All parts linked here. Finally, Huntmaster was able to stand. The A.I.s came back online, and he jumped over the boxes he was hidden behind. He rushed towards the fight, stooping to grab knives from beside Bombshell. A cursory analysis by the Peace A.I. revealed explosives hidden inside them. He smirked, ever so slightly. As […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XXV"
All parts linked here. Even as they fell, the woman directing Headhunter laughed. “Don’t you see? Resistance is futile! Bru-” Cyborg nailed him in the face with a salvo of plasma. “Not cool, lady!” As Headhunter staggered, the voice gasped in excitement. “We get Cyborg too?!” “No, you don’t!” Nightwing jumped onto the Headhunter’s back, […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XXIV"
1530 Hours, Batcave Hangar “Batman, you realize that it’s rush hour, right…?” Nightwing asked. “And the Batwing is out of commission…” Batman muttered. “Cycles?” The dynamic duo looked at Cyborg. “I assume you two have Batcycles or something?” Batman shrugged. “It’s not ideal, Batman, but it’s our best option.” “Hmm.” Batman turned with a fluorish […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XXI"
All parts linked here. 1420 hours, the Batcave Unlike Batman, Nightwing usually packed light, even when he was planning on a fight. He strapped his rods to his back and was already prepared to go. Cyborg grabbed his shoulder. “Nightwing, you’re sure you want to do this?” “Of course!” “He said he was going to […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XIX"
All parts linked here. 1300 hours, the Batcave A rejuvenated Batman strode towards the central Batcomputer, determination etched into his features. Nightwing smiled up at him, glad to have his mentor back. “Good to see you’re up, Batsy,” Cyborg grinned. Dick simply nodded, then got to business. “With the help of a couple friends […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XV"
All parts linked here. 0630 hours, Wayne Manor Bruce Wayne came to, spitting blood. “Alfred, what the heck was that?” “It would appear that the young man got the best of you not once, but twice, sir. He was very polite about it.” Bruce swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. […]Read more "Master of the Hunt, Part XII"