"You sure this is the most prudent course of action?"

"Uh-huh."

"But those guys have guns. You could get hurt!"

"Too late to change my mind now. Already put my evening wear on." 

The two men speaking were Dr Aaron Kitchell, an engineer of superlative skill and Galahad, a man who's skills were better left unspoken. Kitchell was currently in the safety of his underground bunker, a repurposed subway station terminal that was thought to be lost during the No-Mans land crises while Galahad was deep within the confines of the Bowery, one of Gotham's most dangerous neighbourhoods. The reason he was there was simple. Dr Kitchell had received a tip from one of his paid informants that a group of illegal gun runners operating in the city were using a loft in the Bowery as a safe house. As he wasn't the most 'physically' inclined of individuals it was left to Galahad to perform the wet work, something he seemed to relish with a near savage glee. To help in these evening jaunts Kitchell had developed and built the Knight Exo-Suit, a set of hi-tech armour that would keep Galahad ahead of even the most prepared of criminals. 

So when Galahad, dressed in the Knight armour and calling himself Paladin, kicked the front door of the gun-runners hideout open and swaggered in with all the confidence of a man who owned the place its little wonder that the rogues were more than a little surprised. One man, slouched on the couch in the front room, could barely believe his eyes. 

"Don't get up pal, I'll show myself around." stated Paladin before calmly shooting the crook in the leg, who could only scream in response. He'd heard that Batman had a 'thing' about guns, but Galahad had no such restrictions. In fact when you were as good with guns as he was it would be almost a crime not to use them, or at least that's what he told himself. He could hear Aaron gasp in shock, probably stunned by the brutality of the act. That was why he was sat behind a monitor in his safe place though, and Galahad was out here doing the wet work. Some men just aren't cut out for the hard stuff. 

Paladin could hear a commotion from the back room, sounded like another two gun-runners getting ready for a last stand. 

"Suit, switch to heat vision." the suit's visual readout snapped into obedience, the room becoming a colourful blend of blues, greens, reds and yellows, all indicating different heat sources. And there, just behind the walls of the next room and armed with assault rifles, were the other two gun-runners. Sometimes it was just to easy. With easy grace of someone who'd done this more than once he raised his arm and shot the two through the wall, careful not to kill them though. Maybe he didn't mind using guns, but he was trying hard not to have to kill anyone. He entered the room with the two smugglers and disarmed the two in amongst their groans for mercy. 

"Who are you man?" asked one when it became apparent that Paladin wasn't gonna kill them outright, though if their wounds weren't seen to soon they run the danger of bleeding out. 

"Just a concerned citizen. You found those guns yet Blacksmith?" Dr Kitchell had insisted that Galahad called him Blacksmith whenever he was in the field, which was just about the worst call-sign he had ever heard. 

"The suits scan is indicating they are in the floor underneath you. Floors just normal timber, shouldn't have any problem getting to it. Will I call the police now." 

"Them and an ambulance too, these fella's are gonna need it." Aaron had highlighted on Paladin's HUD just were the guns were, under the floor not to far from him. It didn't take much to stomp his armoured foot through the floorboards, revealing a sizeable treasure trove of guns and ammo. He idly thought about just how much money all that hardware could earn before shaking his head. He'd leave the guns for the cops to decide what to do with, which meant that they'd more than likely end up back on the streets in about six months in the hands of some new group of hoodwinks. That's Gotham for ya. He crossed back to the two crooks, who he hog-tied with a length of filament cable from his belt. By the time he was done he could hear the sirens getting closer. He waited until they sounded like they were right outside before pulling open one of the windows in the main room and swinging his legs out. The cops were banging up the stairs when he engaged his boot thrusters and kicked off into the night sky. 

"Another good nights work." Aaron said, his happiness apparent even over the commlink.

"Yeah, a good nights work." Replied Galahad. A couple thousand more like that and maybe his conscience would stop weighing so heavy on him.