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He knew the man was trouble the moment he saw him. The leather jacket and the combat boots did not mean much in their environment but the way Roy’s eyes were narrowed and focused solely on him made him easily into potential danger. The impression increased, even more, when he saw Kory just three steps away, her teeth bared and one hand balled into a fist. Their eyes met.
“Some punk who thinks he can tell us what to do. He’s a leech” Kory hissed when they passed each other and Dick raised his eyebrows at the choice of words. Sometimes Kory still used unusual terms at least they were graphic enough to understand them which could only mean the man was really out for blood. A slight smirk settled on his lips, this would turn out to be interesting.
Roy glanced at him when he stopped beside him. He calculated the stranger. The white streak stood out and Dick wondered which trauma would have taken such a great toll. Noticing the guns was no task. They bulged out under the man’s clothes like a status symbol.
„Who are you?“
The man barked out a laugh, a grin easily slipping on his lips.
„You are the boss of this establishment? Shouldn’t you be the one spreading your legs?” the man leaned forward just a slight bit, the smile increasing “Hmmm, no. I guess you do it free.”
Dick raised an eyebrow at the man’s antics and while it irked him he stayed calm. He had heard those words often enough. They all had heard them at one point in their lives. They looked too harmless and had a club in the right neighbourhood but something smelled foul. The words seemed strange, forced as if the man had not even meant to say them. Still, Roy was already bubbling with rage beside him. It would do nobody any good if the red head exploded just because the stranger had never learned to shut up.
“What do you want?” he demanded, his voice taking on a darker and lower tone. The voice he had learned to use all those years ago to make others listen to him. To let them forget that they would do everything not to follow orders. The man stared at him. Dick would have missed the slight widening of his eyes if they had not stood as near. A pissed look settled on his face as if he had personally offended him and an anger rivalling Roy’s took over his features. It only served to let the redhead behind him tense even more.
“Well, if you are so desperate to know. You better listen to what I have to say” the man hissed tapping one finger against his gun “From now on this territory belongs to the Wayne and if you little fuckers have a problem with that you might just say it right now.”
Dick’s eyes narrowed. This explained why Kory had been angry. Wayne was not a family they wanted anything to do with and this man acted as if they already owned the place. This was territory far away from the Wayne and belonged to the Castillo, the old family of Gotham new that. Did this man even belong to the Wayne? Was this only some test of courage? He was not ready for shit like this so early in the morning.
The man seemed to see his defiance because the gun was out of the holster in moments, still too slow for Dick’s speed and knowledge. He grasped the hand and directed the barrel at the wall behind him, the shot not able to go off before he had twisted the others hand and tugging him forward to let him loose his balance. His knee met his groin in a harsh thrust. Dick knew exactly how much it would hurt.
“Listen punk. I don’t care who you think you are” he growled, leaning over the man who clutched his crotch in one hand and stared up at him with rage on his face “But I would not try to threaten me or any of my people again, or I swear: You won’t be able to get that up again in your lifetime.”
The man bared his teeth, spitting at his feet.
“That was a mistake.”