"Bullets?" The Silencer asked, his head perking up a little. It appeared he had missed a strategic resource. "Ignore that request, and bring them over here. They look big - what are they? 35. cal? Might be able to rig us a charge, and use this torch to blow the hinges."

The Silencer stood with his hand extended towards the walking gorilla, palm open and expectant. From what he could guess, the simpleton was some kind of soldier, a former resistance fighter maybe? He seemed to have a thing for the colour red. "We're on the same team after all, right?"

Ren sighed and turned off the lamp. She took the opportunity to move away from the door, she didn't like the idea of messing with something they didn't fully understand. She had a bad impression of most everyone here, except the big guy didn't seem so bad. Gyro seemed selfish, and the Silencer was a bit too commanding for her liking. Ren once again hugged the warm lamp. She thought of the bullets, she didn't like the idea of exploding one, but she had nothing better to go on. So, she stayed away from the door that they were going to attempt to blow off it's hinges.

Gyro seems a little ticked off. He walks up to the Silencer and points a finger at him. "Hey look buddy, I don't want to seem like I don't appreciate your attempt at breaking the door; I can take the door down quicker than you can say Pizza¬Mozzarella!." He turns his posture towards Ren but still keeps his eyes on the Silencer. "Look, all I need you to give me something. I can launch it at the door's hinges so even a feather could push the door open. Save your strength and someone just give me something I can use! We don't know what is waiting for us on the other side. They could have some trap set up for us."

Ren held out the lamp, "Don't make a mess, and you can use the lamp," she knew that the only thing she kept from home would be smashed to bits, but now she was a little more on board with the idea of breaking down the door. "Also, what's that about pizza-mozzarella?"

"Ah, Pizza Mozzarella is one of my hit songs I'm sure will be really popular. Never mind that right now, hand me the torch. I can burst the door open in less than a jiffy." Gyro turns and extends a hand towards Ren and gestures towards her.

Ren moved closer to Gyro and handed him the lamp. "Don't miss, I only have one lamp," she set her hands back down to her sides and glanced at the door they were going to explode. They didn't have much of a plan, and she hoped that he wouldn't mess up this chance.

@anonzep

Gyro nods and tips his hat to Ren. He turns to face the door and hold the torch. He holds the torch in his palm and snaps a piece off, he returns the torch back. "This is all I need fair maiden, Nyo-ho-ho!" Gyro smiles a little and spins the fragment, no longer than a finger, in his hand. He launches the object at a tremendous speed at the door, focusing on it's hinges.
"It's a little dark to tell, but I think I did some considerable damage. See, wasn't so hard was it? It might've loosened so we might still need some brute force, just a little in case it wasn't powerful enough."

Robin stood on top of a gargoyle as rain pounded down on him. He stared down at the beautiful yet crime-filled city of Gotham. Ever since Batman, his father, had "died" and was replaced by the GCPD's Commissioner Gordon(1*), crime was rising significantly as everyone knew the original Batman was missing or dead. Meanwhile, instead of being in Gotham, Red Robin, Red Hood, and Dick Grayson were all absent and were traveling the world to unravel a conspiracy led by somebody known as the Mother(2*). Which meant Damian was on his own with Batgirl, and he was fine with it.

He was handling the loss of his Father well, as he knew he wasn't truly dead. Bruce Wayne was alive, however, he was suffering from severe amnesia and doesn't remember being Batman. Therefore, he doesn't remember Damian at all. Which deeply hurt Damian, but he knew Bruce would remember one day so it was fine. Plus Batgirl and Alfred had been taking care of Damian so he wasn't completely alone.

Robin put his hand to his ear and spoke, "Batgirl, I'm in position."

Batgirl's voice chimed in Robin's ear, "Wait for my signal, Robin."

Robin then saw someone exit the warehouse and shouted, "I'm going in for him!"

"Robin, no!" Batgirl's voice buzzed into his ear, trying to get him under control.

Damian leaped off the gargoyle and glided down to the pavement, just meters away from the target. "Stop before I break every bone in your body, you sick pe-"

Then all of a sudden, a portal opened behind Damian and pulled him in.

Batgirl's voice was the last thing he heard before everything faded to black. "Robin?! Damian?! Damia--bzzt!"

--

Robin awoke as he heard everybody speaking, he remained on the ground and facing away from the others and pretended to still be unconscious. He paid close attention to the voices, and attempted to try and recognize them to no avail. He was in a room with a group of people he had never met before... could they be hostile? If so, are they the people who captured him? After several minutes, Damian decided that he needed to get the hell out of there.

He swiftly leapt to his feet and pulled out his grandfather's sword that was slung over his back and pulled down his still wet hood. "Identify yourselves!" Damian shouted in an attempt to intimidate the people who stood in front of him, unafraid of what they may be able to do. He held the blade in front of him and stood in a stance that was taught to him by his grandfather, Ra's Al Ghul. If one of them approached him, he would not hesitate to attack them.

(1* see Batman 2011 issue 40 and 41)
(2* see Batman & Robin Eternal issue 1)

Ren took back her lamp and looked towards the young boy wielding a sword that was bigger than him. She gave a little chuckle and loosened her protective hold on the lamp.

"Hello, welcome to your new holding cell," she moved towards the door and turned on the lamp, the light moving over the hinges. There wasn't even a scratch, just a nearly unnoticeable dent in the bottom hinge. "No good, you barely even dented it," Ren stood and looked back towards the boy that had recently appeared in the cell. She glanced towards the large R on his clothing, then up to the mask he was wearing. "Where are you from?"

After calming down, Lyron sat down and watched the people try to break out. The Manakete has never been confined in one cell before... not long 'till he actually breaks out because of their lack of knowledge about the power inside the Divinestone which only he can tap into. The problem was, his captors knew about the holy stone making his escape a bit harder.

And then there was the instance where everyone seemed to know about these certain things. Like this huge metal door which he hasn't even seen before, considering his time, and this weird light emitting object which Ren held and exploded on the door. Was it some sort of new magic? He the turned to Robin, who just appeared. "This seems to be a prison. Lyron, native to Ysmir. And yourself?" He said as he looked at his general direction and bowed his head.

Edgeworth had remained silent the entire time and was leaning against a wall. He let out a cold quiet chuckle. "W.E.C prosecutor, eh? I like the sound of that." He muttered quietly. "Excuse me for a second!" He said loudly, applying his courtroom voice. "Somebody is going to open that door, to give us food. Or interrogate us. When that doors open we're free to go." He stiffly turned his head to Robin. "Super-boy, you have powers, yes? Is a guard comes then would be a good time to use them. And, Gylo [Authors note: Gyro]" He briskly turned to Gyro "Did you really think spring that peice of torch would get us out of here. Nothing is as simple as that. Oh, and Heavy boy, you!" He waved at Heavy. "You think you can silence a guy with brute force, comrade?"
@swagmeister

Heavy heard a man speak to him. Heavy didn't actually hear what he said, because the man weren't colored in blue or red, yet he was a mercenary. Heavy just looked at the weird man and decided not to say anything. Heavy saw a red man who also spoke to him. He looked friendly. "Yes red man" The Heavy said and picked up the bullets, so he could give them to the man, but again, the Heavy heard a voice calling for him. Heavy turned and saw a man in blue attire. Heavy could feel his blood pumping, as he thought about all the things blu had done to them. "You are not comrade, you are BABY!" The heavy said and ran towards the man in blue attire, his hands in a boxing position.

Edgeworth's eyes widened and he grabbed a torch, holding it to his red suit. "What? Huh? I'm red, ok? Red, yeah! Um, can we just calm down. We're on the same team." He paused then smirked. "No, my rival wears blue. Wright, that's his name! Phoenix Wright. Anyway the blue guy beat me in a trial! Yeah, and I'm trying to get back at him. If you can get us out I will be able to fight the blue guy, and win!" He sidestepped out of the line of fire of the Heavy and nodded. "Please, could you not kill me?" @swagmeister

The heavy stopped in front of his target, and looked at the man once again. He was red, just like he said. How could this happen? Man was still a baby, even though he was red. "Sorry baby man.". The heavy thought about what the man said before. "Some people think they can outsmart me. Maybe…" he sniffled. "Maybe."he said and raised his voice. "I've yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet.".

@Erklings25

The Silencer had ignored the antics of his mornonic cell mates. However, he was in the presence of a W.E.C Prosecutor - a member of the world's ruling elite. The man deserved his respect, and his attention. Suddenly, the super soldier had mission parameters - something for which he was greatful for. Not having a framework to build on played havoc for one such as he.

Cupping the bullets the big guy had given him, the Silencer got to work, crushing them underfoot. The things were huge, totally unearth-like. The Silencer wondered if they were apart of the Resistance's latest weapons programs. One thing for sure was that he wouldn't want to get hit by one, it'd probably take of his head - armour or no.

After he'd broken open a few of the bullets and gathered the gunpowder, he stuffed it into some of the other bullet cases, removing their primers to allow more space. Then he placed a pile of them at the base of the door, right below the hinge, and sprinkled a light trail of powder away from it. He was unsure how big the explosion was going to be, the bullets were unlike anything he'd seen, which meant their contents were likewise to be the same.

"Don't worry sir," the Silencer said, looking at his superior. "I'm going to get you out of here." And then he looked at the red head. "Ignite the trail, civilian."

The Silencer stood in front of the Prosecutor, to shield him from the blast in case it turned out bigger than he expected.

"If that hinge blows, we'll be able to knock that door through. Hopefully, we can reach a communication system somewhere beyond, and I can call for W.E.C reinforcements," the Silencer said.

"Baby man, huh? Have it your way then." He said to the Heavy. He heard what the Silencer said and Edgeworth smiled slightly. He liked being called sir. As it seems, he has a little red henchman, almost like Detective Gumshoe back at home. "Um, um," he said to the Silencer. "It's very, very hard for me to say this but, um," he took a deep breath "Thanks." He said very quietly turning his head to he side, so he didn't have to look at the Silencer. He found it a bit embarrassing, and was used to being very cold towards people. He didn't like admitting things liek guilt, and hated felling uneasy. He thought it unnecessary. "So, solider, do you have any idea where we may be?"
@Frengo

"Thanks are not necessary sir," the Silencer replied, "right now my priority is to get you out of here and towards safety. As it stands, I have no idea where we are, and this room has provided few clues. We could be off-world, then again, we could be somewhere on Earth. That the resistance have managed to produce some kind of mobile teleportation technology is startling, I've not seen anything like it. As you well know, the W.E.C relies on static teleportation pads that have to be linked with a sister pad somewhere... you have to literally stand on them to go anywhere. But the resistance seems to be able to pluck people off the ground at a whim. If this is all true, then they are a bigger threat to the W.E.C than they ever were before, and must be stopped."

"We have to be ready for whatever's behind that door. Don't rush out all at once, I can tell whoever the enemy is, they're already prepared for something like this to happen." Gyro turns and walks takes a few steps towards the boy holding a sword, Robin and the man in the shroud, Lyron. "Relax boy, we're captives just like you. We'll be out of here in a minute or two, I hope you're proficient with that there blade." He glances at Lyron and back at Robin. "I'm Gyro Zeppeli, born in Naples, trained to be an executioner. We better brace and be ready when that door opens, eh?"

Ren growled at the Silencer calling her a civilian again. "Hey, Red guy, why don't you light the damn thing yourself?" she set the lamp down and moved behind the heavy. She had a feeling that if anything did happen to explode the heavy would be able to take the most of it. Ren definitely didn't want to become bits covering the wall, so she hoped the heavy didn't move when those shells went off. "Hope you don't mind me using you as a shield, giant," she gave him a small smile, but he probably didn't see it.

@Frengo @Swagmeister

Heavy saw the woman move behind him. Shield? Demoman had shield, heavy was not giant, and certainly not shield. Shield was not heavy's job, heavy was the ultimate Coward-Killer. He was fine with it though, as heavy is used to doctor hiding behind him. "Hope you are as good as demo, red man."