[hr] [b][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/laDmRso.png[/img][/center][/b] [hr][center][h3][b]March 20th, 2005[/b][/h3][/center] [center][b]Eastside, Gotham City (11:25 PM)[/b] [sub][@Sloth] and [@Gowi][/sub][/center] [i][color=darkgray]“ORACLE has got something. Seems like there’s a disturbance at the University, as you predicted, Bruce.”[/color][/i] The voice of Alfred Pennyworth chimed through the communication channels, a voice of concern blatant as he informed the dynamic duo of local broadcasting from the Batcave. [color=black]“Purifiers? Noted.”[/color] Bruce’s scowl was practically audible when he responded with the last of their current quarry of criminals still in his arms. Before long he had tied up the last of them and broadcasted their location to the Gotham City Police Department before looking back at his young partner. If he hadn’t become accustomed to spending several hours a night either riding around in the Batwing or punching car thieves and the occasional costumed mad man in the face, Robin might’ve been yawning into his gloves. The dynamic duo had just subdued a group of “professional heist men” who’d almost immediately started shaking in their boots when the masked crimefighters had come diving in through the roof top window of the jeweler. [color=A93838]“Y’know, most people would want their kid in bed around this time on a school night. Or am I not going because of you-know-what?”[/color] Robin gave the Caped Crusader his signature smile while the duo was tying the group of criminals to the store’s counter. He could only hope the disturbance at the University of Gotham would be the last they’d have to deal with that evening. [color=black]“If you’re tired, take the Batwing and go back to the cave.”[/color] [color=A93838]“It takes more than that to get rid of me. You should know that by now.”[/color] The Caped Crusader gave no response as he looked over the group of criminals that they had just finished dealing with. It seemed like a satisfactory response, but it was hard to tell with Batman— especially when they were in the middle of patrol. [color=black]“We’re done here.”[/color] With that, the mentor and sidekick grapple-gunned their way back to the rooftops of Gotham City, mentally preparing themselves for whatever awaited them at the archaic University of Gotham. The two boarded the Batwing, the variable superjet they called a vehicle as they prepared to take flight to the incident that was going on at the school formerly known as Kane College. [color=black]“The University isn’t far from here— next burrough over.” [/color] [color=A93838]“You think Alfred baked a cake?”[/color] Robin, entering full naggy child mode. The Caped Crusader narrowed his eyes, as if in silent reply. Or rather, Robin assumed that’s what Batman was doing. It was his usual response to, well, anything. Before Dick had the chance to think up a snappy response, the Batwing had lifted off and they were well on their way to the University, which Dick could already see through his (window? Whatever the Batwing has). [center][img]http://www.serenitypropertysolutions.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/horizontal-rule.png[/img][/center] [center][b]University of Gotham, Coventry (11:36 PM)[/b][/center] Just as the Batwing set down on top of the University’s library building, Dick undid his seatbelt, or whatever it was you were supposed to call the things that keep you attached to your seat in a jet, and threw himself out of the vehicle, allowing himself to flip once in the air before landing on the stone. Batman looked decidedly unimpressed. [color=A93838]“So, what’s the plan?”[/color] As Batman also left the Batwing his eyes immediately went to scan the environment. The Caped Crusader’s analysis paused as he noticed a group of Purifiers armed with semi-automatic weapons dragging a group of students out of the nearby dormitory. That’s when both of the vigilantes noticed one of the armed assailants grabbed a megaphone from one of the back of the two automobiles. Seems he had something he wanted to say. [i][b]“Listen up! We’re doing a little ‘check and see’ tonight, and if you kids don’t want to end up with a hole in the head then you better shape up! Doctor Jason Woodrue has a little present for you lot. But don’t worry, if you pass we won’t kill ya.”[/b][/i] [color=black]“Eight purifiers, including the one with the megaphone.”[/color] Batman commented quietly as he looked at the students. “Over a dozen kids.” [color=A93838]“Someone likes the sound of their own voice.”[/color] Dick, and most certainly Bruce, had already begun mapping out a plan of attack, taking careful care to make sure they weren’t seen while they looked for an efficient way to rescue what appeared to Dick to be the Purifiers’ rather unwilling hostages. That was when a man in a lab coat with a metal briefcase in hand came out from the same van that the ‘leader’ had retrieved his megaphone from. [color=black]“Alfred, what do we have on a Doctor Jason Woodrue?”[/color] Batman asked quietly. [i][color=darkgray]“One moment. Ah, right here he is. From what I’m reading in these reports I can tell he’s a biochemist who studied at Empire State University. Joined the Purifiers movement in 2002. Only a few articles and a few of them are rather old, but there’s one here dated in November of last year.”[/color][/i] [color=A93838]“What’s it say?”[/color] [i][color=darkgray]“Claims to be on the verge of ‘curing’ the mutant disease, a way to know if a person is carrying the x-gene. I imagine whatever development he has achieved is underdeveloped and dangerous.”[/color][/i] [color=A93838]“Well, that doesn’t sound good.”[/color] [color=black]“No. It doesn’t.”[/color] Batman paused as he looked on as the labcoat-bearing Purifier opened the briefcase to reveal an assortment of contained liquid with a milky pink liquid inside and syringes. The Caped Crusader’s eyes narrowed as he retrieved a batarang from his belt. [color=black]“The Crimson Avenger.”[/color] Batman muttered as he didn’t bother to give Robin a fleeting glance. But he knew what the codename meant. [color=A93838]“I was really hoping for the Gray Ghost or the Lone Ranger.”[/color] Robin quipped as his hand dug into his utility belt for the high impact smoke bombs contained within. [color=black]“None of them gets away.”[/color] Just another night in Gotham City.