can you become a hero without reading the romance of the three kingdoms?
Who: Clark 'I have Kryptonite issues' Kent [isitablurred] and Bruce 'I am paranoid and overprotective and also has issues' Wayne [kingofrooks]
When: Very late Saturday night
Where: Vicinity of Sector Two and then much further
Summary: After this, Bruce takes matters into his own hands. Unfortunately, SERO isn't an easy target. Clark is a busybody and comes to the rescue.
Warnings: Violence, gore, blood... the works. Also clone issues. Oh-my-god-the-DCU-and-Smallville-are-so-fucked-up.
The sound of gunshots and shouting men still resounded in the distance, half-swallowed by the Darkness and making it more difficult than normal to determine their location. Bruce lidded his eyes, breathing hard as he dropped down, rolled away from an incoming gunshot and slipped right behind a wall. He then slammed a hand over his own mouth, hiding pale skin from the stark black of the Darkness- and also controlling the sounds of his breaths and heartbeat. There was one of the scientists with enhanced hearing - that was how they had managed to find him the last two times.
Bruce took stock of his injuries again. His arm was bleeding from where a bullet had grazed him, and his right thigh had a hole in it from another shot. There was at least three cracked ribs, two fractured, and one entirely broken from where he had been thrown straight into a wall - if not for the Kevlar on his armour, his spine would have snapped like a twig. And for some sort of good luck, he had no concussion- good.
At least the blue kryptonite was still in his belt. Bruce was hyper-aware of its weight- after all, if it wasn't there, it meant that this trip, these injuries, were all for nothing. The fact that he had managed to steal the rest of SERO's stash meant that this was all accomplished for a very important reason.
It meant that Clark and Lois and Carrie and the entire island were safe. At least, for now.
Resisting the urge to take off the cowl to rub at his eyes, Bruce started running again. He kept his head low and his footsteps soft, taking a winding, zigzagging route. He was at the edge of Sector Two, moving into Four- and he heard a sudden rush of displaced air and he was immediately turning around, flipping a batarang out of his belt and throwing it. The figure - there was someone suddenly there - dodged, and disappeared again. Bruce closed his eyes, concentrating, shutting out his other senses to focus on his instinctive knowledge of a person's presence-
There.
Bruce whirled around suddenly, punching the teleporter straight in the jaw the moment he had felt him- her- whatever- appear. The teleporter swore, blindly lashing it, but Bruce grabbed hold of a wrist and pulled her forward. Then he sent his hand down in a karate chop on her neck, sending her into unconsciousness before throwing her behind him. He started running again, cutting into a corner sharply and shooting up a grapple line, shooting up to a roof. It would be easier to move there- and he landed, stumbling slightly and feeling the blood seep from the rough bandage he tied around his thigh. Bruce ripped it off, tucked it into a pocket, then took another piece of cloth and tied it around the wound.
Like hell would he give SERO any sort of genetic material to work with. Not after what he found out today.
And he started moving again.
When: Very late Saturday night
Where: Vicinity of Sector Two and then much further
Summary: After this, Bruce takes matters into his own hands. Unfortunately, SERO isn't an easy target. Clark is a busybody and comes to the rescue.
Warnings: Violence, gore, blood... the works. Also clone issues. Oh-my-god-the-DCU-and-Smallville-are-so-fucked-up.
The sound of gunshots and shouting men still resounded in the distance, half-swallowed by the Darkness and making it more difficult than normal to determine their location. Bruce lidded his eyes, breathing hard as he dropped down, rolled away from an incoming gunshot and slipped right behind a wall. He then slammed a hand over his own mouth, hiding pale skin from the stark black of the Darkness- and also controlling the sounds of his breaths and heartbeat. There was one of the scientists with enhanced hearing - that was how they had managed to find him the last two times.
Bruce took stock of his injuries again. His arm was bleeding from where a bullet had grazed him, and his right thigh had a hole in it from another shot. There was at least three cracked ribs, two fractured, and one entirely broken from where he had been thrown straight into a wall - if not for the Kevlar on his armour, his spine would have snapped like a twig. And for some sort of good luck, he had no concussion- good.
At least the blue kryptonite was still in his belt. Bruce was hyper-aware of its weight- after all, if it wasn't there, it meant that this trip, these injuries, were all for nothing. The fact that he had managed to steal the rest of SERO's stash meant that this was all accomplished for a very important reason.
It meant that Clark and Lois and Carrie and the entire island were safe. At least, for now.
Resisting the urge to take off the cowl to rub at his eyes, Bruce started running again. He kept his head low and his footsteps soft, taking a winding, zigzagging route. He was at the edge of Sector Two, moving into Four- and he heard a sudden rush of displaced air and he was immediately turning around, flipping a batarang out of his belt and throwing it. The figure - there was someone suddenly there - dodged, and disappeared again. Bruce closed his eyes, concentrating, shutting out his other senses to focus on his instinctive knowledge of a person's presence-
There.
Bruce whirled around suddenly, punching the teleporter straight in the jaw the moment he had felt him- her- whatever- appear. The teleporter swore, blindly lashing it, but Bruce grabbed hold of a wrist and pulled her forward. Then he sent his hand down in a karate chop on her neck, sending her into unconsciousness before throwing her behind him. He started running again, cutting into a corner sharply and shooting up a grapple line, shooting up to a roof. It would be easier to move there- and he landed, stumbling slightly and feeling the blood seep from the rough bandage he tied around his thigh. Bruce ripped it off, tucked it into a pocket, then took another piece of cloth and tied it around the wound.
Like hell would he give SERO any sort of genetic material to work with. Not after what he found out today.
And he started moving again.