2956/Always wear a cycle helmet.

Always wear a cycle helmet.
Date of Scene:	17 August 2020
Location:	Midtown
Synopsis:	A purse snatcher gets less than he hoped and more than he bargained for outside the Rockefeller Center.
Cast of Characters:	Stephanie Brown, Vivian Vision

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Stephanie Brown has posed:
Stephanie Brown found herself in New York with some time to kill. Her planned meeting with a certain Brazilian living in Westchester had had to be delayed at the last minute, after she was already on the HyperLoop being whooshed up the coast from Gotham to the Big Apple.

So the blond college-bound freshman decided to get in some sightseeing. She had been to New York on a number of occasions, but usually for sports, including a gymnastics meet at Happy Harbor, or for her other extracurricular activity. The nocturnal one. Neither had lent itself to much free time for exploring the city. Something she'd started remedying since she began dating Roberto de la Costa, but this was one of her first times with time to herself to look around.

The blond girl is wearing shorts and a black tank top with the Gotham Knights logo on it. A passing New Yorker grunts at the sight of it. "Go Jets," he says in a brusque tone rather than in a friendly rivalry one. Stephanie just snorts back at him with a roll of her eyes, but keeps moving on, not wanting to risk an encounter with a possible crazy Jets fan.

The teen stops outside of Radio City Music Hall, pulling out her camera to snap a selfie with the famed sign in the background, and then send it off to Roberto. She slips her phone back in her pocket, hands going to her back pockets as she wanders aimlessly, heading towards Rockefeller Center and just enjoying the day and people watching.

Vivian Vision has posed:
It's been a while since Vivian Vision was last able to take a break and continue her study of Human.. well.. everything really. From culture to customs her core directive insists she seek the deeper meanings. She's using her holographic system to appear like a distracted Human with a caucasian skin tone and grey eyes paired with her naturally green hair, although even that gets adjusted to look like the result of a dye.

Of course it's her outfit that stands out. Yellow cargo pants and a green t-shirt with a design on the front made up of small yellow triangles. It's... a little on the bold side and certainly very eye catching.

But it's not her outfit which seems to draw attention as she loiters outside the Rockefeller Center, presumably trying to decide if she'll take the tour or not, but rather the lack of attention she's paying to the bag slung over her shoulder.

A cyclist, obviously up to no good, mounts the sidewalk and begins to accelerate - arm outstretched and ready for the age old snatch and grab.

Stephanie Brown has posed:
Stephanie Brown makes her way along the sidewalk nearing the famed enormous complex of buildings, perhaps best known for the Christmas tree and ice skating rink that get so much attention in the holidays. She stops to listen to a pair of street buskers, one playing bass into an amp and the other using an upside down plastic five gallon bucket for a drum. Lifting the bucket to change the pitch even as he drums on it with a pair of drumsticks.

The blond bobs her head in time to the music, obviously appreciating the funky sounds the pair are producing. She pulls out some cash and drops one of the bills into the guitar case the pair have set out. "Sorry it isn't more. Struggling college student," she tells them with a grin as she walks on past.

Even as she's enjoying seeing the sights, Stephanie is going over some of Barbara Gordon's training. Reading people. Observing. Noting micro expressions. The little crease that indicates the street vendor is lying about how fresh his hot dogs are, dirty water dogs in the local vernacular. A well-dressed woman's tight-lips that show her disapproval of some youths she passes. The observant nature of Vivian, though Stephanie finds herself struggling to read her face. The tensing of the bike-rider past her who-

Crap, he's speeding up. With his eyes on the green-haired girl's bag.

Stephanie's hand goes to her thigh for a few inches, reaching for the utility garter that isn't there before she catches herself. A quick glance about her area shows not much of use. Just a trash can. She grabs it, giving an oof as it's heavier than she expected. She watches the cyclist, timing things so she can spin the garbage can and throw it into the bike once he's clear of the woman, if the purse snatching goes down as expected.

If not? She's weird girl picking up garbage cans.

Vivian Vision has posed:
The purse snatching seems to be going exactly to plan. At least until the get-away.

The environmentally conscious thief leans in, hooks his hand around the strap, and his pedalling begins to speed up for the furious getaway. Stephanie pulls back her arm for the throw, adjusting her aim for the optimal course he's likely to take, and then something /odd/ happens.

The bike continues forward along the exact path Steph predicted it would. The rider has just enough time for a look of triumph as Stephanie launches the trash lid. It arcs gracefully through the air but oddly skims through a now empty space over the handle bars.

The thief's look of triumph shifting to confusion as the bag doesn't move, never mind leaving the girls hand, and instead he finds himsef yanked off the back with a startled yelp. Like he'd tried to cycle away after grabbing an anvil rather than a bag.

Perhaps even more unusually where the girl was? The sidewalk has a spiderwebbing of cracks that a casual observer would probably miss but a trained eye? They certainly weren't there a moment ago...

Stephanie Brown has posed:
Stephanie lets fly her impromptu missile, unable to avoid a slight grin that now she's finally got access to some resources, she's resorting to improvising her own equipment.

She doesn't wait for the results, already jogging over expecting to be collecting the snatcher off the ground, only to see things didn't go quite as expected. The blond's steps slow though still bring her over to Vivian and the would-be thief. Blue eyes take in the situation, and if it takes her longer to note the effect on the sidewalk than it would take Dick, Tim or Barbara, she does note them eventually.

Stephanie grabs his bike to remove that avenue of retreat, pulling it behind her as she approaches. Normally she'd be focused on apprehending the guy. Though with how things are playing out, she instead watches to see what happens next, though ready to lend a hand if it looks like anyone is about to get hurt.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Vivian doesn't seem to be leaping into action to arrest the criminal, pulling her bag back and putting it over her shoulder. The poor criminal letting go rather than clinging on and getting dragged about. From the low groan it seems like he's not feeling up to an escape attempt right now. But then he did land pretty hard on his back and while thieves often make use of masks for ride-by purse snatching it's much rarer for them to have a cycle helmet..

When the girl, who looks around sixteen or so, does finally look in his direction she sighs. "I have called for an ambulance to ensure there are no lasting injuries," she states flatly. "Perhaps in future you should consider a less morally questionable means of making a living. I would also recommend taking a 'cycle proficiency' or 'Bikeability' course."

She brushes her hair back behind one ear and nods to the mysterious stranger, which would be Stephanie, who has run over. While most New Yorkers have, at most, make some rather rude complaints as they're forced to walk around the incident. The tourists of course seeming more interested in taking photographs. "I appreciate your assistance Miss. Do you need an antibacterial hand wipe after handling the trash can?"

Stephanie Brown has posed:
The consternation and interest that paints Stephanie's face is easy to see as she listens to Vivian's handling of the situation. Her eyes go down to the cyclist, thoughts that Vivian might be in danger from him diminishing with calm way the younger teen is handling the matter.

"You ah... have a flare for criminal rehabilitation," Stephanie says. She pulls out the phone which took the selfie just a few moments ago, and snaps a picture of the cyclist's face, then reaches into his pocket as he's dealing with the pain of landing on the hard concrete. His wallet is pulled out and Stephanie snaps a picture of his license inside it before dropping the wallet back on his stomach.

"These will go to the NYPD. With a suggestion if they have any more reports of thefts in the vicinity, that you'd be a good place to start looking," Stephanie says in a slightly firmer tone.

Once done she pockets her phone and looks back to Vivian, giving a bright smile as if they weren't just dealing with a mugging. "Oh god yes. Some sanitizer would be appreciated," he says, holding out her hands.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"The hospital fees will likely work out to be more severe than any fine or punishment the police department would issue," Vivian admits with a shrug. "Besides there is evidence that incarceration simply acts as a 'university' for criminals. Not to mention I would not wish to spend all my free time in a police station.."

She opens her bag and pulls out some anti-bacterial wipes which she offers to Stephanie. The brand more commonly used in hospitals or research labs. "That was quite an impressive throw given the aerodynamics of the object in question. Are you an athlete of some sort?"

Viv makes a little step to one side, to clear the sidewalk, and she adds "Perhaps visiting from Gotham?" There's very little in the way of a regional accent to the girls voice. It's got the same genericly American tone that you'd expect from a national news broadcast. And up close it's even more clear she lacks even the most basic of micro-expressions.

Stephanie Brown has posed:
Stephanie Brown accepts the offered sanitary wipe, cleaning off her hands with it. "Thank you," she says, her attention on the intriguing Vivian as much as on the cleaning and the man still groaning on the sidewalk. "Gymnast. Or was. Graduated and starting school at Gotham U soon. Don't plan to try out for the college team. Don't think I can spare the time, even if I was able to make it, with having to keep my grades up." Also the whole being a costumed crime-fighter thing.

A glance is finally given back to the cyclist purse snatcher. "That was kind of intriguing, the whole... ah... way you held on," Stephanie says with a little circular finger waggle towards the bag that suddenly became an immovable object as far as the thief was concerned. "Don't suppose you'd be up for meeting up sometime and talking more?" she says, glancing at her phone and seeing the time.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Oh," Vivian glances down at her feet. Faintly embarrased and, just for a moment, she actually displays the  appropriatemicro-expression. Almost as if she has to think about it... "Yes well.. I have been working out." Lies are perhaps not her strong suit. "But I would be happy to chat some time. I actually have a card if that helps." Indeed from her bag comes a business card that.. doesn't list a whole lot of information. Just a phone number and alpha-numeric email address both of which will prove incredibly difficult to track down to a normal person. The Bat-Fam might just be able to trace it to a generic holding company registered a few weeks ago in a non-extradition country.

"I suspect you have somewhere to be from your expression? If so I won't keep you any longer." She glances back at the tourist info. "Especially as I believe the next guided tour is started. It was nice chatting!" And with a nod she's off into the Rockefeller Center.