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Phoebe Beacon     The police feeds from Midtown were alive tonight, in a light, drizzley spring rain that made rooftops extra hazardous to run around on this late into the night. The uplighting made everything shine oddly, and it was sometimes difficult to judge your jumps unless you were very, very used to the traffic.

    Which is why there was a report of serial purse snatching. Black hooded young person coming up behind to snatch purses. Robberies. A broken window and a smashed car all following the same disappearance of an item from an art show, by the same hooded figure in black tech pants.

    So the story goes, anyway, that the police have been taking sightings of the same hooded young person doing the purse snatching, car break ins and assorted other devilry up on the rooftops of Gotham's Midtown.

    Along with the report of: "What do they think they are, The Batman?"

    And so *a* young person in a black hoodie, midriff-baring and black techpants slides along the metal rooftop of a building, springs, and crosses an alleyway in a leap, trying to lose the police.
Helena Bertinelli Huntress had been out following a lead on a small time fence for the DeSantis mob family. While surveiling for Tommy Seven Fingers, the chatter about a runner on rooftops not many blocks away. Without any active leads on Tommy, she opted to check into the GCPD chase. Rooftops were more her baileywick than theirs. She ate less donuts after all.

A few grapple swings and alley jumps later, she had positioned herself a few blocks south of the last reported position. Standing atop an old rusting water tower, she scanned the rooftops for movement.
Phoebe Beacon     A rooftop runner is infiniately more interesting than Tommy Seven Fingers. Honestly and Truly. NO, no that's probably far more interesting, but at least the runner is active.

    The runner can be seen, a matte black shadow among the varying grays of the city's shining rainscape, shifting subtly as they skid, and change direction, coming closer to Huntress's position, slinging themselves across another alleyway, hooking an arm into a fire escape and ducking down low as the reds and blues of Gotham's Finest speed by -- while the figure appears to catch their breath.

    Lack of donuts or no, it's hard work running roofs!
Helena Bertinelli Roof running in Gotham is absolutely an aquired skill. One that can be developed but that takes time. Huntress watched, impressed that the runner could hold their own as well as they were. And to give GCPD the slip with just a smooth move was worthy of appreciation. Not many could do that. But the figure was being pursued as a person of interest with the robbery reports and that meant, appreciation or not, they weren't going to just get away.

Dropping down, Huntress landed softly and approached the figure from behind while they were resting a moment.

"Sure is a lot of traffic on the rooftops tonight. Don't happen to know anything about all that, do you?" she asked quietly from the rooftop across from the figure's current perch.
Phoebe Beacon     "... something about an art show theft is what I heard." the hooded figure replies back, voice breezy and feminine before she turns her gaze upwards, light catching a little on the chin of the figure, staying low as Helena makes her approach.

    She breathes out, Balm stretches her hands, her head tilting as she regarded The Huntress.

    "Let me guess -- not Batgirl?" she offers, an almost casual tone as she braces a moment against the fire escape.
Helena Bertinelli Huntress almost smiles. "No. Not Batgirl. She had to see A Man about A Thing on the other side of town instead. So instead you get Huntress." She studies the figure. "So, yes. Something, something, art theft. Purse snatchings. Robbery in all its basic forms. Typical Saturday night in Gotham."
Phoebe Beacon     "And here I thought I'd be bored -- track down who's doing the trouble?" the hooded person replies, and then she looks up to the rooftop.

    "Unless you think *I* am the one snatching purses, but that's not really my MO. Usually I'm on the other side, the purse-snatching-catching."
Helena Bertinelli Huntress dropped down on her haunches as she continued to watch the figure. "Gotham is many things. Boring has never been one of them." A non-committal shrug was offered, "Too soon to tell if you are or aren't. But you certainly match the description flooding GCPD's frequencies."

"So if you're not the actual perp, it would probably be a good idea to let me know who you actually are. You don't match up with anyone I know who has Blessings of The Bat to be following his line of work."
Phoebe Beacon     "Balm." she replies, and motions down "Friend of Red Robin's. And Robin's." she pauses. "And I'm familiar to Red Hood." she replies, and then a little bit of nervousness in her voice creeps in.

    "... which I suspiciously don't currently have a radio or cell phone to call any of them on. Horribly inconvenient." she states, shifting her weight a moment.
Helena Bertinelli Huntress wasn't the sort of vigilante to cut anyone a break. She wasn't the sort to opt for the path of least resistance when it came to conflict or fighting crime in Gotham. Most criminals that have crossed her path have ended up limping home, or riding to the hospital with one of her bolts impaling their persons somewhere. Sometimes with more than one.

This time, however, Huntress just nodded slightly at the proclaimed affiliations. Turning her head, right hand touching her ear, she murmured for a moment. Another nod as she looked back toward the figure. "That's okay. I've got mine. It's your lucky day as Oracle assures me you're on the right side of the line. Nice to meet you, Balm. So.. what's going on? GCPD doesn't bother with rooftops for just petty theft. Why're they mistaking you for the the real perp?"