Tim Drake (tacticalrobin) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-09-12 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | harley quinn |
Who: Robin and Harley!
What: The game of cat and mouse spreads to L.A.
When: September 12th, 2006. late night.
Where: the streets in the bad parts of town.
Warnings: possible violence?
L.A. Not many differences between it and Gotham. Gotham had the highest crime rate in the world. L.A. had it's own damage. Honestly with the way things were right now, Robin wasn't sure which was worse. Gotham had Arkham, L.A. supposedly had vampires. Real vampires from the crypt and not the D rated movie hissing at garlic kind. The pointy fanged, blood sucking, allergic to sunlight kind. Some nights he really did love what he did. Like tonight for example. Most nights he might have done things differently, more like Batman. In and out from the shadows. But tonight he wanted to draw attention. Bring Harley to him and let her know where he was. Really let lose on the criminal underworld and enjoy himself a little.
A street gang gathering in an alley with clubs, baseball bats. Other miscellaneous weapons. He was out numbered, and out gunned. But that was how it always was. That didn't mean he would be backing down. Every fight was the same. Against non fliers use the high ground, hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast. Don't stop moving. The leader was talking, a gun in hand until a sharp batterang knocked the weapon forward. All eyes on him, good. Just what he wanted. They'd be too busy watching him to get their weapons out with any skill. How many were there? How many lives was he in charge of this time?
He was always doing math in his head. Calculating and analyzing. The only real advantage these guys had were numbers, well that and their automatic weapons of coarse. Robin flipped and dodged, swerved and kept moving. Firing side to side patterns, not even aiming. That'll help. Robin thought sarcastically as he kept on his feet. At least he didn't have to worry about being quiet. Take out the gun and the guy at the same time. Fine. Robin threw his weight into the gunmen. Standing three together it was easy. They fell, Robin knocked them out. The noise should be enough to draw out the clown's partner. She was the curious social sort.