[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre

[The Silver Muse]

The Louvre Museum was a natural gathering place for the masses. The building itself was a glittering piece of artwork in modern and ancient architecture. Rich or middle class, the public was always an ardent participant of its exhibits and presentations. Tourists, of course, made up the greatest bulk of any attraction. The visitors that were now mulling about the exhibit halls after hours belonged to just that. They were also among the rich and famous, most of them, many who had been invited as generous benefactors and contributors to a new section of the museum which was opening. Others were simply there by interest and avidity alone, but none for no reason. Oddly enough, it wasn't for the Mona Lisa.

It was a privileged event. Its attendants were decked out in their fabulous gowns and comely suits. The silk and rhinestone sequins, the brand names and make, might have rivaled the cost of the décor around them. Ceramics and tapestries were set up along an array of exotic plants to depict history from South America’s tropical rain forests and creatures. Some of the foliage itself was carved out of jade, the natural highlights and contours of the precious stone alternating pale green and dark emerald by a whim of nature. A number of furs and animals were also displayed, glass eyes docile and thoroughly dead as they prowled behind glass cases or amongst the very aisle way. Those she held a remarkable distaste for.

A few of the most priceless, as well as bizarre, pieces were the jewels. Lined in rows and rows of glimmering wealth, carved from old knowledge and withstanding the tests of time, precious metals and gems gleamed beneath the flattering lighting beaming down upon the bed of lush velvets and cushions. While everyone might have sported their own trappings, it was the bead upon beads of water opals, the sizes of the diamonds, and the elaborate carvings upon a single pendent, that caught the most attention. Maybe professors and antique collectors entertained groups of other intellects for conversation. Others mulled about in their groups and social circles, greeting one another politely and commenting every now and then upon whatever was at hand.

A tall champagne glass resided within the clutch of her slender fingers. The lady stood, surprisingly, alone. A dark red dress draped her form, subtly drawing attention to and flattering her curves and the pale of her throat. She was just another honored guest, one that had donated a large sum of money to the exhibit which was intended to preserve the beauty of the rain forests that the exhibit only temporarily attempted to capture and portray. A rather somber expression seemed to mask her fair features, crimson lips pulled to a slight frown as her crossed arms and green gaze looked down upon a particularly peculiar necklace in its display case. Tiger eye stones. Common enough from any novelty rock tumbler, but unique because of its age, design, and origins. The concentric circles in each truly did seem to gleam like a dozen tiger's staring up from the black velvet. She appeared to be contemplating something, if only they knew what.

 

[Methos]

The party had started but one of its expected guests was running quite fashionably late. However, the sound of helicopter blades whirling rather loudly were soon heard as a black helicopter descended through the night sky and thereafter soon landed upon the cobbled stones before the Louvre. The distinctive logo of Wayne Enterprises was seen upon its tail and as it landed the doors slide open and a moment later the tuxedo clad form of its rather dapper occupant emerged from the helicopter with what appeared to be a trio of blonde Russian tennis players.

Clad in suit so finely tailored that it looked expensive even in this gala environment, Bruce Wayne entered the party with a bevy of girls on his arm. A grin graced his lips as he looked around the crowd. A hand was raised to wave as he sauntered within, acting very much as though this was entirely normal and he did it all the time. After all he was Bruce Wayne, he sort of did. If nothing else being filthy rich was the sort of thing you have to take advantage of and really enjoy.

A number of people rushed towards him to greet him and like some sort of king he politely smiled, waved and greeted them all in turn. At one point he leaned in towards one of the girls who were there with him and idly inquired “Why are we here again?” In a heavy Russian accent she murmured “Something about saving the Rainforest.” He nodded “Ah yes, I do like breathing, rainforests are good.” He stated rather airly as he looked over his shoulder “Where’s the guy with my big cheque?

As though the question having been asked a fellow holding a rather large novelty cheque for a million dollars was lagging behind from the helicopter. Bruce paused as he waited for the fellow to catch up and then managed to halt the general murmur of the crowd as a microphone was brought to him as he remarked “Thank you everyone, I just wanted to say I’m happy to be here. This is a lovely party – and the rainforest is definitely a good cause. So I wanted to show my support and donate a million dollars to saving the rainforest.” With that said the large cheque was presented and then Bruce Wayne wandered over towards the bar.

 

[The Silver Muse]

It seemed that the terms for fashionably late applied in Paris just as much, if not more, than in Gotham where the man hailed. As the raucous sounds from the helicopter called for all their attention, dozens of gazes were drawn up to the glass ceilings and the bespeckled stars past the sheer black metal. Several left their posts and observations to go and see the spectacle, while others slowly ambled along, all of the movement flowing towards the entrance where the attention grabbing idol would soon appear. Very few stayed behind. It might have been planned, the way the masses simply seemed to form around the source of light and charisma emanating from a very quick and brief speech, and how quickly the microphone was brought up.

As the awes and applause rose up in the main lobby of the eastern museum wing, she passed a glance backwards on her way towards the lounge area. She had given quite a sum to the charity ball, but no where near the offering Mr. Wayne had heralded in. It wasn't so much that she was envious or indebted, but the airs he had put on gave her some need to be distant from them. It was rather suffocating, showing off. And there would be plenty of opportunities to be introduced to a man who needed no introduction during their night there, certainly.

A scholarly looking man in a white suit was explaining the intricacies and economy of Gotham City, spurred by the new arrival. It was to that little gathering that she lingered to hear and learn more. Overbearing as the young multi-billionaire was, it didn't hurt to know what she could. Her presence was noted when she gave that acquaintance a small smile. It was all it ever took.

"Ah, Ms. Kyle, you've not yet been introduced to Mr. Wayne have you? I'm sure you appreciate the donation as much as our museum does." The PhD began, offering his arm as an escort to her. He was one of the few there that she respected to some degree, and was one of the better people for it. "While his contribution was anticipated, it was far more generous than who'd have ever thought. Perhaps you two have something in common."

"Perhaps." Selina supported, despite the shadow of doubt. "Is he always doing this?"

"The helicopter or the check?"

"Both," she grinned, her dark eyes picking apart the crowds.

"Well, why don't you ask him for yourself?" Professor Trepany suggested, the group that had gathered around the man of the hour noting their presence. The enigmatic woman and the elderly official made a rather striking pair. "Welcome to France, Mr. Wayne. If I might introduce to you the director of this particular charity project, Selina Kyle."

"I thought I'd express my gratitude on behalf of the endangered species you've spared tonight," She continued with a lightness to her tone. "Tell me, what prompted such a generous whim?" The attention of the people around them became focused and polite. Inquiring minds might want to know. "Thinking about adopting a stray panther in the future?"

 

[Methos]

Bruce Wayne indeed seemed to have arrived and subsequently become the focus of the attention of many at this particular function. Oh undoubtedly some of the locals thought his arrival slightly ostentatious but his reputation as a whimsical, affable American playboy tended to precede him. Beyond that being the richest fellow in the room tended to give him a him license to behave however he wanted. A bottle of champagne was popped open at the bar as various party going came to great him, commend him on his generosity and naturally women arrived to faun over him.

He very much looked the part he was expected to play. His facial features were strong and solidly masculine in their disposition. Dark eyes and dark hair met tanned skin and an easy, casual smile to give him a rather charming appearance. His form seemed rather fit with the tailored suit he wore displaying it to some degree. A good breadth to his shoulders was also displayed. A glass of champagne was in his hand and he seemed to be drinking from it readily enough. His other hand gesturing as he related a joke of some sort or another.

As Professor Trepany and Selina approached him he idly noted “And there is a man after my own heart – here at a party with a woman half his age.” Those who lingered about him laughed in an appropriately sycophantic manner. However, he simply grinned to the two of them and nodded slightly as he noted “Evening to both of you, if you haven’t heard I’m Bruce Wayne.”

“Ah yes, it is a pleasure to be here in France. I don’t think think I’ve ever been to France when its this cold outside. Usually I’m on the beach in Provence, enjoying the sand and the …view.” He grinned as it seemed a more appropriate answer than ‘the women’. “As for whether you might introduce me to Ms. Kyle I suspect you just have. Not that I’m one to complain of being introduced to striking women. A good evening to you then Selina.”

“Ah the generous donation, well you see I was sitting on my couch watching some tv and my keys fell out of my pocket. I had to turn over the cushion to retrieve them and found some spare change, so I thought I’d pass that along.” The remark provoked laughter from those surrounding them and he took a ship of champagne before shrugging his shoulder slightly. “But more seriously Selina, I just try to do my part to make the world a better place. Perhaps I’m just more fortunate than others is being able to do a little bit more.”

He winked to her as he noted “And I don’t know about stray panthers, but I’ve been known to keep things which followed me home.”

 

[The Silver Muse]

She was mildly amused at the answers he gave. While the chorus of laughter bubbled up around them, rising to the surface like the sparkling champagne, a small quirk curved the corner of her lips, lilting with the loft of a fine chestnut tinted brow. She was likely far more critical of him than the others might have been, attempting to see the real reasoning or motivation behind his splurging of monetary fancies. Russian women, of all ethnicity, that suit, his smile, and the apparent comfort and company of being the center of all attention. Not all rich play boys were quite as exuberant as this one. Maybe there was a reason for it. Then again, maybe not.

"You must have quite a collection, then." Selina remarked, biting back the notion of suggesting a zoo even if it was implied. "Does the one here interest you at all, Mr. Wayne? Maybe you were watching a documentary on forest preservation and natural history when you turned that cushion over. Perhaps I could enlighten you?" It was only polite of her to offer. In some sense, she was obligated to. No matter how little he cared for the cause he had unintentionally joined and no matter how little she cared for him. Still, even if forests were the last thing he worried about, there was something about plunging necklines and blond hair complementing red dresses that might have kept his attention.

While it was rude of him to refuse her at the event, and after his donation, she didn't hold any expectation that was too high. Either it would reflect badly upon both of them, or it wouldn't. For all she knew, maybe he did enjoy all the shallow pleasantries and aimless conversation amongst so many human predators. Depending on how long he had been playing his part as the attention grabbing jewel, he might have even intrigued her. After the initial distaste cleared from her palate of first impressions, anyway. So much money and only so many ways to spend it. If only everyone were so fortunate.

 

[Methos]

Bruce Wayne did indeed appear to be rather comfortable being the centre of attention. His manner was easy and he seemed to let charm and humor readily spring from his lips to keep those about him amused. Although there seemed little serious about his comportment, he seemed to be there for a good time – not a long time. Whether he came across as brash or suffocating in the manner that attention seemed to fix on him likely depended upon the observer, although if nothing else he seemed to enjoy playing the part life had dropped him into.

He simply grinned as he noted “I do have an acquisitive nature.” He remarked agreeable enough. Bruce smiled as he noted “Well I know that the rainforests make sure we all have air to breath. That seems relatively important.” He offered her a bemused smile as he noted “Probably a bad precedent to set to agree to let you explain everything you think I need to know on the subject – after all now people are going to expect me to learn about cancer, child poverty and the inner workings of hospitals.” He chuckled softly as he shook his head “Ah but who am I to refuse a beautiful woman?” He smiled to her as his eyes did indeed linger on the plunging neckline of her dress. He did indeed seem interested enough in that to humor her.

He retrieved himself a glass of champagne and then casually strode over to her and slipped his arm about her waist. Thereafter, a rather bemused smile graced his lips as he noted “Enlighten me then.” He grinned slightly “Since you have all the answers about what’s going on with this particular cause. After all you now have the opportunity to convince one of the richest men on earth that this is all terribly important.” He chuckled softly “No pressure.”

 

[The Silver Muse]

Those were rather surprising words. Did he really not know or care where that money went to? Selina couldn't help but to wonder. With metastasis, world hunger, and health care systems, were they just another noble concept, each as in depth as the mere knowledge for 'breathing'? So he knew air was vital. Impressive. She reserved her comments even as they became relatively alone within the bauble of a world that he had agreed to accompany her to, drawing him away from the social circle and the crowd.

"No pressure at all," Selina agreed, the curve of her hip lightly tapping against his as she turned out of his grasp, the return of her revolution sweeping up his arm to a more gentlemanly posture for escort. It wasn't as if she were another one of his paid models. She was far too graceful and aloof.

"I'm not so ungrateful for your patronage as to attempt to swindle you for more. I could hand you out facts and statistics as easily as you hand out checks, but would that make it any more gratifying?" She doubted it. The manicured fingers of her free hand slipped through the soft fur of a leopard frozen in its place as it stalked past them along the aisle. The barely touched champagne glass she had been harboring before had been left behind in exchange for his arm. "Besides, I'm sure the starving children of Eritrea would be more appreciative for a few more thousands than a few more trees."

"Though... with a trinket like this," She paused, turning his attention to a ornately wrought jewel sitting in its case. Blinding diamonds decorated a white gold choker. "You might be able to solve world hunger once and for all."

 

[Methos]

Bruce Wayne offered her a rather casual smile. Whether he had such casual disregard for the various causes he supported monetarily or whether he simply chose to present a rather irreverent image. There was a rather clever look to his eyes and surely one didn’t manage to stay a billionaire by being a complete dolt. But he seemed to present a rather simple social image.

He found the woman slipping away from his arm to take it in a rather more dignified fashion. He made a tisking sound as she did so. Although he offered no other comment as he sipped the glass of champagne in his hand. “Oh I’m sure there isn’t, you don’t seem the excitable sort.”

Bruce Wayne flashed her a smile as he noted “You could rattle off a number of statistics and facts. But to what end, I’ve already given your pet cause a million dollars.” He idly noted “I rather think were one going to save the environment that’s about as much as you could expect from anyone here, after all I’m just Bruce Wayne not Captain Planet.” He smiled pleasantly to her as he noted “Ah well to prevent them from starving I’d need to somehow arrange world peace and eliminate poverty – for someone who doesn’t know all these facts and figures you certainly have high expectations of what I’m to accomplish.”

Bruce glanced down at the choker with its diamonds. He lofted a brow to her as he noted “A lovely trinket and likely exorbitantly expensive. I’m sure if I bought it, it could raise a lot of money for the impoverished. But as lovely as that choker might look upon your neck, I’m not sure how I should be able to use it to solve world hunger once and for all..”

 

[The Silver Muse]

"Well, at least you know your limitations, I'll give you that." Selina offered. Fairy tales and children shows only changed so much about the world. It wasn't as if anyone expected people like them, corrupted and helpless adults, to do anything for their future. "You've heard that new adage haven't you? That if everyone pitched in and gave up a small portion of what they had, much like you, Mr. Wayne, many... problems would be solved. But you can't change society on your own. It's hard enough trying to fix even one person."

It seemed she was spending less time showing him the sights than she was probing at the edges of his mentality. He wasn't quite as ridiculous up close. Still, he was right. It took a certain degree of finesse to get her riled up about anything, and one wouldn't find it in a social function such as the one they currently found themselves within. And she didn't find it in his company. He wasn't the only calm and cool playboy who had ever been in her company. And her particular breed made it difficult to warm up to just anyone in a certain matter of time.

"That choker doesn't belong here," Selina told him. Quietly, of course, as just a little trivial secret. "If it did, then the Mayans certainly possessed a bit of modern taste. I suppose, at best," she tried to justify, "diamonds are the same mined up out of the ground anywhere, aren't they? And if there's money to waste, why not waste it on something like that." Maybe it was a pet project, but it was more than just herself running it. It had been a collaboration. It was never a very good idea to work with too many people and gather them in one place and purpose when money and riches were involved. And it was not a good idea to throw money around without knowing which root it fed to directly. He and none of the other donations really could know. It was only a grasp upon the surface and the everyday knowledge for the good of trees.

The fact of the matter was, who knew where the money went once it was in another set of hands. Maybe a few new sparkling pieces of jewelry that neither solved vanity nor the world.

Her eyes had never come up to meet his, pinpointing the surroundings of the room and their implications. Eventually, they caught the sight of the tall and gaunt professor making his way back to catch them during their walk. At that, she finally did stop in their easy gait, his arm pressed momentarily against the side of her chest before releasing it to face him. In her red stilettos, her height was close to match him at eye level.

"Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr. Wayne. Thank you again for your donation and company tonight. I hope you enjoy your stay in France." With that she turned to meet the other man halfway, saving time, the professor nodding his head in acknowledgment to excuse them from the main hall where everyone continued to loiter an hour or so more.

 

[Methos]

Bruce Wayne smiled to her as he remarked “Well we all have our limitations, mine are just different than many other peoples.” He rolled his eyes slightly as he noted “Yes, yes, save the world, that’s what all the rock stars are preaching. On the other hand it doesn’t seem to cause them to live any less comfortably themselves, they’d like everyone else to do all the hard work involved. Nor do I really think that everyone throwing money at a problem is genuinely going to fix it. Some money will help but more will be frittered away. But spending someone money for all these causes.. its good publicity.”

Bruce lofted a brow to her as he idly noted “If it doesn’t belong here then why is it on displace with items that are topical by nature? Seems to be placing it out in plain site where someone might be tempted to try to steal it for little reason then.” He shrugged as he noted “How big of a diamond does one really need though? They are rather pretty but what use is there for something like that other than as a rather showy display of wealth.” He grinned slightly “Not that there is anything wrong with that, but I’ve more useful ways to do so than gaudy jewelry.”

As the woman excused herself he nodded slightly to her. It had been a rather strange conversation as far as these things went. However, he nodded politely to her as he remarked “My pleasure.” Thereafter, he headed back to the group of people whom had surrounded him not terribly long ago. His presence was naturally sought after by the glitterati there for the evening.

Several drinks, and a rather swanky hotel room later he found himself upon his private jet and heading back to Gotham. He presumed the city had managed to survive a night without him. Yet without his watchful eye, who knew what sort of mischief might transpire. But at the very least one day should not be so long as to have allowed the various seedy elements time to stretch their legs nor to develop any misguided feeling of security.

Surely the city police could manage without him for a few nights running. Hence it was with a yawn that he stretched out in his rather luxurious chair on his private jet, and picked up the novel beside him and thumbed through its pages. Even the fastest of jets took a while to make the jump across the Atlantic, the world would simply have to wait.

 

[The Silver Muse]

Not many people would know about the event at the Louvre itself unless they happened to reside in the city of Paris or be a notable invitee. The night would pass and its visitors drift off to their respective resting places and homes, their money circulating to whatever outlets they believed it was intended for. It wasn’t until a few nights later, when the public could begin to come in and admire what the party-goers had been privileged to attend first, that the display hit a hitch which struck up some obscure news presence in the world news. It was only a small section, granted, one that was greater in tumult and unrest within the halls of the official museum itself. They went to great lengths to prevent a thorough investigation, and thus publicity was very unwelcome.

The lovely diamond necklace that Selina had pointed out to their visitor was safe and sound and being considered as an item to be auctioned off. What they had lost was far more valuable and a means to replace its cost was something the Louvre would thusly have to struggle to achieve. The genuine articles had been borrowed in good faith from their sources. Now they would have to find some way to repay their debt to the South American Society for Ancient and Historical Art and mend the distrust from their other providers in the meantime. Perish the thought that they would actually use most of the donations they had received to send it to the rainforest it was intended for to begin with.

The thief itself was a more intriguing unknown. The few reports that they had been able to acquire form the guards stationed on the night of the robbery had been ridiculous. Either they did not see anything at all, or they joked that the stuffed cats had come to life. It spawned a series of playful speculations. The best reasoning they could come up with was that the archaic and cultish influence of the relics and talismans in the rooms. They infused the dead beasts to life and bid it to bring back the most priceless jewel to its homeland. How else would any thief ordinary thief know how valuable a common stone like tiger’s eye could be?

The notes in the Gotham Tribune made a small entry on the front page to the theft at the Louvre, mentioning an aside that Bruce Wayne had made a donation to the event. Otherwise it might not have made the headlines at all. The rest was the same average reports. Crime rates were stable and rising slightly, the most notable criminals were jailed while others were unknown, the economy wasn’t bad and it wasn’t great either, classifieds and editorials and restaurant reviews were as average as ever. Much like the fiasco at the Louvre, the buzz and rumors about Batman were kept on the down low.

Whether or not it was true that one of the big cats that had left the museum, to go back to Brazil or follow their best benefactor home, one found itself above the towers of the Gotham metropolis. It was rather fitting, how very black Gotham appeared in the night, no matter how many drab colors showed in the light.

Under the moonlight though, the pearls in her clutch shimmered quite brilliantly, a chorus of security alarms ringing out into the night below as a few masked hoodlums scattered to their escape car. The sirens were already sounding, their peal ricocheting through the ravine between towers on their way. It was a lovely, cloudless night, all things considered.

 

[Methos]

Bruce Wayne arrived in Gotham and it wasn’t long thereafter that he learned of the jewelry theft from the Louvre. A flicker of annoyance had crossed his features being rather aware that rather than to whatever causes were being espoused the money he’d donated now was surely going to be devoted to covering their ass and saving face as best they were able. But as he told the woman he’d met that night, he was hardly one to save the world.

Gotham on the other hand was an entirely different matter. His jet had landed at the airport and shortly thereafter he’d returned to the sprawling estate where his mansion was located. He was greeted by the ever present figure of his butler Alfred who bid him welcome and that the chef would be preparing his supper shortly. Bruce had nodded his head absent mindedly as he stalked off to his room and tossed his bags down upon his bed.

Diner followed and then he was down into the catacombs below the mansion. In those caverns he’d made the lair of his alter ego, that beast that lurked within him which dispensed justice unto the city with a righteous vehemence. The shriek of a bat would be heard as would the rustle and flap of wings, but for the most part he was left to his own devices. Bruce had settled into a rather large chair in front of a computer screen as he examined what should have been classified police material indicating what criminal activity had transpired over the last several days. Nothing immediately jumped out at him, nor did the police scanner sounding in the background indicate any current crisis.

However, having been absent for several days, he slowly undid the collar of his shirt and then its buttons as he rose from his chair and over towards the armored locker in the cave. His password was input and thereafter that distinctive black body armor that garbed him was slowly put into place one piece at a time. His form covered so that he went from appearing to be the harmless playboy to the dark knight. Clad in that dread black and with the cowl masking his face he stalked back into the cavern and towards his vehicle.

The Batmobile itself awaited him and its door was opened and he made himself comfortable within it as he started the vehicle and his foot weighed down upon the gar to send it leaping forth into motion as he took off towards the city. If nothing else transpired that night, he would have patrolled the cities streets ensuring to its safety. But a report of a robbery in progress was heard and he sped off in its direction.

 

[The Silver Muse]

The trio of would be robbers were both flustered and frustrated with the outcome of their heist. The jeweler was some distance away from the police precinct, and even if they tripped the alarm, which they had been certain they wouldn’t do given their knowledge working in the inside. There would be adequate time to make their getaway. As it was, they had lost a significant amount of time and the flash of the sirens were already visible from the other end of the street just as they turned the corner to the next. Perhaps they still had a plan B given their carefulness to plan from the beginning to end.

As the sound of the engines and racket thundered down through the buildings and towards the direction of the outskirts, her work was more or less done. The block that she had presided over was once again fading into silence as the security alarm lost its zeal and the owners and investigators came in to begin the long clean up. It wouldn't be a very difficult case. Bringing her stiletto heels back up to the ledge where they had dangled, she rose, the appearance of a tail swaying with her movement from behind. The rest of the coil of her black whip was wound comfortably at her waist, over the golden rings of her girdle.

Those, and perhaps the dark onyx that adorned and served as her claws, were her usual decor for the form fitting skin of black that veiled the curvaceous feminine figure. Of course after the event that night, she also possessed two pearl bracelets wound in tiers around each wrist, and a long string of the white pink orbs folded twice over around her neck. She was the prettiest black cat to traverse the edge of the street for sure. With her lounging and basking in the moonlight done though, nothing more to see or to her liking, she might as well have begun home. Unfurling her whip, she tossed the end out across the alley to swing past once the end momentarily clasped a portion of a pole.

In midair, one of the larger bracelets slipped from her free hand, dropping down to catch and scatter over the windshield of the chance vehicle which happened to hurdle through in that same moment. That was a rather interesting sort of black and gaudy car. The pearls held together well, but the string that bound then snapped on contact, the beads exploding in no more than a spark.

"Oops." She breathed, looking down over the little pinpricks of light on the dark ground far below. More curious was the vehicle that had broke them.

 

[Methos]

That dark supercharged and heavily armored vehicle sped through the streets. Something shattered upon the windshield and he’d spy a pair of pearls rolling down the windshield. It was a short leap of logic to determine that they had come from somewhere above him. Hence the vehicle came to a rather abrupt stop and its top opened and a grappling hook fired upwards towards the roof of the building above him.

Thus in a half a moments span the darkly clad form of Batman was seen soaring upwards towards the cities rooftops. That distinctive cowl with its pointed ears obscured his face, with the flowing cap rippling in the wind around him. Black body armor with its shape sculpted to mimic imposing layers of muscle rested upon his athletic form. Upwards he sped and soon with predatory grace his feet came down solidly upon the roof top and dark eyes peered through the night sky.

Green slits slide over his eyes as night vision allowed him to search through the dark of night with bat-like precision. His gaze scanned the rooftops about him and he spied a slender form a few buildings over from himself. There being no discernable reason for anyone else to be upon Gotham’s rooftops, he built up speed as he charged across the rooftop and then leap to the adjacent building.

His feet came down solidly upon the rooftop, but he never really stopped moving. An ebon clad and foreboding image he dashed across the next rooftop, another cable being shot as he neared its edge and soon he appeared to fly across Gotham’s sky as he ascended to the rooftop where he’d spied that slender form. His tall and rather broad form would land upon the rooftop as he looked towards the corner of the building where he had spotted her.