The Next Nightwing

Chapter Five

Following Bruce's directions, the pair found their way to the hover pads. Staying hidden by one of the loading trucks, they surveyed the situation.

'There are 36 containers. I'm guessing that's how they are transporting the virus.' said Amber.

'Any sign of the big guy?' Terry didn't stop to pause and consider the fact that he was beginning to trust Amber's ears better than his own eyes.

'Yeh, he's here and so is Powers, I think our presence is beginning to worry him.' A grin had spread itself across her face.

'Hey, look there!' Having been spotted by some of Powers' goons, the two decided to jump down into the heat of things. Using the wingspan on the suits, they glided down to the ground, narrowly avoiding bullets.

'Third time today, I'm just saying.' said Amber, constantly being shot at was beginning to bother her less and less...which in itself was a little worrying.

'Never mind them, you go stop the hovercraft, I'm gonna go after these two.' Separating, Terry jumped in front of Power and the big guy who had murdered his father. 'Powers, you're shut down as of now. And you, you're under arrest for the murder of...' unable to finish his sentence due to the large metal crane that had come at him from the side, Terry skidded across the floor. The big guy pulled out his gun but Powers took the weapon from his hands.

'Never mind that Fix, get that hovercraft into the air.'

When Terry pulled himself off the ground, the doors to the hovercraft were beginning to close. Pulling out a Batarang he aimed it at the crafts windows, but it was shot down before impact. Powers stood with smoke rising from his gun. Terry dodged the shots that were fired at him until he came to one of the large containers. Picking up one of the virus filled tubes, he threw it towards Powers who, without thinking, shot at the object, realising too late what he had done. Covered in the green chemical, he started screaming in agony as the hovercraft took off behind him. Terry pushed off from the ground, using the power output in his boots to gain enough height to grab onto the craft. Crawling along the vehicle, he found a shaft to climb in. The place was quiet, guards littered the floor from where Amber had made her way through, but there was no sign of her. Entering the main control room, Terry ran to the driver's seat, turning it around to expose an empty space.

'Looking for someone?' Terry spun around to see Fix standing behind him, an unconscious Amber in his arms. Throwing her to one side, he attacked. Terry kicked him off, running to Amber's side; the girl was just beginning to come too, less injured than she had made out to be.

'Look out!'

Terry turned around, just in time to catch Fix's fists which were covered in electrofused knuckle dusters. Both of them were using all of their strength, they were at a stalemate.

'You know you're pretty strong,' said Fix, 'For a guy who runs around pretending to be Batman!'

Terry had a sudden flash back to  the Bat-cave, talking to Bruce. The old man had told them that he had been Batman, but that he refused to take up the title again. When he and Amber had first taken the suits, it was to get this job done. But maybe...just maybe, it didn't have to stop tonight. Pushing the suit to its limits Terry got into Fix's face.

'I am Batman.' Pushing with another sudden burst of force, Batman shoved Fix backwards. The man stumbled, his electric knuckle dusters making contact with the control panel of the hovercraft. The room was a light with blue sparks as the craft began to descend. As the altitude dropped, the canisters containing the virus became loose and began tumbling around. Amber took hold of Batman's arm, pulling him away from Fix.

'It's over, let's get out of here.' Together they exited through a hatch, gliding away as the craft entered the water; sending the virus and Fix down to a watery grave.