He didn't know why he had done it. One minute he was being led from the car by the woman, the next he was racing down an alley, the sound of footsteps and shouting behind him. To be honest he was panicking; he didn't know where he was or even where he was going. All he knew was that he needed to get away from there. Richard scaled a fence, separating him from the people who had followed him this far. He jumped to the ground, miscalculating his landing and felt his ankle twist at an odd angle. Letting loose a cry of pain, the child stumbled and fell, feeling the water from the alley seep into his clothing -- his performing outfit and a slim jacket he had been given. Pulling himself to his feet, he glanced around him and chose a direction at random.<br/><br/>Minutes passed but felt like hours to the small child running the streets of Gotham. He finally stopped and leaned against a building trying to catch his breath. Shivering he struggled to think straight but the events from earlier that night wouldn't leave him alone. With a defeated sign, Richard slid to the ground, ignoring the damp ground and the cold rain that had started. He pulled his jacket tighter, hugging himself and felt tears running down his face. How could things have gone so wrong in only a few short hours?<br/><br/>Unknown to the child, a street over a major heist was going down between one of the major crime lords of Gotham. Black Mask had ordered for a large shipment of guns to be imported into the city that night, using the opening night of the circus as cover. His men were unloading the truck and packing the warehouse while he watched, keeping an eye out for the bat and anyone else who may get in the way.<br/>"You two, perimeter check, now!" Two of his men who had been slacking immediately hefted their own guns and jogged off in opposite directions to check the area. You never knew when the pigs would be out, or even just someone snooping around.