A pleasant ping! signaled that security had been compromised on one of the predisposed targets. Carefully planted clues- in the form of addresses, fabricated names, and key terms such as the "Snake" gang, the "Tiger" gang, and the "Monk" gang- had been dutifully collected by what was perhaps the brightest mind Dr Hugo Strange hoped to extinguish. Those clues could have lead to a large number of chosen locations, but it appeared Red Robin had chosen to strike at a sprawling factory building in South Gotham.
Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne was the most studious of the Bat Brood, but that made the trials and tribulations the good doctor ran for him all the more interesting. The boy had a crippling sense of duty that inevitably cycled back to self-loathing and guilt. It was only through intervening factors (ie the Superboy [further analysis required], Batgirl [note: Stephanie Brown, former Spoiler, daughter of the Cluemaster], and Nightwing [note: Richard John Grayson, former Robin, former Batman, married to Barbara Gordon-Grayson]) that the troubled youth managed to skirt the utter self destruction that he bordered on for so long.
The soft tap tap! of a keyboard overlapped the soft hum of machinery and the precise tick tock of a grandfather clock. Three separate video feeds spread across three different monitors.
On the first screen, a lithe woman (identified as Lynx [note: emotional attachment via Red Robin] [note: dispensable]) elegantly eliminated one of the pawn's pawns from the equation. No matter; there were plenty of disposables waiting for a chance to be bested by one of these vigilantes.
The second screen depicted a burly boy who bore a symbolic S in red on his black t-shirt. If his costume (if a casual shirt and jeans could truly ever be called proper hero's garb) was not sufficient evidence to identify this boy as the Superboy, then the strong physical resemblance to the infamous Superman could circumstantially prove his identity. Hmm. Strange that the brute was not actively engaging his opponents. Past research had indicated the Superboy was prey to an impulsive nature and a cocky attitude. Perhaps the occupant of the third screen had found a suitable leash by which to tether the Superboy's awesome power.
Red Robin was captured on the final screen and was seen lowering another nameless body to the ground. They were so careful! So "stealthy"! The three operated as a team, a move that was only heightened the gain and the risk of this little project. Dear Timothy's involvement was to be expected. The addition of the Superboy was... opportune, to say the very least. Intelligent eyes watched as Red Robin repeat his silent tactics on yet another unimportant drone. What a delightful challenge this boy posed. The camera refocused on the cowled vigilante, before Red Robin disappeared out of view down a connecting corridor.
A pleased hum.
Everything was proceeding quite nicely.
"Administer the medicine, our company is fast arriving."
