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The Dark Knight: Knight of Gotham #38
The Knight quickly tries to make it back onto his feet but a strike for Tim's staff quickly halts that.
"Stay down big fella."
Tim keeps his sights trained on the train whilst I inspect the church for any traps. Given how it's clear that he anticipated both of us I doubt he'd let himself be caught unprepared. A quick scan of the church shows nothing visible, so what exactly is his contingency here? Maybe he's got men ready to enter the church and open fire on us at a moments notice.
"Trying to figure out what the contingency is Brucie?"
Read like a book. You're getting predictable Bruce, sloppy. Readable. Either way the smug tone in his voice indicates he has some sort of backup. Just what exactly, I need to know. Since there's nothing I can see the only way to pre-empt his counterstrike is to force him to tell me. So I walk forward and lift him up off the ground.
"What's the backup plan?"
"What makes you think there is one?"
"You knew both of us were coming putting you at a disadvantage. From what I've seen you're anything but stupid, so you'll have planned some contingency in the event we both managed to overpower you."
"You're right. I do have a contingency in place...."
"Which is?"
"Jack Drake."
Jack Drake. Tim's father. I look behind to see Tim's worried face. It's bad enough he's been compromised but to know his father is a target is probably the last thing he wants to hear.
"Don't worry little Tim. Your dearest daddy isn't my only contingency."
I dread to ask who else he has out of fear for which of my allies it could be. But despite all the possibilities I think I know who he will have chosen.
"Who else?"
"I think you're going to need a new butler by the end of the night."
Tim starts to panic and pulls out his phone for me to see. He knows I disapprove of him taking his phone out whilst he's wearing the costume so for him show it to me clearly shows how worried he is. I'm certain that Alfred will be safe inside the cave but I can't help but worry for his safety. My first mistake.
I press my left hand against the cowl trying to make contact with the bat-computer.
"Batman to Pen-7."
As I finish speaking those words static blares into the earpiece of my cowl. Comms are being scrambled. Crap. You'd better keep yourself safe old man.
"Anything?"
"Nothing."
"Looks like that jammer of mine works after all."
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAD!?"
"I've done nothing. My friends from Santa Prisca on the other hand...."
Tim retracts his staff and looks to me.
"I've got to help him."
"Go. I've got the situation here under control."
"Have you?"
As I turn to look at the Knight his right leg connects with my face and sends me flying back. Damn it Bruce, letting your emotions control you like that. You should know better than to drop your guard in front of an opponent. Tim's quick to respond as he extends his staff again and tries to take a swing at the Knight. Before the staff can land a hit the Knight grabs hold of it and tries to wrestle it from Tim. As the pair wrestle for control of the staff I clamber back onto my feet and charge forward just as the Knight kicks Tim in his right knee. The impact causes Tim to lose his balance and he falls to the ground, despite this though he refuses to let go of his staff. Stubborn fool.
As I get close to the pair of them the Knight manages to wrestle the staff free from Tim and takes a defensive stance. Things can never be so simple can they?
The Dark Knight: Knight of Gotham #38
The Knight quickly tries to make it back onto his feet but a strike for Tim's staff quickly halts that.
"Stay down big fella."
Tim keeps his sights trained on the train whilst I inspect the church for any traps. Given how it's clear that he anticipated both of us I doubt he'd let himself be caught unprepared. A quick scan of the church shows nothing visible, so what exactly is his contingency here? Maybe he's got men ready to enter the church and open fire on us at a moments notice.
"Trying to figure out what the contingency is Brucie?"
Read like a book. You're getting predictable Bruce, sloppy. Readable. Either way the smug tone in his voice indicates he has some sort of backup. Just what exactly, I need to know. Since there's nothing I can see the only way to pre-empt his counterstrike is to force him to tell me. So I walk forward and lift him up off the ground.
"What's the backup plan?"
"What makes you think there is one?"
"You knew both of us were coming putting you at a disadvantage. From what I've seen you're anything but stupid, so you'll have planned some contingency in the event we both managed to overpower you."
"You're right. I do have a contingency in place...."
"Which is?"
"Jack Drake."
Jack Drake. Tim's father. I look behind to see Tim's worried face. It's bad enough he's been compromised but to know his father is a target is probably the last thing he wants to hear.
"Don't worry little Tim. Your dearest daddy isn't my only contingency."
I dread to ask who else he has out of fear for which of my allies it could be. But despite all the possibilities I think I know who he will have chosen.
"Who else?"
"I think you're going to need a new butler by the end of the night."
Tim starts to panic and pulls out his phone for me to see. He knows I disapprove of him taking his phone out whilst he's wearing the costume so for him show it to me clearly shows how worried he is. I'm certain that Alfred will be safe inside the cave but I can't help but worry for his safety. My first mistake.
I press my left hand against the cowl trying to make contact with the bat-computer.
"Batman to Pen-7."
As I finish speaking those words static blares into the earpiece of my cowl. Comms are being scrambled. Crap. You'd better keep yourself safe old man.
"Anything?"
"Nothing."
"Looks like that jammer of mine works after all."
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAD!?"
"I've done nothing. My friends from Santa Prisca on the other hand...."
Tim retracts his staff and looks to me.
"I've got to help him."
"Go. I've got the situation here under control."
"Have you?"
As I turn to look at the Knight his right leg connects with my face and sends me flying back. Damn it Bruce, letting your emotions control you like that. You should know better than to drop your guard in front of an opponent. Tim's quick to respond as he extends his staff again and tries to take a swing at the Knight. Before the staff can land a hit the Knight grabs hold of it and tries to wrestle it from Tim. As the pair wrestle for control of the staff I clamber back onto my feet and charge forward just as the Knight kicks Tim in his right knee. The impact causes Tim to lose his balance and he falls to the ground, despite this though he refuses to let go of his staff. Stubborn fool.
As I get close to the pair of them the Knight manages to wrestle the staff free from Tim and takes a defensive stance. Things can never be so simple can they?