@ofthemyscira // starter call
"It's quiet," Bruce remarks with a low hum, white lenses of his mask narrowing as he uses the tech inside his mask to zoom in on the warehouse. Although his children are capable of making mistakes, their intel is rarely wrong. A sudden alliance of Metropolis and Gotham rogues is worrisome and a large exchange of dangerous good was supposed to happen tonight. Despite the fact such an important exchange was supposed to happen tonight there is now activity on the dock and there are now ships slowly sailing in from the harbor. Gotham harbor is seldom this quiet, even on stormy days. "Something is wrong," he notes, eyes flickering over the oddly serene scene before them, "I just have yet to figure out what or why."









