the roar of the motorbike echoed through the damp tunnels that winded underground towards the Bat Cave , tires gripping the stone beneath despite the moisture prevalent ; she follows every curve in the path with expert capability until reaching the greater opening that laid waiting at the end of the road . . . the Bat Cave itself .
Stephanie would drive across the grand bridge , headlight illuminating the familiar silhouette that sat in front of a vast array of LED screens . . . the famous Bat Computer . As she brought her vehicle to a park , a small group of bats would fly upward due to being startled . . . their eeks muffling out the sound of the motorcycle engine being killed .
lowering her hood , she'd approach the man , ❝ Cathedral Square was a bust . . . ❞ taking the homogenously sealed bag containing bloodied gauze from out of her belt , she would place it on the desk besides the man in question , ❝ . . . managed to get a fresh victim sample at least ; thinking that you could use it to help triangulate Pyg's travel patterns . ❞
deep down , she knew that her suggestion was most likely going to be shrugged off . . . her and @vigilanthe never saw eye to eye , their history somewhat complicated and not exactly on good terms ; dammit , she was still committed to the crusade on Gotham though . . . even despite who her boss was .
