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Blackstone continued to walk...and the young boy continued to talk.
Richard was trying his best to ignore the boy, and he was usually acceptional at holding back his temper. But, he had been holding it for a few weeks now. It was likely drawing close to the level of breaking point by now. He could repress his emotions for a length of time, then it would take one simple trigger and he wouln't be able to control himself.

....he could simply use the excuse that this was one of those times. Considering who this annoying pubescent was related to...

Blackstone walked as far as he could, the boy STILL running his mouth, then just stopped. So much so, that the boy following him nearly collided into him. The kid backed up and looked up at him a moment. Richard didn't move. Didn't face him. Just...stood there.

The boy's eyes widened and he looked around the street. "What is it? Batman? Joker? Robbery?" he asked excitedly. When he found nothing...and recieved no response, he looked back up at the man. "What gives?"

Blackstone let out a very deep sigh, then turned towards the boy. His eyes were the same black coals, but there was something...different about them. Anyone who was around him enough knew that they were ready to completely change colors within a matter of moments.
He looked down at the boy, then slipped his hand into his pocket to pull something out.

The sudden action surprised both Blackstone and the boy. And both recognized the webbing once they seen it. And neither seemed very happy about it.

The kid wined in disappointment and turned around to face the hero. "Oh, come ON.....we see you all the time. Can't you go get Batman or something? I'll even settle on Nightwing."

Blackstone, once he realized what was on him, had instantly closed his eyes. It didn't take him long to know what it was, all of a few seconds. He'd been hit with it enough times to know what it was without looking. Since he knew what it was, he knew WHO it was. He also knew that he wouldn't be able to get out of it without destroying his ONLY suit as of right now.
He knew his rage had just boiled over, so he had to close his eyes. They were always the first indication that he was now three seconds away from killing the first thing that used the wrong tone on him. His black of his eyes would swallow the white, and his iris would turn a deep red.
John had seen it enough not to be surprised with it. But the boy definately hadn't.

He stood there a moment, letting out a long exhale that seemed more like a dangerous growl...trying to calm himself down a bit. This...was NOT...what he needed.
"Just take the boy...and go." he said in a low, dangerous tone.

"HEY!" the young boy yelped out as he was suddenly haled off down the street. He yanked at his arm in protest, but made sure to keep up with the red clad hero. "Dude, don't you have something more important to be doing? Catching real bad guys? Hanging with that blue chick? Or that cat girl? Or that actual cat girl? You know, you have a lot of chicks you hang out with. Is there any certain thing you have to do to get into the hero biz?"

The boy's eyes were wide, and he quickly planted his but on the filthy ground, not saying a word. The guy was serious.



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Blackstone, meanwhile, had stood right where he had been. Trying to calm down.

Wasn't working.

With another growl, he yanked the web covered arm as hard as he could. The webbing gave way, as did the better part of the jacket. He grabbed a glob of the stuff with the other hand and wretched it off of his arm, tossing it as hard as he could into the wall behind him. Which...not so surprisingly, left a few cracks from the impact.

That helped just enough that his eyes reverted back.

He paused and tried to calm himself down more. Once he was able, he opened his eyes to inspect the damage done to his jacket.
...ruined.
Muttering something in German, (a very RUDE something) he slipped what was left of it off and tossed it onto the sidewalk.

Clasped in his fist that still had red webbing hanging off of it....was money. Not a lot, at least not for him anyway, just about a dozen fifty dollar bills.
He WAS simply going to hand it over to the boy and send him in a cab to...wherever. As long as it was away from him.
Sighing a bit, he stuffed it into his pants pocket, then pulled something out of his other pocket. A small advertisement for an appartment complex in New York.

The boy blinked. Paused a moment as everything he'd said sank into his brain...then blinked again. "Who? You mean THAT guy? That tight-wad I was walking with? Did he have a gun or something? Hit-men down the street?" He sounded serious too. He wasn't being smart. Or, at least not his usual smart. "And here I thought walking in pairs was a good thing."

The boy blinked again. "Oh....um, ok. Really haven't seen you fight him, let alone mention him. He's not one of your public fights is he?" he replied.

"I'm sure you'll fine out more about him in the future." a voice echoed down the alley. "Time alterations and all."
On top of the roof above the two, sat a black cat looking down at them. A grin on his face.





Meanwhile, another black cat sat curled comfortably in Vice's arms with the wind whipping through his fur. The man sat cross legged on the top of a moving van heading out of Gotham. The driver, by the way he was driving, was having a rather upsetting bit of road rage.

"So, you're SURE one of my old hide-out's are still in the city? The street you just described sounds more like one of...well, someone else's places." Vice said, bracing himself as they screeched around a corner.

"It is...and you'll see..." the cat purred.

The kid paused a moment, then stood and dusted himself off. "Alright. But...how? One moment I was walking down 34th, the next I'm in the middle of Gotham. I don't exactly have that kind of bus money."

"I could take him home." the cat chimed. "Well, not his house, but I know a friend's place he can stay at. Plenty of adults AND kids."