Summary:Two heroes go after the same gang…who has dibs? Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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He doesn't come out to Staten Island much, but he tries to make it part of his "rotation."
Spider-Man, who had a VERY interesting time getting out here (rode on the roof of a bus), was on the trail of a guy who was called Safecracker. He and his team had hit five banks in the last month. He had been trying to find them for almost that long. But a tip from one of his contacts led him to an office building with only one floor occupied. He hoped it was currently occupied by Safecracker and his criminal gang.
He paused on the top of a streetlight, scoping out the outside of the building.
While Spider-Man took the long way, Damian had been tracking 'Safecracker's' activities for the past month on Batman's instruction. He managed to deduce and pinpoint exactly where the next bank robbery would take place (roughly) and since there were only about maybe two banks in Staten Island, with only one major bank, it was pretty easy to figure out once Damian had enough coffee.
Anyway.
As Spider-Man is scoping out the place, he might see a shadow on the move. A cloaked figure, wearing a domino mask with apparently some extreme stealth skills. He easily scales the building, and seems to be looking through the skylight, seeing how many he was dealing with here. He seems to be unaware completely of Spidey's presence.
Now, who could THIS guy be? Someone cutting in on Safecracker's stash, or one of the local vigilantes?
"ALICE, run a visual analysis. Let me know if anything comes up."
"Roger Wilco, Spider-Man."
He moved along the side of the building until he finds an angle he can use to come in low on another wall, crawling up the wall to the window (hopefully without the other guy seeing him) and places one of his Spider-Tracers against the window.
"…guy has a coke habit, so we can use him." That HAD to be Icepick, Safecracker's lead info-gatherer and hacker. Safecracker picked him up after he hacked a Pyxis hospital machine to get all the morphine out of it. Two patients died as a result, but biz was biz.
"Gotcha," Spidey whispered to himself.
Cutting into the stash? No. More likely about to blow it up. He manages to sneak into the bank through the skylight by using what looks like a shuriken's edge to unlock it. He somehow manages to also not alert anyone to his presence as he taps something on the side of his domino mask, his hood and cloak helping to keep him camouflaged in the shadows.
He does seem to spot someone he can takeout without alerting the others…something that Spider-Man might see as Damian puts this man in a choke hold so tight that the passes out unconscious in seconds. Almost immediately, really.
"The one known as Gentleman is now out cold."
Spider-Man blinked. If he didn't know better, he thought the other guy was trying to bogart his gang. Okay, not HIS gang, but dangit, he'd done a lot of work finding these guys.
Then the Parker Luck kicked in and Glamour Girl looked up to see a hand on the south window where no hand should be, because they were five floors up. "Hey! We got company!" she called out and then reacted as expected by picking up the two suppressed MAC-10s she preferred and shot out the window.
As Spider-Man was showered with broken glass, he vaulted up and over the arcs of he submachine guns. "Yoo-hoo! LulaRoe calling!"
Damian looks up just in time to see the machine gun fire, though it wasn't at him. It was at…
The Amazing Spider-Man!
Okay, Robin had tried to do some relative and light research on New York's beloved neighborhood superhero (unless you ask J Jonah Jameson), but he had only done enough to get a general idea of his powerset and possible weaknesses, juuust in case.
You know, doing what his father would do. That mindset runs in the family.
But, while Spider-Man is apparently keeping attention, Damian is already moving to find caches so he can attach explosives to them. Gotta prepare for the fireworks.
Glamour Girl's alarm got the others coming on the run. Safecracker and Icepick were together, armed with an AK-47 and a shotgun, respectively. Gentleman wasn't responding, and Wayback was still sleeping. Guy was the best wheelman in the borough, but he was on the nod and he couldn't be expected to help.
By the time the other two men arrived, Glamour Girl was being plastered to the wall with high-tensile webbing from the web grenade, arms akimbo and stunned. Spider-Man. GREAT. What was he doing in Staten Island?
"Shoot him!" he yelled to Icepick. Icepick obliged, firing the the riot shotgun and spraying the area with lead shot.
Robin is just doing his thing. If he had comms with Spidey, he'd tell him he was doing a wonderful job being a bullet-shield while Robin planted his explosive ordanance. But…since Spidey seems to have things well in hand, at least for the moment, Damian will likely finish soon.
But just to help out…
Three shuriken fly specifically for Icepick! The shoulder, knee, and gun targeted.
Icepick was drawing a bead on the Webhead be he was just so FAST-
Then the right side of his bady FLARES with pain and he yells, dropping the shotgun after firing wildly. He turns to see Robin there, and looks around for Safecracker.
No sign of him. While he had been busy with Spidey, the bastard had cut and run!
"'Cracker, GOD DAMN YMMMPH!!" The loud declaration of betrayal was cut off as Spider-Man's Web blast knocked him down and pinned him to the floor. He struggled for a few moments, then gave up.
Spider-Man landed on the floor near Icepick. "ALICE?"
"I am detecting a sudden engine start in the ground floor garage."
"Dangit, he's running!" He looked around, but saw no sign of the other guy. He snagged one of the oddly-shaped shuriken, then jumped out the blasated window to try and get to street level before Safecracker flew the coop.
With most of these guys down, Damian finishes off the last few gunmen remaining by using his gadgets and gizmos. A grip and taze there, a roundhouse here, some hogtying there. Then he makes his way out of Safecrackers headquarters. He watches Spider-Man chase after him and will gladly let him do so. His goal was the caches.
So…
*click*.
BOOM!
The charges that Robin had set explode, creating quite the loud noise. But if cops or Spider-Man were to check, they were small enough that they didn't harm or kill any of the criminals still inside the building, but they did their job.
Safecracker dumped the duffel in the back seat of the Charger and slipped inside. He fired up the engine and sighed. It was a decent crew, and he hated having to leave most of the money behind. But he valued his oen sculpted butt first, and the rest of the gang were valued lower than the money.
Oh, well.
He shifted into gear and begin driving towards the exit.
He almost made it.
Fifty feet away from the exit, eight balls of webbing were thrown at the ground in front of the vehicle. He had no idea what they were, but it was too late to avoice them.
In a perfect world, the grenades would have gone off, propelled the Charger into the ceiling above, and webbed it there. But there was simply not enough concussive force. So, Spider-Man had to settle for webbing up the entire car and freezing it in place with a hollow BOOM!
Spidey strolled up to the webbed car. "Roses are red…my prisoner is blue…because he know he's trapped, thinking WTF do I do?" He chuckles. "Hiya, Safecracker. I think you'll REALLY like Riker's."
Damian had already left Safecrackers HQ and he seems to pull out some binoculars to realize that Spider-Man caught the mastermind. Though his henchman had long since surrendered and the cops were notified. He keeps his eyes narrowed for a minute before he starts to leave via grappling hook. Sure, Spidey could probably catch up, but he already had Robin's shuriken.
Something to analyze!
While Safecracker was re-thinking his life choices, Spider-Man took the shuriken out and looked at it. At first, he thought it was one of those star-shaped throwing stars, but that wasn't true at all. In fact, it looked like a very sharp-looking R, a four-pointed custom shuriken. He hefted it in the palm of his hand. Very substantial. Very balanced.
"…Who the deuce are YOU?" he asked the absent mystery man.