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"Batman Punches People In The Face."
- Bruce Wayne, (Batman (Vol. 3) #53 (2018))
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"What are you all waiting for? Quickly check what's wrong with the power. I hope it's not those DEA bastards. Even though the buyer assured us that he would take care of them, we still can't trust his words a hundred percent." The fat leader roared as he sent his n away to investigate the sudden blackout in the port.
He was the type of man who wasn't a fan of horror movies, otherwise, he would know that this was probably the worst decision he could have ever made in the horror story that his life was soon going to beco.
"May-maybe we should get out of here Mr. Bill. W-we are done with the heavy lifting anyway. The client's g-guys would take care of the rest of the transportation process. We already have what we need." Ray gulped in anxiety and tried to advise his current boss as he quickly put the rest of the drugs in the soon-to-be-shipped container and sealed it.
"Don't worry boy, didn't I say as long as I am here, nothing can go wro...."
*AAAAHHH* A scream suddenly echoed in the distance, interrupting Bill as he imdiately beca vigilant and pointed his gun in the distance, not even sure where to aim at. Ray's situation was also similar as he too took out an AK-47 from the car trunk he had just loaded and aid at the direction the scream ca from. He was barely able to even lift the gun with his scrawny body as he struggled to figure out how it worked.
"Give the big one. Here, you use the small one." Bill imdiately took the AK-47 from his underling, giving him his small pistol in return. Either the boss was too proud to use a smaller gun than his subordinate or he was very scared.
While the two were barely able to breathe in unease, the others who had gone to check the other parts of the port were facing their own difficulties.
"Shoot the containers, he is on there." *BANG BANG BANG "No, he is at the boats. Shoot there." BANG BANG BANG* A large amount of gunshots began to echo as the n began to fire at random directions all over the port. The fog made their vision even worse as they struggled to see if they were even hitting anything at all or just firing at shadows.
"Wait, we are only four. Where's the rest?" A random mob who noticed the steadily dwindling number of their gang mbers after a few minutes, muttered to himself as he looked all around him, trying to find his colleagues. But before, he could voice his doubts, a tallic wire suddenly coiled around his feet and pulled him up with a force that dislocated a few bones of his body.
Hanging upside down, the last thing he could see before losing consciousness was the shadow of a terrifying humanoid bat punching him in the face with a tal-gloved hand with small spikes on it, spikes that he knew were going to break his nose and leave a very deep and painful mark on his face.
"Shit, I'll kill you whoever you are." The three other remaining gangsters who had noticed their friend being dragged upwards toward the roof of one of the containers began to shoot in that direction. One of them even threw a Molotov that he had brought with him to burn the entire place just to make sure that the creature who was hunting them didn't survive. They were even ready to sacrifice and burn their captured friend if it ant getting rid of the 'beast' that was hiding in the shadows.
Silence ensured after that, giving everyone there a false hope that perhaps they had won in the confrontation against whatever that was. But that false sense of security and victory didn't last for long as a light humming sound vibrated from behind them.
"Fuck" One of them said without even turning as a strange whirring sound accompanied by a burst of light struck one of the gangsters in his back, propelling him several feet away like a ragdoll, until he collided with a container and was imdiately knocked out with several of his bones cracked.
Before the other two could even react, a tallic net was fired from the shoulder of the figure standing behind them. The net instantly surrounded one of them and began to contract on itself, tightly binding the gangster in the process in what looked like a VERY uncomfortable position, digging into his skin, drawing blood. Even when removed, the net would leave quite a bloody tattoo on the man's face and body.
The third gangster however was able to turn around but that was the last thing he was able to do as a small bat-shaped blade found its way to his chest, rendering the man unconscious in a few seconds. The wound on his chest might not have been very deep since the batarang weren't thrown with full force but the knockout poison the blade was coated with was definitely of the top quality.
"Fuck! What are those bastards doing in there? Are they fighting cops or mbers of so other gang?... HEY, ANY OF YOU STILL ALIVE?" Mr. Bill yelled, trying to get a reaction out of his subordinates who had gone to check the power outage but alas, there was no reply. Not even so much of a whisper from a single one of the gang mbers.
"They won't be answering" An inhumanely heavy voice like that of a demon or so monster sounded from behind the surviving pair. The voice was as low as a whisper but clearly understandable to the two as they turned to look at the speaker with shaking hands.
As soon as Bill's eyes fell on the being standing before him, he felt goosebumps. Not just him but even the young recruit beside him too looked scared out of his mind. The figure standing before them was a black and red armor-wearing humanoid who looked like a bat with a huge cape that hid a major portion of his body from view.
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