Open...ish.

[demon_brat]

Characters: Damian Wayne - Robin (demon_brat), Storm (storm_warning), and anyone else who's been kedan-napped and wants rescued?
Location: Fire sector
Situation: Getting kidnapped by the kedan. Breaking out.
Warnings/Rating: Violence against children. General violence. With Damian, overall minors abuse is very likely. Language. Let's put PG-13 with possibility to raise it, if needed?
Notes: Both prose and actionspam are good with me. For anyone wanting to be rescued from the kidnapping/wanting to help with the rescue, please make sure Damian and Storm have arrived at the location where the captives are taken.

[Damian Wayne has a very peculiar definition of staying out of trouble. He's aware of the fact, and he's not certain that his Father is when he makes the request, but he should be. He's Batman.

Staying out of trouble means he's not trying to go up against Evandau directly and on his own. He's gathering information, sure. But he's mostly staying out of the way of the police.

He's still out there, in full costume and on full alert, keeping track of the turf war and making sure as few of the civilians become victims as possible. And gathering information so that when they start working on the situation - and he has no doubt whatsoever that Batman will, with time, turn on it, they'll have all the intelligence they will need.

He's watching a mother and very young child finally vanish into the shadow of an entrance, from street level, because the combination of fires and the nighttime glow and the spacing between buildings makes rooftop vantage view unreliable, when they set upon him. Maybe they've kept an eye on him, and maybe they've figured that a costumed person would be of more importance somehow, or maybe they are stupid enough to think that grabbing a child will be easy, but these particular kedan actually set on Robin.

The first two end up with broken kneecaps (that's way harder than it should have been, but he knew that the locals' strength was greater than human, ditto endurance), and the third one's thigh has a long, fast-bleeding but not lethal gash from his batarang, before Grayson's lessons catch up with Damian's reflexes.

If they are grabbing a kid off the streets, have they grabbed more? Where did they take them?

He realizes he can spend time beating the group here, then questioning them, then finding his way to the location he gets from them, then having to scope things from the outside...
... or he can let them just take him there. And then beat them and get whoever else is there out. And maybe learn something else on the way.

Tough as it is on his dignity, that plan has greater merit.

And letting himself be captured... really is tough.

But he's accomplished more difficult tasks. And not like the pain that's inflicted matters.]

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[storm_warning]

[For Ororo, to the contrary, getting captured is really easy. All it takes is the sound of a rooftop scuffle and she's staring up to where the buildings bend away, squinting at the light of the fire fountains and trying to shade her eyes. She abandons the cause after a moment, ready to shrug and continue on her way.

It's when she lowers her hand that she feels the knife laid against her ribs. She freezes and a hand clamps down on her arm -- a surge of panic when she hears three voices mention "stupid foreigners" in the background, but the fourth is a breath in her ear to stay still.

Her eyes glow briefly and the wind stirs, but then it and her intent both die down. She remembers what Evandau did to these people -- the brute force. Who knows how much of it they could do back to her? She's, at best, been called a glass tank and her abilities all take time that she wouldn't have if they realised she was trying to fight.

So instead she raises her arms at the side, signalling surrender and letting them push her around, through the streets and down the alleyways. She goes, sassing them here and there, heart beating high in her chest, leaping to her throat now and again, but they don't hurt her despite the attitude.

Realistically, this is nothing. It beats an army of Sentinels on any day. And if she can get some distance between her and her captors, she could probably do something -- even fly, if she had to. They didn't have guns to shoot at her and a good wind could deflect knives. Maybe. If she had the space.

They don't give it to her though. Instead, she's steered into a narrow alleyway and, despite her trying to fight it quite suddenly, pushed through a wall of fire that makes her yelp with the expectation of pain, but... nothing. It's cosmetic, like the fountains, and she emerges in an hollowed out residence, holes broken into the floors and guards stationed about. She sees a few doors -- probably locked -- and her hope of escape is a skylight three floors up. She's eying it when they push her to the side and she hears complaints -- apparently she's older than what they were looking for, but her status as foreigner keeps their attention. Foreigner, mutant; it's all the same to her in the end.

Keep an eye on her. That's the final decision and she leans against a wall, crossing her arms and eying that skylight. All the while kicking herself for going out without a bank of fog to protect her in the aftermath of the whole festival mess. Stupid.

She's scared, but this isn't holding a candle to Weapon X -- not yet, at least. So she's dealing and trying to think of way out of this mess. SOMEHOW.]