Owner	Pose
Roy Harper	Proving that the Bat Fam don't hold a copyright on pensive nighttime brooding, Arsenal is sitting on top of an empty supply truck that is parked in a group of trucks. One leg hangs off the edge of the truck. The other leg is pulled up to his chest and he rests his chin on his knee. The trucks brought food and toiletries earlier today for the refugees at the camp. Tomorrow morning they'll head back from whence they came to fill back up again. Luckily Bruce Wayne has deep pockets because funding these camps can't be cheap. Petty and violent crime has been on the rise in these camps, so Arsenal tends to spend at least some of his patrol time hanging near some of the them. He lets out a bored sigh. "Shoulda brought a Cherry Pepsi," he murmurs to himself.
Barbara Gordon	Batgirl was out on patrol tonight, standing atop a building not far from where Arsenal is. Her cape is whipping in the wind behind her back, as she stands with one foot on the edge of the building, her long red hair equally waving behind her shoulders. A breath is taken before she looks down at her left gauntlet as she rises it up and activates a small display on it. A ping comes across her system display now from the Oracle AI computer in the clocktower. A theft, of something particularly dangerous to have hit the streets... Babs looks around, then steps off the building and drops down in to the darkness below! A loud, powerful, rumbling echoes across the alleyway before the Batmobile, a light sport version, appears on the road, its large tires spinning on the pavement before catching and propelling the vehicle ahead, Arsenal would likely easily see it from his place.