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🦇—-;; Bruce hums when she speaks, “you remind me of him a little bit when I first met him.” He says, “he was just a kid trying to survive as best he could in a world that gave him a bad hand since birth…I…wish I’d found him sooner in all honesty. Maybe then he wouldn’t have hit me in the stomach with a tire iron when I caught him stealing my tires…” What a brave kid he’d been, stealing the tires from the batmobile of all things. “Maybe…he wouldn’t have run off to find Joker and turned his tracker off…”

It’s clear Bruce carried quite a bit of guilt about Jason, and that wasn’t going to go away any time soon, he’d probably always carry it with him. He clears his throat and shakes his head a little. “Ah…you don’t really need to hear the stories of an old man lamenting about his failed relationship with his son though…” Bruce says, trying to dismiss the topic a bit, to move on with things, because right now it’s all he can do to alleviate the hurt in his chest.

He nodded when she responds to his name, “it didn’t use to be that way, but…having your identity revealed to the world, you don’t really get a secret identity anymore.” You don’t really get to rest easily either. “I think I will call you Erin, I’ve no reason to call you the other things.” He says to her. He’s quiet briefly as he thinks for questions. “You can tell me about yourself, I suppose. I don’t really have specific questions.”

"Don't be too hard on yourself." She says, trying to reassure him with a gentle pat on his shoulder. “You’re doing better than my father, I can tell you that much.” That's putting it nicely. Erin's not very fond of her dad, but from what she's heard through Bruce, he's definitely done more than she would ask for.

"I'm not really much to talk about." She replies, as she thinks on what to say next. "I'm an orphan, have been since I was little. I used to steal things before I met him."

Then it hit her of what exactly she should talk about. "That's actually how he found me!" Laughing to herself before she continued. "Got too busy stealing things I shouldn't have." It's surprising how she managed to sneak by a couple of armed gang members. And all to steal a couple of guns that she'd probably sell for less than they're worth. "Next thing you know, he's behind me asking 'Isn't it past your bedtime?' or whatever." Erin exaggerates, using her best Redhood impression.

She laughs at herself, and not too soon after quiets down, her brows knitting together. "I just hope we find him, y'know?" She says, somberly. "I'm not sure where to go after this." It upsets her, this constant thought of being alone again. And she curls up a little, bringing knees to her chest in attempt to hide her feelings.

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“Tch, concerned about what?” She retorts, averting her eyes from his. “I’ve been doing fine before, and no one’s cared then, so...” Erin shrugs as her voice trails off.

Care isn't something Erin's gotten in a long while, and it's made her distant to the world. Now having people like Bruce talk to her about safety, it makes her feel weird. And she puts emotional walls up because of it. She's trying to get used to the concern, but there's that little voice in the back of her head. Telling her that maybe, and though this is a very unlikely maybe, that the next person she lets in might be like her father. Or even worse, end up like her mother.

And she just can't shake the feeling of it.

"I'll be fine, okay? I'll 'do better'. Is that what you want to hear?" She mocks, turning to face the computer screen. "Let's just get this night over with."

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🦇—-;; Bruce shakes his head when she apologised, she didn’t need to apologise, even if it was an old wound that hadn’t quite healed correctly, he wasn’t sure if he could mend his relationship with his estranged son, because he’d never abandoned him, despite what Joker had convinced him. Jason’s ‘death’ had nearly destroyed him.

“…I’m surprised he took on a protégé.” Bruce says, hands loosening slightly on the wheel, “given how resentful he is of me…I…never wanted him to turn out the way he did…I wish I’d found him before…” He stops and then he shakes his head a little, no he didn’t need to get into that right now. “You’re a good kid, from what I’ve noticed so far. A little reckless, but…a good kid. He probably saw that too, wanted to make sure you didn’t end up doing something that got you killed.”

Maybe Bruce could help too, in the meantime, give her skills that she didn’t have to help her if she decided to stick with the vigilantism, maybe Jason will come looking for her and tell him to back off. “You know…I’m surprised he hasn’t told you about who he is…” Bruce wouldn’t do that, Jason hadn’t told her for a reason, but he can’t help but state this. He doesn’t need to say his real name, because everyone knew Batman was Bruce Wayne, they’d known that since he’d been unmasked that fateful Halloween by Scarecrow. “But I suppose he wanted his secrets…” He frowned slightly.

“I’m…Bruce, by the way. If you haven’t gathered with them calling me that or Bats.” He says, realising he hasn’t actually learned much about her before jumping into this with her.

“I’m sure he wasn’t planning on it either.” Whether it was obvious or not, Redhood didn't seem like the type to work with others. But then again neither did Batman, yet here she was in his car.

Erin saddens a little hearing more about Bruce's relationship with her mentor. Redhood barely mentioned him at all around her, and the only times he did was whenever he'd go out alone. Despite doing this as an emergency circumstance, Erin did feel as if she betrayed him somewhat.

She did crack a smile, at Bruce's compliment though. “Heh, well you’re right on the money with that one.” Erin thinks back on when she first met Redhood. So full of rage, and without a care for her life back then. There's still that part of her in there, but being a vigilante helps in managing it. She does wonder though, how Batman would've reacted to her once hot-headed nature.

“I never really asked, so I don't blame him." She assumed that maybe it was for a good reason. Even though Erin had eventually told him most of the things about her, he never really spoke about himself much. But she wasn't going to pry, she was already grateful he had taken her in, and she didn't want to ruin that.

“I figured as much.” She answers back. “I'm, Erin. I don't have a code name, but most people just call me brat, twerp, or little shit anyway, so..." There was disdain in her voice, but she shakes it off, trying to ignore her intrusive thoughts. "Was there any questions you'd like to ask? I mean, it's only fair since you answered mine."

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🦇—-;; Bruce hums when she heckled him, he’d definitely missed that kind of banter with family, he hasn’t seen them in a while. Though he’s quite sure they know he’s re-emerged. After all, Batman’s return was hardly subtle, maybe they thought he was an imposter wearing the suit. He supposed he’d find out if they came looking for him. “Of course I do, just not everyone’s worthy of seeing me have fun.” Bruce says gently.

The engine of the car is almost a soothing sound, though he can barely feel the vibrations through the vehicle thanks to the stabilizers. He expected Erin to keep talking, questions she hasn’t asked yet because he made it clear it was a tough subject. But…the question about Jason still took him by surprise.

He’s quiet at first, debating on actually answering her. Then beneath the cowl, his brows furrow. “He was my son…my Robin….and then Joker….Joker took him from me…” Bruce speaks the truth. “For a long time I thought he was dead…then he came back and tried to kill me…he’s the reason why I haven’t been around for a while, one of them at least…He went by Arkham Knight before he was Red Hood.”

He just kept the facts very vague, he figured if she wasn’t calling him Jason, then maybe she didn’t know his name, that was a little odd. But, he chose not to question it. “…The last time I spoke to him, I apologised…he blamed me for what Joker did to him…and I let him…” Because he should have been more careful, he should have kept a better eye on the boy, but instead he’d lost him and been unable to find him.

“Oh,” Erin responded, remaining silent for a while before speaking again. “I’m sorry for asking.”

There was a possibility in her mind, a reason for why Redhood was so distant towards her. Why he refused to talk to her about much, besides his plan for whatever mission they had next. She thought that maybe, deep down he had hated her or found her annoying. Only using her as a means to an end. Another thought conjured that maybe he been broken due to society and outside influences just like her. Erin just had never expected it to be so tragic.

Sure, she was only given surface level information. And she could never really comprehend how deep it went. But there was still that compassion there.

It was awkward for her in this moment. Erin wasn't really sure what to say next, or if she should even say anything at all. Nevertheless, she did manage to muster up some words.

"If it means anything, I look up to him. A lot." She hesitates a little before speaking again. "I wouldn't be where I am without him." Erin feels embarrassed to even say such a thing aloud, but it's true. Who knows how or where she'd end up if her mentor hadn't intervened. Thinking on it now, she hasn't even thanked him for all he's done. Hopefully they'd find him soon, at least before anything bad happened.

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🦇—-;; “Yes, we do.” They needed to hurry regardless, after all he needed to make sure the boss didn’t escape if he’d managed to be warned by any of the men here that Batman was on his tail, he doubts it, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. He’s also not too sure how Jason will react to him being there if he was already there. The last time he’d spoken to the kid was years ago. And well…he’s not a kid anymore and Bruce had been ‘dead’ for years.

He rose a brow at her question, watching her over the edge of the vehicle and he nodded his head. “Yes. Well have better luck in finding him if we work together.” Even if Bruce was definitely the type to work alone most of the time, he did understand when he might need help, did she know? He wasn’t sure she did, but he doesn’t comment on that. He wasn’t even sure her mentor will have told her much about their history anyway.

He reached over across the console to open the door in the back for her to get in, it wasn’t the exact same design he’d had for the vehicle, mainly, it didn’t have the big canon in the middle, since it was based on an earlier prototype, since the original ones were destroyed when he destroyed the batcave.

The doors closed over the two of them once they were both in the car and he chuckled at her question. “Of course I do.” He says. Once he’s sure she’s buckled in properly, he hits the gas to take off in the direction they needed to go.

Hearing him laugh surprised her. “Ah, so you do have fun!” She said, heckling him once again. She hadn't expected to get such emotion from Bruce besides doom and gloom. This warmed her up to him a bit. Maybe if she kept at it, she'd be able to get a new mentor to learn from.

Erin enjoyed the car ride. Seeing Gotham from the streets seemed a little different. Mind you, she’s familiar with the city from a sidewalk view, and she’s even taken some car rides from the back of a police vehicle. But this time was different, it was comforting. To say the least.

“So, how exactly do you know Redhood?” She asks, turning to face Batman. “I mean, you said you knew him as a child. Did he need your help too?”

Erin was a little hesitant to ask such questions, but curiosity got the best of her. Despite spending time with him, Redhood was never really one to talk, let alone about himself. This wasn't something she could fault him for, being that she has the same problem of shutting down emotionally herself. But being around him certainly didn't help in Erin opening up to others, and it would be nice to remove some air of mystery around the person she's been learning under.

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🦇—-;; Bruce hummed when she responded, he certainly understood the impatience of wanting to go in and deal with the situation. But he knew patience always won out in these scenarios. She was learning, he was more than willing to teach her things, and let her chose which moral standing was better for her. Though if she was working with him, she wasn’t allowed to kill anyone. He’d made that very clear after the first time she threatened someone. He can help her navigate her other issues though, as he had been trying to do.

He looked at her when she spoke, “don’t let them see you.” Bruce says, “We’ll ruin our element of surprise.” He reminds her before she moved to jump off the roof. He took a different approach, taking a few steps back before he moved, running to get a bit of velocity before he jumped and spread the cape out to glide down and landing silently on the roof of the warehouse.

He looked around a bit to find a way in, spotting one of the windows he moved and carefully pried it open to let them both in and dropping into the building itself. His movements are quick but silent as to not draw the attention of any of the armed men. Sure the suit’s bulletproof, but he didn’t want to be shot at if he can avoid it. He came up behind one of the guards and put an arm around his neck and made sure he couldn't get the gun behind him an used enough pressure with his arm to knock the guy out. He’s making his way to the office where the boss and the dealer were going, he can hear them talking business.

She definitely takes Bruce's words into consideration. As loud as she might usually be, while out in the field Erin makes sure she's as quiet as a mouse. Her inexperience doesn't allow her to make bold movements, something both Redhood and now Batman have reminded her.

Landing comes easy, as she makes sure to roll onto the roof instead of landing with her feet, her body making a more silent entrance. Soon after, Erin follows Batman until he stops at a window, and waits as he forced it open. She drops down quietly after him, and goes the other way around towards another guard.

Finding her target, she comes up behind the guard and smothers his mouth with her hand. Fighting a little to bring him down before she brought a swift fist to his face, incapacitating him. Once confirming he was out, Erin disarmed the guard and unloaded the magazine finally tossing all of it to the side.

Trying to keep up with him, she takes out all the guards opposite from him. Finally making her way back to Bruce, Erin looks at him waiting for the command to bust into the office and stop the whole deal.

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🦇—-;; Bruce had been trying to teach her not to jump the gun, because if she was going to get involved in this, she needed to know exactly what she was getting into before she jumped down into the fight. So far she seemed willing to listen to him, he can assume Jason had been teaching her similar things, lessons he’d learned from Bruce.

He was expecting more questions, but for now he watched what was happening below, there was a group of three guards, all armed, there were a few more inside and their boss, he counted ten people, the lenses of the cowl indicated the use of the cowl’s detective vision given that his eyes weren’t visible right now, so he was able to see them milling about inside, waiting for the supplier.

“Not every night. but when getting information from a questionable source, you learn your surroundings before you jump in to fight so you don’t get any nasty surprises.” He tells her, “it’s important if you want to avoid getting killed that you don’t rush in without knowing what exactly you’re dealing with.”

He crouches down then, trying to avoid straining his broken ribs as he does so. He really should be back at the bunker and healing, not running head long into a weapon’s deal bust.

It’s a further two minutes before a small group of two or three black SUV’s pull up to the warehouse, Bruce watches the men who climb out, counting them before his attention shifts to the warehouse door when the boss opens the door to greet the newly arrived group. “There’s the dealer...and the shipment.” He says, pointing them out. “We can corner them in the warehouse, and avoid getting shot by the guards. There’s a few of them, we’ll need to deal with them.”

“Oh,” She nods, accepting of the answer. “Yeah. I guess that makes sense.” Being around Batman has been a different experience, she'll admit. Mind you, Erin isn't a stranger to violence, and Bruce doesn't seem to have a problem taking down the average thug. But she does have that sense of overkill when it comes to combat, and her threats of killing tend to be an issue, especially around him.

Not to mention her anger, attitude, and have we already mentioned her impatience? She's a lot of work, but she's getting there. It didn't take her too long to learn under Redhood, although they did see more eye to eye than she does with Bruce. For the moment.

Suddenly, Erin perks up when Bruce points out the dealer’s vehicles. Watching as they walk into the warehouse, she turns back to him with a grin on her face. “Finally! Let’s go kick some ass!” She’s excited again, and raring to go down and finish the job.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, Erin popped off her grappling gun, letting it fly until it snagged onto something across the way. "See you on the way down!" She told him, before swinging her way off the roof and onto the warehouse below.

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🦇—-;; Bruce looked at her when she spoke, “they’re not going to give us any more information here.” The vigilante says. He did notice her body language and it might have been a hot minute since he’d had a teenager following him around as Robin and in himself, he remembers the signs well enough. Bruce wondered how long she’d pushed it without proper rest, His brows furrow a little beneath the cowl and he huffed softly. “If he’s not already taking care of this.” He says, he has his own doubts, he wasn’t sure where Jason had gone, but he wouldn’t tell her that.

He new she saw him press the call button for the car, he doesn’t bother to explain what it was because the engines of the car gave it away as it came peeling up to where they were, stopping about a foot in front of him, the doors opened. He looked at her again when she spoke and he rose a brow.

He gave a little disgruntled sound, clearly not finding the humour in her teasing. “I’m going after that boss, you’re welcome to come with.” He says to her as he moves to climb up into the vehicle, using one of the wheels to do so. He looked at her, “unless you’d prefer to walk to the other side of Gotham by yourself?” He dropped down into the seat then, making sure he took a moment to settle into the vehicle.

“Mhm, mhm, maybe.” Nodding in slight agreement. It was possible that he might be over there already. If so then that only made Erin want to hurry more. Maybe then she’d finally find him. And if she had the courage, ask why he had left her so long without a word. “Then I need to hurry.” She muttered, her brows knit together a little. Erin is trying not to let this get to her, but it gets harder and harder the more she thinks about it.

Erin perks back up again at the invitation, an audible gasp leaving her lips. “You’d really want me to join you?” She won’t admit it, but she was never going to turn down an opportunity to work with Batman again. Erin, despite most of her time being alone, actually enjoys the company of a few others.

Hearing Batman’s other suggestion solidified her choice even more. “No, no! Car ride is more than fine!” She blurted sheepishly. Driving there was so much better than continuously walking as she had not too long ago.

And as he hopped into his vehicle, it wasn’t too long before the back seats opened and Erin had sat herself in. “You speed around the city in this thing?” Asking, as she buckled herself in.

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🦇—-;; It had been a hot minute since Bruce had had a companion to run along side him out in the field, let alone one who countered his general moodiness by sassing him. It certainly made him miss having a Robin around, but it felt strange going back and asking Tim to be that again after everything, he hadn’t said much to them since they discovered him hiding out in Gotham back when he was still running around as a ghost.

“You’re the one asking if I’m in pain.” He quips in response, the climbing definitely didn’t help his injuries, but he was going to be fine. He’d been through a lot worse. Once at the top of the building, he surveyed the area below, it had been pretty reliable intel that lead him here, then again he’d extracted it from some lower level thug and didn’t give him the chance to warn anyone.

“Are you paying any attention?” Bruce asks, without looking at her when she makes her complaint. “There’s a lot going on if you watch.” He says, he lifts his hand a bit to point. “We’re waiting for their shipment to arrive, then we’re going to get them and their dealer and destroy the weapons. You need to be more patient.”

“Of course, I am.” She isn’t. At least, she isn’t seeing it the way he sees it. Erin would much prefer to keep things simple. Heck, if it were up to her she’d be down there beating those thugs right now.

Her eyes do follow his hand though, and as she looks back down again, Erin tries to somewhat understand what Bruce is getting at.

It’s interesting, watching the way the smugglers go about their business. They follow a pattern without knowing, and eventually said pattern is memorized. You can see the gears turning in her head, bits and pieces of an idea coming to fruition. An entrance and exit plan all into one, it'd just be up to luck though if it worked or not. Her thinking is getting there, but more training is definitely in order.

Erin’s so focused on the traffic down below that her face twists a little when he comments on her patience. “I’m…trying.” She scoffs, thinking on her words for once. To be honest, she’s not used to planning like this. It was typically her mentor’s job to scope things out. Afterwards he’d tell her what to do and she’d follow it to a T. “Is it like this for you every night?” She says, this time coming out as an actual question.

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“Oh?” A smile traces her lips. “Concerned is a strong word, Batman.” Erin exaggerates. She won’t admit, but she has warmed up to him a bit. In her own weird sense, bothering him was a way of showing endearment. Within means, of course. “But, yeah. If you want to use ‘concerned’, we’ll call it that.”

It’s been a while since she’s seen her more angry mentor, a thought that Erin’s been trying to put on the back burner for a while now. It has gotten easier to think less about him though, ever since she’s been following the caped crusader around. But to say she's completely forgotten about Redhood would be an understatement.

Nevertheless, Erin had managed to follow Bruce all the way up and across a couple of buildings. Stopping just short a ways from their destination. She was hoping for action, but it had turned into more of a stakeout than anything else. Something her patience was less than willing to wait for.

“How long are we supposed to be watching this place?” She questions, though it sounded more of like a complaint. “Nothing has happened!”

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🦇—-;; Bruce huffs when she turns from him, he knows she hasn’t settled down, it’s all over her body language. Anger or not, he wasn’t going to let her kill anyone, surely Jason had taught her that Batman had a code. Then again, he had been gone for the last two years, recuperating and reinventing his tactics as Batman to ensure what happened on Halloween with Scarecrow couldn’t happen again.

The guy babbled a bit, clearly terrified and in a lot of pain, willing to speak to save himself more pain. Bruce had learned people like this had a breaking point and he’d found it, besides, nothing he did had lasting effects on them and he’s done a lot worse in the past than what he’s doing right now. He kept his eyes on the guy, eyes narrowing a little bit, he learned in a little the guy only repeated what he said, begging not to be hurt or killed. He doesn’t think the guy is lying about not seeing Red Hood recently.

Hearing Erin ask where the shipment’s going he does spill the beans on that before Bruce even has the chance to ask, as well as where their boss was hiding out. Bruce tilted his head a little. “Hm…you’ve still got nine more fingers. If you’re lying, I’ll come back and break the rest.” He tells him. The guy just babbled about not knowing anything else.

Bruce ripped the batarang from the crate, before he used his hand to forcefully shove the guy’s head back, knocking him unconscious before letting the body slump down. He stepped over him and he looked at Erin. He turns a little and presses something at his wrist to call the batmobile.

"So, I'm guessing that's it then?" Watching as Bruce throws the man back against the container, knocking him out. “I still have some energy left in me, so I’ll probably give their boss a little visit.” She says, stretching her arms overhead and letting out a yawn. “Maybe I’ll even beat Red Hood to it!” Erin’s heard all she needs to know, and even more. To be honest, this is the best lead she’s got and she doesn’t plan on losing it now.

Her body is a bit overrun though, and it became obvious when she yawned. Erin has been stressing about this for days, and working non-stop to boot. But she’s stubborn, and she’d rather not have to deal with another sleepless night.

Her eyes watched back as he glanced at her. Peeking behind him to see what he had pressed when he turned. Not too long after does his Batmobile come roaring to his position. Erin frowns, somewhat saddened that her new co-worker might be going; leaving her alone once again. "You off to your little hideout?” She meant it more as a comment, but it came off as a question. “I understand if you need to take your nap, old man.” Teasing, she sticks her tongue out at him.

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🦇—-;; Bruce watches her as she talks to the guy, who seems determined not to say a word, which made him think he definitely knew something, even if it wasn’t a lot. However, he doesn’t point this out, the man is scared of them both, he knows this thanks to the way he’s looking between the two of them as if he can’t decide on who’s the bigger threat. The little girl or Batman.

The vigilante is silent when as Erin started pacing, he could tell she was frustrated and eventually when frustration became anger. His eyes shift to her again when she threatens to kill the man. Bruce’s whole demeanour changes and he bares his teeth. “Why don’t you step away. Let me handle this.” It wasn’t a suggestion, Bruce would get the guy to talk, but he wasn’t going to let her fly off the handle at him. He narrowed his eyes, waiting for her to either argue with him or back down. Either way, he’s already grabbing the guy and reaching for something on his utility belt.

Shoving the guy harshly back into the metal container, he settles on an effective threat, “you know we could do this the easy way or the painful way, it’s your choice.” Bruce says to the guy who struggles a little, though he stops when the edge of one of the batarangs is held up in his line of sight and then stabbed into the metal beside him, through the top of his coat, pinning him there as long as he didn’t struggle too much, but it’s a not so subtle threat.

The guy still stayed quiet, like he was calling Batman’s bluff, which Bruce responded to by dislocating one of the guys fingers. It’s then that the guy speaks for the first time, cussing at him, but he does get an answer at least. That they hadn’t seen Red Hood since he tried to interfere with their last shipment. Followed by a ‘I swear man that’s all I know!’ When Bruce tries to press for more information.

Erin stands tall when Bruce bares his teeth, like some animal preparing to attack. Her demeanor doesn’t change, but her body betrays her as her eyes widen slightly. The fear’s still there, but her arrogance, or ignorance, somewhat get the better of her.

Somewhat.

The staring contest ends when Erin realizes who she’s trying to go toe-to-toe with. And almost as if looking at the sun, she turns her face to hide her embarrassment. “Tch, whatever.” Playing her anger off nonchalantly, as she crosses her arms.

She does look upon Batman’s style of interrogation, a bit disappointed when the blade doesn’t even manage so much as nick the guy’s face. A gun would get him to open up. Not to mention it was a sure fire way to make sure they kept quiet after. Didn’t need their boss trying to high-tail out of Gotham by the time they got there. To Bruce’s credit though a small smile did cross Erin’s face when she hears the assailant scream as his fingers get bent in the wrong direction.

Then she grows tired again once the goon is back to his usual phrase. “Ask him where the shipment’s going, and let’s be done with this.” She comments aloud. “I’m already getting tired of looking at this place, as is.”

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🦇—-;; Bruce jumped down and used the cowl to track the movement through through the smoke, avoiding the stray bullets that flew past them both. He could hear the mens’ panicked babbling. It made them both easier to track through the thick smoke that billowed around them, concealing both him and Erin from being seen directly. As soon as he knew which one she had gone for, he went for the other.

Grabbing the gun, he hit the guy with the end of it before proceeded to unload it so it couldn’t be fired again before throwing it aside, away from the man. He grabbed him, feeling him kick against the armour of the suit and hear him swear and curse at him. This was nothing new, but now the smoke was starting to clear up. Bruce glared. The use of his last name like a slur wasn’t a surprise either. He takes the spare rope from his belt to bide the guy so he wouldn’t be going anywhere. It made for an easier interrogation too.

He looked up at her when she spoke, his foot pressed down to keep the guy from crawling off, not that he’d get far with how he’s tied. “Focus.” He says to her, though it had been an unnecessary comment, he saw her attention turn to the man. He shoves him with his boot and lifts him up before he dragged him to sit him up against one of the nearby containers.

He knelt down, watching the guy still when he leaned closer. Despite having just cussed Bruce out, the guy was scared, he mutters something about not knowing anything and the vigilante tilted his head a little. “We’ll see.” He says and he looks at Erin. “I have a few tricks too.” He shifts. “If he plays nice and tells us where Hood is, then we won’t have to resort to our tricks to make him talk.”

“Hmm, maybe...” She mumbles. Being kind wasn’t truly her MO, and it certainly wasn’t in her training. Even looking at the criminal made her blood boil.

Crouching down to meet their level, Erin asks the question. “Where’s the Red Hood.” Cold and succinct. She really had no time to waste on scum like this, and every moment the guy kept tight lipped was more time the Red Hood was getting farther away from her. Whether or not he had the answers she was looking for.

The thug still seemed in shock after everything, the way he was whimpering and blubbering the same things over and over. Erin’s brows furrowed, and her hands balled into fists so tight they were shaking.

“Argh, this is getting no where!” She screams, getting up from her spot a couple feet away. Pacing back and forth, her mind is filled with ideas of what to do next. She hadn’t even really gotten an answer from the captor, and to her it already seemed like a losing game.

Taking deep, heavy breathes, Erin can feel her rage pouring over. Before finally stopping and looking back at the tied man, eyes burning into is skull as if she had heat vision herself. “I'll fucking kill you! That’ll get you to talk!” Although that made no sense, it seemed perfect in her world.