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Cassandra Cain	OOC Note: The party is split. This scene is not happening in ust one room, but in multiple locations at once. It will likely be occurring over comms between members of each team, not much spoken. Do your best, I appreciate you coming. The Bat-computers have finished their analysis of the old Red Room tech found in the bunker below Gotham City. The groups are mostly out doing life things: patrols, selling stocks, talking to friends. Whatever you're doing. But when the systems finish, the signal finally manages to get out into the world. Invidious, the programs held within the Red Room have slowly managed to eke out a simple access, viruses fighting for their lives within the restricted firewalls of the Bats. But that signal, always reaching out, finally gets into the air. And in Russia a computer receives it, and a button is pressed. All of your systems light up. Something is being broadcast to the Americas. A message that the Red Room girls would know and have hoped to never hear. It's this: ubrat' svoy besporyadok. Which means 'clean up your mess'. Or, more directly... Kill Everyone Involved. Now. The Bats are also aware of both the signal going out and the response. They are, perhaps, less educated on what it means.
Natasha Romanova	The Red Room's codes are known to Natasha. As are it's encryptions. Poured into her brain at nearly the genetic level. Even if she didn't know them, Nadia can decrypt them in an instant. So it takes very little time once they have been identified for what they are for the Black Widow to deploy, after passing word along to thsoe over that she is in contact with and are available. This is a fight that none of them will take alone. Stalking towards the target area, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, is in full combat mode. Getting to Gotham was easier.     Gotham. A city that needs burnt to the ground if you were to ask her on some days and built up again. She's on an infiltration maneuver towards the location the broadcast has originated from. Having spent about five minutes getting the building data on the surrounding area and layout mid-flight, now she's deploying and headed to Earth, diving through the shadows and moving in.     Clicking her tongue to her comm <<If we move fast we may catch them alive. When we get what we want from them I don't care what happens.>> To her companion.
Barbara Gordon	Barbara is in the Clocktower. The lights are all off inside of it. But her computer terminals are all online. She's standing in front of them in her full Bat-gear, except for the cowl and cape. Those two elements are draped over a table beside her, incase she needs to leave hastily. "Oracle." She says to her A.I. system using the same name she used for years. "Keep all security systems active. Everything. Watching the entire area for any signs of ... anything out of the ordinary. We need to make sure that this is going to alert everyone 'out there' tonight, the second anything happens." The A.I. confirms with a voice not that different from Babs' own. "Everyone on comms tonight. This is the Clocktower. The signal was sent out. Whatever is going to come, is likely on its way. Be sharp."
Harper Row	Harper Row dwells inside her little hidey hole, nestled in an abandoned subway station, the wiring ganked and twisted and reconfigured to her specifications. The computers are a hodgepodge, picked up from junkyard and pawn shops and online auctions, a Frankensteinian patchwork of systems, five monitors surrounding her at different angles. She's wearing a black hoodie, purple tights and striped socks with toes. When the signal starts, she gets a few alerts, her half-polished fingers dancing over the keyboard as she gets Oracle's signal in her ear. "Bluebird recieves," she says into her headset mic, "Lemme know if you need me to go into meatspace and taze something stupid. I'll stay on comms and see if I can get a better look at the breach out here in the boonies," she says, the boonies being the more outlier systems connected to the over-all Batgrid.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd, the Red Hood, is engaged in his usual nighttime shenanigans. "You really," PUNCH. "Should," PUNCH. "Have thought," PUNCH. "About what you were doing." He tosses the man to the ground, stooping over to hogtie him with zipties. Not that the battered thug, one of the Penguin's, will be going anywhere for a while. The man just groans in pain. Jason straightens, dusting his hands when Babs comes over the comms. He says a naughty word before replying. <<Red Hood is live and available. Just got warmed up, too.>> He pulls a standard issued Bat Family Grapple Gun and fires it, the cable punching into concrete and hauling him skywards. <<I hope something shows up.>>
Tim Drake	The night that the Red Room tech had been discovered, Tim hadn't been there. But he's involved in the recovery and analysis of it all, one partitioned server stored in an ancilliary safe house dedicated to the task. The Roost and the Clocktower's systems ping each other with updates.     It's a process that Tim himself isn't paying much attention to. With Babs bringing her more prodigious technical skills to bear, he's happy to play second fiddle and focus on encryption-breaking, where he's best suited. Though that's not what he's doing now. Right now, he's wrapping up a patrol shift, leaning against his bike as he wolfs down a veggie burrito from the Burrito Bandits (tm), Gotham's first (and only) roaming, Wild-West themed Mexican food truck.     The Outsiders have a running tab.     He's mid-bite when the call comes over the comms from Oracle, so he uses the eye tracker in his domino mask's HUD to type out a quick reply message, which comes through as a thumbs up emoji. Then Red Robin shoves the last bite of his burrito into his mouth, balls up the aluminum foil and tosses it into a nearby trashcan (3 points!!! Is that how sportsball works?) and tears out of the parking lot, his quick exit marked by the sound of squealing rubber.
Dottie Underwood	Dottie Underwood grins. <<Da>> she says softly over coms, glad once again to be working with people who don't care what happens after. It's refreshing.
Cassandra Cain	The system on Babs' end tries to perform a relay function as it receives the incoming from Russia. It's fairly minor though, since Oracle pings Babs with an alarm. "Advanced systems attempting to find our location." It has long since been programmed to keep people from tracking signals to the Clocktower, of course it has. The fact that anyone's even coming close is basically a masterwork. Worth checking out. Natasha isn't stupid. She notes that the signal is coming from a location south of town, well into the suburbs. The chance of it being that simple is low. But a sudden explosion off to the west near a food production site - it can't be coincidence. A report comes in over Tim's comms - someone just assassinated a politician's wife, police en route. A fire breaks out up north, fireman on the way. All at once? Impossible.
Natasha Romanova	The Black Widow knows very well nothing is ever simple. Particularly with a cockroach that has had years, if not decades to burrow in to the area. <<Nadia, be a dear if you can and please run a trace?>> Spoken along the comms, even as she's tracking other radio reports, switching from police to military scanners and local civilian networks. Evaluating rapidly scrolling alerts and running probabilities.     <<Distractions.>> They're dismissed just as rapidly. Maneuvering in through the rooftops, Natasha is to the shadows as she works with her comrade from the Red Room. A woman that has suffered more than she has.
Barbara Gordon	Barbara's bat cowl and cape are gone from that table now... Out over the city she's flying through the air with her cape stiffened in the wind. She descends toward the south, her eyes scanning the horizon. "We have multiple situations pinging our monitoring systems. But so far none of it is something the PD and FD can't handle. Though if we have enough open people, its best to keep eyes on them, if you're nearby. I'm having the Oracle computer light the spots up on our GPS systems." Batgirl says as she sweeps across the sky. "The majority of us, report to the southern edge of town, toward where all of this began. If whatever masterminds are behind this want to mess with Gotham, well, we'll make sure they get memories going forward, as to why that's a bad idea."
Harper Row	Harper Row armors up quickly, slapping the makeshift plate and helmet into place. She looks at the cape she was thinking about using and shakes her head, "No cape," she says. Not ideal for when she's riding her motorcycle anyway. She's soon pulling out of the tunnels and heading towards, "Bluebird in flight," she says. "Are we sure the reports are even genuine? An easy distraction to put in a bunch of false alarms to keep the official types scattered and unable to respond. Might be an attempt to sap city resources."
Jason Todd	Jason is amped for a moment. He's ready to throw down with whatever this is, and everything goes to shit in an instant. So many calls. He grits his teeth as he starts doing the parkour thing over the rooftops, running, jumping and occasionally swinging through the night skies as he makes his way south. <<Heading your way, Batgirl. I'm an idiot and left my wheels at home tonight, so I might be a little delayed.>> He had really only planned to take a walk this evening. An enthusiastic walk.
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Ever since NOWHERE brought them together, Nadia has been cooperating with the Outsiders a fair bit. It is amazing the bonds that shared kidnapping and torture can forge. Which is to say when it comes to the analysis of Red Room tech, there are few better people to call in than someone who likely worked on developing or improving a lot of it. So it is, that Nadia 'the Waspette' Pym-van Dyne is at the Roost in Gotham this evening rather than say Metropolis in the Titans Tower, New Jersey at GIRL HQ, or New York where her parents and the Avengers live. To say the girl gets around would be a vast understatement. <<I rebuilt one of their comms, at least their comms as of two years ago. Though with the Science Class liberated I can't imagine they've changed them too much. Running a GPS trace of their position, triangulating from which GRU sattelites it is pinging. Relaying their probable position.>> She replies to Natasha through the comms. Probably because everything is probable at best where the Red Room is concerned, even if much of their capabilities should be in ruins after recent events, trust nothing. Nadia gets up out of her chair and shrugs off her favorite lab coat, already wearing her black and red Waspette armor underneath. Time to get dangerous.
Tim Drake	You don't have to be a Red Room-trained assassin to get ominous vibes from a message that says "Clean up your mess." You do have to speak Russian, admittedly, but there are plenty of Bats who can. Tim is one of them.     "<<All these reports at once? Kinda sus. Let me see who's online tonight.>>" A quick flick of his gaze to the side brings up a status list of Outsiders, and he switches over comms to a private line.     CONNECTING TO >> HONEY BADGER     Red Robin takes a corner hard enough that he can briefly feel the heat of friction as the outside of his leg where it skims against the ground. Thank God (well, Bruce) for ceramic plating. "<<Hey, Gabs, you busy? Have a few ongoing incidents that need looking into.>>" Pause for reply. The GCPD have set up a speed detector sign along the road, ahead of one of Gotham's perennial construction zones. It errors out because it can't display detected speeds more than two digits. "<<Cool. Might be nothing, but be careful either way. Sending you the coordinates.>>"     He cuts across a couple lanes of oncoming traffic to take an exit up onto the freeway. "<<I have an Outsider looking into the reports. ETA two minutes... four if I detour to pick up Red Hood. You need a ride?>>"
Cassandra Cain	With reports coming in, there appears to be no pattern yet. Not to the outside observer. A car blows up in downtown, ending the life of exactly one person - a chauffeur who had no real influence over anything but his own car. Then a report comes in from a laboratory where a hostage situation is in progress - that cuts off mid-report, as if something interrupted the signal. This is, basically, impossible. Gotham is too heavily monitored for anyone to have this level of infiltration. Yet here we are, as a single eighteenth floor office reports a gas explosion...and not one of these reports has anything that sounds like a force of enemies to send the teams to stop! Natasha gets something. Something weird, it's almost like a gut feeling. That an orphanage she sees in her travel...there's something here. Only a Red Room person would know it. But this is an important location. Harper gets it first. One of her improvised systems catches a hint of a weird signal that shouldn't be there, moving south. Then it's gone, but she caught a trace of it. Something in a modulating range, slightly off kilter of the regular tracer bands. There's so much to handle, Tim sending help out is ...it's a good start. But then Nadia's scans show something that would make even her start to get a shiver in her heart, spine, and possibly other places. Signals, all over Gotham. Oh god so many signals, all moving purposefully. And each one having a location near one of the police reports. Black Widows are cleansing Gotham City.
Jason Todd	<<Yeah, sure, fine,>> Jason replies to Tim, sighing to himself. This is so embarassing. He's never leaving the bike behind again. Not only because it has extra ammo storage. He swings through the air again, pinging out his GPS location to Tim before he hits the street. Luckily, it's not ''too'' busy out, so he doesn't have to shove many people out of his way as he runs. When Tim gets there, he will hop on the bike without complaint. Outward complaint, anyway.
Dottie Underwood	Dottie skirts along the rooftops, keeping to the shadows. Keeps pace with her companion. There's a pattern stretching out before them across the city. It's an old familiar pattern. one that pulls at painful memories.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would let out a low curse that's audible along the comms-net among her, Nadia, and Dottie. It's a very, very nasty curse that ran from the era of the Tsars adn was in popular use on the Eastern front. <<Scramble code frequencies and reencrypt. Paranoia mode>> No, the Red Room can't break the computer network or their comm signals. But Natasha is now too damned paranoid to let anything less go.     She then goes to click her tongue and speak along the comms <<They're in cleansing protocols. Destroy anything and everyone associated with their operations. No loose ends.>> She's running towards the orphanage now, if only out of a paranoid sense of familiarity. Gotham bred orphans. Orphans were easy recruits. Hardened, ignored by society. Learned survival skills. Could fend for themselves. Easy to acquire and condition.     Speaking along the comm to Nadia and to Oracle <<Give me a data dump>> Going to speak a location of the orphanage. Going to speak with Dottie via hand signals rather than radio. Pointing at the orphanage, and then hand signals for 'cover me, on point' as Natasha's going to ready to insert hereslf into the location. Out of little more than instinct. They'l never stop this many Widows on wipeout protocols in such a short time.
Barbara Gordon	Batgirl descends out of the sky to land on a column across the way from the southern site. She looks down at her holo-wrist monitor which is displaying the new pings that come up around the city grid. "There's too many signals coming in for me to even fully believe that they're all real." Babs announces over team comms. "But still, we need to assume that they are real, no matter if they are or not." Her eyes then look over to the site, her cape whipping in the winds as she draws in a breath. "All incoming team members, keep your wits about you. There could be infiltrations in our own systems too. Being that we don't have a full grasp on who our foes are in all of this, we equally don't know what they're capable of. Lets not let hubris be our downfall tonight."
Harper Row	Harper Row flags the anomaly she detected, dropping a notification to both Oracle and Tim in regards to its origins and whatever data she could collect on it quick. She rapidly projects a trajectory based on that brief flicker, "I'm gonna see if I can track this down. Of course, directions could change, mileage may vary, check local listings," she adds. She kicks her bike into a higher gear, leaning forward over the handlebars. Not easy to coordinate those things all at the same time while riding a bike, but then she-- Harper feels the shot graze her helmet, the homemade plate armor she installed making the round skid off the surface with a sharp spray of sparks, knocking her off balance. She gets a glimpse of a female figure retreating in the shadows of an alley as she tries to spin to a stop, losing balance a little bit and sliding her bike sideways into a pack fo trashcans, "Taking fire! Crashed al ittle but nothing broken and all my brains still here. Motherfudger!"
Tim Drake	Picking up Red Hood is as easy as a quick pitstop on the side of the freeway as it snakes its way through downtown, headed south to its eventual destination of mainland New Jersey and Bludhaven. Outwardly, Red Robin says nothing, but the corners of his mouth twitch as the bike dips slightly from Jason's added weight.     And then off they go.     There's only a limited amount of coordinating Tim can do hands-free. Especially when he's also trying to steer his bike around slower-moving vehicles in his way. This is where his notoriously obsessive need to plan ahead comes into play: he at least has a wide library of preset procedures that he can trigger, so that the Roost starts metaphorically battening the hatches. If anything's trying to worm its way into their systems, things are suddenly going to be much more difficult as systems interfacing with the outside world (and the world wide web) begin to disconnect themselves from the external-facing networks.     "<<It's a smokescreen. You seeing any patterns in the chaos? I'm not sure even the Red Room is capable of training out the evolutionary desire for pattern-recognition. Maybe there's something.>>"     When Bluebird comes over the comms, there's a moment where Jason nearly gets pitched off the bike (hope he's holding on tight!) as Tim executes a pinpoint turn and reroutes them towards Harper's GPS ping. Within moments, they're pulling up along the same street, sighting her and her bike in the distance. "You see which way they went?" he calls out.
Dottie Underwood	Nodding her acknowledgement with one sharp jerk of her head, Dottie lets Natasha take the lead. The Red Room has historically had a use for abandoned little girls. Orphans are convenient. She draws an ICER, but loosens the holster holding a deadlier weapon. A person to interrogate would be useful, but being alive at the end of the day is *more* useful. She'll be using her best judgement. Which should terrify everyone.
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia scrambles her comm as requested, though anything truly sensitive could always be routed through the entangled photonic qubit system that GIRL's comms use to send data. However, she has known Natasha long enough to know that it is best to humor her, especially in situations like these. <<A purge order? Do they even have enough agents left for that?>> Unspoken thoughts of the clone Natashas from the Greenland incident float through her mind, all of that was destroyed though... right? Right?! There is a long pause as the data seems to be confirming Nadia's worst fears. <<They're... all over the city, there's signals coming in from everywhere.>> Nadia says as she sends the data across the secure quantum link to Nat. Meanwhile, the Waspette has taken wing above the city darting across the sky on bio-synthetic wings towards rendezvousing with Natasha and Dottie.
Cassandra Cain	The orphanage is abandoned. Roped off. And there's a construction site right next door. It's definitely not a coincidence. No way in hell. But when Dottie and Nat both land, the security guards don't spot them. Security guards, plural, on a construction site. It's apparently a Wayne Foundation site, which is no surprise given how prolific the foundation is in this city. However. Ping. A silent alarm hits Babs and Tim both, alerting that someone has hit one of the alarms in the old Bunker that Cass was raised in. The one where we GOT the tech that set all of this off. Realistically it should have been the first place folks checked. Harper finds herself having to really move; whoever she's after is sliding underneath cars and climbing like a mongoose. They dive in through a window that's barely cracked, then she sees the female duck through a door inside. Female, smallish. Agile little bitch. She never tried a second attack, just a hit and run shot and then retreat. Good tactics for a small person. Of course Nadia would be nearby, the signal from the girl a blip on her system. And Dottie finds something odd. It appears to be a plate in the ground, which has seen better days. Older than either building, metal.
Natasha Romanova	Quick hand signal goes from Natasha to Dottie. Indicative of she's on point. Sweep and recon. Guards are to be ignored and bypassed unless they're threats. They might be Red Room operatives, or they could be rent a cops. Too unknown a thing to have to deal with unless it's a direct problem. Prioritizing. Natasha's hand has her pistol up and out, safety on. Gun pointing ahead as she's in full motion. Sweeping ahead, looking for anything that stands out to her in a quick, five second pattern of search before readying to advance again. They're on a tight clock here and they have maybe minutes. Each minute taken is more time for the Red Room to kill more people. In answer to Nadia's rising fears, Natasha can only speak in focused, harsh tones. A rare showing of rage from her coming out. <<Always more left.>> Her weapon snapping up as she's getting the data feed adjuctated by Nadia. <<Always more. We'll find this cell and stomp them out. Then any left one by one.>> A swearing of vengeance and rage. Very, very little broke Natasha's calm and focus. Coldness coming bcak up a moment later. No time to get emotional.
Barbara Gordon	Barbara stands at the peak of the construction site. She looks down at the location from above, with her red hair gently whipping in the wind around her shoulder from behind her cowl. Her wrist computer is used to summon up three of her bat-drones that fly in a circle around Batgirl before they quietly hum off toward the site itself. "Looks like we have a motion detector being triggered here." Babs says over comms. "Cass is not on comms either. Keep an eye out for her. We don't want to harm any friendlies." Barbara reports to the team. "My location is the construction site next door. We have security here though, so be careful around it. If they spot you, they may raise a ruckuss."
Harper Row	Harper Row slaps a button on her helmet, activating the built-in camera feed and sending it off to the team as a compressed streaming feed. "Her direction is away, as in 'she scootin' her little ass away before I whomp her ass'," she says. She starts to try and put in some pursuit, though, releasing a couple of drones from her beltline and sending them after her attacker, each of them equipped with taser equipment to zap her if they get the shot. Harper books it on foot, diving over a car hood and getting out her shock-baton in case she manages to get in close contact.
Jason Todd	Jason grimaces under his mask. He can ''feel'' the smug radiating from Tim. He knows his brother. He'll just have to pay him back for it later. Somehow. He is an expert on the motorcycle, so he seems to know exactly when to latch on to the bike and when he can go hands free. He clamps a hand on the back of the seat and holds on for his life at Tim whips it around. "Showoff." Harper might need their help, though, so it's worth it he supposes. As Tim blasts down the road, Jason checks on his guns.
Tim Drake	"I learned it by watching you!" Tim counters on automatic. And maybe that's why he keeps the throttle open for as long as he does, just to be annoying, so that when he brakes he has to brake hard. Forcing Jason to have to hold on again.     The sudden deacceleration is probably the only reason the sniper shot goes wide, impacting the brickwork of the building with a shower of dust. It doesn't take a genius to tell precisely how that bullet hole lines up with where Tim's skull would have been if he hadn't stopped short.     But Tim's kind of a genius, so he does the mental trig necessary to figure that out even as he's pushing Jason off the bike and diving for cover around a corner. "<<Sniper,>>" he announces over comms first, then "<<Keep clear of the streets.>>" Even Tim, usually pretty composed, is a little shaken by the near-miss.     That's for freaking out about later, though. For now, he reroutes himself to get back on Bluebird's trail, chasing after her even as she chases after... well, no one's quite sure about that yet, are they?
Dottie Underwood	Dottie squats to investigate the metal that caught her eye. She brushes away the dirt and grime. At the touch of her fingertips, the metal glows briefly. And with a click, unlatches. The sound echoes through the still night. The beam of a guard's flashlight skims the ground in her direction. Reacting instinctively, Dottie tugs on the plate. It moves. Lifting it up, she hurls herself bodily inside the hollow space below.
Cassandra Cain	Dottie, and whoever joins her, find themselves unnecessarily uncomfortable. The fall is a bit too short for comfort, but it creaks like bending metal. Very dark, the darkness of a pit. But there's rock encroaching on both sides. You find yourselves in a collapsed elevator shaft, which looks as if it has been crumpled like tissue paper. There is an elevator, which is what you're standing upon, but there is no way that elevator is going anywhere ever again. That requires that it be not crumpled into a ball, at least. Haper vanishes into the space behind a car, getting room to see what's going on. That's when Tim rolls up, but he and Jason don't see what Harper does: one of her drones getting picked out of the air by a small weapon, likely a pistol round. The second drone fires a shot, which causes a yelp. Taser strike successful! But outside another sniper shot goes off, aiming for the car that Harper is hiding behind. Natasha is there, when Dottie hurls herself into the pit. Babs is clearly able to see as well, but this is a location that Barbara Gordon does know. The excavation is a cover for OUR investigation! This is Cass' old bunker! And that...is the way they escaped, when the site blew up. Hmm. What to do.
Natasha Romanova	Dottie diving has Natasha snap around, going to duck down instinctively as the flashlight would sweep where Dottie was, teh sound of the hole being opened having her full attention. She goes to try and launch through the air a small taser grapple at the guard. Not knowing if he was a threat but that hew as in the way. Presuming it hit, it would latch onto him and pump his body with enough electricity to hopefully render him unconsciuos.. If falling down badly. She would take notice of Barbara, and then point at the tunnel and speak, "You're the local, so where does that go?" Her tone flat and unemotive. She would switch back to the comm and go <<Status?>> That sent to Dottie first, then along the open comms <<All units, update status and current state of engagement.>> Another comm sent to Nadia and then to Oracle along tightbeam <<If you can pull it up, give me a sewer map of the area and underground. If possible backup on satellite overwatch.>> Pistol out and around as now Natasha is on overwatch position. Gun up and out and ready to engage anyone or anything hostile, even as the sounds would fill the air of the distance of shooting and combat.
Jason Todd	Automotive craziness happens, and Jason swears under his breath with no further sass. Especially when that bullet goes whizzing by. He frowns under his mask, doubly so when Tim shoves him from the bike and around under cover. He hits the ground with a grunt and just stares at Tim for a moment before he extracts himself and gets to his feet. "You help Bluebird. I'll deal with that sniper." Should Tim look away for even a second, Jason is gone. If he doesn't look away, the Red Hood just retreats into the shadows and starts making his way upwards and closer towards where the gunfire is coming from. He's quick, but methodical. He, after all, learned from the best.
Barbara Gordon	"This site was put to fire." Batgirl says over comms. "What value it has still is a mystery." Batgirl is still up high but her drones are providing quite a view over the site for anyone wanting to use the team systems to view the feed. She looks down toward Natasha's presence. "We garnered as much as we could. I'll send it to you now. But this place is a mystery, in every way that a mystery can exist. Even JJ Abrams would be confused by it." Batgirl seems to be content in providing her overwatch from high up in the sky, as she watches others arriving too.
Harper Row	Harper Row keeps her head down when the shot bangs off the car she's hiding behind. Seeing that Tim and Jason have arrived, she enters in a code on her controls to make the remaining drone point a spotlight down at the target, "There she is! Punch that binch in the face!" she yells over the top of the car. Finally, she pops back up with a modified paintgun that fires tear gas grenades, lobbing a few shots in the direction of the sniper to try and flush them out, "Take a deep breath of this, fool!"
Tim Drake	Leaving the sniper to Red Hood is an easy choice. Number one: face covering helmet. Number two: he trusts his brother.     And Bluebird is a member of the Outsiders, not just a Bat, so Red Robin feels an extra level of obligation to back her up. Still, he's not just going to move from point A to point B in a straight line, not with a sniper on the loose, so it takes him a few moments to get into position.     The mic at his throat picks up his sub-vocalization of "<<Punching's not really my thing,>>" as the telescoping staff snaps out in his hand. Tim zeroes in on the sound of the yelp that Harper's drone attack elicits, and a grenade containing anesthetic gas from his utility belt takes point.     Red Robin himself dives into the fray a second later, rebreather sealed over the lower half of his face and electricity crackling from the ends of his staff.
Cassandra Cain	A few things happen all at once. Jason finds himself on the rooftop, the sniper turning from her location. She pulls out a knife and a pistol, engaging with him without an instant's hesitation. Female, American features. Perhaps sixteen years of age. Red tinge to her eyes, as if she's got something in them. Moves like a cat, aims for lethal points first. She comes at him low, using her lesser height to advantage. Smart fighter, having avoided Harper's shots. Tim and Harper enter the room where their target was...and find her unconscious. Dark skin, but also young. Female. Clearly out from the multiple stun assaults. Armed...but out cold. And Nat gets knocked for a loop out of nowhere. A shadow comes from nothingness, as if it were never there and suddenly was. Even Babs, who was watching, didn't see it until it moved. Nat's head rebounds off of the metal plate, then starts to fall down the shaft toward where Dottie is working on the door. Then the shadow turns to look toward Babs. Cassandra Cain, eyes looking red, as if she's got something in them. As she drops a grenade down the shaft, then slams it shut. Not a word out of her. Red Room.
Jason Todd	The good news is that Jason has located the Sniper! The bad news is, she's got a gun and knife! The Red Hood rolls his shoulders and drops into an Aikido stance. Being that he is working in his dad's house, he's gonna hold off on the murder. This time. His right hand twitches, though, like he wants a weapon in it. He waits for her to come at him, redirecting her knifeblows with his wrists and hands as he can. Not being perfect, he miscalculates and takes a slash to the ribs for his trouble. Hissing in pain, he goes on the attack, lashing out to use his superior size and strength to his advantage in an attempt to immobilize. <<Got a live one, here!>>
Dottie Underwood	<<I'm in an elevator shaft.>> Dottie reports. <<Non-functional, judging by the remains of the elevator that I'm standing on. Extremely non-functional. But come on in; the water's fine.>> Triggering the light on the end of her weapon, Dottie steps off the pile of metal and rubble to investigate. She sweeps the beam over her surroundings. And is greeted by three bare walls and a closed metal door -- the exit to the shaft. It's only half-blocked by the collapsed elevator detritus. Dottie elegantly scrambles down the jumble of twisted wreckage. On the way down she picks up a convenient piece of scrap to pry open the exit. She places her weapon within hands's reach, positioned to shine the light on doors. And shoving her makeshift pry-bar into the crack, she leverages her bodyweight against Time to see how far this rabbit hole really goes. That is until the small ping of a grenade bounces down the elevator shaft after colliding with Natasha. Spinning around, Dottie snatches up her gun and, sighting the trajectory of the falling object in the beam of light, launches herself against the wall, leaping up to catch the falling object. With a flip, she lands once more on the top of the rubble, explosive clutched in her fist, striker lever still pressed against the body of the grenade. Dottie underwood pulls a hairpin from her brunette curls and deftly inserts it into the safety, securing the lever into place. Now she has a grenade. Fun!
Natasha Romanova	There's a grunt from Natasha Romanoff as she's ambushed up top. The attacker was fast. Faster than anyone else in the Red Room. Natasha's very, very good and she's on alert while sweeping the area, on edge as there are an unknown number of hostiles.. And she's -still- hit faster than she could even track and she's dropping down hard. She can only slam out an arm to grab hard over onto the wall as she would tumble, snapping a warning over along the tac net <<Hostile! If possible engage her and take her down!>> Natasha's essentially clinging on one hand in a place in the wall that there really shouldn't -be- any ability to hang on to and hold herself. Which is where some of the standard issue gloves with webbing adhesives on them. Four fingers on the wall holding herself up with her arm dislocated. Dottie's sudden movements beneath ehr have ehr snapping her attention down to be ready for backup.. Then there would be a low bark of laughter in the tunnel. "Well done." She would speak in Russian. Only audible to the two. Then she's going to immediately drop on down. <<The cover's sealed on top, we're not going to be moving it without cutting our way out>> They didn't have the time for that. Then along hte comms to Batgirl <<Update us on pursuit. Is there anything -underground- that is worth pursuit or should we seek an alternate route up to the surface to assist?>> She's going to inspect the elevator shaft even as she looks at Dottie's new toy.
Barbara Gordon	Batgirl's three flying drones all react to the situation down the deep hole. One of them turns on a bright spotlight, while the other two start lighting, and dropping flares toward the ground. This will draw attention toward them, but they're pretty high up! The sizzling flares burn bright hot in the dark, and fall toward the ground to provide additional light. Batgirl takes to the skies again, just stepping off of the ledge she was on. Her cape pops open, srpeads out and slows her descent as she makes a quick falling arch toward the ground herself. "We have a hostile up here." she says over comms as she swoops down toward the shadowy figure.
Harper Row	Harper Row leans over her assailant alongside Tim, "Helmet-cam, activate CSP-lowlight," she says and the camera in her helmet starts to snap forensic pics of the unconscious woman to start scanning her identity for any matches and to document her for future reference. Not that she expected the girl to turn upanywhere. "Looks like your good old fashioned pawn in the war machine," she sighs. "I'd talk about the evil of child soldiers, but I'd have to post, like, a self-deprecating emoji to go along with it, I guess. Young or not, I'd still like to pop out a few of her teeth for sport. That helmet shot was a little too fraggin' close," she says, moving to ziptie the girl so she's 'cuffed and stuffed' for retrieval.
Tim Drake	Between the taser zaps and the anesthetic gas, Tim expects whoever it is that he and Bluebird are standing over will be unconscious for a while. Still, he crouches down to put some cuffs on her. Abundance of caution and all that.     "Yeah, you're telling me. Just managed to miss getting headshotted out on the street," Red Robin says as he stands back up. "Speaking of."     His head tilts to the side as he reaches up to his ear. "<<How's the sniper hunt going, Red Hood? Need some backup?>>"     Though he doesn't stick around for an answer. Harper might have to be the one to respond if Jason actually does request help, because Tim's making his way back out to the street and towards Babs as she goes after whichever of the shadowy assailants she's found.     Little do they know it's Cass!
Cassandra Cain	Jason finds himself dealing with a viable threat, which isn't what you say often when facing someone half your size and a third your mass. She's angling for a shot with the gun, but she's not wasting her ammunition. She keeps going for the center mass or the brain, which does make her a bit predictable but no less lethal. A scrabble, a movement, and a sidestep puts him in close. He finds the pistol in his hand (nice move!) but she's still holding onto it as well. And she's gone and gotten the knife stuck in his leg. Well, that'll do it..now to deal with the girl. Strangely, Harper and Tim do find the girl in the databases. She's just a person, nobody special. She has a part time job. She's a Gothamite. Which means the others are too? People who don't stand out. So, the perfect spies. Tim's system would tag her name though. She was on the list of students in the Bunker's files. One of the girls that they couldn't pin down. Now we know where they went: they just...dispersed into the population. Got lost in the masses. Like Cass did, until she came to the Bats. The sound of fighting aboveground is likely the only clue that Nat and Dottie would get that Babs is busy with the hostile. But even that doesn't last long, and after a moment the latch opens and the panel with it. Batgirl, standing there above them. Alone.
Natasha Romanova	There's a neutral look on Natasha's face as Batgirl appears above her and Dottie. If Batgirl's come to get them than their attacker has escaped. "Where are the rest of the deployed field units? We'll go to back them up now if they need it. Here we should do a more thorough sweep of later when damage control and containment has been finished. And we'll review the data you have on here in more detail." That has Natasha look over at Dottie. Steeling herself to not show the pain on her face. They've lost this round. but there will be others. This is just one battle. "Tell us where we can go to help best." Any sort of attempt at getting immedaitely useful data is gone. So they're on secondary objetives now. Unless Dottie has another idea, grenade in hand.
Jason Todd	The good news is that Jason manages to wrestle the gun away! The bad news is that he has a knife in his thigh. What might give the Widow pause is that he laughs about it. "You're not bad, kid," he says, his voice modulated just enough. He hucks the pistol away, taking the barest seconds to yank the knife out. Alfred will give him stitches. ... Or even better, Julia. Just keep that thought to yourself, Jason. With his luck, Alfred will make Damien do it as practice. Eyes on the prize, Todd. Take this girl down. He moves suddenly, throwing the knife back at the Widow from his right hand. He aims slightly to the left in order to entice her to the right. At the same time, using the patented Bat Misdirection<tm> he pulls a bola from his utility belt and throws it at her with his left hand, hopefully predicting her dodge pattern correctly.
Dottie Underwood	"If the city is already on fire, we should open this door," Dottie says, gesturing to the elevator shaft's underground exit. "It could be what they were trying to scrub. Unless you already know about this place..." She looks up the shaft at the outline of Batgirl, one eyebrow raised.
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would take a moment to consider, "Good point. The rest of us don't have the time to pursue this as thoroughly or with your drive and skillset. I hereby authorize you to divert yourself from your primary mission objectives to engage and pursue the assets that have gone to ground. You have the skills to pursue and engage them if necessary. You are an unkonwn quality in the matter to the majority of them." THey're young. Dottie's been playing this game of spy and saboteur as long as Peggy Carter.     "Your primary objectives are information gathering. Engage if you feel you must but we need them tracked down before we can neutralize them. We have to catch the spider in her own web before we garotte her." Black humor of a sort between two women of the old school.     "Consider permission given to hunt. Report back in regularly to update us."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Speed is something there really is never enough of. It's not like Nadia needs an excuse to upgrade any of her gear, though after this she'll probably be finding a way to add a turbo function to her wings. 60mph sometimes just doesn't cut it when seconds count. So it is that Nadia finally arrives on scene after the majority of the action has passed. <<Is everyone okay?>> Really she has little doubt that they are given who is involved, but instinctual questions are instinctual. <<I can't believe there was some sort of facility here all along.>> It is the sort of revelation that is common with the Red Room, completely undermining one's sense of security. It's not really paranoia so much as common sense when Department X is involved.
Cassandra Cain	It all goes perfectly. Perfectly wrong. In Jason's minds eye he can see what happened afterwards. The girl didn't react right, she dives to one side, but it's all wrong. He can see it coming, as she dives into the oncoming knife's path. And she takes it, right in the chest. She clearly saw it coming, why would she do that??? Why? Those red eyes. She looks at him as she dies, with those red eyes. Dottie and Natasha would stay in the pit, the door opening for them. Dim emergency lights show the wreckage of a circular area: a bunker with a new but familiar setup. The old Red Room silo is being excavated, kept under cover and quietly. Still mostly buried, there isn't much to see yet, though Nadia's scanners would pick up computers and systems far deeper than anyone could expect. The handlers had abandoned it years before, the girls gone to ground. Until today. Whoever that was that Babs fought, it was not Cassandra. The fighting style was all wrong. Cass doesn't use kill moves. She doesn't toss grenades down onto people. She's not a psychopath. And yet, Babs got a good look at her face. That was her. Damnit. That was Orphan.