Capítulo 21: CHAPTER 18
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[Gotham. April 22, 09:35 PDT. 2009.
David Lance POV]
After having a rather delectable lunch with Dinah at a Chinese restaurant we had both been wanting to try for weeks since it had opened, I left with Robin to Gotham, to spend a few days with him.
Wayne's Manor was second to none. They had everything anyone could want for entertainment.
Swimming pools, tennis courts, soccer fields, arcade rooms, and much more.
Their library alone was my wet dream. They quite possibly had every book ever written there, and more. Hell, the library had five floors, seven if you counted the ones, not for the public, and ten if you counted the ones only Batman used.
They also had three movie rooms and a horse track, with actual horses.
Be that as it may, their library was my one true love.
Which is why I was yearningly looking at it. As Robin obliterated me in the arcade.
"You really love our library," Dick snickered, winning once again. A perfect K.O.
I nodded, no reason to hide my love for the unreachable. That was a library only rich people had, really rich people, some of the books inside were worth millions, as they were first editions, or in some cases the last of their kind.
"You can always come to read. Alfred knows to let you in, whenever you come," Dick claimed, a bright smile on his face.
"Indeed Master David," Alfred nodded, bowing ever so slightly. "I even have in stock your favorite snacks and drinks. Just in case."
I smiled, giving the old butler a warm look. He really was one of a kind.
"Bruce won't mind," Dick nodded, smiling in a playful demeanor. "Heck, he even asked your sister about all your favorite things, to add them to our shopping list."
I didn't know that. It was very kind of them to do such things, I need to thank Batman later. Speaking of which, now that I think about it, where is he?
Since I had arrived here, I haven't seen him at all.
"Where's Mr. Wayne?" I signed, tilting my head in confusion.
"On league business," Dick answered with a yawn, slouching into the arcade. "He didn't specify. He only said it would possibly take a few days."
"Don't worry Master Dick, Master Bruce will be back in no time," Alfred articulated, with a small smile.
"I'm not worried," Dick replied, his lips pressed together. "I just wish the league allowed us to go on league missions. We fight villains just like them."
I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Dick, last time we went solo to a big mission. Deathstroke almost killed us both. It's clear we still have something to learn."
Dick deflated, giving me a betrayed look before saying, "You have a point."
"Indeed he does," Alfred nodded, agreeing with me in a jovial tone. Secretly using sign language to tell me, thank you. While Dick was looking away.
"I'm just saying. The experience could help us," Dick shrugged.
I nodded. He had a point there. "I think that's what they are doing. Giving us experience, but in a controlled environment, where they feel they can protect us no matter what."
Alfred nodded.
"Not whelmed at all, dude," Dick replied, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes on me.
"I speak but the truth," I shrugged.
Dick chuckled, turning the arcade off, as he gave me a challenging grin. "Let's go to the cave. I want to train a bit."
I nodded, a spar right now sounded awesome.
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At the cave, in the training arena, Robin and I circled each other, looking for an opening.
"Ready to get your ass kicked?" Robin asked, with a confident grin.
I smiled, lunging forward, throwing a quick jab. That Robin dodged and countered with a punch of his own. However, I had foreseen this, and so, I had preemptively kicked my right leg up, scoring a hit on Robin's torso, pushing him to the ground.
Robin undoubtedly outclassed me in technology, or anything related. But when it came to hand-to-hand combat. I had the clear upper hand, no pun intended.
"My turn," Robin groaned on the floor, before jumping back to his feet. Darting towards me, throwing a few batarangs at me. That I deflected, with relative ease, lunging at him with a tackle, subduing him on the floor in a lock. "I won't give up!"
I tightened my lock, forcing Robin to tap out. Admitting his defeat.
"Man, no fair," Robin chuckled. "You have super strength and gadgets. How's that fair? I have never seen Superman use a utility belt."
I rolled my eyes, reminding him I had not used my belt at all.
"Let me complain in peace," Robin chuckled. "I have the right to be a bad loser. I haven't won a single spar against you in months. Robin gets a freebie for today. He's allowed to whine."
At least he's aware of it.
"I will get some water. Do you want anything?" I asked, jumping to my feet. However, before Robin could reply, an alarm went off in the cave's computer.
"It seems we have some work on our hands," Robin grinned, jumping to his feet before rushing to the PC.
I sighed, feeling whatever he was about to do, would not end well for me.
"Someone has taken control over a chemical plant," Robin said, unable to sit still. "Probably Poison Ivy, or Doctor Freeze. We can take them."
"Ask Batman," I shot back, signing firmly.
"On it," Robin nodded, calling Batman on the PC.
"Batman to bat-cave. What's the situation?" Batman said, answering Robin's call.
"Someone took control of a chemical plant. We wanted your permission to go and deal with it," Robin replied, going straight to the point.
"Proceed with care. Do not engage without assessing the situation. Batman out," With that said, the call came to an end.
That's weird. Batman never lets us go solo, especially not when he isn't around to supervise like a helicopter. Perhaps whoever is attacking the chemical plant it's a minor threat and he deems us capable of dealing with said threat.
"See?" Robin said, his voice a pitch higher. He was really excited to go out without Batman.
"Fine," I nodded, I mean, Batman had given us the green light. Besides, if push came to shove, and things went out of hand, I would simply knock Robin out, and return to the cave.
"Awesome!" Robin grinned, jumping out of his chair.
Capítulo 22: CHAPTER 19
[Gotham. April 22, 17:35 PDT.
David Lance POV]
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As we neared the plant. I couldn't help but feel like dread was creeping up on me. Like I was running towards a trap, the jaws of the beast, the center of the void.
I don't know how to explain it. But, the feeling was unmistakable. The worst part was, that I didn't know why I was feeling like this.
I had texted Dinah and Oliver letting them know I was working with Robin, just in case my feelings were some kind of premonition, and I needed backup.
"Here we are," Robin muttered, using a small computer to hack into the facility. "I'll get the blueprints, from there all we have to do it's turn the plant down, and capture the bad guys," he added, typing on my computer at unbelievable speeds.
I nodded, guarding his back. Playing the role of the muscle.
"Got it," Robin said, getting my attention. "Here's the power control of the facility. We take that off, and all of their plans are as good as gone," he explained, pointing in the blueprints where the power control room was.
"How do we get there?" I asked.
"This is the best route," Robin pointed, to a set of vents leading to the room. "It should allow us to reach the room without being detected."
I nodded, avoiding combat sounded like a good idea right now. We still had to assess the situation, before determining how to approach the next step, taking the bad guys down.
"Ok, then let's go," Robin nodded, putting his small computer back on his belt, as he ran towards where we would infiltrate the facility, with me following close behind.
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Inside the vents, we silently dragged our bodies across. The eerie silence of the outside, giving me a bad feeling. I mean, where were the villains that had taken over this place? I had yet to see a single henchman or hear anyone for that matter.
"Robin, there's something wrong here," I said, tugging on his leg to get his attention. "Where are the henchmen, the villains? This place is empty. Too empty."
Robin frowned, pausing to think for a bit, before signing. "You think this is a trap?"
I nodded, after all, in Gotham things were never this easy. Because when they were, hell was about to come.
"Let me try getting into the cameras again, the signal was weak from the outside. It should work now," Robin signed, pulling his computer out. A few seconds later, there was a small change in Robin's face, enough to tell me, we were fucked.
Without even asking why he had that face, I peeked into his computer, to see no other than the giggling mass murderer responsible for a body count that hadn't been, no, couldn't be tabulated, as it was monstrously high, Batman's nemesis, The Joker, happily waving at the camera.
"Well now. This is a joke," The Joker said, surging with uncontrollable, crazed laughter. "I knew Batsy had it in him! I just knew it! I mean, look at this Harley, he sent the boys! Now, that's a joke."
"Awww pudding. He sent them to their deaths!" Harley laughed, sounding almost as crazy as the Joker himself. Yet, not even close to him. "I knew Batsy liked us, sending us guinea pigs. How nice of him!"
Robin at this turned his PC off.
We had to get out. Whatever trap the joker had set for Batman, would probably kill us, we had to escape to rethink our strategy.
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We rushed through the vents, trying to go back to the entrance point. However, the Joker's henchmen started shooting at the vents, forcing us to exit from another point that connected to the inside of the facility.
"Call Batman," I signed in worry, knowing very well we needed support. It wasn't that the Joker was stronger than us and we were overwhelmed. No, it was that he was more dangerous than us, not more powerful. His deranged mind made for an unpredictable adversary, a wild card, something even Batman on a good day struggled to deal with, because of how erratic he was.
"The radio signals are jammed," Robin cursed, his body displaying anxiety.
I frowned.
If the radio signals were jammed, it meant the Joker intended to keep us alone, without outside assistance. Which didn't bode well for us, at all, as we wanted to escape to better plan our approach.
I could destroy the walls with a whisper, but I had no idea how the chemicals in the plant would react to my power. For all I knew I could generate a nuclear reaction, destroying Gotham.
I could also try to punch my way out. But that would simply make the Joker's job to locate us easier if he didn't already know where we were.
Our best bet was to destroy whatever was jamming communications. And contact the league, playing the Joker's game on the defensive.
"We need to destroy whatever it's jamming our signal. Any idea where a device like that would be located?" I asked, gazing at Robin.
Robin nodded, opening the blueprints of the facility. "For optimal results, a radio jammer should be around these three rooms at the top," he said, pointing at the rooms.
"Then we need to take that down and contact the league," I replied, eyeing the blueprints for a moment to memorize the general layout of the facility for later navigation.
"Works for me," Robin nodded.
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[The Joker POV]
If the kids expect to play against the Joker, they'd better be prepared to be dealt from the bottom of the deck!
In all honesty, this worked even better than I had imagined. Sure, I had wanted to dance with Batsy, one on one, just the two of us, and my guns, but he had stood me up. How rude.
Or so I had thought HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!
Batsy loved me so very very much, he had sent the juniors to play! How thoughtful of him, to think of my fun when he isn't around to play with me. That right there, it's the sign of a healthy relationship! Yep, siree!
Sure, they weren't Batsy, a minor inconvenience. But when Batsy gives you lemons, well you make lemonade.
"I thought we were going to try this on Batman," My newest partner, a friend of friends, my BFF, a brother from another mother, Scarecrow said, with a terrible frown on his face.
"Bag head, put that frown upside down! Sure, they aren't Batsy…. But they will do for a test run. HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!" I laughed in utter delight.
"Mad bastard," Bag head, aka Scarecrow sighed, walking away.
How mean of him.
I'm not mad at all! I'm just differently sane!!
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