Thomas Kyle (cantkeepmeout) wrote in dc_nextgen,
@ 2012-09-08 19:34:00

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Can people be banned from Gotham? For life.
Crouched in the shadows on the rafters of what was usually an abandoned warehouse, Robin waits in silence. This was a cumulation of weeks of careful research and planning. Tonight he'd come early and had been here for hours, carefully setting things up and now, for the last two hours, waiting. The arms deal going on below had some of the biggest names in the business present, and if he could shut this down it wouldn't only put a big dent in the arms trade in the city, it would send a message.

Not making a noise, barely even daring to breath now, Thomas waits to set off the chain of traps he'd set up, flashbangs, smoke bombs, concussion grenades, the works. The confusion would give him an advantage, and give him the opportunity to grab the big names while the minions were confused. It was all perfectly planned, down to where everyone was, what moves he'd make, and most importantly, when to set it all off.

Timing was crucial.

Just a little bit more and he could start it. Almost, almost, almoooost and...

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the_hyper_teen
2012-09-08 08:34 pm UTC (link)

There is a sudden unearthly shriek in the air, and lights flashing as something descends rapidly from the atmosphere. A young man, wearing far less than the heavily armored individuals he seems to be grappling with, falls through the roof of the warehouse. Energy blasts, both from his hands and the other combatants' weapons, issue in all directions.

"Hold him down! He's worth nothing to the Kashkavons if we deliver him dead!"

"Know this, dishonored former paragons of the Miravian Marines! Varon - THE HYPER TEEN, will never be used as a pawn in your or any other evil schemes of opportunism!"

He flings an individual in heavy armor across the warehouse.

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cantkeepmeout
2012-09-08 08:52 pm UTC (link)

There are times in every young bat's life where they have to remind themselves of the iron clad rule.

Do not kill.

As the absolutely chaos sets off his traps, making the whole warehouse one smokey arena with bright flashes and gunshots going off everywhere, Thomas is having a very hard time with that one right now. The way his teeth are grinding and his eyebrow absolutely twitches just says that much.

This idiot had ruined Everything! Weeks of planning and waiting for the right time, the perfect opportunity and now in the chaos all those big named arms dealers were mostly gone. Robin growls and throws out some batarangs while swearing under his breath.

Do not kill. Do not kill. Do not kill. Do not kill.

But there was never anything in there about excessive bodily harm was there?

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the_hyper_teen
2012-09-08 08:57 pm UTC (link)

"Accursed brutes! Know that you will all face the justice you yourselves once held so dear!" Varon roars as he flings another one across the room into a wall.

"Would someone shut him up? As long as he's in one piece we can revive him later?" A woman with a skull motif painted roughly onto her helmet snaps to her comrades. "I'm not losing this payday because you idiots let him bring the fight planet-side!"

Just then, Varon is caught in the back of the head by a blast, and he topples.

He... might actually be in danger, now that he's been thrown off balance.

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cantkeepmeout
2012-09-08 09:09 pm UTC (link)

If the fact that this idiot ruined all his work and made it all a waste of time was bad enough. Add in the fact that the arms dealers had gotten away in the chaos, and the nonsense coming from his mouth could make Thomas's ears bleed...well that was only worse. But now he had to save the bastard?!

Darn heroic ideals.

Fine. But he was only saving this guy's sorry ass so that he could have the personal privilege of paying him back for ruining everything.

Robin throws out more flash bombs and dives in as soon as his opponents were blinded. He wasn't the type for random kicking and punching. You had to be fluid and efficient to get things done, so with some well placed hits, Thomas gets to work on reducing the numbers of these intruders.

They were all intruders. Even the craziest one. And they would get out of Gotham as soon as possible.

He would make sure of it personally.

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the_hyper_teen
2012-09-08 09:29 pm UTC (link)

The marines are well struck by the interloper, and are pushed back long enough for Varon to get to his feet. "Excellent work, fellow champion of justice! Now, get down!" He pushes the red-clad one to the floor, then calls energy into his hands, before slapping his palms together.

A massive shockwave issues out, sending the marines flying and destroying most of the building. Varon places hismelf over his new ally to shield him from any rubble.

When the dust begins to settle, and he has verified his opponents are subdued, Varon stands up and laughs heartily. "Ha-ha-ha! Another triumphant victory for justice!"

He offers his new ally his hand. "My apologies for involving you in my conflict, citizen. These are former space marines of the Miravian Empire. They haven't adapted well to their home's new age of peace, you see, and turned to inter-galactic mercenary work. They are a scourge and embarrassment to the Sombrero Galaxy. While I am glad to see them laid low, you need not worry. Their armors should have protected them from the worst of the collapsing building.

I... AM VARTOX - THE HYPER TEEN! What is your name?"

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cantkeepmeout
2012-09-08 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Fellow champion of justice? What was this? Some crazed fear toxin induced nightmare?

Before he can even spit back a response, Robin dives down as suggested and keeps low, out of the way of the shockwave. Great. Another guy all about extreme wanton property damage. When Varon goes to shield him, Thomas nearly does a well placed elbow to the guy's solar plexus. Ugh, at least this idiot had cleared the place so now he could deal with him.

"Not. A. Citizen," he absolutely glowers. Varon gets treated to the full force of Thomas's eerily accurate version of the death bat glare. The intense stare stays even in the face of the inane ramblings about Sombrero Galaxies, cries about justice, and what has to be one of the worst codenames he's ever heard.

"And what do you think you're doing? You ruined everything here," Thomas hisses through his teeth.

If looks could kill Varon would have dropped dead a while ago.

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the_hyper_teen
2012-09-08 10:42 pm UTC (link)

It's a good thing he didn't. He would have been lucky to get away with just dislocating his elbow.

"Oh? Well, I shall not report you for your illegal presence then, but you should be certain the authorities do not detain you for being an illegal alien." Varon appears immune to the glare, still smiling broadly.

"A thousand pardons, my tiny friend. I was doing a flyover of the city to check for any crimes in progress, after purchasing myself some of your local delicacies, and I was ambushed by the Miravians. I will take them captive and send a call to the proper inter-stellar authorities."

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cantkeepmeout
2012-09-08 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Robin visibly bristles at this. There was no point in arguing about citizenship with someone who was clearly off their rocker. But tiny? Tiny?! That wasn't going to fly. Especially not after being called shorty or short stuff by Dick for most of his childhood until he hit a growth spurt and shot past his brother.

Drawing himself up to full height, from his somewhat hunched glaring posture from before, Thomas glares down this mad man even more intensely if possible. At nearly 6'2, Thomas had almost reached his father's height and would not stand for being called tiny of all things. "This is not your city to patrol and bring more chaos to. Take your Miravians and leave." If not he had a feeling he'd need to start pulling out the big guns to send this guy a message. Then, what sounded awfully like the original bat growl comes out.

"Now."

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the_hyper_teen
2012-09-08 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Varon looks back with an even expression, some of the cheer leaving his face. He meets Thomas' gaze for a long moment.

"Ah. It seems the fighting has shaken you. My apologies, and repeated thanks for your assistance." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a remote to summon the Headship, which appears only moments later. Another few button presses and the Miravians are plucked from the rubble.

Then, something seems to shift in his overall body language. "The Hyper Teen goes where there is good to be done. I will see that the damages caused tonight by this conflict are accounted for, but I have taken this planet under my protection, and will not respond well to further tantrums."

He lightens again. "But, as I have said, you have my sincere thanks. I would hope we can celebrate our mutual victory at some point in the near future." He smiles and then flies upward.

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cantkeepmeout
2012-09-08 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Thomas was pretty sure that this galactic fool was the leading cause for cardiac arrest and increased blood pressure in crimefighters. He'd probably single-handedly caused more damage on that front than any late night diners in the city.

At this point he could care less about being called 'shaken' or saying he was throwing a 'tantrum'. Only mission was to get this guy Out and try and find a way to salvage the past months of work that he'd just ruined.

Getting impatient he sighs and frowns back, "Yeah yeah, go find somewhere that's not Gotham to protect and celebrate in."

Watching Varon fly away, Thomas can only glare after him. All that work ruined. At least he'd gotten the guy out of the city with the bat glare.

Who said that wasn't a useful skill?

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	dc_misc 2012-09-09 12:01 am UTC (link)
	The following morning, some of the usual police radio chatter will mention a dozen minor criminals stopped in the act. The strange bit being that they were all dropped off at police stations along with fresh pizza, and a note for the officers on the night shift to enjoy it. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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