Characters: OU: Tim Drake/Robin, OU: Bruce Wayne/Batman Where: All over When: Shortly after the burial victims go missing Summary: Bats hunting clowns. Look out, Clown. Warnings: Bat-warnings, general wrath.
After broadcasting his message over the network and leaving a very big hint toward his current location, it was time to wait for the vigilantes to pour in. No hidden bombs, no weapons in his hands would be there to greet them at their arrival. Only his gruesomely twisted grin. The Joker glanced down at his watch, already itching with impatience. It was a little past 4:30 in the morning so naturally the café was dark and vacant. Pacing once around the tables, he pulled out a chair with a grating screech that echoed in the empty place, and sat, one ankle resting on his knee, gloved hands folded on top.
Batman raced to the roof opposite his true destination with a pace that would leave a horse panting. He didn't even feel the pain of a misstep that twisted his ankle slightly. He'd worry about that later; for now he was just upset that it had happened at all. Forgoing the berating of himself at the moment, his concentration was solely on the building in front of him as he perched atop the roof he'd been aiming for.
All was silent at this time. The Bat keyed a certain button on his armor and viewed the small store opposite him through a pair of night-vision enhanced lenses that slipped down over his eyes from inside his mask. He toggled another button and they switched over to heat-sensoring. Sure enough--the Joker was definitely there.
Or someone was there. One body shown clearly in his vision. Batman took a deep breath and let it out in a slow sigh. It took all he had not to go in without waiting to converse with Robin first.
Tim landed neatly on the rooftop next to Batman. "What are we looking at?" he asked quietly, wondering a little why he had stopped here, and what Batman had found--the victims? The perpetrator? God, he wanted this over with. He wanted the missing people to be returned safely--now.
He glanced at Robin briefly and the lenses covering his eyes glowed softly with a white light in the moonlight, leaving him a pupil-less visage surrounded by the blackest of blacks. He gazed back down at the cafe and instead of answering Robin simply held up his PDA in front of the bird's face. When the Bat had actually taken the time to check it was a complete mystery.
What the Batman had captured with his heat-sensors was indeed the perpetrator in question. And if the Bat watched long enough, he'd probably see the vaguely human-shaped orange, yellow, and blue pixelblobs shift and quiver in what was perhaps a recognizable pattern of twitchy behavior.
Knowing by now that the Bats would be congregating outside soon if not already, the Joker wasted his last few moments of freedom (if one could really call it freedom...) sending some last minute messages over his PDA while humming some nameless, eerie tune.
Tim scanned the displayed entry quickly and nodded. The Joker was down there in the cafe--and could possibly provide them with information on where to find the missing residents. So far, their search had proven fruitless.
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All was silent at this time. The Bat keyed a certain button on his armor and viewed the small store opposite him through a pair of night-vision enhanced lenses that slipped down over his eyes from inside his mask. He toggled another button and they switched over to heat-sensoring. Sure enough--the Joker was definitely there.
Or someone was there. One body shown clearly in his vision. Batman took a deep breath and let it out in a slow sigh. It took all he had not to go in without waiting to converse with Robin first.
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Knowing by now that the Bats would be congregating outside soon if not already, the Joker wasted his last few moments of freedom (if one could really call it freedom...) sending some last minute messages over his PDA while humming some nameless, eerie tune.
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He eyed Batman. "How do you want to move?"
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