Victor sat in his bare, crusty apartment after doing what he was told to do with that sushi restaurant in Gotham's chinatown district. He was sitting in nothing more than a lawnchair, popping his knuckles and glaring at a web of interconnected pictures and clues, his television, or what could pass as one playing in another room.

Getting up, he walked into his bedroom, which was merely a torn mattress, and a television on cinderblocks, he had it on the news channel, just in case anything of interest were to occur tonight in this rotting city, as it did every night. Sitting on his cot, he paid silent attention as the scene unfolded before him. The master marksman known as Deadshot had taken hostages downtown, and damn near everybody had shown up to the party.

Turning to his closet, he said quietly, "Time for the Vulture to make his debut," and opened the door, revealing his costume in dim lighting, keys to a stolen motorcycle down the nearby alleyway beside it. The outfit was a simple blue half mask made of cloth, there were bits of blood and gore on it, but it wasn't his. The outfit was made up of a bulletproof vest that he stole from a cop, only moments are saving his hide in a shootout, and a letterman jacket with yellow and blue lines intersecting on it to look similar to a bird, or a vulture to be exact. Fingerless gloves and steel toed boots for an extra umpf in close quarters, and the young man was set after grabbing what little supplies he had.

Outside, the bike was covered in a tarp next to a dumpster, and only the desperate homeless folk would ever venture this close to one so he knew it was safe. He pulled the tarp and started the beast up without a hitch and drove off into the night, passing cars and pedesterians unlike, uncaring for their safety at this time, until he reached the ritzy and glamour of the downtown area, he broke through a police blockade without any notice and was mere blocks away from the scene.

He pulled to a stop shortly before reaching the multi-story office building and assessed the situation.

There was a way he could do what he was thinkIng of doing, but It would take time, of which the hostages had little, or he could ride straight in, but that would run the risk of being stopped by the police. So he chose the former and drove straight into the adjoining office building, glaring at the security cameras because of how easy it would be for a robbery to occur while everyone was paying attention to Deadshot. 

He finally pulled the bike into an elevator, and set it on the corrosponding floor of the two buildings, pausing only to listen to the elevator music, popping his joints to release the stress his nightlife gave him.

Once it reached the floor he desired, he floored the accelerator as the doors swung open and popped a wheelie just as he hit and shattered the glass window.

"Vulture'a gotta fly," he said to himself as he soared through the night sky for mere moments, a police search lightlight had found him half a second before he broke through the level below Deadshot's hostage floor.

There was a guard standing just outside cubicle farm he landed in, giving him a 1% boost in his faculties. Skidding to a stop, he tossed out makshift Vulture shaped blades from within his letterman jacket, not outright killing the man, but potentially paralyzing him.

"Now on with the show," Victor said aloud as he picked the man up and kicked him out of the hole in the window that he had just come through, and watched as he fell about four stories, the searchlight had found him again, if only for a second before he retreated into the darkness.

"He's not walking soon," Victor said as he walked out into the hallway and up a flight of stairs, getting another single percent boost as he slammed his blood encrusted brass knuckles into another guard and watched him tumble over the railing.

Deadshot was now mere feet away, and it was only for a second that Victor began to doubt himself, if he had jumped into the deep end without any floaties, but the life if his loved ones was at stake, and the lives of other loved ones as well, so he soldiered onand took out two more of a total of five Vulture blades and got himself ready for what came next as he kicked down a door...