fliesbynight (fliesbynight) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-06-01 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | black canary, nightwing |
Who: Nightwing and Black Canary
Where: Gotham City
When: June 1, 2014
What: Dick and Dinah chat about what the future holds.
Rating: PG-13. Violence. NPC thugs.
The warehouse doors slid open, the thugs grinning as they spotted the crates. A cro bar was shoved under the lid, prying a crate open to show the guns nesting inside. "Too good to be true... A whole shipment of choppers meant for Bludhaven's docks, abandoned for our good procuration."
"Quiet. These things make me nervous."
"What, Bat still gottya all spooked?"
"You said it yourself. Too good to be true. The Bat likes to show up for things like dat."
A light shone on the wall, two points like the steepled ears of the Batman's cowl spreading a long shadow over the gun runners. Two of them immediately started to bolt, but the remaining three just raised their guns and tried to see beyond the light while cursing.
Nightwing was grinning as he lowered his hand, using his index and pinky to shadow puppet the 'Batman' on the wall in front of his light. "Sorry to disappoint, seeing as I'm not Batman." He threw two grappling lines toward the two fleeing thieves to ensnare their legs. "Hope I'll do in his place in the meantime." He saw the angle the guns were leveling at him, flipped in an easy arc over their line of fire, escrima sticks coming out as he raced into the thick of them.
Whump! Whap! Thack!
Dick checked his opponents swiftly to be sure they were truly down and out, then he swept the sticks back into their holders at his back. "Well, so much for a workout," he muttered, starting toward the two thieves trying to untangle their legs by the warehouse doors. "Well, since everyone else is down for a nap, how about you boys fill me in on..." A noise alerted him, the doors groaning a bit more as four sets of hands opened the doors wider. Six barrels leveled toward him while the center figure with a cigar grinned unpleasantly.
"Well, for once I'd like to thank one of ya tight-wearun' freaks." The man blew smoke out his nose. "Weren't for you, they mighta gotten the shipment 'afor us."
"Heh heh heh, oh yeah, that woulda been bad," Nightwing said with a wide smile. Then sprint and dove for cover, gunfire chasing him. He leaned his back against a rusty rail crate. "Well, this is bad," he mused to himself even while keeping track of the number of bullets rattling the crate and squirming about as bullets found their way through the metal.