((I DONâT KNOW WHY I WROTE IT IN THIS POV BUT HERE!))
This city was sleeping like a soldier trapped inside of an iron lung.
And there were two people who could wake it up. Could take it to a Doctor who could cure of itâs ills.
âJack are you narrating again?â
âGood. Because we have work to do.â
Jack looked over as itâs partner flew besides itâs jet. He was good, if not rash. Bold. Something the city needed. Men needed to stand up for themselves. Jack couldnât keep fighting forever.
After all, it would run out of sticky notes to emote, and what then? Then the tragic Bat Jack would only be known as the sniper who worked in black. Or really dark grey.
There had been a report on the southern block, just outside of the Tower District. It was a bad place to go at night, but some people in the city just wouldnât learn. Jack shouldnât be surprised. It was how most of the people in the city were.
It watched Heath take the lead, his gold and red armor descending into the alley. Heâd take point. Then, Jack would cut the perp off. Heâd have no where left to go.Â
When the jet landed, Jack groaned.
âItâs over Top Man!â Heath yelled, a repulser aimed at the Master.
âOh itâs never over Iron Heath!â Top Man responded. âCome on, I was just going for a little spin!â
âYour lies are as bad as your puns!â Heath said.
Jack walked behind him, batarangs in hand. âWith force: Give up, we have you surrounded.â
âYou canât stop the top!â He yelled, spinning. Heath fired, but it bounced off of Top Man. âHoly spin cycle Batjack! Heâs upgraded!â
Jack nodded. This could be a problem. Pulling out itâs grappling hook, he fired it towards Heath. He caught it and grinned. Swooping low, they used the line to trip up the Top. Rushing forward, the pinned the Master to the ground.
âGuess whoâs on top now?â Jack said.
Heath and Top Man groaned.
It was going to be a good night.