Somewhere in Rio, Thursday afternoon [NFB]
Bruce took the shanty town tour to get a ride to one of the poorer areas of the city so he could get a personal look at what poverty was like in Rio. It was fairly depressing, but it was a good reminder of what kind of life people could have if they didn't have a real chance. The kind of chance that Bruce wanted to provide to the people of Gotham. Not by punching criminals. The other way.
He was doing his part to support the local economy by getting some souvenirs (Alfred would appreciate them, he was sure). When he pulled his wallet out, though, he heard what sounded like a bird call. When he looked up, suddenly a band of monkey thieves swarmed him, stealing his wallet and running off before he could react.
"/Hold on to my purchases,/" Bruce told the shop owner in flawless Portuguese. "/I'll be back./" And then he started chasing the monkeys.
Fortunately for Bruce, he had studied maps and aerial photos of Rio before the trip, so he knew the path the monkeys were leading him on. And despite the fact that they were tiny, agile, and had a head start, he was gaining on them.
When two monkeys broke off from the group to fling themselves at a person, shrieking and baring their teeth, most people would freak out and run away. Bruce just gave them gut punches without breaking stride. When they started climbing buildings, Bruce used good jumping ability, walls, and sheer determination to follow them to the rooftops. And then he punched more monkeys that were waiting for him.
Not all of the monkeys who were waiting for him, though. He dropped one with an elbow.
But that bought the lead monkeys a little bit of time to put distance between themselves and Bruce. And with the way they knew the city, surely there was no way he could catch up. As they leaped over an alley, the monkeys found out just how wrong they were when Bruce swung up from a window below them, taking two down with a swinging dropkick before following the monkey with his wallet to the next rooftop.
How did he catch up? He knew a shortcut. Obviously.
The final monkey seemed to know that this was it. He climbed higher on the roof to get the high ground. Bruce watched, waiting for the monkey to make a move. After a couple minutes of watching each other, feeling each other out, the monkey dropped the wallet and fled. His monkey instincts were telling him that this was a fight he would not win.
As he fled, however, a thrown bola wrapped around him.
The monkey would be able to gnaw out of the bola before too long, but he had taught him a lesson. From now on, he would know how dangerous humans could be. He would get his gang of thieves and return to the forest. Otherwise, this human might return.
Bruce returned to the shop he had left a earlier, paid for his souvenirs, and started to make his way back to the tour jeep. He couldn't be sure that he made his point to the monkeys. But if he didn't, he'd make time to come back for a visit. And the monkeys would get a reminder.
[OOC: PUNCH MONKEYS!
Look, Bruce fights animals. It's just part of his mystique.]
He was doing his part to support the local economy by getting some souvenirs (Alfred would appreciate them, he was sure). When he pulled his wallet out, though, he heard what sounded like a bird call. When he looked up, suddenly a band of monkey thieves swarmed him, stealing his wallet and running off before he could react.
"/Hold on to my purchases,/" Bruce told the shop owner in flawless Portuguese. "/I'll be back./" And then he started chasing the monkeys.
Fortunately for Bruce, he had studied maps and aerial photos of Rio before the trip, so he knew the path the monkeys were leading him on. And despite the fact that they were tiny, agile, and had a head start, he was gaining on them.
When two monkeys broke off from the group to fling themselves at a person, shrieking and baring their teeth, most people would freak out and run away. Bruce just gave them gut punches without breaking stride. When they started climbing buildings, Bruce used good jumping ability, walls, and sheer determination to follow them to the rooftops. And then he punched more monkeys that were waiting for him.
Not all of the monkeys who were waiting for him, though. He dropped one with an elbow.
But that bought the lead monkeys a little bit of time to put distance between themselves and Bruce. And with the way they knew the city, surely there was no way he could catch up. As they leaped over an alley, the monkeys found out just how wrong they were when Bruce swung up from a window below them, taking two down with a swinging dropkick before following the monkey with his wallet to the next rooftop.
How did he catch up? He knew a shortcut. Obviously.
The final monkey seemed to know that this was it. He climbed higher on the roof to get the high ground. Bruce watched, waiting for the monkey to make a move. After a couple minutes of watching each other, feeling each other out, the monkey dropped the wallet and fled. His monkey instincts were telling him that this was a fight he would not win.
As he fled, however, a thrown bola wrapped around him.
The monkey would be able to gnaw out of the bola before too long, but he had taught him a lesson. From now on, he would know how dangerous humans could be. He would get his gang of thieves and return to the forest. Otherwise, this human might return.
Bruce returned to the shop he had left a earlier, paid for his souvenirs, and started to make his way back to the tour jeep. He couldn't be sure that he made his point to the monkeys. But if he didn't, he'd make time to come back for a visit. And the monkeys would get a reminder.
[OOC: PUNCH MONKEYS!
Look, Bruce fights animals. It's just part of his mystique.]