2367/Bludhaven Bureau of Tourism

Bludhaven Bureau of Tourism
Date of Scene:	08 September 2017
Location:	Bludhaven
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nightwing, Crusader, Pink Ranger

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Nightwing has posed:
    Late at night in Bludhaven the evening tends to wind down around two to three AM with the fog starting to sweep into the city off of the river. Gotham's distant skyline stands ominous behind the industrial buildings that pass for Bludhaven's even as the lights and illumination haze over from the brush of the wispy clouds that wash into the burg. It's this time of night when things are often at their quietest, only the occasional sound of distant traffic is heard, and perhaps the occasional jangle of a trash bin being knocked over by a mrowling cat.
    But tonight, even when things should be so quiet, along the docks there are occasional thuds and crunches and crackles of large wooden crates being off-loaded from a quartet of barges that had been tasked before with taking garbage down the river, and coming back now with something else entire.
    "Careful with that crap, Tony. That junk is worth more than you and yer whole family."
    "That... that's a hostile work envionment right there," says one of the men toting a crate.
    Another offers in response as he walks up the gangplank, "Yeah, for serious. Who does Vito think he is?"
    "Heh, mebbe you should ask to speak with his manager."
    That gets a round of guffaws from the burly men all fetching and carrying, even while a handful of gun men stand around keeping an eye out in that transportation facility. Some of the gun men are walking perimeter, two and two along the chain link fence that's adorned with razorwire, keeping an eye out...
    For someone just like Nightwing.
    The vigilante is there, observing the group from afar with a pair of small binocs held to the irisless mask that hides his features. He grimaces and checks the watch on his wrist, frowns... then starts to move.

Crusader has posed:
Change your shape...change your mind. It is a mantra the being known as Vorn follows quite readily. And in this case his mantra led him to be a manta. A manta ray to be exact! Vorn was taking a midnight swim in the river when he noticed the boat on the barge. Something about the whole gathering seemed...off

Steathly the manta ray like creature moves beneath the blackeaned water to get a better sense of what may be going on. He for now stays beneath the water remainaing unseen, but he none the less begins to feel around with his cyberpathy - trying to get ahold of any secruity cameras or radios that will better tell him what is going on, and if this is an actual problem

Pink Ranger has posed:
Touring colleges, it's never too early to start thinking about higher education. Or staying fit. The unwitting tourist is running in the neighborhood well before sunrise, when things are relatively cool. Her white and pink track jacket and shorts matching pink running shoes as she trots closer to the source of the noise, taking it for early morning or maybe end of shift dock workers. She raises a hand, smiling as she jogs closer. "Hi! Morning!" She calls out in a friendly tone, all teenage smiles.

Nightwing has posed:
    As the young woman goes trotting by the guards that are walking the fence, they actually look up and in the direction of the trotting by young woman who... must not know what this neighborhood is really like. They're two hardened men, one has a wicked scar that healed poorly along the curve of his face and that SMG he's carrying clearly looks like it's not exactly someone would be openly carrying even as a security guard, especially when he's dressed in mostly black with the exception being his blue jeans.
    But when she calls out one of the men lifts a hand and waves as a ghost of a smile starts up on his features...
    Only for his partner to /smack/ him in the shoulder and give the other man such a /look/ as if to ask, 'wtf?'
    But to her credit she's able to keep on keeping on without them taking exception, probably buoyed by the utter unlikelihood of her existence in such a place at such a time. Still, she's not going to mess with their duty. Not yet at least.
    But back at the docks, where those four barges are being unloaded, Vorn may well hear the words from the men as he swims closer. A tall man with a black SWAT baseball cap and an automatic rifle slung over his shoulder is scanning the horizon, looking out across the way at the riverfront and the distant line of Gotham against the sky. He grimaces as he lights a cigarette...
    Only for Vito to step up and grab the cigarette. "What, are you crazy? You want this place to go up sky high? Whassamattawithyou?" But he takes a drag on the cigarette before he throws it into the water, just a few feet from Vorn himself.
    "Hey, yo, boss. This crate's been opened..." There's a yank and a creak of wood, "And this container... it's light about... six keys."

Crusader has posed:
Manta-Vorn hears the conversation...and finds it disturbing. If they are talking about this place going sky high, that can only mean one thing - highly combustble explosives if Vito was worried about a little cigar making the thing go off!
    And some of it was missing too. Oh lord, you can do alot with six keys. Time for a bit of confusion. He of course wasn't away of Nightwing or Kimberly being in the area yet, as he was underwater. But none the less he glides beneath the boat before rising upwards...just enough to lift the boat a tiny bit and get him a bit above the water. His voice can be heard clear, it was deep and beastial "...please tell me you guys are not actually toteting bombs on this thing" the voice inquires.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Well that looked odd. Kimberly's eyes are trained, playing it back in her mind she frowns and turns down an alley. The gymnast makes quick work of scrambling up to a rooftop quietly, back tracking to check things out as she slips her hands into the pockets of her track jacket. A weighted coin falls into her hand and she takes some comfort in it as she goes to snoop.

Nightwing has posed:
    Manta-Vorn makes his approach, slipping beneath the waves and the water sluicing off him as he climbs out of the river partially. Vito had already turned away, only for him to swing back and stare wide-eyed at the river, and then suddenly at the floating silhouette of... whatever Vorn is. The mobster looks over at his henchman and asks, "You see what I'm seein?"
    "Yeah... onea those... Atlanteans?"
    Turning back to Manta-Vorn, the gangster snaps. "Hey, atlantis weirdo, go fuck yourself!" He turns away and starts to walk back up the gangplank. "If the guy's still there in ten seconds, Mikey, shoot him." And as quick as that the matter is decided.
    Mikey unslings his assault rifle, still not entirely able to make out exactly what Vorn is in the dark, even with the dock lights partially illuminating him. "You heard the boss, fella. Beat it."
    But this tableau would be hard to see from Kimberly Hart's point of view as she peers around the corner of that alley. Across the way she'll see those two guards walking the circuit around the fence. Enough time to gauge them and their pace. It might be just as she's getting ready to move that she'll see a dark silhouette drop from the shadows above, landing behind the men soundlessly. A few steps creeping forwards to catch pace, then the vigilante slips his arms around the throat of one of the men, tightening his grip and using it to sling his legs up, calves linking at the ankles and locking around the other man's throat...
    It's just a few moments as they all fall back with a /whumpf/ as Nightwing tightens the double choke and relieves them both of consciousness, mostly silently.

Crusader has posed:
Manta-Vorn gives pause "Sure, after all, we already did your mother" he shoots back to the gangster without missing a beat. Seems Vorn didn't mind being crude, rude and with attitude "But let see what happens when we rock the boat, shall we?" and the manta slips back into the water dissappearing beneath the waves. He glides over to be beneath the boat and pushes up agaist it, his body now conforming to the boat underside...and even going so far as to jam the engine. He quite litterly begins to rock the boat back and forth, just enough to give a scare...as he didn't need to blow the place up!

Pink Ranger has posed:
Kim leans out from her corner a little and draws back as a man drops and proceeds to take out the two guards. Recalling the smg, she sinks back a little and whispers softly "It's morphing time! Pterodactyl!" Luckily there's no magical girl sequence, but as her armor ripples over her track suit the blond has less to fear in the way of bullets or fists. She runs quick and low to investigate the dropped guards.

Nightwing has posed:
    "What the!" The gunman watches Vorn resubmerge beneath the faintly choppy waves of the river and then the boat starts to jostle and rock underneath him, his body hunching over as he tries to keep his balance. "Quit that!" The henchman snaps and then abruptly there's the /BRAP-BRAP-BRAP!/ of the automatic weapon firing, sending bullets into the river and kicking up small water fountains into the air with each round.
    But it's the sound of gunfire that reaches both Kim and Nightwing now even as the tall man in black armor rises to his feet... Just in time for him to see the Pink Ranger darting towards him.
    A smooth turn, spinning in place and his fists coming up in a defensive stance, the erstwhile Robin's irisless gaze locks with the woman's hidden features. His brow knits subtly and then a grunt comes from him. "I do not... have time to deal with you right now." His voice is a low rumble, almost a growl as he affects his 'intimidating' tone.
    Then he rounds and starts to /run/ towards the docks, and where the gunfire is coming from.

Crusader has posed:
The boat stops rocking momentarily and the water stills. Did they get him?

Nothing happens for several moments. Than it happens! A large manta flies out of the water towards the man with the gun, flopping his fish self onto him! The manta was unsual in that it had tribal gold tattoos, pure white eyes and a deep steel blue body. It look like it was made of metal!
    Not to speak of the fact the boat actualy sinks several inches as if it had put on significant weight. The man won't be getting up, not as long as Vorn is ontop of him (and shielding him from potential gun fire).

Pink Ranger has posed:
"Adults." Kimberly sighs and lets him bolt for the dock. She pats down the guards quickly for keys or something useful, no doubt late to the party. She draws a breath and watches as the giant manta tackles a man. "What the heck?" She looks around and starts running after the black clad man moving a little faster than normal human. She flashes a peace sign as she catches up. "So is this normal around here?" She'll wonder and rush the dock to engage with a gunman before bullets start flying near the explosives.

Nightwing has posed:
    At the sound of gunfire they weren't the only people to rush back towards the docks. The group of gunmen all turn to that particular barge that now has a giant manta ray landing on it and crushing poor Mikey to /death/ (not really) on its deck. They come up and stay on the dock side, a group of them bringing their weapons up to bear. Several more start to fire in the creature's direction, just a sporadic few rounds...
    "What're ya waitin' for, shoot that thing!?"
    "But the powder, boss."
    "Screw that, you see that thing! Blow that junk up and that thing with it!"
    And at their leader's behest the group of four gunmen all start firing, their rifles kicking up rounds and the muzzles flashing in the dark.
    It's upon that sight that Nightwing arrives, sliding to a halt and taking cover behind a trio of heavy water-filled barrier barrels. Just giving him enough time for the Power Ranger to catch up with him as he flashes that peace sign. "What? Gangsters smuggling combustible chemical compounds while being attacked by a giant sea creature while a guy in a mask and a girl in pink..." He eyes her sidelong, "Armor? Look on. Sure. All the time."
    Yet as he says this he plants a hand on the top of one of the barrels and /vaults/ over the side of it, leaping in amongst the four henchman and Vito the boss. The way he moves is precision in a masculine form, graceful and elegant if it were a dance. But there are entirely too many broken bones for it to be so. He leapt in, planting his hands on the shoulder of one man and /pulling/ him around, using him to leap off and to the side to kick two others in the side of the jaw. Weapons are sent hurling across the docks even as Vito shouts, "What the fuck!" As he makes a break for it.

Crusader has posed:
"You know, if your friends are willing to blow you up, you really need to find new ones Mikey" The manta ray tells the poor man he is apparently (not really) squishing. But alas...there WAS powder on here, and they were shooting.

Despite not moving, the manta ray....entire body seems to shift and flow for a moment as if made of liquid untill it was facing forward. The guns doing absolutly nothing to the creature
    But the creature didn't stay that way for long - the long tendrills that make up it mustache (yes it has tentacle mustache) raise up and come alive with electricity - and seems to create a tangible electromagnetic force field infront of itself - or more accurately around the boat! This was not to protect himself...but to stop the boat from blowing up. Sparks fly off as bullet richoet off it
    His deep voice shouts "You guys DO realize you will probably blow yourselfs up if you hit the explosives right?"
    His eyes wander to the Pink Ranger and than to Nightwing now having a clear view of them. Seems he was playing the man (monster?) of distraction tonight!

Pink Ranger has posed:
"And I thought my hometown had issues." Kim says and watches Dick vault. She cants her head. One gymnast noting another. She shakes her head and backs up to get a running start into a handspring. The Pink Ranger springs into action. Swinging out a kick she sweeps the legs out from a man and spins to drive her elbow into the head of another. Her attention is caught by the sprinting Vito and she calls out "Hey Mister! I can handle this if you want to get the mouthy guy!" This said to Nightwing. Her head turns towards the Manta. "Did that sea creature just talk?" She wonders and shakes her head as a punch comes her way and she ducks! "Whoa!"

Nightwing has posed:
    The henchmen are reacting now more out of instinct than any sort of consolidated effort. The last one holding his weapon had been about to take another shot at Vorn only for him to eat an elbow from Nightwing that sends him staggering back... only for the Pink Ranger to sweep his legs out from him and send him tumbling to the ground heavily.
    Nightwing spins to face the woman even as he eyes the sea creature. For a second he observes the ranger as well, they both are seemingly capable of taking care of themselves. "Alright, but if you get killed don't come crying to me." He says that even as one of the other thugs comes up behind the Pink Ranger, getting ready to take a swing at her... only for him to flick a baton out from its holster and sends it flying across the way to crack into the man's jaw and leave him staggering back and open for her counter.
    That done, the vigilante rounds and springs after Vito.
    But with all of this going on, Vorn's left with Mikey who at this point he says, "Look, I give up. You got me." Though it comes out, 'murffle-flurfle-flurf.'

Crusader has posed:
"Really? We surprise the gymist with questionble fashion sense? In a world full of mutants, aliens, and would be oddities, a talking sting ray stands out? Alright than" Vorn quips at her "Also duck" he tells her as if something was about to hit her
    He lifts a bit so for Mikey to speak, but before he says anything Vorn tells him "Would you stop squirming, we are trying to keep you from blowing up"
    He looks again and sees...well the majority of hench men are knocked out, Vito is running with Nightwing on his trail "....we have better idea" and Mikey is quite suddenly enveloped into Vorn seeming to dissappear
    The shield is finally let down when no one else is shooting at him. And he looks around to see if they missed anyone else

Pink Ranger has posed:
Kimberly gasps. "Rude!" She exclaims and snaps a leg out to land a kick center mass and send the thug flying back, double tapping on Nightwing's baton work. Most of the goons seem to be of the cut and run mentality at this point. Running to some crates, the Pink Ranger pushes off them and tucks a tidy areal before landing and swinging her fist into the side of a thug's head as she blocks his exit. "Pink is questionable?!" She calls back to the manta-Vorn. "Where's Sebastian?!" She wonders and whips out her bow finally to shot the support out of an overhang so it drops on a pair of thugs to slow them down before she can get to them.

Nightwing has posed:
    Indeed, the henchmen are mostly all down, though unbound... yet it seems apparent that the fight has gone out of them. Even as Kimberly finishes the last few off. The one closest to the Pink Ranger shies away, shielding his face as if she were about to go house all over him again, but they don't seem inclined to make a break for it.
    Vito, however, is still hoofing it. But not for long. There's a whir in the air as a second baton is drawn by the running Nightwing and sent hurling in a spinning arc to /slam/ into the back of the gangster's leg, sounding a sharp crack as he hits the ground screaming and cursing, ending up in a heap on the gravelly walkway.
    "Ahhhhh! You bastard! You broke my leg!" He wails, clutching at his leg and rolling on the ground.
    "Yeah, good thing Blackgate has a great medical program." The vigilante says as he jogs to a halt and kneels down to bind the wrists of the mobster with a zip tie, pulling it taut with a faint /whir/. He rises to his feet, casting his gaze back towards the other two and quirks an eyebrow as he considers the situation.
    A small grunt slips from him as he steps forwards, touching a button on the data display on his wrist even as he moves in their direction. Once he's close enough he'll lift his voice, "Police are on their way." He stops, standing on the edge of the docks. "If you need to run... now's the time."

Crusader has posed:
"It is when you look like a bottle of pepto-bismol" The sting-ray chirps "....we have no idea who this sebastian is." it white eyes blink in confusion. The sting-ray liquifies once more but this time takes on the form of an nearly pure white orc. He wore black cargo pants, with armored boots, leather bracers etched with a tribal sun. A heavy steel blue cloak adorn him, though he lacked a shirt
    He hops off the boat onto the dock that groans at his weight, Mikey was no-where to be seen "Police eh? And things where just getting fun" he says to Nightwing.
    Internally (inside Vorn) where Mikey was...Vorn was intergrating with the criminal and trying to gleam any additional infomation he can - such as who hired this guys to deal with dangerous chemicals. Actually Vorn even seem to have some of Mikey features.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Seeing the criminals downed. Kimberly glances up to the rooftops. The orc catches her off guard a moment but she seems to be holding out for the last possible moment. Once she can here the sirens getting closer she twirls the bow in her hand. "Don't make me use this." She warns her thugs and corrals them together for the cops. She looks about and pulls apart some chain link fencing to wrap them up in the metal hastily. She shakes her head and jumps high, catching a second story window nearby and launching up again until she's scrambling onto a warehouse roof to catch her breath.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn flows off of a now unconciouse Mike leaving the poor man on the ground. He looks to the roof-tops and grins calling out "Well perhaps we will meet you again!" his voice booming. He also offers Nightwing a wave before he seems ti simply dissappear

Nightwing has posed:
    As for Nightwing he had helped tend to the downed henchmen, avoiding their scowls even as they seem a bit unhappy at not just being captured... but being captured in part by a gal wearing pink so prominently. A few of them mutter, but at least none of them pipe up too much when the ranger is too close by. But when she leaves one of them pipes up, "So whozzat? Pinkwing? Batgirlscout?" A few of them snicker to themselves only for the vigilante to nudge them with a boot. "Shut it."
    Nightwing points at them, "You fellas stay tight, don't move, or I'll have to come back and I'll be in a way worse mood."
    Reluctantly the crooks grumble.
    But then Nightwing makes the quick series of strides needed to break over towards the side of the building she leapt up. It only takes him a few moments to follow, leaping up and snaring a fire escape with one hand, then scissoring his legs up and flipping into place with a faint clank. He then climbs upwards, crawling over the lip of the rooftop and rising to his full height to focus on the Pink Ranger.
    "Why do I get the feeling you're a long way from home?"

Pink Ranger has posed:
Sitting with her arms on her knees, Kimberly looks up at Nightwing still in her armor. "Ahhh, college tours?" She offers and studies Nightwing. "You move like a gymnast." she observes. Movement below draws her gaze and she studies the scene as the police move in. "Weird. Normally I fight monsters, never had to deal with human thugs before. I think I prefer it to giant monsters trashing the city." She pushes to her feet and offers Nightwing a hand. "Pink Ranger, I umm, have a team usually, so it's not as awkward." She offers in a friendly tone.

Nightwing has posed:
    "Yeah," Nightwing says as he steps towards him and then she extends her hand and he'll accept it with his own. It's a firm handshake, not aggressive, but business-like. Two pumps, and then done. He does look to the side, down towards where the red and blue lights are flashing their brilliance as they start to gather up the men, and begin to handle the crates... only for some of them to suddenly step away from the containers once they learn the contents are combustible.
    They'll have a bit of time to talk while the bomb squad and disposal unit are brought in, so his eyes slip back towards her. "You seem to have a certain flair of your own," He answers her, noting the way she handled herself. "Pink Ranger?"
    He lets those two words hand there for a time, lip curling slightly and she might get the feeling she's probably about to be the butt of another joke, but instead he gives her a nod, "The people that are inclined to know call me Nightwing." He steps back and to the side again, watching the police. "I tend to keep my nose closer to the ground than... you know, giant monsters." He looks back at her, "Still. Think I saw some of that craziness on television once. That was you?"

Pink Ranger has posed:
"I was probably involved in it." Kimberly lifts a shoulder. "In my neck of the woods there's some ancient stuff buried we have to protect I guess. But you know, Rangers are teenagers, the mantle will pass soon, thinking I'll go to college." She confides and looks over the scene. She shakes her head. "Man, so you work in this city defending it, and people still do this? I mean, we fight aliens-the bad ones. Makes sense they keep trying."

Nightwing has posed:
    The tall man folds his arms over his chest as he gauges her. There's no real way to hide it, in some ways he's taking her measure, judging... perhaps that's more just how he is, how he's been raised to be to handle various situations. Or perhaps he's just uptight. Whatever it is, the man in the leather and kevlar armor tells her, "Well, here and across the river. Sometimes." He turns his head to the side, glancing after the distant Gotham.
    The gravel crunches under his foot as he steps away and looks out across the view with the police now putting the gun men and Vito into the back of various squad cars. He reaches to a small device on the belt of his suit, a black sphere that he sets on the edge of the small wall that lines the rooftop. A small lens opens on the sphere and it focuses on the events down below, feeding the video stream to the HUD in his mask. But that allows him to turn away as he sits down, his back to that wall and now facing the Pink Ranger looking up to her. Perhaps it'll help him be less intimidating... if he was. At all.
    "As long as there are people looking to make an easy buck, there'll be people like Vito." He says almost casually, "You're thinking of going to school here?" He asks, one eyebrow lifting since Bludhaven... isn't exactly known for its academics.

Pink Ranger has posed:
"If I'm lucky I'll squeak by on a gymnatics scholarship, but being a Ranger doesn't pay and there isn't a lot of funds for the big school. So, here, Gotham-though Gotham might be pricey. Metropolis is out. Ummmn, some other states schools that have gymnast programs." Kimberly watches Dick as he sits against the wall. "You aren't hurt are you?" She asks after a moment. "So you work with that Batman guy? I heard he's pretty intense." She murmurs, looking at Gotham. "Our....aid in the Rangers didn't have much on you know, the criminal activity around the schools I was looking at." She reaches up, it's likely she smooths her hair a lot but the helmet covers it.

Nightwing has posed:
    The way he's sitting, his back against the wall and his knees drawn up a bit, it allows him to rest his armored forearms casually upon his knees even as he looks on her with those irisless eyes in his mask. He seems at ease, even though technically he's watching the situation below while he speaks with her, "No. Just Bludhaven cops aren't entirely fond of the vigilante scene, so I try to keep a low profile here."
    At that, however he smiles a bit and gestures downwards with a fingertip, "Speaking of which you should prolly... sit down a lil. Since if a cop looks up here and sees a pink gal in armor then we might have to bust a hump outta here."
    That said he meets her gaze, still gauging her as he watches. "And no, not hurt. You?" He asks as he touches a fingertip to the side of his mask and he said, "And yah, that Batman guy." He smirks again, "Well if you're angling for a scholarship, you could try in Gotham. I mean hey, a Power Ranger, talk about a good extra curricular." His lip twitches.

Pink Ranger has posed:
It's hard to read her expression but she sits down. "Fair point." She says after a moment and crosses her legs in front of her. "I might look at Gotham." She nods and shakes her head. "I suspect you're teasing me mister. I can't put Power Ranger-obviously or I'd have suited down already, be less conspicuous." She offers a long suffering sigh. "You think I'm funny? I didn't exactly choose the pink suit, it chose me, like the Ranger before me."

Nightwing has posed:
    "I'm sorry," He says, but the way his lips curl into a warm smile, it's clear he means it... but she's right, he does think it's a bit funny. A little. "But I understand the need to hide your identity. You don't know me from Adam, I could be your evil nemesis' cousin's roommate." Nightwing offers that commentary with the same smile.
    But then he nods, "Still, if you have the support of someone, a handler, maybe they can give you advice on doing what you can down the line." But then he stops, lifting his chin a touch as he asks, "But umm... why do you have to stop when you become an adult?" He lifts a hand to scritch at the back of his neck thoughtfully, "That seems strange."

Pink Ranger has posed:
"Well, I can't stay in-my hometown forever. I mean-" Kimberly shrugs. "It's always teenagers that are chosen you know?" The Ranger leans back on her hands. "I mean, are you going to do this forever? You didn't inherit it?" she asks back and tilts her head. "If I don't know you from Adam I'm definitely staying in here." She adds with a joking tone to her voice.

Nightwing has posed:
    She's so young, and that much is clear. Even though he's in his mid-twenties, he would be able to tell how old she was just from her manner and her outlook. The small smile turns a little sad as he tells her, "Well," He lifts a rough gauntleted hand to push it through that wild black mane of his hair, his gaze slipping to the side. "I did start when I was a teenager. Young. I think I was fifteen."
    The toe of his boot scuffs some gravel as he pushes it with his foot, "But that was roughly a decade ago or so." He leans back against that wall, lifting his head a bit. As he does so she might notice the small sphere on the wall turn and rotate to follow some of the activity far below. "So hey, it's not a bad thing to do when you're all grown up. Benefits stink though."

Pink Ranger has posed:
"The rangers before us all died." Kimberly shakes her head. "I can agree the benefits suck." She nods. Glancing to the dome thing, she tilts her head and leans over to catch a look at that's going on below. "Sweet." She says and sits back, out of sight. "I've been at it a few years." She nods. "Last year of school, so it's time to figure the rest out. Running helps-aside from staying fit to fight putties and aliens and mech suits."

Nightwing has posed:
    "That doesn't bode well for you guys," Nightwing says, though... to be fair, being a Robin isn't exactly a safe job either. He rubs a fingertip along the curve of his jaw as the police department begins to card off the crates of materials that they confiscated from the gangsters. It was that which he was waiting for, and that which causes him to rise to his feet smoothly, uncoiling like the snap of a whip.
    He reaches behind him and takes up the small sphere, replacing it in one of the pouches of his belt before he looks back towards her, "I'm going to keep an eye on the shipment, sometimes the cops in Bludhaven have this habit of losing evidence and I'd hate for that to happen here." He gives her a nod, "Well, it was good meeting you, P.R." He says as he extends a hand to offer to help her up should she accept it. And if she does so he'll use that moment to give her another handshake.
    "Stay safe, and try not to get beat up too much. Alright?"

Pink Ranger has posed:
"Sure, Nightwing. Careful with that-explosion stuff." Kimberly says and takes his hand. She stands, shaking his hand. "You know, line of duty and all that." She says and heads for the end of the roof. She dives, nimble as she drops from sight. By the time she's hitting the street after diving off the roof and catching herself on the extension of a street light and dropping down she's back in her jogging clothes and trotting down the street again into the early morning.