Jillian scoffs, hands balling into fists deep in her denim jacket's pockets.

"Um, duh," she retorts, "do you think I'm stupid enough to just give out info like that over the line? Sure, I withheld some details. You could say that, but I was doing the smart thing." She snorts, kicks away some imaginary pebble on the ground.

Indignation might have come off funny at any other time than tonight when THE BAT could hardly remember the last time he went to sleep. Closing his eyes for even a second felt like it had been fifteen minutes ago. There was a case. He had a purpose — a mission — and no one was going to get in his way.

              [ ₁ ] No one.               [ ₂ ]  And absolutely nothing.

His feet planted and his response is a mere huff. A grunt, even. Nothing truly comprehensible if you weren't familiar enough with THE DARK KNIGHT and his way of sounds. But his spine only straightens, towering over @deathofold, his shadow making up the extra inch he needed to surpass them.

One more grunt and he moves, grabbing his grapple gun and aiming it at the highest purchase he could spot and let the velocity of the pull propell him into the air. His only thought — his only purpose —

              [ ₃ ] No one was dying tonight.