13097/Dine and Dash in Gotham
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| Dine and Dash in Gotham | |
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| Date of Scene: | 23 April 2021 |
| Location: | Top of Gotham Restaurant, Gotham City |
| Synopsis: | Phoebe is out with friends when crime strikes! Luckily, there's a bird keeping watch... |
| Cast of Characters: | Sparrowhawk, Red Robin
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- Sparrowhawk has posed:
On the odd occasion, Phoebe has to be social. It's part of the whole 'actual college student' persona she carries when she's not helping fight crime or healing wounds in Gotham.
Tonight she's out with some of her highschool friends, remaining together while one is on break from school in Star City, and they are trying to get her to spend Tim's money.
Why?
"Feebs, Feebs, listen to me girl --" a blonde states, her hoops flashing, "He has like..> Wayne money. The kid is loh-ded!" she states, waving her hand. "He's not going to miss the fifty bucks to spend on bubbly up here!" she protests.
Phoebe gives a small smile, and shakes her head "Yeah, but that's not why I'm with him; I don't care about his money!"
"Yeah. He's loaded *and* she can kick his butt!" Nacho states pettily, his arm draping around another girl, who gives a giggle between sips of some very bright blue drink.
"Soooo -- tell me. Your mom said you weren't hardly ever home. You shakin' up with Little Money-bucks?" the blonde asks, laughing and making kissy noises.
Phoebe blushes. She has ginger ale, and there's a bunch of apps being split between the four students.
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake is out on patrol tonight. He is not spying on Phoebe, but yea he is in the area. He justified it as it is a zone seldom patrolled, and hey if her night ends early he has her costume nearby. He wants her to have fun, but he is prepared if she needs to blow things off after hanging with old friends.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
"Tim and I... live together, yeah. He's even gotten me on the back of his motorcycle once or twice. And you know how scared I am of those things." Phoebe remarks nervously.
That's when the first gunshot rings out. There's a moment of silence, and then panic.
THree masked men enter the restaurant, people in their finery stand up and start to gather around the corners.
"Lllladies and gentlemen of Gotham!" one states, "Thank you for attending our party! We're looking to gather Donations to the 'don't get killed by the nice masked men' fund!"
Someone tries to run. Their leg is shot out. Blood spills.
Phoebe has her arms out in front of her friends, her eyes going wide, braided hair over one shoulder.
"... I am wearing the wrong outfit for tonight." she realizes quietly.
The police blotter is quickly informed: "Shots fired and active shooter situation at the TOp of Gotham Restaurant."
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake frowns he was told what restaurant Phoebe and her friends went to. He starts heading towards the place. He will make sure to come in from the high side of the place, moving to get a look through one of the windows, to see what is going on inside the place, keeping himself hidden as he does.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
Situation is what it says on the tin. Three gunmen. Phoebe is easy to spot -- she's the one who's guarding her friends, her eyes narrowed. She's watching the three like a hawk as they make their advance, taking wallets and jewlery from others.
"Wh-hoooaa, check out this girl! Heeey, I know you." one states, his mask showing off a bright grin underneath. They're wearing Joker-like make-up. Gross.
"You're the pretty girl that Drake guy is hanging with! Hey, Alpha! We gotta Prime Hostage occasion!"
" -- this is a fifty dollar a plate restaurant, you idiot. Everyone's a prime hostage occasion."
"No, no -- she's been in the news."
"-- yes! She's Tim Drake's girlfriend! Take her!" the blonde states, and pushes Phoebe out into the open. Some friend! Nacho looks horrified!
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake frowns at the friend, and will make his entrance now. Some may claim it was Phoebe in danger, but them being centered on her, makes for the right distraction. He throws the R to hit the gunman's hand closest to her as he vaults over a table, aiming a kick at the farthest out gunman, leaving the middle one alone for now.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
"... this is for breaking my nose in fifth grade!" the blonde hisses at Phoebe, who regards the gunmen with a brave face of disdain until Red Robin makes his appearance!
THe R strikes the gunman's hand, making him yelp as the muzzle of his gun turns to the ceiling and fires!
The kick at the furtherst out gunman makes him fold in half -- good thing? They're not wearing heavy body armor!
The middle gunman grabs at Phoebe, and starts heading for the exit to the terrace!
The first gunman brings his gun back down at Tim, with his not-R-struck-hand, and goes to fire a trio of small arms rapports at the red-clad birdboy!
"Goddamn Bats!"
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake dives behind a table flipping it more to make sure the man does not know where he is, than to make it protect him. He will toss a couple smoke pellets off one side, to draw the attention of the gunman, while moving out the other side. He tosses another R, but this one blunted and aimed for the gunman's forhead as he makes his way towards the terrace, counting on his throw to be true.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
Ka-THUNK! Nice throwing! The gunman stumbles, and then Nacho winces, and he ducks, rolling forward and quickly back-leg-sweeps the gunman, and follows it with an elbow to the solar plexus!
He's helping! Makes sense, Phoebe did say they went to classes together.
"Go get her!" he barks, and takes control of the situation inside. "Gabs, give me your belt -- we're going to get these guys secured."
Outside on the terrace is a different story. It's started to rain. It makes the slate on the mansard roof surrounding the terrace deadly slick.
And there the gunman is, with Phoebe.
"Hold it right there, birdie. Wouldn't want this girl to take a dive."
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake comes out of the doorway, and lets the light silhouette him as he studies the man. He shows the grim frown that the Bats are known for. "You don't want to make this harder for yourself than it already is. Your buddies are out, and you have a choice. You can go to jail in cuffs, or you can go to jail in cuffs, and bandages." He takes in the area around them, making sure he knows where everything is.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
Small fence to keep people from drukenly wandering over the edge. A couple of benches and bistro tables. One very wet and grumpy looking Phoebe, and one man in a mask, white and green facepaint trailing down his neck from the rain.
"No, what you're going to do is you're going to clear the way for us, make sure no one at the bottom is gonna harrass us, and maybe I'll let her out once I ccross the river." the man states, and then he pushes Phoebe a little more to the edge.
"... 'cause if the choice is 'jail' or 'jail, but more injuries' -- well. Can't take my chances, can I?" he grins.
"... this is a really bad idea." Phoebe mutters.
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake frowns at the other man "You have heard of Batman, Robin, have you ever heard of taking a hostage working out for anyone ever against them?" He will give the man a moment to think about that. He does move his hands behind his back, getting two grapples ready, waiting for the guy to take the gun off Phoebe even for a moment, expecting him to point to him or such with it.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
"Well -- first time for everything!" the man states -- and then he pushes Phoebe over the side, one of her shoes coming off, and then tries to flank Robin to make a get-away!
Phoebe, to her credit, twists herself, and tries to slow her fall by taking one of her thick hairpins out and stabbing it into the s slate -- slowing her descent but not stopping it entirely!!
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake moves like a bolt. He brings his hands around and launches both grapples, one at Phoebe and one at the gunman. The grapples launch a spike backwards into the wall, and hit with enough force to drive both of them over the edge. He moves with the launch though, and as he is going over the edge he launches another one at a overhang, as he holds onto this one diving towards Phoebe. His plan is to let the goon hang over the side for a bit by the grapple he hit him with.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
The goon is hit by the grapple, and with a cry goes over the side -- hanging upside-down as his gun tumbles through the air.
Phoebe, meanwhile, reaches out for Red Robin, her eyes going wide, and she hooks her arms around him.
"ThisIsTheWorstNight." she mutters quietly to him, he might be able to hear over the wind ripping through the city!
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles at her, and says "What you don't like being saved by Red Robin?" He will ask her, as he pulls her closer, and hits a button on the grapple to start pulling them up back towards the balcony. "Nacho helped out, but the girl is a bitch." He tells her as they get towards the ledge he helps her over first.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
"No, the fact that you have your arms around me and if I kiss you they'll think I'm cheating." Phoebe replies ruefully. "Maybe I ought to be saved by Red Robin more often."
And she turns her gaze upwards as the grapple retracts, and she's helped over the balcony.
There's applause. And an argument between the blonde and the brunette that Nacho was with.
And Nacho makes his way over to the two, rubbing the back of his head.
He is sans a belt and a tie now.
"PHOEBE! Oh my God are you okay?!"
"I'm fine, Nacho -- thanks to this gentleman." Phoebe motions to Robin.
"Ah... we kinda took care of getting the two in there secured for you, Robin, sir... type... person. Thanks for help? And the save?
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smirks a bit and as Nacho says the two in the other rom, Robin banks on him looking towards the other room and takes that moment to let himself fall backwards off the ledge and is launching himself towards another rooftop, playing off the whole disappearing act the bat and bat family members are known for.
- Sparrowhawk has posed:
"... how do they do that?" Nacho asks...
Phoebe just looks to her best friend, and she gives a small shrug. "A whole lot of practice?"
Ninjas. wachaaa!
"Right, right, so ah... let's get you back to Chelsea before /Tim/ sends out the national guard. You should call him and make sure he knows you're safe."
"... oh, he knows."