Date: 2006-04-21 04:13 pm (UTC)
As I slowly came to, I felt an immense pressure on my back, as well as a Batarang in my shoulder; couldn't have been either Dick or Tim, since they were engaged in useless bird banter. It could only be Bruce.

I felt him start working on my hands and heard sirens in the distance. There was no damned way I was going to allow myself to be taken! I wrapped my legs around Bruce's torso and was barely able to fling him forward and off my back.

Getting back to my feet, I unwrapped my hands, tossed the Batarang to the ground, pulled out a grapple from my pocket and fired it upward toward the closest building.

"Sorry, Bruce..." I announced, just loud enough for him, Tim and Dick to hear. "...but, I don't think I'd look that good in prison stripes! 'Sides, being in jail really does something to your mind! Catch you three on the flip side!"

Within seconds, I was on the rooftop and out of sight. True, I had underestimated their teamwork now, but I would be back...!
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