Owner	Pose
Damian Wayne	New York City. The city that never sleeps finds itself in so sleepless a night. The darkness brings out dark tidings, Ill intentions, and evil ways. But they are not the only ones who hide in shadows. Police sirens sounded off now and again. It's a long night. Then.. *BOOOOM!* A massive explosion rocks the front of A warehouse and five cars immediately drive out of the hole that the explosion had just made. The leasing car has a head sticking out of it, an assault rifle in hand. "Fuck off, Bat!" Robin was in hot pursuit, dressed in gray, black, and red. The yellow on the inside of his long frilled cape was evident and visible, the hood over his head and the white film covering the eyes of his domino mask helped hide his identity. A foot strikes out against the passenger gunmen, his body leaving the vehicle in a tuck and roll while Robin remains on top, he sets a disc-shaped device on the hood old the car and he uses his grappling hook to swing to the next vehicle, managing to evade harsh gunfire. It's a full chase!
Vampirella	Bizarrely, Vampirella's first thought on hearing that expletive is, 'Why are you talking to me? I'm not even there!' Which, indeed, she is not. She's getting a bag of cat food at a bodega three blocks over, not that she's completely aware of the exact distance herself: her hearing is good, but it's not sonar. Still, the rapid-fire bark of an automatic weapon is pretty easy to track. She considers letting it pass--mortal weapons means it's not her circus or her monkeys--but in her head she hears Benny's mild, inquisitive voice asking her if she won't save people ust because she's a vampire. Poor Benny. Is he alive in this world? Did he ever exist? Never mind. This one's for you, Benny. She drops the bag of cat food and runs out into the street to do something about it. Just two blocks to go to where the moving driveby is taking place. Here's hoping not too many people die in the meantime.
Damian Wayne	Ironic, the kind of people who are in the world now, which now includes alien vampire-like creatures. Bullets are still coming at Robin, the young man keeping to his work, landing on the next car and pushing a button on his arm gauntlet, the car behind him suddenly stopping and flipping over onto its roof from the Force of the stop. Robin hugs the roof of the vehicle as bullets keep coming at him. "Hnnh!" He looks like he could use a hand as the cars continue to swerve and burn across the streets of NYC! ...maybe he could use a vampires help. With Vampirella's natural speed, it won't take her long to reach the crossroads, the cars coming right at her!