@BrattiestWayne@RedHeadedKane @BeetleTim @TakingGotham @MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior @creeper_ryder — places that don’t have them built in. Now, I can probably cyber muscle some of the protocols away, but I’m not sure if I can get all of them.”
He turned around to face them. “Passing as buyers might be our better option, are either of you associated with any companies in your—
@BeetleTim @TakingGotham @MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior@RedHeadedKane@BrattiestWayne @creeper_ryder — two can help me out her.”
Pulling them up, he stared at them for a moment before rubbing his temples. Fucking headache.
“Right. Well. Any ideas?”
[BW]
@BeetleTim @TakingGotham @MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior@RedHeadedKane@BrattiestWayne @creeper_ryder — break into fucking WayneCorp? They literally supply the tech that the fucking army uses!”
He turned away from them, facing the computer and began to pull up the blueprints for the buildings that they’d need.
“Hopefully the building layouts the same across universes and you—
@BeetleTim @TakingGotham @MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior@RedHeadedKane@BrattiestWayne @creeper_ryder — was doing some joint project with Ted Kord. Real historic shit. All fell apart when Joker killed him.”
He paused, wiping blood from a gash on his forehead.
“Pretty sure the parts are all over though. But I think WayneCorp. has some of them. Why?”
@TakingGotham @BeetleTim @ManhuntrSpencer@MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior@RedHeadedKane@BrattiestWayne @creeper_ryder “No.” He says, turning his back on the group.
“I couldn’t forget Bryce. Not after I watched him die infront of me.”
Wait. What? Who died?
Jason’s head ached as he felt his left eye swell, then collapsed as the same sides cheek shattered. He fell to the ground both femurs—
@TakingGotham @BeetleTim @ManhuntrSpencer@MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior@RedHeadedKane@BrattiestWayne @creeper_ryder — He felt his chest tighten, and a lump form in his throat.
“You must not be from here...” he mused quietly. Looking down at the ground for a moment.
“Otherwise you’d know that Bruce is fucking dead!” He snapped, glaring at what must’ve been himself through the skits of his—
@TakingGotham @BeetleTim @ManhuntrSpencer@MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior@RedHeadedKane@BrattiestWayne @creeper_ryder — Bruce.”
He holstered one of his guns, keeping the other trained on the group. Drawing a combat knife from its sheath on his leg, he advanced on the copy.
“This is for Gotham.”
[JTG]
@TakingGotham @BeetleTim @ManhuntrSpencer@MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior@RedHeadedKane@BrattiestWayne @creeper_ryder “You don’t know shit. Go to hell Clayface.” He growled.
Shifting his aim from head to left shoulder, he squeezed the trigger and fired a custom titanium composite hollow point bullet. The C4 kicker sent it flying twice as fast and right into the copies shoulder.
“That’s for—
@BeetleTim @ManhuntrSpencer@MissBat3woman@TimDrakeSavior @TakingGotham @RedHeadedKane@BrattiestWayne @creeper_ryder — glass, he made his way to the fire escape and began to head to the roof.
He had no clue what to expect, drawing his pair of custom made .45’s he took the steps two at a time till he was at the top.
“Freeze shit heads!” He yelled, aiming his guns at both the machine and the—