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Skeleton Jack knew every one of the other people Batman chose for this dark crusade were gonna be watching him. It truly didn't matter. Finding him and watching him were two very different things. As a couple of the more heroic types began strategic planning to look for Batgirl, Batman leaped into the night sky with a grappling hook not even answering the monster in the dark corner's question. Jack flipped and bounced off of security ladders and the side of a neighboring building down to where he'd parked a black motorcycle. Nothing special. It COULD have been a little quieter. The masked man seemed to not really care. When he wanted to go stealth he would, for now... the punks needed to see him coming. He didn't bother to see where the armored Batwing went, or any of the others in his group. Jack didn't need anyone to tell him how to get information out of enemies. His first adrenaline rush of the night came in the form of a couple muscle bound idiots trying to sell Venom to some teenagers near a football field by one of the high schools. When they saw the man with the skull mask coming down the street like a bat out of hell they turned to run before a couple throwing knives pierced one of their legs. 

The high school teens ran off with an adrenaline rush of their own, but Skeleton Jack didn't see an exchange made. He let them go to focus on the punk he'd hit with the blades.

"Where's your boss?" Jack asked pulling out a couple more blades from a compartment in his left gauntlet. 

"I'm my own man now!" the pusher said slapping a couple Venom patches on his forearms and getting jacked.

The goon couldn't have been much older than twenty-one. Looked like a former athlete. With the drugs, he looked like a muscle bound professional wrestler. The parked cycle of Jack's might as well have been a piece of garbage because the goon threw it with one hand like it weighed nothing. Jack managed to dodge out of the way but not before the guy rushed him and speared him through a fence. 

"All right Lil' Abner, I've had about enough of this ****!" Jack said picking himself up and throwing a three strike combo at the behemoth. 

The brute grabbed Jack for something of a bear hug when the skeleton helmet came crashing into the nose of the goon with a headbutt. Jack pulled what looked like steel zip ties out of the pockets on his thighs and bound the guy's hands and feet. When he shook off the headbutt he was shocked to see himself zip tied to a length of chain coming off the tail end of the semi-smashed cycle. 

"I'm gonna ask you one more time, junior. Where's. Your. Boss?" Jack asked already on the cycle. 

"**** YOU!" the Venom junkie screamed.

[b]Five minutes and about eight miles later down the highway...[/b]

"This punk didn't know anything after all. Damn shame those Venom patches wore off. Must not be the same as Bane's liquid formula. Of course he keeps the best product for himself..." Jack thought cutting the zip tie off the unconscious man's feet.

~KL~