WHO: OPEN
WHAT: unauthorized vigilantism... sort of
WHERE: around Manhattan
WHEN: evening
WARNINGS: nope
SUMMARY: Talon!Tim needs money. Time to roll some drug dealers! GET A JOB WHAT'S THAT.
This dealer was disappointingly funded, but the point of picking a not-so-successful one was to avoid attracting attention. Tim pocketed the couple hundred and started dragging his body behind a dumpster. He hadn't killed the guy either, on the same principle. Let him wake up in a few hours with a headache; it wasn't like he was going to report the crime.
And even if he did, there wouldn't be much to report. One minute he was standing around, and the next, a shadow knocked him out cold from behind. A muffler and a baseball hat weren't Tim's usual accessories of choice for this kind of thing, but they would do for keeping his identity under wraps.
Finished with his work, he stood still and listened carefully, eyes roaming the scene for any sign of something that would connect him to this assault. Finding nothing, he prepared to go on his way.