Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>The old. abandoned Gotham steel mills resembled a rotting, rusting industrial graveyard.  Salvagers had stripped the structure of any and all metals that had any resale value whatsoever.  The only materials left behind were toxic and the facility itself had been condemned long ago.  The place was a death trap.  No wonder the Joker had picked it as his hideout.<br/><br/>Their stakeout position was on the rooftop of a defunct furniture factory a quarter of a mile away.  They were far enough away that hopefully they would go unnoticed by anyone else that hoped to catch their bait by surprise.  Despite the distance, they had a clear line of sight into the guts of the mill and the empty warehouses all around allowed for a quick path by rooftop to the mill if things got hot.<br/><br/>Barb adjusted the focus on the macro-goggles that were affixed over her cowl.  She zoomed in to get a better look at Happy-Boy.  The little psychopath had made a nest for himself just inside the main entrance to the mill.  Fast food wrappers littered the ground next to the small fire he was huddled over to keep himself warm.  "Look at him," she told Jason.  "Snug as a bug.  In his case, a cockroach."  She switched from night vision to thermal.  "I'm not picking up any heat sources other than the fire and Happy.  Means no one's here or...they could be wearing stealth suits.  How about you?  See anything?"