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Tim Drake	Its not something that's been hidden for long, though many outside Gotham have just been chalking it up to Gotham being Gotham-- but the numbers of overdoses in the morgues and hospitals have risen sharply over the last month. Overdoses of what? Everything. Heroin. Meth. MDMA. PCP. Cocaine. Fentenyl. Alcohol. If it can be snorted, injected, drunk, or swallowed, use either seems to be up, or... perhaps just more lethal. Red Robin has been obssessing over this spike for some time now, and following the news, the patterns, and the whispers in the underground of what and where the next drug fuel party might be. His, Dick, and Jason's investigation into the rave a couple weeks ago hadn't exactly been a bust, but it hadn't gone as planned. It's early yet in the evening, not long after the sun has set. The summer heat is still practically melting the sidewalks... it's Jersey, though, and everyone already thinks it's hell already. Red Robin had sent out a call to Sparrow and Spoiler for an assist tonight. He's waiting for them to join him, skulking on the roof of one of the buildings across from Robinson Park on Migani island. He's in costume, of course, but on top of the costume is a non-discript backpack in black, the quietly clacks when he moves. It's filled with something. His lips are draw into a tight line as he gazes over the park, which is mostly quiet, only a few scattered folks moving about. Careful observation may show that some of those people are filtering into the old abandoned bathhouse.
Carrie Kelley	Sparrow had been doing general patrols for awhile to take the ease off of others who were focusing on other matters. Damian. Dick. Tim. Jason. Pretty much all had their own things going on, and she was just around doing the mundane work for awhile. There wasn't anything wrong with it, it gave her time to train more and spend more time with her current friend, but it also left her out of the loop on far too many things. She'd kept up with reading what reports there were. The growth in drug overdoses was worrisome. When Red Robin contact her about it she's quick to leave her usual areas to head for the coordinates he'd given. Heat or not she manages to get there in decent time. A small, nearly inaudible crunch of rooftop gravel beneath her boots is the only warning when she lands behind Red Robin, then a clearing of her throat. "Interesting choice of places. Last I heard this place was pretty much abandoned other than by vagrants."
Stephanie Brown	Spoiler's motorcycle was left far enough away that the noise of its approach wouldn't draw attention. The remainder of the trip was covered on foot, moving quickly between patches of dark. Upon reaching the building the caped figure didn't slow, using her telescoping staff to vault upwards and catch hold of a window ledge further up, making the rest of the climb to the roof short and sweet. It was a welcome break from her focus on unraveling some shell corporations involved in Falcone holdings. Investigation and training exercise in one as Batgirl had kept a mentor's watchful eye while letting Stephanie take the lead on it. But not the part of the crimefighting gig that called most naturally to the blond. She creeps over to join the other two, crouched low to limit any silhouette she might cast. "Was afraid you'd start without me," she says quietly. Stephanie gives a nod towards Sparrow, eyes visible in the mask she's chosen for tonight which conceals her from the nose down. "So what do we have?"
Tim Drake	"Hopefully a bunch of people who won't be dead in an hour," Red Robin says grimly. "My sources say there's going to be a 'dream party' in the old bathhouse... which means opioids, in quantity. I'm betting they are the new stuff that's been out in Gotham." He shifts, pulling his backpack off and putting it on the rooftop, opening it. It's full of a type of inhaler. "We may have to prevent some overdoses tonight. I don't want anyone else dying from this if we can prevent it."
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley frowns at the mention of that. "Honestly that sounds awful. Sleep party... ugh." She pulls a face, shaking her head before she tips a nod in belated greeting to Spoiler. A deep breath is drawn and she considers the bath house while Red Robin starts to get out the inhalers. "Good idea. We'll need something too if they're doing the old style opiod den thing. Those were rather smokey from everything I've read."
Stephanie Brown	Spoiler's gloved fingers pick up a pebble from the rooftop, tossing it idly back and forth from one hand to the other as she watches the people heading into the bathhouse. The sound of Red Robin opening up the pack draws her attention over, followed by a quick nod at the sight of the inhalers. "Any idea what's causing things to be worse than normal out here?" she inquires, looking back as two young men and a woman head for the bathhouse. "Anything worse about what people are using?" she inquires, not having had a hand in the investigation into it until now.
Tim Drake	"Some kind of... chemical component being added into the drugs. Seems to be an amplifier. I came across it with Ravager over a month ago... Falcone was selling it to his Royal Clowniness." Red Robin scowls darker. "We busted up the deal, and took the chemical for testing. Not sure what it is, or how it works exactly, but we have been seeing the results." He glances to Sparrow. "I was thinking it would be injection like most of the junkies on Migani, but you could be right. I don't want another incident like what happened at the rave... both of you have rebreathers?" He slips one of his own out of his utility belt, clipping the small half-mask over the bottom half of his face.
Carrie Kelley	"It would make sense to be done the 'old fashioned way' if they were using their location to be mood enhancing somehow," Sparrow points out with a small thoughtful frown. "Then again that could just be my own sense of theatrics playing to it. Either way though, yes, we'd best take all precautions." A wry grin is cast toward Red Robin and Spoiler as her hand dips to her belt to pull out her own rebreather. "Naturally. I was a girl scout you know. Always be prepared." "And I was wondering what that deal with Falcone and his drug was. Now that we know what it seems to be doing that can lead to an entire new series of tests to determine... Nevermind. For now, this is the matter we need to focus on." It takes a stern shake of her own head to get back on track. She'd been spending a bit much time with the sciencey types lately it seemed. "We know the main entrance, are there any other exits? If someone is purposefully lacing the drugs for this reason then they might be here tonight. Or at least one of their crew might be."
Stephanie Brown	Spoiler gives a small nod as she listens to the report on the cause of the uptick in overdoses. "Hrm. If I ever make it through these fake companies to whatever is at the bottom, can see if they have any kind of involvement in that. Hard to say what is hidden at the bottom at this point," Spoiler says. She gives a nod of her head though at the question of a rebreather and pats her utility belt. "Batgirl's still doling out the equipment slowly as my training progresses. Though we took down Ratcatcher and needed one for it," she says. Her costume has upgraded body armor, and Spoiler has an assortment of batarangs plus a grapple gun, but otherwise she's mostly still using versions of the homemade gear that she's used the whole time Tim has known her. Minus whatever he might have shared with her along the way.
Tim Drake	There is the slightest hint of a smile on Red Robin's face when he sees the other two are prepared. He kneels down beside the bag, beginning to dole out the inhalers to them both and himself, tucking his away in his utility belt and pockets. To Sparrow's question, "There's the main doors, and there's a back entrance but last I heard it was... broken. The door, that is. Not impossible to pry open but I doubt these folks will try. Still, never hurts to be prepared." He grins a little at that. He has a plan. Tim always has a plan. "I may have stopped by earlier today and made some... adjustments."
Carrie Kelley	It's an effort not to roll her eyes when Red Robin mentions the last part. Instead she focuses on tucking away the inhalers in various pockets that had room for extra. There always needed to be a few empty for samples, and other clues that may need to be taken from the scene of a crime. Now they were put to good use for this purpose. "Are you going to clue us in, or are we expected to figure it out for ourselves?" she sing-songs at Tim with a little chuckle, only to pause as her eyes flit toward the bath house again. An upward nudge of her chin is given to indicate the area. "Larger group just headed in. Looks like they might be about ready to start the party."
Stephanie Brown	Stephanie Brown takes some of the rescue inhalers when offered, slipping them into pouches of her utility belt and the matching utility garter about one of her legs. She spots the grin on Tim's face, and Stephanie looks over to Carrie. "Uh oh. I know that look," she says in a stage whisper, her eyes lit with the grin that can't be seen behind her mask. Her own rebreather is removed and fitted in place. It's a full face one, that having been needed against the poisons employed by the sewer-dwelling former exterminator. The mask is turned on and she takes a couple of breaths to assure it is all working well enough. "Ready," she says, their comms unit keeping her voice from being muffled at all. She looks to Carrie again to flash her a grin from behind the mask. "What's the point of a good plan if everyone knows it?" teases the member of the team least prone to planning.
Tim Drake	"Pshh." That grin he gives them is completely Tim for a moment before the Red Robin 'mask' settles back down. "It's locked, but I put a couple of servos on the new hinges and lock that will respond to these," and he tosses them each a small 'clicker' remote with a single button, "if needed. Which means..." he gazes towards the last group of people going in, "we should probably go help those who don't want to help themselves. We need samples of any of the drugs we might find there. I've got a emergency call to GCPD and the Brightman hospital queued, but we want to try and make it as easy on them as possible." With that, he mock-salutes the two and steps off the side of the building, his drop supported by the grappling line trailing behind him. Show off.
Carrie Kelley	Sparrow palms her own rebreather over her face, swinging her free hand back around to secure it in place with the strap behind her head. It suctions against her skin, form fitted specifically for her, and she inhales deeply a single time to ensure it's working properly. It is of course. All her gear was kept up to spec out of habit if nothing else. "Right then. Let's go save some lives." Winking toward the pair she strides to the edge of the roof and jumps... Of course she knew how to get down safely. A fire escape here, a flip there, and soon she was on the ground sticking to the shadows to duck inside herself.
Stephanie Brown	Spoiler is soon joining them on the ground. She used the grapple as well. Because it's going to take a long time for her to not celebrate every use of the automated gadget that works SO much better than the coil of rope she used to use. She looks over to nod towards the pair and then starts forward with them, using the dark spots, trees and bushes to make it to the bathhouse likely undetected. Once there she cracks the door open slightly to peek inside. Spoiler hesitates a moment, a hand up with a finger raised in a gesture to wait a second. Whatever it is that has her pause, is soon over and then Spoiler gives a little let's go gesture, slipping the door open only enough as needed to slip inside as furtively as possible.
Tim Drake	Inside, the abandoned bathhouse's graffiti covered walls are barely visible through the clouds of smoke. Sparrow called it. Just over a dozen people are inside the old bath itself, lounging on makeshift bedding made of a mix of beach lounge chairs, towels, old blankets, pillows obviously brought from home, even one person has one of those straw beach mats laying over the broken tile of the bath floor. Most of them don't even notice the entry of Red Robin, Sparrow, and Spoiler through the front door. There are are couple of folks who seem to have been recent arrivals, one who actually waves to the masked trio from her inflatable rainbow floatation device she's using as a lounger. <<At least the locals seem friendly,>> Red Robin notes over comms. <<You were right, Sparrow. They are inhaling it in a gaseous form. This may be good... less likely to kill them I think.>> He splits off of the other two, moving along the right side wall, giving the greeter a tentative wave in response. He sweeps the room. There are six hookahs of different sizes and shapes being passed around, and on either side of the old bath is something like a smudger, putting additional smoke in the air. Several of the party attendees are drowsing on their makeshift loungers.
Carrie Kelley	Sparrow allows the others to go first, taking up position just behind them through the door. Thankfully they don't seem to have to worry much about the issue of being seen. Other than by the girl on the floatie whom she waves to out of habit. It was only polite. <<Maybe. There's always an allergic reaction or some other respiratory distress to consider... but it won't be directly in their blood, not immediately at least. Airing the place out is likely one of the better options too.>>
Stephanie Brown	With Sparrow guarding the door, Spoiler moves further into the room, circling it near the wall on the opposite side from the path that Red Robin took. The costumed young woman walks at a leisurely pace as no one seems to be showing too much reaction to their presence. Over comms she says softly. << Nancy Reagan would be disappointed. Or was that the first Bush's wife. The Just Say No thing? >> She moves on past a couple lazing with dulled looks on their faces. The next person she sees ahead causes Spoiler to slow. << Oh Craig. So this is what you're up to. I guess hoping you went and did University of Phoenix online after dropping out was too much to hope for, >> she says as she looks at the boy about her age, brown hair in ratty and ill-kempt dreads who is laying stoned on some padding ahead of her. Spoiler pulls her eyes away with effort, her determination to find whoever is behind the drug den growing by measures.
Tim Drake	Red Robin frowns, though his expression is hidden behind his mask. He doesn't see anyone really 'in charge' here. A glance shoots to Stephanie as she sees someone she recognizes. <<Careful, Spoiler,>> he says softly into the comms, but now he hops down into the baths, moving to one of the people who seem to be asleep and kneeling beside him, checking his vitals. <<Pulse is slow, breathing is slowing.>> He gets up, gazing around. <<Sparrow, let's get this place aired out. Spoiler, put out those smokers, and lets get samples.>> He diverts one of the hookahs to get a sample from it. No one fights them. They are all in a daze, or passed out already. If he weren't masked, Spoiler and Sparrow would see sadness in his expression. This is horrifying. <<And keep an eye out. If anyone starts seizing or looking like they aren't breathing well, don't hesitate. They won't be happy to be brought around, but it's better than dying.>>
Carrie Kelley	<<Right. Airing out,>> Sparrow agrees as she opens the doors wide. Withdrawing a batarang she thunks it into the wall by the hinge to act as a doorstop ensuring that it wasn't going to swing shut behind her again. That of course left any windows to get open as well as the back door that Tim had set up. Windows first though if there were any to be found in the first place. She makes her way through the room doing just that and pausing to force an inhaler on anyone she comes across that seems as if they need it.