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[color=cyan][i]With all their organisation, you'd think Gladius would give me a few days' notice.[/i][/color]

But judging by the fact that a hooded, masked, synthetic skin-less Robin was currently sprinting through back alleys like a bat out of hell, that guess would be way off the mark. Dropped in at the deep end, with very little idea of who she was up against - other than that they were part of that 'Wonderland' freak-show. Which meant that whoever they were fighting, they wouldn't be the pinnacle of fair play and mental stability.

Of course, it was completely possible that she didn't get that intel because they didn't care whether she lived or died. As far as most people were concerned, Automaton had nothing much to do with Gladius, so they no doubt wanted her to take a fall if this went belly-up, but she didn't care too much. When it came to stopping needless, purposeless violence, taking on Wonderland could only be a good thing. It made siding with Gladius the lesser of two evils, at least.

The very real possibility that she could die didn't seem to occur to her. Not that it mattered either way; if she broke her agreement with Gladius she didn't exactly think they'd invite her to their Christmas party. Robin was smart enough to know when something was basically suicide, and if she dumped them in the middle of an operation she'd be as well cutting her own head off to save them the trouble. Besides, working alone as she did, there was no hope of actually beating them in a fight.

So for now, all she could do was deal with it. If her estimation was right, she wouldn't be too far from the location she'd been ordered to attend. As if to confirm the thought, gunfire rang out just around the corner, leaving her thankful she hadn't been a little faster. Somehow she doubted they'd have held back on shooting just 'cause she was there, and catching a bullet to the brain wasn't what she'd call a [i]good[/i] health decision.

Robin smiled to herself, not too bothered by the prospect of the upcoming fight. [color=cyan][i]At least I got the right alley, huh?[/i][/color] At least the directions had been good, if nothing else. While the noise confirmed she was in the right place, the fact that it was regular gunfire also left her pretty sure she was the only cape on Gladius' side right now. Not good odds, but perfect for testing herself.

As she approached the corner, she stopped. The moment bullets stopped flying, she planned to switch on her cloaking device and take down the nearest Wonderland psychopath. If she was, as she expected, outnumbered, then she wasn't above a sneak attack or two; though there wouldn't be a chance for much more before the camouflage wore off.

For now she extended her blades, listened, and waited for her chance to strike.