A man fully covered in black was running through the rain soaked alleyway, on his shoulder was a sack full of cash. Alarm bells were heard in the distance, but he didn't care about it. More like he didn't have the leisure to do so, because, one miscalculation, one mistake from his part will send him straight to jail after experiencing some of the most simplest torture method. Falling down from height and repeating it dozens of time.
The man looked over his shoulder slightly to see if he was still being chased. With that short look, he increased his speed as he saw a man running at leisurely pace, wearing brown leather jacket, under it was a grey combat vest with a large red bat symbol painted on it. The most distinctive thing about the man chasing him was that, he was wearing a Red helmet.
"You ain't catching me, Red Hood!!!" The masked man in black hollered as he ran straight without slowing down.
Red Hood didn't react to the man and just kept his distance by slightly increasing his pace to keep up with the running man.
On the way, Red Hood observed his surroundings, and saw multiple silhouette running over the roof. He didn't heed any mind to it kept chasing the man and a few minutes later, the man in black entered an abandoned warehouse, Red Hood followed in without any fanfare.
As soon as Red Hood passed through the entrance of the warehouse, the doors slammed shut, the man who has been running from him stopped in the middle of the warehouse, multiple people started to appear one by one, and all of them were wearing costumes and Red Hood recognised some of them, mainly a man in black with scarf around his neck and a yellow goggle like eyewear.
"Eraser Head." A deep reverberating sound came from Red Hood.
"Red Hood." Eraser Head acknowledge Red Hood and said "Surrender peacefully. Or we will have to use extreme methods to bring you in."
"You can try. But you won't catch me." Red Hood replied.
"Confident much?" Another voice rang out and a man wearing a trench coat and wooden legs stepped out. Simultaneously, the man in black who robbed the store dissolved into a liquid like substance and merged with the newcomer.
"Ectoplasm." Red Hood started at Ectoplasm and said "Numbers won't do any advantage in capturing me. Not that you will get me."
"Who decided that?" A third voice was heard. A man with four arms and a man with gun mask was standing at the entrance where Red Hood entered.
"Forth Kind and Gun Head." Red Hood looked around and said "Only four in total, but if we count the clones, it's close to ten."
Clapping his hands, he said "Not bad."
The next second, Red Hood did a back flip and Fourth Kind passed under Red Hood who was back flip.
As he jumped for the back flip, he unsheathed a red tactical sword from his back and slashed infront of him, which deflected a pair of class that was flying towards him.
The moment his boots touched the ground, he took out the pistol from his thigh and started to shooting at Gun Head. Every shot of Red Hood was precise, all fired bullets deflected the incoming projectiles, but still some land right where Gun Head was standing.
Then for a whole minute, Forth Kind, Gun Head and Red Hood was having a threeway battle. Red Hood would avoid Forth Kind at the last minute and keep Gun Head in check with his gun. When he ran out of bullets, he reloaded and started firing away at Gun Head.
Eraser Head observed the fight and concluded something in his mind 'He's been firing at Gun Head, to keep him check. But the main aim of his shots are to reduce the strength of the door. He's buying enough time to create an escape route. Worst of all, he haven't used his Quirk. Or have he? Time to find out .'
Eraser Head activated his quirk, and due to its effect, his eyes glowed red and his hair started to defy gravity.
Red Hood looked in the direction of Eraser Head, but kept on fighting with the two pro heroes. Eraser Head saw that Red Hood was still keeping up with Fourth Kind and Gun Head, so he signalled Ectoplasm.
Within seconds, Red Hood was surrounded by more than twenty clones of Ectoplasm. Red Hood observed them and concluded that the original one is not among them. He holstered his gun and took out the second tactical sword from his back, and now he was dual wielding tactical swords.
For a moment, the warehouse was silent.
Red Hood slowly rolled his shoulders.
"…Twenty teachers," he said flatly.
"Hope this is a practical exam."
The clones moved at once. All charging towards him a rush. Their prosthetic legs struck the floor in perfect rhythm as they rushed him from every direction.Red Hood stepped forward to meet them.
The first clone lunged with a straight punch.
Red Hood's right sword flashed. A clean horizontal slash cut across the torso.
Instead of blood, the clone collapsed into a viscous, glowing, mud-like substance, the body melting apart as if it had never been solid. The glowing sludge hit the floor and began dissolving into vapor.
Before it fully vanished—
Another clone attacked.
A powerful kick came from the left, the prosthetic leg moving with mechanical precision. Red Hood twisted his body aside. The kick grazed his armor. His left blade stabbed upward into the clone's chest.
Again the body collapsed instantly, melting into the same thick, glowing mud-like mass that splattered onto the concrete before evaporating.
Two down.
The remaining clones closed in. Three came high. Four rushed low. Others circled behind him.
Red Hood moved. A clone leapt forward.
Red Hood parried the punch with his forearm and slashed diagonally, splitting the torso. The clone disintegrated mid-motion, its body breaking apart into glowing sludge that scattered across the floor.
Another rushed him from behind.
Red Hood stepped aside and drove his elbow into the clone's helmet.
The instant it staggered—
His sword swept backward. The body collapsed into glowing mud, dripping down before fading away.
White mist and glowing residue now marked the places where the clones had fallen. Two more clones jumped simultaneously, their prosthetic legs launching them forward. Red Hood ducked under the first strike. Then spun.
Both red blades carved twin arcs through the air. The two clones were cut through their midsections. Their bodies instantly melted into thick, luminous sludge, the glowing substance splashing across the concrete like liquid clay before dissolving into faint vapor.
Red Hood straightened.
Six clones gone.
Fourteen remained.
They adjusted instantly.
No hesitation.
The next wave rushed him again.
One clone drove forward with a rapid series of strikes.
Red Hood blocked the first punch with his forearm armor.
Deflected the second with his blade.
Then stepped inside the clone's guard.
His sword thrust forward.
The body collapsed at once into viscous glowing mud, sliding off the blade and pooling on the ground before fading.
Another clone tried to tackle him.
Red Hood dropped low.
The clone flew over him.
Red Hood rose with a spinning slash that cut through its torso.
The body dissolved into the same glowing sludge before hitting the ground.
More and more patches of fading luminous mud covered the floor now.
The fight continued.
Slash.
Step.
Turn.
Strike.
Each time a clone was cut down, its body collapsed into that glowing, mud-like substance, dissolving seconds later like unstable matter.
Soon—
Only three clones remained.
They circled him carefully.
Red Hood stood relaxed in the center of the warehouse, swords angled toward the floor.
Glowing residue slowly faded around his boots.
"You guys really don't believe in quitting," he said.
The three clones attacked together.
Red Hood dashed forward first.
His blade cut across the nearest one.
The clone collapsed into luminous sludge instantly.
Two left.
The second clone swung a heavy kick.
Red Hood blocked with his forearm and stabbed upward.
The body melted into glowing mud and dissolved.
One left.
Red Hood raised one sword toward the last clone.
"Found you."
The clone stood still.
Then it spoke calmly.
"Impressive."
Red Hood tilted his helmet slightly.
"But?"
The clone slowly turned its head toward the darkness of the warehouse.
More glowing mud-like masses began forming on the ground.
They rose.
Shaped themselves.
Solidified.
New clones stepped forward.
Five.
Ten.
Twenty.
Soon the warehouse was filling again with identical figures in tan cloaks.
The voice of the real Ectoplasm echoed evenly among them.
"A professional hero adapts."
Red Hood slowly looked around at the growing army.
Then he laughed quietly.
Both red swords lifted back into position.
"Good."
His voice was cold.
"I was just getting warmed up."