All villains are equal, but some are more equal than others

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Alcatraz was cracked open and the prisoners spilled free eagerly, but not everyone was spirited off the Rock. Some prisoners had only themselves to blame for that: they were too distracted by the chance to take revenge against the guards or the prison itself to grasp the larger freedom that awaited them across the Bay. As for the rest of the

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[_nightwing_]

Above the waters of the Bay the Titans jet flies low and fast, delivering a hefty payload of pepper spray and nausea-inducing gas over the escaping prisoners still trying to get to the mainland. It's hard to work on escaping if you can't see and you can't stop throwing up.

It's going to be messy work once the jet lands on the coast; prisoners mixing with civilians is always bad news. They'll have to resort to the old-fashioned methods here - track and take down. As soon as the struts touch terra firma, Nightwing is on the move once more with the rest of the Titans.

Move out!

[jla_villains]

Three coughing prisoners abandon their powered inflatable raft, swearing as they stagger through the water to the shoreline. One of them, a short Hispanic man, wipes his eyes and squints. "It's the Titans!" he shouts. "Get 'em!"

"You get 'em!" retorts another prisoner, shoving the other two out of his way as he runs to shore. He swerves to avoid Nightwing, leaving the other two to face the Dark Knight's first apprentice.

The Hispanic man growls, then shakes his head, raising his chin and revealing the mark of his now-missing restraint collar just before fur begins to sprout all over his skin. His front teeth lengthen, and he now resembles something very like a giant rat as he charges Nightwing.

[_nightwing_]

Looks like it's time for an exterminator --

Let's see how Roland Rat here feels about directed high-frequency sonics.

[jla_villains]

"Aaaaagh!" screams the wererat, clapping his hands over his rounded ears and falling to the ground, his legs twitching.

The other prisoner is a tall Anglo, and when he sees the other man fall, he panics and spits a foul-smelling green substance at Nightwing.

[_nightwing_]

Hey! I thought dilophosaurus died out!

Reflexes are great things. He's got time to deliver a sound blow to make sure Roland stays down, and use him as a launchpad for a one-handed handspring over the arc of -- god, that's gross -- spit.

He lands at close range, aiming a punch at the prisoner's throat. Hard to spit when you can't breath.

[jla_villains]

The prisoner bends backwards, but not fast enough to escape the entire force of the blow. He's still coughing some from the gas, but he swipes one hand towards Nightwing.

[_nightwing_]

He ducks. An escrima stick will find its way to his gut.

[jla_villains]

"Oof!" The escrima stick hits him hard and he doubles over, vomiting as he falls to the ground.

[_nightwing_]

Newsflash: the dinosaurs are extinct. So are you.

No time for celebration. Cable ties are judiciously and roughly applied to wrists and feet. Move on.