batwomans_gotham | Looking for Prey

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Looking for Prey

Thick leather boots gripped the edge of the rooftop as a young man peered over a rough end of the city. The east end, in particular. With the awful blackout that occurred not an hour ago, he was pretty busy. There had been no sign of Batwoman, and he was very glad of that. He was not...afraid, per se, just very wary when working the same time she was. He assumed she was very protective of her territory, which included the City, and he wasn't going to simply stand aside and let her be the only one cashing in on the fun.

Hunter grinned, there was a very poorly organized bank robbery that he had just foiled and the bumbling idiots had no idea who they were up against. He was new at this vigilante stuff, but after all he had been around criminals most of his life, unfortunately, and was too trained to be a fighter. Martial arts was something of a hobby in school, but he had persued it seriously once he had gotten older. He knew he would need it, with the kind of people hanging around at home. His theories were put to practice, of course, once he decided to don the costume.

Ah, looters. Will they never learn? He double-checked his crossbow and threw out one of his nifty new grappling guns, swinging to the chaos below.

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The alarm had sort of come out of nowhere, but Spoiler was thinking the same thing that Hunter was. Something big had to be in there. She tossed a flash grenade to break up the crowd of rioters even more, so they were small enough for the police to handle, before dropping by his side.

"Right beside you," note how she said beside instead of behind. As if they were a team, instead of one leading the other.

Spoiler pulled out a bat-a-rang in one hand, sneaking closer to the dark building.

He grinned when they came in together, it was kind of nice working in a team. Hunter was a lone wolf mostly by choice but even more by circumstance, and this little excerise was teaching him that yes, it was actually advantageous to work with others.

The crossbow was held straight in front of him rigidly, he almost was afraid that if some guy jumped through the fading smoke and mist from the leftover gas he would accidentally shoot them, he was so tense.

"Y'think they're armed?" he whispered as croutched lower as he got near the broken glass door. There was broken glass everywhere, the window displays were all broken and knocked about. "There's prolly a safe or somethin' in the back where they are."

"Would be a safe assumption," Spoiler replied. "If they are after something big, they would be armed and ready to take it."

She noticed how tense Hunter was, "just listen to your gut, it won't let you down."

Her advice did him some good, and it certainly proved yet again that she was a more experienced crime-fighter than he, no matter how old she might have been. He relaxed his arm a bit, but still kept his crossbow at the ready as he threw his back to the edge of the store wall, and considered peeking his head around the corner to see who was in there. But that could be dangerous in itself. He grabbed a large piece of glass, and angled it so he could see who was behind them.

"Uh...kinda dark. Got three big men, all with uzis or something. They're crowding around some lighted room in the back. Guess they brought a flashlight." He squinted, not being able to see anymore as they shifted and moved out of his line of sight.

"I think they're probably more than that, maybe more in the back. How do you think we oughter do this?" He felt a little awkward asking her, but she would probably know a way that wouldn't get them both killed.

"Flash grenades, and lots of them, times one after another. The light and noise would take them by surprise, and most likely make them waste bullets. At the last one, we go in, and take advantage of the situation."

"So let's do it," he grinned, a bit of good-natured madness flickering in his eyes. He loved getting the drop on people, he rather admired how Batwoman perfected the technique, but of course he wasn't going to ask her about it. "You'll havta take this one, as you can see I don't have any of the aforementioned."

Spoiler nodded, then quickly and quietly rolled the first of her flash grenades towards the goons. It soon dropped to a stop, and exploded into a bright flash of light, taking the robbers by surprise.

Hunter used this to his advantage and slid into the store a few feet past the door, still croutching down and having is crossbow at the ready. No one was shooting yet, which unfortunately meant they were smart.

Spoiler threw her next flash grenade, with a flick of her wrist she aimed it so it would come at them from a different angle. If these guys were as smart as they seemed, she would not want to give them her location.

There were yells, and he finally heard a wild shot, but other than that it was pretty quiet. Someone had probably an itchy trigger finger and that was about it.

"I hope they didn't sneak out through the back," said Hunter worriedly, leaning his crossbow on his shoulder for a moment.

"Lets go see, follow me and stay close to the ground." Spoiler slides forward, hoping that the men were still in the vincity.

Hunter had her back, taking a moment to make sure the outside was secured (barely, but with the police the riot was quieting a bit) and he crept inward slowly. He could see a bare faint outline of figures and fedoras, and he groaned.

"Great." He squinted through the fading mist. He whispered. "Uh...they probably don't have a back way out, or if they do they won't be able to reach it in time. Wanna bust in on them or make this a steathly job?"

"Stealth, give them least time to shoot at us." Spoiler whispered in reply.

She lowered herself to the ground, and started to commando-crawl towards the figures. Trying to get numbers and sizes that they would have to deal with.

He nodded (though what good would that do in the dark), and let her take the lead, following her crawling style. Even though that was a little hard, balancing his crossbow and all that, trying not to let it make that clickety-clack noise. He popped his head up as they were deeper into the store, and they could hear voices. Two men were stationed at the dimly lit doorframe.

"So what is dis thing dat they're makin' sucha fuss ovah?"

"Beats me. Just do yer job and shaddap."

There was two of them, and two of the guards. Spoiler quietly signalled for Hunter to take one side while she took the other. If they were lucky, they could take the two men at the doorway down without making much noise. Quickly, quietly, and without calling attention to themselves.

He understood what she was going for, and he crept closer to his side. He knew she wouldn't want them to be killed, even thought that would probably be the quietest way, a slightly ruthless part of himself thought. But instead he strung his crossbow through the leather holster on his back, and lept on his quarry, placing his gloved hand on his mouth to stifle the muffling and thwacking him good and hard on the head with his fist. It didn't bring him down and he flailed, Hunter sucked in his breath, thinking if he whacked the wall a bit someone would notice, so he dragged him through the store, trying not to step on the crackly glass. He thwacked him again hard in the soft part of his neck where a pressure point was, and he finally went down.

Spoiler meanwhile had a bit more practice using pressure points to take a man down. She had slid up behind her target, and took him down with a quick thack along the back of his spine, and then dragged the body away from the door.

She crawled to the door frame, and cautiously peered inside. Trying to figure out what exactly was going on in there.

Hunter had dragged his quarry off to the side two, a bit miffed that Spoiler was so adept at such and he was struggling like he was new at this. Well, he actually was, but that didn't mean he had to look it.

He was careful not to step on any of the glass and stayed low to the ground, peeking into the room as well. He could make out a gaggle of men, half wearing fedoras and fine suits, all crowding around something in a dirty little table in the middle of the room. They were talking in hushed whispers, like they knew someone was listening. Or maybe they were afraid of any other people outside the store in the riot of catching wind of the prize they had found.

One man lifted an item from the box or bag or whatever they had in the middle, and a portable lamp was raised up, and an intense flurry of sparkles sprinkled all over the room.

"Put dat away 'afore someone else sees! We'll be lucky if we can make off wit all o' dem in this mess outside."

"Lootahs have there good and bad points, I suppose."

Spoiler looked over to Hunter, she had a flash grenade in her hand, from the angle she could toss it under neath the table and catch the men off guard. Without words, because words would give the element of surprise away, she was checking to see if he was ready to fire off some crossbolts into the room. Take out as many of the men as he could, perhaps by pinning them to the wall or injuring them.

Hunter took a moment to check on what Spoiler was doing (something he had to think rather consciously about, since he had never worked with anyone before) and saw her give him a long look, seeming to check out his crossbow. He nodded slightly, seeing what was in her hand. Aha. Nice. Too bad they werne't like those commandoes that had all those nifty hand signals, but nods and hard stares would have to do for now. He reached into his pack and took out a bolt that would spray mini-bolts outwards, fairly dangerous but he had the feeling she wanted him to be the nonlethal sort. He had a few more bolts in his hand at the ready to reload as soon as he could, and aimed it carefully at the men nearest to the wall, and nodded to her. He was ready.

Spoiler returned the nod, then tossed the flash grenade into the room. It landed underneath the table, and exploded in light.

As soon as the grenade left her hand he skidded in front of the door, spraying his bolts into the room, aiming particularly for those in the back, and his aim was true and they were pinned. He shoved another bolt in and aimed it for the man who looked like he was in charge, in the dim light and confusion he seemed to be the one carrying himself a little higher than the others, wearing finer clothes he had noticed. But before he got a chance to even yell his threat for them to shaddap and sit down, someone started firing a machine gun madly everywhere, seemingly not even caring if he hit his own men.

"Hit the deck!" he yelled mainly to Spoiler as he threw himself on the ground to avoid the shots.

Spoiler luckily had not moved from the ground, and covered her head with her hands as the machine gun fired off. She rolled in a tear-gas grenade, hoping to get the shooter unbalanced.

Hunter was now doubly and triply glad he has this experienced girl on his side, as the tear gas grenade blew and sent acrid smoke everywhere. He took a deep breath of fresh air before diving in slightly recklessly, as the shooter had not stopped shooting just yet but he hit the man's leg's with a heavy tackle, sending the machine gun flying and clacking against the wall.

Spoiler grabbed the machine gun, and the stood in the doorway, "all right, everyone hands up. My partner and I got you surrounded!"

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