<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/42ecf925d5bc642b1015a9fc276300b8/tumblr_nxvcp8Vtu51tnt8s9o7_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Wayne (Robin)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Suit (https://66.media.tumblr.com/42ecf925d5bc642b1015a9fc276300b8/tumblr_nxvcp8Vtu51tnt8s9o7_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 18th, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Late Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Seattle Docklands<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Clean Efficiency [Squire of the Dark Knight]<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Because I'm Batman (Jr) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1J55LVUYhg)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Calvin - CLOSED<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The whole world seemed to shake with Damian feeling the crane he was on tremble and sway. Startled by the sudden shockwave below him, Damian lost his footing and slipped.<br/><br/><strong>"Hnnngh!"</strong><br/><br/>Teeth grit, muscles straining, Damian had managed to grab ahold of a handle at the last second with only one hand. Gripping the steel bar as tight as humanly possible, the dark Robin tensed his back muscles before lifting his entire body back up onto the crane in a one-arm pullup. Turning around to face the source of the quake, he was beholden to the gruesome sight of a metallic man ripping apart a man. While they were still alive.<br/><br/>Eyes wide, feeling a sharp sting of fear within his chest, Damian pushed back his terror and with a growl, took a dozen steps backward. Then, he sprinted forward and leaped off the crane. Spreading his cape wide, he cast a fearsome figure as he glided over the heads of the men below him.<br/><br/><em>A 3rd party has entered the scene...but the mission still comes first.</em>He made sure to get a look at the strange assailant. His mask would record direct footage of the thing for him. But making sense of the chaos around him would come later. In the present, he would become apart of the chaos.<br/><hr/><br/>There had been men assigned to protect said warehouse while the rest ventured out to face the one attacking them. Adjacent rows of metal containers and trucks ceased at a marked yellow and black line where an open office area with computers was setup. Their bodies sweating profusely from hearing the screams and gunfire outside, their nerves at their peak.<br/><br/><strong>"Look alive, boys!"</strong>shouted one of the gunmen, clutching his AK rifle close to his self,<strong>There may be more than o-!"</strong><br/><br/>The glass ceiling above their heads shattered. Immediately the roof was lit up by a torrent of bullets that pierced through metal and extinguished the lights above their heads. Once their magazines had been emptied, only the rapid beats of their hearts and the fear in their breaths could be heard.<br/><br/><strong>PSSSSSSH</strong><br/><br/>Thick, gray smoke began to diffuse throughout the warehouse, enveloping everyone and everything within and obscuring the gunmen's view of each other. A sense of panic began to set in amongst them.<br/><br/><strong>"S-Stay together! Stay the fuck together!"</strong><br/><br/>Some managed to find a partner to be with. It would be a fruitless attempt though. At first, the sounds were muffled, very faint irregularities amidst the artificially induced haze. But, slowly but surely, it became clear that they belonged to the voices of their comrades. They were cries cut short and soon, erratic gunfire broke out.<br/><br/>A pair of gunmen chose to stand with their backs touching each other. Both men burly and experienced security contractors, they comfortably swayed their M4s side to side. Hardened by decades of violence, they did not fear even Superman.<br/><br/><strong>"I got you, brother."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Likewise."</strong>the other grunted. They remained like that for a while. Their fingers became itchy, itching to shoot and inject lead into the flesh of their tormentor.<br/><br/>The tension was further exacerbated by the sound of a keyboard being rapidly pressed. With the smokescreen fading, they both silently signaled to each other to slowly push forward to the office at the end of the warehouse where the computers were. Upon reaching the corner, the lead gunman slowly unsheathed a jagged knife from his belt and attached it as a bayonet. When the rearman of them had tapped each one's shoulder, the frontman spun around into the corner, gun trained into the inside of the office area. His partner quickly followed through, sliding up beside him.<br/><br/>It was empty.<br/><br/>The initial gunman felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked at his partner. His partner didn't look back.<br/><br/><strong>"Why'd you tap me?"</strong><br/><br/>This time, his partner looked at him. His face was one of confusion.<strong>"What? Why would I tap?"</strong><br/><br/>There was a pregnant pause. They both suddenly twisted around.<br/><br/>Only to have their skulls smashed together.<br/><hr/><br/>Walking over their unconscious bodies, Damian pulled out a USB from one of the computer's monitors and placed it neatly into one of his belt's pockets. Having uploaded a hacking program he'd built himself from the ground up into the dock's computers, he'd obtained the entirety of their logs and records pertaining to the shipping and transportation of every good that landed there.<br/><br/><em>I've got terabytes of data with me. It'll be a pain sifting through it all but once I'm finished, it'll be more than enough to prosecute everyone from this dock down to the street level thug.</em><br/><br/>The commotion outside seemed only to be increasing in volume and intensity. Whatever that metallic humanoid from the sky was, it was extraordinarily strong. Damian quickly analyzed in his head what he had witnessed of the being thus far. Super durability. Super strength. Super speed. They were the most sought after and common attributes for the common superhuman, particularly in the global Underworld.<br/><br/>Speculating that the metallic being wreaking havoc outside could have been deployed by a powerful organization that had beef with Intergang,  Damian concluded that the best decision for him at that moment was to leave the scene quietly. He'd been successful in terms of getting what he came for.<em>Anything more would be pushing it.</em><br/><br/>Firing his grappling gun up at the broken roof, Damian gave one final look at the multiple bodies strewn around him.<em>Good. They're all still bre-</em><br/><br/><strong>"Leaving so soon? Party's only just started."</strong><br/><br/>A deep, masculine voice resonated throughout the warehouse. With the lights having been shot out, Damian could only construct a mental image of what he thought the person speaking to him looked like.<br/><br/>It wasn't a nice image.<br/><br/>Squeezing the trigger, the darkness was quickly left below him as he made it atop the roof. And, not even a second had passed when the area in front of him burst open, launching shrapnel all over. He covered himself with his cape, subsequently preventing hundreds of tiny metal shards from piercing into his flesh.<br/><br/><strong>"I had guessed that there was more than 1 attacker. Why would they come here, I told myself. It couldn't possibly be just for the weapons, right? No, they'd have to be seeking something more than just mere weapons. And, heh, looks like I was right."</strong><br/><br/>The man in front of him was huge. Damian estimated he stood around 7 foot and with the size of a bodybuilder, he was a veritable giant with a thick, mean face completely covered in tattoos. Great, bulging muscles pulsing with veins lay behind an intricate exoskeleton system with wires literally stuck into his skin. Round, steel cables also aligned the mechanical attachments around his half-naked body. The placement of the cables reminded Damian of Bane's Venom dispensing system. The dude was a fucking ogre.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you just another Venom addict? Intergang paying you with drugs?"</strong>Damian asked, all the while reaching into his belt for Birdarangs.<br/><br/>However, the giant man laughed in response and said,<strong>"Venom is old shit now. Intergang's giving me something better. Much better. And all I have to do for it is to be the big bad boss of this dock. Not a bad deal with if you ask me."</strong>The Boss of the dock adopted a forward fighting stance.<strong>But I won't be needing it to take you down!"</strong><br/><br/>Damian barely evaded the man as he punched through where Damian had been standing seconds ago, visible kinetic pressure emanating from his hand to cause ripples in the air.<br/><br/>He flung 2 Birdarangs at the man who easily intercepted both of them in his hands.<br/><br/><strong>"Ha, did you really throw shurikens at me, boy?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"No. I threw grenades."</strong><br/><br/><strong>BOOM!</strong><br/><br/>The resulting smoke from the explosion covered the entirety of where the man had been standing. To his surprise, Damian found himself panting. That man had been incredibly fast off the mark, his acceleration monstrous. If that punch had hit him...<br/><br/><strong>"Those are some nice toys. I think I'm going to take them off your dead body!</strong><br/><br/>Everything around Damian became distorted. He wanted to retort but he found he could not even suck in the air. His lungs felt like they were on fire. He wanted to collapse onto the ground. But he couldn't. Because there was no ground for him to stand on.<br/><br/>Damian flew backward until he collided with the metal roof of an adjacent warehouse. He still couldn't breathe but something came out of his mouth. Blood. Lots of it. He clutched at his chest. Something sharp was poking him. He forced his brain to work. Out of everything, his brain had to work. Needed to work!<br/><br/><em>Okay, Damian. Okay. Think. A natural superhuman with the capability to be augmented by some kind of physical enhancement drug. Okay, nice Damian. Keep thinking. What's the pla-!</em><br/><br/>Pressing his hands on the roof's metal surface, he pushed off it, leaping back down onto the tarmac below. No sooner had he done that did the entire warehouse in front of him collapsed in a great cacophony composed by broken steel and crushed timber.<br/><br/>Grimacing from the pain, he fired his grappling gun at a nearby crane and pulled himself away just as the big boss of the dock smashed the ground he'd previously been, creating a wide crater filled with pieces of concrete.<br/><br/>The pain threatened to overwhelm Damian's senses. He felt the beginnings of tears in the corners of his eyes. That pissed him off.<br/><br/><em>What's the best weapon against a hypermasculine dude with superstrength?</em>He looked down at where the metallic man who'd fallen from the sky was.<em>Another hypermasculine dude with superstrength.</em><br/><br/>Standing atop the crane, he somehow managed a smirk despite the pain he was experiencing and flipped the finger at the giant man below him. That appeared to get the job done as the Intergang boss's face contorted into one of rage, Damian thought roid rage, and literally jumped up at the crane which stood 200 feet off the ground.<br/><br/>Damian blinked.<em>Heh, I can't believe I survived a punch from that guy.</em>Aiming his grappling gun down near where the metallic dude was, he flew off the crane right before the Intergang super landed and caused the whole thing to wobble. Having worked himself into a frenzy, aggravated by Damian's last-second escapes, the super thug grabbed the upper steel bars of the crane and roared, pulling the massive object down onto the entire dockyard...<br/><br/>Still, in the air, Damian witnessed this spectacle. And chuckled, blood spilling out of his lips,<strong>"This guy's mad."</strong>