Ascension 2

Chapter 23: Battle For Old Gotham Part Two. 

The Penguin stood on the deck of the Final Offer. Plans flashed through his mind. His crew was the mixed lot. Mostly European mobsters, some of the most rough and tumble chaps that money could buy. Given that his ship was officially registered in Somalia, there were many Africans on the ship. It didn't matter to the Penguin.

"A bunch of degenerates, but the lads are hungry," Cobblepot muttered to himself as he looked down the rag tag crew. A wild toothy grin manifested on his face. "Every one of them has a mother and they'd kill the dotty bitch if the price was right."

There was really no question about it, Oswald Cobblepot was someone who had always tried to get the most out of his crew. He turned to them as Mr. Walrus and Mr. Carpenter took their spots center stage in front of the crew. In front of Cobblepot, there was the motley crew of gentlemen and The Penguin used that term in the loosest sense of the word. There were crates, containing weapons beyond the imaginings of many and those weapons would bring forth his domination.

Both Mr. Carpenter and Mr. Walrus, they were well armed to say the very least. Walrus was packing a shotgun and Carpenter as a light machine gun, the LMG something that he was an expert in handling. Penguin looked over them, satisfied.

"Alright, you lads are here, and you're ready, I can see it, you're pretty hungry, but being hungry ain't going to mean shit if you're incompetent," The Penguin said as he laughed. "Alright, I'm going to explain what I want from you boys and I'm going to explain this nice and slowly. If you have a beef with this plan, well I'm sure Mr. Walrus and Mr. Carpenter will straighten the lot of you out."

The two gentlemen in question nodded as the Penguin cracked his knuckles and responded. "We're here at the docks, in Amusement Mile, and it's time to step our foot into Gotham. Maroni's been put away, the Roman's lost his mind and is in the nuthouse, so that means this city, is ours for the taking, and believe me, son, we're going to take it right now."

There was a raucous round of cheers as Cobblepot prepared for his next round. He was not going to mince his words, with this lot, they needed key direction. The weapons that they had, well it would get them only so far but it was his leadership that would lead them to an entirely different direction in life.

"Boys, these are not your ordinary toys, and they'll take out these fuckers who think that they can step on our turf," The Penguin continued as he clutched the handle of his Umbrella. Inside was a concealed blade that he would cut anyone up with, that was if he didn't shoot them down first. He did like him some variety however. "So if you seem any one of Maroni's men, or the Roman's men, sniffing around where we set up shop, make sure they bugger off, permanently."

There was no denying what the Penguin was trying to say to them right now, one didn't need to be a genius to be able to read between the lines, as cruel as his statement was and his statement could be extremely cruel.

"Gotham is ours for the taking, it's just a matter of having the right….tools to take it," the cagey bird continued with an insidious laugh. "Now, it's time to separate the men form the boys here, and it's time to take the city by storm."

The Final Offer was docked into town and the Penguin leaned to survey his city.

"Boys, you know what to do, it's your play now, don't bugger this up," The Penguin informed them and his men cheered before they made their way into Gotham City. "And shoot first and ask questions later if anyone you don't know steps one foot near Amusement Mile!"

Walrus pointed to the crate that was off to the side and he kicked it open with a grunt, revealing the goodies that were inside. The group cheered loudly as they scrambled to get themselves a piece of the action. There were assault rifles that people would give their left arms to even hold for a night.

"Everyone step forward, and get yourself one," Walrus said as he looked at them, a wide and brutish grin on his face. Three years ago, he suffered a traumatic event that humiliated him. Things changed and no one would get the better of him again.

He would have power and it was through the Penguin's gang that would allow him to stand tall, as someone like him would do.

"Those bastards won't know what hit them!" one of the thugs bellowed, bumping his fist into the air.

"Yeah, death to the Roman, death to Maroni!" another goon cheered as they armed themselves, ready to walk forward. They were ready to go and ready to wipe out anyone who was not a part of their group.

The Penguin clutched the handle of his umbrella and gave a grin as he turned to his two main men. "Gentlemen, if they wanted a battle, well I'll give 'em a bloody war."

Sionis Steel Mill was the scene, just seconds after Black Mask got the news and the order was made. His men were a higher class of the usual common mobster or even those thugs that the Penguin had at his disposal. They were walking around in groups, arriving, armed to the teeth. They waited to the room to strike their enemies.

"So, where's the boss?" one of the men wondered and another chuckled.

"Patience, the man will be here, just be patient," another man said. They were all dressed to the tee in suits, wearing masks. They were similar to those of which Black Mask wore, equally gaunt, but no near as elaborate. Still it gave them the appearance that they were men that were not willing to fuck with. A storm cloud rolled into Gotham City, perhaps an ominous sign of things to come.

An older gentlemen, weedy looking, ushered them around. He was a butler of Black Mask's for all intents and purposes and not a man to be fucked with. "Okay, you lot know what to expect, budge up there, get into the groups, exactly as we planned."

The men were divided into groups, each for their own distinct purpose.

"Memorize this information, down to the last period, the boss will not be happy if you do not," the butler said urgently and with his own neck on the line, he was inclined to ensure that these gentlemen managed to memorize all of this information, right down to the last punctuation mark. After double checking it to make sure everyone had their own copy. "And if you don't memorize this information, it will be on your own heads."

Seconds letter, the phone rang, the signal that he needed to pick up.

"Yes," the butler said in a crisp voice and he nodded his head. The phone that was in his hand, it was almost like a bomb about ready to go off. "Indeed….well I'll tell them, yes, of course sir, they're all here, they're all ready."

The butler turned as the men in the parking lot waited. They were armed and ready to go. It was time.

"Gentlemen, he's given the order, you all know what to do," the butler said as he ensured that all eyes were on him.

There was a movement of them all to get into position. They moved into the pre-made groups and soon Black Mask would have Gotham City bow before him.

Gunfire, it was loud and Diana heard it just as well as Harry as the two of them tried to move to the source of the explosions.

'Who do you think set it off?' Diana thought to Harry and he thought that was a fair enough question. Looking around, Harry got a good look around.

'Could be another dispute between the pockets of Maroni's and Falcone's forces that are still out there,' Harry suggested.

They figured that it was something much more when they arrived to their destination. There were bodies, mangled and bloodied bodies, as far as the eye could see. There was a moment where Diana watched, she had heard some rumors about how violent the gang battles in Gotham City could get but they had to believe what they saw.

Harry recognized a few faces as men who were associated with both Maroni and Falcone.

'We might have trouble….no scratch that, we do have trouble,' Harry said as he saw a particularly famous hot spot that the Gotham City's elite hung out at. He saw a group of familiar faces march in. They were wearing suits and carrying high class weapons, all wearing masks that covered their faces. And with some of those faces, the masks were a welcome addition.

'Black Mask….figures,' Dinah thought grimly but she kept herself calm and neutral other than that one outburst.

A barrage of bullets was sent towards Harry and Diana, the orders were to shoot anyone who was not a part of their gang.

Instinctively, Diana lifted up her bracelets and deflected the bullets with them. The bullets harmlessly bounced off with a loud ping as she struck a badass pose, to general applause to those who were in the bond link.

There was one person who questioned the fact that this was possible. Hermione felt the need to chime in with her two cents, stammering all of the way. 'How….how….how….'

'Very easily, they're made to deflect bullets,' Diana commented without missing a beat as she grabbed one of the thugs and slammed him up against the wall. It was only a fraction of the strength that she could have used however it did knock the wind out of him.

'But logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible,' Hermione thought to the other members of the group.

'Yes, because magic and anything regarding it is the utter epitome of all things logical,' Donna thought to Hermione, with a sigh. Having Hermione in her head sometimes caused her head to work.

Diana blocked out the banter, she took them down one at a time, sending them crashing down to the ground with a thunderous thump.

'A few of Falcone's men are still in the fray, a few of Maroni's, but about eighty percent of this is Black Mask's,' Harry thought to her as he sent the guns ripping from their hands. It was hard to lock onto more than a couple of targets at once and since that there were so many of them, it was doubly hard to say the very least, but naturally, they were going to try their best to take them down.

Diana disabled the men with a fraction of her strength. She felt the rush that spread through her body that was unlike anything else. One of them tried to get her from behind but Harry caused his gun to weigh about five times more. He lost his balance and Harry jumped into the air, grabbed him around the neck, and slammed him down on the back of his neck.

It was not a pretty attack but it did the best that it could. At least the goons were down once again. Diana once again stuck her stance and blocked a second barrage of bullets, from impacting her and Harry. This second amazing display caused applause to resound through the bond once more.

When Donna and Lyta both realized that they were in agreement, both of them huffed and crossed their arms.

'Proves that you were just following my lead,' Donna thought, curling her lip with a sneer.

'Could you please remove the stick from your ass?' Lyta asked in a biting tone and she could almost feel her father give a stern look towards her as he took down some bad guys. Their heads bounced off of the pavement as he manipulated their attacks against each other. 'Sorry, Daddy.'

'We will be having a talk about your choice of language, although I do fear that you get it from your older sister, both of them actually,' Hippolyta thought to her older daughters, both of them were pouting.

The goons went down hard and Harry pulled Diana in a one armed hug, and she smiled. The two of them shared a heated kiss and Harry pulled away, finally able to catch his breath.

"You did great, honestly you did," Harry told her and Diana nodded, pleased at his praise but she thought that she should have done much letter.

More gunfire could be heard out in the distance and Harry knew that this was just the teaser, the preliminary bout of the evening. The main event was still to come. Harry stepped out and he saw a group of thugs, belonging to a gang of a British mobster known as the Penguin. He had seen the man's name come up in the papers a couple times.

They engaged in a fight with Maroni and Falcone's men but the only difference was that these men, they had more sophisticated weapons than the mobsters did. In fact, their weapons were military grade weapons. . Harry made a decision of what he wanted to in a snap.

'Diana, I need you back to the Penthouse, to run Mission Control, and find Faora, both of you have tactical experience that will help big time,' Harry thought as it was only a small favor that civilians were not caught on the crossfire, at least not yet. 'Teleport back and….'

'I understand,' Diana thought as she stole a quick kiss and made her way off into the night.

'I should be there in a little bit, all I need to do is suit up,' Dinah informed Harry and Harry nodded.

'Good, I better raise the right alarms, because we're in a tight situation,' Harry thought as he prepared to dial up someone who might be able to help with this situation, at least he hoped that the individual could do so.

'I'll get her there, just….' Diana thought and she paused as Harry had already made her a Portkey to bring her back easily. 'Quick on your feet.'

'It's almost like I planned ahead,' Harry thought and there was not another word other than that. He had a quick call to make.

"Gordon, there's gunfire, Maroni and Falcone's men are shooting up the street, but they're not the only ones, there's a new party in town, he calls himself the Penguin, he's a British Mobster, and his men have docked in Gotham City and Black Mask may be involved," Harry said in his Nightwing voice as he slipped into the shadows, preparing to suit up.

He allowed Gordon to get the message loud and clear but he couldn't stick around for chit-chat. Once he switched into full costume, he held a grenade in his hand and flung it.

Smoke covered the street and Harry could still hear the gunfire and the explosions, it seemed like everyone was shooting because if they let up, that would be the end. He kept himself covered, the smoke had allowed for a bit of confusion and there was the yells of many people in the smoke and the fog.

Harry looked up and sure enough Dinah was there, suited up with her gear on. Harry would have to say that the new suit, suited her, but he was going to have to worry about fashion later. Right now, the two of them locked eyes.

Dinah stood up, there was more gun fire, even greater explosions, and smoke that flew into the air. The blonde understood better than anyone else that she was in for a long night and she joined Harry. Another smoke grenade hurled into the air and gave the two crime fighters the cover they needed.

The two of us used the cloud cover so they could pick their spots wisely. Thugs fell down, some of them having been maneuvered into taking each other out.

'Well this will be a long evening,' Harry thought and that statement could be agreed with by all.

James Gordon had just got the call and he was not quite sure what he could make of it. He was pretty sure that the call, it was from the other one. The one not known as Batman, he had never got the young man's name, but it was the mysterious ninja.

He took such calls extremely seriously. Even though the GCPD had a strong policy against vigilantes where they would to be brought in either dead or alive, he had to take the news that he received extremely seriously. He prepared to radio his men about the situation.

However, he didn't have to do so for someone had beaten him to the punch. Which was a relief in a way because Gordon did not want to be the one to have to pull the trigger, but never the less, he listened to what was happening over his Police Radio.

"All Units, All Units, please be advised of reports of multiple shots fired in Amusement Mile, Park Row, the Bowery, and the Industrial District of Old Gotham."

Gordon walked over to the trunk of the car, popping it open. He pulled out a bullet proof vest.

"Well, this may prove to be a long evening."

The even tempered voice of John Jones could be heard as he walked over, suiting up himself. He had heard the gunshots; many of them did and while the radio message was given in a casual tone, there was a sense of urgency. Things could get really ugly really quickly.

"Yes," Gordon said but he was completely ready and they were about to head towards the nearest bridge in their attempt to figure out how to stop this entire mess.

"All SWAT units within the sound of my voice, listen up," a sharp voice snapped over the police radio and Gordon paused.

'Branden,' Gordon said as he shook his head. 'I wonder what he wants.'

Howard Branden was the Lieutenant of the GCPD SWAT team and needless to say, Gordon was not the man's biggest fan.

"I want all SWAT units to report to the bridges that connect Old Gotham to the rest of the city," Branden barked over the radio. "No one is to get in, no one is to leave, without my say so, is that understood?"

There was a pause as he allowed the first set of orders to sink in before he gave a follow up set of orders to them. Gordon and Jones, along with several others no doubt, listen politely.

"Restrict all access leading out from the area and you have orders to shoot to kill anything that looks like a criminal, identify the body later, I repeat, shoot to kill anything in a costume that you see," Branden said roughly and Gordon looked over his shoulder.

While it was policy not to mention Batman, Gordon could read between the lines of that order. And as for the other one, well Gordon was pretty sure that the order had a certain undercurrent of taking out the other one as well.

'What the hell is your game, Branden?' Gordon thought to himself.

Jones stopped and smiled, almost as if he read Gordon's thoughts. "Last I heard, he was talking to Commissioner Loeb and Rupert Thorne."

Those two names were something that did not improve Gordon's mood. There had been all sorts of ugly rumors about the SWAT team to begin with in Gotham City.

"We better move."

Gordon was caught off guard from what this man said and he lifted his head up. "Oh….yes…agreed…of course."

It was going to be a long night, for sure.

James Gordon and John Jones were not the only ones who heard Branden's transmission, not at all. In fact, there was a certain brooding bat of the night who picked up on it. He heard the orders to shoot and frowned, as he sat perched on top of a gargoyle on old Gotham.

He read between the lines, one would have to be a fool not to figure out what the game was and Branden's game was to take him down and hard. Batman stayed still and accessed a binocular function that was built into his cowl to get a closer look. The SWAT team was being deployed at the edge of the bridge, as promised.

He looked up and he saw something else that was getting into position.

'Snipers,' he thought as the cowled crusader turned his head from one side to the next. 'Looks like Branden isn't doing things half way when he gave these orders.'

The ugly implications set in as it pertained to these orders. Anyone who looked like a criminal, anyone who looked like a gang member, and given how colorfully dressed some of the Gotham City criminal elite was, that had a rather wide definition, would be struck down by the snipers. It was best that anyone would stick to the shadows and that was what Batman did. He discreetly moved around, trying to get a full scope of the snipers that were moving around in the area of old Gotham.

The wind blew which actually worked to his favor. It was background noise that he would be able to utilize to mask his movements.

He saw smoke out of the corners of his eye but while he kept mindful of it, that was not what he was after. What he was after was the snipers that had set up shop on the roofs.

"So, what are you planning on doing exactly?" Alfred asked as he piped in over the communication link.

Batman didn't hesitate in answering the questions. "While the SWAT team is a problem, I need to focus on dealing with the gang violence in Old Gotham. It's going to get much worse before it gets better."

"Especially with that shipment that you found weeks back," Alfred replied in his usual dry tone.

"Exactly," Batman said without missing a beat. He was a man of few words and decisive action as well. He was certain by this point that he had scoped out where all of the snipers were holed up. It was now a matter of quick and decisive movement as he made his way around the edge of the building on Gotham City.

"And while you're taking out them, I suspect you'll be waiting for your friend to show up and lend you a hand," Alfred said and a long pause was given before this question was answered.

"If he shows," Batman said, he was fully willing to take this on himself, if need be. However, there was a hint that the mysterious ninja would know by now. "I don't need the help, I don't need any allies…."

"Respectfully speaking sir, as talented as you may be, even the Batman can use an ally or two," Alfred argued and Batman paused for a second but the dutiful butler was not done putting in his two cents, at least not yet. "And let's face facts, you need all of the help that you can get."

There was no question about what was said, Batman remained silent. He understood, a part of him believed what Alfred was saying.

"Shall I consider that lack of argument as a sign you agree with me, sir," Alfred said and there was a few more seconds of silence.

"I'll accept his help if he offers it but I'm not waiting around," Batman said, he had to move quickly.

"I wonder if he's not going to wait around for you then," Alfred quipped but Batman remained silent. The caped crusader was ready to strike, stalking the night like a predator.

He took another few moments to observe the SWAT team that crowded around. He clutched his hand around the grapnel and prepared to shoot it up, as he swung into Old Gotham proper.

'So, you're give me constant updates with what's happening, right?' Kara thought as she folded her arms together and she threw her head back. She was still at the Farm, visiting her cousin, with Rose, Lily, and the twins. The blonde tapped her foot where she sat and she could hear enough through the bond link.

'We will, Kara, please relax,' Zatanna thought to her, although she was amused by the blonde and her antics.

Hermione bit down on her lip in frustration as she was down in the sub-basement. Hacking was something that she could never get her head around because it was something that she couldn't do by the book.

"Okay, let's take a deep breath and not get frustrated," Karen said gently as she sat right by Hermione's side and they tried to get into the GCPD Network.

"They seem to have protocols on top of protocols on top of protocols, whoever designed this, they knew what they were doing," Jaime said as she looked over but she was working on something herself so she left the hacking of the GCPD network in Karen and Hermione's hands.

"Okay, I think that it's ready," Zatanna said, their project blinking to life. "Granted, it's really a bit….primitive given what we can do…."

"But it will do for now," Jaime said as the diagnostic spells built into the costumes of Nightwing and Black Canary lead to the base of what they were doing. The Lair's Holographic interface gave it the teeth that it needed, and as a result, it lead to what for lack of a better term could be described as a completely Ghetto Marauder's Map.

"It lacks details," Faora said as she crossed her arms and then she added. "But it will do….for now."

"Names are not there, but it should work," Diana said to her and she placed her hand on the edge of her chin. The dark haired Amazon watched it and she voiced the thought that went through her head. "I do wish that I could be out there."

'Well to be fair, you don't have a costume and even with your intimidating presence….' Kara thought but Diana jumped in for a second as she shrugged her shoulders.

'I know, it's not worth the risk,' Diana thought to herself as she slumped down on her shoulders as she reared her head back for a few seconds. The woman smiled as she thought about it. 'Although I'm sure that with Harry out there, things are going to work out pretty well.'

'Hey!' Dinah thought.

'Well you're pretty good as well Dinah, I didn't mean to count you out,' Diana thought with a smile and Dinah nodded, although she could not really focus on that point all that much. Rather she needed to focus. 'How are you handling the bond chatter?'

'It was a bit overwhelming at first but I'm getting the hand of it,' Dinah admitted, but it was something that she got used to. 'Harry….Harry is working through this pretty well. I think that it comes as naturally as breathing to him.'

'That's because it does,' Kara chimed in without another word as she waited. She was currently talking with Clark and Martha and she was just as easily multi-tasking what happened. She did not want to turn on the television to get a bird's eye view on what was happening in Gotham City, although she could get a good enough idea.

"Are you almost in?" Faora asked to Karen and Hermione, and there was a second where the two of them exchanged a frustrated look. They figured that with the Map, alongside the GCPD com system, they could get a good enough assessment of what Harry had to deal with out there. "Keep in mind….."

"Time is of the essence, gotcha," Karen said as she was keeping a close eye on Hermione to ensure that she did not lose her head.

"Think I might am almost in….the security's good, but it's not foolproof," Hermione said as she chewed on her lip. She almost drew blood as she bit down on her lip but she stayed the course and made her way into the system.

'Keep your cool, Hermione,' Charlotte warned her from afar. She was eagerly listening in as some of the girls from Britain were, although Harrison was locked up in his office, contemplating something or other. They had no idea what but they were sure that they would all find out before too long.

'Well, keep me posted,' Kara reminded him. Meanwhile she enjoyed the country atmosphere of Smallville and it was a nice change from Gotham City.

'We're slowly getting in position,' Harry told the girls, giving them an update. 'We see him, he's here.'

'Of course he is,' Faora thought with a half of smile. There was no need to tell who was here and what he was doing. She would be even more shocked if Batman did not at least put in an appearance on this night. 'There are potential hostiles to your right.'

'We see them, but thanks for the heads up,' Dinah thought as the gunfire had only ceased long enough for her to take a breath before it kicked back up.

'The SWAT's after you, you realize that, don't you?' Hermione thought to them.

'Yes we know, but it's kind of a matter of them catching us first, you know,' Harry responded and Hermione threw her arms together.

'We've got ninety three percent of the way of getting in, I think, we're working on getting a hundred percent of the way in,' Karen said, it went without saying that missing even seven percent would mean a pivotal part of their offensive plan would be cut out.

Dinah chimed in her two cents. 'Well just do what you can do down there on your end, Harry and I….we'll figure out what we have to down on this end, and we'll check in if we ned any back up and you check in if you see anything that might pose a problem.'

'That's the plan,' Jaime said speaking for them all. She would wish them luck but luck might not be something that they would need given the circumstances. The world was waiting and watching to see what would transpire next.

The game that no one liked to play, the waiting game, was in effect.

Dinah unleashed her Canary cry and as a result, a car flipped over, crashing into several unsuspecting enemies that were foolish enough to be in the proximity. It had been the same case that it had been all night, with Black Canary and Nightwing having to run all over Gotham City, putting out all kinds of fires.

This time, the two of them stood back to back and faced their adversaries, all of them moving in towards the heroic duo. Nightwing and Black Canary, they fought fiercely against their enemies.

'So, business as usual,' Dinah thought as she waited for the other shoe to drop.

Harry did not respond, although he was not going to wait, at least not that much. His green eyes flashed as he scanned the area where he was. The two of them stood at the border between Park Row and Amusement Mile where a true battle was starting to rear its ugly head.

So this battle was between Black Mask's men, it was really not hard to pick them out of the crowd, due to the unique appearance of their the mask they had. That was far from it, as Harry now had the confirmation that he needed that the Penguin's men were involved.

Being overseas, Harry had heard rumors about the Penguin but the fact that he showed up in Gotham City of all places, well surprising did not even begin to cover it.

The group was mostly down for the count, after some strategy employed by the two. It was a rather chaotic night.

'To your right,' Faora suggested as there was some definite hostiles that were going to pop up and cause trouble.

Harry and Dinah both could not help but notice a trend as they were moving through. Maroni and Falcone had several men stationed throughout the city but they all dropped like nine pins. That proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were dealing with a higher class of mobster, with the higher grade weapons they utilized.

'Seems like without their leadership, their men are just scrambling around,' Karen thought to them.

'About what I was thinking,' Harry agreed as he kept moving forward, just waiting for the hostiles that Faora had mentioned to present themselves.

The firefight between the Penguin's men and Black Mask's men indicated that they were pretty close.

"Look!" one of Black Mask's men yelled and they turned their attention from the Penguin's men briefly, who had been backing up, and started to fire on the two vigilantes who gave them trouble a while back.

The two dodged as Harry made a decision of what he was going to do.

'Dinah, gas mask,' Harry thought to her and there was no question about it, she understood.

Once it was secured on both of them, Harry reached into his belt and pulled out three gas grenades. He hurled them into the air and they shattered.

The gas released caused the thugs on the ground to be blinded but that was not the only thing. The moment that they inhaled the gas, they dropped to the ground, down for the count. A head count showed that this particular group was disabled.

Some of them had the presence of mind to have gas masks of their own ready but Harry had a counter attack ready for that. He pulled out a pair of throwing knives and charged them. With an arching overhand throw, he hurled them into the mist and the knives impacted the ground.

Dinah could see another two behind her out of the reflection of the car mirror. She kicked his leg out from underneath him, jumped up and grabbed him around the head, before smashing him to the ground. She obliterated another enemy with a vicious kick to the jaw.

'I think that all of them are down….your vitals are good, they're not,' Diana chimed in as the fallen bodies were around.

Harry could have sworn that he saw SWAT mobilizing in the distance and he would have preferred to avoid a confrontation with them. The duo moved into the night, leaving the scene of this particular battle.

They saw another car pulling out and likely there were more men in it, about ready to attack anything that was not on their side.

No sooner did the doors open, did a large swooping figure come down from the sky and land on the back of their heads. There was a huge crunch with a certain dark bat of the night, impacting the back of the thug. He kept bouncing back and forth as Black Canary and Nightwing watched his progress.

He did move quickly and this was the first time that Black Canary had seen him in action in an extremely long time.

A second car pulled up and Batman was gone but then he was back, as he landed the top of the car and caused the people to be rendered unconscious inside the car from the impact. He looked up and went around as Harry watched in amusement and Dinah raised an eyebrow.

Batman stopped at that moment and turned to the two who stood in the shadows. He gave a really penetrating glare to Black Canary but to her credit, she did not back up. She glared back at him, unblinking.

Harry sighed, he was pretty sure that this could turn ugly really quickly. "Batman this is Black Canary, Black Canary this is Batman, or have the two of you already met each other?"