DC Universe- 2100

"We'll see about rounding up the civvies in Gotham he's talking about while you take care of him at Amusement Mile," Bat-Girl says.

Black Bat nods and flies off with Bat-Girl following on her bat-cycle.

"I'm not letting you go in alone." Nightwing said. "Red Hawk, Robin, Bat-Girl, and Black Bat can handle hostage rescue."

"If they see you then they are all dead.", Derek says putting his suit on.

"They won't see me." Nightwing said.

"They know we work in the darkness. If anything, there's a countermeasure. But maybe that can be fixed as well.", Batman says putting his cowl on. "...just stay far back."

Nightwing smirked and nodded. "Will do."

(Taking it easy with the other rpg's?)

Batman leaves the cave with the Bat-Wing.

Clue sits back in a chair, whistling. Other mercs, assassins, and killers were already all over Amusement Mile by now as well as dozens of goons.

(Nah, I have a couple buddies over, playing a Raging Blast 2 tournament lol)

Nightwing takes off in the Wingcycle.

Deathstroke was over looking the Mile.

(I see.)


Batman lands with the Wing outside the mile and gets out, the ship cloaked.

Nightwing hung back keeping an eye out, undetected.

Deadshot is laying down on his stomach at the far back of the amusement mile with his sight on Batman. This was going to be easy money. It was nothing personal, after all, it's only business and in a dog eat dog world someone has to be the wolf.

"Wait, what...". The overgrown Bat had just disappeared. Seems like the rumors were true about him. "I don't mind a challenge. Hard earned money is always better.", he says and moves to another location.

Batman moves through the darkness while scanning the area.

Nightwing was in the shadows of a rooftop not far from Amusement Mile, he watched the area, his mask's zoom function giving him a great few.

Deathstroke waited for Batman to make it through the Mile.

A few of Deathstrokes hired goons were patrolling the area near Batman.

As two goons turn away while their mate takes a long inhale from their cigarette two hands reach out from the darkness and pull him into it, not making a sound. His companions turn at the shuffling noise though and take notice of the sudden abscense, seeingly only a lit up cigarette with smoke on the ground. They raise their guns before a hookline shoots out at the goon behind the other, wrapping around his throat while choking his air pipe. Another line wraps around the wrist to keep him from firing his gun and they pull him into the darkness as well, leaving only one goon.

He turns around but doesn't get a chance to react before Batman's hand grip the man's neck, his glove sending a nerv disabling electrical shock through his body. Batman opens his hand and catches the thug by his collar, pulling away from the light before moving further into the mile to take down more thugs.

Deathtroke smirked looking a small PDA sized device. "He's on the east end, we just lost three me." He said to Clue, he was monitoring everyone's vitals.

Batman inspects one of the chips he'd picked off a thug and used it to pinpoint a more precise location from the tracking source.

Deathstroke waited for Batman, he knew the Dark Knight would find him.

Batman knew he was close. He wondered what the other bats were up to. A shot is fired and the round grazes his shoulder, making him fall down in cover.

"I hate distractions.", Deadshot mutters from his sniping position. He had drawn a sidearm and shot a goon who had joined him at his spot, probably attempting to decrease the competition.

Deathstroke heard the shot and knew who it was at once, only Deadshot brought a rifle firing that caliber round.

Deadshot picks up his rifle and a radio from the dead goon. "Whoever, maniac or mercenary, is spreading these amateurs out will only end up having their heads split open if they get in the way of my line of sight. Imagine a Gallager."

"It's everyone's ball game Deadshot. Adapt." Deathstroke said over the comm.

"Then I shall make sure everyone gets directly to their third strike.", Deadshot says and drops the radio before stepping on it as he walks off to find a new spot.

"So moody." Deathstroke said to himself.

"Oh, let him have his fun, deathy-poo. After all, he's just warming Batsy up for the real party," Clue laughs. "Good thing I tipped off someone to keep him cool. Someone that could use the money to save his poor dying lady." He looks to a few of the ferris wheel guards. "Now do me a favor, would you? Be a dear and rig the explosives in the Ferris wheel."

One of the hired goons watching the Ferris wheel looks to Clue. "But Batman's in here alone, boss!"

"Are you willing to bet on that? Say...your life?" Clue says, looking over his shoulder.

The goon doesn't say anything else. He simply turns and starts to climb the Ferris wheel.