18526/Would You Like Some Fries With That

Would You Like Some Fries With That
Date of Scene:	07 July 2024
Location:	Gotham Diamond Exchange
Synopsis:	Nightwing and Mother Panic stop a robbery at the Gotham Diamon Exchange while Nightwatch keeps a weather eye. Freeze gets away with his loot, however, so it seems the game is still afoot!
Cast of Characters:	Zoe Mills, Dick Grayson, Violet Paige

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Zoe Mills has posed:
Gotham is rarely quiet at night, there's usually sirens to be heard wailing somewhere as police chase after the criminal element. The Bat Signal is a near constant, of course, and with recent re-emergences of Cobblepot and Joker... it's been all hands on deck! Hell, Batman & Co just took down Scarecrow a few weeks back before he could dump a new fear toxin into the city's water supply! The villains have been on a roll lately.

Zoe's not one to leave the Bowery very often, sticking to her neighborhood pretty closely. But Schwartz's Deli still has the best sandwiches this side of New York, so occasionally a pilgrimmage is made to get the holiest of all sandwiches... ham and swiss on rye, with the spicy mustard. They also have the good Miss Vickie's chips to go with them. Having just claimed her order from the counter, the explosion at the Gotham Diamond Exchange down the block still manages to rock the building and leave her ears ringing.

Eyes wide, she rushes to the front window, seeing a trio of ice cream trucks backed up in front of the blown out doors of the Diamond Exchange. Turning her head, she yells at the counter girl, "Call the police! Gotham City Diamond Exchange, it looks like Mr. Freeze!"

In the confusion, Zoe grabs her meal and her backpack and sort of slips away in the chaos.

"I just wanted a sandwich.. is that *really* too much to ask, Gotham? A *sandwich*?!" its muttered under her breath as she hurriedly changes in the bathroom, shoving her food into the backpack and hoisting herself out the window to leave the pack with the bike while she unholsters her sweet new grapple gun (still a few model years behind the Bat Family, but far better than the scavenged and repaired one she'd been using!) so she can get a bird's eye view of the action.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Oh, hey there," Nightwing comments cheerfully toward the sudden appearance of another rooftop vigilante. Judging by the nonchalant way that he ventures across the rooftop with his cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream in one hand and spoon in the other, he's clearly in no particular rush. He was likely already in the area and the explosion simply acted as a beacon for the former Robin. He offers a cheerful smile toward Nightwatch and a little salute of his spoon before he uses that same spoon to gesture in the direction of the Gotham Diamond Exchange, "Police have been alerted, but they're tied up with another robbery across the city. Probably intended to delay response to the real heist".

Judging by the scraping sound, Nightwing's pint of mint choco chip hath run on empty. A sigh and shrug later, he's folding it all up into a neat little bundle that he slips into a hidden compartment of his suit. The white of his domino mask's eyes turn again to Nightwatch before his smile returns, which reveals a smudge of chocolate on one of his front teeth. Enthusiastically he offers, "I'm Nightwing! I don't think we've met, have we?"

Yeah, yeah. Diamond Exchange. Heist. Mr. Freeze. Networking's important!

Violet Paige has posed:
It's ironic really. Mother Panic hasn't been seen in Gotham in months. And on her outing tonight she was hoping to keep it that way. It's barely been any time at all since she got caught up in a Goblin Nation attack in New York. Certainly not enough for her to be up to vigilante work again. But she had a mission for this evening. A target.

The irony being she was going to break into the Gotham Diamond Exchange.

No not like that. She needed access to some records and not the kind anyone keeps electronically. Purely for crime fighting purposes!

But maybe it's not all bad. Stop the crime. Let the police cordon off the site for forensics. And if the police find what she's looking for. Well.... No offense to Gothams boys in blue but they're much cheaper to pay off than the employees hired to provide security at the Gotham Diamond Exchange.

They must get a fortune in danger money. And tonight we see why...

Her own arrival on scene is rather. Dramatic. A pure white suit, totally enclosed helmet, and yes a cape. She'd stand out in Gotham for the white alone. Even if she weren't appearing on the scene flying at a not inconsiderable speed on a skybike.

One of her super powers is definitely money....

Zoe Mills has posed:
This is a first.

Nightwatch doesn't have a domino mask, but she has a half mask that looks like it's part tactical respirator, part armored plating that covers her lower face and neck. The hood covers her hair, but those amber eyes are visible as she stares at the vigilante eating ice cream on the roof while a robbery is in progrees.

"Uhhhhhhh... hi?" This is definitely the weirdest thing she's experienced on the 'job'. And she had Batman show up to judge her technique. It's about to get weirder. The skybike is incoming, leaving Nightwatch to try and look between Nightwing.. and the white-clad figure of Mother Panic.

She's more likely to draw notice with the white outfit and skybike, though for the moment, the lookouts are still working on securing the route from front door to parked trucks. It won't last for long, however!

Nightwatch looks back to Nightwing, "I'm Nightwatch. This isn't usually my beat, I just.. happened to be in the area." She flicks a glance back to the robbery, then back to Nightwing, "No, we've never met. I usually stick to Bleakley Island." The respirator at least helps to muffle her voice somewhat.

And there it is. One of the lookouts spots Mother Panic incoming and calls out in alarm. Time to get back on the clock!

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Hey!" Nightwing cheerfully answers regarding Nightwatch's usual beat, "It's a community effort, right? Stay safe out there!"

The cry of alarm from one of the sentries seems to urge Nightwing into motion. He doesn't burst into action, but takes just a few moments to get a few good stretches in. Arms, legs, neck. A twist here, a bend there. He gets himself nice and limber. He takes that opportunity to glance toward Nightwatch and Nightwing offers some sagely advice, "When in doubt? Stretch it out!"

Then his domino mask turns forward and Nightwing's on the move. He sprints forward, leaps, and the dive that he assumes is truly a breathtaking thing to behold. The natural agility of the man is strength by the many years of training as his graceful dive brings a sudden grin to his face. Muscle memory sends his left arm forward and the grappling line that fires from his left gauntlet soon finds itself wrapping around one of the many architectural outcroppings of Gotham.

He comes in like a wrecking ball! With both feet directed at the alarm-raising sentry.

The three ice cream trucks may be a source of heavy scrutiny later. There's bound to be some mint chocolate chip in there. Or they're all empty and tonight's a terrible night for the record books.

Violet Paige has posed:
Even as she swoops low, practically buzzing the sentries, Mother Panic taps something into a wrist device. Plotting an autopilot course for when she leaps off.

And the ideal time for that is? Crap. It's /now/. Before anyone can start spraying bullets at her. Or worse a freeze ray. Skybikes might be cool but that is taking things a little too far.

Her dismount isn't anything like as graceful as Nightwings leap. A simple backward somersault. Catching the back of the bike to swing under the bike, feet first, before releasing her grip. Flying forward feet first in a flying kick.

It's the sort of move a sensible person wouldn't attempt. Not unless they really needed to break one or more of their legs in a hurry. But somehow the mysterious woman in white barrels into another one of the sentries and rolls to her feet as if she's totally fine.

Sadly she's not /totally/ fine. But her helmet is a full head covering model. Ideal for masking a stream of muttered expletives.

Of which there are /many/.

Zoe Mills has posed:
Nightwatch is bemused. She's never seen a vigilante that's so... happy go lucky. First time for everything!

"Uh, yeah. You too. Watch out for the big guy in the metal suit."

She's not nearly the acrobat that Nightwing is, or even the other Bat-associated folk. So when he dives off the building, there's a moment to appreciate the form and athleticism, but her own entrance is far more subtle. She aims her grapple gun and moves over to the building adjacent to the Diamond Exchange before leaping over to the roof of the building to find a window to get in through.

It does mean that Nightwing gets the big, flashy entrance, flying in on his grapple line to clip the lookout under the chin with both feet! The man goes flying back a few feet to crumple on the stair of the Exchange, out cold! The other lookout is a little better prepared, opening fire on the black-and-blue suited vigilante with a pistol.

However, he only manages to get off a few rounds before Mother Panic is flying in with both feet to the chest! The lookout smals back into the outer wall of the exchange, likely breaking more than a few ribs in the process before cumpling to the ground. Thirty seconds in and both sentries are down for the count!

From up above comes a quiet call out, "Ten inside.. no sign of the big guy yet. Watch your backs." Someone is playing it safer, it would seem! "Three just inside to the left. Three more on the right, maybe twenty feet in. Four are bagging diamonds. Looks like the vault's opened, probably more inside."

Dick Grayson has posed:
The blow to the sentry sends him flying, then crumpling to the ground. The impact sends Nightwing's trajectory off on account of impacting with the thug's mug and the black-and-blue vigilante kicks through, continuing his path forward. Gunshots roar out and Nightwing releases the line, twirling and rolling in the air onto the top of one of the ice cream trucks just as Mother Panic performs her own hanging kick from the skybike. The sight of which draws an enthusiastic comment and cheerfully bright grin from Nightwing, "That was awesome"! He seems to mean it, too.

The call from above results in a glance up and a nod back at Nightwatch before Nightwing calls back, "Thanks, we're on it!" Then he looks back down to Mother Panic and his smile flashes to life again, "Right?"

He doesn't delay in leaping down from atop the ice cream truck. The apparent gymnast breaks his fall with a roll, before springing to his feet anew and he then calls out the possible strategy to the all-white Mother Panic, "You want to pop in from above? I'll throw the doors open, toss some smoke pellets in, and distract them. While they're busy shooting nothing in the doorway, you drop in on them from above?"

The idea's tossed toward Mother Panic, even as Nightwing's trotting his way up the Exchange steps. He does call back over a shoulder though with white shielded eyes that seem to widen a touch, "Just make sure you yell 'Freeze' though! You've got to yank Victor's line right out from under him. He *loves it* when you do that!"

"Actually? Definitely yell 'Freeze'! He might even answer to it and be all 'What?!', then we'll know right where he is," Nightwing adds with a turn toward Mother Panic, stepping backward up the Exchange's steps to keep eyes on Mother Panic before he twists forward again.

Violet Paige has posed:
Mother Panic tilts her head, slightly to one side, then shrugs. Like she's not entirely sure Nightwing isn't messing with her. "Here to help," the voice is masked electronically. Got to maintain that secret identity. "... Right."

Admittedly she's helping herself but it still counts. Technically correct. The best kind.

Her gaze flicks up a little. The skybike is already off in the distance. She's not going to be making the mistake of anyone spotting it again. But still she nods in agreement.

"Roof is fine," she agrees. "But I don't do the whole... pun thing." Clearly she's not much on banter either!

There's no reaching for a grapple gun, not that she could really operate one with the heavy spike studded gauntlets she's wearing, she simply crouches low and leaps. It's not quite building clearing but it's high. Inhumanly high. At the peak of the leap she slams the spikes into the structure, using them to make a hold, and powers herself up in another bound. It's not quite as quick as the grappling guns the Batfam are famous for but it covers the distance rapidly enough.

Once at the top she dives over the edge of the roof. Presumably getting into position at a suitable skylight.

Zoe Mills has posed:
Nightwatch offers a thumbsup over the edge of the building before she's moving back along the roof of the Exchange to get herself into a better position. Years of being lookout in Gotham have paid off in her case at least. She knows to stay out of sight, inconspicuous, and to keep her mouth shut until necessary. It's doing things like pointing and shouting that get you kicked in the face by vigilantes!

She tries to get a better vantage point to see into the vault, see if she can get a headcount on the inside.

For Nightwing and Mother Panic? Setup is much easier. The doors have already been blown inward by the explosion, soot and smoke helping to obscure things. So when Nightwing pops into the doorway, it draws notice. But a few smoke pellets later and he's gone while the thugs are firing blindly out the ruined doors.

It gives Mother Panic a *great* opportunity to get the drop on the three off to the left. They're clustered up not quite underneath the skylight, but close enough that she can easily reach the first, and from there, ther other two.

Nightwing can find a window that's already been shattere by the explosion, easy to dive in and get into position to take out the other three on the opposite side! They're a little more spaced out, but for the acrobatic aerialist, it shouldn't be an issue.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"You don't traffic in puns? They're great in a jam," Nightwing calls out after Mother Panic. Helpfully, to be sure.

The blown out window's his point of entry and Nightwing's quick to exploit it. He gives it a count of seven for the smoke pellets to work their magic, which is entirely arbitrary but it seems to suit his intentions. He springs into the window frame like a shadow and the billowing smoke brings a lopsided smile to his mouth. He doesn't shout or draw attention to himself, but instead uses the window frame as his launch point. He springs forward and into the Exchange's interior. A pillar acts as his actor point as Nightwing's hands grip it, spinning his momentum around it, and then upon completing a nearly three hundred sixty degree revolution he releases his grip from the support column. The first impact is made with a pair of feet that smash into the first of three's midsection, which forces the wind out of him and sends him tumbling. The firearm clatters to the ground and goes skittering into the smoke.

He springs from the man's chest and midway through his twirling spin, Nightwing's arms move from across his chest to behind his head. It wouldn't be beyond the realm of disbelief as the black-and-blue tumbler spins through the smoke that he's in fact striking a dynamic pose. The first man acts as Nightwing's springboard and sends him catapulting toward the second man. The next target of attack however is the third, a little further distant. A twirl in the air aligns Nightwing's sight with the third man's silhouette within the smoke. A fling of a wrist sends a Wing-Ding spinning end over end toward the third man's head.

The springboard leap comes to an end as Nightwing's acrobatic maneuver brings his shoulder down, leading to a roll that quickly turns to a slide alongside the second man and Nightwing's leg kicks violently in a bid to swing the second thug from his feet.

Violet Paige has posed:
Presumably the skylights on a place like a diamond exchange are re-enforced or armoured in some way. Lucky for Mother Panic her helmet comes fitted with two targetable acid sprayers. A little spritz of the fast acting chemical weakens the edges of one of the panels. So that when Violet stamps down the toughened glass holds together and drops downwards in a single piece.

It's not heavy enough or falling far enough to be lethal. And chances are it's too tough to shatter. But it'll give the lone goon a nasty bump on the head.

And when Mother Panic comes dropping down a moment later the poor guy'll be in no shape to resist being hauled up over her head. Thankfully he's also dazed enough not to appreciate he's about seven foot off the ground. And being used as an improvised projectile.

Before being hurled at one of the other two goons. "Catch shithead!"

So maybe there's just a little banter. It's just a lot less wholesome.

Those thick metal gauntlets are pulled up, like a boxer protecting her upper body and neck, as she charges the remaining goon.

There's a loud series of bangs followed by the PLINK of ricocheting bullets as a weapon is raised and the trigger pulled. Mostly direct hits but those armoured gloves shrug off the rounds. Letting Mother Panic get in close.

She grabs the barrel, squeezing hard enough to bend the metal, yanks it out of the way and punches him. Sending the goon stumbling back into unconsciousness. To the careful observer it's obvious she's been trained. Clues in her stance and form. Nothing like to the standard of the typical Bat-trainee.

But then again you don't need to throw a perfect punch if you can hit hard enough.

The downside to an all white ensemble? It does rather show off the blood.

"And people wonder why Arkham is always full. It's your jokes isn't it."

Zoe Mills has posed:
Most of guns are running on empty, that blind firing running clips dry quickly. Those four that had been scooping trays and displays of diamonds into backpacks are still locked and loaded, however! And now that there's clearly a fight going on, they drop the packs and pull their guns, ready to fire!

Nightwing is clearly the professional here. In that he has a metric ton of training, skill, and experience honed across nearly two decades. So when he shows off a little in mid-air, it's almost expected! Still, his acrobatics launch him off the first goon, across the second, and into the third with a level of grace few could match. The wing-ding hits it's mark and the thug drops, his gun clattering to the floor; he's going to have SUCH a headache when he wakes up! The second is still whipping back around from Dick's initial launch over and across him, so his feet get swept out from under him and he hits the ground hard. While not fully out, he's choking for air, having had it knocked right out of him. It'll be a few seconds before he's ready to tag in again. The first in line, however, is a little faster on the draw, closing with Nightwing and attempting a wild haymaker to try and bring down the punster.

Mother Panic's entrance is just as flashy, albeit for different reasons, riding down a heavy, latticed, bulletproof piece of skylight to crash into her first thug. Had the drop been much higher, the goon might not have survived it! As it stand, he'll likely be going to the hospital, especially after being picked up and HURLED at one of his buddies. The poor schmuck only sees it coming when it's too late to do anything.

That's right. Mother Panic has hit a motherfucker with another motherfucker. Meme managed.

The third of her goons does squeeze of a few last rounds, ineffectively as it turns out. But a few good jabs and a right cross has him joining the growng pile of thugs in unconsciousness.

THe four that have pulled their guns start firing, but wildly, as likely to hit their own friends as the vigilantes. Hey, it's unnerving to watch six of your friends getting dismantled in the time it takes to place a phone call! Two on either side, they're clearly younger, inexperienced. Probably their first job with the gang. Panicky. It makes them dangerous, though!

"Is it raspberry jam? Are you giving her the raspberry?" The distorted voice comes from the far end of the building, where Nightwatch has managed to slam shut the vault door and is spinning the comically large spoked cheel on it for good measure. "He's in there, by the way. Three more goons with him. Won't hold for long, I'm sure but... any port in a storm." Then she's melting off into the shadows to let them deal with the final four of the thugs. It might give them time to figure out how to handle Freeze before he busts down the vault door and starts monologuing his way through the heist.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Nightwing springs to his feet just in time for a haymaker to be thrown at him. An arm rise and he uses the point that elbow and forearm meet to block the blow. "We just met!" Nightwing calls out along with his blocking the blow. "That's not a good icebreaker!" he explains of the attempted punch, just as Nightwing spins away, one foot following to sweep the thug's legs out from beneath him. The spin turns to a roll toward the prone thug and in the middle of that roll Nightwing's hands are suddenly filled with escrima sticks. The potent, charged ends of the sticks crackle with energy as they're gripped and as the tip of one impacts with the thug's chest upon rolling by, the man convulses for but a second before he's sent into unconsciousness.

Nightwing squeezes his left stick with thumb and ring finger and whips the tail end of the stick in the direction of the men that begin opening fire.

Yet more smoke pellets are hurled in their direction, exploding across the floor like a shotgun blast across the span of floor space between Nightwing and the gunmen.

"Smart move!" he calls out to Nightwatch as he springs away from the position that his voice called out. While it's easy to think that he's just talkative amidst the fight, it's much less obvious that the shout was intended as a distraction to allow for him to reposition.

The smoke fills the heart of the room quickly and Nightwing moves forward, fast and low. He slides beneath a heavy wooden table with hardly a squeak of sound upon the glossy floors. He springs to his feet a moment later and leads that spring into a spin as the escrima sticks flash outward, tapping out a rapid staccato of blunt impacts and electrical zaps as the stun sticks are deployed with breathtaking speed.

Violet Paige has posed:
With Nightwatch on overwatch duty and Nightwing going low. Mother Panic goes high. No, not that kind of high. Using the cover of the smoke bombs she powers into another arcing leap. People don't tend to expect other people to spring into the air like gravity was more of an 'other people thing'. Of course the (mostly) pure white suit and flowing cape make it impossible not to see her. But between the speed and the smoke it's not exactly easy to aim at her.

Throw in some inexperienced goons and most of the tracking fire that follows her will miss. A few bullets might catch her by chance but her armour is, if not bullet proof, at least bullet resistant.

Going high also splits the focus. Anyone looking up at her is wide open to the bigger threat of Nightwing and his escrima sticks.

And if they look down? Well they'll be utterly unprepared for the simple brutal overhead slam of those armoured fists. Even using her cybernetics to fine tune her control and keep things non-lethal her blows crack bone. It's not pretty to watch but it's hard to argue with the results.

Zoe Mills has posed:
With Nightwatch providing distraction, and shutting the door on Mr. Freeze and his final associates, it gives Nightwing and Mother Panic the time they need to leap into action!

The smoke pellets hit the floor, disorienting the goons and sending them into coughing fits as they try to put up a defense against incoming attacks. Spoiler Alert: It was not effective.

Nightwing comes in with escrima sticks leading the way, thumps and jolts of electricity sending the guys to the floor to dance and jitter before blissfully passing out. A true whirling dervish when he puts his mind to it, he's fully dropped three or four men in the last fifteen seconds. Someone should call Guiness!

Mother Panic is right behind, leaping up and coming down on the pair from above. While they try to throw up blocks and punches, it's quickly clear that they are wildly outclassed. A few well-placed hits send them to the floor like sacks of meat for the butcher. Still breathing, but broken. They really didn't stand a chance.

A scrim of frost can be seen growing over the outside of the vault door, ice crystals forming quickly after. They might think that Freeze is about to bust out and go all gang busters on them... except the expected door-shattering never happens. Instead, the breaking sound comes from within the vault itself, loud cracking, a shattering sound with a loud THUD... and then nothing.

Dick Grayson has posed:
If it's to be one for the record books, there may as well be some zest put on the tail end of it. A series of strikes are accompanied by a question called out from Nightwing to Mother Panic, "No offense or anything!" The words are punctuated by a particularly sharp crack of an escrima stick across a knee, that causes his next words to be punctuated by a howl of pain that is promptly silence by the man's nervous system briefly entering a reset state, "Are you an alien? Are you here for a Great Hunt? Do you have a *plasma-caster*?!"

The last of the grunts is dropped and Nightwing keeps his escrima sticks at the ready for a few seconds longer, taking stock of his surroundings and those within them. The crackling of ice near the door results in his quickly spring a step or two into a sprint as he makes for the vault door, calling out as he does so, "Stay frosty, but I think he's got another escape route!"

For now Nightwing seems to have moved on from whether or not Mother Panic is one of the Predator, straight out of the mean streets of L.A. or Guatemala.

Violet Paige has posed:
"I just eat a lot of spinach," Mother Panic deadpans. You don't need to decrypt the voice modulation to pick up the sarcasm. "And work out."

She would make a One Punch Man reference. But we've already established she doesn't like fun. Besides it's not like she'd expect a member of Gotham's most famous crime fighting family has time to watch shows. Anime or otherwise.

Her hand comes up to the wrist mounted device, the one linked to the skybike, and taps in a few commands. "Checking to see if he's gone out through the roof," she doesn't actually expect Freeze is going that way. More likely he's going down through the floor. But it doesn't hurt to look. "Guessing there's a sewer tunnel or old subway route under the building."

She brings her fist up and punches the heavy looking steel door. And. It probably disproves she's any sort of super strong alien. Because it does pretty much nothing except make a thud. Probably dulled further by what she guesses is a thick layer of ice on the other side.

As the questions go on she pauses to return the look. "You didn't crack your head on something doing all that rolling around did you?"

Zoe Mills has posed:
"Dude. You can't just ask a girl if she's a Predator. RUDE!"

Nightwatch peels back out of the shadows to approach the pair, absolutely the least put together of the three. Her outfit is cobbled together from different types of heavy cloth and armoring that can be gotten without a ton of money, or tech know-how. There might even be some ballistics shielding in a few pieces.

Nodding to Mother Panic, she mutters, "old pneumatic transit system. From before the Waynes built the trams we got now. Parts of it are flooded now, but other parts still run all over the city. Wouldn't recommend chasing him down there. All the moisture in the air, he could crystallize your breath before it leaves your lungs." She pauses, looking over Panic's helmet, "Well. Not yours. But his." She hooks a thumb towards Nightwing.

Looking back to him, she ticks a salute, "Tell Batman I say hi when you see him. He did me a solid. Also, I can't believe you went for the Predator reference and skipped right over the Stormtrooper option. Missed opportunity." THe sounds of sirens finally start to approach, leaving Nightwatch backwards walking towards one of the many broken windows, "Aaaaaaaaaand that's my song. I'm out. You guys kicked ass. I'm sure you can figure out what Freeze is up to and halt his devious plot!"

And with that, she's out the window and on her way!

They managed to stop the goons, though it turns out Freeze got away with some rather large diamonds from the vault. Still, the gang is largely caught and rounded up, the cops might be able to get some information from them! And surely the Bat Signal will ight the sky if Gordon figures out the next move.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"I wasn't being rude, I was making sure it, she, wasn't going to rip my spine out!" Nightwing counters with a relatively weak defense and comeback. Then his domino mask angles toward Mother Panic so that he can reiterate that point to her, "I wasn't. She's right though," Nightwing says with a thumb hooked toward the retreating Nightwatch, "You do look like a stormtrooper, Mother Panic". The name is dropped without a wink, even if his voice implies it. Then he's beginning to move backward, pauses to slide a gun into the clearing smoke and further away from an unconscious goon's hand. The sound of sirens earns a brief glance, but he looks back to All-White.

"I'll see you again sometime," he says as he reaches up and back to slide his escrima sticks back into their proper sheathes. "Stay safe out there and it was good meeting you!"

An arm rises. A grappling line fires. A Nightwing ascends toward the rooftop. The distant sound of a helicopter's rotors slashing the air can be heard. Then Nightwing is gone.

Violet Paige has posed:
Sadly there's no chance for Mother Panic to sneak a peak at those records she wanted to borrow. But the police are on the way and the Gotham Diamond Exchange has had enough random gunfire the scene of crime people will be /everywhere/. So all that's left is to slip the right people a bribe and she's covered. But that's a problem for another night.

Ideally when not being supervised by a veteran vigilante and his street savvy friend.

"I've been called worse," she points out blandly. "And will be again when they wake up." At least those of her opponents who are still able to talk that is. More than a few jaws will be wired shut tonight. And not just in the 'snitches get stitches' sense.

"Anyway they're playing my song. Time to split for me too." Another shrug. The skybike has looped around and is circling above. "See you both around I'm sure." But with Nightwing firing a grapple line she holds off. Rolling her shoulders like she's building up to a leap. Stretching is important right? And if she happens to 'bump' her fist into the panel the ledger is hidden behind... Well oops. Clumsy her.

Once the rooftop is clear she leaps, kicking off a pillar for extra height, and leaves via the same skylight she entered. Her 'ride' ready and waiting for her.

And then she's off. Zooming away into the night.