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CHAPTER EIGHT - UNLIKELY ALLIES
🕑 Added 2024-12-27 17:44:35 +0000 UTCTaylor had always known Gotham was a powder keg waiting for a spark, but the explosion that came with the gang war between the Penguin and Black Mask was unlike anything she had imagined. The news was littered with reports of shootouts in the Narrows, arson in the Diamond District, and bodies piling up faster than the GCPD could count. But what caught her attention—and what she couldn’t ignore—were the weapons.
The street-level thugs weren’t brandishing rusty pistols or scavenged shotguns anymore. They had high-grade military hardware: assault rifles, armor-piercing rounds, even high-tech weaponry. She’d seen hints of this during her run-ins with Black Mask’s men, catching glimpses of crates packed with deadly tools, but the sheer scale of it became evident when the weapons started flooding the streets.
Late one night, after another grueling session at the dojo, Taylor sat at her makeshift desk in her dim apartment, her notebooks and papers spread out before her. She pored over everything she’d gathered: descriptions of shipments overheard from low-level thugs, fragments of shipping invoices she’d scavenged from abandoned sites, and scraps of information she’d pieced together from eavesdropping in seedy bars.
The pattern began to take shape. The weapons weren’t just appearing randomly—they were being funneled through specific supply lines tied to companies with suspicious ties to international fronts. Taylor had traced the names of these companies, finding them linked to international corporations with histories of shady dealings in war zones and black markets—names that shouldn’t have been on any Gotham ledger.
These weren’t just street gangs gearing up for a fight. Someone with serious resources was fueling this war.
It wasn’t much to go on, but it was enough to make her skin crawl. If she could figure this out with nothing but scraps, how much did Gotham’s elites—or its heroes—already know? And why hadn’t anyone stopped it?
. . . . .
Taylor wasn’t sure how she found Robin, but once she had decided she needed help, he was the first and only person that came to mind. Gotham’s Bat-family was notorious for its secrecy, but this Robin had a reputation for being impulsive, often striking out on his own. She figured he might be the weak link in their otherwise ironclad network.
Tracking him wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t impossible. A few whispered conversations, a bit of surveillance, and a little too much luck brought her face-to-face with him one night.
. . . . .
Taylor crouched on the rooftop, her eyes scanning the alley below. The cold Gotham wind bit at her face, but she hardly noticed. Her focus was on the boy in the green and black suit moving through the shadows with a precision that spoke of years of training. Robin.
She needed his help, whether he wanted to give it or not.
She dropped from the roof, her landing silent thanks to weeks of practice. Robin froze, his hand already on the hilt of his sword, but he didn’t attack. Not yet.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice sharp, his glare sharper.
“I have information you need,” Taylor said, holding up her hands to show she wasn’t a threat.
“I don’t need your help,” Robin snapped. “You’re out of your depth. Go back to whatever corner of Gotham you’ve claimed and leave this to the professionals.”
Taylor stepped closer, undeterred by his hostility. “You think I’m just another vigilante playing dress-up, but this isn’t about turf wars or petty crimes. The weapons flooding into Gotham? They’re coming from foreign powers. I have proof.”
Robin’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of proof?”
Taylor reached into her bag slowly, pulling out a folder filled with documents and photographs. The evidence painted a clear picture of a smuggling operation with international ties, far beyond Gotham.
Robin didn’t take it immediately, instead studying her with the unnerving intensity of someone who thought they could break her arm in five different ways. Finally, he snatched the folder from her, flipping through its contents. His frown deepened with every page. When he looked up, his expression was less dismissive, though no less guarded.
“If this is true, that's… troubling,” he admitted reluctantly.
“You think?” Taylor said, crossing her arms. “This isn’t just about Gotham anymore. If these weapons get into the wrong hands, people will die. More people.”
Robin closed the folder, his jaw tightening. “Why bring this to me? Why not go to the GCPD?”
Taylor scoffed. “You think the GCPD can handle this? They can’t even keep their own precincts clean. Besides, you’re the one who warned me to stay out of Gotham’s affairs. Well, here I am, trying to work with you instead of against you.”
He was silent for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers as if trying to determine whether he could trust her. Fortunately, whatever he saw seemed to be enough for him as he reluctantly nodded, eyes hardened with some unidentified emotion.
“I’ll need to look into this further.”
. . . . .
The next night, he somehow found her. She had been expecting him, though the way he appeared so silently on her fire escape still startled her.
“You were right,” he admitted begrudgingly, leaning against the railing. “The shipments you flagged—they’re connected to overseas manufacturers with ties to rogue states. Someone is using Gotham as their playground, and the Penguin and Black Mask are too stupid to see it.”
Taylor tried not to show her relief. “So what’s the plan?”
Robin frowned. “My plan is to inform the rest of my family and deal with this properly.”
“No,” Taylor said firmly, surprising even herself. “We can’t wait. By the time Batman decides to act, the city will be buried in blood. We can take action now. I’ve already mapped out the supply lines—if we disrupt the shipments, we can choke their operations before they spiral even further.”
Robin’s glare was icy. “You’re reckless. You’re untrained. And you’ll only get in the way.”
Taylor crossed her arms, ignoring his comments. “You need someone who’s already on the ground. Someone who can go places you can’t. I’m not asking for a partnership. Just a chance to stop this.”
He stared at her for a long moment, clearly weighing his options. Finally, he sighed, his annoyance palpable. “Fine. But this doesn’t make us partners. I’m in charge, and you follow my lead. Understood?”
Taylor bit back a retort, settling for a curt nod. “Understood.”
“Good,” Robin said, already turning away. “Let’s move. If what you’re saying is true, we don’t have much time.”
As they disappeared into the night, Taylor couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Working with Robin wasn’t ideal—his arrogance grated on her nerves—but it was a start. If they could stop the weapons from flooding Gotham, it might just be the first real victory she’d had since arriving in this city.
. . . . .
Their uneasy alliance began with small steps. Taylor used her investigative skills to track shipments, eavesdrop on low-level criminals, and pinpoint smuggling hubs. Robin, with his vast network of contacts and access to the Bat-Family’s resources, handled the heavy lifting—breaking into warehouses, interrogating thugs, and dismantling shipments piece by piece. Each small victory chipped away at Black Mask’s growing empire, but it wasn’t enough to shift the tides of the escalating war.
But Taylor wasn’t content to just sit on the sidelines, playing detective while Robin carried the weight of their operations. She threw herself into her training, pushing her body and mind beyond their limits. Under Hiro’s watchful eye at the dojo, she sparred until her muscles screamed, practiced footwork until she could barely stand, and drilled techniques until they became second nature. Every bruise and every failure was a reminder of how far she had to go, but Taylor refused to let herself falter. Working alongside someone as skilled as Robin meant there was no room for weakness.
At first, his relentless critiques grated on her nerves. He didn’t hold back—pointing out her flaws, calling her out for sloppy decisions, and questioning whether she could keep up. But as Taylor watched him work, she began to understand there was more to him than the cold, arrogant demeanor he projected. He was relentless, yes, but also strategic and precise. Every move he made had purpose, every strike calculated to neutralize threats efficiently.
Taylor found herself studying him, analyzing his methods and trying to incorporate his discipline into her own approach. Robin noticed, of course, and his criticism slowly began to shift—less biting, more constructive.
Their teamwork, though still far from perfect, began to show results. When Taylor led them to a hidden dock filled with smuggled weapons, Robin devised a plan that let them disable the operation without a single casualty. When a shipment nearly slipped through their fingers, Taylor’s quick thinking and creative use of her limited swarm allowed them to track it back to another of Black Mask’s strongholds.
It wasn’t an easy partnership, but Taylor could feel the balance between them shifting. She was learning—adapting—and though Robin rarely voiced his approval, the faintest nods of respect when she got something right were oddly enough to keep her pushing forward.
. . . . .
As they delved deeper, the conspiracy began to unravel. The weapons weren’t just being smuggled into Gotham—they were being tested for potential deployment in other cities, other countries—and Taylor began to realize the stakes were higher than she had imagined.
“You could walk away,” Robin said one night, his tone almost reluctantly neutral. “This isn’t your fight.”
“It is now,” Taylor replied. “I started this. I’m seeing it through.”
For a moment, Robin almost smiled. Almost. “Just try not to get yourself killed.”
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Couldn't help but think that her first team up would be with Jason, not Damien but this works too. Batman is good, but even with his vast resources, he doesn't know everything. Still, him not knowing this could mean that one of his more resourceful enemies such as Ra is behind this. Whatever the case, Taylor and Robin are on the case, and she may become an ally to the dark knight soon enough.
