Nightwing Vs. The Chinchilla

Bluhaven Docks:

God bless shock sticks

“RARGHHH! I am gonna kill you, you Bat-Freak!” screams the big, muscular thug climbing out of the damaged wood crate filled with iced fish. God bless shock sticks, and a accomplice like Batgirl that is dealing with all of this man’s thugs within the warehouse whereas I take care of him.

“That is ‘Night time-Freak,’ Chinchilla. Like your girlfriend at my home.”

“WHY YOU…! RAAARGGHHHHH!” he screams as he costs me, the fur coat over his naked torso dropping fish guts and elements as he runs.

This city. I by no means get uninterested in it. Harder and weirder than Gotham, but additionally dumber by far. You heard me right- this man’s identify is The Chinchilla. In any other case often called Vincenzo “Chin” Castillo. You’d suppose it might be Le Chinchilla, since he is immigrated from Chile, however this guy- he thinks it makes him “extra American,” or one thing. Hey, at the very least he isn’t “Calendar Man.” Anyway, he is small time Chilean drug muscle who thinks he is one thing as a result of he strikes hashish between Chile and the USA. It hasn’t registered with him but that nearly half the nation has legalized the drug, and nobody cares about his customs violations.

Then once more, virtually nobody is aware of that Chin’s branching out to the gun commerce. I do know, and I do know that in Chile, gun operating is only a step away from human trafficking, and I will be damned if that is taking place right here in Bludhaven. The insult to his girlfriend isn’t normally my type. It was Oracle’s idea- make it private simply to maintain him offended and off stability.

…you possibly can be in for a world of harm, Boy Wonder.

“If he calms down into full boxer mode, and lands a shot, you possibly can be in for a world of harm, Boy Wonder,” I hear over my earpiece.

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply quietly as he will get nearer. Then louder, I say, “You understand- that fish scent isn’t gonna come out of that coat,” and I mild him up with the tasers once more. His swing goes by me, and he goes crusing into one other crate of fish off to the aspect, ice and fish spilling out onto the bottom.

If he might have smartened up and managed his mood, he might have been one thing within the boxing world. He has the construct and the strikes, however his elevator stops a pair flooring shy of the penthouse. I imply, he did not even imply for his identify to be The Chinchilla.

“Time to say good night time, Vinnie,” I name out as I ship each escrima sticks at his head, bouncing them off his jaw one behind the opposite.

…critically endangered.

He has a candy uppercut that is virtually assured to be a knockout. So, and I can not make this up, he known as himself The Chin Chilla – The Dream Killa, as a result of that knockout shot killed a number of boxers’ goals about going professional. Sportswriters spelled it appropriately although, and voila… he is The Chinchilla.

He rolled with it although, and began carrying the fur coat. Sure, it is actual, and of all of the issues the Chilean authorities needs him for, it is principally that. The rabbit-sized rodents are critically endangered, and so they wish to make an instance of him to indicate that they are eco-friendly.

Presumably like me in the meanwhile. Unbelievably, the escrima sticks solely tick him off. “Raghhh! You son of a–” he begins earlier than slipping on fish, and falling again into the crate. “I am gonna break my foot off in your spandex butt!”

“You kiss your mom with that mouth?” I ask as I activate the electromagnetic recall that brings the shock sticks again to my gloves. “As a result of I’ve, and buddy, she’s one thing.” Solely he catches one, and breaks it like a quantity two pencil. To make issues worse, one of many crate’s free nails flies into my ready hand, pulled by the EMR- a cause I do not use it a lot.

He will get up slowly, planting his toes rigorously so he can pull himself up, and growls, “No person, however no person, talks about my mom.”

A hearth by which he misplaced his pet?

Crud. I could have gone too far, I feel.

“Crud, you’ll have gone too far,” Barbara’s voice whispers in my ear. “Have I discussed that individuals within the recreation twisted his identify to The Ring Killa, as a result of he killed two opponents earlier than he was ejected from the game?”

“Nice,” I wince as I pull the nail out of my hand.

“And that considered one of them mentioned one thing about his mother?”

“Greaaat,” I say, this turning into one of many few occasions I’ve regretted listening to Oracle.

“Who saved him from a fireplace when he was eight?” she provides weakly.

“Nice,” I say, irritated. “Now I would like him to kick my butt.”

“A hearth by which he misplaced his pet?” croaks Babs. I feel she’s tearing up!

“Effectively, can we get him a brand new pet?!” I grouse as I drop to my knees to keep away from a punch, jabbing the nail into his calf as he goes by. He stumbles and falls into the aspect of a pickup as I get to my toes. I flex my hand just a few occasions, making an attempt to maintain it from stiffening up. A minimum of it is my left. “Inform Batgirl I’ll want her assist out right here.”

A heads-up show involves life within the lens of my masks to indicate me the view from Cassie’s masks, and a gloved thumbs up raises in entrance of her earlier than she makes use of it to punch out a charging thug. Her hand goes blade-straight and strikes one other man within the throat.

“Strive to not kill anybody, Batgirl,” I say, and the view from her masks goes darkish. I do not blame her. “Sorry,” I say to the air. “I ought to know higher. I would not need anybody armchair teaching me both.” Oracle clears her throat, and I say, “You are extra of an advisor than a coach.”

Batgirl sticks him with two batarangs

“Good ‘save,’ Boy Wonder,” she says dryly.

Simply then I get clocked, as a result of I used to be paying extra consideration to Cass and Babs than The Chinchilla. I fall face first to the pavement, and roll over weakly simply in time to catch a devastating proper to my ribs and a left to my jaw as he drops on prime of me. I attempt to jab my shock stick at him once more, and he simply grabs it and breaks it like he did the opposite one.

I could have fouled up, I feel simply earlier than a black boot catches him within the aspect of his head and knocks him off of me. Earlier than he can stand up, Batgirl sticks him with two batarangs that permit free taser costs. I did not know she had adopted that trick. Good.

She crouches down at my toes and indicators one thing.

“Yeah, you are proper. A knife hand strike to the throat might need helped there.” I chuckle ruefully as I take her provided hand up, seize my left aspect as I stand, and instantly wince from the sting to my hand wound. “I’ll want to go to the physician when that is over,” I inform her. “I feel he broke just a few ribs.”

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