@robinwithahood
   âYou think thatâll HELP?â Her voice echoed through the near-empty alley, though even then her figure could hardly be seen. It was atop the roofing where she stood, eyes narrowed at the scene settled before her. Red Hood was unsurprisingly taking justice to his own hands.
The only issue being how unsavory his methods tended to be.
Using a nearby dumpster lid as a landing place, she jumped down from the tile roofing and soon made it to the ground. With smooth and careful steps towards the man and a suspected criminal, she raised her voice to a stern level. âDo me a favour and let him go, Red Hood. I donât WANTÂ to question your reasons, but I canât say I agree with your methods for interrogation.â










