05-20-2017, 05:29 AM
'Two guards, one entrance to the facility. This must be the warehouse where they keep the children.'
From a distance, Batman was observing. Even though the thought of children being shipped off to do god what made his blood boil, he had to stay calm. Rage and anger would lead to mistakes he couldn't afford right now. With any other case he would find a way inside without being seen, but this time, he wanted them to know what was coming. He wanted them to feel fear. Making his way down he made damn sure both members of the gang saw him as he walked up to him, dressed in his black armor.
"Take a look at this joker." One of the guards joked against his partner as the vigilante got up in their faces.
"Me? The Joker?" The unknown costumed man spoke with his distorted voice. "No, I know the Joker, and you can consider yourself lucky, I'm way more lenient than that clown." Before the guard was given the chance to respond, Batman's fist immobilized his voice by crushing the windpipe. With a wide open mouth the guard was gasping for air, creating nothing but a wheezing sound, slowly resorting to a fetal position on the ground.
Without second thought a weapon was drawn, the other guard pointed a gun like weapon at the vigilante. Before the gunman was allowed to take proper aim, Batman disarmed him by grabbing the wrist and breaking his arm. A loud crack was heard, followed by a agonizing scream as the bone nearly pierced the skin.
"W-who the fuck are you?!" The desperate man cried out.
"I'm -the- motherfucking Batman! And now you shall suffer for all the pain you punks have caused. Where are the children?!" His rough voice inspired fear deep within the man, who felt like a small scared boy that was about to piss himself.
The whimpering coward started to shake unintentionally but was quick enough to respond before getting even more hurt, "They are being loaded, in the back, they may even be gone already, please, it hurts so much!"
Not the type of criminal Bruce was used to, so easy to give in. A well aimed right hook disabled the man's consciousness and fell to the floor. There was no time to waste, quickly he rushed towards the back of the hideout.
From a distance he witnessed the last child being loaded into a white van, the moment of shock made him careless and got spotted by one of the men near the van. unfortunately for the vigilante they had their weapons at the ready and immediately started firing, forcing Batman to dodge for cover. Unwillingly seeking shelter behind some crates he could hear the vehicle moving, he had to move, NOW!
Equipped with a few batarangs he emerged above the crate he was covering behind. Time appeared to stand still for a single moment as his mind took aim, hand eye coordination was motivated to perform extraordinary. With a single motion he send two of his metal throwing weapons flying towards two different targets. One was hit in his trigger hand, the other was less lucky and felt the batarangs pierce his stomach. Immediately the shooting stopped as the screaming guards were tending to their freshly created wounds. No time to waste on trash, the vehicle was already in its way. Luckily he was prepared, using a small computer like gadget on his arm he heard a familiar sound closing in from a distance. The loud engine roared as the Batmobile came crashing through the walls of the facility, barely slowing down as the prime jumped into its seat, closing the hood above him. In the distance he could see his target move, it increased its speed, clearly trying to get away from its attacker. From the back of the hero's eccentric vehicle a flame emerged as it gave the boost that was needed to gain ground. The high speed chase through the fifth tier wouldn't go unnoticed by local law, he had to move quick before anyone interfered with his justice.
Not before long Batman managed to drive his iconic car next to the vehicle containing the children. Above his head the cockpit opened, activating autopilot the car continued at the same speed. It gave Bruce the freedom to make the jump. Pushing off from the edge of the car he jumped against the white van, the blades of his gauntlet made it possible to catch something resembling a decent grip while climbing to the roof. Finally, it was time to end this. Making his way over the roof towards the driver's seat he barely kept his balance. He had to play this careful, if the vehicle crashed it would be catastrophic for the future slaves in the back. Using his grappling gun once more he shot the hook through the roof of the van, only allowing a very short piece of cable to be released. But a short piece was all he needed, using his gadget to lower himself to driver's side of the van he made a single swing and reached the car door, putting himself in a very vulnerable position, luckily for him the driver noticed too late Batman opened the door. With a single swift motion the driver was removed from his seat, and was placed on the street. Thanks to the high speed of the vehicle the landing was anything but pleasant, the driver tumbled across the pavement until a friendly nearby wall stopped him.
Bruce took the seat and got the van to a halt. There was only one more thing to do. The vigilante walked to the back of the van, with a batarang in his hand he was prepared to take out any guards that might be in the back of the van. With a fluent motion Batman opened the door, prepared to take out anyone in his way, yet it wasn't a guard he found. In the back there was a group of several children cowering together as the saw the intimidating costume. "You are safe now." He said, not able to bring across the meaning of the sentence. Whether it was panic or fear what made them cry it didn't matter, they were safe, even if they didn't realize it yet. From a distance he heard local law approach, no matter what world he was in, he could always tell by the similar sounds they produce when closing in.
Before leaving the scene he walked towards the unconscious driver, dragging his fat ass back to the van, only to leave him next to it, with a batarang placed on his forehead. It was a sign, a warning, for anyone willing to listen. Moments before local law takes over the scene he found his way to a safe distance to observe. The children were safe as they were taken out of the van by several white armored soldiers, known as stormtroopers in this world. Once he saw the boy he recognized from the ally he knew he succeeded. He wasn't able to bring the dad back from the dead but at least mother and son are able to be reunited. Bruce felt a sense of relief as the weight fell off his shoulders. But it was clear his story within the Omniverse was just beginning. Word will spread of Batman being a prime and a resident, and before long, the psychos will follow, they always do. For now, he had to start building a life as Bruce, his cover.
One of the local law enforcers took the batarang that he left on the mashed up body of the driver. Bruce waited until every child was taken care of, before vanishing into the night. The Dark Knight has made his statement.
From a distance, Batman was observing. Even though the thought of children being shipped off to do god what made his blood boil, he had to stay calm. Rage and anger would lead to mistakes he couldn't afford right now. With any other case he would find a way inside without being seen, but this time, he wanted them to know what was coming. He wanted them to feel fear. Making his way down he made damn sure both members of the gang saw him as he walked up to him, dressed in his black armor.
"Take a look at this joker." One of the guards joked against his partner as the vigilante got up in their faces.
"Me? The Joker?" The unknown costumed man spoke with his distorted voice. "No, I know the Joker, and you can consider yourself lucky, I'm way more lenient than that clown." Before the guard was given the chance to respond, Batman's fist immobilized his voice by crushing the windpipe. With a wide open mouth the guard was gasping for air, creating nothing but a wheezing sound, slowly resorting to a fetal position on the ground.
Without second thought a weapon was drawn, the other guard pointed a gun like weapon at the vigilante. Before the gunman was allowed to take proper aim, Batman disarmed him by grabbing the wrist and breaking his arm. A loud crack was heard, followed by a agonizing scream as the bone nearly pierced the skin.
"W-who the fuck are you?!" The desperate man cried out.
"I'm -the- motherfucking Batman! And now you shall suffer for all the pain you punks have caused. Where are the children?!" His rough voice inspired fear deep within the man, who felt like a small scared boy that was about to piss himself.
The whimpering coward started to shake unintentionally but was quick enough to respond before getting even more hurt, "They are being loaded, in the back, they may even be gone already, please, it hurts so much!"
Not the type of criminal Bruce was used to, so easy to give in. A well aimed right hook disabled the man's consciousness and fell to the floor. There was no time to waste, quickly he rushed towards the back of the hideout.
From a distance he witnessed the last child being loaded into a white van, the moment of shock made him careless and got spotted by one of the men near the van. unfortunately for the vigilante they had their weapons at the ready and immediately started firing, forcing Batman to dodge for cover. Unwillingly seeking shelter behind some crates he could hear the vehicle moving, he had to move, NOW!
Equipped with a few batarangs he emerged above the crate he was covering behind. Time appeared to stand still for a single moment as his mind took aim, hand eye coordination was motivated to perform extraordinary. With a single motion he send two of his metal throwing weapons flying towards two different targets. One was hit in his trigger hand, the other was less lucky and felt the batarangs pierce his stomach. Immediately the shooting stopped as the screaming guards were tending to their freshly created wounds. No time to waste on trash, the vehicle was already in its way. Luckily he was prepared, using a small computer like gadget on his arm he heard a familiar sound closing in from a distance. The loud engine roared as the Batmobile came crashing through the walls of the facility, barely slowing down as the prime jumped into its seat, closing the hood above him. In the distance he could see his target move, it increased its speed, clearly trying to get away from its attacker. From the back of the hero's eccentric vehicle a flame emerged as it gave the boost that was needed to gain ground. The high speed chase through the fifth tier wouldn't go unnoticed by local law, he had to move quick before anyone interfered with his justice.
Not before long Batman managed to drive his iconic car next to the vehicle containing the children. Above his head the cockpit opened, activating autopilot the car continued at the same speed. It gave Bruce the freedom to make the jump. Pushing off from the edge of the car he jumped against the white van, the blades of his gauntlet made it possible to catch something resembling a decent grip while climbing to the roof. Finally, it was time to end this. Making his way over the roof towards the driver's seat he barely kept his balance. He had to play this careful, if the vehicle crashed it would be catastrophic for the future slaves in the back. Using his grappling gun once more he shot the hook through the roof of the van, only allowing a very short piece of cable to be released. But a short piece was all he needed, using his gadget to lower himself to driver's side of the van he made a single swing and reached the car door, putting himself in a very vulnerable position, luckily for him the driver noticed too late Batman opened the door. With a single swift motion the driver was removed from his seat, and was placed on the street. Thanks to the high speed of the vehicle the landing was anything but pleasant, the driver tumbled across the pavement until a friendly nearby wall stopped him.
Bruce took the seat and got the van to a halt. There was only one more thing to do. The vigilante walked to the back of the van, with a batarang in his hand he was prepared to take out any guards that might be in the back of the van. With a fluent motion Batman opened the door, prepared to take out anyone in his way, yet it wasn't a guard he found. In the back there was a group of several children cowering together as the saw the intimidating costume. "You are safe now." He said, not able to bring across the meaning of the sentence. Whether it was panic or fear what made them cry it didn't matter, they were safe, even if they didn't realize it yet. From a distance he heard local law approach, no matter what world he was in, he could always tell by the similar sounds they produce when closing in.
Before leaving the scene he walked towards the unconscious driver, dragging his fat ass back to the van, only to leave him next to it, with a batarang placed on his forehead. It was a sign, a warning, for anyone willing to listen. Moments before local law takes over the scene he found his way to a safe distance to observe. The children were safe as they were taken out of the van by several white armored soldiers, known as stormtroopers in this world. Once he saw the boy he recognized from the ally he knew he succeeded. He wasn't able to bring the dad back from the dead but at least mother and son are able to be reunited. Bruce felt a sense of relief as the weight fell off his shoulders. But it was clear his story within the Omniverse was just beginning. Word will spread of Batman being a prime and a resident, and before long, the psychos will follow, they always do. For now, he had to start building a life as Bruce, his cover.
One of the local law enforcers took the batarang that he left on the mashed up body of the driver. Bruce waited until every child was taken care of, before vanishing into the night. The Dark Knight has made his statement.