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[indent][sub][COLOR=BLACK][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [color=lightgray]Gotham City, New Jersey, United States[/color][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=BLACK][b]The Batman: Embers[/b][/COLOR] [color=lightgray]Issue #4[/color][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=dimgray][SUP][sub]___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR]

[INDENT][COLOR=lightgray]The Batman had arrived in Robinson Park to no fanfare.

Only violence.

It was a currency that he was happy to endorse.

The kind of hatred the men who claimed the “purifier” title embodied, it was pure and hot, the kind of fuel that burned clean with very little to stop it once it stoked a flame. There was only one way to stop Robinson Park from being turned into ash. The sight of the Batmobile had scattered the Purifiers like ants, but the few who remained steadfast received the wrath of Gotham’s protector with ruthless efficiency. 

Batgirl, the vigilante’s troubled niece, was there to join him.

[color=black][b]“You did well.”[/b][/color] He remarked, [color=black][b]“But you should be smarter.”[/b][/color]

[color=yellow]“You say that every time.”[/color]

[color=black][b]“When you start listening, I’ll stop saying it.”[/b][/color]

The sound of metal meeting earth paused the duo’s brief conversation. As they turned, in the silhouette of the night they saw it as clear as day.

The Purifiers had brought something outside of guns and improvised weapons, after all.

[color=black][b]“Move!”[/b][/color]

An electronic hum, distorted and unseemly before a loud ‘thwoom’ exited the device’s maw as a beam of energy ripped through the park, hitting a structure in the background. The two vigilantes dodging with quick motion. 

Where and how did a group like this get their hands on a mech?
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