Meet the BatBros ;)

Also known as, "THEY'RE NOT JUST REPLACEMENTS"

Aka I'm tired but-it-could-be-fun-tho

The Original

"Oh, C'MON! How is that even possible, man!?"

The lowlife goon was one of many, and like many of the easy-hire lowlifes The Riddler usually hired with his non-existent bank account, this one seemed to have a twinkie addiction.

"You know, if you spent a little less time on the couch watching the Gotham Knights play the Mets and a little more time in those few hours of sunlight the city gets, you'd be able to run a mile without having to contribute so much to the ground-zone of the water cycle. Also you might get a better job that involves less of – THIS!"

The vigilante's words were punctuated by a sudden flying twist in the air, the momentum turning his body in a graceful arc that landed a solid foot in the goon's jaw, knocking him back onto a well-cushioned rear. Nightwing grinned cheekily and gave his ecrisma sticks a twirl before launching into a set of flips and aerials that somehow made him dodge every single bullet the 'backup' shot his way.

"WHY AREN'T YOU OBEYING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!? JUST HOLD STILL!" one of the goons screamed at him, making the acrobat let out one of his fear-inducing creepy laughs.

"That's where the vigilante part comes in! There are just some laws we weren't quite meant to follooooooooooow…"

Nightwing's voice faded when he brought out his grappling hook and shot away into the night, the shadows swallowing him in a way that also should not have been entirely possible, leaving the goons with empty clips and groans. The Riddler may not have been quite as…psychopathic as some of the other major villains and crime bosses Gotham had to offer, but he certainly wouldn't be pleased when they returned with yet another failed target elimination.

Ah, well. At least there was time for a quick stop at the twenty-four hour Quick Mart that sold those hot jelly donuts.