Movement catches Prometheus's eye, and he turns in time to see someone approaching, taking out the two vampires that were posted at the entrance of the alleyway. One of the Batspawn, by the look of him. And as much as Prometheus would enjoy a little tussle, business before pleasure.
"Looks like we've got a flying rodent problem, gentlemen. We'll need to take this tête-à-tête somewhere private." He doesn't wait for Cobblepot's indignant response, clenching one hand on the dimunitive man's shoulder. His other hand, the one holding the Cosmic Key, claps Hush on the back.
A click as Robin puts down the last vampire, and the trio are gone, spirited back to the Crooked House.
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Date: 2009-06-29 12:45 am (UTC)"Looks like we've got a flying rodent problem, gentlemen. We'll need to take this tête-à-tête somewhere private." He doesn't wait for Cobblepot's indignant response, clenching one hand on the dimunitive man's shoulder. His other hand, the one holding the Cosmic Key, claps Hush on the back.
A click as Robin puts down the last vampire, and the trio are gone, spirited back to the Crooked House.