Post by Batman (Bruce Wayne) on Apr 15, 2016 7:39:13 GMT -5
Arkham City Series: Right To Remain Silent
Story By: Batman and Green Lantern
Heroes: Batman and Jim Gordon
Villains: Hush and Deathstroke
Deathstroke Slade slid the barrel into place on the receiver and began to screw it in as the mission was repeated to him again. "It'll get done," he repeated, voice a bit gruffer as his eye took a moment to glance at the screen on the computer. Striking a police commissioner pushed the limits of his code and, if it wasn't for the amount of money on the table, Slade would have turned it down. He didn't like pulling jobs in the States; it dampened his reputation with the government and reignited their drive to see him brought in. Though the years had long gone by, there were still those around that had not let go of the whole mess with the attempted assassination on former President Clinton. Closing the laptop, Deathstroke stood up and placed a small charge on the top as he made his way over to the window. A gloved hand pulled the curtains to the side as he looked down. Procession's right on time. Motorcade typical size. Commissioner should be there but if not... he will be. Mayor's too-c
important to ignore and hole up in an office. Gordon's too caring and willing to fight. Heh... Guy like that must've been a helluva soldier. Fingers pushed the window open as he continued to watch and wait for the right moment. Already having found his reference points, his mind calculated the speed the car was traveling, the distance it had to where he wanted it and to where the turn would come. As long as no one inadvertently pushed on the accelerator or the rear stopped short, no one was going to die in this part. Slade could plan for events and expect people, but he was not able to see the future. He continued to hold back, wanting to wait until the last possible moment before the first shot was fired. Almost... The Teriminator lifted the Barret M82 up and leaned out of the window. Scope brought to his eye, his finger was already starting to squeeze the trigger as the crosshairs settled over the hood of the mayor's vehicle. The round exploded from the -c-c
sailing through the air before striking the engine. Ducking back into the room, Slade backed to the table and pressed a button on another box. The street intersection in front of the motorcade exploded, pavement ripping up and debris flying as cars skidded to a halt. Pressing another button, the street behind it ripped apart. His lips pressed together behind his mask as he ducked back over to the window. All of this, in a matter of seconds. Now to herd him into the hotel. The rifle thundered as he fired, another round striking the hood of an unmarked car as men began to move out and take position. Uniforms and nons shouted into their radios, the scanner he had hooked onto his belt keeping him informed while the device connected to it scrambled the signal to keep him from being found that way, bouncing his own signal off of antennas, itself, other radios and receivers, at random. Each shot he made was to lure the mayor out of his car and into the hotel, herding him towards
it even as he worked to pin down the motorcade's security.
Arkham City was a political maneuver that was found to be unpopular and yet legally authorized by the City Government head by Mayor Quincy Sharp. The man struggled and fumbled to avoid being shot as he shivered out the words. “By word! Who’s trying to kill me?” the nearby security officer would snipe an underhanded comment. “Maybe someone’s who’s not a fan of your policies, sir!” Sharp would growl as he gained composure and made his way into the building. “Where’s my anti-vigilante taskforce? Where’s the Arkham Knight?!” “They’ll be here any moment, sir! Response time has been narrowed down to two minutes. No ETA on the Arkham Knight.” APC’s would drive onto the scene camouflaged with digital camo and men dressed in titanium weaved armor plates and dragonscale armor vests. [c]
The arkham knight soldiers began to create two squads that surrounded the parameter, waving their hands to each of the houses nearby. “Search the houses!” each of their face was concealed behind gas masks and multi-optic lenses. Their M416’s were equipped with grenade launchers and specialized flashlights that would highlight their optic imagery while more likely than not blinding their opponents. Deathstroke could only imagine these men were like an army of Batmen equipped with Deathstroke’s own armory. The agents moved like ARGUS agents - experienced and hardened to deal with metahumans and superhumans. They were an anti-vigilante task force and for the past 3 months that they’ve shown up in Gotham, they have practically squeezed the Batfamily into hiding, Gotham was nearly free of every criminal as each were swiftly prosecuted and dumped into Arkham City leaving the rest of the city free of street crime. [c]
Batman would arrive on the scene to observe, spotting six APC’s moving into the area of the surrounding eight block radius with more ‘arkham knights’ rushing out of the backsides of the transports to begin searching the streets and buildings, entering through houses and businesses in search of the sniper. Attack helicopters would fly onto the scene searching for the sniper with the markings on the side of the vehicle were coded “AC” while a sole police helicopter marked GCPD flew into the scene. “This is Commissioner Gordon, I suggest you come out and surrender yourself to the law before any harm comes to you.”
Deathstroke Arkham City was like any of the warzone he had fought in over the years, but this time it was on homeland ground. They were like a mini-military, armed like any para-military group with enough cash to throw at the most high tech gear. Problem was, that kind of equipment made a man arrogant. Doesn't matter how well trained a man is when he's training on the best gear. Slade had crawled through the muck of Vietnam. Dealt with little more than some rounds, grenades, a rifle, and olive drab uniform to keep him alive. These young boys and their toys were to him like street punks which submachine guns to the real Knight of the town. Still, he had to move. Their sweeps and movements were fast. One more thing to do though... Dropping the Barret on the floor, he reached to the left of the window and hefted up a FIM-92 Stinger launcher. Poking the end out of the window, he took aim at one of the helicopters and the moment it locked on, he fired. The SAM soared through the air towards -
the chopper, but Slade did not wait to see if it hit. Pushed the time already. Boots thumbed against the ground as he turned and bolted for the door, snatching up two more detonators. Exiting the door, he hit the first, a loud puff as he made his way up to the next floor. Cutting down the hallway, he turned and stopped outside the elevator doors, left hand drawing out a KA-BAR fighting/utility knife from the holster on his chest. Driving it between the two doors, he pried them open a bit and then used his fingers and arms to force them the rest of the way before leaping over to the cables that supported the elevators. He knew they would be attracted to the missile and that would put them in the room. If they were smart, they'd not expect him to be there and just look for intel. These men wouldn't have his sympathy. The regular uniforms and detectives that went out every day and faced god knew what for next to nothing pay had the bit he was willing to spare. -c-
His grip around the cable controlled the speed of his descent, keeping it faster than a normal human would dare but not enough to risk missing something. Glancing down, Deathstroke saw the elevator starting to rise towards him. A quick glance up informed him that the next one over was no where to be seen. His eyes went back to the elevator and began to count down the seconds as the distance and speed at which it was closed was measured. An inch before his boots hit the top, he stopped Then planted his foot down against the roof, which thudded a bit and surely shocked whoever was within, and jumped to the next set. His legs wrapped around the cable and his hand closed tight, halting him, his his right hand stuck the second detonator between his thumb and the cable before opening another pouch on his waist and pulling a small tv device out. Tapping a button, he watched. A squad burst into the room like textbook, flowing in, covering all of the AOR's, sweeping with their muzzles -c-
without tagging another. It was a fine, choreographed performance, but one that was about to end. He replaced the screen back where he had pulled it from and took hold of the detonator in his right hand again. With a thumb press, a two part explosion went off in the room. The first: fragmentation. The noise alone would disorient while the fragmentation would wound and, hopefully, kill a few. The second, incendiary. The explosion and heat would work to start a fire, lighting up the room and the men within and take care of any traces that Slade had been there while likely taking care of a few more and putting the rest that survived out of action. Letting the detonator drop, he continued his descent down.
The explosions were spotted from Batman’s perch, watching as a helicopter was hit and forced to land on a nearby parking garage. He pissed him off that he couldn’t do anything, not at this time…He watched as the Mayor stepped out of the building he was hiding in, Quincy Sharp adjusted the spectacles on his face to observe the now exploding rooms. An officer spoke ushering the mayor down the sideway. “This way sir, the Commissioner will see that you’re secured safely on his helicopter.” Batman would see the GCPD helicopter land with Gordon and Bullock dressed with tactical vests on top of their business suits. Entering the hotel they began to lockdown the hotel with the manager’s help leading them into an executive suite where Gordon would meet with Sharp. “Gordon! What’s the word?” “Well, your iron clad right-wing policies aren’t exactly what people expected, for all we know this could be some conspiracy theorist nut or someone is genuinely trying to kill you.” [c]
“No offense commish for the detective work, but with all due respect Mayor Sharp, liberal loons don’t tend to tote around rocket launchers and 50 cals.” “Wha-…-wha…The Arkham guards will stop this man, whoever they are!” Sharp growled and tapped his cane on the floor as Gordon shrugged his shoulders. “Possibly or maybe Batman will save you.” “Batman?! I would rather--…” Quincy started before Bullock chimed in. “Ah, I’m not much of a religious man, mister mayor, but I would finish your next sentence very carefully considering the circumstances…” “…My knights will come through.” Quincy Sharp snapped as he moved to sit down in a chair. Gordon began looking around the room for any vulnerability. “Harvey, stay here and look over the mayor. I’ll search around the hotel for points of entry.” [c]
Batman observed the structure that Deathstroke was in, observing the Arkham security forces moving in towards the location like a strike team sectioning off everything in a 2 block parameter and moving in on foot. They were hunting for Batman, a com channel would indicate as much until explosions started killing off their numbers. Gasps of air came over the communication lines of soldiers pleading for help as the first explosion took out practically a whole team. “Motion sensors on!” one soldier instructed and swiftly their helmets began to display movements. It was about this time he saw it, an opening to breakthrough - his escape may not be so easily, but that wasn’t Batman’s concern. Opening his wings and sprawling them out as he dove towards the tall building he flew in through a window missing the helicopter’s bright spotlight. [c]
The flames of the building were a distraction enough, but perhaps the most difficult part of dealing with Arkham security was that Batman had yet to crack into their communications, only the standard police radio was useful and that did little to help against these men. He placed his leading two fingers against the wall and immediately the tips of his gloves created circuit lit fingerprints that would begin resonating a pulse throughout the entire building - it was a prototype used in his Batman Beyond suit meant for intelligence gather and spy work, the upgrade to the gloves were proving to be beneficial at this point. His vision began to lock on to Deathstroke’s movement as well a squad of knights who were about to enter the elevator he was sliding down. [c]
Batman raced to the elevator and opened it ferociously and without much delay he dropped a sonic chip that would latch onto the walls of the shaft and begin releasing a loud bat-like sonic screech. To someone like Deathstroke it would probably give him a headache and disrupt his concentration slightly, but for the soldiers it would prompt them to look up and scan the elevator shaft for danger - Batman’s objective was to force Deathstroke out of the shaft and onto the floors where his plan would be forced to deviate. Batman knew that without directly confronting Deathstroke, there was no way of stopping him, only delaying and diverting him until Batman could get close and personal with the terminator.
Deathstroke By sliding on the cables, he had a head start on most of them. Even the knights who had the elevators still had to wait for the call and/or wait to arrive at their presently chosen floor before coming after him. However, that did not account for the sudden screeching that he heard reverberating throughout the elevator shaft as he dropped. Wincing beneath his helmet, he continued to slide down. Even if they came after him, he still had speed and planning on his side where they were having to adapt and change as floor after floor was passed by the Terminator. His plan was still intact. Reaching the basement floor, he touched downed and moved to the doors and paused. A timed explosive had been placed before moving up to the room overhead and he consulted his internal clock. About 5...4...3...2...1...Now..n- BOOM! it went off as planned and quickly pried the door open with knife and physical force. Slade smirked as he saw the hole he wished to be there. His speed -c-
carried him across the floor quickly, leaping into the hole which had opened up into the sewers next to the basement. He ran down the line, boots sloshing in the water. Forty feet down, a bag was waiting for him and he snatched it up without pausing. Tearing open the bag, Deathstroke began to pull out proximity mines, activating them, and then dropping down on the ground and tossing them onto the ceiling and walls as he ran. When the last was placed, the bag was discarded. Backs covered. Now I have to close off the ease of escape. I'm willing to bet that they've got a chopper on the roof of the hotel. If I hang back too long, they're going to get out of my reach. Have to disable their escape. He's gonna be right on my tail too. No way that device and sound came from the knights. The easiest way up the roof would be through the outside, but that put him at a risk of being spotted. Inside, he had more cover, but it would take longer. Then again, the outside -c-
the railing and window washer things. It was a chance, but if he could screw with the mechanism a bit it might shoot him up there relatively fast.
Seeing that Deathstroke did exactly what Batman wanted, the soldier's were safe - for now. Batman wrapped his arms and legs around a cable and slid down quietly and stopped when the explosion detonated below...He was floors above it, he could hear the chatter of soldiers and feel the cables trembling from the destructive blast. He paused in his descent and braced himself for aftershocks, to which there was none. He began a faster pace down the cable landing with a sort of haste and his detective vision switching from humanoid tracking to explosive devices. [c]
He would follow the assassins trail letting his cape fall to surround his body and conceal his vulnerability points and whatever gadgets he might be holding. Subtly he equipped two knuckle mounted vibration blades, the blades themselves were dull but, when charged they could cut through metal like a circular saw or afford glancing blows from indestructible or near indestructible materials - like Deathstroke's blades or gauntlets. In a direct mash up, Batman anticipated one direct shot would be enough to render the knucklers useless, but at that point he; himself, would likely be dead already. [c]
His detective vision would scan the room and spot the proximity mines and immediately decipher their type, all too slow for Batman's intelligence and know-how as he knew exactly what they were and how to defuse them...with equipment he didn't have on him. Batman forcibly bit his lip and then tapped his cowl's side. "Captain. Pull back the soldiers. Deathstroke has rigged the building with explosives. You need to contact the bomb squad and get Arkham Security Forces out of here." To which a grudging command officer would growl. "Who is this?! This is a secure emergency channel!" "Deathstroke will kill your men if you do not evacuate the building now!"[c]
He turned off the communications and began backing out of the room before pulling out his cryptographic sequencer and a micro chip. He was going to have to make up a new way to defuse the mines. [e]
Deathstroke Reaching the exit he wanted, Slade was up the ladder to the manhole cover in seconds, his strength easily allowing him to lift up the heavy metal plate and slide it slowly to the side, leaving just a crack open. Keeping a grip on the ladder, a hand went to one of his pouches and opened it up, drawing out a small screen with a camera wire attachment. Thumb and forefinger bent the camera end as he wanted and tapped the screen on before feeding up the stiffened cable out of the hole. The police were running around, but for the moment, their attention was elsewhere. Slade couldn't hesitate so he shoved the cover, popping it up a couple of inches as it landed beside him. With the Bat on his trail, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he'd figure out where the Terminator came up so he saw little reasoning in covering his tracks. The best bet was to maintain his lead on him and keep the advantage of knowing why he was here. A hop off of the ladder, thanks to his strength, had him
landing on the concrete. With the lead he had, came the risk to keep it. Not a moment after he landed on the ground, Deathstroke was moving again, fingers re-seating the camera into the pouch while he vaulted the railing with his free hand of the platform. Glancing at the controls, Slade quickly deduced which would take him up and pulled on the lever. Almost immediately the pulley system began lifting the platform up, carrying him towards the rooftop. The helicopter had to be disabled.
The microchip would be programmed and then thrown towards the first proximity mine, the small bat-shaped device would flash a tiny red light to indicate it was active and immediately began scanning the proximity mine for a defuse code. It would transmit a signal to the cryptographic sequencer that he would then use to crack the mine's security protocols. He deactivated the first mine with relative easy, manipulating the flat touch pads on the cryptographic sequencer he was able to move through them at a much faster pace than the bomb squad would be able to otherwise. Once defused the detective moved through the corridors sure that his 15 second to intercept Deathstroke was now delayed by 3 minutes for disabling the proximity mines, and an additional 2 minutes for Deathstroke's speed and agility.... [c]
The tacked on two minutes were a dangerous factor for the Dark Knight, Deathstroke could grow tired of Batman trailing him and simply intercept Batman in mid pursuit, cutting the chase...So, Batman hoped he was only 3 minutes and not 5 minutes behind. Unknown that from the hotel room, Jim Gordon observed the scene from a distance radio to Sharpe's people. "Captain! The target is too dangerous, pull your men out before you lose more! Set a parameter..." "And what? Let one criminal deal with another? No, Commissioner. That is not how Arkham City is handled. We are the law in these walls!"
Deathstroke The platform continued to rise, leaving Slade to crouch down low and wait for the time where he could speed this up; however, his mind was already at work for the next few moves once he reached the top. First, as had been his next step, was to disable the helicopter. A simple swipe of his sword would take care of that. Second, would be to locate where they were keeping his target. The mayor would be in one of the most secure places that they could get. With the helicopter, they would have to be near the top to make a rooftop extraction viable. Once the platform reached halfway up the building, Slade grabbed hold of one of the wires, reaching to his back and drawing his blade. The longsword was a comfort in his hand, an up close and personal way to show that even with guns those that got in his way weren't a match. The weapon sang through the air as it cut the wire like butter and the platform began to plummet towards the ground with the weight of the fall now carrying Slade up
into the air along the side of the building thanks to his hold on the wire. Head tilted up towards the roof and mentally he began to measure the distance, counting down by every ten feet as he closed in. The speed of his ascent increased as the platform closed in on its terminal velocity. Twelve seconds and it reached its maximum speed while another five seconds left on his trip up. The platform crashed into the ground as he reached the ledge. Quickly letting go of the wire before his hand was pinched off by the pulley, he grabbed ahold of the support beams. Quickly re-sheathing his weapon, Slade grabbed hold of the metal beam with both hands, swung his body backwards and then, pulling forward with his mid section and abdomen, flipped upwards and landed smoothly on top. The noise thundered out, but Slade was already on the roof as the police officers turned towards it. Poor fools, he thought as he charged the first one, on him by the time that he drew his weapon. -c-
Keeping the body of the first between himself and the second, Slade's knee came up hard into his groin, easily stunning him before his hands lifted him up and hurled the man back onto the second. Charging forward after the thrown officer, he drop down to a knee and slid across the ground, grabbing the helmet of the first and smacking it back into the nose and mouth of the bottom. The ladder scream in pain while the pilot, who had spotted the scene, fought with his harness to get out while throwing open the cockpit door. leaving the first two, Slade popped up and charged the man, punching him in the stomach with an uppercut and then grabbing his helmeted head and jerking it down towards his rising right knee, shattering his nose and leaving him out cold. Spinning on his heel as the first rose, bringing his gun up to bear, Slade's right hand reached back and in a singled downward slice cleaved the end of the barrel off by the, path of the swing stopping just in front of the trigger-c
guard. Stepping in, he rammed the pommel of his sword into the man's face, knocking him out and breaking another nose, but all of the men alive. It wasn't worth killing them if he didn't have to. They weren't ready to face someone like the Terminator. Making his way to the tail of the chopper, a cleave of his promethium weapon cut it clean off, letting the end be nothing more than a hunk of metal as he turned, sheathed the weapon and made his way inside through the roof access door.
Story By: Batman and Green Lantern
Heroes: Batman and Jim Gordon
Villains: Hush and Deathstroke
Deathstroke Slade slid the barrel into place on the receiver and began to screw it in as the mission was repeated to him again. "It'll get done," he repeated, voice a bit gruffer as his eye took a moment to glance at the screen on the computer. Striking a police commissioner pushed the limits of his code and, if it wasn't for the amount of money on the table, Slade would have turned it down. He didn't like pulling jobs in the States; it dampened his reputation with the government and reignited their drive to see him brought in. Though the years had long gone by, there were still those around that had not let go of the whole mess with the attempted assassination on former President Clinton. Closing the laptop, Deathstroke stood up and placed a small charge on the top as he made his way over to the window. A gloved hand pulled the curtains to the side as he looked down. Procession's right on time. Motorcade typical size. Commissioner should be there but if not... he will be. Mayor's too-c
important to ignore and hole up in an office. Gordon's too caring and willing to fight. Heh... Guy like that must've been a helluva soldier. Fingers pushed the window open as he continued to watch and wait for the right moment. Already having found his reference points, his mind calculated the speed the car was traveling, the distance it had to where he wanted it and to where the turn would come. As long as no one inadvertently pushed on the accelerator or the rear stopped short, no one was going to die in this part. Slade could plan for events and expect people, but he was not able to see the future. He continued to hold back, wanting to wait until the last possible moment before the first shot was fired. Almost... The Teriminator lifted the Barret M82 up and leaned out of the window. Scope brought to his eye, his finger was already starting to squeeze the trigger as the crosshairs settled over the hood of the mayor's vehicle. The round exploded from the -c-c
sailing through the air before striking the engine. Ducking back into the room, Slade backed to the table and pressed a button on another box. The street intersection in front of the motorcade exploded, pavement ripping up and debris flying as cars skidded to a halt. Pressing another button, the street behind it ripped apart. His lips pressed together behind his mask as he ducked back over to the window. All of this, in a matter of seconds. Now to herd him into the hotel. The rifle thundered as he fired, another round striking the hood of an unmarked car as men began to move out and take position. Uniforms and nons shouted into their radios, the scanner he had hooked onto his belt keeping him informed while the device connected to it scrambled the signal to keep him from being found that way, bouncing his own signal off of antennas, itself, other radios and receivers, at random. Each shot he made was to lure the mayor out of his car and into the hotel, herding him towards
it even as he worked to pin down the motorcade's security.
Arkham City was a political maneuver that was found to be unpopular and yet legally authorized by the City Government head by Mayor Quincy Sharp. The man struggled and fumbled to avoid being shot as he shivered out the words. “By word! Who’s trying to kill me?” the nearby security officer would snipe an underhanded comment. “Maybe someone’s who’s not a fan of your policies, sir!” Sharp would growl as he gained composure and made his way into the building. “Where’s my anti-vigilante taskforce? Where’s the Arkham Knight?!” “They’ll be here any moment, sir! Response time has been narrowed down to two minutes. No ETA on the Arkham Knight.” APC’s would drive onto the scene camouflaged with digital camo and men dressed in titanium weaved armor plates and dragonscale armor vests. [c]
The arkham knight soldiers began to create two squads that surrounded the parameter, waving their hands to each of the houses nearby. “Search the houses!” each of their face was concealed behind gas masks and multi-optic lenses. Their M416’s were equipped with grenade launchers and specialized flashlights that would highlight their optic imagery while more likely than not blinding their opponents. Deathstroke could only imagine these men were like an army of Batmen equipped with Deathstroke’s own armory. The agents moved like ARGUS agents - experienced and hardened to deal with metahumans and superhumans. They were an anti-vigilante task force and for the past 3 months that they’ve shown up in Gotham, they have practically squeezed the Batfamily into hiding, Gotham was nearly free of every criminal as each were swiftly prosecuted and dumped into Arkham City leaving the rest of the city free of street crime. [c]
Batman would arrive on the scene to observe, spotting six APC’s moving into the area of the surrounding eight block radius with more ‘arkham knights’ rushing out of the backsides of the transports to begin searching the streets and buildings, entering through houses and businesses in search of the sniper. Attack helicopters would fly onto the scene searching for the sniper with the markings on the side of the vehicle were coded “AC” while a sole police helicopter marked GCPD flew into the scene. “This is Commissioner Gordon, I suggest you come out and surrender yourself to the law before any harm comes to you.”
Deathstroke Arkham City was like any of the warzone he had fought in over the years, but this time it was on homeland ground. They were like a mini-military, armed like any para-military group with enough cash to throw at the most high tech gear. Problem was, that kind of equipment made a man arrogant. Doesn't matter how well trained a man is when he's training on the best gear. Slade had crawled through the muck of Vietnam. Dealt with little more than some rounds, grenades, a rifle, and olive drab uniform to keep him alive. These young boys and their toys were to him like street punks which submachine guns to the real Knight of the town. Still, he had to move. Their sweeps and movements were fast. One more thing to do though... Dropping the Barret on the floor, he reached to the left of the window and hefted up a FIM-92 Stinger launcher. Poking the end out of the window, he took aim at one of the helicopters and the moment it locked on, he fired. The SAM soared through the air towards -
the chopper, but Slade did not wait to see if it hit. Pushed the time already. Boots thumbed against the ground as he turned and bolted for the door, snatching up two more detonators. Exiting the door, he hit the first, a loud puff as he made his way up to the next floor. Cutting down the hallway, he turned and stopped outside the elevator doors, left hand drawing out a KA-BAR fighting/utility knife from the holster on his chest. Driving it between the two doors, he pried them open a bit and then used his fingers and arms to force them the rest of the way before leaping over to the cables that supported the elevators. He knew they would be attracted to the missile and that would put them in the room. If they were smart, they'd not expect him to be there and just look for intel. These men wouldn't have his sympathy. The regular uniforms and detectives that went out every day and faced god knew what for next to nothing pay had the bit he was willing to spare. -c-
His grip around the cable controlled the speed of his descent, keeping it faster than a normal human would dare but not enough to risk missing something. Glancing down, Deathstroke saw the elevator starting to rise towards him. A quick glance up informed him that the next one over was no where to be seen. His eyes went back to the elevator and began to count down the seconds as the distance and speed at which it was closed was measured. An inch before his boots hit the top, he stopped Then planted his foot down against the roof, which thudded a bit and surely shocked whoever was within, and jumped to the next set. His legs wrapped around the cable and his hand closed tight, halting him, his his right hand stuck the second detonator between his thumb and the cable before opening another pouch on his waist and pulling a small tv device out. Tapping a button, he watched. A squad burst into the room like textbook, flowing in, covering all of the AOR's, sweeping with their muzzles -c-
without tagging another. It was a fine, choreographed performance, but one that was about to end. He replaced the screen back where he had pulled it from and took hold of the detonator in his right hand again. With a thumb press, a two part explosion went off in the room. The first: fragmentation. The noise alone would disorient while the fragmentation would wound and, hopefully, kill a few. The second, incendiary. The explosion and heat would work to start a fire, lighting up the room and the men within and take care of any traces that Slade had been there while likely taking care of a few more and putting the rest that survived out of action. Letting the detonator drop, he continued his descent down.
The explosions were spotted from Batman’s perch, watching as a helicopter was hit and forced to land on a nearby parking garage. He pissed him off that he couldn’t do anything, not at this time…He watched as the Mayor stepped out of the building he was hiding in, Quincy Sharp adjusted the spectacles on his face to observe the now exploding rooms. An officer spoke ushering the mayor down the sideway. “This way sir, the Commissioner will see that you’re secured safely on his helicopter.” Batman would see the GCPD helicopter land with Gordon and Bullock dressed with tactical vests on top of their business suits. Entering the hotel they began to lockdown the hotel with the manager’s help leading them into an executive suite where Gordon would meet with Sharp. “Gordon! What’s the word?” “Well, your iron clad right-wing policies aren’t exactly what people expected, for all we know this could be some conspiracy theorist nut or someone is genuinely trying to kill you.” [c]
“No offense commish for the detective work, but with all due respect Mayor Sharp, liberal loons don’t tend to tote around rocket launchers and 50 cals.” “Wha-…-wha…The Arkham guards will stop this man, whoever they are!” Sharp growled and tapped his cane on the floor as Gordon shrugged his shoulders. “Possibly or maybe Batman will save you.” “Batman?! I would rather--…” Quincy started before Bullock chimed in. “Ah, I’m not much of a religious man, mister mayor, but I would finish your next sentence very carefully considering the circumstances…” “…My knights will come through.” Quincy Sharp snapped as he moved to sit down in a chair. Gordon began looking around the room for any vulnerability. “Harvey, stay here and look over the mayor. I’ll search around the hotel for points of entry.” [c]
Batman observed the structure that Deathstroke was in, observing the Arkham security forces moving in towards the location like a strike team sectioning off everything in a 2 block parameter and moving in on foot. They were hunting for Batman, a com channel would indicate as much until explosions started killing off their numbers. Gasps of air came over the communication lines of soldiers pleading for help as the first explosion took out practically a whole team. “Motion sensors on!” one soldier instructed and swiftly their helmets began to display movements. It was about this time he saw it, an opening to breakthrough - his escape may not be so easily, but that wasn’t Batman’s concern. Opening his wings and sprawling them out as he dove towards the tall building he flew in through a window missing the helicopter’s bright spotlight. [c]
The flames of the building were a distraction enough, but perhaps the most difficult part of dealing with Arkham security was that Batman had yet to crack into their communications, only the standard police radio was useful and that did little to help against these men. He placed his leading two fingers against the wall and immediately the tips of his gloves created circuit lit fingerprints that would begin resonating a pulse throughout the entire building - it was a prototype used in his Batman Beyond suit meant for intelligence gather and spy work, the upgrade to the gloves were proving to be beneficial at this point. His vision began to lock on to Deathstroke’s movement as well a squad of knights who were about to enter the elevator he was sliding down. [c]
Batman raced to the elevator and opened it ferociously and without much delay he dropped a sonic chip that would latch onto the walls of the shaft and begin releasing a loud bat-like sonic screech. To someone like Deathstroke it would probably give him a headache and disrupt his concentration slightly, but for the soldiers it would prompt them to look up and scan the elevator shaft for danger - Batman’s objective was to force Deathstroke out of the shaft and onto the floors where his plan would be forced to deviate. Batman knew that without directly confronting Deathstroke, there was no way of stopping him, only delaying and diverting him until Batman could get close and personal with the terminator.
Deathstroke By sliding on the cables, he had a head start on most of them. Even the knights who had the elevators still had to wait for the call and/or wait to arrive at their presently chosen floor before coming after him. However, that did not account for the sudden screeching that he heard reverberating throughout the elevator shaft as he dropped. Wincing beneath his helmet, he continued to slide down. Even if they came after him, he still had speed and planning on his side where they were having to adapt and change as floor after floor was passed by the Terminator. His plan was still intact. Reaching the basement floor, he touched downed and moved to the doors and paused. A timed explosive had been placed before moving up to the room overhead and he consulted his internal clock. About 5...4...3...2...1...Now..n- BOOM! it went off as planned and quickly pried the door open with knife and physical force. Slade smirked as he saw the hole he wished to be there. His speed -c-
carried him across the floor quickly, leaping into the hole which had opened up into the sewers next to the basement. He ran down the line, boots sloshing in the water. Forty feet down, a bag was waiting for him and he snatched it up without pausing. Tearing open the bag, Deathstroke began to pull out proximity mines, activating them, and then dropping down on the ground and tossing them onto the ceiling and walls as he ran. When the last was placed, the bag was discarded. Backs covered. Now I have to close off the ease of escape. I'm willing to bet that they've got a chopper on the roof of the hotel. If I hang back too long, they're going to get out of my reach. Have to disable their escape. He's gonna be right on my tail too. No way that device and sound came from the knights. The easiest way up the roof would be through the outside, but that put him at a risk of being spotted. Inside, he had more cover, but it would take longer. Then again, the outside -c-
the railing and window washer things. It was a chance, but if he could screw with the mechanism a bit it might shoot him up there relatively fast.
Seeing that Deathstroke did exactly what Batman wanted, the soldier's were safe - for now. Batman wrapped his arms and legs around a cable and slid down quietly and stopped when the explosion detonated below...He was floors above it, he could hear the chatter of soldiers and feel the cables trembling from the destructive blast. He paused in his descent and braced himself for aftershocks, to which there was none. He began a faster pace down the cable landing with a sort of haste and his detective vision switching from humanoid tracking to explosive devices. [c]
He would follow the assassins trail letting his cape fall to surround his body and conceal his vulnerability points and whatever gadgets he might be holding. Subtly he equipped two knuckle mounted vibration blades, the blades themselves were dull but, when charged they could cut through metal like a circular saw or afford glancing blows from indestructible or near indestructible materials - like Deathstroke's blades or gauntlets. In a direct mash up, Batman anticipated one direct shot would be enough to render the knucklers useless, but at that point he; himself, would likely be dead already. [c]
His detective vision would scan the room and spot the proximity mines and immediately decipher their type, all too slow for Batman's intelligence and know-how as he knew exactly what they were and how to defuse them...with equipment he didn't have on him. Batman forcibly bit his lip and then tapped his cowl's side. "Captain. Pull back the soldiers. Deathstroke has rigged the building with explosives. You need to contact the bomb squad and get Arkham Security Forces out of here." To which a grudging command officer would growl. "Who is this?! This is a secure emergency channel!" "Deathstroke will kill your men if you do not evacuate the building now!"[c]
He turned off the communications and began backing out of the room before pulling out his cryptographic sequencer and a micro chip. He was going to have to make up a new way to defuse the mines. [e]
Deathstroke Reaching the exit he wanted, Slade was up the ladder to the manhole cover in seconds, his strength easily allowing him to lift up the heavy metal plate and slide it slowly to the side, leaving just a crack open. Keeping a grip on the ladder, a hand went to one of his pouches and opened it up, drawing out a small screen with a camera wire attachment. Thumb and forefinger bent the camera end as he wanted and tapped the screen on before feeding up the stiffened cable out of the hole. The police were running around, but for the moment, their attention was elsewhere. Slade couldn't hesitate so he shoved the cover, popping it up a couple of inches as it landed beside him. With the Bat on his trail, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he'd figure out where the Terminator came up so he saw little reasoning in covering his tracks. The best bet was to maintain his lead on him and keep the advantage of knowing why he was here. A hop off of the ladder, thanks to his strength, had him
landing on the concrete. With the lead he had, came the risk to keep it. Not a moment after he landed on the ground, Deathstroke was moving again, fingers re-seating the camera into the pouch while he vaulted the railing with his free hand of the platform. Glancing at the controls, Slade quickly deduced which would take him up and pulled on the lever. Almost immediately the pulley system began lifting the platform up, carrying him towards the rooftop. The helicopter had to be disabled.
The microchip would be programmed and then thrown towards the first proximity mine, the small bat-shaped device would flash a tiny red light to indicate it was active and immediately began scanning the proximity mine for a defuse code. It would transmit a signal to the cryptographic sequencer that he would then use to crack the mine's security protocols. He deactivated the first mine with relative easy, manipulating the flat touch pads on the cryptographic sequencer he was able to move through them at a much faster pace than the bomb squad would be able to otherwise. Once defused the detective moved through the corridors sure that his 15 second to intercept Deathstroke was now delayed by 3 minutes for disabling the proximity mines, and an additional 2 minutes for Deathstroke's speed and agility.... [c]
The tacked on two minutes were a dangerous factor for the Dark Knight, Deathstroke could grow tired of Batman trailing him and simply intercept Batman in mid pursuit, cutting the chase...So, Batman hoped he was only 3 minutes and not 5 minutes behind. Unknown that from the hotel room, Jim Gordon observed the scene from a distance radio to Sharpe's people. "Captain! The target is too dangerous, pull your men out before you lose more! Set a parameter..." "And what? Let one criminal deal with another? No, Commissioner. That is not how Arkham City is handled. We are the law in these walls!"
Deathstroke The platform continued to rise, leaving Slade to crouch down low and wait for the time where he could speed this up; however, his mind was already at work for the next few moves once he reached the top. First, as had been his next step, was to disable the helicopter. A simple swipe of his sword would take care of that. Second, would be to locate where they were keeping his target. The mayor would be in one of the most secure places that they could get. With the helicopter, they would have to be near the top to make a rooftop extraction viable. Once the platform reached halfway up the building, Slade grabbed hold of one of the wires, reaching to his back and drawing his blade. The longsword was a comfort in his hand, an up close and personal way to show that even with guns those that got in his way weren't a match. The weapon sang through the air as it cut the wire like butter and the platform began to plummet towards the ground with the weight of the fall now carrying Slade up
into the air along the side of the building thanks to his hold on the wire. Head tilted up towards the roof and mentally he began to measure the distance, counting down by every ten feet as he closed in. The speed of his ascent increased as the platform closed in on its terminal velocity. Twelve seconds and it reached its maximum speed while another five seconds left on his trip up. The platform crashed into the ground as he reached the ledge. Quickly letting go of the wire before his hand was pinched off by the pulley, he grabbed ahold of the support beams. Quickly re-sheathing his weapon, Slade grabbed hold of the metal beam with both hands, swung his body backwards and then, pulling forward with his mid section and abdomen, flipped upwards and landed smoothly on top. The noise thundered out, but Slade was already on the roof as the police officers turned towards it. Poor fools, he thought as he charged the first one, on him by the time that he drew his weapon. -c-
Keeping the body of the first between himself and the second, Slade's knee came up hard into his groin, easily stunning him before his hands lifted him up and hurled the man back onto the second. Charging forward after the thrown officer, he drop down to a knee and slid across the ground, grabbing the helmet of the first and smacking it back into the nose and mouth of the bottom. The ladder scream in pain while the pilot, who had spotted the scene, fought with his harness to get out while throwing open the cockpit door. leaving the first two, Slade popped up and charged the man, punching him in the stomach with an uppercut and then grabbing his helmeted head and jerking it down towards his rising right knee, shattering his nose and leaving him out cold. Spinning on his heel as the first rose, bringing his gun up to bear, Slade's right hand reached back and in a singled downward slice cleaved the end of the barrel off by the, path of the swing stopping just in front of the trigger-c
guard. Stepping in, he rammed the pommel of his sword into the man's face, knocking him out and breaking another nose, but all of the men alive. It wasn't worth killing them if he didn't have to. They weren't ready to face someone like the Terminator. Making his way to the tail of the chopper, a cleave of his promethium weapon cut it clean off, letting the end be nothing more than a hunk of metal as he turned, sheathed the weapon and made his way inside through the roof access door.