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Another day, another night out in the streets of Gotham. It had been a week since Anton Bolton put together his Razor Batsuit and he had already gotten a hang of the equipment. He figured to start with the basic: integration of his Razor smartphone with unlimited wi-fi and hookshots he had equipped to his waist. The two hookshots latched into the concrete side of the building and rappelled him to the other side of the block in ten seconds flat. As he landed onto the roof, he looked around. No signs of any crap going on.
It was a pleasant night. Well, as far as nights in Gotham go. Usually there'd be some crazy scheme happening in the middle of Gotham and if not that, at least some bank robbery going on in the process. Well, this was perfect timing for him to catch up on those Tae Kwon Do lessons. He opened up the video app and played one of the videos he downloaded onto the phone.
"First, maybe, when he throws his first kick, I might slide out. Now, the second kick, I'm going to actually clinch forward and cut him off..."
As Anton watched inside his helmet, something else caught his eye. A person was selling phones off at the corner of Park Row. This wasn't the average phone seller though. The thick trench coat and the way he slithered his hands on the phones pretty much told him that he was a bootlegger...
Well, that and found out about this guy through Kijiji. He decided to go closer to his target.
"So... How about a Raaaazor? They're pretty cheap..." The man in the trench coat said to the customer as he offered him one. Anton stayed up on the rooftop above him. He hesitated to jump down and ruin a business deal. He had to remember that it was not an official Razor product and just some cheap Chinese knockoff. But what set him off was what the customer said:
"No way! I don't want that piece of shit. Get me a Lexdroid or an iPhone!" As soon as he said that, Razor Bat leaped down and knocked out the dealer with a swift slap to the face, letting the metallic alloy in his glove do the heavy hitting. He turned to the customer, who shook in his knees. "Aaah! B-Batman!" Anton took the moment to roll his eyes before he grabbed the customer's hand and tightened his grip. He could feel the bones strain in his fist as the customer screamed.
"I'm not Batman. There's a new name in town. A name so fine, you'll be thinking twice about that comment you made. My name... is Razor Bat." He let go before he broke the customer's bones, let alone any skin. It bruised, yes, but not bled. The customer winced and ran off. Anton smiled. He could already see his name on the Twitter feed.
Speaking of, he went back onto the rooftop and looked up if he had been mentioned at all on Twitter or if people mistook him for Batman in a cybersuit.
It was a pleasant night. Well, as far as nights in Gotham go. Usually there'd be some crazy scheme happening in the middle of Gotham and if not that, at least some bank robbery going on in the process. Well, this was perfect timing for him to catch up on those Tae Kwon Do lessons. He opened up the video app and played one of the videos he downloaded onto the phone.
"First, maybe, when he throws his first kick, I might slide out. Now, the second kick, I'm going to actually clinch forward and cut him off..."
As Anton watched inside his helmet, something else caught his eye. A person was selling phones off at the corner of Park Row. This wasn't the average phone seller though. The thick trench coat and the way he slithered his hands on the phones pretty much told him that he was a bootlegger...
Well, that and found out about this guy through Kijiji. He decided to go closer to his target.
"So... How about a Raaaazor? They're pretty cheap..." The man in the trench coat said to the customer as he offered him one. Anton stayed up on the rooftop above him. He hesitated to jump down and ruin a business deal. He had to remember that it was not an official Razor product and just some cheap Chinese knockoff. But what set him off was what the customer said:
"No way! I don't want that piece of shit. Get me a Lexdroid or an iPhone!" As soon as he said that, Razor Bat leaped down and knocked out the dealer with a swift slap to the face, letting the metallic alloy in his glove do the heavy hitting. He turned to the customer, who shook in his knees. "Aaah! B-Batman!" Anton took the moment to roll his eyes before he grabbed the customer's hand and tightened his grip. He could feel the bones strain in his fist as the customer screamed.
"I'm not Batman. There's a new name in town. A name so fine, you'll be thinking twice about that comment you made. My name... is Razor Bat." He let go before he broke the customer's bones, let alone any skin. It bruised, yes, but not bled. The customer winced and ran off. Anton smiled. He could already see his name on the Twitter feed.
Speaking of, he went back onto the rooftop and looked up if he had been mentioned at all on Twitter or if people mistook him for Batman in a cybersuit.