Summary:The Dynamic Duo investigate a string of thefts from churches. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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The early Fall rain falls gently across Staten Island. In a few months this rain will become snow, and the nights will become colder…and rougher. Crime doesn't care too much about the weather, however. In fact, things tend to become worse in more adverse conditions. It seems to bring out the predatory or desperate nature in people.
Batman perches on the edge of the old church rooftop, his hand on the side of the large, stone cross. He looks down on the cemetary behind the cathedral, watching the shadows. His blue cape flutters about the ankles of boots while the rain patters against his grey costume, the yellow symbol emblazoned on his muscled chest. He glances back over his shoulder.
"Three missing bodies in a month. Three different churches have been hit. None of the bodies taken are newer then the early 20th century. Old graces, seemingly unconnected. This place hasn't been hit yet. Thoughts?"
Robin was perched beside the Bat, the rain pit pattering on his black hood and cloak, the red, green, black, and yellow armored suit keeping hidden, but the 'R' on his left Pectoral is clearly seen. His domino mask help hide his emerald green eyes, but when his father asks him his thoughts on the situation, Robin simply nods.
"Could be cultist activity or black market collecting. All someone needs is money and a hobby."
Sure, Robin saw things pretty cut and dry, but these seem pretty random.
He nods a bit to that, turning his attention back towards the cemetary. One hand holds the cross to keep him steady in the rain, while the other hangs at his side. "Little to nothing of worth to basic black market sellers. Cultists are more likely…or something else." Batman is quiet for a long moment as he watches the still, silent cemetary.
"…How are you finding the manor?"
"Tolerable."
Which is Damian's way of saying that he accepts the place and is appreciative that he's been accepted. "The Butler is very efficient." Ah yes, Robin either calls Alfred 'Pennyworth' or simply 'Butler'. It depends on his mood. Give him a break, he's still learning social norms. Hard to do when you're sole vocation has been learning how to fight.
"I can try and backtrace some of the history and see what interlaps."
"Mmmm," is all Batman offers to that at first. He rises to his feet to make sure the muscles in his legs to not cramp, and he pulls his gaze from the cemetary to watch Robin.
"Do that. I've been splitting my attention between this and the Hand activity in the city. Have you had a proper chance to work in the field with the others yet?," he asks. "You'll need to learn how to do that. Batgirl, Batwoman, Red Robin…etcetera."
Damian lifts his arm, and he activates what looks like a holographic computer (http://orig00.deviantart.net/951b/f/2015/120/b/a/untitled_by_13youko-d8rnn8w.png) and starts pulling up the Churches and the bodies that were stolen. More than likely they were Saints.
At the question, Robin answers. "I have had the chance to work with Blackbird only once." he speaks of his half-sister Helena, but since he doesn't know who might be listening, he's smart enough not to name names. "Nightwing is often too busy trying to mate with every woman he sees, Red Robin is often unavailable, and Batgirl is too busy doing her own missions. But should the situation arise, I will be certain to attain more practice."
He seems to be doing well with Batman though.
"Try to get involved with them as you can. We operate best as a cohesive unit. Each has their strengths. Each has their weaknesses. We cover eachother. The Enemy betrays one another, almost always in the end. We don't. It's something we have up on them, and in this war every single advantage is needed."
He glances back over his shoulder again, watching Robin work.
"Understood." Damian type type types away and his eyes narrow. "Few similarities. Bodies were all saints. I doubt this is the work of any shadow group like the Hand. Maybe the Order of St. Dumas?"
Someone's been doing some extended research on the Bat computer.
"Possible. We can cross-reference back in the Cave."
Batman drops back down into a crouch and turns his attention back to the cemetary. "I don't think they are coming tonight, but…" He reaches into a compartment on his utility belt and turns, swinging around to the front of the cross to fasten the small camera to it. Robin certainly has similar ones in his own. "Put one up every fifty feet around the lot, focusing inward."
Robin nods. The Batcave was probably the best place to start any kind of tracing or referencing or information gathering. Butnow there was another task….
Placement of stealthtech cameras. "On it." Damian moves fifty feet ahead after a firing of the grappling hook. Experience leading to precision as he plants a camera here…another there…
Batman could have planted the cameras himself, but that is not the point. The point is both giving Robin a task, and also getting a chance to take in his grace and skill. He turns to watch him as he swings about, also keeping mental note about how cleverly the cameras are attached. Apparently pleased with it all, he nods a bit to himself.
Of course Batman could've planted the cameras himself, but Robin didn't disappoint either. Within about two minutes Robin is back as he lands in a crouch. "Cameras deployed. Now we can atl east see if they are skilled hackers or used some other form of technological expertise and advanced equipment."
Robin surmises that these guys are careful. If they weren't caught already, they definitely are.
The challenge is exciting.
Batman offers a small nod of approval when Robin gets back. It's about as close to 'good job' as he's likely to hear from him. He turns back to watch the cemetary for a long moment. "I just have a…feeling about this one. Alright, one more round of the neighborhood, then we head home."
He pulls his grappling hook from his belt and fires off a shot, swinging from the rooftop, and off into the rain.