Nobody Leaves [Nightwing, Huntress]

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It all came down to this. End of the line. Arrow had been on the trail of some highly equipped, highly trained para military contractors hired by some people running a human trafficking ring. He made every person that stood in his way into a human pin cushion. Cut through the ring like a hot knife through butter, and took no prisoners along the way. His methods would be frowned upon by the Justice League, but he didn't care. He never considered himself one of them. You can't argue with results.

The night was dark and an eerie wind howled and whistled. He was lead to this point by a runner tipping him off by saying "Sanitarium" and the specific location of "outside of." this was all said prior to his passing due to bleeding out from an arrow through his knee. The word "sanitarium" left him with many clues. Could it be Arkham Asylum? Not likely a fully functional nut house would be housing a human trafficking circle. Then, he caught it on records and satellite imaging. A huge nut house on the outskirts of Gotham that was used back in the 50's to house the criminally insane. They were shut down after it was discovered they were conducting cruel experiments on their inmates. That would be perfect. It was as wide as a shopping mile, and ran for miles underground. Talk about burying secrets.

With this knowledge, he set off into the night

He took his motorcycle to the end of the road. The trail had deteriorated into mostly dirt, and the leaves had fallen off to the trees. all the branches were hunched over, looking similar to hands reaching out for you as you walked down the lone trail. The trail was about 2 miles long according to his mapping.

He gripped his bow in the left hand, and threw his leg over the side to dismount the motorcycle. Oliver walked over to the beginning of the trail and paused. He looked at the moon in the distance. It was a orangish color with a creepy red aura around it. The sight of the trail with the moon in the background would definitely creep anybody out. He felt like a 12 year old kid who was dared to walk down the road, and friends with masks were at the sides waiting to scare him. Of course what was at the end of the trail was much worse than that.

He reached the end of the trail, and before him was the giant mental institute. It told tales of pain long numbed, and screams that have been silenced for years. The paint was falling off, but all the doors and windows looked to be ok. Probably the strangest thing about the whole thing... No armed guards. No tents, no camp set up. What exactly was he walking into?. He took a deep breath and started to walk, but heard noises behind him. He quickly drew an arrow and turned to the darkness, awaiting for them to show themselves

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Don’t go out to the woods tonight, you won’t believe your eyes. Don’t go out into the woods tonight, you’ll be in for a big surprise. If you go down to the woods tonight, you get a quick demise.

Those words were haunting Helena as she sped down the road in her work clothes. Her cape was flowing behind, gravel and dust kicking up underneath it as she traveled. She couldn’t get those words out of her head as she continued. The source of them, well that image was not going away anytime soon.

She had arrived at the Gotham Cathedral after the sun had set. She often went there to clear her mind before a night on the job. She was standing amongst the gargoyles, mostly because you couldn’t go a block without running into them, but they made her feel safe. They were old friends of hers at this point. On the odd slow night she had even taken to cleaning them off. But tonight was not going to be one of those nights. Hiding among her stone friends Huntress had heard a voice. It was low and garbled at first, but as she prowled along the vaulted roof and stone masonry finding the source. A woman, maybe someone her age even was singing to the statues and looking down at the people below. Normally someone up on a roof and singing wouldn’t sound off any alarms in Gotham, but Helena felt something was off. Very off.

As the raven haired vigilante slowly approached the woman from behind, she cleared her throat, hoping to not alarm the woman. “Ummm…Hello…don’t be alarmed…” Yes, don't be alarmed. It was a fifty foot drop from their current position and she didn't need to start her night off like that. Lucky for her, the woman only turned her head. It was a 180° turn, but it was still a turn. And Huntess dropped back, misjudging her steps slightly on the stone shingles in her shock, causing it to slide off before catching herself. That’s not going to the confessional. She then looked back to the woman, who was now standing up and felt the wave of fear go through her. She was looking at Huntress with that wild crazed look. Her hands were like claws, her neck was definitely not right. She bit her lip and gave herself a pep talk. This, is Gotham. Nothing you can’t handle. She kept her sapphire eyes fixed on the woman as she began to shamble towards her. “Umm..ma’am do you need to see a doctor?” It was a stupid question, but worse still, the question roiled the woman a bit as she let out a blood curdling scream and lunged for Huntress. Okay Helena, you've squared off with mobsters, Joker, and Batman...you're completely qualified to handle this.

A few lacerations and bruises later, Huntress had subdued the woman and had her taken care of. The priest, a good friend to her now, had called for the police and informed them to the best of his ability what to expect. Once the ambulance and officers had left, Helena left her perch and re-examined the medical bracelet she had taken from her attacker. The name wasn’t familiar to her, but the address was just outside of Gotham. She should check this place out.

And here she was, at the end of the dirt road, humming the song the woman had been singing. The morbid song that was just so damn catchy. She readjusted her mask, and belt. She the air was still cool, but with a refreshing bit of spring. And the moon, the moon was haunting. Who wouldn’t want to walk towards that in the middle of the night down a path that looked like a horror scene written by Washington Irving. Huntress thought of raising her hand, but remembered, she had to be the hero in this. And she knew she wasn’t about to walk down the creepy path. That was asking for something to grab her, and she wasn’t in the mood to be grabbed. She looked around and up, she could walk through the brush, her clothes could handle the thorns and poison oak that lurked through there. It was probably time to rethink the short shorts though. 

She moved through as quietly as she could. She had grown accustomed to stalking prey in Italy after Sal and her aunt and uncle had been taken away. After all, hunting was the only way to put food on the table then. Caution was over taking her as she her shuffling and stepping ahead of her. She pulled her crossbow from its holster, crouching down as she continued forward, using the brush as her cover. She saw someone ahead of her in the clearing. He was broad shouldered, and definitely a he from what she could gather. She looked up at the building he was in front of. This was probably the place. It wasn’t Arkham. It made Arkham look wholesome. This....This doesn't look right. The building is in such disrepair, but the exits they're like new. The shingles are hanging by a thread. If you hear a wolf howl, it might be a good time to call Blake.

When the figure turned, a bow pulled back with an arrow to loose, Huntress became more defensive, but she stood up, her crossbow drawn and ready to fire as she stayed back in the dark, but her outline was visible. “Drop your weapon.” Her voice was clearly feminine yet hard that quality of relaying the ‘Don’t mess with me or you’ll become a pin cushion’ quality that everyone found to be the most friendly in Gotham.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Gotham. A place known for all types of crimes and criminals. The criminally insane to the mass murders. You could never tell for sure what you were going to find at the beginning of a night in Gotham. Unless you knew what you were looking for.

Drug trafficking to illegal weapons, Gotham had it all. And human trafficking was on the list of Nightwing's number one of not being acceptable. That list was quite long. But that was his focus that night.

The Outsiders were on a similar case running down about street kids disappearing recently as well. Nightwing left that to Arsenal that night. He had more important business to take care of on his own.

While Batman was out handling another situation in upper North of Gotham, Nightwing was just giving a lending hand in the town. Regardless of how the Bat felt about it. This trafficking was spilling into his town as well. And he wasn't going to allow it.

All the foot work involved and slight of hand tricks he pulled to get his answers. All a matter of intimidation and knowing your opponents' weaknesses. Thugs were all alike, though some took more convincing than others. Though Nightwing never crossed that fine line they all seemed to walk while growing up. Not like some other vigilantes.

The remaining of the tips finishing the trail to the dirt road in the outskirts of Gotham's crime circle. A circle that only grew and spread like a disease. One it caught on to one area, it would soon bring down the rest of the surround population.

Nightwing had taken his motorcycle down another path, a deer trail. He knew these woods well enough not to get lost. And left his motorcycle off some distance to pursue by foot. Better to keep the advantage.

Not long off from the time he had traveled, he could hear the sound of others approaching. Another motorcycle hummed not to far off. It was a low tone, but his systems picked up on another's location. Though on skill alone, he could have figured that one out.

His night vision gave him the advantage to work from different view points as he took to the trees for a while. Moving through them without a trace. Only to hear a familiar voice speak up to threaten the new comer to the location.

Nightwing scooped the location and took to the ground again as he got closer. A hooded archer stood in front of the old building, armed and ready to fire at will against the other figure.

And boy did he know that figure. Not to mention the voice. The Huntress. His last encounter with her had been bittersweet. Not to mention a few times before that. Keeping his mind free of distractions, it was best to approach the two before they tried to take each others heads off.

"Enough," Nightwing's voice broke through the tension of the two.

He have them no option, but to stand down. He knew this town. And head had heard of the archer from research the Bat-family had an almost every vigilante and hero there was out in the publics eye. They even knew the ones in the shadows.

He had thrown two wingdings at the near by trees of the two vigilantes. Only millimeters from human targets. He could take them down if he wanted to. But there was no need. It was just his open ended threat. More or less to get their undivided attention.

"You know you're on thin ice with Batman being in this part of town, Huntress," Nightwing started off the greeting with a friendly reminder. Knowing fully well that Huntress would blow him off like she did to his mentor times before with handling business that spilled into her work.

Nightwing had rights for being in Gotham. Though he wasn't always on Batman's good side either.

He'd leave the archer an open invitation to speak up before he made a move to disarm him if it came to that. Nightwing made his presents known to the two not too far off from the tree line a good few yards from the building.

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Arrow aimed into the darkness. The foot steps became louder, echoing off the trees. Slowly a woman came into view with what appeared to be a crossbow aimed at him. The arrow he had drawn at the bow wasn't anything special, no explosives attached, no electric tips or anything off the sort. Just a normal arrow head that would easily break past a rib cage, and tear through all the vital organs behind it. He could tell by her stance and the look in her eyes, she has killed people before, and would not hesitate to kill him either. Of course the second she would shoot her arrow, he would release his. There would be no clear winner. He pulled the arrow back more, creating more tension in the bow, then out of nowhere, two shuriken type weapons flew from the darkness near them, interrupting their Mexican standoff. His first thought was Batman, they would finally meet. But instead a different figure approached from the darkness. Not Batman, nor Robin. It then clicked, he remembered hearing about a vigilante in the nearby town of bludhaven. All witnesses descriptions matched the man who stood before him. He told them to stop. He then proceeded to lecture the woman with the crossbow, calling her "Huntress" as in THE Huntress? The woman he had read so much about. She had a style similar to his. Hence their stand off.


It then clicked. Maybe they were both after the same thing he was? Obviously it wasn't him they were tracking, or he would have noticed someone on his trail. Again, this ring did spread out and could have gotten into their business as well. But that didn't matter to him, he was here on his own accord. If they wanted to help, he would welcome it. Judging by the specs of the place, it would take hours for Arrow to scale it all himself.


He lowered his bow and decompressed the arrow off the string. He reached up to his hood and turned on his voice changing device


"Im not here to fight either of you, but I would assume your presence here has to do with a ring of human trafficking or drugs.. Or both."


He said in a rough, slightly robotic tone, due to the voice cloaking.


Oliver put the arrow away and relaxed his posture to project the image he didn't want to fight with them, and was not going to attempt to harm either of the two


"You'll notice the building appears to be ran down, but the doors and windows look brand new. The building before has 3 different levels, 2 miles long each. Below the first level is a 16 mile long residential center built underground. I checked in on it, and there hasn't been any electricity ran to this place for quite a few years, but we cant rule out the possibility of generators placed throughout the building. There is no roof entrance, and shattering any of the windows could give away our positions. My plan is this... We walk through the front door."


He turned away from the two and began to walk towards the entrance.


"Of course, if you have a better plan, feel free to infiltrate the place on your own."


He welcomed their help, but did not need it. If they weren't playing on his team, they could face whatever lurks within those walls alone.

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Oh, she could have gone a long time without hearing that voice. She let out a reluctant sigh and glowered through the darkness at Nightwing. Anyone but him. That was her motto right now. She holstered her weapon after unloading the bolt and she couldn’t really roll her eyes hard enough at the dancing Bat-stooge. “Batman can kiss my ass.” She growled at him, no hard feelings between the two of them of course, but he really ought to know not to throw Batman at her like a warning. “I was following a lead. This is where it lead me. I’m finishing this, Nightwing.” She walking out from cover and more into the clearing with the other two. “You’re just going to have to deal with it…” She narrowed her eyes at him and tossed his wingding at his feet. “Next time you throw one at me….I’ll hit something vital.”

She brushed off some of the leaves from her legs and then pulled the medical bracelet from the pouch. “I’m in agreement with the hooded fellow…Not much use in us fighting over turf.” Huntress tossed it over toward Nightwing and let him read the patient information.

Molly Marrigold Martin
Age: 20
Bloodtype: AB-

“She was up ontop of the cathedral in Gotham, I tried to get her down, it was like fighting a with a Spetsnaz. Except, with less vodka. There was something wrong with her and it led me here. I’m not backing off of this one. So you can kiss my ass too.” The hostility wasn’t exactly necessary any longer, but she needed to keep this front up. Nightwing had pushed a button, and he knew it, and she wasn’t going to be nice at all to him. She started walking past him as and then looked back to the dark haired hero. “Something happened to that girl, and I’m going to figure it out. That is what heroes do.” Okay, more hostility. Someone in the psychological profession may think she was harboring something more than resentment towards him. But Helena walked forward. Her cape following after her.

Huntress followed after the hooded figure and looked around for a moment. She hadn’t had any time to scope this place out. She didn’t like it. Going in blind was always a bad idea, but it seemed to be something she did exceptionally well considering her life. “Great, so dark, creepy, of course they don’t make it easy.” She was muttering to herself as she looked around. She hated being this exposed. “There aren’t any tunnels, are there? Old places like this use to transport the dead through underground tunnels to avoid rousing up the other patients.” Thank you history channel.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

The archer's words at first were not enough to convince Nightwing of not wanting to attack. It was not until he saw his body language reflect his words. Nightwing was always taught to look further than just what is said. He could ready body language and react in a moments notice.

Though at Huntress's words, Nightwing couldn't help but cross his arms and smirk in her direction. He knew how to push he buttons.

Her words over finishing this made him frown. He knew the ways of the Huntress and some bloodshed was never out of her range of justice. Another reason Batman didn't like her in his town.

His eyes followed the shade of his wingding being thrown back towards him as he watched it fall before his feet. Ignoring her threat. Whether she'd be able to carry it out was another factor on its own.

Nightwing remained silent and watching the two for a moment to hear their reasons at first.

"The trafficking has become a problem. Drugs are one thing, but it's the lives I am more concerned about," Nightwing finally spoke up.

His words reflecting the human aspect was why he was here.

"I'd say you were more of a vigilante than a hero," Nightwing replied. Not really trying to make any point. He was just playing at Huntress once again. They were all considered vigilantes in the eyes of the law. Just different degrees of work.

Nightwing followed suit of the two as they went in through the door.

At Huntress's words, Nightwing brought up a map of the old building they hard on record. Not to mention a scanning of the systems of this place. He was picking up computer activity through the signals.

All this he could see through the eye mask as they walked.

"You're assumption would be correct Huntress. Thought the exits run some distance from here," he said.

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Oliver grabbed the door and flung it open. He drew an arrow back on the draw string, and slowly entered, moving off to the side. He could hardly see through the pitch black room. He scaled the side wall in case he came under fire. There wasn't even a sound coming from any corner of the room. It appeared to be clear. From behind him he could hear the two others begin to enter. They were talking about something, he paid no attention to. He heard Nightwing talk about a back exit. Always good to have an ex filtration plan. There seemed to be no signs of light, so he would simply create a source. Oliver pulled out a signal flare, scraped the top of it against the ground and threw it out in the distance. A bright green light shot to life, and light up the room around them.

As the darkness dissolved into the green flare, something was off, something wasnt right. As he already anticipated, they were walking into a trap.

All across the walls, words like "Get out" and "psycho" were scraped all over the walls, along with what seemed to be a cave drawing of multiple people eating another person in an act of cannibalism. What really got him though, is when he looked up at the ceiling. A series of railings with steel shutters lined up on the walls and windows, then it hit him.

"Get out!!"

he yelled towards the other two, but it was too late. All at once the shutters sprung to life and slammed shut over the doors and walls. Oliver ran over to the door, and squatted down to try and lift it, but it wouldnt budge.

"Shit!" he yelled out loud.

He took a few step backs and drew an arrow with an explosive on it, and aimed it at the door. Before he could release the arrow, dust started to kick up from the floor, and it began to move. The sides of the floor scraped against the wall as they descended down into more darkness. Finally the floor stopped and behind them was a long, narrow pathway light with torches. Looking to the side of him were human skeletons hung up on the wall. At noticing this, a putrid smell went up his nostrils, and grossed him out to the point of vomiting. He raised his green sleeve up to his nose in an effort to get some of the smell from his nose, but it did no good, it was too strong. What the hell had happened down here? What was going on? Oliver started to walk forward, not even waiting for the other two, though he was sure they would be right behind him. He came around the corner of the tunnel, noticing all the writing on the walls. It was then he came up to see a man with his back turned. He stood about 7 foot, weighing roughly 280-300 pounds, and seemed to have something in his hands he was eating. A chill ran down Olivers spine. He knew this confrontation wasnt going to end well. He raised the explosive arrow he already had drawn.

"Hey, big foot..." Oliver said to him.

He watched the tall figure straighten up like his words were lightning. The tall being slowly turned around to face him. In his hands were a human arm he was eating. Blood was all around his mouth, and the man seemed to be grotesquely disfigured. He looked like the product of decades of inbreeding, something from a Wes Craven movie. He threw the arm down, and let out a loud roar. The mutant turned around and grabbed a chainsaw sitting on the ground. With the pull of a cord, the tool came to life buzzing, smoke coming from the motor. The smell of fuel started to blend with the smell of rotting bone and flesh. The disfigured gentleman ran at Oliver. He was definitely a lot slower than a normal human being, even moved with a little bit of a limp. But still, he was a major threat, and needed to be eliminated. Oliver released the arrow at the running chainsawman. It penetrated the mutants chest, but didnt slow him down. Then, it exploded, blowing up the top part of the inbreds chest. Little bits of human matter shot out all over the place. He watched as the mutants body went limp, and fell to the floor. He turned around to see the other two vigilantes following behind him. If there were more of those things in here, he would definitely need their help.

Oliver kept moving forward through the tunnel with them behind him, and they started to come to a wide opening. He could hear sounds of people moving, and some screams. He took out another arrow to get ready for whats at the end. Then it came..

It appeared as though these things had constructed an entire village. Multiple houses made of scrap metal were lined around a big opening. The town center consisted of a stone slab, that was covered in blood stains. And next to that, a giant bon fire. And all around the city, there was multiple mutants just like the one he had just killed. Some smaller, some fatter, some taller. He could tell some were male, some were female. He turned back to Nightwing and Huntress, and signaled for them to get up against the wall.

"I dont know whats going on here, but that last... Thing down there was eating a human arm, and tried to come at me with a chainsaw. Its safe to say these things are obviously cannibals, and that they wont hesitate to attack us. I dont know exactly how many of them there are, or what kind of fire power theyre packing, but make no mistake.. We are in danger. 10 miles down, theres a ventilation shaft that leads to the surface. We scale up and escape... Now you..."

He pointed to Nightwing

"If need be... Can you get in contact with Batman?"

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Huntress had to do her best impression of someone who could play well with others for this one. So spinning around and nailing Nightwing in his soft mouth was out of the question. She regretted ever opening up to him since obviously they’re both from different worlds and of different minds. But that was a lonely time for them both she supposed. People do stupid things when they’re lonely, she concluded and walked forward. Seeing that this hooded archer was cautious as he was, she couldn’t blame him. She let him walk forward ahead of her, which was against her better judgement. She didn’t like other people being in the line of fire ahead of her. She didn’t have a death wish she just didn’t like other risking themselves for her.

She looked around as the green light faded, almost in awe of the surrounding graffiti. It was something out of a horror movie, but not unfathomable. This was still Gotham after all. She stepped in behind him, her hand on the butt of her crossbow. If this was where her little friend originated from it seemed, and she almost felt the dread slipping through her. She had to push that back though, especially with what was up next. The moment the intricate trap sprung itself, she pulled out her crossbow, quickly loading a bolt as she brought it up, leveling it with her shoulder as she stood behind the archer. “Not exactly adding a lot of confidence, Arrow Boy.” She snarked as the man went into a small panic. She couldn’t exactly blame him though, this place had a more foreboding air as the feeling of enclosure set in. when he shot of his explosive arrow she was jolted slightly and turn an angered glare on her face.

“Great….I love traps” She mutter and looked around, holding her cross bow higher up. She reached back under her cape and made her extendable bostaff was there as she followed after the hooded man. She would probably need it. She looked up and saw the hulking figure. Not what she was expecting, but then again, she probably should have been. When the large mutant charged at them, she had her own crossbow leveled with the man’s chest, holding back for a moment before seeing the archer take the killing shot. When the archer took him down, she breathed a sigh of relief. “How about we don’t taught them…” She narrowed her eyes and let them adjust to the darkness, she could see various forms as they continued further inward, shuffling movements towards them. She had to conceal her shock and then some as she forced herself not to step back. The woman at the Cathedral was more than she had expected but this was almost something worse than her nightmares. She looked down over the shanty village. If that is what it could be called and made her own observations.

The archer was right. This was a bad place to be without any sort of recognizance or any kind of plan. “Escaping is easier said than done….” She whispered to them both as she looked over the shoulder of the archer and nodded towards the approaching group. She hung back, not pressing into the wall, but she was damn near close enough. She couldn’t believe it. Some of them shuffled forward, some dragged themselves, some looked like grotesque creations Dr. Moroe wouldn’t be too ethical to create. And without thinking she quickly aimed her crossbow bolts for their heads, reacting as a few of them lunged forward at them. She couldn’t waste the bolts on them though, it wasn’t as if she carried an arsenal around with her. She was grabbed from behind and she spun around pulling her staff out, extending it as she shoved an electrified end into the chest of whatever grabbed her. The strobing effect lit up the room like a rave gone bad as it illuminated the rest of the hoard surrounding them. She pulled the staff back after the roar of screaming was done and slammed the side of the staff into its head. She jumped back and made a sweeping motion with her staff, trying to clear the area and give at least herself some breathing room. But she felt a sharp tug on her cape as she brought down to a knee. She turned, her narrowed blue eyes capturing the lone figure of what she had thought was a midget with an incredible amount of strength, but there were no legs! She shoved her staff back, hoping to cause this thing to think twice about attacking her again.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

I smirk played at the corner of his lips after not getting a response from Huntress on his last comment. Maybe he was just being a smart ass. Or maybe it was just his way of taunting her for ignoring him after their little run in with each other that time back.

Man did it turn cold fast. Not that he had expected a friendly hug from her. His mentor and her were not on good terms. And she knew where he stood on their line of work.

Nightwing had a feeling letting these two lead blinded into a dark unknown warehouse was not the best choice. Though he had gotten distracted before he could step up and take charge of the situation.

Might be a challenge between the other two for a power struggle. Taking all into consideration as to what they were all fighting for with different reasons, but the same cause. And this was within the Bat-family territory, so he had a slight home advantage. Not to mention the tech for work like this.

Though once again, the distraction played a fatal flaw in him bringing up the rear of the group as they entered and fell prey to a waiting trap. This place must be home to something quite sinister as they soon found them selves at the hands of mutants.

This was definitely odd. And to top it off cannibals...Great!

The Hooded vigilante was quick to act and take down the first of what might be of many from the few of the location.

At the Hooded man's question, Nightwing was trying to get a frequency on his gear. "Hate to say it, but something is jamming my system. And there isn't much that is able to do that," Nightwing replied.

His hand was touching the side of his eye mask. And he could see that the signal was being jammed. Someone was planning on more than possibly just them showing up. They went the extra mile to create such an elaborate network system of underground tunneling and grid systems. Nightwing could still work the rest of his gear. But if help was needed, they were on their own.

Nightwing could see far more than what the other two could. The advantage of working and having night vision built into your mask. The bat-fmaily were rather a high-tech ground of vigilantes when it came to the weaponry and equipment.

Making out more shapes in the distance, it was easy to see that they were far more out numbered than they knew.

Some space had grown between them as each seemed to be picking a fight in a ripple affect.

Nightwing found himself up against on that came from behind their ground as well. But it wasn't easily missed by this vigilante as he took out his escrima sticks and turned quickly to retaliate against its own attacks upon him.

The hit of sparks from his escrima sticks would go unnoticed to those far in the distance, but it was easy to see he was set to stun them. At least he knew he would be able to.

The creature came up front behind as Nightwing moved to dodge the first fist swung at him. The creature moving slowly to face him again. These things had instinct, but not agility. So with every move it made, Nightwing could perform multiple within that moment. And de did just that to attack. Until he got the perfect target to stun the creature with one escrima stick before being able to get an knockout sedative to the beast. It would keep him down form almost a days time.

"I thought you didn't want to taunt them," Nightwing comment to Huntress.

As they would get their chance to move further into the new environment, Nightwing made head way toward the Hooded man.

"Probably would be best to let someone who can see down here lead. Unless you guys want night vision as well," Nightwing said as he the pulled out two smaller sets of lenses the two could place over their masks or adjust as needed.

So he didn't have a utility belt like his mentor. Didn't mean he didm't still carry with him a good amount of supplies with him. His suit was designed for his needs and the gauntlets on his suit helped out a lot.

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Green Arrow grabbed the night vision lens from Nightwings hand. He fastened them over his eyes and flicked the switch at the side. His vision light up with green, and suddenly he could make out the area a lot better than before. Huntress had taken the liberty of going through with engaging the mutants. They approached in a zombie like mass formation. Blood dripping from their mouths, some holding machetes, some butcher knives, they came with bad intentions.

Nightwing readied his weapons for battle, between the two of them, it gave the mutants a good distraction so Oliver could figure out a way to maneuver past them. Huntress seemed to have them all focused on her, with Nightwing flanking to the side.

Oliver reached behind him and gripped three arrows. He targeted the three mutants to the immediately left, and shot all of them at once. One arrow hitting the throat, another the chest, and the other through the eye. With a running start Oliver sprinted to the side while it still had an opening. Jumping up, one foot pushing off a dead mutants back, he soared through the air to the other side of the crowd. He took a quick look back to make sure they weren't overwhelmed. With a much need of sense of purpose he ran forward through their small junkyard village.

All necessary precautions were taken while raiding their small home. An arrow drawn back on the string, ready to be launched into a mutants skull.

With the bow raised, Arrow searched all his corners and turns for any surprise attacks, but luckily there weren't too many around. What wasn't in battle formations were hiding in the homes, trying to stay low in the shadows. After going straight through the center of the town and coming to opposite ends, Oliver found a bunch of brick and debris collapsed over the tunnel to the next side. He lowered his bow and took a few steps back. There, above him an observation room. It had broken windows, but if one of them could get up there, beside it was a small lift elevator. Most likely just needed an electric charge. He was armed with electric current arrows, but not enough to power this. Nightwing's batons, they had an electric current, and just might do the trick. But he was back on the other end. Oliver's voice changing device did have a volume control that could fill the big room up like a intercom system. His hand fell down off the bow, and to the device as he cranked the volume up. Luckily he had his ear plugs on him that he carried in case of an encounter with Black Canary

"Nightwing! Huntress! I found our way out. The exit on their side is destroyed, but there's an observation room near the top of the roof. Down next to it, is a small external lift, that needs an electric charge. I need both of you to make your way to the other end of the room. I'll launch an arrow with a zip line that I need Nightwing to walk up, and charge the source of the elevator."

His voice echoed loud throughout the whole village.

"While Nightwing is climbing, and im holding the wire... I need you to keep them busy, Huntress..."

Oliver turned the volume back down. He took out an arrow and hooked it up to his zip line source he had around his waist. With all his strength, he pulled the arrow back, and shot it straight through the window. A firm tug confirmed that it was latched down and ready for someone to climb. If this didn't work, they would get overwhelmed, and eaten.

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Keep them busy? What the hell did he think she was doing? She sure as hell wasn’t inviting them to a pasta dinner at her grandmother’s! She head butted one behind as it grabbed at her. And then she defended their position and without being as lethal as she normally was. Deep down she felt sorry for this rabble, but on the other end, she really didn’t want to be flayed alive. She really liked her skin just where it currently resided.

Helena jumped back and rolled as someone swung what she hoped was a sledge hammer but her eyes, though now having better adjustment to the darkness, were still trying to focus on the attacks, and not being hit, as opposed to what they were trying to hit her with. Sure that wasn’t the best way to fight, but with as many hands, and god she hoped they were hands, and other weapons coming at her she didn’t have time to focus on everything.