Chinatown is as dark as you remember it. Tonight, like all nights, the
streets are silent. There is a glow from those same paper lanterns which
plagued your vision last time, but tonight there is no parade, no carnival
music, no smell of rice. There is only the silence and the feeling that
you must be here. But why? What has brought you to Chinatown again
Alexander Hawkins, and why have you returned?

From above, a diminutive object falls... tapping atop Sandy's head with a
faint 'pat', only to scatter away into the darkness.

Suddenly looking very, very wry, Sandy glances up. "A'ight," he whispers,
"C'mon down, Johnny Appleseed."

A couple of Chinamen pass in teh dark carrying what appears to be a bunch
of boxes.

A stifle chortle sounds from above, only to stay as a light voice chides
"What's wrong? Can't take a taste of your own medicine?" Past a nearby
rooftop, a smug smile flashes across the face of an amused Boy Wonder.

And a Golden Boy looks up again, holding a finger to his lips and
gesturing out at the street. Then he motions for Robin to come down and
join him.

The Chinamen pass and enter into an alley which has teh symbol of what
appears to be a dragon painted on the wall. Written in authentic Chineas
is a message you don't recognize, but you Alexander Hawkins. recognize
that symbol just fine. It's the same symbol that crazy old chinaman had on
his ring.

A hollow whistling barely pierces the air as the flash of crimson, black
and green descends in a swift leap. The Boy Wonder then falls soundless
beside Sandy, murmering in the softest of voices as his hazel eyes glance
up toward the taller Sandy "Something's up?

Firebrand lands on a rooftop like a pale imiation of a comet and looks
into the alley...

Sandy nods silently, watching the alley across the street for a moment
more, then looking back at Robin. "Looks like," he whispers. "I got this
weird feeling, and-" The teenager glances up sharply at the light.

Robin follows Sandy's gaze "What? Probably a firefly or something..."

Firebrand says "I do believe that's one of the nicest things someone has
called me."

"Too big," whispers the Golden Boy, peering into the darkness to try to
see what's up there. Then he blinks.

Firebrand flys down using the lowest setting of her power, so not show off
too much light. About the equal a 45 watt bulb...

Firebrand says "May I join you boys?"

Robin blinks noticably behind his mask as he catches sight of Firebrand,
only to widen slightly as he mouths softly "Oh... I know her." Robin's
green gauntlet waves on up toward Firebrand, as if beckoning for her to
join them. He offers, as an aside "Batman told me to meet him here. I'm
guessing he'll be here any time now, if he's not already..."

There is a sound fromt the alley as if someone's about to come out again.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Sandy shakes his head. "Batman's coming? I
should get out of here. He's not gonna buy that gut instinct sent me
here." When Firebrand approaches, he quiets down, then gives her a winning
smile.

The Chinamen pass again they stop in the alley not seeing the boys. They
begin talking. "So the boss, says we come here and do the work. We get
good pay. All things work out okay. We make big money." One of them smokes
a long pipe while the other rolls up his sleeve and reveals a rather
strange looking tattoo, It appears to be a ble eye in the center of a
triangle, surrounded by a circle.

Robin draws in a light breath as he motions toward the second. He offers
in the softest of voices "His tatoo. I've seen that before..." Robin's
nose then squinches as realization seems to cross his face "Not a good
thing, too."

Matches Malone enters the Alley.. "Sorry I'm late. yous got work for a guy
like me..."

Firebrand decides to lay low with the boys, to find out what this is all
about.

The first chinaman slaps Matches across the face, "you are late Gai-Jin!!!
you know we no put up with tardiness. You get boxes. Mr. Philly, no pay
for no merchandise." Matches says, "I got the stuff. Straight from
Bannerman chemicals. Now Where is da Big lug. Ey.. aint dis da Dragon's
alley.. Dat old Wizard. They say he's bad news." Chinaman two looks at
Matches. "Shut up you Guai-lo, or we take out your tongue. We no fear the
dragon. We do what Da boss says, and he says there's gonna be a new dragon
in chinatown. So C'mon!"

Sandy eyes Robin, then jerks a thumb at the sign in the alley. "Yeah? That
symbol up there, that's from offa that creepy Dragon guy's ring. Batman
was talkin' to him here, and he started spouting all this stuff about how
I was evil and I had a future of torment ahead of me," he whispers.
"C'mon, you're thee detective."

Matches Malone enters the alley following the two Chinamen. "Yeah, sorry
got to get my hands on some of that super man formula stuff."

they are gone..

Robin's lips purse in thought as he responds softly "The Mister Philly,
he's the guy pushing Miraclo. But..." his eyes flash between the two of
you "He's more than just some thug. He uses enchantments of some sort...
magic, I think."

"Swell," says Sandy sarcastically. "I hate magic." He looks up and down
the street, then sighs and rubs his face. "Right, let's get over to where
we can hear inside."

Robin starts to absently chew his lip "Where'd be the best spot? Think we
can enter through their roof? Maybe they have a second floor, or
something?"

Firebrand says "I can transport the two of you to the roof relativily
easily."

Robin casts a quizical glance to Firebrand "You can do that?"

the Alleyway opens into a series of other alley's at the end ot the alley
is clearly the symbol that sandy saw on the old man's ring. That door is
at the end of the alley. To the left and right are shops one that says, Ho
Wan, Proprieter, the other Ling Mei, Exotic Massage. Two feet down is the
door which actually has the symbol of the Eye in the triangle. There is an
atual fireexcape leading up beside it, but something about the door with
the dragon, something beckons you... Beckons.

Firebrand says "You two look light enough, and I will make sure to stay
way from the windows..."

Sandy looks skeptical. "But you glow."

Robin wrinkles his nose "And you're dressed in bright yellow, Sandy.
Either way, it'll be easier than the both of us trying to scramble there."

Firebrand nods, "There's always some drawbacks somewhere...There is that
fire escape right there..."

Sandy crosses his arms, looking stubborn. "Okay. You take Robin up to the
roof, Ms...?" He pauses. "I'll take the low road."

Robin's hand strays toward his belt "Well... I can get us there with a lot
less fireworks." His eyes cast wistfully toward the fire escape."

Firebrand says "Firebrand."

Robin flits a light smile "Well, chums... I'll take the fire escape, Boy
Wonder style. You two be careful... 'kay?"

Sandy nods. "Firebrand, okay." He looks across the street. "Well, it's
taking too long to decide. Meet you there." With that, he doublechecks to
make sure there's no one immediately outside the alley, and sprints
across.

No toruble, you make it to the fireescape.

Robin takes the high road indeed. With a soft 'whistle', a batrope streaks
through the night air... followed by the ascending form of the Boy Wonder.

Firebrand nods and flies as fast as she can to the roof.

the Roof is very gravelly and as you look you see your actually on the
same roof you were on a few nights ago. The footprints are still fresh
where the old man stood and there is clearly a roof entrance straight
ahead..

Robin gains an intent expression as he wordlessly skitters along the roof,
apparently toward something of great import.

Firebrand let's Robin take the lead, since he seems comfortable in this
territory.

Sandy flattens himself against the building, looks into the alley to see
whether or not it's a dead end, and if it's not, he goes around the
building the other way to approach it from the back.

the Alley is dead....

Robin's gloved hand reaches out to rattle the doorknob, all while his eyes
flit about tentatively.

The door knob turns with a slow click and opens before you. Inside are a
number of covered boxes and a long plank of staris leading down into the
bowels of the building.

Sandy silently moves to the back of the alley, stepping behind some cans
and packing crates under a window. He gives the room a cursory glance,
just to see if anyone's in there, then ducks back down.

Firebrand slips in behind Robin, nervously looking around herself.

Robin's hand strays to his belt as he tentatively descends the stairs. His
lips maintain their thoughtful purse as he glances about steadily.

You both are in what appears to be some kind of Hallway, which has another
door at the end of it. The door is open. To your left and right are many
boxes covered and you immediately notice what appears to be some kind of
Guard. A chinease man. He is asleep. There is a gun right next to him. He
snores. ZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZ.

Robin starts in a small smile "Oh, this is just too easy..." Robin's hand
clasps a small contraption as his departs from his belt.

Firebrand shakly takes the gun from the guard. Firebrand Doesn't want to
wake the guard.

The guard rubs his nose and contiues dreaming of fluffy bunnies, or
whatever it is scumbag guards dream of.

Robin raises his hand high, only flick his wrist swiftly. A spiralling
crescent then hurtles through the air... only to attach itself to the gun
with a faint *clink*.

Sandy sees a bunch of people inside, moving boxes, making little yellow
pills. He frowns and opens the window a crack, intending to hear what the
tattooed man in the middle of the action is saying.

Firebrand jumps a tad when Robin's thingajig attaches to the gun...and
offers Robin the gun with a look, "you really want it?"

Robin's nose squinches "No... but I don't want him to have it." At that,
Robin gives a light tug at a previously-unseen cord as he slowly draws the
gun away from the guard.

Firebrand watches the gun slide towards Robin.

"so Mr. Malone, you realize that I'm a very, very busy man. Your an
information man. The Morphine you've lifted us will help is create more
superman formula.. so what is int you want Mr. Malone? What brings a man
liek you to chinatown." Malone smiles, "I run da slum district in Gotham.
and I only wears dis getup to hide myself. I'm sure you;ve heard of Boss
Nass in New York, well anyways, I take orders from him. What I want Mr.
Philly, is your guarantee not to venture into New York, outside of
Chinatown or Brooklyn and a small shipment of the super formula. With this
you got my silence."

The guard barely even twitches and the door beckons beyond.

Sandy's eyes widen, and he stays completely motionless, listening. He also
mentally runs through exactly how much of what kind of gas pellets he
brought with him, and prays he remembered to refill his gun before he
left.

Robin offers up the gun to Firebrand with a light smile "You want... or
should I just toss it out?"

Firebrand says "I'll deal with it..."

Philly says, "Sounds like we have a deal Mr. Malone, your the smartest
gangster I've ever met. New York is yours. I want nothing of that town,
but I want assurances you will rid one thing for me. The Batman and his
brat sidekick have caused me no manner of pain. I want them E-lim-in-ated.
and I want you to bring me their eyes. He puffs on his pipe blowing smoke
through the room. HE looks around. "I will nt rest until they are dead."
He moves his arm revealing a rather nasty burn.

Firebrand melts the gun in critical spots, so it will not work at all.
"Don't want a child or a criminal stumbling across a working gun after
all."

Robin passes the firearm on off to Firebrand (no relation) as he starts on
toward the direction of the hall.

Sandy's eyes widen again, and he bites his lip to keep from yelling
anything out. Okay. Okay, this is bad. Robin HAS to be kept from going in
there. He aims his wirepoon for the roof, fires it with a soft 'pff'
sound, and hauls himself upward. Now, where's that rooftop entrance...?

As you pass through the door you come down the stairs and there at the
botton in the shadows..you see Philly he is talking to the Guy you saw in
the alley. Chinamen move about, carryign boxes and some in the middle
making small yellow pills.

Firebrand moves on with Robin.

The door is very clear to you and you can see where the Boy Wonder and his
person went in.

Robin hrms softly as he soundlessly kneels... his arms resting upon his
thighs as he glances about "Well..."

Sandy sprints across the roof, lightfooted, and enters the building. He
looks about quickly, trying to see which way Robin and Firebrand went
after they entered - he's barely keeping himself from panicking.

there is a guard sleeping right in front of you.. you nearly bump into
him.

Sandy gahs softly, and continues forward.

Robin and Firebrand are at the end of the starsm looking into the room.
They haven't mvoed in just looking. you both notice Sandy approaching a
little red and out of breath.

Robin offers a soft nod toward Sandy as he motions toward Philly "That's
the guy, Sandy. He's the magic thug..."

Firebrand looks at Sandy, "What's wrong?"

Matches Malone says "You got my woid of honor. Phil. I'll do both a dem
idiots. Bang. bang. Two bullets in da head."

"He's aiming to kill you and Batman!" breathes Sandy in a whisper edged
with panic.

Robin's nose squinches as he offers "Easier said than done. Lots of people
want to do that, Sandy." The Boy Wonder says this matter-of-factly.

Sandy runs a gloved hand through his hair, eyeslits still wide. "Except
not all of 'em sound like this guy, I'll wager!"

Robin exhales softly "Well, can't run away..." his hazel eyes again turn
toward the scene "What do we do to get these guys?"

Philly turnshis head about. "You see Mr. Malone, this is my major
distribution center, right under the Dragon's nose. All my workers have
been workign daily to may the formula. I nearly have ewnough to take all
of chinatown over. I imagien , hundreds ot my men with super strength. In
one day the dragon will fall and chinatown will be mine. Just one more day
and I'll have enough formula."

Sandy wordlessly digs out a handful of gas pellets and holds them out for
Robin and Firebrand to see.

Firebrand has no idea what sandy is showing them and shrugs.

"If," whispers Sandy, "you folks let me gas them, then go down and open
the windows so the place airs out, then you can come down and we can tie
'em up and leave 'em here as is, and call the police."

Robin starts to chew his lip "Hope that'll do it. This guy is _really_
strong, trust me. Even without his little pills, he can smash us with one
word. Whatever you do... _be_ careful."

Sandy nods. "And whatever *you* do, don't breathe this stuff in."

Firebrand says "Sound's like a plan to me."

---PAUSE---

As we last left our heroes, they were sitting in the dark, ready for what
might be the hardest fight in their lives. And just where in hell is the
Batman?

Matches Malone says "There's just one ting, I gotta know Mr. Philly."

Robin's hand strays to his belt "So... just give the word, Sandy. You
ready...?"

Philly turns hi shead, "Please Call me Phillip. What is it Mr. Malone."

Matches Malone says "Who was helping you out in Gotham? I mean ya had to
have a contact there to be moving that much product."

Sandy shakes his head silently, then whispers, "Let's listen for the
rest..."

Robin sighs softly as his hand lowers... only to produce another batarang
a moment after. He then casts a slight smile toward Sandy "Just in
case..." with his other hand, he holds aloft a small, dark gadget. With a
press of his finger on the object, a soft click follows.

Philly, "Mr. Malone, you are not the average piece of White-trash I
mistook you for, are you? Well if you must know I've had my hand on the
finger of one of Gotham's leading businessmen. Lawrence please come out."
And as Philly says this, a man steps out from behind a curtain. "Dammit, I
told you not to use my name!" And there, right there in the center of the
floor is standing the Sportsmaster. Things just went from Bad to worse.

Firebrand lightly touchs robin on the arm, points, and asks quietly
"What's that?"

Matches Malone says "Dat's everything I need to know."

Robin's voice softens "H'oh boy..." he starts to chew his lip as he lowers
the contraption "Recording device. Geesh, where is Batman? He could've
shown up..."

Sandy facepalms wordlessly, sagging against the wall. "I donno...I donno
if this is gonna work, anymore. I don't even know if the Sportsmaster can
be affected by gas at *all*."

Robin raises another small device to his lips "We should call the commish.
I mean... I know when we're outgunned. Or at least call other All Stars."

Firebrand says "The more lackeys we take out, the less to deal with..."

Robin starts to chew his lip "You don't understand, though. I don't know
what that guy, Philly, _can't_ do."

Sandy nods, eyeing the crowd below. "And the Sportsmaster...he can give GL
a run for his money, in a big way. We'd be real dopes to take 'em on
ourselves."

Firebrand says "AT this hour of night, I doubt many all stars will get
here in time."

Robin's hazel eyes flit to Firebrand "But if we go in there, it'll be a
slaughter."

Firebrand says "Will calling the police save lives, or just our own?"

Robin comments lightly "Both. If we don't let anyone know what's going on,
who else would there be to stop them?"

Sandy nods, looking unhappy. "It'd be stupid of us to go in there,
Firebrand. The police are equipped to handle them." He pauses, blinking.
"On the other hand...Robin, you're recording, right? And we've got this
location, right? Maybe we can give this information to some of the more
powerful All-Stars, and they can get here later. No one's getting killed
or hurt right now..."

Robin bites his lip as he motions to the scene "But they probably won't be
here..."

Firebrand nods...

Sandy makes a face. "And neither will the Sportsmaster." He shakes his
head, looking at the villain again. "How about we call the police, then
help them out? And radio the All-Stars, too, whoever's available?
Seriously, we can't take them out alone. You know that."

Robin nods steadily "I think that's the best idea." He holds aloft what
appears to be a mini-receiver "Shall I radio the commish?"

Firebrand says "Go ahead."

Sandy nods, and fishes around in his belt. He holds up a clunkier looking
radio. "And I've got the Squadron."

Sandy moves to the back of the hall to make his call.

Robin follows on after Sandy, mouthing softly into the device the whole
while "Commissioner Gordon, this is Robin. Come in?"

*>BZKZT<* Sandy radios "All-Stars! Calling any available All-Stars! The
Sportsmaster's in Chinatown - Batman was supposed to be here, but even HE
can't take him down, and he's not even here!"

Gordon Answers, "Robin is that you. what's the problem?"

Robin sighs softly as he murmers in return "Got a situation here at the
dock, Commissioner. That Philly thug and the Sportsmaster... together.
They're putting a deal down. Another guy... says he's a name in Gotham, is
here making a deal with them.

*>BZKZT<* Sandy radios "All-Stars, come in! Please?"

*>BZKZT<* The Guardian radios "Hello? Robin? Is that you? Over."

*>BZKZT<* *chortle* He wishes...

*>BZKZT<* Sandy radios "Hey! Rob, you jerk. This is Sandy! Can you meet us
in Chinatown? Firebrand is with us, but we need more muscle! The
Sportsmaster is in town!"

*>BZKZT<* The Guardian radios "This is Guardian, Sandy. It'll take me
awhile to get there but I'll try to meet up with you. Over."

Robin's voice lightens as he adds to his own communicator "Send in major
re-enforcements, Commish. GOtta jet... Robin out."

Sandy maaaans, and slides down against the wall, getting ready to listen
and wait until reinforcements arrive.

Robin huffs softly "Twenty minutes... is he joking?"

Matches Malone says, "Well, if you'll excuse me. I got business in New
York. Mr. Philly, I'll be expecting word of our shipment soon." Philly
smiles, his opium pipe dangling in his hand."Oh but Mr. Malone, you should
also expect the icy hand of death!" Philly reaches into his robe and pulls
out a silver Revolver BLAM! Before anyone can even blink Matches Malone is
thrown against the wall." The Sportsmaster says, "Jesus Phil, What did ya
do that for." Philly turns back, "Now we can take over new york and all is
going to be well." He turns away laughing cruelly, his opium pipe spinning
and even the Sportsmaster looks a little nervous.

Robin winces at the sudden shot, as a soft voice follow "H'oh boy... that
was... was just low."

Robin flashes his hazel eyes toward the two of you "There's only two of
them now. C'mon... I bet we can get him?"

Firebrand says "I'm game."

Sandy's hands fly to his head, eyes widening. "Holy Moses! We...I...nnnno,
no, we can't do anything, we'll just end up getting shot, too..." Augh,
the unbearable lightness of opinion...he looks at Robin, biting his lip.
"I...oh, for the love of Mike..." He sighs, and holds the gas pellets up
again. "Okay."

Robin holds aloft a batarang as he murmers "Ready? On my count?"

The Guardian charges onto the scene and observes momentarily before taking
action.

Robin says "One-Two..." Robin's count stays as he blinks at the Guardian's
sudden charge "Woah... well, so much for surprise. Three!""

Sandy snrks, looking below. "Well, no. Okay, let's just go. Guardian's
here." He stuffs the pellets back into their pouch, and draws his wirepoon
instead, firing it at the opposite wall and diving into the action.

Firebrand flyies in, taking care to burn guns from the people shotting at
them...

Robin hurtles a spinning batarang toward the Sportsmaster's nape as he
springs into action. Unlike the others, Robin leaps behind a tower of
boxes... only to stealthily ascend them as he ready another batarang.

Sportsmaster turns his head just in time to lift up his bat. The batarang
sinks dead into the wood. "Why you little chump! That coulda knocked me
out. Ohh I'm gona make you pay!" Suddenly Philly waves his hand and three
chinamen jump out of the shadows. "Take the one in Gold, I'll deal with
the flying woman. The rest of you Go. Protect the shipment." The Chinamen
let go with sets of throwing stars that sink straight into the wood while
one approaches Sandy his hands out it a rather threatening manner. Several
bullets go zinging straight by Firebrand.

A faint *click* sounds as Robin leaps atop the nearest crate, at the same
time releasing another batarang... this one also heading directly toward
Sportsmaster. As it nears, a faint trail of mustard gas follows...

Firebrand says "So, you want the woman because you think she'll be easier
to deal with? Heh."

Firebrand flits around making sure not to back herself into a corner. She
sends a fire bolt to Sports hands.

Sandy tries to sucker-punch the approaching goon in the gut.

That darn Sandy, no information and here it is a fairly peacful night when
you two are summoned to China town. "Gernsback speaks into the radio. He
said it was an alley off Choy street. Somethign about a warehouse door
with the symbol of an _eye_ surrounded by a _traingle_. Proceed with
caution. The Guardian was about ten minutes ahead of you. It seemed
important." As you round the corner, just then you notice Midnight. Then
you see the Choy street Alley sign.

Midnight fades into the shadows, skuling about and inestigating the scene

Robin has just sent a batarang hurtling toward the Sportsmaster. As it
nears, a faint wisp of pepper gas streams from the spinning projectile.

as you enter the alley the first thing you notice is a nearby window. You
peak in and there, are what appears to be Sandy, Firebrand and Robin going
tow to tow with a bunch of Chnease men and there, unmistakeable is the
Sportsmaster and boy does he looked pissed.

Midnight thinks . o O (the Cursher Crock ... redfire!)

Sportsmaster spins coughing and coverign his mouth. He flips spinning his
bat smashing the batrang sending it spinning out of the window shattering
glass all over the floor. Suddenly the firebrand is cought offguard by a
bullet that knocks a barrel on her head./ She falls to the ground hitting
in hard. Philly is laughing and he walks straight over to firebrand and
cocks the hammer back on his Revolver. "Good night, sweet beauty." Sandy
lays a sucker punch straight into this chinease Fella who bends in pain
but manages to shove Sandy backwards sending him sprawling on the ground.

Midnight takes aim at Crusher Crock with his .45 and fires a sleep-dart at
him.

Suddenly a nearby Window breaks and a dart goes flying through it.
Smacking Crusher Crock straight in the neck.. The Sportsmaster screams in
pain and stumbles toward the table. There in the window, you see Midnight!
The cavalry has arrived.

Following a sharp, youthful "No!" a swift 'wisp' of streaking steel cord
rings through the air as Robin's bat grapple darts toward Philly's
direction. Not above him, not below him, _at_ him.

Midnight stands halfway out through the broken window. "Hey Brandy, need a
hand?"

Sandy gnns, landing sprawling, yeah. His eyes widen as he sees the mobster
about to send Firebrand into the Big Sleep, and he scrambles to his feet,
sprinting and diving into Philly from the other direction.

Philly turns , the Batarang catching his gun and Yanking it away. "Dammit,
but before he can act he takes the savage blow in the gut from Sandy's
tackle.. He stumbles backward forgetting about Firebrand for the moment,
but not enough to forget about sandy he brigns his hand down straight on
Sandy's neck, with sharp blows. "Crock, Dammit what's wrong?" Crusher
Crock stumbles over the nearby table trying to stay awak. "I'm getting
sleepy! Can't.. stay.." Philly turns his head and throws Sandy off. "The
Formula! Take it.. Take it now!" Suddenly out of nowhere Matches Malone
stands back up and smacks Philly straight in the Jaw. Ripping his mask off
you see it's The Batman. "Robin!! Stop him! Don't let him take the
formula."

Robin leaps from the top crate, descending toward Crock in a swift tumble.
Robin's arms lay outstretched as he nears...

Getting hit in the neck and thrown around ain't fun. When Sandy lands, he
doesn't move.

Midnight fires hios vacuum gun at the opposite wall and swoops down to
check out Sandy.

Sandy is alive and breathing normally, just out for the count. He'll be
awfully sore when he wakes up.

Midnight's limited knowledge of sports medicine tell him this. 8)

The Batman spins getting caught By Philly who actually waves his hand
throwing Batman back against the wall. "Damn you. How did you survive that
Bullet!!!!" Batman spins his leg sending Philly to the floor. "Your a
lousy shot." The Sportsmaster is cuaght unware he stumbles to the ground.
"Damn you. Why can't you just read comics like most kids? He spins his bat
smashing the table with it sending the pills spilling across the floor
straight near Midnight. The Sprotsmaster reaches out for a nearby pill
strugglign with Robin's grip.. He's strong but Robin is holding his own.
Batman struggles with Philly, "Midnight. Hit crock again and keep him from
the pills!"

Midnight nods, kicking the pills over to Bats and aiming another
sleep-dart at Crock.

Past gritting teeth, a faint smile crosses Robin's lips as he reaches for
his belt... only to cast a handful of skittering objects at the feet of
his foe. You guess it, caltrips... think 'sharp' jacks.

Sportsmaster screams in pain and shoves robin off as the tacks stick him
in all the wrong places. "When I get one of those Pills. I'm gonna break
you and your masked pal in half." Midnight's dart smacks into Crock's leg
and he growls again. But he's moving much slower now. Almost terribly
slow. He tries to rise and reaches out for a small pill just in reach.
"Stretch. C'mon Almost..almost" Batman grabs Philly's arm and spins him
toward Robin. "Give this guy a smack before he starts using magic!"

Midnight glares at his .45 "I gotta replenish this stuff, I think it's
past it's expiration date"

Sandy urghs, holding his head as he comes to. Then, oho, that dreaded
word. So they weren't kidding. "Magic? Oh, cripes..."

Midnight says "Magic? I hate magic!"

Robin leaps away from Sportsmaster's grasp as he hurtles a bat bolo toward
Philly, intent on wrapping about the guy's head (hey, it'll knock him
out).

The Batman grabs Firebrand pulling her behind some crates. "Sandy. Are you
okay?"

Sandy rubs his face, saying shakily, "Yeah, I...man..."

Midnight narrows his eyes at Batman and Firebrand, and decides to take it
out on Crock. "C'mon 'Crusher', i spent my best years bareknuckle boxing
against guys bigger than you." He starts a volley of blows against the
man's jaw.

Philly stumbles toward Robin and the Bolo smack's his straight in the head
whipping around four times. The balls smack and he falls backward. Crock
stands but it's no use he's so slow. The blows land and he's stunned
backwards he falls spilling another table behind him and the pills spread
along the floor. Crock is dazed and then all of a sudden he goes down
hard.

Sandy gets slowly to his feet, backing up to the wall until he can get his
bearings, hoping no one attacks him.

The Batman leans over Sandy helping him up. "Good Job, son. I don't think
Firebrand would be alive if you hadn't intervened. Philly rolls on the
floor in agony trying to remove the Bolo, hs own speech muffled beneath
it."

Robin nabs the cuffs from his belt as he sprints toward Philly "I'll take
care of him..."

Sandy rubs his head, wincing. He nods slowly, still in a daze.
"Th-thanks...but Robin got his gun..."

The Batman nods at Robin in almost fatherly admiration. He cracks the
strange occasional smile at Sandy and at Midnight. "If he hadn't been
doped up I'm sure crock would have seen those blows coming a mile a way."
bats turns back to Sandy and shakes his head "And you gave him a hit to
the gut." Bats winks at Midnight and at Sandy and lifts up Firebrand in
his arms. "What say we go home. All-Stars. I for one need some sleep."

Midnight ahems and takes Brandy from Bats, mind the hands bub.

The Batman narrows his eyes and lifts an eyebrow. "What are you implying
Midnight?" He smiles a little wary that Midnight might even suggest he'd
try anything with the Firebrand. Suddenly Gordan and a few cops bust in
the room. "Police! Freeze! Well looks like you got this all sowed up here.
It's luck I got permission from the NYPD to bring a force in. What's all
thses pills on the ground?"

Robin offers gingerly as he strolls toward the commissioner "Miraclo,
Commish." His green gauntlet waves about "This guy, here, is Philly... the
main pusher. He should be headed for the Arkham express."

Midnight surrepticiously pockets one or two as he hands the rest over to
the commish. One never knows, does one?

Gordon nods and shoves Philly and crock into the nearby van. "Well, you
folks be careful tonight." A shapely nurse bandages Sandy's head and
offers to do the same for Robin. And the Police cars drive off and out of
chinatown. And just then the first rays of the sun slip up the sides of
the building and another day dawns in Chinatown.

Robin gains a gruff voice (well, an attempt at one) as he waves the nurse
off "No thank you, ma'am. NOt a scratch... really."