"Watch out!" Lea yelled, wincing while gritting her teeth together. First time for everything, right? Well there's always a first time for lots of things. This was one of them for her. Sure, she's grown up in pageants. Of which include more than just putting on expansive sparkly clothing. Talents, and she spent most of her childhood in between gymnastics and ballet. But Lea's pretty sure she's never going to see herself putting on anything in the future. She's pretty much dropped both of those two things, but they've come in handy for her during the past month. She's not as physically weak as she looks.

She's of an average height, but her body seems uncharastically small. Upon first glance, it's pretty easy to see how most people would consider her not even worth their time or a grain of salt. But she's grown pretty fond of using her physical appearance as an excuse to take advantage on it.

Abuse turns around upon hearing Lea call out for the needed attention, and grabs the thug behind him by his wrist. Sliding his fist across his chest by catching his wrist, then proceeding to turn his arm around behind his back and use this thug he just countered an attack for as a shield to the one that's been attacking him.

Gang related crime around the orphanage. It started with a drug deal, then this one guy got hooked and kept going back to this dealer. Apparently, the dealer stopped selling what the client was buying, and the client got angry. Brought a gun into the mix and shot his dealer. Turns out it was all an organized plan to introduce a new drug on the streets of Gotham, and the drug that was being sold was just as a test. Abuse needs to know what drug is about to be sold on the streets of Gotham, especially if it's starting around the Orphanage. Because his other persona, Colin Wilkes, has heard a bunch of things from the older kids in the orphanage. Something about the drug coming in a light green liquid form that you can inject, or something about it coming in a powder form that you can mix with water and drink. Or just straight up inhalation. Whatever it is, it's going to be a big thing that he knows he can't handle on his own. Calling Robin for something like this is what he normally would have done. But he knows pretty well why Robin's not in Gotham for the moment.

"Hey, on your right!" Abuse yelled back to Lea, having to use as much control as he can to refrain from even calling her anything that remotely starts with an L. The two of them completely skipped over codenames and more so into what's been going on. They also spent as much time as possible going over every single different possibility of what could happen. And because Abuse was such good friends with Robin, he had some tech that could help with the usage of guns being used against them and other weapons.

An electromagnet emitter that if you stick it on something that's taken pictures, it corrupts the entire system. Therefor, Abuse knows he won't be endangering Lea if anyone of these guys decides to whip out a camera or their phone to take a picture of her because her face is being visibly shown. Abuse on his end, it doesn't matter if his face is being visibly shown or not. In this form, he's an adult. The Venom in his bloodstream made it so that whenever he's able to activate it, he doesn't even look like his real fifteen year old self. His one big concern was somebody getting a clear picture of Lea, since for the past month she's opened up quite a bit about why she wants to help with all of this. She has a specific concern of her own that she has a huge issue with explaining. She thinks that it might be connected to whatever drug related problem is going on, and as long as he knows he can keep her safe? Who the hell is he to tell her no. He did the exact same thing that night all those years ago when he and Robin teamed up for the first time.

Some other EMP tools that for some reason, manage to jam any gun that's in the radius of the EMP going off. Something about the frequencies and the mechanism of the gun. This has been only to been proven to work on guns sold and moved by Black Mask, but even though the man's in Blackgate right now? His guns aren't all confiscated. Most of them are still out on the streets. And it's mostly around where the Orphanage is at.

Smoke pellets, and non lethal gas pellets. The gas pellets can either go a way of making the person who inhales it dizzy, or it's a sedative. It's safe to say that Abuse made sure that Lea knew the difference between the smoke pellets and the gas pellets. But without the proper usage of goggles or just the right eye wear to be able to see in the gas or smoke. The two of them have only used them to smoke out rooms and leave quickly in able to draw people out. Or use it to throw in an area where a large group of thugs were, making them dizzy until the gas was enough for the two of them to go in and take care of everything easier. Leaving each thug with a large bruise that reads "Abuse", thanks to the infamous brass knuckles he wears.

Lea isn't completely bare fists all in this either. He had a smaller pair of brass knuckles that he'd use for himself as Colin Wilkes. But as it seems, using the "Abuse" knuckles worked just fine. He ended up lending the pair of two brass knuckles fit for smaller hands to Lea. She was taught where to punch, and where not too. Brass knuckles can do some serious damage, but she rarely seems to depend on them as it is. She seems to focus mostly in grappling her opponents or using her flexibility to get out of situations. He's seen her grab someone by the wrist and the elbow and run up behind them and force them onto the ground all by doing so, incidentally flipping them over. Something that the two of them have worked on before. Granted it must be so much easier when she's not trying to flip over nearly four hundred pounds of nothing but muscle. But that's built up somewhat of a tolerance to it, making it easier for her to flip someone of slightly above average adult size. At this point, it's not even bothering her with weight. It's all just a matter of if they decide to flip themselves over or break their elbow. She hasn't flipped abuse over once in any of their training sessions, but she's managed to trip him a fair amount of times. She's never broken anybody's elbow yet, either. He plans on keeping it that way. so far? Lea hasn't done anything to get herself or anybody else horribly injured.

All Abuse can say, is that Lea has shown proof that she's not just some kid with a physical background. She knows how to punch. Abuse has seen some pretty screwed up accidents happen when it comes to throwing one wrong. Just a punch, doesn't that seem like such a little thing? Well it's not. He's seen someone break their thumb clean in half because they didn't have their fist positioned properly. Having to do to the hospital and get the bone re-shifted and sewn back into place doesn't sound fun. She knows how to block, she knows how to counter.

A simple kick to her back while she has it turned, she turns around halfway and pins a thugs ankle to her side under her arm. Grips her fingers into the jeans of his pants and yanks his leg forwards and steps out of the way while his body collides to the ground. Forehead going straight into a pile of already broken cement from when Abuse threw a darkly clothed and reinforced thug into the brick wall of the empty storage building there.

While he's fighting, it's just so amusing to watch her so engaged. She's smiling and cracking one liners every now and then, and honestly? It gets pretty dark and gritter down here in this part of Gotham. Because Batman's always busy somewhere else. And she just looks out for him and she'll call out something when he's not paying attention. He'll remind her not to keep her back turned for too long, remind her not to push her limits. The two of them work together well on a very limited set of words. Small phrases as, 'Look out!' 'Behind you!' 'On your left!', or 'Just like we practiced.' And'Are you prepared?'. The two of them have it under control, and there's never been an issue so far.

Abuse relies on strength and brute force. He's smart, pretty damn smart. But Lea tends to act quickly, but she still thinks about it. Sometimes she runs her mouth more than she should run her legs, but she hasn't done anything to get her hurt yet. Keeping her focused is easy, so none of this is an issue. She relies on speed and flexibility and using opponents strength against them. Honestly? He can compare her fighting skill to Nightwing. Less advanced, and without the usage of escrima sticks. But she picks things up so quickly and he's seen how adept she is at learning how to handle these things. Almost like she's done it before, in a more controlled environment would be the only difference. Something that wasn't actually meant to be fighting.

At the moment, she's pretty close to being shoved against a storage container. There's a crate right next to it, and with a simple nod of the head in her direction she takes action against being nearly stopped.

Abuse has three thugs on him at the moment, Lea has the last one. He can very well take out all three, just as well as Lea can take out the one individual. The thing is, he needs to stay conscious. Questioning about the drug, and what it is. So the three on Abuse's side can go out like a light, but Lea has to tone it down a notch. No killing was obviously the first thing established.

It's dark out, but Abuse can still see his movements just as well as Lea's. He has one hand on the back of a thugs head, and another hand on the back of another. Keeping a blank face all the while smashing both foreheads together, a fairly appalling hollow sounding clash comes between both skulls before they topple to the ground. His dark brown trenchcoat moving in the ind as his last thug comes up from him on his left behind him. He can hear the footsteps and he knows how to counter it rather than just charging in himself.

All he does is lift his elbow up and clock the nearly six foot man with the bottom of his elbow on the straighter spot, avoiding connecting the humorous bone in his arm to the thugs forehead for obvious reasons. After knocking the thug on the head, he bends down in pain and comes to the level where the back of Abuse's knee is. All he does is kick his foot back and connects it to the same place where his elbow was once at, knocking the thug out.

He turns around to see Lea, climbing up the crate to get out of arms reach from the thug. For a moment, Abuse's eyes widen as if he feels like his concerns about her getting hurt are about to come true. She did it almost frantically, out of breath as she used each arm to pull her body up the wooden crate just as large as the storage container.

But she got up just fine, and Abuse sighed in relief before going back to watching how Lea plans on taking care of this.

Lea stuck her hands on her hips and smirked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She blew a tuft of short black hair out of her face as the light from above was shined directly onto her head, leaving a large shadow overcast on her attacker below her.

"Now I gotta be really nice apparently, and not knock you out. I'm kinda new to this, and I'm probably really clumsy. So I can't exactly promise your safety unless you just get it all over with and tell us what we need to know. My buddy over there," She paused and pointed an index finger at Abuse for him to step closer, making it o the thug couldn't run away.

"Could probably do this a hell of a lot more cleaner than I could. But if you just explain everything now, there won't be any need for excessive force I guess. So it's really your choice. Tell us everything and get severely bruised then sent to Blackgate, or tell us everything and get sent to Black gate. Your call bud." Lea shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes. Wincing at the own idea of Abuse trying to get formation out of him.

The thug under her only let out a short laugh, shaking his head as if with disappointment before trying to make a slow escape. Walking backwards away from her until he backed up into Abuse's chest. Turning around slowly to see the just under ear length red hair poking out of the brown fedora, and the unimpressed look on his own face.

"There are worse vigilantes for people like you to run into. You should really be thankful it was just us."  By worse, he means probably someone who isn't afraid to break a finger or two for answers. Someone who isn't afraid of threatening to him with with per say, the batmobile. Abuse has been on the receiving end of that one not even for doing a crime. It was a threat from Robin, so it wasn't taken as serious as it should have been. Thankfully, Batman seemed to step in at just the right time to yank the at the time twelve year old vigilante out of the car.

"I ain't talking, you're not somebody I'm afraid of." With a thick Gotham accent, it was Abuse's cue to step back and let Lea do what she was going to do.

The thug turns around to watch Abuse walk away, and he's smirking. Something Abuse only does when he's working with Robin. And before the thug even has a chance to turn all the way back around, Lea's already jumped off the crate and landed on his shoulders.

Wrapping her legs around his neck before leaning all the way back, extending her arms back and shoving the crate out of the way so she doesn't hit her head on it. Arching her back for more room, she gives one final push and tightens her legs more so around his neck. Listens to a stifled choking sound before her fingertips come in contact with the ground, and she's succusfully flipped him over onto the now toppled crate. Landing on her forearms and stomach, thighs still wrapped around his head in a choke.

She reaches down for his wrist and gets off of his shoulders, with her back now on the ground while she yanks and pulls on his arm, one leg wrapped around his joint where his elbows at.

"You can talk anytime you want, this'll only get worse." Abuse stated, stepping forwards and pulling his fists out of his pockets. Letting the brass knuckles come clearly into view as the thug below Lea is struggling and straining.

There's a loud cracking sound and Abuse looks over to see that the thug picked up a rock and threw it in the direction of Lea's face. Leaving her to crane her head all the way back to avoid being hit, and loosen her grip around his wrist and elbow. The cracking sound was the noise her ankle made when grabbed and twisted around. Not broken, just the joint popping. She'll probably have a sprain.

Abuse looks over with a worried look, see's her seethe out in pain through her teeth before getting it all back together and doing the same thing. Locking both legs around his elbow but tighter, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling.

She pulls harder this time, and the slight popping sound of his elbow being dislocated is made obvious to the three of them.

"You have three other joints in your arm, that's not counting your fingers. Talk or I'll let her go further." Abuse says calmly, but the tone of his voice betrays his intentions. Coming out more deep and in a way of a smokers voice. Which is odd, because Colin's never smoked before. He doesn't know why Abuse sounds like that when he talks.

"I-It's called Leviathan! S-Some group called Kobra is supplying us with it, saying they get the supply from s-something called Leviathan." Stuttering out limited information, the action of Lea knocking her foot against his already dislocated and bruise forming elbow is what gets him to explain further.

"It c-com-mes from-" He's desperately trying to make out the words, voice straining while doing so and aching to get his words out without biting his tongue.

There's a sound in the air that Abuse didn't recognize, causing him to turn around and see what the sorce of it was. Something small heading through the air and making somewhat of what he could only desribe as a swishing noise.

His eyes locked onto the edge of the sharp projectile that was coming this way, and with one swift movement he turned around to face Lea, cutting off the thug she has restrained.

"Get down!" He yells, but it's too late. What was coming through the air was an arrow and it's already made it's way to the thugs head. Keeping him from talking any further.

Lea's ducked her head down, and she's covering it with both her hands. Abuse only winces and looks away from the thugs corpse as he slowly walks closer. Trying his best not to look directly at the wound. The arrow that went straight into his forehead.

"What the hell was that?!" Lea manages to yell after looking back up once it was safe to move her head. Looking at the corpse right in her restraint. It's safe to say she unhooked herself from him and moved away, standing to her feet.

"You might want to look away," He paused, coming closer and wrapping his fingers around the arrow. It was so simple to him while he was using the venom in his bloodstream. Just pull out the arrow like it were a toothpick stuck in a piece of cardboard.

There was a slight gushing sound once it happened, and it caused Lea to lurch forwards and cover her mouth with her hand. Abuse looked away from the fresh corpse, and stared at the arrow in his hand. It's not green tipped, it's not red tipped. And this isn't Star city.

But he's seen these types of engravings on other weapons before. Swords and other weapons of the sort. Ones Damian used to own and use regularly. He still uses the two swords from time to time, but many of his older tactics ended up getting dropped.

He knows just who makes and has these types of weapons.

"This was the League of assassins. Someone didn't want him talking about this." He states firmly, holding the arrow in his hands and pressing the tip of it to the tip of his thumb. Not even able to draw out blood with the amount of force he's using to press it against his hand.

"The league of what?"

Abuse winces and closes his eyes, knowing now more than ever he's just gotten Lea involved in something he no longer has control over.

"Time to call Robin, I guess." He mumbles, making his way back with Lea.