Thread: ~City in the Dark~  (La Vida and Vicodin)

Batman's eyes were showing the diligence that was within his character, as his hands remained near his utility belt in case she were to pull anything funny. His baby blue eyes were the only thing that was bringing color to this dark symbol of justice and skewed opinions of right and wrong. She was correct that he was the product of a city that had run out of hope, and managed to luckily get a symbol in time to rely on. But on the other hand, Bruce had done this for a reason. He had become Batman because he wanted to be able to bring all of that hope back, to make the city think that it had a chance for change. And change it did. The city was amazing now, boasting powerful businesses and a lesser crime rate that made Batman start to wonder if he should even be fighting. But at the same time, crime never stops. And it has only been a few years since the days of corruption had been plaguing this city like a poison. From the woman's words, she had the connections to that kind of blackmail, extortion, and blatant lies that he was trying to combat. As his fists clenched slowly out of anger, he let them relax. Just the thought of him bringing her into the jail, would make the anger go away. I am a product of hope and justice in a city that needs it. Batman replied, in the same growling voice. I am here to combat misfits like you. Murderers. Women always had it easier. And when it came to the legal system, it was sad that this was still true. She did have the ability to lie to these cops and get away with murder. And since Batman was unable to take a picture of this kind of crime, he had no evidence. This woman would be cleared instantly, and would be thrown back into a city that is like a playground to her. The thought of two cops taking off her handcuffs and throwing her out into the city with a pat on the head had angered him. All these emotions... boiling up inside of him. He had to control. Had to relax. I am not better nor worse, for we are all human. But you are a murderer. Under the eyes of the law, you deserve your sentence in jail. A trial. But since you are unable to cooperate with any of those things, it looks like I am going to have to give you what you want. His hand instantly grabbed a throwing bat and threw it at the woman, attempting to have it slice some part of her body. He used that slight distraction to try and gain the upper hand on her, since he knew that this woman was dangerous. If she could kill one and take out 9 more, she had some kind of power with her. For a second, he remembered taking down several prisoners back when he was arrested, but that passed as he moved forward. He tried to take advantage of any kind of weak spot that he could find. First his forearm attempted to crash into her stomach, followed by an elbow to her face. And he would also slide his elbow to the right, attempting to cut her or her clothing with the spikes that were on the back of his elbow guards. He followed up with a headbutt, a knee to the stomach, a shoulder smash into her shoulder, and then if she was still being uncooperative, he would jump back and use his newly designed Net Gun. This gun shot a folding and collapsible net out of the chamber that fashioned around the first solid object that it hit. Sure she said not to use his toys, but they were not toys, and he was not going to play fair for a murderer. If he missed with this net gun, he would go on the defensive, since she might have a few punches or kicks of her own to display.