Rain's aftermath always bore the tendency to grant any city that ominous setting, peril feeling as if it were gravitating amid the few folk who dared venture outside at this ghostly hour. Tonight depicted these assumptions as the reality at hand; allowing ones inhabiting the shadows to move with a freedom which was, well— who was she to not take advantage of this?
It was incredible what one could witness, if one just knew how and where to look. A smirk touched the corner of scarlet-colored lips as she remained atop the building's fire escape; which gifted her with a full-view of the alley in question. A gentle tug slowly unwrapped the whip from around her slender waist, while pools of blue were utterly intrigued by the scene below her. Gotham surely wasn't the only town which housed, well, the typical pests. When the extent of her patience was met, a few slow circular motions of the leathered weapon introduced a collision with the hand of one of the two men, intended to dislodge the syringe from its grip. Men, always allowing their little, fragile egos to get them into such unfortunate circumstances.
When heels collided with pavement, whip occasionally striking beside her in a sharp movement, though non-threatening; the tone of her voice was playful, laced with a sense of usual mock, "Now, now. Shouldn't be playing with such sharp objects— it'd be such a shame if you hurt yourself."