A Little Too Complicated

Amateurs are the Worst

Tim bit his lip as he watched the amateur in front of him. Personally, he felt as though amateurs were the worst kind of villain. Why? Well, it was probably because they were so desperate to prove themselves. The Joker? Yeah, he was dangerous, and he was definitely one of the worst, but he'd already proved himself a worthy opponent. He already knew that he'd crawled under Batman's skin. This new guy? He didn't have the satisfaction, but it was clear that he wanted it. 

Tim dodged another beam as it came flying towards his face. That was another reason he hated amateurs, they were way too trigger happy. There wasn't any hard skill in his aim, but that didn't seem to matter as he just kept on firing. With a normal gun, it wouldn't have been as much of a problem, because he would have run out of bullets before too long, and they could have taken him out while he was busy reloading. The problem was, this wasn't a normal gun, and it didn't use bullets. 

"Only you four?" The amateur chided, and Tim felt himself growling with frustration. "Where's the big bad bat, hmm?"

Tim was honestly surprised when Dick didn't throw out some stupid commentary. In fact, it was Jason who responded, but instead of words, he fired out a small string of bullets that bounced harmlessly off this guy's metal suit. Whoever this amateur was, he definitely had done some research, and had some good resources too. 

Tim used the fact that the amateur was focused on Jason at the moment, rushing towards the guy. That turned out to be a mistake, as the guy turned just in time, and before Tim could dodge, had shot another beam in his direction. Tim widened his eyes as the beam hit him square on the chest. 

He wasn't sure what surprised him more, the fact that amateur guy had hit him, or the fact that it didn't hurt. Well, at least, it didn't hurt at first. A sharp pain erupted from the spot, and Tim widened his eyes even more as a blueish white circular ring of light protruded from the exact spot where he'd been hit. His entire body felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece, and then restitched back together over and over again. He let out a sharp cry of pain before the light engulfed his vision. 

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Jason stared in shock at where Tim had dissipated for a moment before he sharpened his gaze on the amateur. That was it, this was officially war. The amateur's smile showed from beneath the cowl he wore over his head. 

"Well, that's one down," Jason felt like wiping that confident smirk right of the man's face. 

"Lucky shot," Jason growled, grabbing the AK-47 strapped to his back that he usually saved for extreme circumstances. Well, okay, this was probably an extreme circumstance, but still. "Wrong move." 

"Hood!" Dick shouted from across the docks, standing on top of a crate, ready to leap off at any second. Jason chose to ignore him, holding the trigger down and listening to the sound of fast-paced gunfire ring out, the sound echoing off the crates surrounding them. 

The amateur guy simply grunted. "Nice gun," he smirked, aiming straight at Jason with a grin. "Mine's better." 

Jason didn't know how to react. The beam came at him as if in slow motion, but he couldn't find it within him to dodge. Something yellow cam into his peripheral vision, slowly coming between him and the blast, blocking it from view. Everything sped up again, and Jason blinked as he saw Damian crumple to the ground. 

"Robin!" Dick shouted, flipping down and watching as Damian let out a loud scream. Jason couldn't do much other than stare as his brother obliterated out of his sight, much the same as Tim had. Dick gave a nod to Jason, and the two rushed the amateur at the exact same time. His luck seemed to finally run out as Dick did a flip, managing to dodge all the beams that came flying towards him, landing a perfectly placed kick to the amateur's face. The amateur guy flew back, and Jason punched him in the back of the head, successfully knocking him out. 

"We couldn't have done that sooner?" Jason grumbled, grabbing the gun from the guy and carefully inspecting it. Police sirens rang in the distance, and both boys looked at each other, Dick handcuffing the guy before following Jason to the nearby rooftops. One thing was for sure: Bruce was not going to be happy about this.

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Hey! So, I have decided to create a new story! The cover photo looks a little weird, and I might fix it later, but I wanted a cover photo, so I made that. Anyways, I'm gonna try and make this story a little shorter that Phantomy Justice was, meaning it more than likely will not have a sequel. 

How did you guys like this first chapter? There's more to come, I promise! In fact, if everything goes right, I plan to have chapter two up later tonight. You know, after I've eaten dinner and stuff. 

Comment, vote, add this to your reading list, you guys are really freaking awesome and I cannot emphasize that enough. Welp, I'll metaphorically see you all later. 

-Portal Potato