I'm the mother f*cking Batman (bat_knight) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-02-29 07:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce wayne/batman |
Who: Batman
What: This is not the Batman you know. Future Bats comes to the past
Where: Well known gang meeting spot in a warehouse in Lawrence
When: Early morning hours of the 29th
Status/Rating Narrative Complete/PG-13
Batman had been in the middle of dealing with a current gang threat, really the only gang threat left, in Lawrence when everything shifted on him. His eyes narrowed some and he looked around, bringing the Glock up and scanning the area. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except the gang members that had surrounded him were gone. His eyes narrowed behind the mask and he moved through the warehoue when he heard movement. He smirked some as several members of a gang surrounded him.
His eyes took them all in, their weapons they held, and he was unimpressed. As they began taunting him for being outnumbered and surrounded, he suddenly spun around, pulling out a Beretta and began firing, each bullet hitting their mark. More gang members started swarming out and he just grinned. He began moving, ducking and weaving as he fired off his shots, the specialized reloaders doing their job as he paused for only a second. When his Glock was knocked from his hand, he viciously brought his spiked gauntlet left forearm across the thug's throat, slashing it. He went down with a gurgled scream.
Holstering the Beretta, Batman pulled the shotgun out and unloaded the first round point blank into a gang member's head. He gave it a pump, sliding a new round into the chamber before firing into another man's chest. He repeated the action until the gun was out of shells before sliding it back into the hoslter on his back.
He reached up and tugged the sword free on his back before rushing in, the blade flashing in the dim light as he made short work of the rest of the gang. He surveyed the scene before going back through and making sure the seventeen men that had tried to kill him were dead before flicking his blade clean. He noticed some chemistry looking supplies and his lip curled in disgust. Meth lab. Pulling out some custom made flare looking sticks, he activated them and tossed them into areas where they'd catch fire the quickest. Then he left the warehouse, not even flinching as it burst into flames with a loud explosion.
Seeing a newspaper half crumpled, he picked it up and looked at the date. 2012 again...I wonder what the exact date is... he thought. Tossing the paper away he moved to the rooftops and found a dark, safe perch before pulling out a mini Batcomputer he had made and began checking the boards.