Metropolis

Nightwing looked back at Gear.


"We do not have the time to play with one person at the moment." Nightwing said in a near angered tone.


Just as he said this, the door exploded outwards towards nightwing. 15 guys piled out of the door all holding sub machine guns.


"FREEZE RIGHT THERE!" The men yelled out.


Rolling backwards from the explosion then taking his stance, Nightwing gritted his teeth.


"Not even close!" Nightwing yelled back as he threw the marbles at the men.
 
Frowning, Gear looked at the man in front of her as the door burst open. Moving her sword from him, she set a fiery hand on the side of his before pushing him away from her and looking back at Night wing and the door. She had a feeling it was her fault, and knew that she was the reason this didn't go the way they planned.
 
As the marbles soared through the air at the men, one of them exploded in a thick mist.


"Gear! Get some distance!" Nightwing yelled out before the other marble exploded.


The other marble exploded in a fiery blaze.


"AHHHHHHHHHH!" could be heard from the inferno.


Nightwing turned towards Gear and took off running into a full sprint. Grabbing a hold of Gear, Nightwing leaped off the edge of the building.
 
It could have been his imagination, which wouldn't be very surprising, but Grimm could swear he smelled blood in the air.The crimson moon positively glowing between the dark rainclouds. The weather had suddenly taken a turn for the worse, lightning brightening the night sky every few moments. It was in this weather that he had decided to go for a stroll, and with the streets near empty, it was a comfortable walk. It was with great amusement that he found himself the "victim" of a mugging not ten minutes out the door.


"Gimme everything you got," the unshaven man snapped, holding a knife near Grimm's throat.


"I guess since you asked nicely," he replied, grabbing the blade of the knife in an iron grip, drawing blood, and wrenching it off to the side. With the blade out of the way, Grimm launched his right fist quickly into the other man's throat, giggling hysterically as he collapsed in a fit of coughing.


"I'm sorry, is this not enough!?" Grimm asked comically, his voice raising while he flicked blood from his left hand onto the attempted mugger's face.


After another fit of laughter, and a loud crack, the coughing stopped; and Grimm walked out of the alleyway, blood and bits of bone dripping from his clothes to mix with the rain water.


The alleyway was left a bloody mess, with a twenty dollar bill perched cautiously atop a gory mess that was once a person...
 
As Gear was grabbed, then forced off the side of building, she frowned but stayed silent. Looking at Nightwing, her frown deepened as well as her guilt. She'd cost them this mission, and she knew it. Bracing herself for the impact of the ground, she realized how horrid she was as a 'good guy'. At least if she had done this as a bad guy, it would have given her some under ground rep and a chance to gain a crew of slackies to pull off better crimes than a simple buglery.
 
The night was young, there were things to destroy, and Grimm decided that it was time he killed someone again. It didn't really bother him that he'd just murdered a man on the streets just moments before, but now he wanted more, and started making his way to the richer end of town. Rich people were always the most entertaining to murder gruesomely, they always begged, cried, and tried to pay a murderer off; they were so much fun to pick on...
 
"I know what you might be thinking. But trust me, it is not your fault." Nightwing said as he grabbed out his grappling gun and shot it towards the building.


As the hook hit the building, it slowed their decent until they were standing on the ground.


"Get to the bikes. We're leaving right now. We need to get some distance and regroup with other heroes." Nightwing said again as they ran to the bikes.
 
Nodding her head, Gear's body moved automatically. She got the sense he was right, but the voice in her head was louder. Moving after him, and swinging her leg over her bike while simultaneously turning it on, she looked over at him. The sound of a gun shot and the familiar ping of metal hitting the ground brought her head back towards the roof.


Fire spread up her arm quickly and she kicked the bike into life and spun it around towards the building. Speeding towards it, she ran her hand across it, lighting the side on fire, before turning it back around, and heading back towards Nightwing. As the fire died out on her arm, she gripped the handles tightly, well aware that she was leaving a lovely bloody hand print around one of them.
 
It didn't take long for Grimm to find his prospective mark, a massive house with guards paid to stand vigil twenty four hours a day. The idea was quite amusing to him, a flight of fancy if nothing more.


"Good evening fine sir," Grimm exclaimed, a wicked grin on his face as he approached the lone guard at the front gate, "How do you do this lovely night," he continued with a cackle.


"Sir, I'm going to need you to vacate the premises," the guard replied monotonously, obviously caring little for his line of work.


"One should take pride in all that they do!" Grimm exclaimed as a response, jamming three fingers from his right hand into the poor fellow's eye socket, gouging his entire eye out before he could scream, followed by a punch to the throat, and a wristlock. Grimm promptly snapped the man's hand, shrieking with laughter as he tore it off and jammed the wet end into his other eye. The guard died in moments, only a brief cry of pain escaping his lips.


It took Grimm even less time to get onto the property, strolling up the main path, killing anyone that got in his way, disregarding their handguns entirely; they were only using rubber bullets, hardly a deterrent to someone with the pain tolerance that Grimm had, his regenerative capabilities healing any bruises that would form just moments after impact. The guards were often left in pieces, brutally sundered by the intruder's bare hands.


In only a few minutes, Grimm was inside the manor, with only the resident(s) and a handful of guards left alive. It was in the master bedroom that Grimm found the residents, a middle aged couple, probably to disoriented by the suddenness of the intrusion to drag themselves into the panic room that had no doubt been installed.


"Well howdy doo!" he cackled, pulling an exquisite lamp out of the wall as he approached the couple.


The man stood in front of his wife and pulled out a checkbook, a checkbook! "How much are they paying you to kill me, whatever it is, I'll double it," he replied, as if this had happened before.


"Oh, I don't think you could afford that," Grimm replied, his maniacle grin spread from ear to ear.


"What do you want, ten million, twenty million!?" the rich man asked, panic starting to creep into his voice as this mad intruder approached.


Without warning Grimm smashed the lamp over the man's head, dicing his scalp and knocking him unconscious, "You only have one life!"


He hauled the man off the floor and hurled him out the third floor bay window of the master bedroom, moving forward to the man's wife, who was frozen in shock as he put the bloody mess of his hand to the middle of her forehead.


"Sh sh sh... it'll be alright," Grimm told her, giggling like mad under his breath as he stood, admiring his handiwork.


"It only hurts for a moment!" he shouted, the blood flashing bright red with a loud crack as her head exploded into a gory mess all over the room.


Before any authorities arrived, Grimm left again, somehow leaving no real trace as to where he went.
 
"I think," Scarlett replied to Wonder Woman's question "With both my powers and Talon's powers, we can handle it." She smiled confidently. Her wings were too small to carry even her right now, on their own anyway. But Talon's power to manipulate weight could lighten the load, and her power to manipulate wind could move them in the right direction. Maybe Talon could even lighten them enough for Scarlett to use her wings to fly them in. Then again, she had zero practice using her wings to fly. She could wing it (pun intended) and would probably be okay, but it would probably be easier with her wind powers.


She was still mulling it over in her head as Superman and Wonder Woman spoke, but was snapped out of it when she heard a rustling. Her only reaction to it was to look back in the direction the sound had come from, waiting for whoever, or whatever, it was to show his or herself. Or for Superman to jump on the first chance he saw to rough someone up.
 
Superman just stood there and shook his head at talon.


"You are not crazy. We all heard it. You can come out now." Superman said.


Some more rustling came about and finally a sheet of metal fell over revealing a 10 year old boy. He couldn't help but smile at the three of them as he lifted his hand and placed it on his head.


"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle anybody." The boy replied.


Superman had a bit of a disappointed look upon his face as he looked at the boy.


"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be looking for a way into that base." Superman said as he walked over to the boy.


Turning back to Talon and Scarlett, he smiled a little.


"This was your information gatherer but as you can see, he decided to hitch a ride with us and not do his job." Superman said.
 
As Superman had confirmed, Talon wasn’t crazy; apparently there was a young stow-away in the back of the jet, a boy no older than 12. He smiled and the red head could only frown at his presence, shooting a confused look at Superman. For a hero with x-ray vision he couldn’t see kid in the back of their jet…


"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be looking for a way into that base."


Surprise overtook her features as Superman scolded the boy, and she gave the kid a better glance. The exobytes didn’t seem to have an age preference, but it was sad to see someone so young infected. The hero that was currently directing them told them that he was indeed their informant, like she had guessed.


“So…what can he do?” she asked randomly,


She wasn’t really sure on how else to comment on the situation.
 
the boy looked up at Talon with an angered look.


"Don't you feel sorry like i am just some boy. And for what i can do." The boy replied.


Standing up and reaching back into the compartment, he grabbed out a backpack. Opening the pack, a thousand little buzzing robot bugs came flying out.


"I am Toyman." The boy replied.


~~~~


Nightwing accelerated on his bike and caught up with Gear, as they headed out of the docks.


"I am not sure if batman will be at all pleased with how this mission turned out." Nightwing said as he accelerated a little more, leading the way.
 
Gear gritt her teeth. "He shouldn't be. " Going faster, she focused her anger into control, "Let me talk to him about it."
 
"This city is so boring!" Grimm shouted at no one in particular theatrically, already far from the crime scene. "There's no one to really have fun with; this is all just showmanship lately!"


The superhuman was quite upset with the overall lack of resistance from his victims. What he needed was another super, someone that might actually hurt him back, maybe even kill him!


That was an exciting prospect as it played through Grimm's mind, images of arterial spray played about, over and over, every time blossoming into new shapes, new sounds, new sensations! The images were getting intense as the former genetic experiment began to cackle madly.
 
Revving the engine once more, Gear took a sharp corner, skidding it with her foot and nearly burning the sole of her shoe out completely. Completely ignoring Nightwing, she headed back for the city. Slowing down a little past the start of real city, over slums, she turned almost robotic, just following the motions, stopping at red lights, obeying speed laws, everything she never did. Suddenly, a thought kicked into her head.


All she needed, was some old fuel, things that really got her going. Violence, pure and raw in all forms. Flashes of red on slate flickered through her head, and her tongue flicked out over her lips. Suddenly cutting down a road towards nicer houses, she stopped seeing someone moving out of the corner of her eye. Watching them while not, she tightened her hand into a fist, pretending to just be checking something. Their misfortune was about to be her enjoyment.
 
The sound of a motorcycle engine was quite out of place in this neighbourhood, so Grimm was sure to keep an eye on the rider over his shoulder, possibly his next playmate, failing to contain his laughter at all, breaking out in hysterical chuckles as he gave up on the facade of "stealth".


"Do you want to play a game!?" he shouted, clenching his bloody fists as he started walking into the middle of the almost deserted road.
 
Hearing the man laugh and then borderline issue a challenge, Gear grinned. This was going to be a fun night. Not even looking at him, she swung her leg off of the bike, cut the engine, and pulled up the scarf around her neck. Cracking her knuckles and flicking her bloody palm out, to get rid of the excess, she turned sharply. As her heels clicked upon the pavement, she drew nearer to the man, a hidden smirk playing over her face.


"The real question is, do you?"
 
"Oh, it's my favourite game," Grimm replied, cackling even more.


As the girl flexed her hands, he noticed the blood running from her hand, perhaps she was a later experiment from the same program? The best imaginable possibility!


"I see you have one too," he laughed, motioning with his chin toward the crimson splatter, flexing his own injured hand to emphasize his point.


"Shall we begin!?" he asked, suddenly serious, the near constant chuckle stopping for a moment as he spoke, contrasting his usual nature.
 
Gear sneered a little behind her scarf. Thoughts of dragging a charred skeleton into a dumpster changed that rather quickly. As he basically asked her if she should start beating the shit out of him then or later? She had to laugh herself. "How old are you kid?" She asked rather cruelly, stopping about ten feet from him, she put her hands into her pockets and looked him up and down. "16...17? Go. Home."
 
"Three!" Grimm laughed, launching himself into action, closing to arm's reach in what seemed an instant. He didn't even know how old he was, but it really wasn't something that mattered to him.


"Maybe you should be the one to go home little girly!"
 
His movements sealed the deal. Cracking her hand forward, she aimed for his stomach, hand bursting into flames midswing. She didn't want something long and drew out, she wanted blood. Shifting her weight with it, her other hand reached to her side, grabbing the tip of her cane and twisting.
 
The motions were simple to counteract, and Grimm grabbed the girl by her elbows while she prepared to strike, then drove his forehead into the bridge of her nose.


"Is this all!?" he asked, angry, not laughing; this should be much harder to read.
 
Barely feeling the connection as her nose shifted, she grinned. The fire on her one hand, spread up her arm quickly towards his hand, the other lighting aflame as well. "You have no idea...." She growled, leaning her head back and cracking it down against his just to return the favor.
 
"Oh? At least it'll stay interesting!" Grimm laughed, spitting some blood into her face.


"At least for a few seconds..." he said, shifting back easily.
 
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