Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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20:40 - Gotham Industrial District.

   Three large, dark blue lorries, each decorated with the logo and slogans of the 'Babyface No-Rash Diapers' brand pulled out of a company warehouse and began making it's journey through the streets of the city, heading south towards Newark, where the drop off point was. It looked like a routine delivery, but inside the crates in the back of the vehicle, was cocaine, bricks upon bricks of cocaine.

A shipment this big, would usually have an army of men escorting it, but all the trucks had was a single black jeep, which while outfitted with bulletproof plating, windows and tires, and a supped-up engine. Only had two men in it, two men which were armed only with a sword, a few knifes, and two guns.

The two mercenaries would earn three million dollars for this job, half of which had already been payed and spent on improving the stock of the two's gear.

For the first twenty minute or so of the journey, all went well. The Police scanner Noah had installed hadn't yet revealed that any cops were on their way to seize the goods, nor had revealed that any large movement of crooks had gathered, indicating a sudden attack. Also none of the streets on the route had been closed.

 It was like all the luck in the universe was shining of the shipment. But in Gotham, luck doesn't mean jack.

As the trucks turned a corner and drove under an overpass, two cars, a red and a green pulled in front of them, seven men, all armed with sub-machines and wearing masks, exited.

Three headed for the furthest lorry, while the other four split into pairs and each took one of the two front trucks.

Damian snatched his sword and mask from the back-seats before leaping out the car. Watching as he slammed the first man in the face with the butt of his sword, before kneeing him in the gut and leaping towards the next man, Noah reclined in his seat. - "This is going to be a long night." - He muttered.

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21:01 - Batcave.

   The bookcase elevator descended into the the cavern below at a speed far too slow for Dick's liking, he was in charge of keeping Gotham safe while Bruce and Cassandra were searching for Cassandra's Mother in Nanda Parbat, though the two were supposed to be back yesterday, but a corrupted message Bruce had sent, said they had gotten caught in a storm and wouldn't be back till tomorrow. 

So when Barbra had radioed in, about reports about shots being fired in downtown Gotham, and then of of a sword wielding super-villain attacking gangsters, Dick had sprung into action.

Leaping over a railing, the prodigy circus performer sprinted across the lair to the alcove which housed the many suits belonging to the many different members of their vigilante family.

He snatched his gear from one of the stands, he pulled up the bulletproof material over his legs and up his chest, before zipping it up before covering the zip with the body armour that magnetically clung to his chest. He tied the blue laces of his black boots, slapped on his horned domino mask, and holstered his escrema sticks.

Ten minutes later, one of the motorcycles that had been parked in the cave's garage, had sped through the waterfall that hid the entrance to the underground headquarters, and onto the road leading into Gotham.

"What are we looking at here Babs?" - Nightwing questioned, as he flew towards the 'City of Darkness'.

"Prometheus and his partner," - She replied, typing away on the supercomputer in her Clockhouse. - "They seem to be protecting three vans belonging to the 'Babyface' Diaper company, which seems to be a shell company for the Newark Mob."