10:26 pm
Gotham City
Crouched atop an apartment building late at night in the city of Gotham, was a figure dressed in all black. The mysterious figure was watching, waiting, until the young woman, who it had been following, began to make her way home.
The woman's name was Natasha Green. A 17-year-old student at Gotham North High School and a part-time waitress at a little diner in the city. She stood at 5'5" and had long silver hair pulled up into a messy bun, with dark green eyes speckled with black flecks.
As she walked through the streets, the figure on the rooftops moved discretely with her, doing their best to keep themselves hidden as much as possible to avoid being noticed. The figure wasn't too concerned about Natasha spotting them, but more so concerned about being spotted by the infamous Batman and his small sidekick, Robin. That is a confrontation that the figure would rather avoid being a victim to.
Down below on the sidewalk, Natasha had developed a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. A feeling that she was being followed. It was a tense and fearful feeling, but there were elements of... protection, intermingled with it. She surveyed her surroundings on the ground as she walked, but was unable to find where her observer was positioned. She did her best to shake the feeling of someone's eyes following her every move, but, the task was unsuccessful. She was just hoping home would appear sooner rather than later.
The rooftop figure continued to follow Natasha, until she reached the doors of her apartment building. The figure continued watching the building until the light in Natasha's window flickered on. Now knowing that she was home, a small smile appeared on the figure's face under the mask. They rose from their crouched position and turned around, only to be met with the one sight they did not wish to see that night.
Batman.
"Mind explaining to me what you're doing?"
His voice was deep and intimidating. It sent shivers down the figure's spine, but refused to show their discomfort and instead remained still and silent.
"Well?"
In response to the Bat, the figure just slightly raised their shoulders in a shrugging manner. Batman scowled slightly, and tried to get a facial recognition of the figure from his suit, but some sort of material contained in the lining of the figures' mask and hood made it close to impossible. As Batman took a few steps closer to the figure in front of him, they began to take steps backwards, each one bringing the figure closer and closer to the edge of the building. Batman's eyes widened slightly at the figure's choice of move. They continued to make their way backwards, until their heels hung over the edge of the building, and they were balancing on the balls of their feet. Batman moved closer to the figure to stop them from doing what he was pretty sure they were about to do. Before he could reach them, a thick smoke began emerging from the figures black finger-less combat gloves, and coated the rooftop in seconds. Before the Bat could notice, the figure crossed their arms over their chest and leaned their weight back, causing them to fall from the building.
As the smoke started thinning out, the Bat ran the last few feet to the edge of the building and looked over, and noticed just an opened entrance to the sewers.
They thought out their method of escape before I even got here. They're smart. Batman thought to himself. But I'll find them soon enough. They're too smart to be any average criminal that you'd usally see in Gotham that would follow young women home. But why didn't they make their move when they had the chance? With the figure still in his mind, Batman made his way back to the Batcave. I think it's about time the Team had another mission.