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Oswald looked at the chaos happening between his men and the group of highschoolers they’d been following and barely contained a sigh.
Two of his men were already unconscious on the ground.
There was an African American teen in a beret wrapped around one like a damned koala, doing his best to choke the man out. Two more had armed themselves with various bits of alley rubble and were cheerfully beating the shit out of two more of his minions.
The last teenager, the one that he’d been told was a Wayne, had also attached himself to a goon. Except instead of trying to choke the man out, it seemed like he’d decided to sink his teeth into his captives ear.
“OW! Shit! Somebody get this feral bastard off!” The minion who’s name escaped Oswald at the moment yelled.
“Little busy here Joe! Oof!” The blond boy who looked like he’d fit right in with the Goonion slammed a two-by-four into his opponents gut.
“Yeah! You go Fentina! Give ‘em hell!”
“NO MERCY!” The Asian boy yelled, tackling his goon into the side of a dumpster.
Before he could intervene, a middle aged, heavy set balding man skidded to a stop at the other end of the alley where the one-sided brawl was taking place.
“What in the War of the Worlds is going on here?!” The man shouted. “Mr. Foley! Let him go this instant! Mr. Baxter! Mr. Kwan! Enough of that! And Mr. Fenton! Spit that out right now, you have no idea where it’s been.
Almost instantly, all four teens stopped what they were doing.
“But Mr. Lancer! Look at ‘em!”
“Yes Mr. Baxter, I see them and I’m fairly certain they’re not who you think they are!”
“But!”
“No ‘buts’ Mr. Foley. All of you come here this instant!”
Oswald watched, bemused, as they all gathered in front of the older man.
Fenton turned and spat out a glob of blood. It landed with a splat on the alley wall.
Lancer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose then turned his attention to where Oswald was standing with two of his guards.
“My apologies Mr. Cobblepot.” The children spun and looked as if they’d had no idea he’d been there, watching the chaos. His conscious henchmen groaned in unision. “It seems that none of my students read the information packet before our trip and mistook your men for Government agents.”
That… did absolutely nothing to clear up the situation at all.
“Well, my boys thought that they had a Wayne brat in their sights…” He shrugged in a ‘what can you do?’ way and watched as the blood covered Fenton boy shivered and made gagging sounds.
“Ew! No way! Rich frootloop with an adoption problem, no thank you!” The black haired, blue eyed boy exclaimed.
Baxter gave him a pat on the shoulder that nearly sent Fenton to the ground.
“Hey Danny, at least it wasn’t Batman and his squad of goody-two-shoes hero pals that came after you!” Foley exclaimed, wrapping an arm around the now named Danny Fenton.
Also, that was quite the interesting bit of information. He might have to look into this Danny Fenton a bit more thoroughly.