[CENTER][IMG]http://i1278.photobucket.com/albums/y517/TheDrakeKnight/Banners/A2401FD6-73A0-4F0E-B82B-B5162980F2AB_zpsindhbzzi.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER]
---
[B]Training Room Simulation: Castle of The Nightingales, Titans Tower
10:43 AM, January 1 2016[/B]

Ricochet pushed himself off the ground with both hands and landed back on his feet. He spun around and popped Harley in the jaw, while she was still mumbling like a maniac. When his fist connected with her face, she spat out and coughed as she fell back, cornered.

Not giving the simulation the chance to hurt his friend again, he kept thrashing at her until she stopped trying to stand. From the corner of his eye, Johnny saw Tim's jaw drop as Harley went limp and slumped onto the floor. Tim looked at Johnny in horror as Ricochet turned back to him and grimaced.

"You didn't have to keep going!" Tim pleaded. "She was already done."

But, Ricochet merely sneered, "Are you even paying attention?"

"Of course I am! I just saw you beating a lunatic senseless."

"How is that bad?" Ricochet asked.

Tim paused before slowly whispering. "You didn't need to keep going."

"Who says? If the actual Harley Quinn shot at us and beat you as you lay on the ground while we were trying to rescue someone she was holding hostage, it's irresponsible to leave her conscious. All she is doing is endangering lives."

"So you beat her?"

"Yes!" Johnny shouted. "What do you think superheroes do? People at gunpoint don't get to walk away unless you actually stop the people waving the guns."

"But--we're not like that, though. We don't beat people who can't think straight."

"Yeah, we do. We imprison drunk drivers all the time. But people who's only thought is to ravage all things living get treatment and reeducation. I don't think you really understand what we do."

"Hey! Well it's not--..." Tim fell short as all of Johnny's worss sunk in.

"Exactly. If dressing up in a mask and beating people is bad, then we're all bad people. If it's not, we're in the clear. I'm just not afraid of going too far because of a little thing called self-control. Let people think what they want." As a final statement, he said, "If I really cross a line, I'd expect someone more responsible to stop me."

Then Ricochet grabbed Harley's mallet before he went up the stairs and marched into the highest room. There were three guards, a few more than Johnny was comfortable with, all standing around a chair in the center of the room. Johnny looked behind him to see that Scorpion was trailing behind, with a somewhat downhearted expression.

"Here's the plan..." Johnny whispered to his partner, giving him a full plan of action.

Seconds later, Ricochet sent a golden disk shuttling towards each of the guards. Two of the sentinels avoided damage by catching and slashing their disks, however the third was caught off guard and struck in the kidneys before a gas leaked out from the disk, rendering him completely disconnected from reality.

The two silent sentinels charged at Johnny, who initially posed as though he was about to take them on hand to hand. But when they got closer, Johnny stormed back to the stairs and launched himself down to the penultimate floor.

The two ninja came side by side down the stairway, each raising a katana and preparing to leap onto the silver-scalped hero. But when they did jump, they jolted forward and landed on their knees, their backsides were singed by a powerful blast coming from the Scorpion's tail, which had caught them from by climbing into the highest room moments before.

When they were unable to fight back because of the immense surprise, Johnny performed a spin-kick and smacked their faces simultaneously with the toe of his boot.

"Great timing, Tim," Johnny chuckled and playfully performed a curtsy.

Then, the two youths went back upstairs and grabbed the bound informant before carrying him down to ground level, at which point the exercise ended.