There’s a tapping sound coming from the arcade, easily missed by the other loud noises of the accompanying games at the fair. It’s persistent and growing more panicked. It’s coming from a claw machine game, a young girl no older than 6 had somehow climbed inside and was now stuck. A shark plushie in hand as she hopped around and taps impatiently on the glass of her newfound cage.
“Please! Someone get me outta here!”
🦇—-;; The fair was often a place Bruce altered his usual patrol route to keep a better eye on, just watching the people enjoy their evening, trying to make sure it remains uninterrupted by anyone looking to sour the mood. This was Gotham after all, hoping something like that wouldn't happen would be a mistake. So, he's been watching from a neighbouring building, close enough to hear various conversations that pass underneath him, but away from most of the noise of the machines and rides. He doesn't attend the fair anymore, hasn't since he was a kid, not unless he'd been dragged along by a date, but that hasn't happened in years now. So, the Bat was keeping vigil tonight, listening for trouble.
And it seems someone had gotten themselves stuck, probably wouldn't have been easily noticed immediately, but the special devices in his ears that let him listen in distantly had picked up on that insistent tapping, even over to god awful arcade noise. Bruce frowns and casts a glance towards the machines in question, pausing upon the sight. How no one else had seen her yet was a little concerning. Still, the Bat moves his way across the building, and down to where they were, careful that he doesn't startle anyone, or cause a panic with his presence, since it's well known he's normally around if there's trouble at this point and he didn't want people thinking that.
Once he's close enough, he does his best not to be too frightening to the young girl, which...there seems to be something familiar about her, but what that was he can't place yet. "Hey kiddo, I'll have you out in a minute, okay?" He says gently, voice softening slightly to at least achieve what he wanted. He then moved and took a tool kit from his belt to find the lock pick so he could unlock the machine and get her out of there. Once the door was open, he moves and holds his hand out to help her out of the machine. Once she's on the ground, he's crouched to her level. "Really wanted that shark, huh?" He asks, letting her keep the shark she's clearly climbed in there to get. He'll put a couple dollars in the machine to make up for it. "I get it, it's a pretty cool shark." He shifts a little, "...are you here by yourself?"
