5125/Supernatural is a goofy show.

Supernatural is a goofy show.
Date of Scene:	07 August 2018
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Dean and Nightwing deal with Man-Bat
Cast of Characters:	Dean Winchester, Nightwing

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Dean Winchester has posed:
Gotham City. Night. Dark alleys. High crime rate. What could go wrong?

Dean Winchester had been reading information about the Bat-Man in Gotham City. It was an urban legend but there were too many sightings for him to not take it seriously. The sightings had increased in the last month. The body count too. Three in three weeks. Every one had been on a Tuesday night. Which was just wrong because Tuesday should be reserved for tacos and beer. Not serial killers who ripped up the bodies like an animal.

It never occured to Dean he might be intruding on someone else's turf. This is what he does. He hunts things that go bump in the night. It doesn't matter where it takes him and claimed territory be damned. Right now, he was in a dark alleyway where the second murder had happened, taking a look around and getting a feel for the scene. He found scratches on the walls that could have been made by something big, they were so high up. Consistent with the stories about the Bat-Man. Could the legends be true? Or was there something more supernatural going on here than an urban legend? It wouldn't be the first time they had found out an urban legend was true and much darker than the tale told about it.

Nightwing has posed:
    What most people don't know is that dealing with crime in Gotham City is always a juggling act. There are always so many things in the air, so many potential tragedies, so many stories that it's almost impossible to follow them all. Almost.
    But the Batman is able to, and the primary tool he uses is delegating. He gives the gift of tunnel vision to some of his team, letting them work one angle while others on the crew come at the problem from another. Sometimes it's as simple as a few words asking one of them to keep on the Yakuza. Other times it's simply changing their patrol routes from one thing to another. As the eldest of his partners, Nightwing sometimes gets to see more of the big picture than most. But never the whole thing.
    Which is why this late at night he's crouched on the edge of the building in what is colloquially known as the Science District, just a few bus stops down from mid-town and near the Basin. Settled on the balls of his feet in a crouch with his armored arms resting on his knees, Nightwing casts his gaze across his small domain of the night. The green after-image of the night vision colours his heads up display and allows him to see the people moving far below easily enough, the system auto-calibrating for when he looks towards light sources and away.
    "Nothin'." He says to himself, frowning. He checks his watch.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Nothin'," Dean mutters to himself as he puts away the EMF meter. No spikes so this wasn't a ghost. It may be a demon of some sort. So many escaped from the Hellmouth. But they usually possessed humans so that wouldn't account for the scratches. Wendigo wouldn't be in this sort of a setting and it wouldn't waste the food by leaving the bodies laying in an alleyway. Vampire was ruled out cause blood was present in the bodies. Werewolf? Could be. He didn't know of anything that was actually a bat hybrid look so he was sticking with the usual suspects.

There is a sound from behind him and he turns his head, listening carefully. Someone on the sidewalk coming toward the alley. He ducks behind a dumpster, hiding in the shadows.

Two men come around the corner, both of them staggering slightly as though they had a few too many at the bar down the street.

"So you say your dealer has some prime stuff?"

"Oh yeah. Best in town. We'll head to his place and continue this party."

Dean frowns and rolls his eyes, waiting for the pair to pass so he can get back to work.

A shadow passes overhead, cutting off the light from the moon for a moment. Glancing up, he sees what looks like a man-sized bat flying overhead then back out of sight. He reaches under his jacket, pulling out his favorite gun and prepares.

The Bat-Man swoops down into the alley toward the unsuspecting men.

Nightwing has posed:
    The shadows are not to be trusted in Gotham, and when that creature swoops in, /that/ must have been what Batman wanted Nightwing to see. His gaze shifts and narrows, the HUD flowing to a thermal display to cast the long limbs of the creature in lurid reds and oranges. Two... three civilians around him. How did that guy move so fast? Then the data display feeds the identity: Dr. Langstrom.
    "Great." Again Nightwing comments to himself, but it's said while he's in motion. From his point of view he races across the rooftops and then /leaps/ off with an elegant ease that might be deceptive. He falls, and to those below he's little more than just another shadow. But this... this appearance of the Man-Bat, that puts things into perspective.
    It also explains why Batman had thrown the vial at him while he was leaving the Batcave and told him, 'Take this, you'll need it.' without explaining what it was.
    The Anti-Mutagen they'd used to cure Langstrom before. If nothing else it'll hopefully slow him down. With barely a sound, Nightwing lands at the other end of the alley and then breaks into a run across the distance. He brushes a finger over the display on his inner wrist to let control know he's engaging and then he leaps into the air...
    And as if out of nowhere a second shadowy figure joins the fray as a flying kick leaps out towards the bat creature's jaw.

Dean Winchester has posed:
The two men react as expected when a giant humanoid bat swoops down at them. One screams like a little girl and has a loss of certain bodily functions, staining the front of his pants in the process. The other turns and runs the opposite direction without a word to his companion. It takes but a moment for the screamer to follow suit, booking back in the direction that they had come from originally.

Dean has already brought up his weapon, feet shoulder width apart, weapon cradled in both hands as he lines up to fire on the decending monster. Only to have the shot ruined when another person appears, attacking the monster with a kick to the jaw. "Get outta the way! I've got a shot!" he yells gruffly in the directino of the shadowy figure.

Man-Bat, which is his actual name despite the urban legend to the contrary, screeches as he takes a boot to the side of the head, pain ripping through his skull as he is sent flying off to the side to slam into the brick wall. He slides down it to land heavily on the ground but is up again almost immediately, standing to his full height with his wings half curled around his form. He screeches in defiance, showing razor sharp teeth in his muzzle like face. Then he dives for Nightwing, claws extended!

Nightwing has posed:
    "You get outta the way!" Nightwing snaps back as he flips backwards away from the Man-Bat, landing in a partial crouch and palming the injector assembly in one hand. "Get clear, this guy's dangerous!" In the shadows he might just look like a guy wearing black though there will be flashes of a shiny sheen to pieces of the armor and the gear that he seems to carry.
    Once he has the attention of the creature and when it dives for him it becomes all about the thing he's best at. Not getting hit. Another flip back and onto the rubber lid of a heavy industrial trash bin, the creature dives for him and /crashes/ heavily into it causing the whole thing to bounce. It buys Nightwing time to plant a hand on the lip of it and almost cartwheel to the side off of the container, getting his legs under him and then /leaping/ into the air to fly over the top of that winged creature even as its claws lash out and upwards at him...
    Only for him to land heavily on the back of the beast. He /stabs/ the injector square as close as he hits to the spinal column and makes sure the syringe fires as the liquid level depletes on the side of the injector.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean does not lower his weapon. He keeps it trained on the fight, waiting for his chance to try to eliminate the larger of the threats. The more he watches, he begins to wonder which one that actually is though. Ain't no humans doing the things the guy in black is. Great. He has two monsters in the alleyway with him.

Maybe he's just gifted. THere are mutants and heroes out there with powers, non demon given ones. He'll just have to stay on his guard.

As the serum flows into Man-Bat's system, he screams once more in defiance then collapses. He shudders, skin seeming to ripple. His body shifts and changes, becoming smaller and more humanoid. The muzzle recedes, the wings disappear. In seconds, there is a man on the ground instead of a monster.

Dr. Kirk Langstrom reaches up a hand to rub at his face as he rolls to the side to a sitting position. Then he brings the hand back, to the spot where the needle pierced his skin. "Wha...what happened?" He looks to Nightwing. "How long was it this time?"

Nightwing has posed:
    Crouching beside him, Nightwing frowns and kneels beside the fallen physician. "Too long, doctor." The youthful vigilante says as his features darken. He rests a hand on the man's shoulder and makes a quick check of the fallen healer's limbs for injuries, never clear how horrendous the transformation might be with Dr. Langstrom, but for now it's thankfully not been too unkind to him. No that was saved for his victims.
    "The police will be here soon, and I'm going to need to restrain you until they arrive." He seems to have all but forgotten the other man in the alleyway, what with the other two having fled. But even if the Doctor protests, Nightwing will make sure to bind his hands and ankles and then leave him for the approaching police which should be along shortly.
    Yet when he arises that has him turning back to see Dean still there, the other young man having not fled as well. Which might be surprising. "You shouldn't be here, it's not safe." With the streetlight finally catching the uniform of the young man in black and blue, Dean might finally see him more clearly now. The armored suit is apparent, the belt, the eskrima sticks on his back, and that irisless mask that grants no glimpse into his eyes.
    "Lots of scary things running around this time of night."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Did I hurt anyone?" is the doctor's next question. When Nightwing says he must be restrained for the police, he already knows the answers. He does not resist as he is bound, sitting quietly. His head hangs low, chin almost to his chest, regret written in every line of his posture.

The other man is definitely still there. He keeps the gun trained on the good doctor until he is trussed up properly. As Nightwing notices him, Dean can't help but smirk. "Yeah, lots of scary things. Thanks for the help. I take it he is something other than just a monster?" Yes, he says monster like there are real things out there in the dark that might fit that meaning. It could be taken as meaning human monsters though, for those uninitiated into the world Dean lives in. "What'd you shoot him up with anyway?" Observant for a guy in an alleyway with a gun. Might giveaway there is more to Dean than jeans and flannel.

Nightwing has posed:
    A quick glance is given towards Dr. Langstrom, then Nightwing steps forwards and catches a hand on Dean's elbow, turning him towards the mouth of the alleyway and away from the fallen scientist. He doesn't answer the question, since in truth... yes Nightwing's actions answer it well enough. But it's to Dean that the vigilante speaks as he tries to gently ease him towards the street and the sidewalk there.
    "I don't know exactly, but if I did I wouldn't be super forthcoming." The young man's voice is light and there's a wry edge to it but it's tinged with wariness and some hint of fatigue as if this whole situation was draining. Langstrom the man is a good man, but the Man-Bat... is not.
    "Cops are coming, but unless you feel like answering a ton of questions..." He says that, intimating that Dean should probably leave. Probably having civilians away from Langstrom is a good idea for various reasons, but also in Dick's thoughts it could be any moment before this guy tries to whip out his phone and tries to post to youtube, 'Look Ma, I caught a werebat!'

Dean Winchester has posed:
Cops are to always be avoided. While he doesn't wear armor or a mask, Dean is just as much a vigilante as the man trying to guide him oh-so-helpfully out of the alley. It amuses him so he doesn't resist, letting himself be led back out to the light where he will be safe from the monsters.

If only it was that easy.

"Could come in handy to have some of that stuff. In case there are more of them or somethng." He can tell it isn't going to happen but Dean can't resist trying that one last time. He shrugs. "Seeya round. Or not. I figure you guys don't get seen much."

With that, he begins to walk over to a black 1967 Chevy Imapala to make his retreat before the cops show.