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Post by powerboy on Feb 19, 2013 18:36:33 GMT -5
Powerboy had been back for almost a year now. He had died, impaled through the chest, and well burned to death. But he was alive now, and well for the most part. His father brought him back from death, and as recourse he had gained a healing factor all on his own. Now he was just wandering the streets of Gotham in his city attire. A white t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a leather jacket all covered his frame. He had just gotten out of school, and his pack was still slung around his shoulder with his schoolbooks in tow. Ever since he had come back he had done his best to give up heroics altogether, but when duty called it called to him strong, and he did feel the urge to help people from time to time. Though when they started recognizing him is when he left.
Sometimes he would be there for a while, and other times he wouldn’t be there but for a few days. Now he was in Gotham, and this was a place that didn’t need any further protection. They had their own superhero already, or in Gotham’s case several superheroes who were very much capable of taking on villains that were several times stronger than them. They were smart, cunning, and very innovative to say the least. Fortunately he would never have to tangle with one of them because it would get incredibly messy if he had to.
As he started to think about his past he remembered all the things that he had endured, and he soon turned down an alleyway hoping for a shortcut back to his home. As it turned out though luck was not in his favor because the alley he turned down was a dead end. Turning around he froze in place. Someone, or something was following him. He could feel it with his empathy powers.
”I can feel you, so come on out.” he said his voice resounding through the closed alleyway.
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Post by damian on Mar 6, 2013 12:08:05 GMT -5
Damian narrowed his eyes and watched the boy from the safety of a roof top two buildings away, across the street. He lifted the binoculars to his eyes and watched the kid closely. He couldn't really tell you a reason for watching him, other then he had a hunch.
Robin wasn't about to admit that he could be wrong about this kid, so it was less to tell and have anyone know he was wrong if he merely kept quiet about why they were tailing this new Gotham student.
He sighed softly to himself and ran one green gloved hand down his face as he rubbed under his eye, pulling his binocular's away from his eyes and let them hang into his loose fingers. He leaned on his stomach against the wall as he peered out into the darkening streets of Gotham.
He frowned catch the movement of several teen coming after this kid, their were six of them, clearly they had a beef with his suspect down there and he couldn't let happen now could he? Well he could but that wouldn't get him very far, if the kid was injured.
Damian was well adapt at tuning out Fatgirl over there to his left. She wanted to know what they were doing here and he hadn't answered a single question from her in the last 30 minutes.
As his suspect turned down the alley and started running, Damian was on his feet, his binoculars left on the ledge and he was leaping from the roof, his grappling hook in his hand as he swung his way over to the next building roof top directly below the alleyway.
Damian waited for the right moment, waiting and watching his suspect as the six teens came at him from the mouth of the alleyway and left him with no where to go. He waited ready to leap down and take care of things, once things got out of hand or he wound up needing assistance, which Damian was not thinking he would.
"Adam! You've got quite a need to learn some respect," the leader growled his forest green eyes hard and his hands balled up into a fist. This was the punk who was hitting on and flirting with his girl. He couldn't have that no way.
His friends looked at him expectantly, waiting for his signal to go at him and teach this kid a lesson on manners.
TAG: Batgirl (OOC: Feel free to NPC the thugs guys!) |
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