*SSSSSS*

The sound of a blowtorch cutting metal was deafening as a White Fang member cut away at the Shipping container doors. A mob of White Fang members crowded around the doors, ready to burst in at any moment.

"Take your time," said Torchwick, smoking a cigar nearby, "They're not going anywhere. Besides, Sionis hasn't been playing nice as of late."

"What do you mean we shouldn't have come back?!" exclaimed Blake, "You almost got killed back there, would you have preferred to die?"

*KAFF* *KAFF* coughed Bruce, "Yes."

Blake just stared at Bruce in disbelief, "After everything you told me, everything you said about how you wanted to prevent awful people from taking advantage of others, you're gonna lie there and tell me that you would rather have us leave you for dead?!"

Bruce could only stare at the floor, "Clark got shot."

Blake's eyes widened, "What?!"

"I don't know how they did it, but they made a bullet that can pierce his skin." said Bruce, "He'll live, but I won't put him, nor you, in danger anymore."

Blake frowned, "You can't do this alone, look what just happened."

"I would rather die alone rather than drag you and Sun down with me." said Bruce, "Don't you see, this is my war, and mine alone. I have to do it without others, they'll just die for my selfish mission."

Blake was at a loss for words, having no idea how to respond, "Bruce, I-"

*KAFF* *KAFF* *KAFF*

Bruce began to cough violently before falling on his side, motionless.

"Oh no!" said Blake as Sun rushed to his side, "Is he-"

"He's not dead, just passed out from blood loss." said Sun, "Though with how much he's losing we'll probably lose him within the hour."

"Hehehe."

Sun and Blake turned to Black Mask, who had woken up and crawled to the other side of the container, "You kids are dead, you know that right."

"Who said you could talk," said Sun.

"You ain't gonna be making threats in a few minutes." said Black Mask, "Once my boys bust me out, you'll be on the ground begging at my feet for mercy."

Blake clenched her fists, walking over to Bruce and checking his jacket. Sure enough, she finds a small pellet and a pair of handcuffs.

"Ooh, you gonna arrest me?" said Black Mask.

Blake tossed the pellet at Black Mask, watching it explode upon impact with his cheek. After a few moments of coughing, Black Mask felt strange.

"What the he-EEEUUUGH!"

Black Mask began vomiting, watching as his dinner came up and was spilled in the container corner. Black Mask laid on his front, horribly sick.

"What-What the hell was that?!" asked Black Mask.

"Regurgitant pellet, Bruce told me about it." said Blake, grabbing Black Masks arms and placing the handcuffs on him, "And I am arresting you, you'll just have to wait for the police before it's official."

"You Bitch!" shouted Black Mask, "I'll have your whole family-EEEEEUUUUUGH!"

Blake ignored the retching Black Mask, pulling out Gambol Shroud on the way to the door being cut open.

"I hope you have a plan b in there," said Sun, drawing his weapon.

"Yeah," said Blake, "When they open that door, take as many of them as you can."

Oliver and Victor sprinted down the alley, Oliver carrying a first aid kit. The two stopped at the alley exit, waiting just outside the docks.

"See anything?" asked Victor, leaning on the wall looking into the shipping yard.

Oliver squinted his eyes, "I see White Fang, they're cutting open a shipping container with a blowtorch."

"That's where Bruce is."

"Agh!" yelped Oliver as Clark landed in the alley.

"I checked," said Clark.

"Cool, don't scare me please." said Oliver, "And is that a cape?"

"It is, but there are bigger problems at the moment," said Clark, walking over to the alley exit, "I count 20 thugs plus Torchwick, he's a famous thief."

"He's on the news," said Victor, "We know him."

"There's also the Bullheads in the sky," said Clark, "They're not here now, but I've heard them patrolling, they'll be a problem. Who has the First Aid?"

"I do," said Oliver, "But jeez, this is some deep stuff Bruce has gotten himself into, how was he?"

"Bruce is unconscious, he's lost a lot of blood," said Clark, "When we make our move, you're gonna have to treat him."

"I'll treat him, I've had experience." said Oliver, "But I don't know if I can get to him with 20 guys in the way."

Clark turned to Victor, "Victor, I need you to get the White Fang out of the way and help keep them away from Oliver while he helps Bruce."

Victor put his hand to his chin for a moment before smiling, "I've got something in mind."

"Great, once Oliver patches Bruce up you guys can get out." said Clark, "You won't be alone, Blake and Sun are in there too."

"Blake is in there?!" said Oliver, "Why?"

"I'll have Bruce explain later," said Clark, "And you guys don't know Sun, but he should help you guys."

Clark bent his knees to jump, but Victor stopped him.

"And what are you gonna do?" asked Victor.

"The bullheads, I need to be ready to take them down so you guys don't get caught out in the open," said Clark, "Trust me on this."

Victor nodded, "You got mine."

"Mine too, for what it's worth," said Oliver.

"Great," said Clark, "Let's save our friend."

*SSSSS*

The light of the blowtorch was beginning to fade as it moved downward, reaching the bottom of the door. Blake and Sun readied themselves, waiting in anticipation for the door to open. The blowtorch stops, and after a few seconds, the White Fang kicks the doors open and surge into the container.

Blake leaps forward, swinging Gambol Shroud at the 2 thugs in front and knocking them aside before leading into a kick, knocking a third thug on his back. Sun follows suit, disassembling his staff into nunchucks and proceeding to whack the thugs upside the head, finishing off those Blake left in her wake.

The two leaped out of the container together, trying to hold back the flood of White Fang soldiers.

"Uh, there's a lot of guys here!" said Sun, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea!"

Blake clocked a thug in the head, "Sun, would you just shut up and-"

A thug lands a punch on Sun's face, causing him to stumble backward into a group of thugs who grab hold of him.

"No!" shouted Blake, 'Let him go!"

A wall of thugs encircles Blake as she frantically tries to reach Sun. Blake balls her fists, throwing herself at the thugs attempting to break through. While she manages to get a few hits in, the thugs push her back into the middle.

"Cat's in the bag!"

Blake turned to Torchwick, who simply watched while lighting a cigar, "Poor kitty, even with claws you couldn't beat the pack."

Blake grimaced, "This isn't over."

"Oh, I think it is," said Torchwick.

"Naw, it ain't over."

"Wha-" Torchwick is startled by the new voice, whirling around while aiming his cane gun. Torchwick lays eyes on Victor, who has his Omni-tool in a blaster formation.

"Kid, I don't know what the hell your doing," said Torchwick, "But you better buzz off before I make your night awful."

"No thanks," said Victor, "I think I can take you and your wimpy looking pimp cane."

"Pimp cane?" said Torchwick, "Well, this pimp cane fires fire dust bullets."

"That's cute," said Victor, "This blaster fires concentrated sound waves. You like dubstep?"

Torchwick gave Victor a funny look, "What?"

"Let's give you a taste," said Victor, pulling the trigger.

AN: It's not totally necessary, but if you like music with this stuff (It might be fun to listen). Put on Nero - Doomsday and start at 47 seconds. It is kinda appropriate for the fight scene.

A massive guitar riff plays at ear shredding volume, sending Torchwick flying into the air.

"BOOYAH!" shouted Victor, aiming his weapon. He fires another wave of sound, echoing another guitar riff. Half of the thugs surrounding Blake go flying this time, slamming into shipping containers and each other. The other half charges Victor, only to be met with the same fate.

"Victor?!" exclaimed Blake, "But how did you-"

"No time!" shouted Victor, sending a blast that knocks down the White Fang guards holding Sun, who promptly knocks them out with his nunchucks, "Oliver, help Bruce!"

Oliver sprints from the alley to the container, lugging a back of first aid supplies. Laying his eyes upon Bruce, he kneels, lifting his shirt and checking his wounds.

"Jeez, this is way worse than I thought." said Oliver, pulling out some bandages, "Fear not Oliver, purgatory was way worse than this."

With unusual speed, Oliver quickly patched up Bruce's body, making sure to stop the bleeding wherever possible. He made sure not to make any mistakes, though the dubstep blaring from Victor's blaster didn't help his concentration.

"Hehehe."

Oliver looked up from his work, noticing a man in a white tuxedo handcuffed in the corner, sitting in a puddle of vomit.

"Eugh." gagged Oliver, "Who are you?"

"I'm the guy who's gonna behead your whole damn family when I get out." said the man, "And I'll make sure you-"

A boxing glove arrow flies into the man's face, shutting him up.

"Nope, not worth my time." said Oliver, scooping Bruce up in his arms and slinging him over his back, "I've got him!"

"Great!" shouted Victor, blasting another thug, "Then let's get out of here!"

As Oliver carried Bruce out, Sun raced inside, slinging the man in the tuxedo over his back as well.

"Why take him?" asked Oliver, "Is he important?"

"Brutal enforcer, needs to go to jail!" exclaimed Sun.

"Less talk more running!" shouted Victor.

The four, with two in tow, began to race out of the shipping container maze. With most of the thugs disabled, the group didn't have any trouble making it out of the shipping area. Breaking into a more open area, the group continued their escape.

"Almost there!" said Blake.

*BANG*

The ground explodes in front of the group, stopping them in their tracks. Turning around, Torchwick aims his cane at the group.

"You really thought it would be that easy?!" shouted Torchwick.

*RRRRRRRR*

The sound of a bullhead fills the air as one of the aircraft emerges from the clouds, shining a spotlight on the group with a three barreled machine gun trained on them.

"Oh, and techno guy," said Torchwick, "your choice of music is awful."

"Oh, it's on." said Victor, "Nobody disrespects dubstep."

"Really?" asked Torchwick, "And how will you shoot down a bullhead?"

"He won't take it down," said a new voice, "but I will!"

Torchwick looks up as Clark sails through the air, landing on top of the bullhead, "OH NOT YOU!"

"Clark's here too?!" shouted Blake.

Clark smirked, crashing through the roof of the bullhead to the surprise of its three inhabitants. The pilot and copilot begin shouting as the third inhabitant slips on a flamethrower.

"Uh oh!" said Clark.

The thug spits flames in the direction of Clark as well as the pilots. Acting on instinct, Clark dives to the front, cloaking both himself and the pilots in his cape. Instead of burning them all, the flames harmlessly lick the cape until the flamethrower runs out of fuel. Acting quickly, Clark grabs the pilots.

"WOAH!" shouted the pilot, "Let me go man I'm just the pilot!"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." said Clark, "The bullhead might need some repairs though."

Turning around with the pilots in hand, Clark sprints towards the back, grabbing the third inhabitant as he crashes through the back. As the bullhead spins out of control and explodes as it crashes into the ocean, Clark tosses the bullheads inhabitants into the ocean as well, watching as they harmlessly hit the water while he lands on the ground.

"Nice timing Clark!" said Oliver, "Now let's get out of here!"

Clark nodded, joining the group as they continued to run. Unfortunately, the sounds of more Bullheads began to fill the air as a couple more descend from the clouds. In addition, the White Fang soldiers from before had recovered and were in pursuit of the group.

"Go!" shouted Clark, "I got this!"

As the rest of the group runs ahead, Clark leaps upward towards another bullhead. However, just as he's about to reach it, the bullhead fires a missile, hitting Clark head on and causing him to spin out of control, crashing to the ground. Looking up, he watches as the bullhead lines up a shot on the group, the machine gun's barrel beginning to spin.

"NO!" shouted Clark.

*SCREECH*

The sounds of metal being sliced apart invades everyone's ears as the bullhead falls apart before Clark's eyes. Clark watched as a new figure leapt from a nearby rooftop, a collection of swords encircling her. The girl had ginger hair and wore a white dress with an olive skirt. Clark watches as she led the swords into a deliberate rotation, easily striking the White Fang members aside.

"Who the hell is that?!" shouted Oliver, the group stopping to watch in awe.

Victor's eyes widened, staring in disbelief, "Penny?"

"Wait, Victor, you know this girl?!" exclaimed Oliver.

Victor frowned, turning his attention away from the group, "No, but she did give us a way out, get moving!"

The group resumed their escape as Clark watched on. As a new bullhead emerged, the girl rotated the swords in a circular motion before firing a massive beam of green energy, obliterating the bullheads.

"JEEZ!" shouted Clark, backing away as the chaos unfolded. Leaping over a rooftop, Clark landed next to the group, who had stopped to rest next to a neon-lit shop on the seaside.

"Is, *Pant*, is everyone ok?" asked Clark.

"We're fine," said Oliver, "Bruce is stable, with the right medical attention, he'll be ok."

"Blake?"

The group looked upward, spotting a familiar girl dressed in a red cloak on a nearby rooftop.

"Ruby?" exclaimed Blake.

Ruby leaped down from the rooftop, "I-I heard the explosion, I didn't know what was going on, but you're here." Ruby looked at the rest of the group, "You're all here? What's going on?"

"I-" said Blake, "It's a lot."

Red and Blue lights began to make their way down the street as police cars approached the docks, passing the group on their way through.

"Well," said Clark, "there's plenty of time while the police arrest Black Mask."

Darkness. Bruce Wayne was walking through darkness.

The prodigal son wandered through a haze of black, unable to see anything in front of him. He waved his hands in front of him, but it did nothing to help.

"Hello?!" said Bruce, wandering aimlessly.

"Bruce."

Bruce turned his ears toward the voice, unable to see its owner.

"Who's there?"

"Bruce, wake up!"

*GASP*

Bruce gasped loudly, sitting up abruptly to the overwhelming lights and sounds of police sirens invaded his senses. His body was laying on a stretcher, draped in bandages. He hurt all over, groaning as he clutched his side.

"And so the master planner awakens."

Bruce turned to his left finding both Oliver and Victor, who tapped their feet in frustration.

"What is this, where am I?" asked Bruce.

"You're safe Bruce, and Black Mask is in custody too."

Bruce turned to his right, finding Clark, "Though that's the least of your problems."

Bruce laid back down, taking a deep breath, "Did you tell them everything?"

"I told them about your mission," said Clark, "and why you do...this."

Clark gestured to the docks, which were in utter disrepair.

"Are you crazy?" said Oliver, "This is a serious question, are you clinically insane!"

"This isn't about you Oliver," said Bruce, "This is about me, my mission."

"And how anyone else who gets involved is just asking to die." said Victor, "Believe me, Clark filled us in."

Bruce looked up, "Where are Sun and Blake?"

Clark points toward a variety of squad cars, where team RWBY had reassembled and where having a discussion, "She's fine, just patching things up with her team."

Bruce sighed, "I'm not changing my mind Clark, you got hurt."

"I know," said Clark, "and so do they."

"And we're here to say," said Victor, "We're not gonna try and change your mind."

Bruce nodded. "Thank you."

"We're just gonna disregard what you think and help you anyway." said Oliver.

Bruce sat back up so quickly he shook the stretcher, "WHAT?!"

"Woah! Calm down buddy," said Oliver, "You're gonna reopen your wounds."

"Do you not understand," Bruce exclaimed, "What I do is dangerous, you could all get killed!"

"Hey, being a hunter has those risks too." said Victor.

"It's more dangerous, you know that." said Bruce, turning to Clark, "Clark, listen to me, you need to-"

"Bruce, you need to listen to me," said Clark, "take a look at yourself."

Bruce looked down at his bandages, noticing all the bloodstains.

"What you're doing is suicide." said Clark, "Sooner or later, you'll die without help."

Bruce looked up, "My War, My li-"

"Don't even say it." said Clark, "If you're dead, how can you still prevent the death of anyone?"

Bruce stared at Clark, unable to answer.

"You said you made a vow that you wouldn't let anyone else suffer through what you did." said Clark, "But you can't keep that vow alone, sooner or later, you will fail."

Bruce looked down, avoiding Clark's eyes.

"Please Bruce," said Clark, "Let us in."

Bruce closed his eyes.

Bruce, I don't want you joining your parents, please, give it a chance.

Bruce sighed, "Fine."

"What?!" said Oliver, "It was that easy?!"

"Ollie shut up." said Victor, "You're making a team-up less and less appealing just by existing."

"Oof, harsh," said Oliver.

Clark put his hand on Bruce's shoulder, "We're your teammates, we're with you to the end."

"Is he ok?"

Team BSCO turned to find that team RWBY had begun making their way over.

"This whole situation is unbelievable," said Weiss, "I really have no idea why you would risk your life over something this dangerous."

"He has a real drive to make sure people don't get taken advantage of." said Blake, "He just wants to help."

"Blake," said Bruce, "I...I'm sorry. Sorry for dragging you into this.

"You didn't drag me into this Bruce," said Blake, "I asked to help, and you let me, and I intend to keep helping."

Bruce groaned, "Not you too. It's enough having the rest of my team help."

"Hey, the more people helping, the better!" said Yang.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, processing the statement, "What do you mean?"

"Well," said Ruby, "After seeing all of this, and Blake's insistence to help fight against stuff like this. It wouldn't feel right not to help."

"You can't be serious," said Bruce.

"No, as uncharacteristic as it is, Ruby is serious," said Weiss.

"Hey, you used a big word!" said Oliver.

Weiss shot a look of venom at Oliver before turning to Bruce, "It's true, seeing all of this, it's difficult to ignore."

Bruce turned to Yang, "And what's your justification?"

Yang smiled, "Where my sister goes, I follow."

Bruce sighed, "I...don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, Bruce," said Clark, "Just let us help."

Bruce avoided everyone's gaze, resisting the urge to get emotional, "T-Thanks."

"So, what's next?" asked Victor.

Bruce looked up, "Originally, I only came here to detain Black Mask, but when I broke into the hideout you pointed me to, I found so much more."

"What did you find?" asked Ruby.

"They have so much more dust than we imagined, and Black Mask was just a pawn in a larger game." said Bruce, "I fought someone, someone who told me that things were so much bigger than they appear. I don't know what he means, but I'm going to find out."

"Correction, we're going to find out," said Blake.

Bruce nodded before groaning again, clutching his side.

"Well, old Brucie here needs his rest." said Oliver, "Anyone up for pizza?"

Weiss whacked Oliver upside the head, "Shut up!"

The rest of the group steadily broke into laughter as Oliver rubbed his head.

"I'm the butt of every joke!" said Oliver, "EVERY JOKE!"

*Whirr*

High above the clouds, a drone floated alone, visible only by it's glowing green lights. It's cameras recorded the ground, more specifically, the dock battle.

"Footage of extra-terrestrial complete!" announced the drone, "Returning to Lexcorp!"

Here it is! The sorta-finale to Volume 1! I have one more chapter coming, but it'll arrive after I create a chapter for Lightning Strikes. I was kinda disappointed with how little I used Victor, so I gave him a great moment with musical violence. He'll have more to do in Volume 2.

In terms of funny errors, Rear shredding was almost a typo lol.

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