Batman and Iron Man fan fiction

Armored Underworld (fanfiction) pt 3 of 41


Batgirl breaks up the party between the Heavy Playas gang and their Russian counterparts. A mystery woman stirs the pot.

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Seeing both the stolen weapons and the new product was enough for Batgirl. It was time to break up the party.

She began her assault with a smoke pellet, dropping it the five stories and right on the Russians’ steel container. It exploded, covering the area between the van and the truck in a plume of black smoke.

Batgirl switched her cowl’s lenses to infrared. She could see all the players below, but they couldn’t see a thing. Drawing two weighted Batarangs from her utility belt, she threw them at the two Russian thugs by the container, figuring they’d pose the biggest threat. Her aim was true; both men fell out from the blows to the head.

The lead Russian, a man Batgirl had never seen in Gotham before, was the quickest to react.

Instead of drawing a gun and looking for a target, he dashed through the smoke toward the passenger side of the van. His driver was a pro too; he had started the van seconds after the smoke contained the area.

The Playas weren’t as smart. Their leader, Marcus, went to the side of the truck, searching for something. His boys inside the truck loaded the assault rifles and sent a barrage of automatic weapons fire at the Russians.

Like Batgirl thought; not very smart. Not very accurate either. The container took a few rounds, but not much else.

The Playa at the mouth of the alley drew his handgun and searched for something to shoot. When Batgirl made her move down to the street, he’d have a target. Best to take him out now. She threw a Batarang and hit her target, but it bounced harmlessly off the punk’s leather jacket.

Now he drew a bead on Batgirl’s position. He took a shot; the bullet lodged itself in the concrete wall of the building beneath Batgirl.

The SUV behind the punk started up. Automatic fire came from the Playas in the truck.

Batgirl grabbed the edges of her cape and leaped from the rooftop. Using the cape as a glider, she sailed down and crashed into the punk firing at her. Both fell back onto the street outside the alley. Batgirl recovered first, instantly standing.

And then the SUV bathed her in its headlights. A clever trick, except the bright lights, didn’t affect her infrared lenses. Batman had taught her to use them instead of typical night vision, his lessons saving her once again.

Turning to the SUV, Batgirl saw a single Playa in the driver’s seat. He couldn’t ram her; he’d hit his partner.

He could and did hang out the side window with a handgun — and it was a big one.

Batgirl was a quicker shot. She drew a shuriken and threw it at the driving Playa, knocking the gun out of his hand. The move left her open to the other Playa. He’d gotten to his feet and tried to grapple her from behind. She spun out of his reach and punched him square in the face. Her reinforced knuckles knocked him into next week.

And then Batgirl heard tires squeal.

Looking back to the alley, she saw the Russian’s van burst from her cloud of smoke and head straight at the SUV blocking the alley’s mouth. The driver Playa didn’t have time to react.

To his credit, the Russian leader did. He tumbled out of the van just before it plowed into the SUV.

The SUV’s driver slammed against the driver side door. Airbags deployed, locking him in place.

Walking past the now immobile van, Batgirl saw the Russian driver unconscious and pinned in by airbags. She turned her attention to the Russian leader. He was on the ground, but still conscious.

As she moved to him, Batgirl drew a pair of bat cuffs from her utility belt. She slapped them on the Russian, who was too battered to resist.

Her lenses still in infrared mode, Batgirl looked back to the smoke. She had to give Marcus more credit. In the melee, he’d found the alley wall and walked along it to find his way out of the smoke. He was just about clear, a shotgun in hand.

Batgirl threw two shurikens at Marcus, one from either of her hands. One took the shotgun out of his hand. The other slashed his face, drawing blood. Marcus’s hand covered the wound while he yelled some insult about Batgirl’s femininity.

The caped vigilante closed the distance between her and Marcus. She grabbed him by the front of his jacket. He tried to resist but ended up getting slammed against the wall. Batgirl released him. Marcus stumbled to the ground.

“What are you up to, Marcus?” she demanded. Her normal voice had a higher pitch, but not so high to be annoying. Batman had taught her how to drop her voice an octave to sound more menacing. She’d mostly gotten the hang of it.

It wouldn’t matter now.

Batgirl heard something hit the pavement behind her. Turning from Marcus, Batgirl whirled around.

A woman in a black bodysuit stood at the edge of the dissipating smoke cloud. She was the same height as Batgirl, with flowing red hair and a dancer’s physique. And she was beautiful. Bewitchingly beautiful. Batgirl would be jealous if she weren’t too busy trying to figure who the woman was.

Or why she’d just dropped two assault rifles (presumably those used by the Playas in the truck) at her feet.

“I’d be more concerned with getting out of the blast radius,” the newcomer said.

Batgirl tagged the woman’s Russian accent. Was she with the other men?

“You’re bluffing,” Batgirl said.

The Russian woman shrugged. “Believe what you want. Reality has its price.”

The woman backed into the smoke. With her infrared vision, Batgirl watched her run toward the building where she had once perched. The only exit was a fire escape led up the side of the building.

Batgirl knelt to Marcus and punched him in the face, knocking him out. Looking back to the mystery woman, Batgirl saw the woman climbing the fire escape. Drawing her grapple gun, Batgirl fired a line to the escape two floors above where the woman was. As the gun reeled her toward her location, the woman turned to face Batgirl.

She held a detonator in her hand.

Just as Batgirl’s ascent pulled her across the street, something beneath her exploded. The blast threw off her trajectory and shook the grapple gun out of her hand. Batgirl sailed through the air, landing hard near the mouth of the alley.

The explosion shook her up, but she’d live.

Batgirl switched her cowl’s lenses back to regular viewing mode. Looking to the explosion’s epicenter, she deduced the woman had destroyed the steel container and its contents. Batgirl looked for the woman.

She was gone.

 

To be continued…

Copyright Info

DC Adventures, Copyright 2011, Green Ronin Publishing; Author Steve Kenson.

Advanced Player’s Manual, Copyright 2005, Green Ronin Publishing: Author Skip Williams.

The characters Iron Man, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Vanko, Black Widow and Nick Fury are Copyright Marvel Comics

The characters Batman/ Bruce Wayne, Batgirl/ Barbara Gordon, Black Mask, the Penguin/ Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, Renee Montoya, Commissioner Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Robin/ Dick Grayson, KGBeast and Bane are Copyright DC Comics

The character Juri Han is Copyright Capcom

None of the characters belong to me as this is fanfiction, done for fun and as a creative exercise.

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