During the first week of this take over he'd reach down to his hips to grab at holsters that weren't there nearly two to three times a night. They were a comforting presence and he did his little twirls and gimmicks with them when he was nervous. This whole idea made him ill at ease but Gregory did his best to hide it during his vid-calls with Batman. No doubt his nerves showed easily to the grim featured taskmaster.

Now in the middle of week three he reached down instead to a towel and dabbed his face dry from the sweat. Another round of training down to keep his form fit. There was no shooting range within his little hideaway. He'd have to take a day, if he ever could, to find one and brush up on his shooting.

An angry red blip showed itself on the holographic map of Gotham. Specifically Gotham National Bank was highlighted. From the little tidbit of information he saw a silent alarm was tripped. Gregory didn't think about it as he keyed in the code set beneath the map to reveal the Batsuit tailored to him.

In truth he was impressed by the fact the damned thing fit him. It was a dark grey with the bat symbol sprawled out over his chest at sharp angles. The cloak was dual colored, on the outside black and on the inner a dark red. It was a nice touch and the fact the belt shone in a dark blue tint in some lights made him smile. He had to give spooky a thank you when they met face to face again about paying homage to his old costume in little tidbits of detail such as that.

The costume he wore as Vigilante was in the back of the large, sleek vehicle known as a Batmobile. To Gregory it looked to be a mix between a long sports car and luxury sedan with a mean looking jet turbine that howled when he patrolled the streets, not to mention the armor plates made it look more akin to a tank. Strangely after a couple of weeks he liked the sound, though he liked his civilian bike more. He wondered how spooky would react to him painting the thing a bright white. He smirked at the reaction Batman may have as he slid the cowl on and adjusted the gloves on his suit. It was time to get to work.

It didn't take him long to get to the Bank, more specifically a building across from it. The Batmobile was snug within the alleyway, but he tapped a small device on the expansive utility belt provided from him and right before his eyes the car faded. He knew where it was still, but he couldn't help but give a quiet whistle of appreciation. Most of the time he just patrolled the rooftops on foot, not wanting to rely on the tech too much but Batman insisted with a glare that it was for rapid response and removal of criminals. Gregory found himself agreeing with that sentiment.

The grapple he still wasn't used to and he held his breath as he sailed across, cape flapping behind him. He tucked and rolled, attaching the grapple to his lower back as he came upright again. Most of the banks and high end buildings he'd seen, at least in Gotham, had skylights. Batman called it a flaw in their design but Vigilante saw it as a way to make an entrance.

He helped that he was a fan of theatrics, especially while being a hero. During his days in the military, and his mercenary work, he'd participate in shooting competitions. Skeet shooting mostly, but his revolvers flicked from one hand to the other between shots. He perfected his marksmanship with them specifically. Rifles were too clunky, shotguns too bulky and anything larger he'd left for the military to handle. He used rifles during his time mostly because he had to.

The view from the skylight provided an interesting scene. Thought dimmed on the inside, the cowl could pick up the resounding details. It seemed the robbers took hostages, a few of them were battered but none were dead thankfully. He counted an eight man squad, assault rifles, pistols, combat knives. They were dressed in the Penguin's regalia though. It wasn't out of his character to hire on ex-military, higher payout but they got the job done. Vigilante wasn't a fan of taking out men and women who served but if they were forced to work for criminals? No mercy would be given. His own contracts were protection details on politicians, really not much better then criminals in the grand scheme of things but he had bit his tongue on what he wanted to say to them during the protection detail.

He spotted them all grabbing loot while the others stood guard. Batman kept him up to date with his own progress, saying that he had details on other universes, apparently a group called the 'Justice Lords' paid the League a visit early in his second week. It was one of the few times he was asked to not put on the cowl and Batman came out of hiding to take over. He was happy for the break, but it felt all too brief. He rubbed at the back of his neck despite himself. From what he was told, it didn't look good but he was happy to serve in the frontline again.

Gregory debated on his plan of attack, and he couldn't help but grin as he settled on shock and awe, a personal favorite. He made his way to a small landing that could give him a running start. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt his heart pulsing in his ears and he willed it to slow, he had to. His first two steps were nervous but during the rest of the sprint had threw caution to the wind as he leapt into the air, spun to build momentum and used his weight on his shoulder to crash through the window. The glass shattered, he felt a few stray pieces touch his cheek but he was in.

There was a scream and a panicked shout from one of the guards. He reached for the belt and threw several flask pellets while closing his eyes. A sequence of bangs, a few more shouts and he reached for a pair of batarangs. When he opened them he was nearing the floor. He spun, tossing one at each guard. One pegged him in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground while the other skimmed along the leg of a second. He landed with a grunt, going into a roll and springing to his feet.

The entrance happened in a span of a few seconds.

His ankle ached something fierce as he stepped the wrong way but he couldn't show weakness. He leapt forward, pushing the muzzle of an assault rifle down as he slammed his elbow along the man's jaw. He was a bit taller then him, but not by much. He threw the rifle away and he planted his foot into his stomach. He keeled over and he rolled over his back, wrapping an arm around his neck and throwing him hard to the ground.

A shot rang out and he was on the move yet again. He leapt over a counter and skimmed along as the guards riddled the wood and glass with bullets. They were still under the effects of the flashbang and were spraying bullets where they thought they saw him. He peeked at the hostages as he came around and they were as he expected, scared, frightened, letting out little whimpers of fear. He had flashbacks of his time overseas and he felt anger bubbling in his gut. He channeled that into the current fight. He leapt over one of the barriers and then spun low as a guard aimed high. Two more batarangs sailed out, as they left his hand he was on the move again. He leapt onto a desk, watching as two guards crouched, as he slammed his foot into the face of a third. There was a resounding crack and he was on his back with a heavy thump.

He landed and spun, a backhand slammed onto the swinging arm of a bold guard who tried to drive a knife into him, and with a bit of surprise it was the tall one he flipped onto his stomach earlier. He followed up, slamming his elbow into his chin before slamming his head into his. The man was back on the ground. There was silence and the few metallic clicks and clacks of the six left standing reloading. He took the chance to throw on a pair of dark brass knuckles, a personal addition to the belt, on. Batman had a set of shock knuckles as well but Gregory wanted these men damaged, not their hearts stopped.

He found the first as he sprung up in front of him, an angry bruise on his wrist, with a pistol in his hand. He slapped the weapon aside as he squeezed the trigger and slammed the brass-laced hand into his jaw. His teeth were smashed in and with a follow up forearm across the temple he slumped over the desk before falling to the ground. Surprisingly the others didn't spring out at him all at once. Gregory went low to the ground as he prowled along. The dimmed room provided him some cover, but not much sadly. He approached one of the desks and slid beneath it, waiting for now.

"—two, three!" he heard a hushed voice say behind him.

"What the-?! Where is he?"

"You expect Batman to stick around? Check the pillars, up high, that's where he likes to strike."

The enhanced cowl could pick up the remaining five. Two of them went back to the hostages, one of them even got bold enough to grab one and put a pistol against his temple. He seemed to be the manager by the nametag the cowl picked up, but he didn't focus on the name.

"P-Please you don't need to do this! You have the money, why are you staying here?"

"Shut up!"

The man let out a pained groan as the pistol slammed into his cheek, bloodying it.

Gregory had enough as he slid out from under the desk. He punched into the middle of the man's spine and before he could cry out he grabbed the back of his head, leaping and slamming him into the ground. His hand planted, awkward with the knuckles and planted a kick into the second's knee and with a hard snap kick took him across the jaw. The man wobbled and he sprung up on his hands slamming his shoulder into his chest. His back impacted with the desk and he then slumped onto the ground.

He turned and saw a threesome of weapons staring at him.

"Don't move a muscle, Batman. Penguin is paying a pretty penny to bring you in alive."

That was news. Most of Batman's rogue's gallery didn't go for the keeping him alive option. He'd have to ask Batman about it after, if he got out of this.

"Alive? The hell do you mean alive? You know how many of my friends he's put into the hospital? In jail? The Bat is dying."

The man with the pistol aimed it at his cohort who in turn aimed his rifle at him. "We're doing as the Penguin says, that's what we're paid to do."

"No amount of money can make me forget what he's done."

Did Batman really affect people this much? The third gunman turned to look and throw in his two cents and Gregory activated the pair of triggers at his wrists to bring out a pair of 'folding' batarangs. They flicked open as both arms were in the air. He brought them down, throwing them as he ran forward. The riflemen turned, getting one across his jaw and nose while the second got one slapping him in the temple. He ran forward, grabbing the pistol, twisting it away from his grip as he threw the hostage to the ground. A knife flashed out and he caught his wrist. The first rifleman groaned as he got up and he kicked to the side, catching him along the jaw and bringing him to silence.

"Why does the Penguin want me alive?" He kept his voice a low growl, similar to how Batman had done with the few audio clips he scrounged up of him.

"I don't know! He just told me to bring in the Bat and I'd get half a million."

"Just you?"

"All of us, man! R-Rick was…look man all we're trying to do is make a living you get that right?"

Gregory did, jobs didn't come in plentiful supply, and sometimes people had to do things they weren't proud of. Batman however didn't have that luxury to have a bleeding heart. He slammed his brass fist across his jaw and nose, turning the man into a dead weight in his arms. He was breathing, shallowly but Gregory felt an odd weight settle on his shoulder. He looked around, seeing all the panicked faces stare up at him. A few were awestruck, but a few more were angry. He reached behind and pulled out his grapple aiming it to the rooftop.

He wanted to say something to them, assure them that what he did was for their benefit, but was it? Spooky had it rough with this self appointed task. Who in the right state of mind would do this day in and out? As Vigilante he could operate as he wanted, all theatrics with the skill to back it but this? He would have to thank him for what he did for the people of this city. It seemed the people hadn't done that enough.

By the time the sirens and lights of the police could be seen he already returned to the Batmobile. The only things the police saw was a shadow escaping on a rooftop. Within the time it took for the police to breach into the building the Batmobile was already rumbling back to its cave with a pensive Gregory at the wheel.