blueblxzes:
@detectivewayne liked for a starter!
Okay, so… he kind of threw one of these drug dealers through the wall of the abandoned warehouse Rich had tracked him to. Did he care? Kind of. Mostly cause he’d gotten too pissed off and hadn’t kept himself reined in, not to mention that he’d caused a good bit of damage in creating the hole in the wall. But hey, at least the rest of those lowlifes had surrendered pretty quickly after seeing that.
The Nova Prime was busy setting the drug dealers against the outer wall of the warehouse and binding their hands with glowing bands of Nova Force when he heard the police car roll up, making him turn his head. Right on time too. Wow, the cops were better here in Gotham than they ever were back in NYC. But there was a lot more crime here too, oddly.
“I’ll remove the bonds when you handcuff them, guys. The scene is relatively untouched as well, so that’s good to go too.”
The call had come in when Connor was just coming back from his break, still wiping the ketchup from his burger off his mouth with a paper napkin. He couldn’t help the groan–altercation in process, likely involving a cape–flipping on the siren as he made his way. He cursed the fact that he had to choose the diner closest to this particular incident, as he would be the quickest to respond. Still, Connor wasn’t about to slack off, it simply wasn’t in his blood.
Pulling up, the officer made his way toward the warehouse, pistol drawn, watching for movement. This area was well known for drug dealing and violence, the last thing he wanted was someone to catch him unaware.
However, the last thing he expected was a man in a bright metallic helmet rounding up a large bunch of known dealers, all casual like this was a typical Tuesday night.
Groaning, Connor lowered his weapon and pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other holstering his service pistol. This was going to be so much paperwork.
“Alright, alright, I’ve got like… enough plasticuffs to get all of them trussed up while the wagon makes its way here. Obviously they didn’t give y’too much trouble?”
Rich straightened, giving the other man a sheepish smile as he wiped his hands clean of dust that had caked the dealer he’d tossed through that wall. He knew that this was going to be a lot of work to clean up but hey, at least these assholes were off the streets now and wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else--either directly or indirectly. He’d seen a few of the men acting rather shady and had trailed them here and subsequently seen them begin processing a deal. And the rest is history.
He dimmed the glow coming off of him and moved to allow the cop to start cuffing the dealers, wondering if he should offer to help or not. It was the least he could do for wrecking one of the walls of the warehouse, even if it was abandoned.
“Nah, they didn’t really give me much trouble. Kinda gave up after I tossed the first guy. Do you need any help with cuffing them?”
