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Gotham, Burnley Waterfront – 2300 hours last night

‘Seven thugs, three with firearms; one venom user. This was going to be tricky.’

Ghost sat atop a gargoyle, removing the binoculars from his eyes. The young hero glanced back at the church he was perched upon, and then returned his gaze to the scene below. There were seven people in total standing around a truck in an alley below him. Five of them were busy taking unmarked crates off the back of the truck, while the other four were standing guard.”Can I get this one Bats?” Ghost’s head turned towards a second gargoyle on the opposite corner of the church’s tower. All Rick could see was a black mass, but he knew who was there.”I don’t want a repeat of last time.” Was what came back over Ghost’s headset built into his cowl. Ghost wouldn’t usually want to take such a risk, but this one of the few times he had run a mission with the Batman. Usually, Ghost got stuck with Robin as a partner. Tonight was going to be a good night, Rick could feel it.

The great white mass that was Ghost jumped off the gargoyle, grabbing hold of the edges of his cloak and spreading them out, as to glide through the air. After getting himself situated in his glide, Ghost vanished from sight. The invisible hero landed silently on the concrete, edging towards the nearest armed thug. This one was the only one on this side of the truck, so taking him out should be easy enough. Ghost grabbed the man’s throat and slammed a hand over the thug’s mouth, pulling him to the ground. After waiting the amount of time Batman prescribed, Ghost let go and the man fell unconscious. He then grabbed the rifle, and pulled out a few key parts before placing it back on the ground. Then, still invisible, Ghost climbed atop the truck until he was standing over another armed thug, on the opposite side of the truck. Ghost simply slid to a sitting position behind the man, then wrapped his legs around the thug’s throat. Again Ghost waited, and again another thug fell unconsciously against the ground. This time Ghost didn’t bother with the gun, knowing his time being invisible was coming to an end.

A shuriken appeared out of thin air and slammed into the barrel of the final thug’s gun. The criminal cursed, dropping the weapon. Ghost leaped off the front of the truck and landed a knee to the back of the thug’s neck, causing him to fall to the ground and cease moving. Ghost had hit a nerve on the man’s neck. The other thugs turned towards their fallen comrade just as Ghost became visible again.”Well this is awkward.” Ghost proclaimed, forgetting the situation he was in momentarily. The group of thugs dropped their crates, charging forward at Ghost. There was one particularly large man, however, that didn’t move to attack. The figure only stood there, arms crossed, watching. Ghost predicted that was the venom user, and was glad to see he wouldn’t have to deal with him at the same time as the horde of thugs barreling down upon him. Ghost pulled out his baton, and met the charging thugs head on. The melee was messy and chaotic, but Ghost had the upper hand due to his training, and the fact that he was armed while these men were not. The teenage hero grabbed the wrist of one of his attackers, and with one swift movement snapped it. Ghost then sent the bawling man into a nearby wall, ceasing his crying immediately on contact. The next guy was already on top of Ghost, swinging two conjoined fists down at Ghost’s head. Rick ducked under the attack, grabbing the man by the leg and collar, tossing him at a dumpster. ‘That was a bad idea..’The young hero thought to himself, panting after exerting himself in such a way. The last three thugs came at Ghost all at once, hoping to overwhelm the boy. But Ghost kept himself whelmed, as Nightwing had taught during a rare session. Ghost swung his baton, catching a thug’s nose and probably breaking it. Ghost then rolled under one of the men’s legs, sending a kick straight up to every man’s weakest point. ‘Two down, but where’s the third-‘Ghost felt a hard fist hitting the back of his head, and the hero stumbled. Ghost stood up quickly, turning around the face the third thug. Rick jumped up, landing a kick to the man’s temple, causing the final thug to fall to the ground like the rest of his comrades.

Then there were two. Ghost stretched his muscles a bit, turning to face the venom user. Rick could finally analyze the man’s appearance. He had to be almost seven feet tall, and he looked like he could bench press a mountain. The strangest part was that the man was wearing a Mexican wrestling mask.”What, are you late for a costume party?” Ghost taunted, trying to feel the man out. The guy just stood there, however.”You are not Batman.” He had simply, in a Hispanic accent.”Sorry to disappoint you.” A shuriken went flying from Ghost’s hand, at one of the visible pipes connected to the man’s back. The masked man batted the deadly weapon away absently with his hand. Ghost pulled out his knives, and raced towards the mysterious figure. Ghost was about to make contact with the venom addict, when he vanished from thin air.”Your tricks cannot help you.” The masked man said, swinging his arm to the side and catching the invisible Ghost’s head. Ghost became visible once more, kicking his feet helplessly. In one swift movement, the masked man took away Ghost’s knives and dropped them to the ground.”You’re planning to surrender now, right?” Ghost struggled, but to no avail.”You are nothing to me, child. Less than nothing.” The masked man slammed Ghost against the wall of a building in the alley.”You’re just some druggy looking to make a quick buck. If you stopped using that venom I could beat yo-“The masked man slammed a fist into Ghost’s gut, causing Rick to cease his threats.”Do you know who I am, child? Do you know who you threaten? I am Bane!” Bane reeled a fist back, preparing to smash Ghost’s face in.

Then there was a flash, and Bane dropped Ghost. The teenaged hero immediately turned invisible, and stumbled away from Bane and out into the street. When Rick looked back towards Bane, he saw that Batman was engaging the villain in combat. The two legends were battling it out, and Rick couldn’t help but stand there and watch. The fight went on for a few minutes without any particular fighter gaining the upper hand. Until Bane landed a lucky right hook to Batman’s chest, sending the dark knight reeling backwards. Then came the sound of sirens.”We’ll have to finish this another time, Batman.” With that, Bane was gone.”Aren’t you going to go after him?” Ghost said as he ran up to the now standing Batman.”No.” Was the simple reply, as Batman grappled his way onto a rooftop. Ghost quickly followed, however.”What do you mean no? Why not?!” Rick said to the Bat, a bit flustered.”You were never suppose to catch him.” Batman said, as if there wasn’t a problem to his statement.”Care to elaborate?” Ghost finally asked, growing tired of Batman’s mystery.”The purpose of this mission was to show you that you can’t do everything. You’re not as good as you think you are.” Under his mask, Rick’s face grew red and hot. The whole fight had been a set up.”Get some sleep. You need to meet with the team later today.” With that, the Batman was gone. Ghost glanced down at his watch. 0100 hours. It was already 1:00 AM?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Urgghhh..Shut up!” Rick slammed his fist onto the alarm clock, silencing it. He was about to roll over and fall back asleep when his communicator beeped as well.”Get up.” Came a young and far too awake voice.”Tim..Come on..It’s like six in the morning..” Rick protested.”Actually, it’s almost one. Now get up and get to the team’s cave.” With that, the communicator clicked off. Rick pushed himself off the bed and into a standing position, shambling over to his dresser. Rick pulled on his usual casual attire, a pair of navy cargo pants, a brown jacket, and a drab green tee. Rick didn’t bother looked in the mirror as he ruffled his mess of blonde air and slipped on his sneakers. Lastly, Rick strapped on his black backpack that held all his gear and his costume. With that, Monroe was out the window of his foster parents’ house and off to the nearest zeta beam station. Rick didn’t even give his fosters a second thought as he entered an old telephone booth in an alleyway.”Recognized, Ghost. C12.” Rick walked into the cave, throwing his hands into the air.”Hey everybody!” He yelled. Rick’s excited manner deflated as he noticed there were only two people around.”Uhh..Red? Who’s this guy?” Rick shot a thumb towards Hector as he walked up to the two of them, leaning on the back of the couch.

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