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All Tyrus could do was stare in amazement as the detective appeared on the scene, adding yet another person to the chaos of the alleyway. The stare of amazement wasn’t simply because the guy intervening was a cop. No, just about any old smuck could go to police academy along with Steve Guttenberg and Michael Winslow and come out with a shiny badge. No, the real reason to be amazed was because of what the guy could do! Miraculously the man managed to avoid gun fire from the Riddler’s goons from point blank range, with the bullets reflected off a translucent gold shield that had appeared in front of him. 

That wasn’t even the craziest part though. With one simply flick of his wrist, two long silver ribbons erupted from his hands, growing in size as they tangled around the goons trapping them.

[i]What kind of crazy sorcery was this?![/i] It took nearly every ounce of self-control that he had not to flip out there and then. 

Obviously the purple clad vigilante he had come to help seemed to be having the exact same thoughts. Merely seconds after the group of riddle loving thugs had been apprehended, the girl was already attempting to make her escape, with her whipping out what appeared to be a grappling hook out of her utility belt and firing upwards towards the rooftops. She soon found herself hurtling away, leaving Tyrus alone with the couple and the stern looking detective. He couldn’t complain too much though; she‘d called him cute after all.

“[color=crimson]Sorry man, but the girls got the right idea! Robins never do well with cops. Especially cops that seem to stop bullets and shoot silver stuff out their fingers.[/color]” He said coolly, staring the detective dead in the eye as he did so. With one swift motion, he launched his billy club out directly above him, the piece of metal souring high into the rooftops. “[color=crimson]Besides, you cramp our style.[/color]”

While not the most ingenious exit line, it would have done the job if the billy club above had missed. It was as if God himself was messing with Tryus. As soon as the word “style” had left his lips, the billy club descended from the sky like a rock, clattering down loudly between the two. 

“[color=crimson]Shit.[/color]” 

Not wishing to prolong the awkwardness he had just created, Robin darted forwards towards the billy club. Upon grabbing it he turned, intent to throw again. This time he would actually aim. He gave a silent prayer that this time his club would hit its mark. Fortunately the sound of clanging from the fire escape above confirmed that it had, with the cable between the one he had thrown and the club in his hand instantly tightening. Turning back to the detective, he gave an apologetic smile before pulling himself upwards and out of sight. 

Unsurprisingly, once Tyrus had reached the rooftop, the girl seemed to be long gone. He wasn’t once for giving up though. She seemed to have some vague idea of what was happening here in Devil’s Square which meant he needed her help. Deciding to climb higher, thus giving him a good view of the surrounding area, he propelled his billy club further up to the roof of an apartment block. After another brief rush of air, he found himself heaving himself over a ledge. As he did so, he glanced ahead, and to his surprised found himself directly next to the girl he had been seeking. 

“[color=crimson]Uh… Hey man.[/color]” He said awkwardly, fumbling for words as he clambered onto the rooftop next to where she was sat. “[color=crimson]Was it just me, or was that back there totally weird? Like, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t normal. Even for Gotham’s standards. Anyway, I’m Robin. Although you probably know that, considering the uniform, and uh… the big ‘R’ on my belt.[/color]” He was rambling now. “[color=crimson]What’s the deal with those [i]pricks[/i] down there anyway? Heard some commotion about the Riddler and some lame-ass sounding Cluemaster and...[/color]” 

That was when he spotted her shoulder. Given the purple costume and the darkness of night, it was no surprise that Tyrus hadn’t seen the wound sooner, but upon closer inspection it was obvious that it was serious. Now panicking slightly, he stood back, running his hand nervously through his hair. He’d experienced gun wounds before, from both his time with the River Rats, as well as during his time as Robin. That being said though, it never made it easier.

“[color=crimson]We… we have to get you to a hospital or something![/color]” That’s all he managed to say at first, with his voice reflecting somewhat the panicked state he was in. “[color=crimson]Can I help? Can you walk?[/color]”