"Perfect."

A dark figure watched as the two heroes swung inside the parking levels of the building. Long hair flowed behind it in the wind, but it was male in every sense of the word.

Long fingernails, black and chipped, hung off his bony hands. He had evident muscle, but it was the other aspects of his appearance that made him apparently dangerous at first sight. He had a ragged cape, but wore no shirt. His trousers were torn and dirty, dried blood decorating it in blotches. His hair was shockingly white, and his skin was pale enough to nearly match. His teeth were all somehow sharp and pointed, and His bare chest boasted muscle and an odd tattoo that resembled a spider. His face was criss-crossed with scars and black paint.

Looking at all of this, someone would think they had just entered some sort of horror movie.

The truth is, if someone was looking at all of this, they really would have entered some sort of horror movie. To their own misfortune.

Though it looked like something straight out of the medieval ages, he held a modern crossbow, equipped with laser sighting and a top-grade telescope. He was that very telescope he had just used to watch as Batman and Robin entered the building.

Attaching the crossbow to the belt it wore, the thing jumped.

It jumped off of the roof of a skyscraper, plummeting down. He caught on a lower roof and pulled himself up. The he jumped across a busy road and landed on another roof. Then he jumped thirty feet up to land on another roof, a higher roof. Then it jumped...

Eventually, he made his way to the building Batman and Robin had just entered. He waited a god five minutes before stepping inside, ever so quietly. He unhooked his crossbow and kept it at the ready.

He inhaled deeply, silently. He had pin-pointed Batman's position by his scent, and knew Robin was close by. He set himself up in a comfortable position behind a car and waited, smelling for any sort of movement and listening for any sort of sound...