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It was Saturday night in Gotham City. The air was frigid and snow was falling in sheets, although this was to be expected in the winter months in Gotham. Despite the bitterness of the weather, Gotham City was still a concrete jungle of movement. In the downtown, criminal activity was going down as usual, and in the uptown, galas were in full swing attended by the rich, powerful, and corrupt. But even so, it was quiet, there were not any break-ins by the Sirens, nor unexpected Joker attacks. The people were at peace for once, even if they knew it wouldn't last.
Still, not everything was going to go right and just because the city itself was safe didn't mean the outer docks were as well.
Situated on the edge of Gotham Harbor was a row of a warehouse just outside the actual city limits. Most of these warehouses had been vacant for a while and so that should be the first clue that something was going down there. The second clue was that a frater with Lex Corp supply crates was docked by the last warehouse in the row. Lex Corp hardly ever did business with Gotham, seeing as their main competitor, Wayne Industries, was located there as well. But when Lex Luthor decides to do business in Gotham, it is most likely something illegal, as proven by the shipment.
Crates full of AK-47s, hand grenades, attack drones, among other things, were being loaded off the ship by a bunch of Two-Face's lackeys, half of them dressed in black, the other half in white. Half of the people had guns and half had knives. Half were men, and the other half, women. Say what you want about Two-Face, but you cannot deny he is dedicated to his theme.
With twenty total men patrolling the area between where the ship was docked and around the warehouse, and twenty more inside, each well trained and prepared to kill whatever moves, it was hard to infiltrate the warehouse. Hard, but not impossible.
Dick Grayson-Wayne was supposed to be home, studying in the warmth of Wayne Manor. Instead, he had managed to convince Jason Todd-Wayne to smuggle him out of the house. Normally the two boys took turns playing Robin, with the exception of Mass Arkham Breakouts, but not today. Damian Wayne and Tim Drake-Wayne were supposed to be taking down these henchmen, at the request of their father. Instead, the older boys had gotten caught up in one of the gang fights between the two villains henchmen. With their father out of commission due to an injury he received while on a Justice League mission, it was up to Jason and Dick to take down Two-Face’s goons. Whether or not their family knew or approved.
The two brothers moved between the crates, completely silent expect the sounds of their hearts. They took down men as they traveled closer to the heart of the warehouse, where Two-Face himself was situated. With nine men down and forty to go Jason and Dick spilt up.
“Oh god, he’s gonna kill us.” One of the men with a gun said. He was holding a clipboard and looking into one of the many crates. His partner, a woman dressed in black, glanced around nervously before turning back to look inside the crate. Curious, Jason crept forward, listening into their conversation.
“Not if he don’t know.” She said with a thick Gotham accent. “Louis and Katie are also takin’ inventory. He might think they done it. N’ we can always find whatever’s in here.”
The man thought for a second, drawing out a tablet. “According to the camera footage, it was somma the Penguin’s boys. We’ll just show the boss and he’ll get it for us.”
“SHOW THE BOSS! Hans, are ya crazy!” The woman exclaimed, snatching the tablet from his hands. With a scowled she started playing with the device before the man, Hans, took it back. “What are you doing?” He hissed. “I’m fixin’ this mess. Just delete the footage ya dingus. Then the boss won’t know it was us who lost it.” She said, gesturing towards the crate, the contents of which, Jason was still unaware of.
“He’ll find out if it’s lost even if we do delete the footage, genius. Let’s get outta here while we still can, maybe we can find the-"
"No, no. Just get rid of the evidence. We'll just blame in on Katie n' Louis. I mean, what's the boss gonna use something called 'X-Kryptonite'" Jason let out a gasp. Bruce had mad him memorize any and all types of Kryptonite a year ago when Superman came into contact with Black Kryptonite. X-Kryptonite is rare, so rare that even Batman thought there wasn't any left. And boy did Jason wish that was true. X-Kryptonite gave humans temporary powers, similar to that of a Kryptonian. If it's true, and Penguin really did get his greedy hands on it, then the consequences could be catastrophic.
"Did you hear that?" The woman said, raising her knife and looking around. Jason held his breath, hoping they couldn't pinpoint where he was from just his gasp.
"Yeah, but where did it come-"
"THERE!" The woman yelled. The man whipped around and he and Jason locked eyes just before the man open-fired. Leaping out of the way, Jason quickly scaled one of the support columns. Jumping onto the metal beams holding up the warehouse roof, Jason sprinted towards the center of the building. Right to where Two-Face was, in hopes of finding his little brother and knocking the criminal out quickly.
The use of the man's machine gun quickly drew the attention of the other goons, some coming in from the outside. Soon enough, they were all trying to shoot him and being in an open space that he was certainly didn't help Jason.
Jumping off the beam, Jason landed on his feet next to a large compartment of what seemed to be flamethrowers. He rushed through the maze of crates, taking down men and women whenever he came across them. Turning a corner he came face to face with Two-Face's face (lol, face alliteration).
Jason hesitated before dodging the fist Dent sent flying at his face. Crouching to his knees, Robin stuck out his leg, hitting Dent in the shins. The villain flew over, but not before grabbing Robin's arm and throwing him into a stack of taser guns. Grunting, Jason stood up about to throw himself back into the fight when another Robin jumped in and kicked Harvey across the face, causing his nose to start visibly gushing. The other boy walked over to Jason, pulling him to his feet.
"Holy Two-Face Batman, that was great!" The younger exclaimed.
"B ain't even here." Jason let out a sigh. His brother just smiled and shrugged.
"This won't stop me you insolent brats." Two-Face hissed, struggling to his feet. Jason raised an eyebrow.
"And why not?" The boy quipped. Two-Face just smirked before saying;
"When will Batman have time to stop me, when he is too busy mourning you." Whipping his gun out of the holster, Two-Face level it a Jason before pulling the trigger.
Jason heard the bang. Jason saw the bullet. Jason smelt the gunpower. He still couldn't process what was going on. This wasn't the first time he had been shot at, not by a long shot. But never before had he been shot, because how could he? Robin was invincible. But this was certainly the first time that it been a major villain and most definitely the first time it had been almost point blank. Suddenly, Jason felt his body moving, falling towards the ground. He didn't feel pain, and he didn't feel and bullet wounds, so why was there blood everywhere?
Turning his head, he saw the villain sprint away. But what about the blood? Looking down, he certainly saw a bullet wound, but it wasn't his.
Dick Grayson lay on the cold, concrete floor of the warehouse. Not moving, not breathing. And Jason? He couldn't breathe either.