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The cost of buisness
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.
Moving like a ghost, he flitted silently between shadows making no sound at all as he bounded to the neighboring rooftop. Carefully he came to the edge and peered down into the alleyway.
Gold light lit up the dirty and garbage strewn snow, the illumination spilling from an open loading dock where men hurriedly moved crates into a waiting van. The vehicle's motor was running and it's driver looked up and down the alley with nervous impatience.
Drake sized up his targets and pulled a few tools from his belt.
Moving like a ghost, he flitted silently between shadows making no sound at all as he bounded to the neighboring rooftop. Carefully he came to the edge and peered down into the alleyway.
Gold light lit up the dirty and garbage strewn snow, the illumination spilling from an open loading dock where men hurriedly moved crates into a waiting van. The vehicle's motor was running and it's driver looked up and down the alley with nervous impatience.
Drake sized up his targets and pulled a few tools from his belt.
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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."
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"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."
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"Why are we doing this again?"
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Connor's question gets a raised eyebrow.
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"I mean, why didn't we just tip off the cops? Isn't this kinda overkill? It's just five guys and a van."
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"The cops won't go near this. These guys are on the untouchable list. Put on those gloves and help me load the rest of these crates into the van."
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From his back pocket, the referenced gloves are produced and Connor slips them on. The puzzlement in his voice growing at Robin's request.
Lifting a crate into the van with casual ease, "Why?"
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The crates are loaded and Robin tosses the three briefcases into the van as well. He hops into the driver's seat. "Get in."
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"So...you're punching them...in the checkbook?"
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"Yep. When Batman first made the scene in Gotham, the Falcone family was so entrenched in the system that he couldn't go after their legal assets. Instead he found out where they were storing reserves of dirty money and burned down the building it was being held in. It wasn't like the Falcones could recoup it in an insurance claim.
I figured the same works here. Now get in."
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"So you're Robin-Hood now huh?"
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"Unless they just figure out who it is messing with them and they kill us."
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The van moves into traffic and Robin heads to the city outskirts.
"Besides, people have tried to kill us before and we're still here."
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"You realize with our luck this group of mystery gangsters is going to turn out to be like headed by Sinestro and Mongul or something right?"