Reaper released his grip on the holstered gun, he wouldn't need it. He recognized the two costumed heroes from the news reports, composite sketches from the police, and tabloid photographs. Until now he had stayed clear of their areas of the city, unless he had a good reason to, and they stayed clear of his. He scoffed slightly at the situation.

[i]'Kids playing in a sandbox they shouldn't'[/i]

Noting a chair with "Reaper" carved into it on the end, he marched over and sat.
"Just the address and time. I thought it was an intel drop. Wasn't expecting to find this"