04-13-2017, 01:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-11-2017, 03:59 AM by Todd Ingram.)
Bruce walked further in the gang infested rat hole, a mistake someone would regret soon. It wasn't long before one of the humanoid creatures stood before him, towering over the uninvited guest looking down to him. He was wearing the same black jacket as some of the other guests had. They shared the same symbol on their back, a tribal looking silver jackal , it was obvious this was some sort of lowlife street gang. Their self appointed spokesperson spat on the floor in front of Bruce, "You're not welcome here, go back up before i decide to make you my personal bitch, you stuck up pussy. Run along back to your upper tier." The thread was followed by a shove. The ape looked stronger then he was, even though he placed some strength behind his arms it barely made Bruce move, that is if the detective didn't play along. By the off chance This place was monitored as well he couldn't really show the brute how this would've played out back in Gotham. The prime pretended to get shoved back against the door and held his hands up towards the attacker as a show of weakness, attempting to get out of This without having to break the idiot's face. "Look I don't want Any trouble, I will take my leave now."
The small time thug closed the gap between them and got in Bruce's face, "Yeah you better walk away you privileged pussy." His breath was almost as bad as sewerwaste on a fresh sundaymorning.
Not a second wasted the prime turned around and reached for the door. However A hairy hand pushes the door shut the moment Bruce opened it, " Not without your goodbye present."
The small fry balled a fist and send it flying. This sluggish half assed punch triggered Bruce's training and reflexes, dodging out of the way and countering with a left hook. The counterpunch landed on the brute's chin, providing the melodious sound of bones cracking before sending him flying on his back, silencing the entire bar. The detective took the opening he created to get the hell out and went back out on the streets. Looking over his shoulder he walked away from that stinkhole and got the hell out of there before more showed up. 'That punch was allot stronger then it would be on my earth. This universe seems to have a whole different set of natural laws.' Making several quick turns he was sure he wasn't followed. Leaning against the wall of a nearby ally he took a breather. 'I can't remember being Bruce Wayne was this difficult.'
Unfortunately for Bruce he wasn't allowed to rest for long, from across the road he heard a woman screaming, the sort of scream that would send chills down your spine. Looking out from the alley he noticed a man, woman and child being held at gunpoint by a few thugs. He recognized the symbols on their jackets from earlier, it seems this was the same gang. The victims were being forced into the alley across the street. This was exactly the kind of thing why Bruce became Batman, to fight injustice. Moving back into the shade he started to focus his omnilium in order to change back into his costume, he had to make sure no one from this verse sees Bruce Wayne charging in and beat that thrash into a pulp. His eyes were closed, but before the suit was even summoned he heard the one sound he feared most. *bang* A gunshot echoed through the streets of tier 5. *Bang* A second shot was fired and it was as time stood still. No longer concerned about his mask he rushed over. Infront of him, two bodies on the stone cold floor. The scene triggered harsh memories from his own past, when his parents were shot and killed. He was too late, within that few seconds he decided to change it was already too late. Bruce looked around but the child and culprits were nowhere to be seen. With a bald fist he slammed the wall on his right, leaving cracks inside it. 'You fucking idiot, you shouldn't have waited, this is what happens when you go around playing Bruce Wayne, people get killed!' His paranoia of getting on the empire's radar just ruined two innocent lives, and Bruce knew it.
A cough and moan coming from the woman on the floor indicated she was not yet dead, quickly the prime rushed over and took off his coat. He turned the woman around and noticed allot of blood around her chest. Using his coat to put pressure on the wound he attempted to stop the bleeding, "I need some help over here!" He shouted desperately. "Anyone!? Someone call a Ambulance, a medic, Something!" The woman underneath his hands started to lose consciousness. There was no time to lose, he picked up the woman and started making his way. Lost and alone he was approaching the first folks he saw, "This woman has been shot, she needs medical attention!" The first man walked straight past him, as if he didn't exist. A young woman across the street heard Bruce's plea and rushed over. 'The closest medical facility is nearby, follow me!" He followed the stranger who led him through the Gotham-like streets. Running through the litter and puddles of water laying around they ran like their life depended on it. Only it wasn't their life they were running for.
A few blocks later the woman stopped and pointed towards a large building. She was completely out of breath but still attempted to speak, "Over..there. It's a....emer..gency...room." Bruce didn't waste a second and took off, "Thank you! You're a kind person. Be careful out there!"
The doors opened automatically and in a large white chamber filled with sick and wounded people a man stood with a dying woman in his arms. Clothes covered in blood, out of breath from running but still strong enough to shout, "We need a goddamn medic over here, NOW! She's been shot!"
The small time thug closed the gap between them and got in Bruce's face, "Yeah you better walk away you privileged pussy." His breath was almost as bad as sewerwaste on a fresh sundaymorning.
Not a second wasted the prime turned around and reached for the door. However A hairy hand pushes the door shut the moment Bruce opened it, " Not without your goodbye present."
The small fry balled a fist and send it flying. This sluggish half assed punch triggered Bruce's training and reflexes, dodging out of the way and countering with a left hook. The counterpunch landed on the brute's chin, providing the melodious sound of bones cracking before sending him flying on his back, silencing the entire bar. The detective took the opening he created to get the hell out and went back out on the streets. Looking over his shoulder he walked away from that stinkhole and got the hell out of there before more showed up. 'That punch was allot stronger then it would be on my earth. This universe seems to have a whole different set of natural laws.' Making several quick turns he was sure he wasn't followed. Leaning against the wall of a nearby ally he took a breather. 'I can't remember being Bruce Wayne was this difficult.'
Unfortunately for Bruce he wasn't allowed to rest for long, from across the road he heard a woman screaming, the sort of scream that would send chills down your spine. Looking out from the alley he noticed a man, woman and child being held at gunpoint by a few thugs. He recognized the symbols on their jackets from earlier, it seems this was the same gang. The victims were being forced into the alley across the street. This was exactly the kind of thing why Bruce became Batman, to fight injustice. Moving back into the shade he started to focus his omnilium in order to change back into his costume, he had to make sure no one from this verse sees Bruce Wayne charging in and beat that thrash into a pulp. His eyes were closed, but before the suit was even summoned he heard the one sound he feared most. *bang* A gunshot echoed through the streets of tier 5. *Bang* A second shot was fired and it was as time stood still. No longer concerned about his mask he rushed over. Infront of him, two bodies on the stone cold floor. The scene triggered harsh memories from his own past, when his parents were shot and killed. He was too late, within that few seconds he decided to change it was already too late. Bruce looked around but the child and culprits were nowhere to be seen. With a bald fist he slammed the wall on his right, leaving cracks inside it. 'You fucking idiot, you shouldn't have waited, this is what happens when you go around playing Bruce Wayne, people get killed!' His paranoia of getting on the empire's radar just ruined two innocent lives, and Bruce knew it.
A cough and moan coming from the woman on the floor indicated she was not yet dead, quickly the prime rushed over and took off his coat. He turned the woman around and noticed allot of blood around her chest. Using his coat to put pressure on the wound he attempted to stop the bleeding, "I need some help over here!" He shouted desperately. "Anyone!? Someone call a Ambulance, a medic, Something!" The woman underneath his hands started to lose consciousness. There was no time to lose, he picked up the woman and started making his way. Lost and alone he was approaching the first folks he saw, "This woman has been shot, she needs medical attention!" The first man walked straight past him, as if he didn't exist. A young woman across the street heard Bruce's plea and rushed over. 'The closest medical facility is nearby, follow me!" He followed the stranger who led him through the Gotham-like streets. Running through the litter and puddles of water laying around they ran like their life depended on it. Only it wasn't their life they were running for.
A few blocks later the woman stopped and pointed towards a large building. She was completely out of breath but still attempted to speak, "Over..there. It's a....emer..gency...room." Bruce didn't waste a second and took off, "Thank you! You're a kind person. Be careful out there!"
The doors opened automatically and in a large white chamber filled with sick and wounded people a man stood with a dying woman in his arms. Clothes covered in blood, out of breath from running but still strong enough to shout, "We need a goddamn medic over here, NOW! She's been shot!"
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