and used a seoi nage throw to get the man to the ground, and knocked him unconscious with a fierce punch to the orbicularis oculi. He strode over to Wild Dog and snaked him into a rear naked choke, and after a few seconds the man fell unconscious effortlessly. The smoke cleared and all that was left was John Diggle, the Spartan. Bruce did not underestimate him, however. John had trained under the archer for 6 years; he was very much a master-level combatant. On another day, Bruce would have liked to take a little time to test him, but, he had no time for the triviality of admiration. Bruce savagely used a flying knee, which connected impeccably with the Spartan's latissimus dorsi. He fell to the ground, out of breath, and utterly overwhelmed. He stared at Diggle, deliberating on what to say. Bruce admired Diggle far more than he did Oliver Queen. He was the only reason Oliver had come so far.
"What…are you…looking at?" Diggle said, fatigued, glaring at the man in black
"I'm on your side" Bruce said, extending a hand to the solider. Diggle, hesitantly, clasped it and rose up. He removed his mask and told the Spartan "I need you to take me to Oliver Queen".