I apologize in advance for the long wait for this chapter. The holidays have taken a toll on me & caused me to spend less time on this piece, but thankfully I've come around to finishing it. The story is not over

Chpt. XV: Hung

"One, two, three!" Roy grunted as he lifted Rodrick's feet up, Dick carrying the arms. They stumbled and struggled to carry the body out of the apartment & down the stairs.

"Thanks again for coming on short notice, man," Dick gasped.

Roy let out a low growl as he tripped walking backward down the stairs. He caught his balance. "Fuck you, man."

The two continued to struggle. They made their way down the steps into the lobby, which was still empty. Roy shoved the front door open with Dick behind him. They stumbled out onto the street & laid Rodrick down onto the ground.

The two caught their breaths. "Dude," DIck started, "when did the guy say he'd be here?"

Roy sighed. "I don't know, man, like, 15 minutes?"

Dick nodded, still breathing heavily. "What do we tell the cabbie about him?" he asked, nodding to Rodrick.

Roy scoffed. "I thought you knew!"

Dick groaned & kicked his foot into the ground out of frustration. He snapped his fingers, suddenly catching an idea. "Okay dude, this is what's gonna happen. You & me will act a little tipsy."

"Tipsy."

"Yeah, man, tipsy. You know, like, not too drunk, but-"

"I know what tipsy is, Dick."

Dick nodded. "It'll look like we came from some party. As far as anyone knows, Rodrick just knocked the fuck out."

"He did knock the fuck out," Roy finished just as a taxi pulled up next to the trio on the curb.

Roy reached over and opened the door to the back seat. "Aw, shit, dude, I totally fucked her so good!"

The taxi driver turned back in his eat. He was bald with a large black man with a thick beard. His eyes were wide with surprise. "Excuse me?" he called.

Dick bit his lip in anger, but went along with it. He slid into the back seat, carrying Rodrick behind him. He laid him down on his lap. "Oh, dude, I'm sorry, sir, we're a little fucked up."

"I can see that," the taxi driver said.

Roy opened the passenger seat door. He sat next to the taxi driver. "Oh, man, what a night. Can you take me home, dude?"

"Where's 'home?'"

Roy let out a fake obnoxious laugh. He turned back to Dick. "Holy fuck, I forgot where I live!" Roy began crying in a melodramatic manor. "Oh

The taxi driver sighed and began driving down the road. "I'll drive y'all anywhere if you promise not to make a mess with y'all's throwup, understand?"

"Okay," Roy said right after pretending to gag.

The taxi driver began yelling at Roy while driving. After a few moments, the driver turned his head to Roy to yell at him. He didn't notice the two men walking from either side of the street with large machine guns pointed at them.

Suddenly, multiple loud bangs blew up, like firecrackers on the 4th of July. The taxi car was being shot at. The windshield exploded, shards of glass blowing into Dick's face. Roy & the taxi driver were yelling as the world spun out of control outside the shattered windows. Dick held on to the door handle as the car began to rock from side to side. The car eventually flipped completely upside down.

Dick fell onto the roof of the car with Rodrick underneath him. His body hurt so much. It throbbed with a heavy painful pulse. He cursed his horrible luck & crawled out of the car.

He turned back and saw the taxi car's engine ablazed. The driver was crawling out of the side window when one of the men shot his head. Blood splattered across Dick's face. Dick laid still, not trying to move, not trying to gag from the man's blood.

Dick laid his head sideways and saw the men approach Dick's body. One of them kicked Dick's stomach, realizing he was still alive, & shoved a bag over his head. Dick struggled, but was too weak. He let his world blink out of existence, into darkness.

It took a while for the pain to register back into Dick's mind. His stomach, his leg, his shoulder, it was all hurting in one sudden wave of pain. What made Dick feel even worse was that his body felt stretched out. He also felt the urge to vomit.

The world had still been blacked out. Dick couldn't see a thing. He felt his arms hang high over his head. He heard footsteps echo towards him. Suddenly the bag was pulled off of Dick's head, & the world had reappeared again. Everything was upside down.

In front of Dick was a large man in a black shirt & a leather jacket. He wore tattered jeans & boots. He resembled a typical evil henchmen, similar to those Dick had seen in comic books he read when he was younger. Around him was a large empty warehouse with tall pillars reaching down into the ground. Dick questioned the landscape & glanced down, realizing he was being hung upside down & that his feet were tied to a rope that was strung up to the roof.

"Which one are you?" the henchman said in a thick Russian accent.

Dick looked up at the man. "Excuse me?"

The Russian slapped Dick's face. His cheek burned with this hit, but Dick fought the urge to retaliate. He was in no position to defend himself.

"You answer me when I ask question!" the Russian said. He kneeled down and removed a knife hidden between his ankle & his boot. He pointed the knife to Dick, then gestured to the left of Dick. "Which one are you?"

Dick glanced to the left and noticed two other bodies strung up next to him. They also had bags over their faces. The one closest wore a red hoodie.

Dick sighed. He turned back to the henchman. "I'm Dick Grayson."

The henchman nodded. "Grayson," he repeated. "My employer ask for Grayson & Farmer. Which is Farmer?"

"Probably the one farthest away to me."

The henchman stood up and stuck his big hand into his pocket and removed a small piece of paper. The picture had two images printed in black & white. The Russian stepped over to the left & kneeled by the body farthest from Dick. He removed the back and stared into Rodricks face, who was still knocked out. He squinted down into the paper, then back up at Rodrick. He opened his eyes wide to the body next to Rodrick's & pulled the bag off of his head, revealing Roy's face. He slapped Roy's face, who began to stir. "Who is this one!" the Russian roared.

"His name is Roy, he's not the one you're looking for!" Dick cried. "Leave him alone, he's not in this."

"OW!" Roy groaned. He stared at the Russian with furious eyes. "What the hell, man!"

Suddenly, another man emerged from the shadows. He was a large burly man with a scruffy beard & a buzz cut. "Are boys ready?" he asked in another thick Russian accent.

The first Russian turned back and nodded. "We have extra boy, now." The second henchman approached the first. "He is not boy we need," he pointed out, gesturing to Roy.

The second Russian nodded. He scratched his thick beard, pondering what to do with him. "Kill him?" he suggested.

"Oi!" called a deep British voice from the shadows. His feet clacked with every step, as though he wore dress shoes. Once he stepped closer, Dick could hear the British man grumble to himself, as though he were arguing with himself. The closer he got, the clearer his words became. "...bugger...imbecile...bloody buffoon...fucking kid…" Dick began to suspect that the man wasn't mad at himself, but mad at someone else.

Finally, the tall man emerged from the shadow. He wore a skinny black suit with a dark purple vest underneath his blazer. He wore a top hat with a brim that was pulled low to cover his eyes. He was clean shaven with sunken cheekbones and a long, thin pointed nose. He held his hands behind his thin back. Dick couldn't tell if that was just how he walked, or if he held something behind his back.

"Boss," the second Russian called. "Can we murder extra boy?"

The suited man was still muttering under his breath. He approached the Russian & slowly rose his face up to him, & suddenly shouted "MOTHERFUCKING IMBECILE!" & swung a metal crowbar into the Russian's face.

The Russian fell lifelessly onto the ground. Blood poured from his skull. His eyes stared blankly at Dick. The urge to vomit grew a tiny bit more, but he managed to fight it.

The suited man let out a loud howl. His mouth stretched to a large grin, revealing yellow, chipped teeth. It looked as though he had fangs. "Don't they ever learn?"

The first Russian stood in front of the suited man, shaking in fear. "Sir, you kill my brother!"

The suited man turned to him & snarled. "I taught you & Yury better than that, haven't I? What was the first thing I taught you, son? What was the first fucking thing!"

The Russian bowed his head, as though he was afraid to answer incorrectly. He itched his nose. "You say 'No kill in Cobblepot turf,'" he answered, slowly backing away.

"DO NOT KILL ON MY MOTHERFUCKING TURF!" the man shouted, swinging the metal crowbar in the air. He threw it at the dead body on the ground, which stuck right out from the corpse's skull, creating a cracking sound of the bone.

The man suddenly shot a glance towards Roy, who flinched from the eye contact. "I apologize, this man was a fool. He shouldn't have suggested such a bloody ludacris idea." He glanced at Dick, then back at Roy, then at Dick again. He stretched his arm out to the two. "I don't think we've formally met. My name is Oswald Cobblepot."

Dick looked at Roy, who raised an eyebrow. Dick looked back at Cobblepot. He hesitated, but nonetheless shook the madman's hand. "I've never shook a dude's hand upside down."

Cobblepot smiled, revealing crooked fangs. "There's a first time for everything." Suddenly, Cobblepot removed a handgun concealed in his blazer & pointed it at Roy. "Now what the bloody hell happened to my boys!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Roy cried. "Don't point it at me! I'm the extra guy, remember? I'm out of this! 'No kill in Cobblepot turf!'"

With that, Cobblepot slapped the gun across Roy's face, shutting him up. "I didn't kill you because you're leverage." Cobblepot turned to Dick. "What the bloody hell did you do to my boys?"

Dick breathed slowly. He He needed to play this smart. Blood rushed to the top of his head, but he pushed passed the pain. He swallowed, thinking of the things to say to prolong Roy's life. "I assume you're talking about that Dmitri guy & the other one. Nicholas?"

"Nikolai," Cobblepot answered.

"Nikolai," Dick repeated, intentionally forgetting the name. "I heard they were watching an apartment building. A man & a woman?"

Cobblepot pointed the gun right beside Roy's head & pulled the trigger. The sound rang in Dick's ear, piercing his ear drum as though a knife were stabbing Dick's brain. "I am not fucking playing games, boy!" Cobblepot roared.

Dick took a deep breath. He shut his eyes tight, fearing the very words coming from his mouth. "Ever hear of the Bat?" Dick asked softly.

"What?" Cobblepot asked. He stepped closer to Dick, not hearing him the first time.

Dick opened his eyes and stared into the manman's blue eyes. He glanced at Roy, whose eyes were wide open in fear and confusion.

Dick sighed. He shook his head. "The Bat. I saw him earlier. I always thought he was a story, a myth. I've read newspapers about him, but I never thought the vigilante was real. But he's real. He really his the one putting those criminals away. He's very much real."

Cobblepot stared into Dick's eyes with a look that confused Dick. It felt like a look of understanding & caring, as though Cobblepot were concerned of him. It made Dick uncomfortable. "He frightens you, eh?" Cobblepot asked.

Dick hesitated before responding. "I...I don't know," he stammered. "In a way, yes. The stories I hear...sometimes he's revered as a hero, which can be exciting, but...standing right in front of him, I felt an aura around him, like a smoke I couldn't see passed. He seems...incredibly unpredictable. And...that scares me."

Cobblepot nodded. "He scares me too, son. He's an animal. A monster. He has no mercy. He's worse than the underground crime world of Gotham. He's the city's personal defender, but also their own enemy."

Dick looked away from Cobblepot, letting the words sink in. He tried to not let the words bother him, but for some reason, they did. He didn't want to let the Batman be spoken of in such a disrespectful tone, but...maybe Cobblepot wasn't wrong. Maybe the Batman really was just as bad as any other criminal. Dick couldn't be certain. He didn't know enough of the Bat.

"Tell me about what happened when you met him," Cobblepot said.

Dick looked right back into Cobblepot's eyes with a stern stare. "He was in Rodrick's apartment, & he apprehended your men before we arrived. He told me he needed my help with what's happening."

"Ah," Cobblepot grinned a sick grin. "I see, okay. You'll be assisting the vigilante now, which is perfect. Because now you will be delivering intel on his plans to me."

Dick turned to look at Roy, then back at the skinny man. "HAH!" Dick let out. "Fuck you, I'm not doing shit for you."

Cobblepot shot up onto his feet & whipped his gun out, sticking it in Dick's face. "Excuse me?"

Dick shook his head. "You can shoot me, I honestly don't care at this point. I won't help you or Nolan Drake."

Cobblepot let out a loud howl. "Hahaha! Drake, that snobby little bastard!" Cobblepot shook his head. "Son, I'm not working with that incompetent and arrogant little fucker."

Dick raised an eyebrow. "You're his supplier. I know that. You can't lie to me about that."

Cobblepot shrugged. "Yeah, I've given the kid a few thousand dollars worth of weapons, but that's all part of my plan. Drake has this entire thing planned out where he seizes the city & becomes in charge. But, you see, he won't have power without me. I'll easily kill the bastard once he orchestrates his plan, & take over Gotham myself."

Roy scoffed. "Dick, this guy just revealed his master plan to us."

Cobblepot rolled his eyes. "'Master plan.' Bloody hell, it's only business. Besides, is there anything you two kids are gonna do to stop Drake, or even me?"

Dick & Roy looked at each other. Cobblepot went on. "You two are in NO position to speak foolishly of me. I have YOU two locked in chains. YOU two are in MY turf, defenseless." Cobblepot pointed the gun back at Dick.

Dick stared at the barrel of the gun in thought. He WAS in a bad spot. He was captured, & had no backup plan. He was about to be killed. But why hadn't he been killed before, when he first woke up, or even before then? Why didn't the Russians just do it? Or why hadn't Cobblepot done it at first when given the chance?

"You can't kill me," Dick said softly, almost whispering. "You can't kill on your turf. And even if you were to make us an exception, Drake doesn't want me dead. Not yet, anyway. Otherwise I would already be dead."

Cobblepot stared at Dick, then sat back, removing the gun from his face. "You're not all bad," he admitted. "You've got him all figured out."

Cobblepot stood up & turned to the live Russian, who had made his way towards a few wooden crates, more than 20 ft. tall. "Oi," Cobblepot called. "Bring me a chair!" The Russian did as commanded. He came back to Cobblepot with a fold-out chair & laid it out for him. Cobblepot sat down and crossed his legs & arms. "I can't kill you buggers without Drake's word. So I'll just wait for him to come."

"Or wait on me," echoed a familiar low voice.

Suddenly the chair had been pulled from underneath Cobblepot, who fell right onto the ground. The chair disappeared into the shadows, & just as Cobblepot began to stand up, it swung back around, knocking Cobblepot off his feet.

The Russian pulled out a gun from underneath his shirt & waistband and pointed it towards the shadows in front of Dick. He slowly crept towards his fallen employer, who just laid on the ground, moaning. He had fallen right onto his face after hit by the chair. He nose was bleeding.

The Russian took slow steps, aiming the gun at nothingness. He shivered in fear, his arms shaking the gun uncontrollably. The Russian suddenly turned around, as though hearing someone approach from behind him. He shook still, in fear, & swung his arms around, shooting on impulse. The bang echoed in the large empty warehouse. The Russian breathed took deep heavy breaths, as though each one were his last.

Suddenly a large black shadow reached down from the dark ceiling above & swallowed the Russian. Just as fast as it appeared, the shadow rose up into the ceiling, the Russian's legs swinging from above, his screams muffled.

"Oh, God," Dick whispered to himself.

"Holy shit," Roy yelped to himself. "Holy fucking shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit!"

Suddenly the shadow dropped back down onto the ground, enveloping Cobblepot's body. The shadow rose a fist, then pounded it down on Cobblepot's head. A loud boom echoed, with a quiet crack underneath it all.

The shadow rose up fast & almost floated to Dick & Roy. It was hard to tell at first, but even upside down, Dick could recognize the armor of the Batman.

"Come on, Grayson," the Batman mumbled in his low hoarse voice. "Couldn't manage to stay out of trouble tonight?"

"Fuck you," Dick snarled. "Get me out of here, dude."

The Bat removed a Batarang from his utility belt & pressed the center with his gloved thumb. One of the winged tips began to glow red, as though it were metal being crafted by a blacksmith. "Here," the Bat said, handing Dick the blade. "Take this & cut the iron."

Dick reached to grab it, but the Bat turned and left so fast that Dick couldn't grab onto the blade quick enough. It fell onto the ground. Dick groaned as his arms hung limp to the ground.

"You fucking idiot," Roy mumbled.

Dick looked up and watched as the Batman ran towards the darkness. There was a murmur of talk, as though there were other goons awaiting the Batman. Suddenly shots were fired & echoed into the lobby which Dick & Roy were stuck in.

"We gotta move fast," Dick concluded.

Dick stretched his arm down to reach for the heated Batarang. He caught it in between his fingers, but it slipped out of his hand once Dick attempted to stretch back up to his ankles. He tried again & again until Roy let out a frustrated groan.

"For fuck's sake, slide that shit over here!"

Dick sighed and used his index finger to push the blade towards Roy. With his long arms, he caught the Batarang with ease & stretched up to his chained ankles. He pressed the red hot end of the Batarang blade onto the metal chains. The chains began to slowly brighten. Then they began to slowly heat, then they melted.

Roy fell to the ground, the impact echoing the warehouse. Roy rushed onto his feet and yanked Dick's ankle chains towards him, slicing the metal with the Batarang. Dick could feel gravity slowly pulling him to the ground, as though he were a drop of dew slowly flowing down a leaf.

Suddenly Dick dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He landed on his bad shoulder, then rolled onto his side. He struggled, but leaped onto his feet.

Roy was looking for an exit when Dick called his name. "What the fuck, cut Rodrick loose!"

Roy groaned and ran back to Rodrick, who was still hanging unconsciously. Roy mumbled curses at Rodrick, then turned back to Dick while cutting the metal with the Batarang. "Didn't I meet this kid at your house?"

Dick shrugged. "I dunno, dude, maybe. When you left my place, he was there." Dick turned back to the direction the Bat had ran off two, hoping he would be able to hold off Cobblepot's men.

Before Dick could even open his mouth to warn Roy, men emerged from the shadows, guns ready. The Bat followed suit, attacking any men in his way. Few managed to make it towards Dick & Roy.

"Fuck," Roy grumbled. He hadn't managed to cut Rodrick completely loose. The chain was sizzling with heat. Roy stepped towards the oncoming group of men & chucked the Batarang at one of them. The blade stuck right into one man's neck, blood oozing from underneath his chin and onto his clothing. He clawed at his neck, then dropped onto the ground, lifelessly.

Dick rushed towards a man who had a pistol pointed at him. A flash brought Dick back to the confrontation with Nolan in Old Gotham, but Dick's mind was still aware of the current threat. Dick rushed towards the man, pushing the outstretched arm up into the air. Dick brought his leg in & pushed outward, releasing a strong front kick into the man's stomach. The man fell back, his grip on the gun weakening. Dick snatched it from his hand & turned around.

Roy was a few feet away from Dick, fighting off the men. He threw heavy punches into men's faces, high kicks into other men's chests. One man approached Roy from behind with a baseball bat in hand, but Dick whipped out the gun & shot towards the goon's hand. Roy spun around, catching the man stepping back, checking his hand for a wound. Roy grabbed the man's neck with one hand and slowly lifted him up. The man was high above Roy, with his legs swinging & his voice struggling to cry out. Roy almost snarled like an animal, then threw the man a few dozen feet away from Roy.

"Whoa," Dick said under his breath. He turned behind him and saw the Batman still fighting off his foes.

"GO!" The Bat roared as his pushed back a man, readying himself for another attack.

Dick bit his lip, half not wanting to leave him. He shook the gun in his hand, wanting to use it. Could he have really fight all those men on his own?

"Dick, let's fucking go!" Roy called.

Dick turned his back to the Bat & followed Roy towards an exit in the corner of the warehouse towards the left. Their footsteps echoed like raindrops on top of a thin roof. The sounds from the fight grew quieter & quieter as the two ran, leaving the Batman to fight the dozens of men. Gunshots rang in the room. Dick fought hard not to run back.

When Dick & Roy ran through a door with a lit exit sign, they were welcomed into a parking lot by four large boys, roughly older than Dick. One of which was Nolan Drake.

The moment the two made eye contact felt as though time had been frozen. Dick stared at Nolan's eyes, which stared back, & it seemed to be a moment that lasted eternity. Dick's heart pounded heavily. Feelings rushed to his head. From shock to confusion to a brief moment of utter fear & finally, to a everlasting hatred. When Dick saw Nolan's eyes, they seemed to expand in perplexion, then they popped out in anger, but slowly they began to relax. A grin grew over Nolan's face, as though he had been starving with bloodlust & had just spotted a deer in the headlights.

The moment ended. Without hesitation, Dick rose his arm and pointed it to Nolan and pulled the trigger.

The heavy recoil made Dick's arm sway a bit, the bullet flying elsewhere. Nolan ducked, fearing the aim was accurate. Roy rushed right passed a tall muscular boy & tackled him as though they were playing high school football. He pushed passed Nolan was well, pushing him onto the ground.

Dick, being smaller and possibly faster, ran right over the fallen boys. Dick followed Roy out into the maze of parked cars, keeping his head low, & running with his life on the line.

"Where do we go?" Roy hissed, stopping behind a large van. "Where's the gate?"

Dick pressed his back against the van & peeked over the hood of the car. He spotted one of the large boys stomping right towards the van.

Dick whipped right back behind the van & faced front, breathing hard. He squeezed the gun in his hand, ready to use it. Dick suddenly noticed a loud humming noise. "What the…?"

A large black vehicle the size of a tank emerged from over the parking lot gates. It had large wheels that resembled those of a monster truck, with the entire body of the car hanging low & flat. It shone bright headlights that almost blinded Dick. The engine roared like a lion defending its territory from enemy predators. A loud whirring noise echoed, growing higher into a high pitch noise that almost pierced Dick's eardrum. A long cannon emerged from the top of the car from a hatch & rotated towards Dick's direction.

Dick acted on instinct & leaped towards Roy on his right, pushing him out of the way the cannon was aimed. They were pressed against the gate on the side of the parking lot, then there was a loud boom. Dick shut his eyes tight, half worried a grenade had been tossed. Dick slowly opened his eyes and saw the van Dick had been hiding behind. It was on fire, with a large boy on the ground, screaming in agony as his body blazed.

Dick grabbed Roy's arm & led him away from the flaming car, still following the gate's path towards the broken gate where the tank was. "If we get closer to that thing, it can't shoot us!"

Roy nodded and followed suit. Nolan's men had begun firing at the tank, but the cannon had suddenly became an automatic gun & shot at the men. Cars exploded, men fell & bled, & screams traveled all around the parking lot. Dick could hear Nolan cursing his name.

Dick watched as the men continued to charge at the tank with bullets flying. He raised his hand, aiming his gun at who he thought was Nolan. Die now, & Gotham will have one less madman, Dick thought to himself. Suddenly Dick felt a warmth fall on his back. He turned and looked up at the tank. A bright red laser light shone down at Dick & traced down his body, then back up. Finally, the light blinked off.

Dick turned to Roy, who was looking up at the tank. "Friendly identified: Richard Grayson," announced an automated female voice from the tank. Suddenly a hatch on the side of the tank opened.

Dick turned and looked at Roy, who stared back blankly. He sniffled, then crawled straight into the hatch.

Dick groaned and looked back at the battle taking place in front of him. Dick spotted Nolan emerging from behind a car with a gun pointed towards Dick.

"Fuck!" Dick cried, then turned and stumbled into the hatch of the tank.

As he disappeared into the tank, Dick emerged into what he thought was the future. A black light lit up the inside of the tank, with dark blue & purple holographic screens all around. The right side was the back of the tank, which had seats with shelves over the seats containing advanced weapons, from rifles & guns to staffs, batons & hand to hand combat weapons. Dick turned to the left side, which was the head of the tank, where Roy had already began to buckle himself in the seat.

Dick stepped up to the driver's seat next to Roy. He sat down and scanned the panel in front of him. The holographic display showed a clear digital view of directly in front of the tank. Dick could see the men shooting at the tank. Dick could also feel & hear the entire tank shake as the cannon boomed with every shot it took at the men.

"How do you drive this thing?" Dick asked himself. He looked down & saw a round disc protruding from the panel. Dick slowly lifted his hands to touch it.

"I'm sorry, this vehicle is under autopilot drive control. Please refrain from switching to manual drive control."

Dick raised an eyebrow and stared at the screen. "What the hell?"

Roy shook his head. "This thing didn't have a driver," he started. "So it's working on its own. That's some advanced tech, dude."

Dick watched the screen. More holographic men began to suddenly appear from different directions, all making their way to the tank & attacking it.

Dick shut his eyes as the banging sound against the vehicle began to ring on the inside. Was this the end? Would he die in this machine?

"Fuck it," Dick grumbled & reached for the wheel. He turned in a full 360 degree rotation. The vehicle began to turn in place, guns still shooting back at the men.

"Do you wish to begin your route to your destination?"

"Where is that?" Roy asked.

"YES!" Dick cried.

In that instant, the vehicle began to move. It backed up against the fence it previously drove over. It drove off onto the road & sped off in a surprisingly fast speed.

"Whoa, there," Dick mumbled.

"Dude, what makes you think that this is a good idea?" Roy said. "This could've easily been a trap, & we fell right into it!"

Dick shook his head. "We needed to get out of there, there was too many men," Dick explained. "We have a better chance getting away in this, then hiding out somewhere for a few hours.

"Oh, what, so you think you can just park giant black monster truck in a garage & no one will notice?"

Dick clenched his jaw, not wanting to continue the fight with Roy. Dick looked down at the holographic display of the road. There was oncoming traffic, but the speedy tank managed to maneuver every car with great ease. "What the hell is this thing?" Dick asked to himself.

They had driven for roughly ten minutes. Suddenly, Roy tapped Dick's shoulder. "How do we know we're not being tailed?"

Dick sighed. "I really don't know," Dick answered truthfully. "Maybe they are. But I would think that they would be shooting at us."

Roy nodded. "I guess so," he said in agreement. He propped his feet up on the dashboard, his feet causing the digital hologram to disintegrate by his touch. He leaned back and laid his hands behind his head. "Let me know if we die," he said softly.