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[b][color=CE2F29][centre] Red Robin #11 - Smashing the looking glass
Location - Gotham City, New Jersey.[/centre][/color][/b]
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Dumfree Tweed was too busy reloading his weapon to notice the dark shadow of Red Robin descending upon him from above. The young vigilante came down hard, kicking his feet against Dumfree's hands as he collided. The hulk of a man stumbled backwards, his hands opening as the nerves within them spasmed from the impact, causing his weapon to tumble onto the floor with a metallic rattle. He let out a large yelp, piercing the previous sound of chaos. 

Rebounding off of Dumfree's hands, Red Robin jumped back onto the floor, placing himself so that Dunfree was still blocking his still armed cousin. 

"Batman!" Was all the man could utter as he recovered himself, causing a flash of a smile on Tim's face. 

Clearly the branding wasn't quite working.

"[color=CE2F29]Not quite.[/color]" Tim rebuked with a chuckle, his hand moving to his utility belt in preparation. 

As he had predicted, the now weaponless Dunfree rushed forwards towards him. He reacted accordingly, jumping straight up and kicking himself into a backflip. He landed firmly, both feet square on the top of Dunfree's head. The impact rippled through Tim's body, but he knew the brute was feeling the worst of it. Crying out in pain, he lashed out above his head, only for Tim to leap once more, using him as a springboard. 

He moved through the air towards the other Tweed cousin, his hand finally moving away from his utility belt. His bo staff expanded as he swung forward at Deever Tweed, using his momentum to empower the swing. Deever couldn't even pull the trigger of his gun before the metal pole was hitting him aside the head. Blood and teeth spewed from his mouth as he dropped to the floor.

Red Robin was almost confident that the fight was done, then and there. Sadly, Tweedledum and Tweedledee weren't the types to go down without a fight.

He suddenly felt the weight of Dunfree's arms wrapping around him from behind, as the man attempted to grapple him. Tim rocked back and forth aggressively as he tried to wriggle free, but just as he did so, he found himself left open for Deever's fist as the man rose back to his feet.

The impact of the punch sent him immediately to the floor, his face now burning with pain. 

He couldn't focus on that pain just yet though. He needed a solution.

Red Robin swung out wildly with his bo staff, causing Deever to initially take a step back out of fear of the last time he'd encountered it moments previously. That moment of hesitation was all Tim needed though to make a grab for his grappling gun and to fire it forwards. The line shot out towards the two men, rocketing through Dunfree's legs and into the side of a car on the street before them. The shot had confused Dunfree so much that he didn't initially react as Red Robin retracted the line, and slid rapidly along the floor towards him and merely watched as the masked teenager passed between his legs. 

He swung out once more with the bo staff as he did so, however, using it to trip Dunfree onto the floor by bringing it hard against his shins. 

Reaching the car, Red Robin span and drifted onto his feet as his hands moved once more to his utility belt. Two small metallic devices fell into his hands. 

Data hadn't been the only thing he had taken from Freeze's lab. 

The cryogenic grenades exploded as soon as they hit their targets, an eruption of light blue ice cascading up the bodies of the two identical cousins before him. In moments they were frozen in place, their bodies entirely entrapped bar their heads, which stuck out awkwardly, now screaming for help.

Tim let out a long sigh of relief as he sat back against the car, his hand finally moving up to the redness of his face where he had just been punched. 

Tonight was going to be a long one.