[h3]Damian Wayne[/h3]

As the bizarre, likely magical train rolled to a stop and Damian rolled out of the cargo hold prepped for whatever insanity this morphing, reality bending world was about to throw at him he was greeted by the sight of a veritable horde of delinquents and numerous buildings on fire. Overly large, punk-styled bikers wielding chains and big knives and makeshift clubs and if his eyes didn't deceive him some sort of flamethrower, all of them rippling with needlessly over-developed muscles and sporting cruel grins or laughing maniacally as they menaced innocents with imminent violence of one kind or another.

If he actually were any mere child instead of Damian Wayne, such a comfortingly familiar sight after the past day and a half of ludicrousness would have been enough to bring tears to his eyes. As it was he just found himself smirking uncontrollably and launching himself into the fray without a second thought. Was that girl powered by music from before actually trying to [b][i]negotiate[/i][/b] with those piles of scum? Well, Damian had the cure for that sort of naive approach. 

Specifically his cure started with a sharpened bird-a-rang through the hand of a mook about to hit the girl with a machete, the man's grin suddenly replaced with a shocked scream. As a follow-up, a flying side-kick to the back of the head of the same biker that lead to a satisfying impact under his heavily reinforced boot along with the typical unconscious slump, momentum doing for the Boy Wonder what his small size didn't accomplish. He whirled as another thug whipped a chain at him, stepping inside of its' reach to blunt some of the momentum with an armored gauntlet and allowing it to wrap around him. The chain-wielder grinned as he assumed the small boy was now trapped, only to spasm and howl in pain as the masked child gripped the metal chain and activated his gloves' electroshock feature until the big man keeled over limp. Taking the chain for himself he whirled it at another's feet and yanked to bring him down with a wrapping maneuver to the ankles. Then Damian jumped on the disoriented thug's chest with a thud and began punching him in the head rapidly and mercilessly with his weighted, armored gauntlets.

He turned to Hibiki with a rather stern expression on his young face even as he continued to casually reduce a man's features to bloody hamburger [b]"People like these really aren't deserving of mercy or second chances, you know. I mean really-"[/b] Another thug trying to flank him from behind was surprised as the young boy suddenly backflipped and wrapped his legs around the poor man's shoulders like a piggyback ride from hell, hands jabbing for a pair of pressure points at the neck that sent him to the ground [b]"-you need to have a certain amount of professional pragmatism to work as a proper hero."[/b]

As a demonstration, Damian rolled off the unconscious enemy's back and proceeded to slam a gauntlet into a fifth thug's groin, then grabbed the big man's head as he bent over in order to deliver a series of teeth-shattering Muay Thai flying knees until his opponent's legs gave out. Then the child brushed himself off disdainfully, gestured around to the girl as if asking her to take in his handiwork, then checked each unconscious man's vitals in turn. After making sure none of them were dying, he gave them a few admittedly childish steel-toed kicks to the ribs for good measure before scampering off in search of more thugs to fight.

This was at least something about this crazy world that finally made sense to Damian.