Enter: Stephanie Brown

[newoutsiders]

Harbor duty again. These days, it's one of the most boring assignments you can get in Gotham, patrolling for crime as part of the Oracle Network. Babs's hastily formed but naturally well-coordinated alliance of Batman's allies both close and estranged has been protecting his city in his absence. And since that little terror Damian made it clear during a raid on Two-Face two weeks ago that the Network wouldn't be tolerating any shady business at the docks, it's been pretty quiet. Still, it has to be done. And tonight's Thursday night, which means it's your night to do it.

You've just settled into your favorite stakeout spot on the roof of a nearby warehouse, as behind you you hear an all too familiar *pop!*

Now, on top of everything else, her. At least she's unlikely to get in the way of anything.

"Heya, Steph!" a high pitched voice shouts way too loud, way too close to your ear. What sounds like four pit bulls start barking loudly in response, and a few window lights flicker on in the surrounding slum.

"Sorry," Misfit stage-whispers sheepishly, way too late. "But I'm just so excited! I had to tell someone!"

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[stephbrown]

Steph glances around. Derek's holding his hand and howling, so he's probably not the biggest threat. It looks like the rest of the guys are madder now, though, so it might be time to exit stage left.

She pulls her grapple gun and nods. "Gentlemen." And with that, she aims for the roof of the warehouse, pulls the trigger, and braces before hitting the button that will retract the line and send her into the air.

[newoutsiders]

Some of the eleven guards shoot at you, but they all miss their mark as you speed off towards the roof. You hear the wail of an ambulance as it pulls up. If you need to question Aaron, you could probably do it later.

Derek and most of the guards start running into the warehouse, trying to catch you on the roof. But you can be long gone by then.

[stephbrown]

Steph decides that running away to fight another day is the better part of valor, and also that mixing metaphors is amazing. She gets out of there as fast as she can.

[newoutsiders]

Employing your usual acrobatics to leap across a few roofs and get to your well-hidden bike (if you do say so yourself), you check your tracks to find, to your relief, the harbor crowd seems to have lost your scent.

The next place to hit on patrol would be The Cauldron at this point... but you still haven't heard from Charlie.