The cost of buisness

[tim_drake_robin]

Gotham's winters are bitter and merciless. The bite in the air right now could do real damage to exposed anatomy if left unprotected for more than a few minutes. Tim pulled the hood of his cape over his head to give his ears a reprieve

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[krypton_or_bust]

"Bet you're cold." came Connor's voice over the comms.

High above the boy wonder and his alleyway tableau, Superboy was drifting amid the floating motes of ice and snow that had yet to fall to the city bellow. A coating of white had begun to settle on him as he watched the currents of air and crystallized water negotiate the thermal layer bellow.

"I'm bored, in case you were wondering."

[tim_drake_robin]

*eyeroll*

"Yes, I am and no I wasn't."

Tim shifted his position and then dropped from the ledge. As he fell, a smoke bomb preceded him. The sudden bloom of obscuring mist instantly caused panic. He landed on the shoulders of the largest of his targets. A fast and focused jab rendered the man unconscious and Robin was leaping to his next opponent before his first finished falling to the ground.

The fight was over before the other side knew it had started.

"Cover me."

[krypton_or_bust]

Letting himself free-fall until the last few moments, Superboy literally dropped into the scene. He was careful to stay aloft and touch nothing, as Tim had cautioned him earlier.

"Why are we doing this again?"

[tim_drake_robin]

Lock picks make short work of the brief cases, and a quick inventory of the contents are confirmed. There was a small fortune in cash here. A nearby crowbar is utilized to open a few of the crates next, revealing assault rifles and cases of specialized ammunition. Closer inspection verifies that their serial numbers have been neatly filed away.

Connor's question gets a raised eyebrow.