Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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Raoanapur, South Thailand - 15:16 

   Dick awoke with a throbbing pain in his head and a growing urge to vomit.

When his messages to Raven went ignored, he knew something had happened. So, with the Prometheus case drying up, Dick had turned his attention to finding her.

Activating the tracker, he'd installed in her phone, the man was surprised to find that she was in Raoanapur of all places, even by his low standards of what a city could stand for, the South Taiwanese capital was in a league of its own.

If you asked him, he would argue that it was as bad or even worse that Gotham, as at least in Gotham, there were heroes. But Raoanapur didn't have a Batman, nor did it have a Robin, Batgirl, or a Batfamily in general, it didn't even have a Commissioner Gordon or a Dr Thompkins. All it had, were Carmine Falconé's and Tony Zuko's.

The tracker, which was connected to an advanced Wayne Satellite, was able to triangulate Raven's location to a near exact position, with less than a 5-foot uncertainty of estimation.

As Dick approached the coordinate's he was surprised to a find that Raven was in a bar of all places, neither she nor Damian had never expressed any interest in liquor, with Damian being actively critical of those who drunk it.

Passing through the swinging half-door entrance, many of the patrons had turned to see who had entered, many of them, thugs, pirates and other lowlifes that inhabited this city, were eying him like he was easy prey. A fawn in a forest of foxes.

Dick scanned the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of ivory skin and onyx hair, but instead he saw something which disturbed him to the core.

Marching over to the booth near the back of the bar, a small part of him was warning him to leave, he knew he was outnumbered and by the look of those sat at the table, probably outgunned as well. They were no ordinary crooks, they looked to be supervillains. 

But Dick didn't care, he was more concerned with the Raven's safety than his own.

"Calculator!" - Dick snarled, as the man in question choked on his drink.

"Ah shit." - The teenager coughed, as he placed the glass back on the table and wiped his face.

Reaching over the table, Dick grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him towards him. - "Where's Raven?" - He spat, earning the attention of the entire bar once more.

The teen just smiled. - "Look I get you're the protégé of the big, bad Bat, but you're really not that intimidating."

Without another word, Dick turned and threw the teen into another table. - "How's that for intimidation." - He cocked his head, expecting to have to fight the other four at the table, but none moved to help, they seemed rather amused by the situation.

Instead, two random thugs got in his face.

"THAT WAS OUR TABLE MAN!" - Once shouted, as he shoved Dick back.

"Get out of my way."

"Not 'til you apologise." - The other man hissed.

Not bothering to waste another second on the two men. Dick throat punched the one who had shoved him, and then promptly caught and countered they guy's friend when he attempted a punch, breaking the man's wrist in the process.

More patrons stood up, and Dick readied himself as they began to attack.

Noah pulled himself to his feet and staggered back over to the table, where the other four were still sitting. - "Thanks for helping." - He muttered, as he collapsed back into the booth.