Sounds like you all like what I've done so far with the new Batkids on the block. And yes, those wing pieces Tim was looking over were based on the New 52 suit he has. Wonder what that means?
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Gotham City
August 21
20:16 UTC
"Okay, you know the drill. Stay face down and count to infinity and I won't off the three of you."
Brandishing a .45, a thug wearing a half mask with his mouth showing, stuffed his pockets with the possessions of a couple on their way back from an early movie. Both husband and wife lay on the ground with their hands over their heads. Despite her enlarged stomach, the woman did her best to lay down without putting her unborn baby in any danger. All she could think of was the safety of the child her and her husband had trouble conceiving.
"That's right. Face down, no one moves, and all will be koshe-whugh!"
Flying backwards, the thug landed in a pile or rotten crates as a small figure rappelled into the alley and planted both feet in his back.
"Who?"
Running on the wall with a rope attached to his belt, the masked figure of Damian Wayne delivered a flying kick to the thug's chin, sending him back to the ground before dismounting and landing on the cement himself. His eyes narrowed behind the green face accessory he wore as he stood at full height.
"Rrragh!" Throwing a few scraps of garbage off him, the thug got to his knees and looked at the one who attacked him. "A...a kid? I was hit by a kid?"
Not a word came from Damian.
"Kid, I will end your Robin wannabe, bat-punk-GUAGH!"
Drawing a knife, since his gun was lost after the initial hit, the criminal was blinded by an incoming object thrown by the boy. Using a white coffee filter, Damian had constructed a make-shift pepper bomb from the spices he stole from Alfred's kitchen. The pain was immediate and intense as his target was blinded and dropped the switchblade he carried.
"EYAGHH! What is...SHHWAAGGHHHHAAA!"
Rubbing his eyes just made the pain that much worse as the spices entered the cracks between his eyelids. A waterfall of tears cascaded down his cheeks as he both cried and yelled in pain; but that was before a steel-toed boot connected with his kneecap, crippling him. His head then shot backwards as a steel-laced fist shattered his nose and knocked him out cold.
Picking up the possessions of the two victims of the thug, Damian tossed them back to their owners before pulling a plastic strip from his belt to tie up the sleeping thief. He then disappeared into the night by firing a grapple gun skyward and shooting off into the darkness.
Eleven Minutes Later
Laughter filled a late night laundromat as a group of thieves held their sides at the sight and threat of the small person standing before the door. Around them, two college students and an Asian woman operating the facility were tied up and to a wooden bench for customers waiting for their clothing to be done with duct tape over their mouths. Each were struggling to get free until the young boy in a cape showed up.
"You, youse got to be kidding," one of the thieves said between laughs. "Some kid wants to play super-punk wit us?"
"He, he, he probably still wears diapers!" the second criminal said.
Damian only narrowed his eyes.
"Just spank this kid and put him in time out." The third, and largest of the group, went back to his work, using a crowbar to pry open the money changer at the back of the building.
Pulling out a four foot long strand of chain and a cattle prod, the two thugs advanced on young Damian. The chain wielder was the first to reach him and slammed his weapon on the ground as the youth slid between his legs. Ending up on his back behind his attacker, Damian slammed his heels into the back of the man's kneecaps to painfully bring him down. The moment he got back to his feet, he was forced to duck as the other man's cattle prod flew through the air over his head. Using the time afforded him from the miss, the boy propped himself into the air while using a nearby dryer, and planted both feet into the thief's chest.
"Ugh!" Backing up, the criminal sneered as Damian smirked and motioned him to try again. "You little brat!"
Switching his weapon back on, the thief attacked in a series of thrusts, swipes, and overhead chops. None connected as the boy expertly dodged each attack and pulled out another pepper bomb. Faster than the cattle prod user could see, the white bag slammed into his face, blinding him. Dropping the weapon, he instantly grabbed his eyes to rub the spices out when he felt lightning shoot up his torso as Damian had caught the falling electrical device and jammed it into the elder's stomach. The shock was enough to drop him to the floor and lose control of various bodily functions.
"Ffft, and you called me a baby. You're the one who needs the diapers." Dropping the weapon, the boy turned his attention back to the first thug who was just recovering from having his knees blown out.
"Grr, youse gonna pay for that, kid." Swinging wildly, the first thief slammed his chain into the dryers on either side of them. Loud metal on metal clangs filled the laundromat from every miss as Damian dodged the long linked metal rungs.
"Stay still!"
Winding up, the criminal swung his chain downwards and slammed it into an open dryer door, ripping it off. Picking it up, Damian used it as a shield to block the next attack then flung it at the man's head. The next thing that occurred was several small explosions igniting around their feet as the youth threw down several smoke pellets.
Coughing and waiving his hand to clear the air, the chain wielder searched for the kid when his body went stiff from a massive electrical shock. A few seconds later, he fell and landed with a hard 'thud' as Damian stood behind him, cattle prod in had. Of all places, he had stuck the electrical device where the man's legs connected together, commonly known as the taint.
"I personally hate getting my hands dirty, but seeing as you just took out my boys..." Cracking his knuckles, the largest of the men towered over Damian.
Standing at nearly seven feet tall, and covered in leather, the dark skinned man flashed a sneer, which glittered with platinum from his grill. Taking action first, he swung the crowbar he held and missed the boy who struck back with the cattle prod. Nothing happened as the rod hit the man's stomach, due to the amount of leather he wore.
Grabbing the cattle prod, the large man broke it in his grasp before renewing his attack. Backflipping away, Damian landed in a crouch as the crowbar struck the floor, causing several chips of tile to break loose. He then threw several pepper bombs in retaliation, but none hit their mark as the large man blocked them with his massive arm.
Charging forward, Damian struck out with several hard kicks and punches, none of which caused any damage as the man was just too large to be taken down by a kid, even with his training. Forced to go on the defensive, Damian leapt onto a side dryer as the man's fist tore through the air. A thunderous 'thud' filled the building as the thief slammed his entire arm on the spot Damian once stood. Had he not moved when he did, he would have been in the dented metal the man caused.
"Come out here, kid!" the large man said as he stalked the boy. "Wanting to dress up like Batman's sidekick and play hero, then thinking you can stop me from doing my business like that? You are seriously barking up the wrong nest."
Moving around the corner of the line of dryers, the thug saw no one down the aisle.
"Since you want to play pretend, I'll show you what happens when you grow too big for your britches. You're good, I'll give you that. But if the police can't bring me down, what do you think a prepubescent punk can do against someone like me? You can't hurt me. You can't beat me. So what'chu gonna do no-UGH!"
Kicking out a washer door, Damian surprised the man with his steel toed boots connecting with is ankle. With the man down on one knee, the boy performed a handstand to get to the man's back then landed with his legs wrapped around his thick neck. Flipping around, Damian than came up and landed several shots to his face.
Knowing regular attacks would not work, the son of Batman used technique to bring his larger foe down. Pointed fingers jabbed the eyes, a balled up fist crashed into the nose, and cupped hands slammed into the side of the man's head. Dismounting, the youth then went about hitting various pressure points. Shoulder, armpit, forearm crevice, floating ribs, and the top of the foot where the ankle joint ends were struck quickly and without mercy, bringing the large man to the floor in a heap. Standing over the rapidly breathing thief, Damian watched him struggle to regain his breath before delivering a knockout kick to his temple.
Turning to face the still bound customers, the boy threw several throwing knives at the the group, freeing them easily before taking his leave.
Wayne Manor
August 21
20:52 UTC
"Master Damian, please answer me or I will enter."
Knocking loudly on the closed door to young Damian's bedroom, Alfred let out a frustrated sigh. It had been a few minutes since the butler first summoned the lad to see if he needed anything before taking the night off. As it was, the elder man was just fine with leaving him to his own business, largely due to the boy's wanting to be treated as, in Alfred's words, 'the bloody king of England'.
Having enough of waiting, Alfred turned the handle, only to discover it was locked. Jiggling the bronze doorknob, he pounded on the door even louder, prompting another door from down the hall to open.
"Bloody heck. This boy will be the end of me, Perhaps send me to Arkham for a few years. Certainly would be a nice vacation from the little brat."
As he continued his attempt at getting to the son of Bruce, Cassandra Cain grew curious at to why Damian would not answer. Silently closing her door, the Asian teen reached for her bag hanging on the wall next to the door and withdrew a folding knife. Clamping it between her teeth, she opened her window and climbed out. What came next was as natural to her as breathing was for others. Maneuvering to sit on the lip of the windowsill, she grabbed hold of the decorative terrace and moved from her room to Damian's by rotating her body where she was facing the mansion then facing away. First her back was to it, then her chest, then her back again, then her chest again as she moved towards his window. Once there, she grabbed the knife she held in her mouth and flicked it open. It was the perfect tool for prying the window open and she was soon inside.
Setting foot in the boy's room, and ignoring Alfred's attempts to see if he were still in there, Cassandra went about looking for any sign of him. The last she knew, he had headed for his room and had not left. The window was locked from the inside, leaving that particular exit out of the possible routes he had taken. Since the locked door was the only way he could have gotten out, his bodyguard was only left with finding clues to where he was. And that came in the form of a note with her name on it lying on his desk. A quick read later, and she showed an emotion she had yet to display. Anger.
It did not take long for Cassandra to get back to her room. It did not take long for her to dress completely in black and sneak past Alfred who had finally given up on reaching Damian. Now in the Batcave, the Shadow trained teen girl sent to make sure nothing happened to the son of Ra's Al Gual's daughter, was ready to sneak out and find the youth she was meant to protect. Pulling out a small, gray object the size of a smart phone, she gave it a look over and slipped it into a pocket. She was almost ready to go when she was stopped by a familiar voice from the darkness of the cave.
Gotham City
August 21
21:22 UTC
The winds blew strongly above the streets, carrying with it the few loose pieces of trash found on the rooftops of Gotham. Pigeons took to the air while clothing hanging from a nylon line swayed to and fro. Aside from the normal sounds of a city at night, the sound of leather flapping in the wind could be heard from the top of an apartment building with a black clad female figure standing on the ledge.
Wearing a near identical uniform of Barbara's, this one was completely black with small differences. The belt, once bright yellow, was now a few shades darker and matched the outlined bat motif over the female's chest. The cape was more dramatic with larger points on the end, making for a more sinister look when splayed out. The final change to the suit was the mask. Where it once left the eyes and mouth portions of the face uncovered, it was now completely hiding the face from view.
"Cassandra," Barbara's voice came from over a built-in intercom in the mask, "welcome to the roost, Batgirl."
Standing, the new Batgirl, who resembled a feminine black bat, had the moon behind her as she looked out over the city.