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the tech knight returns

Terry didn't really understand how he had wound up running around weird mazes in his own head while being watched by an AI. But he was out of it now. And he was done with moping around in a fake Bat-cave. He'd been hiding and feeling sorry for himself since the yeerks. After running around in GLaDOS's mazes, though, he'd realized that he need to just get over himself.

So he was training. The Sensorium had created a Gotham street. His Gotham. And he was doing what he normally did on an average night - cleaning up the streets. He was currently hunting a group of Jokerz, but in without the Batsuit. He needed the practice of tracking and fighting without his suit. It was becoming to much like a crush.

He wouldn't mind some company. He needed some practice working with teams, too.

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Having stumbled into this simulation, Ryuunosuke had already run afoul of some of the aforementioned Jokerz, stopping a mugging. Even without his shodophone, he wasn't about to retreat from a battle for justice! He'd already armed himself with a stray pipe.

"Wicked deeds such as this cannot go unpunished! Ordained by providence, Ikenami Ryuunosuke will stop you!" He adjusted his stance, readying a swing. "Going forth!"

Terry was being careful - taking his time, doing some proper hunting. He intended to hang back from the gang and wait until the perfect time to strike. But that was before he heard shouting coming from the gang. He swore it sounded like a mugging gone bad.

He abandoned his careful stalking-distance, running into the fray, ready the fight. He had already thrown some punches when he noticed the only other guy in the fight that wasn't a Joker. Some Asian guy using a pipe.

Well, that was new.

A quick thrust, followed by pulling back and turning sharply struck solid blows on the villains as another champion of justice joined Ryuu's fight. He could hardly call it a fight though. Just humans with more muscle than brains or morals.

And their facepaint was completely amateurish. He could apply better in his sleep.

He struck a pose, standing back to back with the newcomer. "Surrender now and spare yourselves further punishment at the hands of justice!" He held the ~~sword~~ pipe aloft, at the ready.

Maybe he wasn't expecting someone else to be here. Maybe he just wasn't used to other vigilantes in Gotham. But whatever the reason, there was only one thing Terry could say to this pipe-swinging maniac.

"Are you brain damaged or something?"

Maniac? How could someone displaying such expert swordsmanship be mistaken for a maniac. Not that such an appraisal would have registered with Ryuunosuke anyway.

"Damaged? No! These villains have not struck me! And their assault on this innocent woman will not be tolerated!" He nodded towards the, unbeknownst to him, artificial civilian, before charging at the Jokerz again.

Now this was Owen's kind of town. Dirty, flashing lights, and plenty of distractions from his own situation. And look, it even came with a sidekick.

"Hey kid, how's it going?" Owen called out to Terry (quietly) as he came out from an alleyway, keeping pace with him.

"Hey," Terry replied quietly. "Owen, right? What, you here to patrol, too?" He said that last bit sarcastically, almost like he wanted to be left alone. But, despite himself, he was grinning a bit. He liked Owen, and even if he was used to patrolling alone, he didn't really mind the company.

"Just need to keep busy is all. Gets too quiet and I start thinking too much." Owen quips with a shrug, unholstering a boomerang as they move.

"So... long range target practice, or up close? Kid's choice." He smirks challengingly, tossing Terry a spare boomerang. Just standard ones for them both for now.

Terry didn't particularly like being called a kid, but he let it slide. "Long distance," he said, "I need the practice without the suit."

He took the boomerang, eying it. "Kinda primitive, isn't it?" he said sarcastically. The "boomerangs" he was used to were spring loaded and could shoot out of the arms of his suit... not to mention emit an electrical charge and remote-detonate.

Owen paused, raising an eyebrow slooooowwwly. "The term you're looking for is classical."

Owen had plenty of gadgetry, but he'd still handled that prison riot at Iron Heights just fine with scraps he'd picked up. "I've got plenty of other stuff too, but let's work our way up." He smiled, sighting a target in the distance. "Red hair, purple jacket. Want to go for nailing him on the forward or return trip?" He raised the boomerang in his hand.

There's a cry from an adandoned storefront ahead, followed by a crash as one of the greasepainted delinquents is hurled through the window out into the street.

Looks like someone beat you to it, Terry.

Even though he'd been careful, Terry wasn't expecting that. He almost didn't have time to react, but he managed to tumble out of the way of the falling gangster. A few bits of glass pelted him, but none were big enough to do any real damage.

He straightened and peered into the window. He kept his distance, just in case any more clowns came flying out, but he was close enough to see what was happening. Someone was horning in on his patrol, and he wanted to know who that was.

No more follow their pal on his flight. The new guy had spent a couple of minutes diverting him away from the rest of the pack, isolating him before he finished the job.

Whoever he is, he's clearly smart. And fast, too, since there's already someone else screaming further down the street.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Terry muttered when he heard the scream. Either there was someone else working his beat, or this was all one guy. And if it was all one guy, then they were good.

Terry jogged in the direction of the sound, keeping to the shadows. He was curious as to who this person terrorizing Jokerz was, but he was still going to be careful. He knew the gangs well enough - a few might have gotten away from the mystery person, and if they did, they just might want to take out their fear on anyone they come across. With their fists.

When he rounds the bend he'll have found the rest of the Jokerz gang. A lot of them are already strewn comatose across the scenery. The rest are desperately trying to defend themselves from a lone, albeit ripped, man.

Not that he needs help or anything, but there are rather a lot of them...

Terry wasn't really sure how to react. However this guy was, he certainly had things under control. It was really kind of impressive.

One of the Jokerz seemed to be making one last, desperate move though - a rather cowardly attempt to ambush this mystery-fighter from behind. Terry noticed it, though, and leapt into action, tackling the clown and pining him to the ground. A few strong punches to the head, and the gangster was out like a light.

"As my boss would say," Terry called out to the stranger with a sarcastic grin as he climbed back to his feet, "you ought'a watch your back."

"Or as I prefer to put it," Bruce replies, swinging a fist that passes Terry's ear and connects with the nose of a second thug hoping to outmanouevre the pair of them, "Never let your guard down."

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