Clark Kent

The idea of learning a new language never occurred to Clark. He had planned on taking a Spanish class in his High School career, but that would have just been for the credits. Still, he had no clue what to expect from this obstacle. Luckily, the school had sent him some textbooks to learn and even had some online quizzes he had to take every once in a while, so it shouldn't have been too hard for him.

Plus, the alien had recently learned that he had another, more ambiguous ability.

As Clark opened up the Japanese textbooks, he flipped to a later, more advanced section of the book. Sure enough, the language and the meanings behind everything burst from the page. In the span of three seconds, Clark had been able to read the sentence about as clear as English!

"'Could you lend me some sugar for my cake?'" The boy chuckled to himself, "This is a really convenient ability."

But, this confirmed his suspicion about it. It occurred to Clark over the past few times he watched the projection of his biological father that his father seemed to be speaking English. This didn't make a lot of sense because there would be no way for his father to know the English language, he was countless lightyears away! The idea seemed farfetched at first, when he first thought of the notion that his mind could instantly translate languages for him. But it seems even some farfetched ideas are worth paying attention to.

This only left Clark with one more dilemma, "Does this mean I can write kanji properly in the same way as I read it? Or speak it?"

The Kryptonian picked up his father's projector, placing it in front of him on the desk in his room and took out a sheet of paper with pencil in hand. He poked the projector and it started again. As his father spoke, Clark closed his eyes and heard the words his father spoke and let himself write what it was he was saying. Listening closely so as to get what is being said on paper, rather than what's meant.

Sure enough, when the boy opened his eyes, he saw scribblings of a language that he knew but he knew was foreign to this planet. On the paper were symbols, which all had their own meanings and structure.

Again, he just chuckled to himself before turning to the textbooks and reading them. At the very least, he could still go through everything and apply some of what the education had to offer just in case. After all, he had a few months before he would be headed out for the U.A. Entrance Exams, so he didn't have anything better to do.

He began studying, making sure there were no kinks in this newfound ability that, to him, seemed more overpowered than flight and super strength.

Diana

Diana groaned as she sat in the police headquarters, arms crossed. After the villain was defeated and the fires were put out, the heroes were ultimately relieved that no one was hurt. Her and the blonde boy began to get some praise, even.

Izuku Midoriya, however, began to be lectured for running into battle without a plan or a 'quirk' as they called it. Although the girl agreed it wasn't the smartest idea to run into a battle without assessing it, she downright detested their hypocrisy in the situation. So, she decided to step in and defend the boy. This eventually led to an altercation between her and the man the crowd called 'Death Arms' where he put his hand on her shoulder to get her to stand down and she flipped him over her shoulder and slammed him against the pavement.

The other 'heroes' didn't take to kindly to it and a fight broke out which only ended once a larger man with a white t-shirt and long, vibrant yellow hair stepped in with arms raised and a smile on his face. He was nice enough and sympathized with the girl which led to convincing her to come with the other heroes to explain her actions in a more civil environment as he had other business to attend to, as he put it.

That was a few days ago. The only reason she hasn't been released yet was because they couldn't get ahold of her legal guardian. That wasn't going to happen for the simple fact that her guardian was on a magically hidden island where telephones or cellphones were unheard of. So, she'd been stuck in the police department wearing baggy sweatpants and a white t-shirt while the department scrambled to find a solution. Luckily, the people at the police department were kind to her for most parts of her stay.

They gave her three meals a day, which mostly was officers buying double orders of what they were eating. She also had plenty of conversations with them. Once they opened up to her they had become friendly. However, one of the officers who held the position of police chief, Kenji Tsuragamae, didn't seem to share the desire to be as friendly.

He was the one that originally began asking her questions. She was sat down in a cold, white room with just a table, a bowl of ramen and another chair in front of her. She happily ate her dish for some semblance of warmth before he walked in. Every part of him was normal for a man, except for his head which was that of a dog's. It wasn't the strangest biproduct of the enhanced abilities man had accrued, but it still was strange.

He was combing over files as he closed the door, "You said your name was Diana Prince, correct?"

The girl tried to correct him, "Princess of Themyscira."

"Right, 'Themyscira.'" The man sat down in front of her. He didn't believe her. He finally looked up from his files, "I'm Kenji Tsuragamae, the police chief. The report said you kept saying you were from there. What is it?"

The girl sighed, resting her arm on the table as she placed her cheek on her hand, "It is not surprising mankind has no knowledge of it. Themyscira is a paradise only accessible to the Amazonian warriors who reside there and the few of man who stumble across it."

"That story is very hard to believe, Prince, you must admit. In fact, I might say you were thinking I was a fool to come up with something so bizarre." He placed the file on the table, "Your accent sounds possibly European, and considering ethnicity I would assume you're from there."

The girl shook her head, "I speak the truth, Tsuragamae, I am from Themysicra."

The man sighed, scratching his forehead, "Let's move from that for now and talk about your gear." He placed his hand down and looked at the files on the table, "It was reported that you had a sword and a rope with you at the time, why?"

"They are my weapons, of course. The Lasso of Truth and the Sword of Athena!"

The man nodded, "I get it, your persona is like the Greek gods. And the armor?"

"My armor is the ceremonial garment of battle. This armor specifically was tailored for me by the Amazonian blacksmiths with my title in mind."

"Title?"

"I am the princess of Themyscira."

The officer couldn't help but scrunch his brow, "I'm kind of getting tired of this façade you're putting up, Prince." He pointed to the girl, "You need to start telling the truth, before we have to place you in juvenile detention!"

"I have not told one lie in this room!" She pointed her finger at him, "How dare you accuse me of it!"

"How do you expect me to believe any of that?"

"My Lasso."

"Huh?"

The girl crossed her arms, "Get the Lasso of Truth and one of your men and I will show you, I speak the truth."

After a sigh and a moment of reluctance, he complied, getting the Lasso of Truth and a random officer from the break room.

"Okay, now what, Prince?"

She picked up the thread and it began to glow its bright yellow. She held it out, "Officer," she turned towards the new officer in the room, "What is something you've done recently you're not proud of?"

The officer took a step back, raising his hands in defense, "Woah, why are we getting into my personal life?" He turned to the police chief and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the girl.

"Now, grab hold of the lasso."

The officer reluctantly complied.

The girl asked again, "What have you done recently that you're not proud of?"

The man didn't even look at her when he answered, "I accidentally dropped a piece of gum I was chewing on. It landed on a patch of dirt outside but put it back in my mou-." The officer recoiled from the lasso, covering his mouth and jumping back, "What the hell was that just now?!"

The police chief ignored him, "How am I supposed to know that wasn't just a quirk you were using?"

The girl raised an eyebrow, "I've not a clue what these 'quirks' even are that you people speak so fondly of. This is the Lasso of Truth."

The conversation from the interrogation continued like that for a while, but they couldn't get anywhere with it. The commissioner said there was a man that could discern if it was a 'quirk' or not. However, he was out of town in America in a city known as Gotham, so she would have to remain in custody until they could confirm her story and figure out how to contact her guardians.

Overall, the experience has been much too dull for her likings.

Batman

The sounds of foghorns shot into the night of the shipping yard. Tensions were high as the police, Falcone henchmen, and even international affairs were practically breathing down Bruce's neck. Falcone was a priority, however, as some strange phenomena began affecting some of the people connected to Falcone who were being convicted.

All of them were pleading insanity and winning with it as the judge was undoubtedly being paid off to be convinced of the plea. However, as they were being placed in the Arkham facilities, they suddenly changed their entire behaviors as if they did fall into insanity. It was making further investigations difficult and the current case run stagnant.

This wasn't what led the vigilante to the docks, however. This was caused by a new drug used by the henchmen, which enhanced their quirks by what Bruce estimated to about five times. He couldn't get ahold of enough of the drug to analyze it properly, but there was a small printing on the capsule which read in Japanese, meaning imports.

Bruce had a feeling that the sudden psychosis of the Falcone connections and the quirk enhancing drug used by henchmen were imported from the same docks, so all he had to do was find the docks and investigate. These docks were easy enough to find as a was sniper peering over towards the city waiting for him to come in to stop their businesses. So, in order to get around this, Bruce found a sewer access grate to travel through instead. Luckily, the vigilante didn't have to worry so much about water getting into his boots as he borrowed a design from the Applied Sciences division from his company.

This design applied to his whole suit, trading in the simple cloth and leather for something with a bit more protection and some more tools. It still had the same general look to it, the grey was darker and had some Kevlar padding underneath in the space between ligaments. The belt was less of a leather belt and more of a military one, packed with bat-shaped shuriken and smoke pellets. His cape was made of a memory cloth that was modelled with nine points along the bottom of it. This was attached to the cowl, which sat over his head more snugly than the previous suit. The gauntlets and boots resembled each other more this time around, too, with the knuckles of the gloves being reinforced with steel and the boots being steel-toed. The bat on his chest was also more prominent, covering much more of his chest and having extra armor on it for safety. The final main tool in his arsenal, the key for this particular endeavor, would be the grapnel gun.

The billionaire consulted his butler via radio with the schematics about how to reach the end of the tunnel, so it made getting to it easy. The rusted metal bars were easy enough to snap off its hinges, to which he placed inside the tunnel as to not alert the sniper or any other thugs close by. He pulled out the grapnel gun, taking his steps out of the sewers, then fired up towards the crane the sniper was positioned. Once the hook at the end got attached to something, it began to tug and pull on its user, sending Bruce up and just below the gunman.

With one pull, the bat-themed boy was above the target and was able to kick the target right on his chin before he even knew what hit him. He fell to the ground, practically silently. No shot was ever fired.

"Now, I can take the rest of them out." The vigilante stepped onto the railings of the platform, getting a better view of the rest of his targets.

Below, there were two men on top of crates, one carrying an assault rifle that Bruce identified as an M4A1 variant, the other carried no gun but was fiddling with what looked like the head of a shark in the place of his right hand with his other hand being that of a puffer fish while he sat on the edge of the crates. Below them were half a dozen men from his count. One with multiple eyes on his head, four arms and four legs, and an extra appendage on his lower back, spider quirk. Another which was phased inside a crate, Bruce suspected it to be an ability to morph through metal as his clothes didn't morph through him. A third man had a hammer for a head. The fourth man's head was glowing as he carried a gun and patrolled. The other two were standing near a trash can fire, one of them seemed normal, one having red hair cut short and the other being bald. The sixth piece of scum was about three times the size of Bruce and covered head to toe in a black suit which hid any features from the vigilante.

Either way, a plan was made, now to put it to action. The billionaire leapt off the crane, grabbing his cape and sending a pulse through it so it's remembered shape would form and allow him to glide overhead. None of them noticed him, all except for one, the man with the gun on top of the crates. But by the time he did, it was too late for him. Bruce dropped his cape, which resulted in a tackle on the top of the crates hard enough to send him off and slam into the concrete edge of the dock. He was finished.

The sound of the tackle, however, attracted the animal handed man. Bruce needed to move, so he slid through a narrow crack created by the space between two crates, making sure to just barely be noticed by phasing man who was now patrolling away from the fire. By the time the thug above was in position, Batman leapt back onto the crates towards the man on top who was looking to recover his ally. The man began to turn around, but as he did, he was met with the back of one of Bruce's heels, sending him out of consciousness without the chance to even use his quirk.

Next was down below. One of them was already looking for whatever he found in the dark between the cracks. As Bruce looked over the edge at the man below, he took notice of the lack of weapons in his hands and the fact he was standing on the first layer of metal crates. The vigilante jumped down, covering the phaser from the moonlight! By the time he noticed anything, a heel was already pushing his head towards the metal wall in front of him!

Three out of eight.

He moved on to the hammer-headed man. This one would be trickier, as aiming for the head would only cause more pain on Bruce's end than on his. Bruce considered the man's surroundings. As he passed an open container containing what looked like screws, nails, and bolts. The hammer-head continued past it.

Batman jumped overhead then rolled off the container hammer-head had passed. Bruce kept hold of the edge and flipped into the container. The hammer man heard, turning around with a jolt and walking over to investigate. He opened the container more, peering inside with a groan. Bruce moved a little, which in the darkness was only barely visible.

The hammer man peered closer.

Now! The boy in the costume, within the span of a single second, grabbed the hammer man by the collar and pulled him inside and slammed him into the nails, undoubtedly puncturing the thug in a few places. To take him out, he picked up his leg, taking hold of the palm of his foot, then twisted it until an unnatural pop could be heard, then twisted it more. The hammer-man's body went into shock from all the pain at once. He was out cold before he could make a sound.

Now, however, the spider man was looking in the container, but this time Bruce decided not to be noticed. He ducked into the darkness, becoming one with it. Both him and the criminal were invisible to this man, and without a flashlight, the man turned away to alert a friend or to grab a flashlight.

That would do. The boy burst out of the container once he was in the clear. He began clambering up the containers he originally sat at and listened into the conversations from below once he found himself above the men.

"Hey, guys, uh…" The spider thug started.

The orange thug responded, in a deeper and much more tired voice, "Spit it out, man. And if it's one of your complaints then-."

"No, it's not me! Fred is out!"

"Fred?"

The large man grunted, leaning towards the fire. The criminal with the glowing head joined in, obviously leaning towards panic, "I-I heard something, too! It was like something hit broke into a container earlier!"

The orange man began to laugh, "Alright, you guys are talking like you seen the boogeyman."

The glowing man moved towards the spider-man, "You don't think it's him, do you?"

The hammer nodded, almost smacking the other in the face with his own, "I think it might be."

"Who are you two talking about?"

"THE BAT!" Both said in unison, turning to him.

"The bat ain't real, kids. That's a myth that's been going around to scare people." The man laughed again, "I mean, a guy that has super strength, speed, can morph into shadows and who can't be shot? That smells like a myth all over. No one has that many quirks."

The two exchanged glances, then turned back, "I don't think that thing's human to begin with." The glowing man interjected.

The hammer man groaned, "Whatever's going on, we gotta help Fred! He got pulled into a container and I can't see."

The glowing man nodded towards him, "If it's me an' you we can do it. I light the way, you have 360° vision. It's perfect!"

They shook hands before turning away, going back to the container. Leaving the big man and the orange man alone at the fire. The orange man glanced back but returned to the fire before groaning again.

"Great. Can't we ever get a decent crew?"

Bruce began to move back to the container to take out the two stooges.

As he ran back, he shot his grapnel gun at the crane again, but only repelled halfway up, getting a good view of down below, where the two stood directly under him. Bruce flipped upside down, the memory shaping of his cape activating and keeping it stiffly pointing towards his feet.

The man with the lightbulb head peered in, rummaging through the nails to find their friend while the spider-man kept watch, looking over the crate containers and in the dark alleys of the containers. Bruce wanted to wait, he wanted the criminal to see him just before he yanked him from the scene. It didn't take long for that to happen, either. When he did notice him, he looked back up, staring with his larger eyes and with a gaping mouth. Bruce let loose.

He fell down, opening his 'wings' and wrapping them around him as he pulled him up. Bruce managed to get in a headbutt as they fled upwards. The headbutt, when combined with the sudden force of the upward movement, was enough to knock him out. As Bruce reached the top of the crane, he tied the thug to the railing and pushed him over the side. The arachnid fell and when he stopped, he was right behind the glowing man.

The force of the man stopping his momentum let out a whipping sound. The glowing man turned around as the sound echoed into the night. The light bulb practically jumped out of his skin as he fell to the ground in a mess, dropping his gun and hitting the back of his head on the container he was searching. He quickly scrambled back on his feet, collecting his gun and running back towards the blazing drum! Bruce couldn't hear them, but the glowing boy and the orange man eventually turned to go back to the thug on the rope.

Bruce dropped onto the crates across from the one where the hammer man was currently laying in, using his cape before the landing so he fell silently. The two criminals approached the rope. From his belt, he pulled out one of his themed shuriken, reeling back so he could throw it. But the vigilante didn't. His gut told him something was wrong!

'Where's the one in the suit?' Bruce clicked together in his head.

The sound of metal bending from behind Bruce caused him to turn to the big man ramming towards him like an ox, his mask ripping from the force of his jaw. Beneath the mask the large criminal wore revealed sharp teeth that only barely missed Bruce as he pushed off the large man, landing right in front of the crates he stood on. The large man had spun in the air, landing on his back and rolling with the momentum to land on his hands and feet. Now looking at the bigger of the three grouped together and in front of the open crate, the twist in the air made sense. His face resembled that of a reptile, his actions similar to a crocodile's.

The orange man was still very surprised, despite the chuckle he let out, "Holy shit, he is real." He lowered his gaze at the boy with the cape, "The boss would really love to see you, bat freak. I'm sure if I brought your head to him, he would probably give me enough of a bonus to buy a vacation home or two."

Bruce growled as he spoke, "You're going to tell me about the imports of drugs coming into the bay."

The orange thug snapped his fingers and the crocodile man rushed the vigilante.

The reptilian charged like he did before. This time, however, Bruce was ready for it. The boy vaulted over the man and leapt off his back to reach the other two. His foot landed on the cheek of the bald man, sending him into the crate with the nails where a yelp could be heard as he landed. The glowing boy pointed his gun at the vigilante, but the gun was grabbed, the butt of it shoved into the face of the wielder, then the front railing. Bruce would have landed the final blow, but the bigger thug rammed into both of the fighters! Bruce was thrown back but the light bulb was grabbed by the mouth of the crocodile man!

Then, the reptilian bit down.

Blood scattered the ground as the criminal's torso was now missing a chunk, the light on the man's head faded as he landed on the ground. There wasn't any coming back from that. The man was dead.

Bruce growled, jumping onto the opponent's shoulders, landing jab after jab into his viscera-stained teeth, "YOU KILLED HIM!"

The beast lashed forward with his mouth, something Bruce read. The vigilante hurled himself off the criminal's body with a flip as he landed in front of him.

The reptilian laughed, lowering into his charging stance, "That's why they call me Killer Croc 'round these parts. I'm one of Falcone's strongest guys." The reptilian burst forward, mouth wide open, "You'll learn WHY!"

Bruce vaulted over him again, this time throwing a smoke pellet at his face to cover the fact he repeated the same move on the cannibal twice. He landed in a roll on the pavement, shifting the momentum to turn around and slide toward the beast's legs, kicking both of his hamstrings with enough force to both bring him down and to send the vigilante into a reversed roll to get him back on his feet. He jumped forward once more, climbing on Croc's shoulders again and pressing buttons on both his gauntlets. When he went to strike, the steel knuckles sent millions of volts of electricity through the beast's temples, sending him to the ground without another sound other than the thud of the ground.

Killer Croc was still breathing, which was more than he deserved.

The man that was sent into the bed of nails finally got out of the container, looking at the scene around him. The pool of blood was at his feet. He followed the blood. He finally met his ally, a boy that was looked like he was in his early twenties, pale and missing his glow. The man just stared, either in shock or wrapping his head around it with difficulty.

Most would have sympathy for him.

Bruce had none.

He grabbed the man by the throat, raising him over his head with one arm and narrowing his eyes on him. "You're going to tell me what's in these containers. I'm not asking."

Eraserhead

The report came in for a noise disturbance at the Gotham Docks. One report claimed that a man was hung by the crane of the dock, which chimed the three foreign heroes in on this being an incident involving the vigilante. Within the time Eraserhead had been here, in this damned city, he started to realize what the Wayne son and the butler was warning them about about. It had only been half a week in the city, and the officials were very clearly taking care of business in an unorthodox way.

It was during a raid they believed the Batman, as the vigilante was formally named, was going to strike next. Unfortunately, it turned out a group of squatters who had only seen the Batman once. They only gave the same story the criminals ever did, that he was a demon or an army of men seeking to make Gotham their kingdom or, and this was the craziest story in Eraserhead's opinion, a manifestation of quirks seeking to maintain that the quirks were used for good. When the police didn't get the information they wanted, they pulled the squatters out of the house and though the hero couldn't see it, he could hear the men beating the homeless for assurance that they were telling the truth.

Things like this continued for the past few nights, nighttime being the only time the Bat seemed to work. Not once had they actually seen the Batman, though. Upon a personal conference between Eraserhead and Nezu, they agreed that the vigilante must have heard of their arrival somehow and was playing his cards cautiously. This time, however, they knew they would not only confirm his existence but also catch him and bring him in!

They arrived on scene in Gordon's police cruiser, his partner bringing in a spare and a swat team on their way. Immediately, he could hear a fight that sounded like a beast was inside the docks. The fighting stopped as Aizawa turned to Hawks, who had just landed next to him in his hero gear, which was almost the same as the outfit he arrived in save for the underarmor and yellow visor over his eyes.

Aizawa turned to Gordon.

The redheaded officer tilted his head, "We don't need a warrant at this point. Head on in when you feel it, but SWAT will be here in three minutes, roughly."

Aizawa considered the options, turning to Nezu who was in the partner's cruiser. The animal principal sipped his cup of tea before adding his two-cents, "If we wait for SWAT, we can secure a perimeter, but considering the elusiveness of our target, that may just mean we lose our chance. I believe you and Hawks should head in alone."

The teacher nodded, turning to Hawks nodding to him. Hawks nodded back and leapt into the air, flapping his red wings and moving over the docks. Eraserhead jumped up himself, using the cloth around his neck to pull him over the gate of the docks and climb into the facility. He rushed forward, careful to be as quiet as he could be.

He took the higher ground, leaping onto containers and sprinting forward, looking overhead at Hawks who was standing on the crane at the far end of the docks now. He pointed to his radio, which Aizawa answered using his hands-free phone.

"Yeah, I don't see him. He may be inside, though. I did see a boat parked inside the warehouse with containers."

Aizawa looked at the scene around him. Two criminals on top of cargo containers, one isolated on the edge of the dock, and thugs scattered across the ground. One criminal on the younger side with a hole in his torso, blood staining the concrete of the dock. "We have one casualty so far."

"I saw, but that wasn't him. Look at the big guy, his mouth is bloody."

The tired hero checked the bigger man's mouth, which still had visible gore in between his teeth. Disgusting, in all my years working as a hero, this may be the first time I've seen a cannibal.

The hero shook the thoughts out of his head, turning instead to the warehouse. He radioed Hawks as he ran, "Did you see a potential entrance on the top of the warhouse?"

"Uh huh, I think that's how our bat guy got in. There was a bit of ventilation that was broken through. When in Rome, right?"

Aizawa leapt from a container to a truck parked at the warehouse, then leapt up, using his cloth around his neck to latch onto a gutter and pull himself up. He rushed forward, looking for the broken pipe, then jumped in once he found said pipe.

He slid down, putting a bit off pressure on the pipes so he didn't make so much noise going down. When he reached the bottom, there was already a hole, so he simply let himself fall in, catching himself on the railing of a walkway above the boat. He peered around, finding no sign of anyone on the boat, except for the first three shipping containers on the left side were all open.

Aizawa pressed his earpiece, "He's here. He must have heard me."

"Think his quirk is enhanced hearing? That would be anticlimactic."

"No."

The teacher hopped down, landing on the boat with a thud and taking a march towards the containers. He peered inside, nothing out of the ordinary in the first one. The second one was a similar story, just imports of fruits. The third was strange, however. The boxes in it were all labelled as imports from Japan and three of the boxes were open.

One box looked like it contained stuffed bears, stuffed with a powder. The one to the right of it was stuffed with the same kind of powder but was stuffed inside of rabbits. The third had two numbers on the side '34/66' and was filled with small grey cylinders cased inside clear containers, the cylinders being slightly longer than ten centimeters.

"What are these?" He mumbled to himself.

"They're why I'm here." A voice reminiscent of a growl sounded behind Eraserhead.

He turned around in an instant, throwing his cloth tendrils forward! The new person rushed forward, running against the wall of the container and throwing a strike at Aizawa. The teacher dodged, however, and tried to counter with a low kick as the vigilante landed but was met with a kick to the back of the head as the opponent vaulted over and around the crates with his built momentum. This sent Aizawa into the wall, which he rolled into as to reduce the damage. The figure was unrelenting, his fist already moving towards the hero's face, which was barely dodged. The strike shifted into an elbow, which did catch his collarbone with enough force that he knew it would bruise.

Aizawa was pinned, scowling at his opponent.

"I'm not your enemy." The Batman growled.

"You've broken the law, like hell you're not."

"In order to maintain the laws, yes."

"You're going to jail."

"Then, I presume you've arrested the crooked cops that beat those homeless men a few days ago?"

The teacher's scowl loosened, "You were there?"

The man nodded. Then he let the hero go. "Do you know why I came to this shipping yard?"

The teacher nodded, pointing to the open crates, "The drugs. What are they?"

The man turned to the crates, which is when Aizawa could get a good look at him, and that he realized that the vigilante was shorter than him. "The powder is an integral ingredient for a drug here in Gotham. The drug, once combined with other ingredients and boiled into a liquid, makes a fear inducing toxin."

"Why two kinds of packages then?"

"They get shipped to two locations. One in the Narrows and another goes to a botany lab upstate." The man continued, "However, the Narrows is where the toxin comes from."

"So, what about the laboratory?"

"That's what I intended to find out before you interrupted me." The last part of that sentence was a lot more aggressive than the rest of their conversation.

Aizawa was annoyed but ignored it. "What about the other drug? The capsule."

Batman took a step back, picking up a package and breaking it open for the capsule. He pulled off the cap, revealing a needle inside, "This drug is experimental, it's been used to enhance people's quirks at variable rates." The vigilante recapped the drug before tapping the box at the two numbers, "These identify the ingredient amounts used. I have yet to verify what these ingredients are, but I was going to use this shipment as the opportunity to."

The man went to put it in his belt, but Eraserhead stopped him, wrapping his tendril around his arm, "Hold on, you tampered with evidence and I'm willing to let you pass on that. However, I cannot let you take that kind of drug with you!"

The two stared at each other for a minute, saying nothing. Eraser couldn't see the vigilante's face the entire time he'd been talking with him, but he could sense the tension rising in the room. The hero was expecting a fight to break out over this.

"Fine, I suppose I'll let your people handle this drug." The Batman raised his arm, placing the capsule in Aizawa's hand. "I will be handling the other drugs. You won't stop me there." The man turned away from the hero.

Aizawa moved over to the ingredients in the stuffed animals, then sighed, "Fine, I guess that's Gotham's problem anyways." He continued as he turned around, "You still have to-."

He was gone, as if he had never been there to begin with. For some reason this didn't settle well with Aizawa. He opened the capsule the vigilante had given him, he dismantled the syringe. The chemical inside was missing!

He burst out of the container, calling in on Hawks, "The vigilante was here; he ran off with a dangerous drug! Did you ever see him come out, Hawks?"

Aizawa had just busted down the warehouse door as the bird-based hero answered, "No, no one ever came out! Want me to search overhead?"

"Just go!"

The other hero was already on the move, bursting up and into the sky circling the shipping yard three times before moving into the city.

Aizawa had only just jumped back over the gate, meeting the police officers and Nezu who were accompanied by SWAT and Mr. Freeze, one of the local heroes.

He turned to the SWAT team, "There's a shipment of drugs in the third shipping container in the warehouse on the boat." Then he turned to Nezu, Gordon and Mr. Freeze, who were standing beside the cop's cruiser, "Batman got away, but Hawks is currently-."

"Eraser, I found him! He's headed towards Old Gotham, should I get him?"

"Wait for backup, Hawks." He turned back to the team, "Old Gotham."

Gordon nodded, turning towards Mr. Freeze, "You wanna help us out?"

The man in armor shook his head, placing his iconic freeze gun on his shoulder, "Unfortunately, I do not believe I am capable of moving that fast, nor can I fit in conventional vehicles." The man lowered his head behind the glass helmet which separated him from the heat of the outside world, "Sorry."

Gordon shrugged, "That's alright, Freeze. Help out the SWAT team here any way you can."

Another exchange of nods and Gordon was back in the vehicle, sirens and lights on, speeding down the road to try to catch up with the hero and the vigilante.