When You're Bored Enough So You Put Random SHIT

I stared at the blank ceiling above me. This time, I wearing my casual clothes instead of my batsuit. For once, this surprised me. I had a single dream...

The Blessing of Morpheus allows me to sleep without ANY dreams, unless someone powerful enough breaks through that perk and caused me to dream. I had this perk to prevent the PTSD nightmares that kept bugging me... Does that mean the perk doesn't work anymore, or am I just rambling again?

Shit, I should've known. I've got nothing to do, bored out of my mind, staring at the blank ceiling of a Faunus orphanage... How exciting.

This peace ain't going to last long when Volume 3 shit hits the fan. I like calm, peaceful time of my life doing nothing. I just happened to know every sons of bitches in RWBY that has an interest in fucking up the world because REASONS.

Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, Roman, Neo, Adam, White Fang, Tyrian, Hazel, Arthur, Leo, uhh... can't remember some names after Volume 3... Illa, Sienna, Salem, Grimm, racist pricks, and fans. Yes, I think the fanbase ruined RWBY. Tis what I was told...

In conclusion, I know everything, anything, ways that I could defeat them more than a million possibilities at once. Hell, I could speedrun RWBY if I put lots of effort. I had... the potential, to ruin canon in a day.

I pondered at that thought for a moment.

"Agh, fuck it. Let's go save the fucking planet." I stated with a sigh, before leaping from my bed and grabbing my phone. Typing a fast chat to the team, I ran outside to the world.

After a quick timelapse of events, including housework, entertaining kids with card tricks (the best I can do), teaching Jason how to throw a batarang, and wearing a cap on my head.

I upgraded my suit, now with dust lined protection in them. A new type of dust that I invented from Gravity and Hard-Light Dust (that I managed to find), and it was called Defense Dust. By using Aura to manipulate the durability, I could make it lighter or heavy in any situations.

However, there is a trade-off. The more lighter the suit is, the less of the protection. The heavier the suit is, and well- You basically become a walking block of 800 pound tungsten and can be mistaken as a J.J Abrams. Exaggerating much?

But the thing is, I've discovered this new type of Dust... but I don't have the tools necessary to make another batsuit that's capable of beating the shit against all of Beacon Academy...

So, if I have the chance... I could just make one. But not now! I'll stick with the prototype for now because I don't have the resources. Why am I talking to y'all. Anyways, night fell (again) as I got the Tumbler inside the batcave and said goodbye to the orphans who've fucked me around in many ways possible-

"You're leaving?!"

Yeah, and I thought it would be over just like that. Oh well, least I tried.

"You can't just leave while the gang who's trying to kill Jason! Even though you got those guys in prison, I don't think their gang would be too happy about that!" Eveline exclaimed. Yes, yes... you've watched too many crime stories to the point how the mafia works.

"No shit. I'm trying to go and cut loose ends..." I sinisterly walked out of the door. Eveline immediately stopped me before I could unleash chaos upon the sons of bitches and accidently kill one of Jason's brothers.

"Wait, you're saying that-"

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WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! I just felt... a massive disturbance in the force, as if... I checked my phone and accessed the multinternet. Yep! RWBY's gone from Youtube now. Fuck's sake...

"You alright?" Eveline went to my side as she noticed me clutching my head in pain. I grunted annoyedly. Rooster Teeth... God, that caught me by surprise... FUCK!

"Yeah, I'm alright... I just feel, a little... odd." I muttered, feeling the effects of a sudden reality shift from the real world. Good thing nothing changed that much, and I knew F was going to report this to me...

Yep. Time's frozen.

"I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE ROOSTER TEETH WOULD DO THIS!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LIMITLESS FRAMES, THE SUBTITLES, THE COMMENTS..! WHY, ROOSTER TEETH, WHY?!!!" I immediately deadpanned when F cried like a little bitch on the ground. F turned to me, as he ran straight towards me and begged.

"Please, MARK!! Don't ruin this RWBY fanfic for me! PLEASE, For the love of GOD, I'll do anything! ANYTHING! PLEASE!!!" F bursted a dam on my shirt as I pushed him away as my face morphed into the most disgusted face I could ever make.

"FUCK OFF!" I gripped him by the collars and threw him into the sky, as he was nothing but a speck of light in the distance. Fucking hell...

Okay, Rooster Teeth just did something... that's bad. Yeah. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, I was talking about Jason's brothers. Turns out (mysteriously) one of them is missing, and one of them is related to an obvious faunus racism gang cartel that produces Venom-like Dust mixture or whatever.

"Why are you breathing like you just thrown something? Are you alright?..." Eveline skeptically raised an eyebrow. Aah, the time's back. I let out a sigh of exhaustion.

"It's nothing. Back to Jason's relationship between the mafia... what exactly is it?" I asked. Eveline crossed her arms and leaned on a wall and began explaining. Jason's parents were shot by humans when Jason was just a little boy. Yikes.

How cliche can it get? Anyways, the three brothers didn't like that, so they moved in, trying to get a normal life, and one of the brothers went missing. That being Gris Greyback, Jason's 2nd older sibling. Either he's probably missing or dead... The third brother/sibling was called Fenrir Greyback, and decided to leave Jason in an orphanage and do what every sucker-for-a-brother does.

Acording to Jason, he can smell the scent of his third older brother between the gangs. I doubt his brother's going to be alive... But hey, FUCK the no-killing rule, destroy the cartel, steal some of their money or burn it along with it (cutting the resources of the mafia) and retrieve Jason's dead brother in the process. Actually, no.

"And you want me to look out if Jason's possibly dead brother is still alive, right? Ow." I received a hit from my arm from Eveline. She glared, not taking that comment as a joke while Jason was failing to throw a batarang.

"I'm beginning to see that you're an asshole..." She replied. I shrugged, before giving pointers to Jason after I left. Let-s-a kill those sons-a bitches. I made sure to sharpen my batarangs extra sharp today. Now let's go and-

"Wait. I haven't caught your name yet." Would you please stop interupting my FREAKING DIALOGUE, YOU CAT-NEKO WOMAN-?

"It's... Mark." I answered in a monotone. Eveline pondered about my name. How strange that my name is not based on a color, oh how cool- JUST GET ON ALREADY!

Whoa, I feel annoyed for some reason. "Be careful out there." She said softly.

...

Anyways, I went to the warehouse in 54th Street and observed and located two guards, nothing out of the ordinary. Adding a (unnecessary) note, the two guards look bored out of their minds right now.

So I left, thinking coffee would famish my hunger for lunch and I went inside a cafe and brought a long black. Tasted awful. I needed to think. How the hell did Boss Burrito think of an advanced enhancement out of Dust? Sounds illegal, and it is.

What next if I bankrupt a crime mafia producing dust drugs? I could get the data from the mafia to get any leads of our Hush reject, and find the little girl's blond sister. Then, well... wait for Volume 2 to start?

I rubbed my eyes and drank a sip from my long black. Why was I so tired all the sudden...?

"Excuse me, sir! Would you mind if you tell me where is the nearest scrollbooth?" A cheery voice called out to me. I rolled my eyes and absentmindly drank a sip of my long black.

"Over there, Penny. It's not that unnoticable to see it." I answered, expecting some sort of comment in the lines of "SEN-sational!" but what I got was silence. I looked up to see Penny Polendina staring me down curiously.

"How did you know my name?" Oh right. I shouldn't know her name in the first place because I wasn't there in Volume 1. Stupid move. Or was it? Honestly, this was just me not caring of my foreknowledge of RWBY...

"In the words of Ruby Rose... she happens to find a friend with orange hair, neon green eyes, pink bow, and... well, curious personality. Are you Penny Polendina?" I asked as she immediately brightened.

"I am! Salu-TATIONS, my name is Penny, and who are you to know friend Ruby...?" She tilted her head in curiousity. I rolled my eyes and sipped the coffee.

"Mark. Just Mark. Friend of Ruby, just saying." Penny grinned pleasedly, as she puffed up her arms excitedly because Ruby's friend = new friend in her logic.

"SEN-sational! This means I have gotten a new friend! We can paint out nails, and try on new clothes, and talk about cute boys!" I sweatdropped at her lack of social awareness. I sipped on my mug.

"I'm pretty sure that only accounts to girls, not boys... Unless, if said person is gay, then..." I muttered before I could say no more. Penny blinked at the term.

"Gay? That would be logical, since all of the above activities are positive! SEN-sation-" I stopped her before she could draw out any weird looks from the people in the cafe. Penny blinked.

"This is a cafe. A place for quiet and privacy, mostly best for studying. Please lower down your voice in this area, Penny. Note that in your mind..." I tapped her head as she smiled... confusedly. As if she understood but she was still confused.

"Sorry... another lesson to learn!" She grinned. I rolled my eyes. Though there was one question I needed to know.

"Why do you need a scrollbooth in the first place? You lost your ph- SCROLL, or something?" I slipped, and damn I make mistakes when I'm tired. I really do. Penny's head lowered down as she held her remains of what was her Scroll.

"Oh. I could just use mine to call who you want..." It's either General Ironwood or her father, Pietro Polendina, which who I am looking forward to use his resources to make a new batsuit.

"I'm sorry, Mark. I can't call with anyone's Scroll for classified reasons..." She said apologetically. The prevention of hacking or blackmailing through someone's Scroll. Yeah, Ironwood's very careful not to share his address to common people...

"Yeah, private reasons. I won't delve deeper. You are a person, and you have rights of privacy afterall..." I waved it off, Penny looking unsure about that. Penny's an android, doesn't like the fact she's not a real girl... in which she is one.

"Soooo. Penny, you got any family that's worried about you? One does not simply walk alone without friends, of course." I asked as Penny wondered.

"I have my father! He's kind, smart, and he told me it's good to have lots of friends! Though, I don't have them right now..." Penny frowned as she was sad. I pointed at myself at the robotic girl.

"You got me. I am your friend, right?" I replied. Penny looked flabbergasted from the statement. She broke it with a honest smile.

"SEN-sation-" "Shh!" I interupted her before she could cause another disturbance again. She let out rubbed her head in awkwardness and apologised. I met a robot girl. Sick.

...

After leaving Penny to her Scroll whatever business to her, night fell as the Batman rised again. Parking the Tumbler in camo mode, I zipped towards rooftops to reach the high point in the warehouse.

I said nothing and turned around to 54th Street and saw the Warehouse. It was sketchy as fuck.

"Two guards. Has... some sort of knocking system... Why not trying to use the 'Talk no Jutsu' on these guys?" I muttered about, and my difference between Batman is that I can redeem people to the point they don't involve my business.

...

Tonight was an average night for the two unfortunate typical goons. One got bored from the silence at standing around and holding their weapons, and sparked a conversation.

"You ever hear the legend if two guards talk stand around doing nothing, something strange will happen?" Fritz spoke. Tennet shrugged, not caring the coincidence of two guards matching the same tale.

"Yeah, everyone's going around referring... some cartoon called Chicken Mouth about two idiots in Orange and Red. Don't think it'll happen though. I just wanted to lazy around, see the DustTube and meet up some pretty girls... Not just stand here, shoot suspicious people while the gunshots can be OBVIOUSLY heard across 53rd and 55th Street... This job sucks." Tennet sighed out, leaning his head on the metal walls. Fritz shrugged in agreement. Then, a rustling sound alerted them both as they readied their guns.

"Who's here? We have guns! We won't be afraid to shoot you!" Fritz said back. Silence. Fritz and Tennet both looked at each other and shrugged.

"Then... why are you two gentlemen standing so boringly in guard duty?" A posh, elegent man said back to them. They both cried out and pointed their weapons at him.

"Hey, who are you! How'd you get here...?" Tennet stared at the wad of cash given to them. The posh man smiled and slipped the money in their pockets, adding a extra tap of kindness.

"Gentlemen... I have some business in this warehouse. You may as well have a good time using that money for yourselves, because this house is going to be a hell of a time. I suggest Junior's. By then, you won't be doing any guard duty from now on because there isn't a guard duty present. If you would be so kind enough to leave this area, that will be good... and oh, are you racially hate faunus?" The posh man questioned them both, as they stared at each other and shrugged in denial.

"Naah... we don't seem to care about Faunus that much. We just... kinda deal with it. In between the lines, you know sort of thing?" Fritz answered as Tennet nodded. The posh man smiled, before tapping their backs.

"Good answer, gentlemen. Off you go! Leave your guns on the way, you won't need them." They both dropped their guns and walked in the distance, just having without a care in the world. They both talked about how the guard job sucks balls. The posh man took off his disguise, as it revealed to be Mark.

"One of the chilliest guards in Remnant history... I thought it wouldn't work. Oh well. You take 'em." Mark shrugged, not caring of the bullshitty fact and took off the rest of his disguise to reveal the batsuit. Slipping inside the helmet on his head, he zipped towards the buildings.

Overlooking the windows above the building, he saw what a cartel was. People doing work. Drugs in belts. Guards holding guns. And one head room of the boss. He activated the radio transmission on his ear.

An explosion rocked the whole warehouse as it alerted everyone to report the outside damage, leaving a few guards on duty.

'Good to know everyone's going outside the building. By then, I won't have to fight them and meet the Boss. Boss Sandwich or something.' He thought, before smashing through the windows and slipped inside the head room.

Activating the EMP device, he blacked out the whole room in darkness. Marcello was casually observing his creation and smoking the Mistralian cigars after he panicked in the darkness. He went to grab his gun, before he was slammed towards the wall from two strong arms.

"W-what the hell are you?!" A burnt panther that resembled a demon freshly burnt from hell stared back in cold fury. He was more than terrified than his life ever could be right now.

"I need names. Who are the aura-users using your drugs?" It spoke in a raspy voice. He gritted his teeth and steeled himself.

"The hell if I know! What makes you think that I'll-" He howled in agony when a sharp object was sticking through his hands, pinning him to the wall. The demon growled, before clenching on the face's face with a dark scowl.

"You better give me the names... otherwise I'll make sure you stay down FOREVER." IT growled furiously as Marcello's eyes widened in fear. With a shaky head, he answered.

"On the shelf, under the big one over there! We keep a list of names just in case... AH-AARRGH!!" A sharp pain throbbed in his eye, the demon growling more furiously as it pulled Marcello from the wall and slammed him against the desk.

"Don't think me as an idiot. The desk's triple-wired with alarm systems, and that's not where you hid the names. Where are they?" The demon was done with patience. Marcello sweated in fear as he struggled to reach his bloody hands into the other shelf and opened it.

The demon ripped the flash drive under the shelf and ripped out the pistol. "W-wait, what are you doing?! You c-can't kill me! I h-have got powerful friends! You can't k-kill me!!" Forcibly shoving the pistol in his palms, the demon shoved the barrel inside Marcello's mouth.

"This is how many fucks I give." Blood spat from the man's skull as the desk was red from blood. Dropping the bloody pistol, he left the room before he noticed several men outside who have heard the gunshots and turned on the lights again.

Grunting, he went to leave the room using a pair of flashbangs and smoke pellets involved. But he stopped, after seeing a girl with curly orange hair with bright electric green eyes with a notable pink bow.

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me..." Mark gritted his teeth when he saw her. Penny FUCKING Polendina, the android artifical aura girl who can rip through bullheads with a godamn laser.

"Salutations! My name is Penny, and you are all under arrest! Please do not resist arrest!" Penny robotically called out. Several of the goons looked at each other and fired at the android anyways.

"This will be difficult! And I am COMBAT READY!" Penny took out several floating gunblade weapons from her backpack and spun them into a circle and blocked the bullets. Mark cursed and ran out of the android's sights.

"Oh godohgodohgod-" He stopped when a capped grey haired adult male whimpered around the crates, hiding for his life as he noticed. Mark sweaped into the man and blocked the muffled screams.

Pulling out the cap, it revealed the damaged wolf ears on the man's head. He was sure this was the guy. "Fenrir Greyback. Your brother is worried about you." Fenrir froze when he heard that. An explosion caught both of their attentions as Penny fired a green stream of energy at the goons.

"Let's get you out. I don't want to deal with Jason." Mark grabbed Fenrir and zipped towards the ceiling. Suddenly, they were falling to the ground as the wire was cut from a green laser. Fenrir screamed as he fell down with a moan.

Mark fell down with a grunt when he noticed Penny. "You are under arrest for theft of Atlesian property, that is rightfully owned by the Atlesian Military! Please do not resist!" She called out, pointing the weapons at Mark.

"How about no?" Mark slammed a flashbang under him and disappeared in a flash of light. Penny covered her eyes and switched into thermal vision, but she couldn't see him.

'Black latex. Doesn't work on thermal, idiot!' He grinned and threw a explosive at a wall, making an escape hole through the warehouse. Mark dodged a near hit from Penny's swords as she was assumed to pulled away from the flashbang explosion from the wire connected blades she had.

He backflipped away from the swords, as he saw Penny charge against him, swords in ready. He reloaded a canister inside the grappling gun as he ran to cover. Zipping towards the crates, he grabbed a semi-automatic gun on the ground whilst in motion, and ducked.

Snapping towards Penny, he fired. Penny spiralled the swords into her and created a circle barrier of blades, blocking the bullets. Mark ducked and punted the EMP grenade to activate, as he threw the grenade at Penny.

In which it got stabbed by Penny's swords, destroying it.

"Aw, shit...!" Mark quickly used an arm guard as Penny zipped towards the crates and slammed a circle of blades towards Mark as he went flying. Mark stumbled on the ground, coughing from the force.

"I mean no harm. Please surrender, and come quietly..." She said, begging in her voice. Mark in response, grunted as he groaned in pain as he lifted himself up, causing Penny to repeat her stance.

"As much I would like to believe that... I don't think your higher-ups would have your same beliefs, either." Mark grunted as he revealed a detonation switch on his utillity belt. Penny suddenly dropped to her knees, having the force of an EMP dampening her power.

"Be mindful of your surroundings." Mark recalled putting a remote EMP on the crates he took cover earlier. Penny was on her knees, her energy depowered as her emergency power supply drained from her body.

"H-how did you know? Power... reaching 45%..." Penny stuttered out, shocked as he knew electromagnetic pulses affected on machinery, not humans.

Mark simply grunted. "This is no place for a girl. You might as well stay down..." He warned, leaving Penny in her knees. He called in for a Tumbler in his arm computer, using it to escape.

'Never expected Atlas would get a wind of the drugs these guys were manufacturing... If Penny's here, then that would mean a couple of Atlas soliders are outside...' He overlooked the warehouse and activated thermal vision. There were indeed Atlas troops waiting in the warehouse...

This was troublesome. If Atlas had caught a wind of their 'rebel' knowing classified information, including Penny's existence, theft of prototype weapons, and his reputation of escaping from Beacon huntresses... He needed to step up his game.

"General Ironwood is not going to happy knowing his prototypes, his secret aura-generating android, and escapee of Beacon huntresses is on his board... Don't you think, Penny?" Cue the widened eyes from Penny. Penny was shocked, knowing the man knew her existence as the first aura-generating android and knew General Ironwood.

"Before you can ask, I know everything. I'm just a guy trying to make the world less chaotic then it is right now. Tell Ironwood and Ozpin this: Watch out for the woman named Cinder Fall. After all, she is working with the Queen..." He explained to Penny. He didn't doubt Penny had a recording interface that would record his message to Ozpin.

It would've been stupid to fight against Cinder's faction alone, auraless, and weakened. She was a half-maiden, had the White Fang in her thumbs, had three powerful pawns (Emerald, Mercury, Adam), and he only had a suit of prototype armor that was at least fireproof.

"C-cinder... Fall...?" Penny said. He nodded, before he was going to leave this warehouse unnoticed-

He ducked the fire from a far away gunshot as he overlooked the culprit. It was Hush (he needed to name this guy something), holding the smoking barrel of a shotgun in hand.

"..." He said nothing as he saw Hush. Hush simply reloaded his shotgun and fired again. This time Mark dodged the bullets and took cover and fired back with the pistol he still had.

To his displeasure, the bullets went through the Hush's skull and passed him by. Even if he could copy his semblance, he couldn't use the bullets to shoot him without direct contact...

"Tch." He holstered away his gun, and took out multiple batarangs on his knuckles. Throwing the damn lights and coating the warehouse in darkness, Hush grunted in displeasure as he waved his shotgun around.

Hush was caught by surprise when he was engulfed in a puff of smoke. He did not mind it, and continued to search for the man who broke his legs.

A metal boot was planted across his jaw as he was dropped kicked to the ground.

"ARGH!" He grunted before pointing the shotgun. The dark figure grabbed the end of the barrel and smacked Hush's face and ripped the weapon out of his grasp and threw it away from the fight.

Hush blocked the oncoming strikes with his arms and cried out before he was kicked to the sides and smacked to the face.

Hush went for a kick to the gut as the hit landed and forced the dark figure back.

Hush, using his enormous size, grabbed a nearby oil drum and slammed straight at the dark figure.

Then, he charged straight for the kill and slammed him to a container wall, as he grabbed him by the cape and headbutted his skull, and sent a rapid barrage of blows and punches as the dark figure struggled to keep up his defense.

The dark figure grunted heavily and knee struck him to the balls, as Hush doubled in pain as the dark figure slammed both of his armoured fists into Hush's ears, discombobulating him as Hush staggered back.

Landing an elbow into Hush's head, and swung a hook at Hush's arms as he blocked his head, as Hush countered the attack by smacking the dark figure's face with his arm.

In response, Batman smacked his skull with his.

Hush let out a cry of pain as his nose was broken. Batman grasped his head and repeadily punted Hush's skull over and over and headlocked the serial killer in a chokelock.

Hush struggled against the grip as his windpipes were restricted, as he grasped Batman's waist and flipped him over, using his massive strength and tossed Batman backwards.

Batman quickly got up to get a kick to his face. He fell down, as a heavy leg locked his chest in place and he saw a knife was going to his brain. Grasping the knife away from his eye, he struggled against the massive muscle weight and power Hush had.

As the metal blade was near his eyesockets, Hush was later sent away from Batman, surprising him from the intervention. It was Penny, using her Floating Arrays to toss Hush away from him.

"Please do not resist! Atlas Military is here, drop your weapons and stand down!" A solider called out from the warehouse. Hush and Batman glanced at the army of soldiers on the warehouse.

Batman grunted, before slowly lifting himself up and did what the soldiers ordered. Hush was nowhere to be seen... Hands on the air, the light had shown and revealed the Dark Knight of Vale. Bullheads from the Vale News Network had already revealed him to the public.

"I don't want any trouble. Please... don't resist, please." Penny begged, concerning for the man inside the batsuit. Although she was no real girl, she knew life was precious. Even a person that was standing in front of her.

A couple of soliders slowly walked to the Batman with hesitant steps, each pointing their weapons at him. He was trapped, nowhere to hide or to run...

"Now."

A black tank broke through the warehouse behind him as all of the soldiers flinched as they took no time to shoot back as Batman tackled the nearest soldier.

He decked the downed soldier and grabbed the assault rifle and fired multiple shots at the soldiers' legs or knees, downing them as the oncoming Tumbler drove straight to him. The soldier screamed as the tires were going to run him over...!

"Stop."

To his luck, the tires stopped near an inch towards the soldier's face. Batman calmly went to the Tumbler, ignoring the warnings of the Atlas Military of firing at him, and he knew it was a bluff, since the soldiers he downed were in the crossfire.

CLUNK!

He oversaw the android pinning his vehicle using her gunblades as the metal plates of the Tumbler was pierced through. He frowned when she tried to pin down the car.

"You aren't going anywhere." She stated, grasping on the metal plates of the prototype as she held tightly, never letting go. Batman revved the vehicle anyways, as Penny pinned the vehicle back from the overwhelming force.

Penny struggled to hold away the tank's horsepower in check as she waited for more reinforcements arrived to stop him. Having no choice, she flipped over the vehicle using her strength and the Floating Arrays into the warehouse, as it was seen tumbling down.

Positioning her Floating Arrays into Laser Cannon mode, she fired the green beam of energy at the Tumbler, where it exploded on impact.

It shocked her, as it was a miscalculation on her part, because she did not know the Tumbler's armor was durable enough to block her beams as she wanted to immobilse the vehicle by cutting in half. She was deeply concerned if the man was still breathing.

Inside the Tumbler, however- "Pfft!" Mark spat the blood from his mouth as a blood strand dripped from his mouth as he was tossed around like a ragdoll. He gritted his teeth, feeling several broken bones inside him.

'No harm, my ass.' He thought sarcastically, before turning on the maintenance systems of the Tumbler. It was broken beyond repair, even if he had the necessary tools in the first place! He overlooked the Atlas Military.

"Eject Sequence Activated." He pressed the buttons if he remembered how to use this correctly. Outside, the damaged prototype started revving on one wheel to their surprise.

The Tumbler's right side sprouded guns and flashsticks, as the metal plates moved in and revealed the inner workings of the Tumbler. Batman grabbed on the eject shoots, and with a last breath, he pulled.

"Goodbye." Like a missile, a small batpod shot out of the wreckage of the Tumbler clicking the tires in the front as it drove off towards the Atlas Military. Out of instinct, they fired at the small bike.

Calmly pulling out the grappling gun, he zipped a cord towards the side walls of the warehouse and yanked it, changing the direction of the batpod as it drove into another direction.

Using the explosive firepower, he blown his way out through the walls and driven his way out. Penny was likely on pursuit, but did not, due to her low power to track down the Batman.

As he went into the streets, he threw an explosive at a nearby car, causing a road block against the Atlas soldiers as he weaved around the cars and drove off to the distance, nowhere to be seen.

...

"Breaking news, as armed mysterious man dubbed the "Batman" from the offical Atlas Military has caused a mishap in the cartel of the Browning Brothers. Some say this man is a vilgilante, others claim that he is no more than a terrorist, much like the White Fang, disrupting the peace. Back to you, Vale." Lisa spoke from the TV. I prefer the Batpod's mobility and speed rather than the Tumbler's overall bulky and tank-ness.

So I didn't get huge losses from it. The Tumbler exploded, due to its self-destruct sequence and possibly ticked off Ironwood, millions of lien wasted for a valuable prototype. Yeah, I didn't give two shits about that.

I waited in secret watching Fenrir Greyback hesitantly walking to the orphanage. As the doors opened, I saw Jason running straight towards Fenrir and punched him on the balls.

The brother doubled over, and he received a hug from his long lost brother crying tears. From what I can think of, Jason's orphanage pays were from his brother working in the warehouse. Secretly hiding his faunus features, by using a cap.

What I think what happened to Gris Greyback is that he's either dead or he joined the White Fang leaving the two brothers. Anyways, Fenrir joined the orphanage, I said goodbye, and activated my laptop.

Like every sneaky persistant son of a bitch, I placed a tracker on Hush after we fought, and unfortunately...

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Hush observed the beeping tracking dot on his leather jacket and scowled. Crushing the device, he let the remains slip from his fingertips. He would pay, and make his life HELL.

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He's smart enough to detect a tracking device that I put on him. Was this guy Bane dressed as Hush having that mango, gecko sharing-gun implanted on his eyes or was this guy ACTUALLY from Remnant...?

Venom, Hush references, phasing semblance, and one damn good reaction time to dodge a bullet like a sharingan. Something was out of place. And no shit sherlock for knowing that right now.

I needed a break. And one damn good explanation that my Aura doesn't want to be unlocked...