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Post by Oracle on Sept 6, 2008 19:46:38 GMT -8
Against a crimson sky, lightning flashed threateningly overhead. Thunder roared and people on city streets scrambled for any overhanging that would provide shelter from the already trickling rain. The first rain of the year was amongst Gotham's citizens and already many didn't know how to respond to the sudden downpour.
Cars skidded to stop on the slick pavement to stop before the intersection. Men and women sat in their cars with one fist out of their windows cursing to their fellow drivers to 'pay attention.'
Batgirl sat perched on a gargoyle overhead with a pair of binoculars watching the commotion down below.
"Some people, I swear..." she muttered silently to herself.
Her small frame cast an eerie shadow against the building she sat perched on.
{We have a ten-six-- any available units please get to--}
Reaching to her police scanner she had tucked away in her utility belt, she turned down the volume just a tad and stood, her balance remaining perfect the entire time.
"Looks like that's my call." Withdrawing a grapple line, she fired into the dark stormy night and launched forward.
"A foiled robbery sounds like just what I need tonight."
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Post by Two-Face on Sept 6, 2008 20:03:20 GMT -8
Two-Face knew units were probably on their way by now. He also knew that if units were on their way that Gotham's masked vigilantes were probably just about to arrive.
He looked at his watched to see how long his men were taking on loading the money into the bags and shouted for them to hurry up if they wanted to make it out in time.
Looking out the windows up toward to rooftops to try and see if he could see anyone coming he got his gun out, prepared to face his foes if necessary.
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Nightwing
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Can't Be A Boy Wonder Forever
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Post by Nightwing on Sept 6, 2008 20:21:07 GMT -8
Grayson sat perched atop one of Gotham's various gargoyles, his body clad in a suit resembling that of his family's, before they met a tragic and untimely death due to the greed of a fat guy named Zucco. It was many years ago, but the rage from the murder still struck something in him. Something that had spawned what he was to this day. And what he may become in later years of his life. Though right now his mind wasn't focused on that. It was more along the lines of the many arguments he'd been having lately with Bruce. Bruce Wayne, Batman, the closest thing he'd had to a father since he was eight years old. Father. Mentor. Guardian. Pain in the brightly colored ass.
Before Robin had headed out on this night, he'd been back in the Manor, Bruce was leaving town for the night. He had some business interests to look after in Metropolis. That was just his cover story, of course. What was really going down was that tall dark and gruesome had to chase his jestered nemesis who was, for some reason, teaming up with cue-ball over in the other town. The conversation between the duo turned dynamic when they hit one of their arguements they'd been having lately. Something about Bruce telling him that he was behaving irresponsibily or something to that general effect set Grayson off. And now he was out hoping to find some action so he could cut loose. The arguments had been so reoccuring, that Babs had told him to talk to her whenever the next one went down. Honestly, he didn't really feel like talking though. So he'd just 'forget' to mention it to her. Not like he was planning on seeing her soon anyways. Whatever. He was more focused on Bruce's comment than anything.
"Man, Wayne. Just go shove it up your---"
{We have a ten-six-- any available units please get to--}
The police scanner interrupted his sentence to mid-air and he listened in on it, rising from his perch. "That's not too far out." And it would sure as hell beat sitting here and moping and griping all night. So with that, the young Boy Wonder leaped over the edge of his previous place of rest, launching his body out into the empty night sky before grasping a grappling unit from his belt and firing it, arcing off into the night sky...
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Post by Oracle on Sept 6, 2008 20:30:50 GMT -8
Landing gracefully on the edge of Gotham's Treasury and Trust, Batgirl, pressed her body against the building, trying to stay hidden against the shadows. The last thing she needed was to be seen by anyone.
Creeping closer to the skylighted window, she peered over to take a look at what was going on in the building. There seemed to be a handful of people being held at gun point, down on the ground with their hands on their heads.
Who's holding the guns? She scanned the room quickly as she made quick with her lockpicking abilities to open the lock on the window. She quickly counted at least five guys, all dressed in black with skii masks over their heads.
She had to wonder if the thugs were hot under those masks just for the fact that she knew she was under her own.
Spotting an easy place to drop down into the heart of the building, she secured a line and silently dropped behind a desk.
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