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One of the many benefits to living in a large mansion, was that it was incredibly easy to sneak out of. All Charlie had to do was suit up, open up his overly large window, and climb on down to the ground. As he quickly made his way to the street, he mentally thanked his mother for being such a kickass inventor, and also for not noticing all the stuff he'd stolen in the past two months.

But gratitude aside, tonight was a big night. Tonight, Charlie had decided that it was time to take on something bigger than a common street thug. Beating up a mugger was too easy for him. There was no challenge. No, tonight, he went for some of the remnants of the Joker's men. He knew there'd be some still hanging around the abandoned amusement park, causing trouble for anyone who wandered on by.

The fastest way from the nicer side of Gotham to the considerably shittier side where the amusement park was located, was via rooftop. Unfortunately, Charlie had yet to perfect anything capable of getting him up to a rooftop, and so he was forced to move as quickly as possible to get to the amusement park. All in all however, it still took him fourty five minutes, traveling through ally ways and under broken street lights. He really needed to get that grappling hook working.

Charlie took a moment to stand and look up at the amusement park as he arrived. The now decrepit ferris wheel, the buildings that were now crumbling to pieces. He could hear the echoing laughs of the Joker's former thugs from where he stood. Taking a deep breath, he entered through the front entrance of the amusement park, his head swiveling each and every way. Suddenly, this wasn't such a great idea. These were murderers. People who'd have no qualms about killing him.

But then it was too late. Four men, dressed up in crude clown suits rounded a corner and laid eyes on him. "Well well, what do we have here? One of Batman's little bitches? I haven't seen you before," one of the men said, twirling a baseball bat in his hand. Charlie looked up at the men. [color=deepskyblue]"You know, that kind of generalization is offensive to say the least? Just cause I wear dark clothes and run around at night, that means I'm with Batman?"[/color] While the men pondered his words, Charlie rushed.

The men weren't caught as off guard as he'd have liked, and he was forced to duck under a rapidly approaching baseball bat. He drove his shoulder into the attacker's gut, driving him back. He jumped back, spinning away from punch that would've knocked him out, before lashing out with a kick of his own, aimed at one of the clown's knees. He fell to the ground, screeching. [i][color=deepskyblue]One down, three to go[/color][/i]

The other three men came at him all at once, forcing him to roll back and out of the way. When he got back up he was greeted with a solid punch to the gut. His clothes absorbed the worst of it, but he still wasn't a big fan. His own punch however, aimed at one of the men's face, sent him reeling. Hardened leather knuckles really packed a punch. The other two snarled at him and he grinned. [color=deepskyblue]"Not very liberal with the insults now are you guys? Come on, cat got your tongue?[/color] he asked, before striking out with front kick that sent the clown on the left to the floor. He turned to the last one. [color=deepskyblue]"Tell you what. I'm going to leave you alone. Let you tell your friends what I-"[/color] his taunt was cut off as the man charged, screaming. Charlie simply stepped out of the way and sent an elbow straight to the back of his head. He crumpled and remained on the ground.

A grin spread across his face. That had been fun. [i][color=deepskyblue]You know, most kids really don't spend their nights beating up thugs. Granted, I guess I'm not most kids. I guess most kids also don't have conversations with themselves while dressed up in a crime fighting suit. Guess I'm just special[/color][/i] He stepped over the men and began relieving them of any weapons they might have, which wasn't a lot. Guess they'd really downgraded since the Joker's death. Pity. He'd been looking for a challenge.