11559/A Spyder comes calling.

A Spyder comes calling.
Date of Scene:	27 May 2020
Location:	Gotham.
Synopsis:	SpyderByte reaches out to The Beacon and Red Robin to recruit them to the Junior Justice Leage
Cast of Characters:	Red Robin, Sparrowhawk, SpyderByte

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Red Robin has posed:
Red Robin are out patrolling together. He has her taking the lead a bit in front of him. Playing more the Batman part tonight. He speaks over their sub-vocals "Give me a call out of what you see as ya go." He will tell the woman. She seems to bearing a new costume, complete with a utility belt that has some similarities to Red Robin's but less pouches and in her color scheme.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    The Beacon isn't used to wearing all the proper gear yet -- OR having a cape! -- but she hasn't lost her sense of humour. That comes later.

    She's patrolling a bit ahead of him, drawing up to the top of a handy church in Gotham, giving a quiet 'pardon me' to the statue of a saint as she peers out through the night. "Mostly quiet up here, have a couple stray dogs. Homeless guy with indecent exposure and biological pollution, mispropriation of human sewage... did you take the rear point just to see if you can see my butt through the cape?"

SpyderByte has posed:
As the two are out on patrol, a message will pop up on both of their phones. It's a green bubble with black text and a blinking 'spider' for the cursor.

<< Hello! I finally found you. It's The Beacon! Big fan. I helped out your pal Robin the other day. Whatcha up to? >>

Far away at Xavier's, the young student is currently sitting in the middle of his dorm room, cross legged with several laptops sitting around him. He strums the air with his fingers as if he was a composer, toying with several lines of code that floats by. In front of him is nearly a dozen camera feeds from all angles, a couple of which he has caught the pair of heroes. There is a camera 'everywhere' if one knows where to look.

Red Robin has posed:
Red looks over and smirks "Not just for that reason." He will say, smiling as he joins her on the rooftop. As the messages come in, he first is looking around on instinct, but says "Looks like your fan I told you about has come looking for you." He will let Beacon talk to the young man for a moment, as he had told her about the other incident, he keeps his eyes open looking about.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    She sees the mesage come through, and she gives a soft 'Huh?' sound, looking at the 'Spider' flashing. She pauses, finding good footing on the slick shingles of the church, and she writes back to the student in the distance.

    <Hello! Gotham Beacon here, nice to meet someone who appreciates the work! Out on patrol, to whom do I speak?>>

SpyderByte has posed:
<< You can talk outloud. I can hear you through your microphone. I love the new costume by the way! It's really cute. My name is Spyder Byte. I am a representative of SuperGirl. She is putting together a Junior Justice League and she is looking for young heroes who want to make a difference and to learn under her leadership. I am her first recruit. Mutant technopath. I also believe she has recruited a witch as well for the mystic arts world. I composed a list of names and you were on it. >>

Jeremy gives a flick of his fingers in the air from his bedroom, pulling up another live feed in front of him. With a pinch and zoom of his fingers in the air, the screen enlarges.



Ping: << Shots fired on 14th and Grant. Police are enroute. Frank's Pawn Shop just got broken into and the owner was shot. I have a camera feed of the interior and the street. Would you two like the fastest route to intercept the gunmen or would you wish for the police to handle it? >>

He's so chipper.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will start heading that way. He will call out the way they are heading, seems he knows the city pretty well. He motions for Beacon to follow him but keep talking. The young man is used to working with a bit of eye in the air at times, depending what mode Babs is in, but he was taught to know this city well.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Oh... well, that's convenient." Phoebe replies dryly, and they move, ,she follows along with Tim, running with him in the direction of the pawn shop.

    "Well, I'm incredibly honored to be considered for it. I'm kind of a home-body, I think I've left Gotham once. It'd be interesting to see the world, meet up with other young superheroes -- maybe even learn a thing or two!" she replies, being chipper right back to Spyderbyte.

    "So, I'm going to guess the 'Byte' is in reference to the tech, huh? Is there a status on Frank yet? Any police or EMS enroute?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Police and EMS has been called, but you know how it is on Grant street. Traffic congestion and in a bad neighborhood. Frank's Pawn Shop isn't known for it's legitimate business dealings. But, it doesn't mean he should be shot. Currently the gunmen are still in the building trying to break open a safe they found in the back. Not sure what's in it yet but they are taking their sweet time. >>

<<Then again, they probably don't know that I pinged a silent alarm remotely and contacted the authorities. Suckers. >>

On their phones a GPS map pops up, showing them the quickest way through the city blocks.

<< Enjoy all your lights being green by the way. >>

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake swings along when needed jumping at times when the gap is close enough between buildings. He looks back over his shoulder, I will see about coming in noisy from the back of the place, that should give ya a chance to get in and help Frank. Get him mobile and join in the fun as quick as ya can." He offers her a smile.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    The gray-clad woman drifts close to Tim as The Beacon ghosts along, and she gives the Red Robin a slight smile, gives a nod, and splits from him, ducking to the front of the buiding.

    She draws herself down, and whispers out "You are a very, very clever guy, Spyder."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I am. But I can't do what you two can do. I am not the physical combatty type of superhero. I'm more of a sit in my boxers and eat a burrito while watching TV and directing the flow of information type. We will probably never meet unless SuperGirl wants us to. I met her face to face once. She's very pretty. >>

As they arrive at the building with relative ease, the front doors of the pawn shop are broken open and the neon light of the sign outside is flickering in a bright red: FRANK's.

The roof has no access but there is a back door as well for an emergency exit per code.

<< I see you made it! There is six cameras outside I have accessed and four inside. I can unlock the backdoor for you and turn the fire alarm off. They would be on the room next to the storage room that you would enter to the left. Fat guy has a shot gun. Skinny greaser has a crowbar. Frank took a shot to the hip and he's bleeding out. >>

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will say "Actually, can you kick the fire alarm into over drive, and strobe the lights on my count. He does move to the back door ready to open it. He makes sure he has a flash bang ready for if the kid falls through, but calls out on the count of 3." He will count off 1..2...3, and with that he swings the door open heading in with a low tumble into the room, ready to throw rangs or bangs, depending on the job the kid does.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Color me just a little jealous. I could go for a burrito." Beacon replies good naturedly as she sweeps in through the front. Even though she seems to trust the kid, she verifies that there's no one in the room before she breathes out, making for Frank to assess the injury and start doing what she does best.

    Play Healz.

SpyderByte has posed:
As soon as Tim says three, the fire alarm goes off. BWEE BWEE BWEE BWEE!

There is a shout of surprise from the other room as the greasy kid with the crowbar steps out, just to get flashbanged. He stumbles to the side, clutching at his face as the weapon drops.

"Fuck! Larry, th' capes are here! It's Batman!"

That's a compliment.

As Phoebe comes through the front door, she'll see the trail of blood that leads to the back, the main counter smashed with glass everywhere.

Larry, the shotgun guy is heard yelling out. "I'll kill this guy if you don't get out of here, Bats!"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will move to throw a putty pellet at shotgun. He hopes to puddy it to the wall, a table or something that immobilizes it and also clogs the barrel. He is moving as soon as he throws it to hit the kid with a kick to take him down as he uses his best gravely batman voice. "You have shot him already, it is time to pay."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe's eyes narrow, and she carefully makes her way, slow and quick, following the trail of blood, the metallic tang in her nose as she works through the best course of action Her lips purse, seeking out Frank.

    Every second counts, and she can hear Tim getting roudy in the back -- and she wrinkles her nose at the gravelly super-hero voice.

SpyderByte has posed:
The greasy kid, who is inexperienced in anything besides breaking and entering takes the kick like a champ and goes flying backwards against the wall, then slumps down.

Larry, the Shotgun man cocks his rifle and levels it at Frank's head, then finds it hit with the putty as it yanks his arm back and sticks it to the wall. He's now an immoible, fat target. "Fuck me!"

<< Police should be here in four minutes. Do you need me to slow them down? I have one red light I can play with. >>

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will subvocal "Na, should be done with them by then. He looks over and will step in for a chop ment to put Larry into night night land. "How is Frank looking GB?" He will ask the woman. He is visible for a moment standing there in a heroic stance. Presentation is part that most don't know the Bat teaches them

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    the Gotham Beacon gives a look over to Tim and his heroic stance, and she breathes out. Her hands are splayed over the wound, closing it, the healing tisue pushing the slug out.

    "Unconcious, but stabilized. The EMT's should have an easy time of taking care of him, ArrArr." she states, though it's not easy to sound stern and serious when addressing someone like a laughing pirate.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Wow. A superhero pose! Smile for the camera. This will be on the front page of the news. Or at least the second. >>

The security cameras turn to stare at the pair of heroes with red lights blinking. Down the street, the sirens can be heard wailing in the night. With Phoebe's help, Frank will survive the night, instead of dying with a stomach full of buckshot.

<< You two did great! We all made an excellent team. So, if you're interested in helping out others not just in Gotham, let me know. SuperGirl wants you both. >>

There is also a ping: << Also, Beacon. Your UberEats will arrive two blocks away with Chipotle. I hope you like double chicken with sour cream and green sauce. It's delicious. I got you a steak, RR. >>

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake 's brow raises a bit at the commentary but will make sure the two goons are out and motions for Beacon to come with him. Once they are out the back door, he will put an arm around here his other arm stretches up shooting the grapple to a high building and the two are off, at least in the direction of the ubereats.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Beacon blinks at the announcement that they've got UberEats, and she shake sher head a momment with a smile, before she follows Red Robin out. She holds close to him -- she's not cool enough to have a grapple of her own, and she holds tightly to him as they lift off, and head out in the direction of the waiting food.

    "You didn't have to order me a burrito, Spyderbyte, but thank you very much!"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< You have to replace those calories you lose while leaping around roofs and drop kicking people in the head. Enjoy the food. I'll have SuperGirl ping you both soon! SpyderByte, out! >>

From there, the messages on the phone disappears, leaving just their desktops. It's almost as if he wiped all trace of himself on the way out.

Time to expose a politician. The night is still young.