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"All units converge to the building once known as 'The Last Laugh.' The entire structure has just collapsed in on itself. It is unknown if there was anyone inside, or if there was, if there are any survivors."

My blood seemed to freeze as I listened to the police reports while in the Batmobile. That had been where Bruce and Jason were facing each other! It had collapsed?! While they were fighting?

Getting out of the 'Mobile, I quickly activated it's security system before making my way back to where there had previously been a building at. I made sure to activate the communications system in my mask at the same time.

"Nightwing...if you can hear this, get to downtown Gotham immediately! Batman was just fighting Jason at The Last Laugh building when it collapsed on itself due to a number of explosions! I'm gonna see if I can get them out!"

Not waiting for a response, I arrived at the scene of the battle, silently hoping one of the Titans could make it as well, but...!

A gloved hand suddenly shot out of the debris, and fingers were soon wrapped around my throat! Seconds afterward, Jason fully emerged from where he'd been buried, and from the contorted look on his face, he truly looked pissed off!

Date: 2006-04-21 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-robin.livejournal.com
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...!

Date: 2006-04-21 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wayne-memoirs.livejournal.com
It's the only way an individual could extract themselves from that kind of restraint. He knew it. Was prepared for it. The pressure to his broken ribs however was more than he was able to withstand. He rolls with the throw, hoping to lessen the brunt of the impact.

He's climbing painfully to his feet when Jason takes to the sky. Narrowed eyes follow the criminal to the rooftop. He makes no move to follow though. Another time, another place... when his ribs are no longer a consideration and the Joker is back at Arkham.

The sirens blare louder.

"The cave," he orders.

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