#gothamredsun

*･☠˙˖✧ — "well fuck.” jason says, looking up at the sky. there’s something weird going on but nobody knows what it is. he’s seen heroes fall from the sky, villains running when they realize they lost the advantage in a fight. he pulls out his gun, shooting a running thief in the back of his leg. “like gotham hasn’t got enough shit going on. you’re really stealing purses while everyone is losing their shit?” he groans. there’s so much going on. it’s almost overwhelming. “hey, you got a cigarette?” he asks the nearest person.

“Leave her the hell alone, or I’ll snap off your fingers and use them as chopsticks!” Babs whipped her gun out of her coat pocket and pointed it square between the man’s eyes for emphasis. She had headed to her club to see if her employees were alright, knowing Peter was safe with Fox. And she was still hoping to run into her daughter, as she was entirely certain Barbara was out here in this mess. Stumbling upon the man harassing one of her bartenders, she was now attempting to scare him off -- fortunately, she was successful, and he ducked into an alleyway, cursing. “Come on, get inside, I’ll protect you,” she murmured softly to her bartender, stowing her handgun away. Her hand stole back into her pocket as she heard someone approach, her head turning. “Do you want to come in?” she said, tilting her head at the club. “It’s safer in there than out here.”