A scan of the premises with his night vision binoculars showed they were devoid of human activity. There was a van though, parked at the side of the building. He zoomed in on it, taking note of the license plate. Same one as from the security footage. That was something. Switching to infrared, he scanned the inside of the building. No heat signatures. Empty as well. That was odd. Everything up till now had lead him here. Maybe he had missed something⌠His comm crackled to life in his ear, Batgirlâs voice cutting through his thoughts, âMore of a rager, ya feel?â He put the binoculars back into their pouch on his belt. The case could wait.
He tapped his 'watch' (more accurately a portable computer), bringing up the holographic screen. A flashing light on the map showed Batgirl's location. Just a few blocks away. Good. "Location received. Red Robin en route," he replied into his comm.
A few minutes later and he was dropping down from the roof above to stand beside her. âHeard you were having a party,â he said, extending his bo staff and taking note of the positions of each of the thugs below. Satisfied that they seemed to be holding their ground for the time being, he turned back towards Batgirl, and seeing the blood all over her sleeves, reached into his utility belt and pulled out a pack of tissues. âAnother bloody nose, huh? Those are the worst.â Well, maybe not the worst worst, but still. âDoesnât look like itâs broken at least. You ok otherwise?â
A sweep of the area confirmed what Batgirl had stated over comms: didn't seem to be a clear way out. Unless... "See that fire escape over there? Maybe if we--" he cut off, alerted by a sound from down below: the faint click of a magazine being loaded into a handgun. Whirling around, he retracted his staff and threw it at the gunman. Ping! The staff made contact with the gun, knocking it out of the thugâs hand, then spiraled around back towards Tim. He caught it and extended it out again. Looks like they'd be fighting their way out of this one after all. âIâm thinking itâs time we made that exit.â
"Oh, you know me - always sticking my nose where it doesn't belong." A bad joke, as she continued to use her sleeve to mop up the blood, though it seemed as though the flow had begun to slow. She reached out for the tissues he offered, pulling several free from the pack to use those instead of her sleeve. "Always so well prepared. Thanks, boy scout wonder." It was said with a smile, but well...he wouldn't be able to see that, what with the bloody mask and all. Still a tease, light and easy despite the trouble brewing down below. "I'm good, yeah, we are doin' just fine." Definitely was going to be sore in the morning, but she'd had worse. So much worse. Definitely bruised and she wouldn't be surprised if the nose blow resulted in a black eye or two. She'd absolutely had worse nights, especially recently, so she wasn't going to complain yet. "Worry about that later considering we aren't exactly in the clear yet and the odds of me getting my ass beat are still above zero." His reaction time was faster than hers, and well that was probably a good thing - she'd had her hand on a batarang, but Tim's staff was quicker. "Yeah, party's over," Stephanie agreed, flinging that batarang ow that the thug in question had begun his advance. "We said fire escape, right?" There was definitely a better chance of fighting their way out with two, but Stephanie still wasn't a big fan of the odds. Smooth exits were so damn few and far between.
