#bustedbat

“Aha. Punny.” he said flatly at her last remark.

“Okay, Mario Pintel…? Let’s see here…” his fingers hit the keys rapidly as he entered it into his database and pulled up the registered file. His face was somewhat serious as he stared it down, before he squinted at the screen.

“Not a large threat, works as a low-ranking crime lord. Notorious mostly for his GTA counts. A few murder charges but none of them were able to pull through because… could you imagine that? He disappeared each time.” his eyes scanned the file at a top speed, working just as fast as his fingers.

“Doesn’t have any connections with any big names, but still it would be a good idea to see if he’s trying to move any.”

He smiled a bit as he found an address.

“Works from a warehouse in Northeast Gotham from what I’m seeing here. Sending you coordinates now, but it’s unknown if he’s still there or not so I’ll try and see if anyone else has been inhabiting the building so you don’t get into any major trouble. But other than that, guy’s a small fry.”

"Oh, c'mon, Brain, secretly you love my puns," she teased, using an old childhood nickname.

Chel nodded as all of the information filtered into her brain. She didn't feel the need to write anything down, she'd been trained better than that, they all had.

"Huh," the cowled woman scoffed, "criminals in Gotham disappearing? You don't say?" It was the sad truth of their city that less than half of the criminals they actually apprehended were sentenced to do any real time. Mostly it was evidence mishaps, mistrials and crooks just slipping through the cracks before they even came before a judge...Why did she live in this city again? Oh right, she'd taken an oath, a solemn oath to protect the innocent and uphold the ideals of justice and truth. On the bright side it was nice to hear that this guy wasn't shaping up to be a major threat.

The young acrobat let fly her grapple line and began zipping towards the co-ordinates Oracle had given her.