Hey guys. I'm sorry for the unexpected hiatus. My parents recently separated and I currently have a lot of things on my plate right now, but rest assured, I haven't given up on any my stories.
"Alright, boys," a grungy man hissed as he lead a group of thugs into the First National Bank. "The Boss is expecting this job done by three, we get in; we get out, capiche?"
"Alright," another man nodded.
"W-what if he shows up?" Another thug whimpered.
"That's why we gotta do this fast!" the first man growled. "Would you rather get on the Boss's bad side? I ain't afraid of the Bat."
"You should be," a voice growled. Suddenly a dark shadow fell from the balcony above.
"It's the Bat!" the nervous thug from before shouted.
"Not exactly," the shadowy figure said. A thug raised his gun, but the shadowy hero was faster. He hurled a batarang, which embedded itself in the man's hand and forcing him to drop the gun in pain. The hero kicked the man's feet from under him and grabbed the gun. In seconds the weapon was dismantled and useless.
The nervous thug had seen enough. "I'm outta here!" he shouted as he made for the door. Several other goons followed. They had just reached the door when the dark figure tossed a batarang through the group of thugs where it embedded itself into the door.
The thugs turned around and started laughing at the hero. "You missed dumbass!" One of them mocked.
"You sure about that?" The hero replied in a low growl. After he said those words, a loud beeping sound filled the room.
Turning around, the thugs looked on in in confusion as the batarang was blinking bright blue & the beeping grew faster.
The thug closest to the door started to shout out an obscenity, but before the words could leave his lips, the bat-shaped weapon exploded. The small explosion blew the door off its hinges, as well as knocking several of the men out. Only one was still conscious.
"What are you?" the lone thug whispered.
The figure emerged from the shadows, revealing himself. His appearance seemed to be slightly based on the Batman himself. The suit was all black with a silver bat symbol emblazoned on the chest. The cowl had a sleek, black visor going across where the eyes would be. Across his back was a silver harness, which held two black & silver escrima sticks. Black, bladed gloves covered his hands while a black utility belt was strapped along his waist.
He grabbed the remaining thug by the collar of his jacket & brought him up so close that their faces were inches apart. The mask completely covered his facial features but the hero's voice alone, altered using a built-in voice changer, sent chills up the thugs spine.
"I'm Nightfall." He responded in a low, mechanical-sounding growl, before delivering a quick punch to the would-be-robber's face, knocking him out cold.
"Batgirl," The newly named Nightfall activated his comlink. "First National Bank is secured. Contact GCPD."
"You got it, rookie," a feminine voice said through the comlink. .
"Yo Night," Robin's voice called in. "We've got situation at Gotham City Bank downtown."
"What's with the bank robberies lately?" Nightfall asked.
"I don't know, but you'll definitely want to get down here," Robin said quickly. "Joker's here & Batman is en route."
"Copy that." Nightfall responded as he quickly retrieved his grapple and was soon moving across the rooftops. "Hasn't the Joker been in hiding?" Nightfall asked. "Why's he suddenly robbing banks?"
"We haven't caught him red-handed until today, but we suspect he's involved in a string of burglaries," Robin explained. "And it's no secret that the Joker's funds are running low."
In the distance, the bank's alarm system began going off.