Mockery of the Police [Canary]

[Robin]

Robin felt a sharp pain on her right arm. The bullet had just barely grazed her after her last flip. With that last flip, however, she had managed to succeed in her endeavors. She had waken up Canary successfully. The mission was a success. Unfortunately, that was only a quarter of the battle. They still needed to work together, figure out a plan, and somehow miraculously pull off a victory over Fritz. Quite frankly, it didn't seem very plausible.

However, just as things seemed lost, Batman appeared right in front of her. This was lucky. Though the first demands he made after arriving were somewhat disheartening. He wanted her to leave. Things were apparently so bad that he no longer wished to have her around. Was she nothing more than a hinderence? Well, she knew the answer to that.

"Alright Boss! Canary, lets get out of here," Robin finally said. Robin ran to Canary's side, still having her additional grappling gun in hand.

[Black Canary]

The presence of another hero to the fray boosted Canary's spirits and helped calm her down. And the Batman at that. She doubted he was the original. Though she couldn't make much of his features through the costume, the original Batman would have been....well, a bit older, she didn't know enough to figure out the specifics. In his forties or fifties. This Batman was clearly older than her, or at least appeared so, but still moved with enough spryness of youth for her to think he wasn't older than thirty or so.

But there had never been much of a period where Gotham had been without a Batman, even when most superheroes supposedly vanished. Anyone who had maintained the Batman identity for this long without being killed...well, she could believe that the assassin was being dealt with by capable hands.

"Let's go," Canary told the other girl. She launched her grappling gun and swung off the side of the building.

[Fritz Stahl]

Fritz was considerably losing interest to his targets in front of him, as one kept dodging his shots, and the other was out cold. This was getting pointless, and he was thinking over the possibility to just leave the two be, mocked by their inability to even touch him, let alone deal any kind of decent damage. Canary's sonic shot was the best they could do before she got incapacitated, and robin was simply doing jumping jacks, not even trying to attack, understanding she'd fail anyway. And police did not hurry to help them out, despite the whole circus on the rooftop was going on for quite some time now...

Then, suddenly, another red dot appeared on the periphery of his small short-to-medium range radar circle. It was barely noticeable, the signal was brushing whoever was there just barely. However, Fritz had a pretty good hunch who it was. He switched the damn thing on earlier just for this occasion, and finally, found what he needed. About time you showed up. - he thought mentally, now losing the interest in those two amateur crime-fighters completely. A much more challenging opponent made an appearance...

And then something weird hit his chest, wrapping around it. Fritz rose an eyebrow, looking at the strange thingamajig. He did not know what it was, it could have been a bomb for all he knew, so he took great hesitation to tear in away from his chest, which was an easy thing to do - the thin cables were ripped off almost effortlessly, as he tossed the thing away. It didn't explode, which was good, but who knew what it was? Never hurt to stay safe.

The batman landed in his spectacular fashion, in one some may consider intimidating... Tch. Some. The whole black cape routine worked threateningly only on the most weak-willed thugs, and other guys who could be scared by batman's reputation. This did not work on any villain with sense of pride or self-confidence. The low voice, dark colors, imposing jests - Fritz knew them, he was looking much alike. But while batman was giving orders to his sidekicks, the sniper was not wasting time - he took an aim, but not in the head - head is moving alot. In the chest, center of mass. And when batmat turned around to face him ...

*BANG!*

[The Batman]

This unknown man was certainly someone to be reckoned with. He tore through the bolo with ease, showing no sign of effort as he ripped away the steel cables and tossed it aside like it had been a cheap toy. It had only been thrown as a distraction but it had lasted much shorter than the Bat had anticipated. A few seconds, at most. Most criminals often had at least some difficulty with it. Most didn't have a highly advanced suit of armor on though.

Batman's eyes had never left the armor clad villain. Even as he had soared over the roof tops and spoken with the women his obscured, scarlet hues had been locked onto the other man. So when he had the nerve to raise his rifle and take a shot at the Batman he was already prepared to move. He kicked off of the ground with the balls of his feet, his body turning to avoid the sniper fire. His cape, billowing behind him as he moved, took the shot. The high powered bullet burning through his Kevlar lined cape as if it had been nothing but paper. Within seconds Batman had closed the gap that had been between them. The chances of Batman defeating this criminal at a distance was slim to none. Batman had seen what he had been able to do with his rifle and didn't wish to risk it.

He was fairly confident in his own fighting abilities that he would be able to at least match the man in prowess, if not strength. The man's armor offered him much more protection than the batsuit offered. He was grateful that the gauntlets of his suit was padded to offer protection. Bats lacked the superhuman abilities of most and he was often at a disadvantage in his battles. Decades of practice had sharpened his mind and his skills. If he couldn't beat them physically he would beat them mentally. He was so accustomed to being the underdog that he actually began to enjoy it. Within the blink of an eye the gap between them was almost nonexistent. He planted his left foot and quickly brought up the appropriate arm, aiming to force the muzzle of the gun upward. His right hand quickly lashed out, completing the combination by performing a palm thrust against the man's left shoulder.

The attack could have been more offensive but it was more a stall for time than anything else. The move was more to knock the man off balance more than anything else.

[Fritz Stahl]

Fritz only grunted in slight irritation as his perfectly-aimed bullet failed to hit the designated target once more. It was a mockery of his shooting skills, this whole day was. The sonic-armed hooker girl dodged his shots, the circus acrobat runaway did, and now this caped guy. Seriously, how he did not trip over it at least once? And with all of his skill, his auto-targeting devices, computerized aim and all - still, he missed. Was it something wrong with his aim? Nah, the targets were just that good.

The batman attacked him with considerable speed, pressing the barrel of the gun upward to avoid being shot with one hand, and launching a push with another. The first movement was reasonable from one point of view, but ... did he forget that the rifle can be used in melee? This stuff was among the first to be taught to a recruit - how to use your gun in close quarters, and Fritz was always the top student. The bat in his combo used both arms, thus leaving his guard wide opened. Fritz used this to turn his rifle in clock-wise turn, launching a counter-strike with the butt end of his rifle, aiming for upper torso or the jaw, whichever comes first, before being pushed back by the gotham's knight with a rather strong push. It was strong indeed, strong enough to make him do a couple of steps back to regain balance.

- Tch. - Fritz knew this effective movement made him waste enough time to lose opportunity for a successful attempt at melee attack - the moment was lost. But he also knew what he shouldn't do - allow batman to fight him on equal terms. It was a known fact Batman didn't, or rarely used guns, thus being in disadvantage. Why should he fight on even terms, when he can use his advantage to the max? Fritz's quick analysis came down to one term: hit and run.

The sudden blast of the jetpack send the dark soldier soaring to the sky like a bullet, quickly making distance between him and his black-caped opponent, as he soon landed on top of a roof of a higher building than that they were fighting on. Fritz expected batman to follow... Or try bringing him down with the grappling hook routine - Robin used it times too many in her fight for him to pick a few things. And that thing he was being wary of...