Junkyard Wolves

Summary:
November 02 2014: A group of heroes interrupts a fight between a dragon warrior and a bunch of werewolves

Gotham City Landfill

A maze of mountains of trash, discarded electronics and junked cars


Characters

NPCs

  • Silver Syndicate Werewolves

Mood Music:
[* None]


The Heroes of the Gotham Night have a certain standard of stealth, disguise and the general ability to get around and conduct business without being seen. Er. Too much. There's a reason that the public at large doesn't know the identity of Batman, or Robin (any of them) or Catwoman or, well you get the idea. Rowan is not any of them. Neither is he particularly at the moment being very subtle. He was exploring Gotham late at night (couldn't sleep, soldier issues) and wandered into the wrong meeting. Not that the dimensionally displaced solider necessarily knows what a drug deal looks like, but it certainly would have looked like that to anyone else.

And then half the attendees turned into werewolves.

At least the Landfill is away from prying eyes. Generally. There's still a lot of CCTV footage. Rowan could not have told you at the start of the night he'd be fighting werewolves amid mountains of trash and stacks of ruined cars, but that's what's happening as the dragon warrior extends his spear and calls Air to him - growing scales and claws - and hurls the nearest of his attackers through an ancient Buick. Oh this is gonna be messy.

-

Dammit.

Luckily Damian was out by the landfill anyways, doing a patrol on an unrelated matter pertaining to a very large crocodile living in the sewers. Luckily he's close enough to hear and decides to get over there as fast as he can.

Unluckily, his father has taken away his keys. To spite him, Damian has taken to not riding one of the motorcycles, but instead, a black BMX he spraypainted black himself.

He's wishing he'd have taken one of those motorcycles as it takes him forever to get to the sounds of the battle.

-

Even detectives have to deal with continuing education. Which is why Sara was in Gotham tonight, attending a continuing education program on dealing with unstable prisoners. It was well-attended. On her way back to her car, though, she decided to look into a few things of her own, which brought her toward the landfill and the sounds of a problem in process.

-

Jason doesn't enjoy being in Gotham, heck he doesn't even really like being in Gotham, but when the sounds of combat break out he's already near by for a personal mission. There's no time to really think about things the man in his twenties pulling down a simple skimask over his face to do a decent job of hiding his identity.

Jason might not be as stealthy as the next guy but he's got a life time of special forces training on his side that makes getting into this place all the easier. He's almost perfectly silent with his briefcase in hand, utilizing the brunt of his training for a stealthy infiltration, this isn't his city, and this isn't his problem, but he's not going to let something go down right under his nose.

-

"I don't think the name Fantastisub is a useful one. It sounds like a sandwich," Sue deadpans into the comlink plugged into her ear as she's driving. "No HERBIE, I don't care if Reed likes it, I feel like we can get more creative with naming things."

The very visible woman, Susan Storm drives her car through Gotham, having just left Gotham University for a visiting lecture that rolled into a meeting that rolled into an impromptu coffee about her research. Sue is a grad student, she doesn't dare deny meetings with important professors on tenure committees, even if she has no interest in actually working in Gotham, and they had no actual interest in her research, which, as usual prompted the I am not a project conversation.

She squints as she drives around a corner to see a kid on a BMX bike. "HERBIE, please make a memo that Gotham is off the menu — "

-

Oracle had just ducked out of the monitoring room to grab a quick meal. She hadn't made it through the door however, before an alarm sounded on her chair. Sighing, she turns around and approaches her screens. In the centre of all her screens is a video feed from Collgate Heights showing Rowan, of all people, in the middle of a fight.

Positioning her chair, Oracle leans forwards and hands move over the consoles in front of her. Most of the movements are automatic, based on many hours of doing exactly this, and she doesn't think. On another window, a symbol starts flashing. Moving the window beside the video feed, Oracle sighs. The symbol tells her Damian is the Bat on the case tonight.

Tapping her comms unit, her digitally altered voice is sent to Damian "Damian, this Oracle, please respond." In the Clocktower, her face lit by the glow on all the screens, Oracle wonders if he will.

-

There are… a lot of these things, aren't there? Well, six… eight… ten? Something like that. Most of the normal criminals have since bugged out and the ones that are left are very intent that there Be No Witnesses. Nevermind that Rowan isn't there to arrest them and would only have a vague idea of who to take them to if he were. He's responding like the commando he is: With lethal force. Trouble is 'lethal' force doesn't seem to hurt these things quite as much. He's been backed onto a forty foot mound of piled, crushed electronics. Another werewolf rushes him. He catches it with the shaft of his spear and hurls it catapult like onto the road right in front of Sara's car. The grey furred thing picks itself up slowly unslinging of all things an AK-47. Hey? Who invited Partisan?

Back in the Landfill itself Rowan is doing his best to keep from being mobbed by staying on the move and using the superior reach of his spear and lightning blasts from his hands. When anyone gets in a position to actually see what's going on they're in for a shock. Babs can see it already. An scaled, spear wielding lizard-man with four wings shooting lightning from his hands fighting nine or ten hulking lupine forms, some of which have guns and the others of which are quickly improvising weapons from scrap.

-

"This is Robin," Damian says into his comlink as he pedals away. "Commotion over at the landfill. Going to investigate." The young man pedals down a junk-corridor and disappears from view. "Can you see anything from where you are?" he whispers a few moments later.

Within a minute, he's silently climbing up a stack of old automobiles trying to spy a better view. Despite being a cool customer, even Damian is shocked as to what's going on below. Crocodiles. Lizard men. Werewolves. Gotham has been an introduction to many things, that's for sure.

Ibn al Xu'ffasch takes flight with his grapnel gun, aiming to knock a werewolf clear off his feet by surprise.

-

Sara slams on the brakes when the werewolf lands in front of her, more out of concern for her bumper than for the creature. She's seen enough of these sorts of things not to be afraid on their behalf. "Should take a picture," she mutters as she pushes the car into park and steps out, Witchblade armor already starting to creep over her forearm. "NYPD!" she calls to the wolves. "Put down the weapons!" The words come with a little extra push, given the amber glow behind her eyes and the eldritch armor growing over her.

-

Werewolves, it had to be werewolves? Jason's dealt with these things before when 'working with' Fenris, so through his research he's had the common sense to pack a bit of the stronger stuff. He presses his thumb onto the handle of his briefcase the carry case folding out into a rather decently sized rifle with a double drum magazine, one normal barrel, and another that looks more like a cross between a megaphone and what the 1950's would think a ray gun would look like. A five round burst of tazer rounds goes off at the first werewolf he spots from his little perch tied of by a window. It's bound to get their attention but he needs to know how much it takes to bring one of these down.

-

When Sara slams on her brakes, Sue has to slam hers in turn as she's the car behind the officer. But it's not nearly fast enough.

CRASH

Almost like she's programmed, she bends over to reach into the glove box to get her insurance information, "HERBIE. Uh. Tell Reed I'm overnighting in Gotham — I just rear ended — " but then something very distinctly not human enters her gaze. "Gotta go!" The link in her ear is pressed and Sue steps outside the driver side door. Her lips part wordlessly as she squints into the darkness, attempting to bring the werewolves into focus.

A series of small mini forcefield like discs are thrust towards a nearby werewolf, causing it to yelp under the force of her powers.

-

Oracle has finally located Damian on her video feeds and smirks as she sees the BMX. Painted black - nice touch. Into her comms unit she says "Robin, the Lizard Man, Rowan, is on our side. By my count I see 10 targets, all werewolves and they're armed."

Whilst this is occuring, Oracle has noted a number of cranes in the area and with a grim smile on her lips, her hands move over the console again. One of the cranes comes alive and it's bucket lowers, swings out and back in, collecting an unsuspecting werewolf fair in the back. The werewolf goes sailing through the air, to land in a crumpled heap.

"Make that 9 targets, Robin."

-

The sudden arrival of fresh meat causes the werewolf pack to cease it's focused attack on Rowan and turn to meet the newcomers. One of these wolves turns just in time to get Damian's boots to his face. He goes down, painfully, snout broken though it starts knitting back immediately and he'll be back up in a second. The one Lucky shoots twitches and jerks with impact and electricity. Certainly, they seem affected by it. But as it turns to look Lucky with a growl it seems clear that more may need to be applied.

Sue has the werewolf Sara is covering under her field powers which is a good thing too. It was going to point that AK in their direction. As it stands it's having a difficult time doing much of anything but as weapon's fire, machinery and howling battlecries echo from the scrap yard, it seems possible Sara and Sue will be needed elsewhere.

Rowan takes advantage of the confusion to rush his attackers and sends one right through a stack of junked cars, which falls over with an almighty racket.

-

"Roger," Robin says with his thick Arabic accent. Getting up to his feet slightly faster than the werewolf, he reaches into his utility belt and grabs a handful of charcoal grey "dirt" from his utility belt. He flings it towards the beast in what looks as though it might be an old 'throw dirt in the eye trick'. But dirt doesn't normally start burning midflight.

-

Sara turns sharply when her car moves around the open door, thanks to the rear-ending. "Dammit, and this is a rental," she mutters, stepping away from the car and getting a better look at things. "I should take a picture for the next time some dumbass calls us about werewolves thanks to a stray dog." More armor creeps over her shoulders, wicked spikes guarding her against wolves as she strides toward the group, a gleaming falchata forming in her hand.

-

More shots rocket out of his odd looking rifle in short controlled bursts as the wolf he had been shooting jumps up the wall to try and get him, barely missing him as it slams back to the ground twitching and convulsing. Jason's gotten his answer of how many rounds are needed to take one of these things down, and it's enough to cause him to switch out magazines, for something with a bit more stopping power as he hangs from that high set broken open window.

-

"I have ridiculously good insurance," Sue replies, "on the car," not the Baxter Building because no one in their right mind would insure that place. She strides forward, hands held out in front of her as she generates another forcefield towards another one of the werewolves. She glances at the others present and just shakes her head, "Werewolves. Of course werewolves. Why wouldn't it be?"

-

Checking other video feeds around the area, Oracle now has Sara and Susan in her sights. Lucky is still not visible, but his efforts are. "Robin, three more providing aid. Two just outside the scrap yard, identified as Detective Sara Pezzini and Susan Storm. The third is well hidden, but they are picking the werewolves off effectively."

One of the cranes with the car magnets swings into life, it lowers and the car from the top of the pile attaches to the magnet.

Green eyes focus on the video feed in front of her and Oracle identifies two werewolves heading across an open area.

The arm of the crane with the car attached to it, swings out, ponderously slowly towards the oncoming werewolves and the car released, if the timing is right, the werewolves will be crushed.

-

The landfill now sounds like an awful metal concert with all the crunching and smashing going on. The lizard man roars at the top of his lungs and jumps down near Damian as he throws his powerder. The fur of the wolf he targeted ignites and while it may not kill him, few things like being lit on fire, werewolves included.

Sara is greeted by a pair of the remaining werewolves, each producing oversized machetes. Time to see what Slade taught her in the fencing department. Sue finds another to square off with. This one intent on grappling her and biting her on the neck. Why go for the neck? That's something of a mystery.

That leaves Lucky and Damain momentarily free. The Lizardman hurls lightning toward one of the ones squaring off with Sara, aiming to distract in create an opening.

-

Damian takes his open alley to go on the offensive. In ancient middle eastern texts it speaks of werewolves being susceptible to metal. In the west, it's specifically silver. Here's to finding out the truth. Damian approaches one of the werewolves and drives his bowstaff right in under the beasts ribs! (Complete with a martial artist's guttural scream of course!)

-

Sara has learned quite a few things from Slade, it seems. When she closes with the pair of wolves, a blade appears in her other hand as well, and where before there was a strange dichotomy between the instinctual knowledge of the blade and her own inexpert actions, now both work together well, and she moves between the wolves like sharp-edged death, spinning and striking as the Witchblade slices through her opponents. It's not silver, but it's sharp, and it has its own magic.

-

There's a lot of skill, and style to the way that Jason gets things done, instead of aiming for the center of mass he's now disabling limbs completely, with upped stopping power to his rounds that leaves the unconscious wolves sparking, and a few of them with completely useless sparking limbs green electricity bounding about from his rather decidedly non standard rounds.

-

THUD

The werewolf charging at Sue is met with a very abrupt, very quick, defensive shield that emits from Sue's person like a radiating bubble, nearly imperceptible in the dark. The blonde strides forwards, moving on the offensive, and firing a series of psionic discs towards her former assailant.

-

The video feeds show that the team on the ground seem to have this inhand. Oracle sits back and folds her hands in her lap, watching the effectiveness of these super heroes.

-

Whether it's the metal or just having a bick stick shoved into it's ribs with some force, the werewolf buckles forward, coughing blood and then passes out.

Sara is a much, much better swordsman than either of these and Sue frankly just outclasses these beasties in any contest that isn't one of strength or speed. And she's smartenough to not make it that. Between that, Lucky's bullets and Rowan spearing another one of them in the back, that quickly puts paid to the rest of the pack.

Which leaves the lot of them in a trashed, abruptly quiet landfill.

-

"Well," Robin says as he looks around. "This has been fun." Not knowing any of the other heroes, he knows it's time to get the hell out of dodge. "Be seeing you." He disapears back into the shadows of the tall, stacked, vehicles and waits until he's out of sight to make a run for his bike.

With a flick of her wrist, Sara cleans the blades in her hands, looking over the remains of the fight as she steps back. The blades retract, though where they've actually gone is something of a mystery. "Now those were actual werewolves," she points out, moving to get a better look at them. "I don't suppose anyone's packing silver cuffs?"

-

A whistle from the darkness above, a small bag falling down onto the ground, filled with glints of silver. Some might have called it obsessive to carry them around but now every single time he's been to Gotham he's been attacked by werewolves, so it's not that much of a stretch. He's not easily visible but to the few who can see him he's just a man dressed in dark clothing with a ski-mask and a large rifle, hanging from a rope in the window.

-

There's a flicker of a smile as Susan lowers her hands and shakes her head just a little at the question about silver handcuffs, "Not exactly standard issue." Her lips press together into a neutral line, "I could contain them for awhile, but I am going to get tired," there's no question there. The whistle prompts Susan's chin to life and the bag is watched with a wry arch of her eyebrows. "Gotham is a strange place," she murmurs.

She treads to the bag and looks downwards at it. She reaches into the bag and plucks a single piece of silver before turning on her heel back towards one of the downed wolves. "Is this a common thing in Gotham?" it's a valid question considering a fellow was carrying around a pouch of silver.

-

There's really isn't much for an Oracle to do when the fighting is done and the bad guys contained. With Detective Pezzini on the group, Gotham PD is already aware of the situation and Robin has flown, or biked, the coop. Grabbing her tablet, Oracle switches the video feed to it and turns her chair towards the kitchen. Time for that quick meal she's been trying to get all evening but she'll keep an eye on things whilst doing it.

-

The really strange thing may be when the Lizard man turns toward the group and begins approaching. The wings retract into his body, the scales fade away and his bones crack and reshape until he's actually human looking. A young man with muddy colored hair. "Werewolves." He says quietly. He does know of them though he's used to fighting with them and against them. "Unless you have some unusual places to hold them, I do not suggest trying." Beat. "What is a cuff?"

-

"I'm not sure anything is actually common in Gotham," Sara replies to Sue with a faint grimace, looking over her shoulder at the cars. "All the more reason not to spend too much time here." She looks up as Rowan approaches, a faint frown furrowing as she tries to place the lizard man. He looks familiar, at least. "Handcuffs," she explains, taking a pair off of her belt and providing a brief demonstration. "Great for thugs, less great for werewolves."

-

Lucky see's the red and blue flashing lights, and it's his time to go. He just has to hope they dig to the bottom and find the silver cuffs. If he's lucky, which he rarely is he'll at least be able to get out without being caught by someone who thinks he's just another thug.

-

Sue squints at the Lizard man, and then nods her head, "Alright. Then maybe it's not worth trying to hold them." Although a part of her would really like to study one, which only prompts her to roll her eyes. Living things aren't projects, if anything Susan Storm knows that firsthand. "I need to make a few calls," because she's going to be in Gotham overnight, and it's unlikely Reed will be thrilled about that. "Excuse me — " Sue treads back towards her car.

-

Dinner prepared, Oracle moves back to her monitoring room and watches the activity on the screens. Gotham PD are incoming, she'll leave it to them and the crew on the ground.


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