No horny in this one, I tried to make this as cinematic as possible.
"I honestly can't be seen wandering these parts like this, there's hardly any crime in our jurisdiction ever since…" Nightwing could be seen leaning against a wall, talking to himself as he looked around to check if anyone was watching for the thirteenth time.
"Ever since SHE got more powerful and shared her power with almost everyone in the tower." Nightwing said as he leaned in closer to his shoulder.
The alley was dark without lights as clouds streaked across the evening sky of Jump City. Another figure could be seen leaning at the just at the entrance to the alley, dressed as a hobo with a tin can, dragging trash that they held closely as if it were their life's treasure, the whole get-up. Unkempt beards, tattered jeans, sewer smell, a beanie, torn hand gloves, a big toe sticking outside a shoe or what looked like a shoe and the sound of coins rattling in his tin can.
Leaning against the wall near the entrance, blending in with the dark completely and forming an L formation with this forsaken hobo was Nightwing.
"Victor has been stopping crimes before they even happen, after creating a network that envelopes Jump City. As long as there is some form of technology around, he can see everything happening… just like a god. A tech god, if you will. Not like he couldn't do that before, but I have never seen him so motivated these days, that's why our meetings would have to stop." Nightwing said in haste. But before now, he had already shut down a transformer that powered the block they were in, and the repair team would take thirty minutes to reach the transformer and have it fixed or changed, so he was safe for now.
"I know, but it's just like you said. Technology in Jump City is already compromised, I even had to hire a street magician to send you messages through a fucking pigeon like a mediaeval lord to keep meeting with you. But you are right, this has to stop. Even Victor would eventually put two and two together and figure out that you have been naughty." The hobo croaked under his breath while shaking his tin as if to mask or cover their conversation.
"How do you even leave the city unnoticed? Even though she hasn't been around for a while, she left the city in the hands of Victor, her most loyal pet. You know what, don't answer that." Nightwing raised a hand as if to shut off the hobo before he began.
"I figured that by now, she'd trust me more, but that isn't the case. If anything, she has been more wary and cautious in her steps going forward." Nightwing sighed as he looked through his memories, wondering where he might have gone wrong to not gain the trust of Raven.
"Speaking of which, that brings me to what I came up with recently. I have come to the conclusion that she has some sort of magical power or ability that allows her to get much stronger from each encounter or battle she engages in." The hobo started.
"The first time I saw Raven… I obviously kept tabs on her. She never displayed athletic prowess till you got in an altercation, according to your report." The Hobo as Nightwing looked down at his feet, clenching his fist tightly.
"She must have some sort of copying magic or something. This is why I hate magic, it doesn't follow the rules of the natural order. She went along to fight Wonder Woman and somehow defeated her without using magic? Challenged her again and won rather easily? I wonder if this is linked to Superman's disappearance. I hate to ask this, but did she make you ingest her bodily fluids?" The hooded figure asked and leaned his head against the wall.
"I take your silence as a yes. She also did the same, but with Batgirl. It would seem she needs the target to ingest her bodily fluid to gain their experience and ability, that's a bit backwards logically speaking. But it's magic we are talking about. But if that is the case, I fear that if we don't act fast enough, we might be too late to stop her, and that's not even mentioning the event of the big bad daddy sealed in her awakening before that happens." The hobo continued after a silent response from Nightwing.
"At the same time, those fluids also grant power. I don't know if it's permanent, but I feel like I can clean Gotham of its crime lords in one night three times over. Victor has also gained his human form back. It, in fact, it's an understatement to just call Victor human, as I have referred to him as a tech god earlier. Garfield's mutations have also gotten stronger too but not as much as a giant leap as me or Victor." Nightwing added with folded arms.
"Taking precaution against an uprising with Garfield? But why would she give much to Victor then?" The hobo paused, letting his question sink in.
"Hmm, so she can also grant powers, too, huh? Interesting. How do we know you are not compromised now?" The hobo asked but got no answer from Nightwing. As expected from such a prodigy, any further explanation would only complicate things.
"This means this will be our last meeting. I can't compromise your position any longer or mine. For all I know, she has gotten powerful enough to observe all things on the planet, but somehow lets it happen." The Hobo said as he crouched to pick up his trash bag, preparing to leave.
"Then that would mean she wants us to fight back, which would mean she already knows. If she really absorbs everyone's abilities and experience. Having your mindset, she could have already predicted this. Fuck! Then what do I do when she comes back?" Nightwing said, but then ducked to avoid the lights of a truck carrying electricians ready with equipment to fix the transformer.
"Just hold on. Help is coming. We are the last line of defense. I won't say more, but you will know when to act when the time comes." The hobo concluded and dragged his trash can with him, walking with a limp while shaking his can at random intervals.
"Fuck me!" Nightwing sighed as he leapt over the apartment building from the floor, exploiting his advanced physical prowess to get away from the scene.
"You better get help as fast as you can, I am not sure if I can hold out for much longer!" Nightwing said to himself as he sped across rooftops, the wind blew against his hair, and he left barely any sound.
The hobo soon reached an empty alley after shaking off some people he thought were following him. This place was generating EMP waves for a while now as the hobo picked up a tennis ball near a dumpster that was the source of the waves and shoved it into his trash bag, and brought out chalk and drew some magical circles on the wall opposite him.
With a few words recited backwards in Latin, the chalk glowed and revealed what looked like a portal that the hobo walked through. As soon as the hobo walked in, the chalked scribbles were burnt to ashes as if nothing had been drawn on the wall.
On the other side of the portal was the Batcave.
Zatanna(Astral projection) and Mercy Graves turned away from the large computer screen they were using to observe Gotham as soon as they heard that familiar sound the portal makes when ripping through the space of the Batcave.
"We really can't be taking risks like this. She has grown too powerful for us to be doing this." Zatanna commented as she began reciting spells in Latin near the hobo.
In minutes, the Hobo's face changed from rough, unkempt, tattered and 'please spare some change' to 'fill in that blank check yourself'. The face of a popular and billionaire playboy was revealed.
"I mean, Lex already knew you were Batman. But seeing it myself, wow. Just WOW." Mercy commented as the magical disguise on Bruce Banner wore off.
"And how fast is getting the contacts I told him to reach now, Mercy?" Bruce asked as Alfred prepared a fresh change of clothes for him.
"Right? He says you can expect 'them' in a week." Mercy reported with her hands folded. She wore a black French suit, black fitting pants and Oxford Bronx shoes, selling the bodyguard look completely.
"We don't have a week, dammit! Zatanna, have you managed to reform the Doomsday cells?" Bruce asked as he walked away, intending to get a shower.
"On it. But you should know this, he didn't even last a second there with-" Zatanna explained.
"Then. But now, it will be different. Now we know our enemy and we can prepare accordingly. It's time for a change in the game." Bruce said as he sat down on his tall chair facing the screens while Alfred served him a cup of hot cocoa.
"You have set the rules for your game, the players and the script. Get ready to lose at your own game Raven." Bruce said with narrowed eyes as he watched the screens showing different parts of the world in real time.
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