fandomtownies | Outside Cafe Fina, Wednesday night

Things had taken a turn for the worse. On top of absolutely everything else, now there were deranged individuals shouting nonsense, wearing makeshift armor, and ready to stab people.

As far as Batman was willing to let things go around here, trusting that it was important for the people of Fandom to do this kind of thing for themselves, this was a step too far. If psychos were going to be roaming the streets, so would Batman.

From his rooftop perch, he could see two conversing with nonsense phrases. Good. It meant they wouldn't hear him when he dropped in. The first psycho didn't seem to take very kindly to a two-story dropkick to the back of his neck. Of course, he didn't seem to be responding much at all outside of the odd twitch. Batman was almost surprised that the second one didn't even hesitate before charging with murderous intent. But that didn't mean much to the Batman.

A couple minutes later, the psycho was dangling upside from a lamppost with his tire shoulderpads tying his feet together.

Batman was just getting started.

[OOC: Open to anyone who may be in this particularly bad part of town tonight. Fandomites and psychos alike!]

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Kitty wasn't one for killing, but she was one for hitting bad guys and knocking them out so they couldn't hurt anyone till she could lock them up somewhere. Which was how she'd gotten a knife from one of the psychos.

"Not bad," she remarked, checking out the lamp post.

"Would've been easier if the tires hadn't been cut up for the shoulderpads," Batman said. "Have much trouble on your way out here?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle," she shrugged, holding up the knife. "Well at least we can stop waiting for that attack we all totally knew was coming."

"Hyperion's stationed on the other side of the island and they work with advanced weaponry," Batman pointed out. Then he prodded the first psychos he took down by kicking lightly at his 'armor.' "These guys pulled themselves from a literal scrap heap. They're two different groups. I'm still waiting for Hyperion to make their move."

"...Huh," Kitty said, realizing that did make sense. "Well, that's just great."

On the plus side, more guys to hit?

"If it makes you feel any better, it's entirely possibly they've made their move while I've been focused on things here," Batman suggested.

His humor was so dry, there were tumbleweeds.

"Oh, yeah, tons better," Kitty said wryly. "I should start doing cartwheels over it any second."

"Save it for these guys. Especially if you've practiced some kind of cartwheel kick," Batman said. For the record, he could totally do one. It was just much tougher with the cape.

"I could very possibly do one on the fly," Kitty said slowly, and nodded towards the lamp guy. "How long have you been at this?"

"This last batch? Just a few minutes. I had to restock my supplies earlier," Batman said, even though he wasn't holding any weapons. But he probably had a lot of stuff in his belt. "They were tougher than I thought they'd be at first."

"Yeah. I guess that happens against guys who think it's a good idea to dress themselves up in scrap metal," Kitty shrugged.

"They also have a habit of showing up in groups," Batman said. "If there's a bright spot, it's that they're not the quickest thinkers."

"And they're not immortal," Kitty pointed out. "I'll look for any bright side I can, clearly."

"No killing," Batman ordered. "I don't care what they are, fatal force isn't being used anywhere I am."

"Trust me, it's never something I have to do unless I have to." She didn't need more nightmares and therapy. "No worries about that from me."

"Good," Batman said. "Good to know that other people are keeping a level head."

Outside Cafe Fina, Wednesday night

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