It was quiet for a Thursday night in Gotham, only fourteen shootings on the police scanner so far tonight. The Bats had been operating in the hot zone in and around the Falcone Thorne boarder along the I-91 highway. Most of the shootings so far had been from the gangs up there. Scarecrow had been operating near Kimberly avenue and I-95. The Hispanic woman was clearly trying to avoid the street lights in the residential area and was making her way to the yacht club. She tried to hop the fence at the Maintainers Yard north of the club. That was when they appeared. The thugs were calling themselves mutants and they were the latest in a series of themed gangs that thought they could take control of Gotham city.
“Here Chickee Chickee,” the lead thug called, “The boss said you would be her main squeeze, so you are going to be her main squeeze.”
“Por favor,” she said back, “Tengo un hijo! Yo tengo un esposo!”
“Boss don’t care,” another thug said, “She said you would be her squeeze so you are going to be her squeeze. And Boss like breaking bitches so they accept they are dyke sluts.”
“I would like to see her try to break me,” Scarecrow called from the shadows.
The electronically distorted voice echoed off the fences and freeway.
“Who said that?” The third mutant called.
Scarecrow stepped out of the shadows and planted the pummel of her scythe next to her foot.
“It’s one of the bat-masks!” the third mutant called.
“Stop bugging!” the lead thug barked, “We break her and take both back to boss!”
“Come and get me children,” Scarecrow egged them on.
The third mutant pulled a foot-long kitchen knife and charged at the Scarecrow. She spun her scythe, first knocking the knife free and then slamming the back of the blade mount into the third’s chin launching him backwards. The second thug charged in behind the third and she spun her scythe around her body so the pummel struck the thug on the side of the face sending him flying to the right. The lead thug pulled a plastic pocket pistol and fired at the Scarecrow twice. She pole-vaulted with her scythe and landed a two footed flying kick on the lead thug’s face. The third thug scrambled for the pistol, Scarecrow swung her scythe connecting the electrified blade to his kidney causing the whole body to spasm. With another swing, the pummel cracked on the thug’s skull putting him down for the night. The lead thug crawled towards the kitchen knife. He grabbed it and instead of rushing the Scarecrow he rushed toward the Hispanic woman. She didn’t have any choice, she flung her scythe at the thug and it struck him releasing the sickly yellow cloud. The thug dropped the knife and fell to his knees in a catatonic state. She hated using her failed experiments like this, but the panic attack gas was the closest she had to an instant knockout.
“Wow,” the boy said, “I’m impressed.”
Scarecrow looked at source of the voice, it was Batman’s kid Robin.
“Did your dad send you to arrest me?” Scarecrow asked.
“No,” Robin said.
She could see the teen was eyeing her legs and her butt. She must have had a decade on the kid, he couldn’t be older than fifteen. While he must have been wearing a cup, his erection was as clear as day in the green man panties.
“Look kid, it’s kind of creepy to be the star of a kid’s cougar fantasy,” She said flatly, “Now where did that girl go? And who is this boss you knuckle heads are working for?”
“They are working for a Toy-in-dash-sha Mohammed, spelled with a hyphen,” Robin said looking at the panther head on their spiked collars.
“I have heard of her,” Scarecrow didn’t let on she had inside knowledge of the case.
“It barely made the papers,” Robin noted, “She was one of those campus BLM, BAM, Anti-Fa we are such good liberals we have become NAZIs to hunt down and destroy racists whites. She and a few other older students turned their dorm into her own lesbian communion plantation. It was going good until the middle of the fall semester when students broke ranks and went to the police with evidence of forced servitude, rape and sexual assaults, forced lesbianism, hacking into school email accounts to create racist emails that they could use to get people fired and kicked out of school and so on.”
“Didn’t make the national news,” Scarecrow said.
“It would have been buried locally too,” Robin shrugged, “But some of the girls that came forward were the kids of prominent donors to the university and connected to local law enforcement and some of the local mobs.”
“And you can just prattle this off the top of your head,” Scarecrow crossed her arms and leaned over looking down at Robin.
“Some kids get spanking or time outs when they misbehave,” Robin scowled, “Robins get police profiles and case file to memorize.”
“What happened to her?” Scarecrow asked.
“She ran into the heart of Gangland,” Robin said, “And she has been hiding out with a SJW oriented sect of the Mutants.”
“Hay, my face isn’t below my belt buckle!” Scarecrow called, “I should pull you over my knee and spank you… No, that would be fulfilling one of your fantasies. Look a lady in the mask kid.”
She turned and left the kid to clean up the mutants.
*
The Red Head in the green suit had promised a “Date” of wine, roses and a rousing round of cops and robbers. He did not disappoint, first he broke into the server room of the Credit Banks headquarters, then he set a table with wine and cheese and put out a dozen roses, and proceeded to start hacking into the servers to steal millions from the company. She announced the end of his crime and he proceeded to start dancing with her rather than fighting…
“WAKE UP!”
Kat’s eyes flashed open to the sight of another red head in a different green suit. She was five foot ten in her heels and dressed in a cute but professional green skirt suit.
“Wake up Doctor!” the red head said, “It doesn’t get your peers respect when the teacher is late for class Kat.”
“What time is it Pam?” Kat asked her roommate.
“Eight thirty!” Pam shouted, “Come on you have class in a half an hour!”
“What is with the suit?” Kat yawn as she got off her couch.
“Meeting Doctor Woodward,” Pam smiled then frowned at Kat’s sour look, “He read my paper and is giving me notes before I present it to the committee. If I play this right, I can get him and Leroy to approve it before I even have to do my presentation!”
“Well I will be sure to get a welcome mat that reads Doctor Crane and Isley,” Kat half joked as she went into the bathroom.