<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/robin_iii_neon_symbol_wp_by_chaomanceromega-d58zja1_zpsaef5e680.png)</div>Name: Jason Todd, Robin<br/>Location: Goth Corp Roof -> Gothcorp<br/>Tagging: Hawkgirl, Mr. Freeze<br/><hr/><br/>Again Robin remained quiet, waiting for a response from the caped crusader. This time, however, there was no response. Or rather, a response hadn't come quick enough. With a furrowed brow, he raised his fingers back to his ears, stepping up onto the edge of the skylight and taking one last peek inside. "Never-mind, Bats. I think we'll be fine. Just keep the comm line open, in case one of us finds somethin'..." With that he knelt down and gripped his grapple gun, and just as he was about to leap into the dim room he heard Hawkgirl not far behind him. She let out her battle cry and smashed the grate off a ventilation shaft with ease. The unmistakable sound of the metal bending and breaking as it was bashed in filled Robin with a sense of dread. Well, there goes THAT plan.<br/><br/><em>Aw shit.</em><br/><br/>He hopped off the edge of the skylight quickly and sprinted over towards the now open ventilation shaft with a growl.<em>Damnit,</em>he thought. He leaned over the edge of the open shaft and yelled. She already blew their cover. He was SURE somebody had heard them. "THE HOSTAGES, HAWKGIRL! THE HOSTAGES!" There was no response, as he expected. She was too deep in the bowels of the building. "Here goes nothing..." He muttered, his mind already racing to piece together another plan on the fly. With a single graceful leap he jumped into the shaft.<br/><br/>He plummeted for a few seconds, but all in all, he was shocked to see just how shallow the shaft went. Despite the darkness, his mask let him see fine in the pitch black of the vent, and from there, the trip was simple. Just follow the same path Hawkgirl took, which was conveniently marked by feathers that had fallen out as she flew through the cramped space. Soon enough, he fell through the same vent in the ceiling of the ice-cold room, landing safely with a hand planted on the ground. They couldn't have been too far from the room, he though as he acted quickly. His other hand hovered near his utility belt once again, and he looked around, sizing up Freeze and his peons, as well as analyzing the area around him.<br/><br/>"Hawkgirl, that was REALLY dumb. I mean, seriously." He stated frankly. "But it was badass, I'll give ya that. It was something I woulda done. Ya know...if this wasn't a hostage situation." A smirk spread across his face, though he was certainly concerned. They were here...which means hostages would most certainly start dying any moment.<br/><br/>He had to think fast, and an idea was already coming to mind. Knockout gas pellets...plastique...maybe it could work. It was underhanded...but it could work. At least it could by them time.