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[Interesting how many darkly dressed types are on the roof this late at night. This one moves like a shadow and can hear your heartbeat from a distance]

[ Dick glances around at that, frowning just a tad. He can tell he's not alone. Just not entirely sure who is the one joining him.]

[Matt listens as well for a long moment before stepping out of the shadows, a nightstick in one hand, just in case]

Looking to start trouble? Or prevent it?

[and be careful what you say because Daredevil knows when you're lying]

[ He turns at that, surprised someone managed to sneak up on him. Only Bruce can do that.]

The latter, but I'm starting to think this town has to many heroes.

[a smirk and Daredevil relaxes his stance, putting his stick away in his boot] Believe me, there's never enough of them. Not when the villains still have us outnumbered.

[And she's doing hers... only hers is indoors, across the street, and involves throwing a known associate and accomplice of a fugitive killer out a window and dangling him with her grappling line.]

[ He's just smirking at that as he runs off the roof and flips though the air, enjoying the old circus movement before he smashes though the next window and glances at Kathy. ]

Need any help?

[Lots of "OH GOD HELP ME SHE'S CRAZY SHE BROKE MY ARM OH GOD" from the dangling crook. She just smirks.]

You wanna be the Good Cop? Never was good at the light touch.

[ He's just going to ignore that crook. Because, really, they all say that. He slips his baton out from his back and leans against the window to peer down at the screaming man.]

You this guy works for the mafia right? Seems a little low down the rung for you to be beating him up "Batwoman".

[ Only use codenames in-front of bad guys, he knows the deal.]

What's the endgame?

He helped his brother dispose of two bodies. The brother's ex-wife and her new husband. There were three children at the scene at the time of the murders, and they've been missing since. He knows where his brother took them.

Ah.

[ He said before reaching though the window and grabbing the crook and holding up as he pressed the baton against his neck.]

You might wanna give the nice lady what she wants. She's in a dropping mood tonight.