Steel Mill Batman: Arkham City の小説・ストーリー

“On. The. Fucking. Ground. Prescott. Now.” I stared at him. Blood dripping from my lip. Breathing heavy. Then I smiled. That did it. The baton cracked against my back. I dropped. Chest slamming against cold concrete. Hands were forced behind me. Cold cuffs snapped shut. Aib was groaning on the floor, face destroyed and slick with blood. Adam kept yelling that I attacked first. Arnel pointed at Bruce. Gabriel crouched in front of me. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he murmured. “Hate to say I told you so.”

The memory of the last few hours crashes into me like molten iron. Me. Gathering my men. “Yes, Boss,” Cameo said when he stepped into my office at the bank. “Get one of the boys to shut down all the security footage leading to the Roshids’ residence. Everything. The neighborhood. The street.” I ordered darkly. I pressed the button beneath my desk. The wall behind me gave way, sliding open to reveal the vault. My arsenal of weapons. Air conditioned. Clean. Sophisticated. “Sir? What are you planning?” Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space.

up and checked our weapons and made sure each of us had enough ammunition and also tested our ear pieces and microphones, and all were in working order. As we were traveling to the location, I received an update on the ID of that Demon. His name was Henry Richmond. He had seen the inside of prison walls many times but was always released, on the count of insufficient evidence and witnesses never showing up to testify against him. His name was attached to murders, human trafficking and drug dealings. Well, justice was finally going to get served to him in full! The location information received took us to the most corrupt part of the city. It was home to criminals, drug dealers, addicts, pro

Tony narrowed his eyes. "I-I mean Marvel is a'ight, I guess? Only hero I ever liked was DC's Batman, though. But dude, why do you have this abomination of a stool?" Dillon furrowed his brow and grinned slightly. "I'll give you that. Batman is a good choice, but not as good a choice as Iron Man, bitch. He's modern day Batman. Gotham's in another universe too. Don't diss my stool, you snot!" Tony pointed at him with two fingers.

I made my way to the door. "Wait!" He stopped me in my tracks, "I'm coming. I can't let you do this on your own; my conscience would kill me." "Are you sure?" I asked. Gabriel nodded. I smiled at him, "I knew I could count on you." Now that I had my Robin to my Batman, nothing could stand in my way of seeking justice. Sorry, Nicholas Klain, you messed with the wrong werewolf.

Damian stood at the head, his presence commanding as ever, but there was an edge to his tone that betrayed his frustration. “We’ve located Bancroft’s potential network hub,” Damian said, pointing to a spot on the map. “It’s a fortified facility in the city’s industrial zone. If we take it out, we cripple his ability to launch the system.” “Fortified?” Adrian asked, arching a skeptical eyebrow. “How fortified are we talking?” “Private security, automated defenses, and a direct connection to Bancroft’s inner circle,” Alex replied, her tone grim. “It’s not going to be easy.”

She felt Nolan’s body tensed. “Something is wrong,” he muttered into his earpiece. No kidding. But nobody slowed down. The Steel Vipers rolled in hard, with all their allies. Bikes fanned out in a tight formation, trucks sealed off the rear, and every single rider was armed to the teeth. They stormed Pier 17. The attack hit instantly. A gunshot cracked through the air. Then another. Then a full rain of bullets. Gunfire exploded from the tops of shipping boxes. Shadows came alive with men firing rifles. Bullets sparked off metal and tore up the pavement.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

Steel declared. "Yes, sir.”