<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/robin_iii_neon_symbol_wp_by_chaomanceromega-d58zja1_zpsaef5e680.png)</div><strong>Name: Jason Todd, Robin<br/>Location: Gotham (East End, ) -&gt; GCPD Building<br/>Tagging: Batman, Black Canary, Hawk-Girl, Raven, Nightwing, Commissioner.</strong><br/><br/>This night was simply doing all it could to annoy the hot-headed, young Robin. He'd had a plan worked out since early that morning, was prepared to follow through and get some answers on the mysterious Ms. Kyle, but this never came to pass. Why? Well, there were several factors. A recent gang war had broken out, and the criminal underworld had been shaken up by the collateral. Cops were being killed, which meant that while The Penguin and Black Mask's goons were duking it out over something undoubtedly petty, most other criminals were watching their backs, sticking to quieter work unless they were, for some reason, too stupid to do so.  Maybe they were just too damn proud or confident in themselves, maybe inconspicuous wasn't their style. Didn't really matter.<br/><br/>That said, Jason had been doing just as Batman had been, despite how it inconvenienced him. He'd begun his night tracking the signal from Selina Kyle's phone. Not easily done...or very easily done if someone had, say, activated it's GPS while she was asleep. But despite how simple following it had been for a few minutes, it wasn't long before his actual job began to get in the way of his own personal investigation. Mugging, quickly dealt with. A few minutes later, shoot out. A bit harder to deal with but the work had been done. He shook down the shooters, there were only a few, but they were nobodies. Small time, nothing to do with any major players. Things went on like this for a good few hours, following the signal and stopping only to deal with disturbances, which became more frequent as the signal began to take him into the East End.<br/><br/>A sounding in his ear stopped him, though, as it should have. The gruff voice brought a bit of a smirk to his face, which persisted even as Robin shrugged and sighed in reaction to the message. By the tone and sudden cut off of the message, he figured something was wrong. Then again, it could've been the usual crap. "Good ol' Bruce." He mumbled with a chuckle, turning opposite of the GPS signal's coordinates. Unless Selina had planned on dumping the phone, which he doubted she would, he could follow it another time. In the meantime, the Bat was calling, and so Jason began to make his way to what would undoubtedly be a warm reunion at the Gotham Clock Tower. Heh, right.<br/><br/>It was going to take a bit of time to get to the clock tower from the East End. Jason had been just a block or two away from the remains of the Monarch Theater, while the clock tower stood at near the southern edge of Gotham, three blocks away from the GCPD Building. That was clear across the city, further aggravating Jason. He had to move his ass, or be chewed out for not being prompt, and quite honestly, he didn't feel like dealing with that. So, he was on his way as quickly as possible. His motorcycle carried him quite a ways in a good amount of time, a little over half way through the city towards the clock tower. There hadn't been any interruptions, no crimes, at least not for sometime. A gunshot sounded from a block or two over, immediately catching his attention, and when more gunshots rang out he was steered immediately off course.<br/><br/>Jason stopped nearby and took a vantage point. 18th Street was a mess. A small mess, but a mess none the less, of muzzle flash, shell casings and police sirens as gunshots rang out on four different sides of the road. On the street itself, Gotham Police were beginning to barricade the road with their cars, preventing escape. Between the two barricades were two wide alleyways, one on each side of the road, with cars parked on in front of both. Two different gangs seemed to be gathered primarily around those alleys, using their cars and such as cover. Penguin's men were on one side, Black Masks on the other. In the middle was the kill-box, the area of crossfire between the three different factions where there were already a few corpses lying. It was there that things had probably began to escalate between the two gangs, and when the police arrived and had been driven to take shots did the two gangs take positions in the alleys.<br/><br/>Jason's eyes narrowed as he continued to survey the area. Ambulances were beginning to arrive to pick up injured cops. He began to count them up, Gotham Police: five on one side, five on the other. Two injured. It made sense, they were just returning fire really. Penguin's thugs, nine of them, four dead. Black Mask's thugs, eleven of them, two dead. Black Mask's goons were obviously winning this little skirmish. They were much more heavily armed than Penguin's men. Still, though, Penguin's men were holding out well for a group of outgunned thugs. "Alright," Jason mumbled, cracking his neck and taking hold of his grapple gun. "Let's get it over with."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA!</strong></span><br/><br/>"AHHHH GOD!!!!!"<br/><br/>"Don't be a lil' bitch! Keep up tha pressure, boys! Show em' what happens when you mess with the Penguin's stuff!" A grunt yelled over the pained scream of one of his comrades.<br/><br/>The man was really feeling the heat. They all were feeling it, seriously wishing Cobblepot had provided some better arms, and after a good few minutes of pumping bullets into the other side of the street they were wishing he'd provided a bit more ammunition as well.<br/><br/>In all the excitement, there was a lot that had gone unnoticed. Nobody had seen when Robin descended upon them from his vantage point, nor did they notice when he'd begun inflicting all sorts of pain on goons furthest back. They didn't hear the groans of pain with each quickly landed punch, the cracking of a rib, the snapping of the wrist of some poor underling who had thought it wise to point a gun at Jason.<br/><br/>"Hey, somebody toss me a clip!...HEY, ASSHOLES, HURRY UP!"<br/><br/>"Yo." Jason tossed a full clip at the grunts back.<br/><br/>He whipped around angrily, though his expression rapidly changed in the split second that he remained conscious. "Hey, you're - AHHHGH!!"<br/><br/>In a flash of red and yellow, Robin pounced on the last of Penguin's henchmen, palming his face and forcing him to the floor. His head hit the ground with a thud, there was a gasp, and then unconsciousness set in. "No, my name isn't 'AHHHGH'. Common mistake, I know."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>On the other side? Well, second verse same as the first. Being that Black Mask's men were a bit more heavily armed, and that there were a few more of them on that side, Robin tossed a few flash pellets into the alley before diving in. Obviously a blinded target was easier to deal with, and most of them didn't just go shooting around in fear of hitting an ally, which left Jason free to dive in and clean house. Therer was one left, one who's vision was slowly returning and was none too pleased when Jason came into focus. With an assault rifle in hand and readied, he growled at his assailant, slowly stepping back.<br/><br/>"ROBIN?! MAN, you've been a reeal pain in a lot of asses lately. What's the matter? Batman retired and left his boy scout to deal with things?!"<br/><br/>"Well, that's kinda my thing, being a pain in the ass. I'm in a rush, though, so if you'd just tell me what you know that'd be great."<br/><br/>"Cocky prick. How about you just fucking die!" The trigger was pulled, the alley lit up with gunfire, and Robin was unfazed. He juked to the right, than lunged to the left, ducking under the spray of bullets and into a full sprint. He jumped onto the left wall, kicked off and over the spray. The annoyed goon desperately tried aiming for the bounding, agile sidekick, and he got pretty damn close, but in the end his efforts weren't good enough. A bullet grazed Robin's arm as he knocked the gun out of the man's hands and took him by the neck, slamming him onto the ground angrily. He winced, gritting his teeth firmly and stared down at the grunt, who despite everything wore a neutral expression.<br/><br/>"Alright, enough of this crap. Tell me about your boss. What's his game? What's all this crap with Penguin?"<br/><br/>"Pfft...I'm not telling you a damn thing. What're you gonna do, punch me?"<br/><br/>"Punch you? No. I'm gonna break every bone in your friggin' body if you don't start talking."<br/><br/>Robin released his neck and set a foot on the man's shin. "Yeah, whate-AHHHHHH!!!!" He applied the perfect amount of pressure, a sickening snap and a scream filled the alleyway.<br/><br/>"Feel that? That was your tibia. Next is the femur. We gonna chat now, or...?"<br/><br/>"F-Fuck you!" The grunt spat out, face twisted in pain as Robin pressed down on the broken bone slightly. "You think this is bad? Ehggh...he's sadistic." His voice was heavy and shaky, labored by the pain. "He'll make it last for days, weeks. Then he'll kill ya, especially if you betray him. You? Broken bones and Blackgate Prison. S'all you got to scare me with. So go ahead...I ain't talking."<br/><br/>"Well, I've got just about all night." Robin lifted his foot and set it on the man's other shin, but before he could continue with his interrogation he noticed out of his peripheral view, something in the sky. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes, then wandered over to the other side of the man, standing just behind his head. "Gonna have to cut this time short." A quick kick to the head put the guy asleep real easy, but rather than leave him here with the rest of the gangsters, Robin put him in bat-cuffs and hoisted him away. The Batsignal was up, which meant something was going on, and that said, Batman would most likely be at the Police Station rather than the clock tower. Conveniently, he could drop off this goon, since he seemed to know quite a bit about Black Mask. Maybe a police grilling would make him talk. He seriously doubted it, but it was worth a try.<br/><br/>Robin didn't bother talking with the police or anything like that. He immediately took to the streets to reach the GCPD Building, which took about fifteen minutes. He parked his motorcycle in an ally about a block away, circled around in those back passages, and then grappled his way onto the rooftop of the police department, unconscious gangster held under an arm. With a casual stride, he wandered over towards the group and tossed the man in the middle of all of the gathered heroes, taking a deep breath and crossing his arms and looking over the costumed gathering from under his hood.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">Damn he's heavy</span>...Okay, I know I'm late. But I was dealing with some things. So, yeah...what's the deal?"