Author: Mr. Crimson
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Genre: Action/Suspense
Rating: PG-13
Note: Of all the villains they've brought back in some way or another, one has been done in a way, but now it'll be pretty blatant. At least I'll try to make it that way.
Disclaimer: Anything linked to Batman in any way is NOT my own. DC owns Batman Beyond, all related characters and the like.


"FREEZE!"

Gunfire roared through the air between two GCP Officers, and a simple, dirt-riddled thief that had just robbed a liquor store of three hundred creds. The chase increased in jeopardy for all parties, as the thief took the pursuit into the busy intersection of Rancocas and Saint, without care for his own life, that of the drivers, and obviously even less for the cops. The two officers moved their way through the cars that had crashed due to the perp's recklessness, just as they quickly had to dodge more bullets fired by the criminal.

Everyone did their best to take cover as the gunshots were even heard from a distance, yet for one area that was under construction after an explosion last week, it was getting closer. The thief ran into the area and stopped in his tracks to look at the chance he had to permanently rid himself of the cops. The closest machine would grant him access to a large laser meant for cutting concrete, never humans. To the malignant man, at this point, there was no difference.

As he quickly tried to learn how to operate it, the two officers came around the corner and saw him in the construction unit. The use of deadly force was already called for, but before they fired, the dingy culprit hurriedly pushed a few buttons, as it activated the laser straight at them. The two dodged it just in time, only to learn that it continued fire its high degree laser in its uncontrolled state.

The dreg ran out the machine, but was almost tackled by one of the workers who tried to play hero, only to be shot in the leg before the felon jumped into a manhole, and covered it to slow them down, in case they saw him go under. Ignoring the climb down the ladder, he ran down the dank corridor of the sewer for a new escape route, trying to fight the nearly knee-deep water pushing against his legs, before he realized the money he had so "swiftly" stolen was now gone from his gripe. He blared out curses while throwing a fit, kicking the water, when his foot suddenly pushed against a hard object that soon floated between his legs.

Underneath the water, the felon could hear a bellowing growl forced out the liquid that was as foul as his appearance. His senses grew, and tension enveloped his entire body. His grip on the gun wrapped tighter, as his eyes widened and rapidly gazed all around him, faintly ignoring his rapid heart rate and sputtered breathing. The tighter his grip became, the more his hands began to tremble, and chin shaking as if his body were cold from the temperature, but it was fear instead. The dreg couldn't even see, with the only light coming from both the dim ones embedded in the ceiling, but distant manholes that he was eager to use.

His senses were still up, just as swift splash shot from behind him, making the criminal turn at the sound with his gun, and firing six rounds into the darkness before quitting the ordnance. As he continued to hold the gun outward in his trembling state, he soon saw what was behind the splashes in silhouettes, until they held out their guns as well as flashlights. "This is your last warning," yelled one of the offices over the sounds of the GCPD vehicle sirens, "put down your weapon and surrender, now!"

As their flashlights focused all around the thief, the officers noticed that the light went so far from behind him at some points. As parts of the light broke into the background, the rest showed a pale, unshapely wall that inexplicably appeared from behind the felon, who now had his hands up and gun to the side of the tunnel. Hearing and feeling the deep breathing from behind him, he then mumbled something while frigid, sagitate blades slowly pierced his skin, just above his stomach. It felt like it was preformed by a human hand, but no human has ever been known to have a hand that felt as big as half their body. The very words he mumbled were then screamed, just as the officers' flashlights saw the dreg bleeding. "RUUUUN!"

The lights gave the cops a good vision of the criminal's mouth pouring blood all over himself, before the body dropped in the water, as the wall revealed itself to be anything but. It slowly walked towards them, as they fired direct hits that didn't even phase the monstrosity. With all but their guns with them, the only other option was to run topside. They ran towards the ladder, but one fell from a force that tugged at his foot underwater. "Go on, save yourself," he yelled, as the other hesitantly climbed the ladder while hearing a deep slash into flesh, mixed with his partner's gurgling under water. Or was it his blood?

Other officers awaited the other two and their catch of the day, oblivious to the events below, until the escaping officer was half way out the manhole, before he felt something pierce his back in five places. His widened eyes and paling expression horrified the other officers. His body was swiftly dragged back into the sewer, as the officers either remained in fear, or came towards the hole, in hopes that both members of their force were okay. Hell, they even hoped the criminal was fine just to bring him in with their fellow men. Little did they know, that they would never see either of them again. IF they were all killed.