05-13-2017, 06:11 PM
A cold artificially created breeze found its way through the streets of Corusant's fifth tier, climbing up the walls of one of the taller buildings to provide just enough updraft to lift the lower parts of a leather cape. The cape attached to the iconic figure standing on top of the building, observing the gritty streets below. The caped crusader returned and was now following a small group of thugs wearing the same symbol of the silver jackal as the ones who attacked the family. It was obvious something was going on, more and more of the gang members gathered near a nightclub. No matter what world, scum will always gather near rat holes like this. The bright neon lights in front of the place of leisure was bright, it would put him right in the spotlight, something he'd like to avoid. But as luck may have it two broke away from the group and headed into the alley next to the club. Bruce made his way across the roofs. Standing on the nearest ledge he observed the two gangsters smoking whatever it was they smoked. Using the shadows as cover the vigilante jumped down, his cape provided the ability to glide down silently. At the last few seconds he dove down like a predator bird to catch it's first meal of the day. With gravity as his ally he crushed one of the suspects into the ground as he 'landed'. Without wasting the opportunity that the element of surprise provided he lunched at the second thug. Before the cigarette landed on the ground the skinny man was forced against the stone wall of the club, facing the raged filled crime fighter. The victim's brain was unable to comprehend the series of events that were unfolding in front of him. A grown man, dressed in a black combat suit with a bat like scowl just beat the living crap out of his partner and now pressing a black gloved hand against his throat, asking all sorts of questions.
The intimidating rough voice made its way to the centre of the criminal, awakening a fear deep within. "Where did you take the boy?!"
Shaking in his boots the scrawny man nearly pissed himself before whimpering, "W-w-what boy?"
A tightly clenched fist found its way against the wall mere inches from the wimp's face. "Last night, a family was attacked, father shot dead, mother was left to die, a boy got taken by one of your group. Now tell me, where is the boy?" Once more the deep voice threatened the already scared man.
The mind of a lowlife is easily broken, like a hummingbird the thug started to sing all the information Bruce needed, "T-There is a warehouse, they collect the children there before they are send away."
"Send away? To where?"
The man knew he was in trouble, no matter how he would answer the question, it wouldn't end well for him. "They...are sold." The moment those words left the lowlife already bloodied lips he could see a fist ending his consciousness . The body crumbled to the floor. Bruce realized what was going on, these monsters were trafficking children.
"Hey! What's going on over there?!" A strange voice yelled from the other side of the alley. Not a question Bruce was willing to answer. Using his grappling gun he quickly found his way back to the roofs of Coruscant's fifth tier. Next stop, the warehouse.
The intimidating rough voice made its way to the centre of the criminal, awakening a fear deep within. "Where did you take the boy?!"
Shaking in his boots the scrawny man nearly pissed himself before whimpering, "W-w-what boy?"
A tightly clenched fist found its way against the wall mere inches from the wimp's face. "Last night, a family was attacked, father shot dead, mother was left to die, a boy got taken by one of your group. Now tell me, where is the boy?" Once more the deep voice threatened the already scared man.
The mind of a lowlife is easily broken, like a hummingbird the thug started to sing all the information Bruce needed, "T-There is a warehouse, they collect the children there before they are send away."
"Send away? To where?"
The man knew he was in trouble, no matter how he would answer the question, it wouldn't end well for him. "They...are sold." The moment those words left the lowlife already bloodied lips he could see a fist ending his consciousness . The body crumbled to the floor. Bruce realized what was going on, these monsters were trafficking children.
"Hey! What's going on over there?!" A strange voice yelled from the other side of the alley. Not a question Bruce was willing to answer. Using his grappling gun he quickly found his way back to the roofs of Coruscant's fifth tier. Next stop, the warehouse.