[b]Gotham Slums, Night [/b]

	Jax watched the streets, waiting for any movement that was uncalculated, uncalled for.  He pulled out the police radio from his suit. "All units, to 95th avenue!" Jax rolled his eyes under his mask. "[color=6ecff6]Another bank robbery? This is almost like a trend...They're trying to draw the Bat out.[/color]" He shoved the radio back in his zip-up pocket, and began hopping buildings. 95th avenue was less than a mile away. He could make it before the police. 

Once he arrived, Jax turned on his infrared vision. He was getting eleven, no, twelve heat signatures. Either they needed a big group to rob a bank, or they had hostages. Jax cursed. This was going to be tricky. He turned on the headset within his cowl. "[color=9e0b0f]Yes, son?[/color]" His father had become his mentor over the past couple of years. Turns out he was a strategic genius. "[color=6ecff6]I'm gonna need some help with this one.[/color]" He loaded his pistols as his father told him the plan. "[color=6ecff6]Alright. Icicle out.[/color]"

[i]First step.[/i] Jax turned on his stealth mode, and his whole suit shifted until it reflected the surfaces around him. He smiled. Just another day at work. This was getting almost [b]too[/b] easy. He turned his right wrist over and activated the device that clamped down on his arm. He holstered his pistols. Jax had heard about the Starro invasion. But right now he needed to focus on Gotham. Maybe he'd take a "vacation" tomorrow and go to the nearest city afflicted by it.