Owner	Pose
Jason Todd	Red Hood is patrolling in the slums, the areas that aren't even good enough to earn inclusion in the East End. The place where the hopeless go when they have no hope. Standing in the shadows he watches and waits. His patience is rewarded soon enough by a foursome of trouble makers. They don't advertise but it's clear they're prowling for trouble. Red Hood shifts his weight but remains where he lurks. Watching. Waiting for them to make the first move.
Barbara Gordon	Batgirl is out on patrol again, not that the city knows it of course... not yet. It's been a worrying amount of time since Babs has been out moving across the rooftops like the night. And while she was tempted to give in to an urge for nostalgia and go for the dark spandex with the yellow bat symbol, or the purple with the snap-on cape, she's got serious business to attend to, and so Babs has gone for the tactical option It does mean there's not going to be that old standby of goons cracking a joke about it being 'some girl out for Halloween', but Babs's college days are well behind her now, so she's come to accept that wasn't going to happen anyhow. And while she's not /ashamed/ that she's not in peak combat athlete form lately, the rigid armor plating inherent in the suit she's chosen does give her a more defined and menacing appearance. And the tech in this suit is so helpful. GPS, rudimentary AR display on the cowl's lenses, and built in audio communication through her systems at the Clocktower. Which she will definitely stop using to stream music once she's down to that important business. Of course, being a little out of practice there's a chance the important business is going to catch her first. Jason's good like that. Especially when he's... on the edge. And that's really her whole worry. Finding Jason in Gotham's alleys and across the rooftops would be borderline impossible for her if she was running off intuition and Holmesian deduction. Which is why that AR display is flashing a small search area from triangulating Jason's signals to the Batfamily's communications. Because Babs is cheating her ass off. And when she sees four examples of Gotham's own brand of bad news in an alley in that search area? She crouches down and watches them. Waits. They're not doing anything nefarious yet. They're going to though. And when they do, Jason's going to be even easier to find.
Jason Todd	Watching the four criminals, Red Hood's mask remains emotionless. Behind it? He's scowling. Go on. Do something. Make a mistake. Just give a reason for him to bring the hammer down. Another five minutes is all they need. Finding an elderly couple trying to return to their apartment with a sack of groceries, the four swing into motion, fanning out and closing in their little 'net' around the couple. From his distance Red Hood can't make out what they're saying without the use of surveilance tech. But he doesn't need to. The sneers and laughter, the worried look in the eyes of the older couple. It's clear the group are already setting the tone of their encounter. Another ten seconds and Red Hood is in motion. Just as the guns come out and the robbery begins, he emerges from the shadows, chin down as he single-mindedly stalks toward the group. Yeah, he is going to mess someone's shit up tonight.
Barbara Gordon	After three minutes of these lowlifes striding around the slums thinking they're hot shit, Babs is almost frustrated enough to get the idea of pre-emptive crime fighting. They're clearly looking for trouble and why shouldn't she just skip to the part of trouble they /don't/ like? But while her attention is split with the vast web of digital sorcery that Oracle employs, they find their prey and she /almost/ misses the signs of coming trouble. Lips press in a thin line as Babs also doesn't need to worry about the specifics of what's being said. Fight enough Gotham criminals who aren't the costumed hench variety and you hear it all. Being a heroine? You hear it all by like... Thursday. It turns out that thugs aren't terribly creative in their threats and trash talk. Once the guns are out, Babs is all business, that Oracle AR overlay is dismissed, audio receptors set to dampen excessively loud environmental noises and enhance lower tones. It does mean that the scuff of her own boots across the rooftop is /sort of/ annoying, but it's only a dozen swift steps before she's leaping from the rooftop and firing off a grapnel line that's dampened, which makes up for it. She's not exactly planning to hit them with hugs and headpats herself. But if she swings down and dropkicks one of them in the solar plexus, he's going to be down and out... but not /dead/. And she really is worried that's not a guarantee with Jason. But maybe if he sees her he'll hold back.
Jason Todd	There's always that risk. That Red Hood won't hold back even with others attempting to do or become what his own moral code and self restraint will not. But you know what? It's not only hard to play living Jiminy Cricket, it's exhausting too. Definitely more than a 24/7 job when it comes to Jason. He is a step ahead of Batgirl. As he reaches the four would be robbers, he gives them only a moment's warning, "Time to wet your pants, boys. Let the good Mister and Missus go. You're going to be too busy with me to care about how much they have in their wallets. The first turns his gun to try and aim at Red Hood, his eyes large as saucers because he hadn't heard the vigilante approach. In a flash, Red Hood has moved in too close for the thug to shoot him. He unleashes a series of body blows, his fists like jackhammers.
Barbara Gordon	Batgirl would be tempted to wince at those blows, except that... they're just punches! Painful, powerful, focused punches? Sure. But punches aren't sharp. Or supersonic. And usually don't include terms like 'hollow point' or 'armor piercing discarding sabot', and that means JAson's not stabbing or shooting, and so... yaaaaay? Also, she'd be a bit of a hypocrite to be upset at him punching someone too hard when as those blows are landing and one of the other thugs is turning to try and get an angle on Jason, Babs is retracting her grapnel to descend like a burning comet made of justice and muay thai knee strikes. The crack of her knee impacting the turning criminal in the chest isn't quite the sharp crack of a home run at a major league game, and it's not the sickening wet crack of his entire rib cage collapsing, but there's a definite whoosh of air and some VERY distressing gasping and gurgling sounds as he hits the wall several steps back and slides down it bonelessly. ...Figuratively bonelessly. Babs really would like to practice her witty banter, but this isn't going to be one of those nights, and she's already swiping her hand along her utility belt to palm up three batarangs and send them whirling towards another assailant.
Jason Todd	As the innocent couple watches, their terror shifting from being robbed to relieved horror that the criminals are getting such a serious beat down. Red Hood moves like an angry predator, wasting no movement. The gun that was to be used on him is wrenched from the thug's hand and in an instant it is unloaded and the slide removed and tossed aside. The takedown that follows is just as fast. From four to two in nothing flat. Seeing Batgirl has arrived to, uh, help? That earns another scowl inside his mask. He didn't need backup. But he wasn't going to snap at her. If it were Tim or Damian or Bruce, yeah he'd speak up.
Barbara Gordon	As that trio of hurled batarangs strike her target, Babs is already moving. Not as fast as Jason, not as focused or brutal, but there's a certain inherent brutality in the way she strikes with three rapid blows to chest, throat, and bridge of the nose, to add to the impacts of those batarangs to elbow, shoulder, and knee to keep that gun off line. From four to two to one... though Babs isn't sure of that. She's already turning to see if the fourth is even standing or if Jason got him in the moment it took her to take her second target. If he did get the fourth... Babs fires a grapnel up without a word and zips up into the shadows towards the roof of a nearby tenement building. Where she'll wait on the rooftop for him, breathing heavily... and trying not to laugh even a /little/ bit at having not spoken a word. So serious. So Damian/Dick/Jason/Bruce/Cass! ...Jeeze, it really is up to her, Steph, and Tim to be the fun brigade, isn't it?
Jason Todd	Red Hood has fun. He does doesn't waste words on those not worth them. Pearls and swine as the saying goes. That fourth would-be mugger is almost lept upon by Hood as he finishes with his first target. The impression of a hungry predator taking down weak prey in the savannah would be fitting. The sickening crunch of a broken nose is heard. Then the choked cry of pain follows. Not just because of the nose, but also a broken hand; nearly every bone is broken. And lastly a buckled knee that shouldn't bend the direction it is currently going. As Batgirl disappears, it falls on Red Hood to address the scared couple. "Sorry for the disturbance. We're usually more talkative than this." He's already zip tying the thugs despite their respective injuries and cries of pain. Rising up, he offers a final nod to the couple, "Have a good night. Sir. Ma'am. You're trip home will be safe now. I promise." Grappling away himself, the couple gawk at the less than 60 second encounter. It really is a laughable encounter. Particularly when the woman looks down and kicks the ribs of the wouldbe robber that Batgirl already broke, drawing another groan of pain. Serves him right. THen the couple quickly step off on their way home as GCPD sirens can be heard waking up in the distance. On the roof, Red Hood drops in easily. "Nice of you to drop in Batgirl." But is it? His tone is hard to read. Then again it could just be his persona. Like Batman, all business when the mask comes on. Though he'd punch anyone who made that comparison.
Barbara Gordon	Babs watches Jason's reassurances to the couple and perks her eyebrows up behind her cowl. By the time he's arriving to sound... bitchy? Is that tone bitchy? She considers it as she works at the hidden catch to her cowl and then shakes her head, letting her hair fly and fan out and sighs. "I thought you were going to do the grim, dark defender of the streets thing and just leap up here without saying anything. I was /trying/ not not ruin your cool mystique." Her eyes lock onto that mask, so much more openly without her cowl in the way, and her lips ever so slightly curve downward, almost a genuine full on frown as she sighs out. "So. You. Helena. It's been awhile and..." She trails off for a long moment and then pinches the bridge of her nose, rubbing gently, "Oh goddamnit, Jason. How are /you/ doing? Not Red Hood, not... how's the crime fighting going. How. Are. You?"