DISCO INFERNO
CHAPTER THREE: CITY OF CRYME
Huntress was riding quick on her bike, she was zinging through traffic weaving in and out; she was completely in the dark during this entire situation she had no clue what was going and she imagined the others were he same. She didn't have the courage to ask Dick what was going on at this point. She wove throw a bus and a pair of sports cars as the jetted toward her; but then she saw something curious from the corner of her eye in her rear view mirror. An old early nineteen hundreds style model-t; it had to be Scarface it was obvious. Without even radioing to Dick she slammed the brakes and spun around.
Nightwing was dashing from building to building he was working up an amazing sweat and yet was just behind Huntress. He saw her spin it around and new something had to be wrong, sadly diverted from his purpose he stopped and swung down between the streets on his jumpline. As Huntress jumped off by an old model-T Nightwing knew instantly who she was after. Ventriloquist.
"Scarface?" Nightwing asked fully knowing the answer.
Looking back to him and standing side-by-side now Huntress replied. "Ya, something like that. I think it might be a gang meeting."
Looking surprised Dick watched her point out several cars and limousines as well as motorcycles. "See, more vehicles. And look bodyguards at the door and on the roof."
Looking up Dick saw them, he also noticed a familiar face. Killer Croc. "Alright I'll take Killer Croc and the door guards; Huntress you take up top be careful meet you on the roof."
Without even waiting for her reply Nightwing dashed off from behind the car flipping with near perfect grace as he dropped right in front of Killer Croc. Surprised and caught off guard he was stunned. Nightwing side kicked the thug's gun from his hands and kneed Croc in the ribs, grabbing his shoulders he pulled up on his massive size and kneed him in the chin.
"Gotta hand it too him… he's good."
Running low and to the side Huntress fired a grappling hook to the side of a taller building between an alley way and ran up the side to get on the roof. Watching as the thugs moved to the edge to see what the commotion was about she sprung to life from the darkness. A kicked to one's chest knocked him off and into a fire escape. A karate chop to a seconds throat put him on his knee's where her foot was waiting. A short blood spray brought another pointing his gun at her left temple. Before he could get a shot off, Nightwing dropped kicked him and Huntress got low to swipe his feet out from under him, bringing him into an almost full spin before slapping against the solid concrete roof.
"Nice work."
Looking back Huntress replied. "Not so bad yourself."
As the all to customary sound of gun fire hailed through their heads the motioned toward a glass sky light where the lights from within the old Disco parlor shinned brightly along with the flashes of bullet shots. As they prepared to drop through a huge explosion of flames burst through knocking them both off their feet.
Leslie's Triage
Leslie was working hard, Batman was bleeding too fast and he would need at least a pint of blood already, she didn't know if there was anymore than that to spare. With her medical 'tongs' she pulled the bullet out carefully, it had grazed heart tissue just next to the left ventricle. He should be able to survive or at least she hoped he would; he might have lost too much blood already.
"I need a pint of blood get my an ivy and start pumping. Doctor sow him up and put him in recovery. I've… I've done all I can."
Sweet 70's Disco
Volcana had been hired by one of the bosses and wasn't making it any easier to find out what was happening. She shot large bursts of fire to every spot of the building, if they didn't get out soon it would collapse. Nightwing and Huntress dodged bullets and fire as everyone seemed to turn on them and forget about one another. Pointing her wrist bow at Volcana Huntress fired a quartet at her, but she saw it coming and reduced them to dust; just before shooting a line of flames at her catching her violet cape aflame.
Tossing it off she threw at some unknown charging thug and he dropped and rolled. Running at Volcana; Huntress didn't even get within two feet before she spit an onslaught of flames around the room. Nightwing ran over to Helena and grabbed her helping her up and running out.
Smashing through the front doors as the building collapsed, they were thrown off their feet by the explosion that sent burning shrapnel flying in the air. Volcana walked out unmarred and slyly smiling.
"Come on, I thought you two were supposed to be good. Your pathetic." Her snide tone was irritating to both Helena and Dick.
Next to her walked out the Penguin; he had become smaller in recent years; but retained the plump, bumbling identity of the Penguin. He wore of course a black suit with tails and cuffs his bow tie was straight and his umbrella by his side.
"Come Volcana my dear we have better business to attend to; it seems another gang war is to begin in Gotham."
Smiling and following him, Penguin got into his limousine and Volcana shot a brilliant and large fine spray all over the street and directly onto a large propane tank. As the fire burned around it the limo peeled away and Nightwing and Huntress darted for cover. The explosion sent pieces of flaming debris all over the street catching fire to building which in turn did so to other buildings in an unstoppable chain of dominos. Hurrying the struggled to level the abandoned buildings ahead of the chain to prevent the flames, but the only one the could manage didn't work as well as the thought.
Electrical fires burst from inside the crumbling building and start a new chain. Confused and dazed Nightwing answered his vibrating beeper hoping for some good news.
"Nightwing…? This is Leslie…"
Answering with a burst of enthusiasm he hoped to here good news. "I'm here Leslie… I'm here."
"It's Batman… He's gonna pull through, but he won't be of much help for days… maybe weeks."
With a gasp of relief Nightwing answered back. "That's great Leslie. Thank you so very much."
Gotham Central
Gavin was sitting at his desk filling out his reports, he was still in shock from the bridge incident; he was still dripping wet from the icy waters of the bay. The day had begun in an odd fashion and was only declining as the day progressed into morning.
"Gavin?" Maria spoke from her desk across from him. She was standing up and getting ready.
"Ya Maria?" Gavin said in a daze.
"Didn't you hear the call? Back-up requested in the abandoned part of town. Some sort of fire and gang disaster."
With a heavy sigh Gavin stood up and threw on his sports jacket and grabbed his keys. "No, but I'm ready when you are."
Sweet 70's Disco
Hundreds of Police cars and fire trucks arrived as the flames intensified and gang warriors shot at citizens and fire victims. Helena and Nightwing were trying to get things under control, but police were demanding they stay back; this made maneuvering around them more difficult. Dick was rushing up the stairs to a child trapped in his room, Huntress was tackling gang thugs. Both were being shot at by gang members and police.
"Vigilantes stand down. Gotham City Police have this under control."
Gavin arrived on the scene just in time. Now the ranking officer he could get everyone and everything coordinated. "Sergeant stop wasting ammo on the vigilantes and concentrate on containing these gang members. Shot to kill if necessary, I want tear gas fired into large groups and I want a S.W.A.T team here within half an hour. Understand?"
After a short pause the officer nodded and ran off to pass the word. Gavin dropped to his knees with the 'ratatatatat' of an automatic weapon. He turned with a small grin on his face to Maria.
"Whew! That's what you call close."
"Right." Maria replied with a sly attitude.
Pulling out his 9mm Gavin pointed it over the hood of his car, listening as the metal cringed as the bullets slammed against it, and his tires blew from the shots. Firing two warning shots he listened for the firing to end. It didn't. He peaked up and as they reloaded he fired a bullet into one of the member's thy and the other's kneecap. Bolting across two cars to join his Sergeant behind a police van he stood up.
"So where's my tear gas?"
Gotham Bridge
With the swarm of cops Tarantula and Batgirl didn't have much of a window to collect any evidence, but even in such situation one makes due. Cass was under the water searching around the mess of sunk cars, bridge debris and bodies. When she found possibly the only clue she would get. A burnt and roughed metallic 'S' most likely in that condition from the explosion. It could only have come from one person.
Bursting through the water she swam to the grassy shore where Tarantula waited.
"And wha' did you find?"
"Deathstroke."
