Batman and Spider-man

Chapter 10

The generator rumbled; a black leather sheet spread over it to protect it from the rain. The floodlights swung around the Fisheries, shining across the faded signs and weathered buildings. Robin hid in the shadows, hiding behind empty trucks and empty crates as he snuck towards the generator, avoiding the green glow of the night goggles like they were venomous snakes.

Robin leapt out of the way as one of guards snapped his head in his direction, thanking his parents and Haly's circus for teaching him acrobatics as he found himself behind a van.

The rumbling of the generator grew louder. Hidden beneath a small stack of crates and through a pair of binoculars Robin saw two men, M16's in hand running patrols around the generator.

Luckily, they weren't many guards around. Robin snuck to a truck close to the generator. He needed to confirm their method of communication before he made a move. He poked his head out of the corner, checking the equipment on one of them standing a few meters away from the truck. He checked his belt; a pistol was holstered his right hip but no walkie-talkie. He looked up at his face, his bald head shining because of the rain and saw an earpiece. If the other guy saw him, Robin wouldn't have time to knock him down before calling reinforcements and he'd be ripped apart like fried chicken.

He'd have to use stealth.

...

The rain felt like it was seeping through his skull and into his brain. Diesel knew he shouldn't have gone bald before the job but his girlfriend said his hair looked like a dead cat so he decided that he'd get a haircut just the afternoon before the boss called him, telling him he got a job. So here he was standing in the rain with the rain pouring down his skull like it was a fucking umbrella.

And the boss wouldn't let him get an umbrella. No, Johnson said. We have to look strong in front of the contractor, you know? Present an image. But when the contractor was a midget with a forced British accent Diesel did not give two flying shits about impressing him. And to make matters worse, Diesel's job was guarding the generator with no direct contact with the contractor.

"Look strong in front of him," Diesel said in a mocking voice. "We're mercenaries, we have an image to uphold."

At least when the Batman or his sidekick Ostrich got here, he'd be the last to get attacked, seeing as he was so far back into the perimeter that Batman wouldn't care much to get to him.

As he made his patrol around the generator (for the 100th time), flashlight beaming across the truck in front of him he heard something. He heard the knocking of metal, like someone was tapping the truck, it sounded like it was behind the truck. Diesel stiffened. He slowed down his pace, gun loaded and with a swift movement his gun was pointed at... emptiness.

"What's the matter?" his partner Osman asked.

"What was that?"

"You looked like you've seen a ghost," Osman said. "What's up?"

"Just thought I heard something, is all."

He was just about to leave but he heard that knocking again. This time it was inside of the truck, most notably the wagon.

The cover flapped in the wing. Diesel yanked it open, flashlight darting across the empty crates. He put on his night goggles; the world enveloped in a green glow.

"Yo Diesel, what's up?" Osman asked as he stepped into the back of the truck.

"Stay on the defensive," Diesel said. "I'm hearing something in here."

Osman had his weapon trained at the back of the truck. Meanwhile Diesel was searching through the truck, his gun trained in one direction as he darted around, searching behind crates before moving to the next.