Two Idiots and a Cape

Chapter 11: In Which Their Date Gets Crashed

"Look out!"

Micheal spun around when a high-pitched noise rang out, side-stepping just in time to avoid being hit in the stomach with the metal disk as it flew past him. Edward grabbed his arm, steadying him.

"You ok?" Micheal nodded, eyes widening when three more metal disks flew out from the darkness. He grabbed Edward and ran out of the path of two of the disks, the third slamming into his stomach and throwing him back with a grunt. Where the heck were they coming from?

"Micheal!" Edward shouted, running to him. Another disk shot out as he did so, coming right for Edward. Oh no.

"Move!" Micheal yelled. Edward turned just in time to see the disk before it smashed into his head, throwing him to the ground. Micheal got up and ran to the man, who's face was scrunched up in pain, groaning, a gash on his forehead.

"Edward! Hold on, don't move."

"Thought was s'pposed to move," Edward mumbled, cracking his eyes open, which looked dazed, his pupils dilated. Micheal winced. Definitely a concussion. He picked Edward up quickly, needing to get him out of here and away from whoever was attacking them, only getting as far as the sidewalk before another disk shot out at his chest. He blocked with his free arm, grunting as it pushed him backward, his feet digging into the asphalt as he skidded across the street. He knocked the disk away and held Edward up bridal-style as he ran down the street, hair blowing wildly as he did so. He couldn't use his powers until he had his suit on, otherwise his identity would be compromised. He ran into one of the alleyways, making sure it was clear before laying Edward gently against the brick wall next to the dumpster, out of sight.

"I'll be right back, I promise. I'm going to... go get help." Edward reached out, looking like he was about to argue, but they didn't have time for that so, guiltily, Micheal ignored him and climbed up the fire escape, running over the rooftops to his home. He just hoped he could get his suit and take this person out quickly so he could get back to Edward and help him.

Aw man, his head was killing him. Not surprising after getting conked in the head with a metal frisbee, but still. He stood and leaned against the wall, vision a bit fuzzy. Thank goodness for his hard head, if it was anyone else they would have been knocked into a coma. Still hurt like crap, though. Fists clenched Edward thought about his situation. He couldn't just go and blast it up, since that would kind of give away his secret identity, so what was left? Well, he was good at fighting, could run pretty fast, and had 20/20 vision. Great, so he could punch whoever was behind this, run for his life, and see the frisbee coming before it hit him. Good plan. He groaned. Well, if he couldn't fight then maybe he could at least find Micheal and make sure he didn't get himself hurt since he decided to run off looking for help. The guy just couldn't stop playing hero, could he? First, he swoops in to save the day against Damian, and now this? He peeked out of the alley when he heard a mechanical whirring sound echo down the street, spotting the person behind it with a groan. It was another resident villain, a woman who called herself Manakel. She had the ability to control certain metals and typically used her power to play fun games of 'collapse the building full of civilians' or 'cause a horrible car accident'. She was trouble, basically, and not an easy gal to take down. Between her superpower and the metal suit she wore, it would prove difficult to defeat her even for NightHawk. Speaking of the hero, he'd just jumped down onto the street and looked very mad.

"Well, there's our hero! Knew you'd show up sooner or later. You find the little boys I played with?" Little boys? Now that was just rude. NightHawk's eyes darkened and he ran at Manakel, dodging her metal disks as he did so and trying to get in close. It was one of Manakel's weaknesses, close combat. She'd expected this though, and sent a rope of metal out at NIghtHawk's booted feet, forcing him to move to the side or else trip. That was new. Manakel laughed maniacally as she used the metal rope as a whip, lashing it at the hero and nearly striking him in the chest. Edward scowled. There had to be something he could do!

NightHawk was getting really fed up with Manakel as she let out another crazed giggle, whip bitting harshly at his arm and ripping his suit. He winced. That was gonna need stitches. He jumped back to avoid the whip again, unable to get a good hit in. He had to find a way past her whip so he could get in close.

"Hawk, catch!" He turned and caught the metal disk in surprise, looking up to see Edward standing on the sidewalk looking unsteady.

"Take 'er out!" The man yelled, and NightHawk sent him silent thanks as he focused on the woman, lifting the disk and using it as a shield while he ran at her, her whip slicing against it violently. It was useless though, and NightHawk slammed into her, the both of them skidding across the ground and tearing into the street as her whip went flying in a random direction. They grappled, her metal-encased hands squeezing his wrists tightly as he tried to pull off her helmet. She kicked him in the chest, her suit providing an extra boost of power that sent him flying across the street. Ow, that was gonna hurt tomorrow. The heating pad might not be enough. She got up, breathing harshly as she strutted toward the hero, a spear of metal forming above her hand. NightHawk struggled to get up, chest aching.

"I'm glad that I was able to get you to come out and play. I did some tune-ups to my suit, made it a little more powerful," Ah, that's why it felt harder to beat her now. Great. She lifted him by the front of his suit until he was staring into the lenses of her helmet, which gleamed in the streetlight. She leaned in close, and NightHawk could just hear her smile.

"What do you think?"

"Ah think y' need to stuff it!" Manakel's head snapped to the side when a piece of asphalt hit it, dropping NightHawk to the ground. He looked up to see Edward in the middle of the street, another chunk of asphalt in hand. Manakel scowled.

"Get out of here!" NightHawk yelled. Why was Edward still here? He needed to run, to get out of the way before he got hurt even more. But Edward stood stubbornly as Manakel got up, turning towards him with the spear still clenched in her hand. Oh no. NightHawk ran forward the same time Manakel did, spear raised and heading straight for Edward, who stood looking dazed.

"MOVE!" NightHawk yelled, and Edward snapped out of it and jumped to the side just in time to avoid getting turned into a shish kabob, the spear only lightly grazing his outer-thigh. Manakel went after Edward again. Oh heck no, NightHawk had enough. He grabbed the metal disk off of the ground and swung it at her head with all his might, her helmet flying off when it connected and collapsing to the ground. She sat up, glaring daggers at him, and he hit her again, knocking her out this time. He dropped the disk, panting. Thank Gods that was over. Edward got up on his hands and knees, groaning and gripping his head. NightHawk came forward and helped him up, letting Edward lean on him for support. Edward grunted.

"Thanks."

"No problem, let's get you home." Edward suddenly pushed back from NightHawk a bit, looking worried.

"N-no. Gotta find... find Michael." Oh crap, that's right!

"Micheal?" He faked ignorance.

"M' boyfriend. He's, uh, blond, 'nd has green eyes n' a purple shirt." Nighthawk's cheeks went pink. Oh, wow, ok. Boyfriend. He cleared his throat.

"Ah, right. He's fine. I, uh, had him stay back while I dealt with the villain." Edward nodded, eyes dazed. He really needed to get some help for that concussion. NightHawk led them down the street, Edward no longer struggling now that he heard Micheal was safe, and man did that make NightHawks heart flutter. Boyfriend... who knew?