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Gabby Kinney The alarms at one of Gotham's hotels go off. Fire alarms ringing out though there was only the smallest sign of fire pouring out of a window. The fact that it was coming out of a broken window was in itself suspect: The windows on this hotel don't open. It's also on the topmost floor where the suites were. Thankfully it wasn't a Wayne Enterprise hotel, but another older sort that was known for hosting the occasional underworld sort.

As people flow out of the building seeking to escape the apparent fire, a figure on the rooftop wearing a Noh mask waits in the darkness. Waiting it would seem for the fellow whose hotel room was 'on fire' to burst through the fire escape door leading to the rooftop.

The suited man clutches a suspicious breifcase to his chest while looking frantically around for some means of escape, a phone pressed to his ear. "The fire was in the stairwell though! The door was hot! I'm on the roof it was the only way--Get me out of here or you're fired!"
Damian Wayne     Robin has been a little...sullen lately, more reclusive. Pensive. Tonight he is way, way, way up on the roof of one of Gotham's tallest skyscrapers. He is sitting on the edge of the roof, one leg hanging off the edge, the other knee pulled up to his chest as he rests his chin on that knee. He lets out a little sigh as he stares off into the night. Our little Batman-in-training is really honing his brooding skills this evening.

    He blinks a few times as he sees a light flare up from a tall hotel building. "Is that a fire?" he asks himself out loud. Oh, he also seems prone recently to talking to himself. He opens the 911 channel on his comm link and reports the fire, then he leaps fearlessly off the roof the skyscraper. He allows himself to free fall for a few moments for a couple reasons. One, he's much higher up than the hotel that is on fire. Two, it's fun! But eventually he fires his compressed gas line launcher and grapples over to the hotel roof to see what's going on.
Gabby Kinney The sight that greets Robin by the time he arrives on the roof is apparently an assasination in progress. There's a white haired woman wearing a Noh mask, decked entirely in black suiting. Bodyarmor. Knives strapped to her thighs. A katana on her back, and a few guns at her hips. Currently the man that had run onto the roof is face down sobbing while she has her hand tangled in his hair to slam his face down into the rooftop gravel.

"P-please I'll pay... anything... Please!" The man sobs which only causes the woman to stop beating his face down as she reaches for a knife with her free hand. Just in time for the swinging in Robin to catch her attention causing her to jerk her head toward him. If it weren't for the expressionless mask she'd likely be scowling.
Damian Wayne     Some people have to process their environment to decide exactly how to act. When Damian was just SIX YEARS OLD, taking time to think before acting would earn him extremely brutal beatings from his League of Assassins trainers. So before the second hand can tic once after his feet touch the roof, a birdarang is already in the air speeding toward the woman's hand.

    "Oh lady, you got the worst luck in the world, I'm afraid." That, of course, is said en route because Robin is already speeding in her direction. Now if *she* takes even a moment to think out her actions, this will be over before it starts. The youth moves like quicksilver.