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Posted by Nightwing
on 6/10/2009, 12:54 am
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Prologue
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The city is being overrun by a wave of drug enhanced thugs. Someone has introduced a drug that can increase a person’s normal reaction time to nearly the level of a Flash. Now, suddenly, the average Joe can have super speed, granting them the ability to be the ultimate criminal. Crime rates are through the roof, even for Gotham, and no one has been able to get a solid bit of evidence as to who is handing out the drug. No one is talking, but everyone is using.
Commissioner Gordon is getting heat from every direction to find a way to stop the spreading of the drugs, but his sources are already spread thin with the normal crimes of Gotham. Hoping to ease his pain, he has called in a favor from an old friend to assist him. Gordon’s old partner and life long friend from Chicago, Curtis Phillips, comes to Gotham unsure of what the favor truly is. When confronted with the task of taking on a small team of his own to deal with the drug outbreak, Phillips doubts his capabilities as a cop, now much older and out of practice. Gordon gives Phillips 48 hours to make a decision.
Meanwhile, Nightwing, Blue Beetle, and Black Canary come into contact with the new drug enhanced thugs and manage to barely defeat them. However, before they can ask any questions, the men all begin to scream in pain and phase out of existence before the heroes’ eyes. Nightwing recalls meeting a new Captain Boomerang with similar abilities and makes plans to find him for questioning. If anyone can give Nightwing the lead he needs for this new drug, it would be him.
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Kubrick District, 3 AM
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I’ve been searching through dark alleyways for close to four hours now. Somewhere, hidden in the shadows is a kid with answers that could save Gotham from a great threat. The problem is finding this guy. I know that he’s still in the city somewhere. It has only been twenty four hours since I last saw him trying to beat up a group of thugs over what I assume was the selling of these drugs. My instincts tell me he knows something.
Finally, I get my break. As I swing over the top of the Knightmare Klub, I spot “Lazy Eye” Larry leaving from the back door, and he is in a rush. Once I get closer, I can tell that he seems more antsy than usual. Something is definitely up.
I retract my grapple and flip over his head, landing directly in front of him and bringing him to a screeching halt, “What’s the rush Larry?”
His good eye shifts around in his skull, looking for an escape route, while his other stares at me with certain fear, “Rush? I…I uh…I wasn’t in a rush.”
“No?” I slide to the left a little to meet up with his gaze again, “Then why are you looking around like you’re waiting for a ninja to come out of thin air and kill you where you stand?”
Larry’s body begins to shake and perspiration begins to form on his forehead. He’s hiding something, “I don’t know what you’re talking about man. I was having a good time in the club and then I realized it was late. So I started home, when you dropped into my life. Things have been good for me lately bird brains, I don’t need you bringing some crap down on me. You know what happens to a guy like me when the boys find out I was talking to your type in a dark alley one night? They start to ask questions. And trust me, they don’t bother to use words.”
“Aww Larry, I don’t want that anymore than you do. So maybe you can help me real fast, and then you can go back to your life as it was. What do you say?” I give him a big grin and shrug my shoulders for added measure.
The kind act doesn’t work on him, and Larry visibly gets annoyed, “I don’t owe you crap! Now get out of my way.”
Larry moves to the side and tries to go around me. I reach out and grab him by the collar of his jacket. As I twist my hips and force Larry off the ground, he lets out a yelp. In seconds I have him pinned against the wall and squirming to get down, “I’m not in the mood for games tonight Larry! Someone is slipping these drugs onto the street and I have a feeling this Captain Boomerang has something to do with it. You’re going to tell me where to find this kid, or so help me God I will make your eyes match, permanently!”
“You don’t understand, the guy would kill me!”
Larry’s eyes begin to water and I can tell that he is terrified. Not of me, but of this person he is referring to, “Who is he Larry? You can tell me. I’ll take care of him. All I need to know is who is supplying the drugs. Can you tell me anything?”
Seconds go by, and I can tell Larry is weighing his options. He swallows hard and then shakes his head, “The boomerang kid is just a supplier. He hands the stuff out for free and helps spread the stuff. There is a much bigger mind behind this whole thing. That…that’s all I can tell you…”
I lower Larry some, so that I can look directly into his eyes, and give him my grittiest Batman impression, “Who is it Larry!?”
Larry begins to panic, but he’s refuses to reply. He wants nothing more than to tell me, but I can see it in his eyes, something scares him more than I do. I shove Larry hard against the wall a second time, “Who!”
Suddenly his expression changes and a large smirk creeps onto his face. I pull him in even closer, “What’s so funny Larry?”
I follow his gaze and look over my shoulder to find the object of my recent obsession, ready and waiting for me, “You!”
Before I can react, he pulls a boomerang from his jacket and tosses it at me. Although I try my best to dodge the attack, the boomerang hits me square in the temple, causing me to lose my balance. I fall to one knee, letting Larry land on his feet next to me. My ears are ringing and my head is suddenly pounding. I can feel Larry moving around me. From behind, he lowers his head next to mine and whispers in my ear, “I was just thinking bird boy. If you want a sample of the drug so bad, why don’t you give it a try yourself?”
Taking a syringe from his coat pocket, Larry grabs my shoulder and stabs the needle into the back of my neck. I’m unable to stop him in time and the drug immediately courses through my body. The numb feeling from my head rushes to the rest of my body and my skin feels like its frozen, but on fire at the same time. I fall to the ground clutching my neck and straining to keep consciousness. What has he done to me?
As I lay on the ground, fighting the effects of the drug, Boomerang walks over to Larry and starts to interrogate him. I try my hardest to list to what is said.
“That was pretty close Larry. I wouldn’t want you spoiling the boss’s fun so early.”
“I swear I wasn’t going to tell em!”
“Maybe if you weren’t club hopping after hours you wouldn’t be so inclined to run into these punks.”
“Ar…are you going to k…kill me?”
“Nah. I don’t like to get my hands too dirty, not my cup of tea.”
I start to pass out, as my body temperature rises and sweat begins to cover my skin. Larry and Boomerang’s voices become inaudible for several minutes while I fight to keep conscious. Instinctly, I grab my gauntlet and try to find the recorder hidden inside. After several more seconds, I find the device and hold it out as close as I can towards the two men.
“Keep spreading it, and just make up something to clear the stigma. These kids may scare easy, but once you tell them it’s ok and that they can have their super powers back, they’ll go crazy for it again.”
My hearing comes back and I can tell that the conversation is drawing to an end. Through my blurred vision I look up at the two men and try my best to read their lips, “What about this punk?”
“You shot him full of the stuff. He’ll be out of action for at least two days, if he manages to keep himself together that long.”
Oh no! The drug; they injected me with the drug. Boomerang is right, if it’s the same stuff those kids had that we fought, I’ve got only a few hours before my body begins to decompose and evaporate. What kind of a mess have I got myself into? I was so careless…
“Everyone freeze!” I hear a new voice come from the other end of the alley. Rolling to my side, I try my hardest to make out the image of silhouette that stands only a few feet away, “Don’t move a muscle punks!”
I hear the sound of a gun being drawn and the safety being released. Whoever this guy is, he’s either clearly insane or he’s the ballsiest man alive.
Words are swapped between the two parties, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. My vision fades in and out as I try to squint hard at the silhouette again. I can’t make anything out.
The man makes a move and I can make out Boomerang yelling. Things are getting heated, but I can’t focus enough to figure out how it’s going to end. Suddenly my ears ring with the sound of a gunshot and then a scream. I twist my head to both sides and try to figure out who has been shot, until the loud thud of a gun landing at my side gives me a pretty good idea of what happened.
Footsteps echo through the dark alleyway as the man leans over, swearing profusely under his breath.
Minutes pass as I roll around on my back, trying to regain my vision and balance. The dim light that illuminates the alley is suddenly blocked, and the shadow of the man is over me. I can make out his voice, but it’s fuzzy, “You ok son?”
*split*
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