DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Batman, or Nightwing. DC Comics owns Batman and Nightwing, while Nickelodeon owns Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Bruce drew two batarangs as daggers while he and Mokusai (A/N: That's their new name from now on) rounded each other, scanning each other for a weakness. He mulled over his options. First choice was to release smoke bombs or tear gas. However, doing that against a wooden creature that had no eyes, nose, or ears was not exactly a wise choice. Second choice was to go into an all-out taijutsu battle against a self-healing opponent. Not the best choice either.
Deciding to go for the second choice, Bruce charged Mokusai. Mokusai sidestepped the first jab while kicking for Bruce's head. Bruce ducked and swept Mokusai's feet off the ground. Mokusai flipped and landed feet first, albeit having his back turned towards Bruce.
He took advantage of the Mokusai's blindness and took out an ice pellet. Mokusai's head twisted 180 degrees as he saw the pellet going for his feet. He jumped and went for the fire escape ladder. However, he stopped and saw a thick icicle hold his feet only a foot from the ground. Mokusai watch with a blank face (A/N: no duh) as Bruce pulled out a remote and pushed his thumb against a button.
The Batmobile, two blocks away, roared to life and sped through the Gotham streets. If pedestrians could see through the windows of the Batmobile, they would have horrified by the lack of drivers in the car. Mokusai realized what was going on and, almost anxiously (A/N: almost…remember, they don't have emotions), bent downing as he tried punching the ice. Bruce threw a batarang at his hand, but Mokusai managed to pull it back before the batarang hit.
Cracks started to appears in the ice as the Batmobile appeared at the mouth of the alley. Mokusai watched as the Batmobile rammed into him and drove him into the alley wall. Dust flew into the air and concealed the front half of the Batmobile. Batman knew he didn't "kill" Mokusai, but he also knew that it wouldn't hold him for long. Bruce strode cautiously towards the dust cloud as he put a gas mask on.
As he got two feet away from the dust cloud, the long end of a tonfa jutted out. Bruce reacted on instinct as he jumped back and sliced the tonfa in half with a batarang. The dust settled to reveal a seemingly healthy Mokusai and the front end of the Batmobile in a building. A second later, they found themselves trading punches and kicks again. Bruce's stamina was draining. He decided to try one last option that he had never done to a criminal before.
He grabbed some gasoline pellets from his belt (A/N: just imagine he has gasoline pellets) and threw them at Mokusai's head. The pellets broke and gasoline started oozing down his head. Mokusai tilted his head in confusion. Bruce only said a couple words, "Activation code: 91939. Flamethrower. Target: Assailant." The Batmobile once again hummed to life as an object withdrew itself from a compartment above the Batmobile front tire. The weapon only gave one click as a warning before a torrent of fire rained down on Mokusai.
Bruce watched in curiosity as the impassive Mokusai stood there as the fire was eating away at everything but his armor. Mokusai walked back three steps and withdrew a discarded batarang from the wall. Bruce watched with is mouth agape as the Mokusai used the batarang to shave off the burning embers of his skin. Mokusai put some speed into his legs as he jumped towards Bruce. However, instead of attacking him, he passed right by him and chopped Bruce in the neck, effectively knocking him out. The other Mokusai came out of the shadows. One of them hoisted Bruce over his shoulder while another pressed a button on the remote before returning it to Bruce's belt. The Batmobile went home.
(in Bludhaven)
Being a police officer in Bludhaven was active, but yet still boring work for Dick Grayson. Fun, in Dick's terms, was changing into his alter ego, Nightwing, and going out to kick some bad guy butt. He stepped out of Batman's shadow long time ago due to his mentor's methods of crimefighting, but they have reconciled. Now he was in his Bludhaven apartment at 1013 Parkthorne Avenue slouched on his couch after a long day at the station. He was taking a rest before changing in his Nightwing uniform (FYI: this is the DCAU continuity. Nightwing's uniform has the bird on it).
He picked himself up and walked a lazy ten step toward a wall. He placed his hand on the wall and watch as a panel slid open, revealing his uniform. His slipped into it and put his mask. He then turned around to come face to face with a Mokusai (hockey mask intact).
'Dang it. What happened to my alarm systems?' Dick thought as he pulled out his escrima sticks (A/N: I know Dick doesn't have escrima sticks in DCAU, but just go along with for now)
"Who are you," Nightwing asked.
No response. Just a bow and a drawing of tonfa. Dick was confused. Mokusai were as silent as Batman, and that was saying something. There they clashed in the middle of Dick Grayson's livingroom. Punches were slapped away at the wrist, kicks were dodged, and escrima sticks clashed with tonfa. It didn't help Mokusai that Dick was a renowned acrobat. Dick took a pair wingdings out of a pocket and flung them. The three-pronged stars lodged themselves in Mokusai's mask. Mokusai took the mask off and let it fall to the floor, the wingdings imbedding themselves in the wood, as it took in Dick's expression. Dick mouth dropped as the two stab wounds the wingdings made healed.
"So, your the Fighting Tree from the Wizard of Oz, huh? Interesting," taunted Dick.
Dick put his hand to his ear as he opened a comlink to the Batcave, meanwhile trying to dodge.
"Hey Batman (A/n: calling Batman "Bruce" while in the middle of a fight with a stranger is no a good idea), are you there?"
"No Master Dick," replied Alfred, "Master Bruce left the cave long time ago."
"OK, but can you connect me to him," replied Dick with an urgent voice.
"I'm afraid I have bad news, Master Dick. The Batmobile came back to the cave 2 minutes ago empty. The Batcomputer can't trace his signal and the readings show Master Bruce has been in a state of unconsciousness for half an hour."
"Oh crap. Alfred, try to search for any clue on the computer about wooden warriors with samurai armor and healing abilities. I'll be right-"
Mokusai threw its tonfa at a wall as Dick continued to jump around and dodge. The tonfa ricocheted off two walls as it spun for Dick's head, knocking him out.
"Master Dick? Master Dick!" exclaimed a fearful Alfred.
Alfred put the cave on lockdown while Mokusai picked Dick up.
(on the ship)
"Aw man, anyone catch the number of that fighting tree that ran over us," said a delirious Dick.
Dick sat up as he looked around at his surroundings. The room was pretty much empty and the only thing to look at was an iron jail door. Some stuff here and some stuff there. Nothing interesting. Just as expected from a prison cell.
"Well, good thing I'm in one piece, and so is my mask. So, it's just a standard pick the lock and I'm outta here procedure. Simply enough," Dick said to himself.
He reached into one of his pockets for the lockpick, only to discover that it was not there. So where all of his wingdings, smoke bombs, and ice bombs.
"Aw man, they took all the goodies from my hidden compartments. They're called hidden compartments for a reason, ya know," shouted Dick to nobody in particular.
He turned towards the ironness that was the door, and walked up to it, daring it to give him a challenge. As he reared back for a kick (A/N: sound familiar?), the door of a thousand pains mysteriously opened.
'Bruce, next time I see you, you're gonna be sorry you made me watch those horror films,' Dick thought as he walked through the door and into a lighted passageway. Well, honoestly, he couldn't exactly make the billionaire feel sorry, but it would be fun to see him squirm. Hey, you get taught by the devil, you become the devil. Wait, no, that didn't come out right. There was no way he was similar to that humorless billionaire. He heard some shuffling to his left and turned only to see Bruce there (with his mask and Batsuit on).
"Speak of devil," said Dick, "Hey Bruce."
"Hi Dick," replied Bruce, "Any idea how you got yourself into this?" Bruce never was one for small talk.
"You should be talking. By the way, where's your belt? Aren't you the only one who can take it off?"
Bruce didn't reply. All he did was point over Dick's shoulder. Dick turned and gasped.
"Woah." There were his weapons, suspended in the air by some sort of lightning field. He's had enough surprises for one day. "Do you think it is safe to touch the energy field?" That thing looked like it could give you a shock.
Bruce just brushed passed him and took his belt. Dick shrugged and put his weapons back in their respective "hidden" compartments. They turned, and started walking down the corridor.
"From what I've seen, this art dates back to about 1700 years ago," said Bruce. His detective skills come in handy during these times.
"So, we're basically dealing with an antique collector who has a thing for making wooden soldiers his minions. Great," sighed Dick.
Bruce halted.
"What do you mean 'wooden soldiers'," inquired Bruce.
"Don't tell me they attacked you, too" asked Dick. Bruce nodded. Dick feared as much.
"Well, at least we know that the fact we're both here isn't just a coincidence," said Dick.
They continued on before walking through a door and into dark room.
"So, where to, Bruce?"
"Nowhere," came the cryptic reply. Nightwing turned to Batman.
"What do you mean-. Oooohhhh," said Dick, stretching the "o". A smirk stretched across his face. Time to blow a door. You know, of all the days under Bruce's tutelage, there was one thing he enjoyed the most...blowing up things. There is no satisfaction than seeing things go boom. He grabbed some explosive bombs when a massive door appeared out of nowhere and opened itself.
Bruce and Dick looked at each other before continuing cautiously. The passageway was wide and adorned with fire lamps. Dick looked up to see Mokusai lining the walls.
"We're toast," quipped Dick.
However, the Mokusai didn't move. They just stood there as if they were statues (pun intended) meant for decoration. Sensing no hostility, they both walked on. Lights flicked up abruptly.
There, in front of the Dynamic Duo, were three flights of stairs with a landing between each. The sides of each flight were decorated with dragon statues. On the first two landings, on top of the dragons, was a chair. On the last landing, there was only one chair and it was in the middle. All the chairs were occupied except for one, and that was on the second landing on the right. The dragons did not surprise Dick, it was those who were in the chair that did.
Four people, dressed in Shredder armor. They all wore robes that had either blue, silver, bronze, and green woven in. The "trident" on their helmets and they eyes all shone their respective colors.
"Bruce Wayne, Richard Grayson," said the one in silver armor. The Duo's eyes widened simultaneously as they realized their secret identity were figured out.
"Sh-sh-shredder….Ch-chrell….Oroku Saki, didn't he just die in New York a week ago? Bruce, I'm getting a little freaked out here," stammered Dick as he took a step back in surprise.
Instead of answering, Bruce went down on one knee. Poor Dick was thoroughly confused.
"Bruce?"
Snip. Now it's an evil paperhanger. This is the new and re-edited version, even if it may not seem so. You could play the find the difference game. Anyway, as a reward for my loyal readers waiting patiently all this time, you get an extra-long chapter. Since nobody responded to the poll on my profile, I took matters into my own hands and put Nightwing and Batman into the Ninja Tribunal. I'd like some suggestions as to the names of Batman's and Nightwing's weapons from the Spirit Forge. Also, what animal do you think would be their avatar?
