A/N: I havent yet played Arkham Origins, my girlfriend is going to pick me up a copy on her staff-discount...I don't know anything about the game, except that fighting Deathstroke is a f*cking b*tch...So I'm working on assumptions. Also planning a pre-Arkham Asylum story focussing on Gordon/GCPD and Batman's relationship with a very CSI kinda feel...Keep reading and reviewing guys :) NO SPOILERS PLEASE!
Looking up at Black Mask, he once-again saw the fearsome, gang leader who had once led a coup on the entire city, hired assassins to bring him Batman's head more than 6 years previously. Robin rose to his hands and knees, and Black Mask kicked out, catching the young hero in the ribs, causing Robin to cry out and go back to laying flat on his front.
"Some hero." Black Mask growled. "Ya look tired, kid. Maybe you should fly on back to the coup and eat seed while you tweet-tweet to your friends." as Black Mask said this, he made a bird shape with his hands and flapped his fingers.
Robin spat blood on his shoes. "Go fuck yourself, Sionis." he muttered, seconds before another kick was issued to his ribs.
"GET UP!" Black Mask roared and roughly wrenched Robin to his very ungainly feet. "This is an audition...this is your chance!" Black Mask cried with laughter as the train began to slow.
"Aud...Audition?" Robin asked quietly, panting heavily.
"An audition...for fight club." Black Mask growled. "Mister Hammer...If you please?"
Robin's eyes focussed on Hammer as the big, former conjoined twin, snarled and gripped his over-sized sledgehammer. "Time to dance, kid." the Russian grunted, and Robin gave a sigh. Robin tensed up, ignoring pain in his ribs and legs as he did so, and dove out of the way as Hammer leapt towards him.
Black Mask cried out in surprise and fear as this happened, and leapt backwards, yelling obscenities at the Russian giant, who scoffed and turned back to face Robin, just as the young vigilante rose to a defensive stance.
A quick, metal stock-check told Robin he had several smoke-bombs left, a handful of snap-flashes...maybe he could use his shield for something. Hammer looked like he could use the shield as a toothpick. Robin's hand went instinctively to his belt, and he felt the grapnel gun holstered there. He only just had time to react as Hammer swung his...hammer, and Robin dove.
The hammer hit, causing the hauling carriage to shake, and the wooden surface to splinter and crack. Robin grabbed up the gun, aimed, and fired, catching the ugly Russian by the neck and pulling.
Hammer grunted and threw Robin a disgruntled look...he dropped his sledgehammer and raised the tree-trunk-sized arm to the cable connecting the intercontinental criminal thug and the young American bird together...and pulled.
Robin groaned as he flew through the air towards Hammer, who was lifting the hammer from against his leg. Using the acrobatic skills that Nightwing had taught him, he kicked his feet forward, happy to see the right boot-hell connect with Mister Hammer's jaw.
Hammer reeled backwards, dislodged the grip from his neck, and Robin dropped to the ground, rolling backwards, out of the way of the swinging hammer, watching, learning his opponent.
The Russian growled and swung the hammer, using its momentum to pull him towards Robin. Robin ran and slid below the flying giant, pressing a snap-flash explosive into his belly button.
Mister Hammer looked confused as he landed, looking down at the slowly flashing device on his stomach, which began to beep and flash at an increasing rate, until it finally ignited in a small, controlled explosion, sending the big man back into his mob-boss, knocking them both out as the train came into the station.
Gladly, Robin noticed that the Gotham City police department were waiting on the platform. And dropped to his knees as he saw various officers rounding up the fleeing thugs as they jumped from the drive-car.
The teen turned when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and Commissioner Gordon looked down at him. "You okay, son?" he asked.
Robin nodded and used his staff to climb to his feet again, "Yeah…Black Mask said something, back there…about a fight club." He informed the police boss.
Gordon's jaw tightened, "Did he give any details?" he asked.
Robin shook his head under the hood, averting his eyes, "No…I'll look into some things, get back to you." He said, taking out the grapnel gun.
"You look like you need a medic, son, you sure you should be off gallivanting around, now?"
Robin paused, "Don't worry, Commissh. I'll be okay." He said before firing, and launching off into the night.