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Damian blushed a bit at the thought of costume peeling. He blinked.
"Uh.. Yeah.. I'm not afraid of your father." He smiled wide. "Even if I didn't know him." He added. He lead Lian out of the room. The others had left long ago already.
"So, we got all dressed up in costume." He looked at her with a smirk. It almost seemed as if he was ready to sugest the costume peeling activity but instead. 'Patrole?" He smiled. 'You and i havn't gone on patrole in ages. We can take my motorcycle out to the city." He added.

Damian gave a small smirk. She must of been thinking the same thing he was. He smiled all the same. "Great. Lets head out. It's night time in Star city if you wonna take a zeta beam there." He sugested. He lead the way. He had modified the beams to allow vehicles to pass through with multiple riders as well.

Damian glanced back and understood now why guys got motorcycles, it forced their women to get closer to them. He revved up the bike and took off.
In a moment they tore out of an abandoned tunned that lead into Star City.
Damian jumped off the bank and landed out onto the road ignoring honking horns and a man hanging out his window swearing. Damian would flip him off but that was so unhero like. Maybe if he were out of costume.

Damian pulled up the small computer on the handlebars of his bike with the police scanner going.
"Well, there looks to be a hotbed of drug deals going on in this spot." He pointed at the screen. He was good at keeping his eyes on the road even while looking at his screen.
"Wonna kick the crap out of some drug dealers?" He asked.

Damian was eager to see how much Lian had learned while he was away. He sped up and took off.

They rolled into the bad part of town and came to a stop. Damian spotted a known gang ahead known as the Copperheads. He smirked as he dismounted his bike. It seemed the Copperheads were beating some helpless civillian to a blood smear.

Damian strolled over and stared down one man.
"Get lost kid." The man snapped.
Damian removed his helmet and thucked it into the man's face breaking his nose on impact, before flipping over the man and kicking another in the face.
he was enjoying himself and knew Lian would jump right in after him.

There was about 20 of them, that meant 10 each. They should of brought more gang members to even the odds.

Damian had one guy by the arm and useing him like a baseball bat to hit two more in the face before flipping over the man and kicking another in the face.
The man's arm was broken by now and Damian tossed him aside.

A man came at him with a knife and Damian smirked as he spun around nad grabbed the arm holding the knife and brought it back sharply, forcing the man to stab himself in his own shouler. He dropped the knife and Damian kicked it directly into the shoulder of another oncoming man.
"Having a blast." He grinned.

He ran and kicked a man away fom Lian as he stood back to back with her.
"You sure did learn a lot." He said. "I'm impressed." he glanced back. "And not to mention a bit hot and bothered too." He added quickly.

Damian lead the way to the bike and hopped on. He had blood splattered on his helmet but he didn't care. He revved up the bike.

He loved the feel of a good fight with Lian. He was rather hot and bothered too and she didn't make matters easy on him by being all cute.

He pulled up to an abndoned warehouse lot where there seemed to be some actvity. He looked back at Lian.
"Somthing about abadoned warehouses just screams 'Crime here'". He smiled. He turned the bike off and dismounted. They were on a hill overlooking the lot.

'We can sneak in easily and have a look at whats going on." Damian tapped the side of his mask to zoom in. "They are unloading trucks into the warehouse. Smothing going on." He said. He zoomed back out and turned to Lian. "Ready to play ninja?' He asked.

Damian nodded. "Follow my lead then." He said. In a moment he was already on his way down. He walked carefully as to not make a sound as he darted from shadow to shadow. It was amazing how fast and silent he moved. He was trainned well to hide in the shadows. Being trainned by assasins had it's advantage.

Damian moved along to the back door and checked for trip wires and an alarm system. Obviously they wern't counting on useing this place again, there were no lines or system in place.

Damian signaled for Lian to follow him inside.

Once inside Damian leapt off the wall and up, grabing a beam and pulling himself to the ceiling. He held his hand out to Lian to pull her up if she needed, but he had fath she was agile enough to get up on her own.





Three men were loading a large wooden case into the warehouse and set it down.
"Thats perfect, yes, perfect my Loveleyes. The trotters are lemonaid and spill fourth from the eyes of the solum. " a portly man in a long trench coat stepped forward brandishing a power drill and donning a Pig mask.
"yes yes, they sing. Sing of the time to come. Whats that mother?' He pressed an ear to the box. "No mother. i will not eat my puding." he stood up and sighed. "i'm so bored." He gasped and struck a pose of fatigue. "I love to be sick.. The meds they gave me filled my brain with spunge cake, and there was silence."
Professor Pyg was truley insane.

Damin read her lips and mouthed back "he's ours now." He grinned the n mouthed. "wonder whats in the box?"

he turned back to Pyg who had began to dance. Damian's expression changed to disgust. He hated watching the overweight man dance. It offten included stripping.

Damian shook his head. He looked to Lian and mouthed. "Take them head obn while I sneak around back. Feel free to be as loud as you want, but be carefull, they have guns."

He nodded once she understood her orders.

Damian flipped back onto another beam and ran along the ceiling beams silently getting behind Professor Pyg and his men. He would let Lian distract them and draw attention to herself as she took out as many guys as she could while Damian began to pick off the men standing guard in the back.

Damian had 2 down already by grabbing them with a batline and dragging them up to the ceiling, knocking them out and hanging them maronette style from the ceiling by their arms.


Pyg had his shirt open already and still dancing.
'I love disco!" He sang. "Oh my, do you feel taht? My darlings. Yes yes. The rapture is nye. I feel you mother!"
He slumped to the floor. "I hate this music. Its so dead." He scoffed.