<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Batman1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bruce Wayne<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Batman (But that's a secret)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Owner of Wayne Enterprises<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman, Robin<br/><br/><hr/>Batman didn't lose his composure in the slightest as Catwoman flirted heavily with him.  He couldn't deny his attraction to her, but now was not the time for such things.  He smirked as she made her way gracefully across the street to the ledge that he had pointed out to her.  She was something alright.  No sooner than she had landed beside the vent cover, He leaped from the gargoyle, his cape stiffening and spreading out to allow him to silently glide to the vent.  As he landed on the ledge, he nearly slipped.  Ice.  He quickly regained his balance, though.  It would take more than that to stop the Batman.  His uniform was insulated against heat and cold, but he was no fool... he knew that against a concentrated burst of cold like this Freeze no doubt had access to, that wouldn't be enough.<br/><br/>Turning to Selena, he offered her a nod, motioning to the grate.  Prying the grate off, he gently set it aside and made his way inside.  With Catwoman hopefully right behind him, he made his way through the ducts until he heard a soft whirring sound from below.  He looked down the grate in front of him and saw a robotic drone of some sort scanning the area.  He froze and hoped that Catwoman would take the cue to do the same thing... and waited.  The scanner cast it's soft light all around and above it, but no alarms were triggered.  It seemed that whatever sensors the drone was using could not penetrate the insulated ducts.  As the drone moved on, oblivious to their presence for the time being.<br/><br/>He started to move, but stopped again as he caught Robin's signal on the secure channel.  The same bat channel that he had used for the past few years thanks to Mr Fox.  He placed his hand to his cowl and spoke low in response to his young sidekick.<br/><br/><strong>"I did.  I'm going in through the vents.  If you're nearby, I'd try the roof.  The convention floor has been encased in solid ice.  Keep in touch, but don't forget... that maniac has hostages."</strong><br/><br/>Batman continued on... making a pit stop in the room with the main fuse box.  Stealthily, he placed a small device on the box, insurance for later.  He listened to the conversation from the top floor.  Freeze belonged in Arkham, that much was certain... and Boyle, it seemed belonged in prison.  He was going to make sure that both men wound up exactly where they belonged.  He turned back toward Catwoman and motioned to the ducts again.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on... we're going to the top floor.  You take point this time."</strong>