Theres a rap of knuckles against the thick, impressively well secured door — but unlike the gloom of Gotham, it's a quick couple of knocks, light and polite.
"Yes, hello?" A voice eminates, unbothered and loud for the time of night. "Hellloooooo? I was told theres an IT person at this address that could help me with some... technical issues I am having."
A large, bald blue head looks down at a scribbled note from his beloved Minion. That fella. He always knows exactly how to help the mastermind.
Yet the door had not been answered.
That just wouldn't do — he came all this way from Metrocity. Maybe it was a secret lair like he had. Maybe they hadn't heard the knock because they were so focused on, well, whatever they were doing.
—Best try again.
Another couple of beats of gloved knuckles against the door. "Hellloooo? Anyone in there?"
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>. --- Click.
The safety of her weapon was pulled back as she had walked up behind the stranger right by her door. Eye was steady on him, but her breathing did appear a little ragged. Uneven. Maybe it was because someone she didn't know had fucking found her hideout.
"Be still. If you so even move without me telling you to, I'm going to shoot. Do you understand --- ?"
Binary squinted at their odd...silhouette. For some weird reason, their head was the largest thing she had ever seen. But stranger things had been spotted in Gotham...Perhaps she shouldn't be so surprised after all.
"... --- You're going to turn around - slowly. Hands where I can see them - and then you're going to tell me who you are and how the fuck you found me. Got it -- ?"
