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Thomas Kyle ([info]cantkeepmeout) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2012-09-08 19:34:00


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Entry tags:thomas kyle, varon

Can people be banned from Gotham? For life.
Crouched in the shadows on the rafters of what was usually an abandoned warehouse, Robin waits in silence. This was a cumulation of weeks of careful research and planning. Tonight he'd come early and had been here for hours, carefully setting things up and now, for the last two hours, waiting. The arms deal going on below had some of the biggest names in the business present, and if he could shut this down it wouldn't only put a big dent in the arms trade in the city, it would send a message.

 
Not making a noise, barely even daring to breath now, Thomas waits to set off the chain of traps he'd set up, flashbangs, smoke bombs, concussion grenades, the works. The confusion would give him an advantage, and give him the opportunity to grab the big names while the minions were confused. It was all perfectly planned, down to where everyone was, what moves he'd make, and most importantly, when to set it all off.
 
Timing was crucial.
 
Just a little bit more and he could start it. Almost, almost, almoooost and...


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[info]cantkeepmeout
2012-09-08 11:31 pm UTC (link)
Thomas was pretty sure that this galactic fool was the leading cause for cardiac arrest and increased blood pressure in crimefighters. He'd probably single-handedly caused more damage on that front than any late night diners in the city.

At this point he could care less about being called 'shaken' or saying he was throwing a 'tantrum'. Only mission was to get this guy Out and try and find a way to salvage the past months of work that he'd just ruined.

Getting impatient he sighs and frowns back, "Yeah yeah, go find somewhere that's not Gotham to protect and celebrate in."

Watching Varon fly away, Thomas can only glare after him. All that work ruined. At least he'd gotten the guy out of the city with the bat glare.

Who said that wasn't a useful skill?

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[info]dc_misc
2012-09-09 12:01 am UTC (link)
The following morning, some of the usual police radio chatter will mention a dozen minor criminals stopped in the act. The strange bit being that they were all dropped off at police stations along with fresh pizza, and a note for the officers on the night shift to enjoy it.

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