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Batman jumped down from the Batmobile and began scanning the area. All around the rooftop were scattered mounds of scrap iron and other chunks of metal, some of them seemed to have a checkered design painted on them but nothing else seemed recognizable. Terry picked up a jagged piece of metal that seemed to resemble a skull and tapped the receiver on his ear. "Wayne, does this look familiar? It may be some gang symbol", "One moment Terry I'm running it through the computer now." Terry clicked the receiver again and continued searching the rooftop, when he noticed a parked police cruiser behind one of the larger mounds.
Batman quickly put his back to a nearby air conditioning duct and hit the receiver. "Frak,.. Wayne, looks like one of Gordan's people is here already, what should I do?" Terry scanned around looking for the officer, hoping he hadn't been spotted. "That is a complication, but see what you can find out before heading back, Gordon can be pretty forgiving…from time to time." Wayne replied before continuing, "That skull isn't yielding any useful results, I keep getting some vague references to something called GW but it's useless." As Wayne talked Terry moved closer to the cruiser, narrowing his eyes, there was something pooling towards the back, and a leg poked out from behind the cruiser and laying in the pool. With a start Terry rushed around the vehicle and choked back bile.
The body before him, if it could be called a body anymore, was a mess. Something had mutilated the poor officer, his jaw was hanging off by a string of sinew, and his ribcage had been ripped out like some perverse parody of wings, "Terry.." The officer's heart had been crushed to a lump of meat, and his eyes plucked leaving accusing black holes to stare at the Dark Knight, and… "TERRY!" Bruce's voice cut through Terry's macabre state of mind and he instantly turned and retched over the balcony to his right. "Terry, everything is alright, just breathe and calm down." Bruce's stern voice helped focus Batman's mind as he wiped the remains of his lunch from his face. "Who ever did that is still close by, be on your guard." Batman pulled out a batarang and moved cautiously through the scrap metal mounds.
"What makes you thing this is a who and not a what?" McGinnis whispered over the com, switching to infrared vision. "Only people can be that cruel." was Bruce's answer. Something crashed to the ground in clinking metal 20 feet to Terry's right; Batman switched on his cloaking mode and went to investigate.
Sothil woke up to a comfortable darkness, the few tons of metal trying to crush him however was not so comforting. Using his gene and armor enhanced strength; he dug his way out and looked out at his new surroundings. All around were vast towers of lights and dark stone, vast boards of neon light spoke in low gothic of strange things and objects, vast swarms of small flying ships zipped through the sky making unbearable honking noises. Sothil was curious as to what flew these things and looking down from the balcony he saw many scurrying figures on the streets below and nodded his helmed head in understanding. "Ahh, a hive world, I wonder which sector I'm in? Cordatus? Maybe Gamma 617?" Behind him came animal growls and wrenching metal, turning he saw Herrig pull himself from the remains of the Ork defense tower cursing and using his talons to shred the pig-iron covering him. "Welcome Herrig, about time you woke up."
Batman stared in disbelief at the figures at the balcony, the one with wings sprouting from it's helmet stood at maybe 8 or 9 feet tall, and was at least 3 times as wide as Terry, it's armor was blue near black and trimmed in gold, the faceplate of it's helmet resembled a fanged skull, with both incisors capped in gold, like the faceplate, the winged skull emblem on it's oversized shoulder plate stared out in a near hungry way and Terry felt forced to turn to the other one at that point. Though it crouched like some grotesque gargoyle, Terry could tell that if it stood, it would be around the same height and size of the other one, though slimmer, the large clunky backpack it wore reminded Terry of furled wings ready and eager to be put to flight, it's helm was a white, grilled mask of anger with strange words carved into it in swirling, crude script. The larger one kept an oversized pistol at it's waist in a holster made of human skin, and a large chainsaw-like sword that bled a black and red smoke. The other's weapons were more fitted to their user, large sickle bladed claws that crackled with lightning and seemingly never stopped flexing and re-flexing.
"You can't hide from the eyes of the warp little sneak." Batman snapped around to have a blue painted fist smash him from his feet and into a mound of scrap metal. Gritting his teeth, he got up to see another of the giants. It wore baroque armor with skulls and tentacles worked into it's design with a fogging, dragon-headed backpack, it wore a silver mask with snaking wires sprouting from the back, some broken and crackling, and robes of scaled skin from the waist down. This one, unlike the others was wounded, scratches had been gouged into the ceramite, and spots looked as though they had melted and a large section of his waist had been seemingly ripped out and left to bleed sluggishly.
Leaning heavily on his skull topped staff; Allenes pulled a large golden pistol and fired a searing blast of blue plasma. Batman quickly dodged and let the shot melt into the scrap iron, and threw his batarang which lodged deep into the wounded giants right shoulder plate. Allenes continued firing with a malicious glee, forcing Batman to jump, roll and dodge like an acrobat, Terry pulled out some smoke pellets and tossed them into his foe's mask, fired his rocket boots and thundered both fists right into the psyker's waist. His left fist rammed into the wound and the rest of him felt like he'd rammed into a truck. As Batman fell back to the concrete, Allenes roared in pain staggering back holding his wound and made to smash Batman's skull with and overhead strike of his staff.
The staff smashed though concrete as Batman rolled away only to stop short as his back hit the fire escape door. Herrig screeched, activated his jump pack and charged through the sky, Batman tossed a flash bomb as he jumped away on his own jets, and jerked his head away as the flying behemoth was blinded and ripped through the stairwell door, and concrete walls to stop at the police cruiser cursing and howling death threats as he blinked away his blindness. Batman jinked in the air as a bullet the size of a mortar round whizzed by his head. Sothil was calmly and patiently firing his bolt pistol at the flying not-so-caped-crusader. Terry fired some batarangs from mid-air toward his foe, but they were quickly vaporized by the giant's masterful shots.
Just then six police cruisers came in with wailing sirens and surrounded the top of the building, weapons trained on the combatants. The lead car with a bull horn issued orders to the giants below, "This is the Gotham City Police Department! You are in violation of the law, place your weapons on the ground and surrender immediately!" Sothil looked up at these new challengers with some amusement, "Ahh PDF. Do you truly expect an Astartes to surrender to mere mortals so easily?" was his scratchy, vox amplified response, followed by his pistol firing and crumpling the back engine of the lead cruiser before it exploded and began to fall from the sky. The other cruisers began opening fire as Herrig charged into the cruiser closest to him and ripped into the windshield with relish, and it's passengers bloodily and shortly after. Allenes watched ths with indifference before raising both hands and letting aetheric tendrils of energy reach out and entangle two cruisers before cruelly smashing the two together with the malicious glee of a child crashing his toy cars together.
The weapons of the Gotham Police had little effect on the Astartes thick battle plate but even such low caliber weaponry could take it's toll. Sothil crippled two more vehicles before ordering a retreat to his brothers, who melted into the night as he held back. Terry made to give chase but saw the police cruisers begin falling dangerously towards the people below, and made for the Batmobile. Punching the buttons on the console before him, fired 3 hooks into the falling cruisers and hit the afterburners trying to keep them afloat. "Come on you hunk of junk." Terry growled through grit teeth, "we can do this, just.. gotta…hold ..on!" Terry fired two more grappling hooks into the buildings to his left and right, giving the batmoblie just enough hold to lower the vehicles safely to the ground in the middle of the excited crowd below.
Terry opened the hatch and looked up, to see the leader of the giants looking down at him, Sothil adjusted his vox amplifier to full and gave a mechanical roar, "We are the Night Lords! We shall have your fear, or we shall take your souls, challenger, your skull shall adorn my armor soon enough! We shall meet again!" and with that, Sothil, Lord of the Night, melted into shadow.
"Why do I always get the crazies on my weekends?" muttered Terry as he flew back to the Bat Cave to deal with his injuries.