AN: Well after a long while I'm
back and with a new chapter. This chapter takes a jump from the
last one's place. We are now waaaaay into the future lol...
And Jason has begun his quest for 'fun' ;) Also we get to see
Batman for the first time in a couple of chapters and Nightwing and
Batgirl for the first time (in this fic) ever. I hope you all
enjoy! Please, please, review!
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On a dark Gotham night, criminals lurked the city. The east end of Gotham was lit by the moon's never-ending light. Beautiful rays shined in the East Gotham city bank to reveal over two dozen dead bodies: some battered, some bruised, others with gaping holes in them. The vault to the bank door was opened and it leaned on its side. The hinges had been ripped off and the electric security system was still lit with golden sparks. Coins lay across the smooth carpet. A few of the bolder citizens dared to walk into the massacre, gathering loose change and dollar bills that laid on the floor.
"Yes, that's correct. Over seventeen of our best men are down," an officer declared. He then let out a soft grunt and rolled over to his side. His eyes closed in pain, and he tried to scream, but was too weak. Blood stained the floor from his old position.
"Officer Jones, requesting back-up."
With another quick moan, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he laid back, dropped his hand to his side released the intercom button and prepared to enjoy what would appear to be the last few moments of his life. Thoughts of his wife and kids flooded into his memory, her warm smile. The sweet smell of her home cooked pies, the squeals of joy his little girls gave off as they ran through the air. The yells of happiness his son gave off as he entertained himself with his video game console. He might never get to see any of that again.
"No," he silently declared to himself. "I've got to make it through this for my family." He let out a light chuckle and said to no apparent person, "I guess you were right, honey. My line of duty is too dangerous."
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"Meow, meow, Kitty. Meow," tauntingly said a young man tarnished by years of cruel training. He was dressed in an all black suit, save for the dark blue gloves, boots, and facemask. He quickly turned his back to a female standing in an all black suit and a less-than-fashionable mask. A slight whir could be heard, and moonlight constantly reflected off a pair of throwing knives.
"You know, this could have all been avoided if you would have just let me rob the bank," he mockingly told her with his back still turned.
"You know, this could have all been avoided if you and whoever you're associated with hadn't been in my city for the past few months," replied the sly female with a notable air of disgust. "Now get outta my city!" she exclaimed, as she leaped into the air. Her claws suddenly extended from her gloves as a barely audible click was heard. Her legs were outstretched in front of her as she prepared to kick him down. She pounced towards the culprit, the dog who had been robbing areas of her city.
"It ends here," she said, still in the air.
"I know" he replied and turned to face her. Catwoman's outstretched legs were mere feet away from his body.
"Vengeance," he coldly stated to himself.
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The sound of flesh being ripped was all Oracle could hear. Tears streamed down the side of her face. Catwoman had only been an agent of hers for a few months, but she had known her longer. Catwoman had become a valuable asset in the fight against the East Gotham Robbers, the name that the assailants of the latest robberies had been given. Oracle silently joked to herself, "How original." She had no time to chuckle at what she thought had been funny. One of her best agents was being taken out by what appeared to be the mastermind of the latest events.
With a flick of Oracle's wrist a screen lit up. Markers instantly came into view, each marker belonging to a different member of the Bat-Crew or one of the "Birds of Prey"; Batman, Nigthwing, Hutnress, Batgirl, Robin, and Spoiler. Huntress, Canary, Spoiler, Batgirl, Tarantula, Nightwing, Batman and Robin were the only agents Oracle seemed to pay any attention to. The few others that had been on the screen dimmed off after yet another quick flick of her wrist. One marker blinked furiously, the one corresponding to Catwoman, signifying her impending danger. Oracle quickly analyzed the situation. Catwoman's only hope of survival rested in the hands of Nightwing, Batman and Batgirl. They were the closest to her. The only trouble is that each of them was currently tied up at the moment, tracking the best lead they had in a long series of murders in Gotham.
= = = = = = = = = =
Fire crackled and swirled around him. His low cut hair slightly flipped as he dodged to the side. Quickly, Nightwing made his way to the window and a ten-story drop met his gaze. He put his weapons of choice away into his pack, reached behind his back and a grappling hook met his touch. He jumped from the window, turned his back towards the ground, and pressed a button. A click was heard and the grappling hook released. Nothing but a black blur could be seen. It latched onto a window frame above, more than a few stories up, and he made his way up with the aid of his device. He crashed through a window, his blue and black suit protecting him from any cuts that could have been yielded as a result of his actions.
"Cass, are you there?" He calmly asked. He was met with a grunt, and heard two thugs simultaneously hit the floor.
He pushed through the door that separated him from the hallway where he presumed her to be. Once outside, he glanced to his left and was met with the sight of a chair being bought down upon him. He quickly jumped onto his hands and kicked the chair back into the unlucky soul who tried to hit him with it. "We've got to get out of here," he told Batgirl as their backs touched, surrounded by the enemy on both sides. Batgirl reached behind her and the goons had no time to react. A powdery substance filled the air and they fell to their knees gaping for air.
She and Nightwing quickly grasped their bodies and simultaneously heard a chime in their ear. "I need you three there… now," Oracle boomed through the intercom.
"I'm a little busy." Batman replied from a level above Batgirl and Nightwing. With that, his fists flew forward and teeth hit the ground. His two attackers fell to the ground. He grabbed their bodies and made his way towards his comrades.
Before any of them had time to reply to Oracle, she had radioed once again and said "Catwoman's in trouble." Those three words were enough for Batman to pick up his feet. He ran towards the top level of the building. Nightwing and Batgirl met him there seconds later. They each pulled two grappling hooks from their sides and launched them to the next building. With a few cold words, they tied two people to each hook and sailed them across the roofs. Nightwing made a quick call to Gotham police department informing that they had captured a few criminals- and that they wouldn't be going anywhere fast.
Batman, Nightwing, and Batgirl jumped from the building they were on. Each neatly landed on the ground with the aid of grappling lines they used to sail down. Batman and Batgirl hopped into the Batmobile, and Nightwing climbed onto his motorcycle. The trio drove into the night, ignoring all speed limits set for them. "She's about three miles from your current position," Oracle informed the three over the intercom, "some psycho freak is hacking away at her and she hasn't responded to my calls in minutes."
She sighed and slumped down in her chair. "Please be alright," she called out to no one.
= = = = = = = = = =
The dark figure quickly drove a knife into Catwoman's right leg with a force so strong it ripped through her flesh and muscle and fell to the ground. A gaping whole left in its wake. He reached quickly to the side and bought his fist forwards to her face. A loud thud was heard and pain flooded her eyes. His foot arched up into the air and was driven down into her left shoulder. She immediately fell. Giving herself no time to relax, she pushed herself up, looked at her attacker and received a swift kick to the face.
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On a dark Gotham night, criminals lurked the city. The east end of Gotham was lit by the moon's never-ending light. Beautiful rays shined in the East Gotham city bank to reveal over two dozen dead bodies: some battered, some bruised, others with gaping holes in them. The vault to the bank door was opened and it leaned on its side. The hinges had been ripped off and the electric security system was still lit with golden sparks. Coins lay across the smooth carpet. A few of the bolder citizens dared to walk into the massacre, gathering loose change and dollar bills that laid on the floor.
"Yes, that's correct. Over seventeen of our best men are down," an officer declared. He then let out a soft grunt and rolled over to his side. His eyes closed in pain, and he tried to scream, but was too weak. Blood stained the floor from his old position.
"Officer Jones, requesting back-up."
With another quick moan, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he laid back, dropped his hand to his side released the intercom button and prepared to enjoy what would appear to be the last few moments of his life. Thoughts of his wife and kids flooded into his memory, her warm smile. The sweet smell of her home cooked pies, the squeals of joy his little girls gave off as they ran through the air. The yells of happiness his son gave off as he entertained himself with his video game console. He might never get to see any of that again.
"No," he silently declared to himself. "I've got to make it through this for my family." He let out a light chuckle and said to no apparent person, "I guess you were right, honey. My line of duty is too dangerous."
= = = = = = = = = =
"Meow, meow, Kitty. Meow," tauntingly said a young man tarnished by years of cruel training. He was dressed in an all black suit, save for the dark blue gloves, boots, and facemask. He quickly turned his back to a female standing in an all black suit and a less-than-fashionable mask. A slight whir could be heard, and moonlight constantly reflected off a pair of throwing knives.
"You know, this could have all been avoided if you would have just let me rob the bank," he mockingly told her with his back still turned.
"You know, this could have all been avoided if you and whoever you're associated with hadn't been in my city for the past few months," replied the sly female with a notable air of disgust. "Now get outta my city!" she exclaimed, as she leaped into the air. Her claws suddenly extended from her gloves as a barely audible click was heard. Her legs were outstretched in front of her as she prepared to kick him down. She pounced towards the culprit, the dog who had been robbing areas of her city.
"It ends here," she said, still in the air.
"I know" he replied and turned to face her. Catwoman's outstretched legs were mere feet away from his body.
"Vengeance," he coldly stated to himself.
= = = = = = = = = =
The sound of flesh being ripped was all Oracle could hear. Tears streamed down the side of her face. Catwoman had only been an agent of hers for a few months, but she had known her longer. Catwoman had become a valuable asset in the fight against the East Gotham Robbers, the name that the assailants of the latest robberies had been given. Oracle silently joked to herself, "How original." She had no time to chuckle at what she thought had been funny. One of her best agents was being taken out by what appeared to be the mastermind of the latest events.
With a flick of Oracle's wrist a screen lit up. Markers instantly came into view, each marker belonging to a different member of the Bat-Crew or one of the "Birds of Prey"; Batman, Nigthwing, Hutnress, Batgirl, Robin, and Spoiler. Huntress, Canary, Spoiler, Batgirl, Tarantula, Nightwing, Batman and Robin were the only agents Oracle seemed to pay any attention to. The few others that had been on the screen dimmed off after yet another quick flick of her wrist. One marker blinked furiously, the one corresponding to Catwoman, signifying her impending danger. Oracle quickly analyzed the situation. Catwoman's only hope of survival rested in the hands of Nightwing, Batman and Batgirl. They were the closest to her. The only trouble is that each of them was currently tied up at the moment, tracking the best lead they had in a long series of murders in Gotham.
= = = = = = = = = =
Fire crackled and swirled around him. His low cut hair slightly flipped as he dodged to the side. Quickly, Nightwing made his way to the window and a ten-story drop met his gaze. He put his weapons of choice away into his pack, reached behind his back and a grappling hook met his touch. He jumped from the window, turned his back towards the ground, and pressed a button. A click was heard and the grappling hook released. Nothing but a black blur could be seen. It latched onto a window frame above, more than a few stories up, and he made his way up with the aid of his device. He crashed through a window, his blue and black suit protecting him from any cuts that could have been yielded as a result of his actions.
"Cass, are you there?" He calmly asked. He was met with a grunt, and heard two thugs simultaneously hit the floor.
He pushed through the door that separated him from the hallway where he presumed her to be. Once outside, he glanced to his left and was met with the sight of a chair being bought down upon him. He quickly jumped onto his hands and kicked the chair back into the unlucky soul who tried to hit him with it. "We've got to get out of here," he told Batgirl as their backs touched, surrounded by the enemy on both sides. Batgirl reached behind her and the goons had no time to react. A powdery substance filled the air and they fell to their knees gaping for air.
She and Nightwing quickly grasped their bodies and simultaneously heard a chime in their ear. "I need you three there… now," Oracle boomed through the intercom.
"I'm a little busy." Batman replied from a level above Batgirl and Nightwing. With that, his fists flew forward and teeth hit the ground. His two attackers fell to the ground. He grabbed their bodies and made his way towards his comrades.
Before any of them had time to reply to Oracle, she had radioed once again and said "Catwoman's in trouble." Those three words were enough for Batman to pick up his feet. He ran towards the top level of the building. Nightwing and Batgirl met him there seconds later. They each pulled two grappling hooks from their sides and launched them to the next building. With a few cold words, they tied two people to each hook and sailed them across the roofs. Nightwing made a quick call to Gotham police department informing that they had captured a few criminals- and that they wouldn't be going anywhere fast.
Batman, Nightwing, and Batgirl jumped from the building they were on. Each neatly landed on the ground with the aid of grappling lines they used to sail down. Batman and Batgirl hopped into the Batmobile, and Nightwing climbed onto his motorcycle. The trio drove into the night, ignoring all speed limits set for them. "She's about three miles from your current position," Oracle informed the three over the intercom, "some psycho freak is hacking away at her and she hasn't responded to my calls in minutes."
She sighed and slumped down in her chair. "Please be alright," she called out to no one.
= = = = = = = = = =
The dark figure quickly drove a knife into Catwoman's right leg with a force so strong it ripped through her flesh and muscle and fell to the ground. A gaping whole left in its wake. He reached quickly to the side and bought his fist forwards to her face. A loud thud was heard and pain flooded her eyes. His foot arched up into the air and was driven down into her left shoulder. She immediately fell. Giving herself no time to relax, she pushed herself up, looked at her attacker and received a swift kick to the face.