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[b][color=CE2F29][centre] Red Robin #3 – Yet another problem
Location – The Belfry, Gotham City, New Jersey.[/centre][/color][/b]
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If you thought you could save a loved one, how far would you be willing to go? That was a question that plagued Tim’s mind whenever it strayed towards the infamous Mr. Freeze. Dedicating his life to the study of cryogenics, Dr. Victor Fries's life had spiraled after his wife tragically found herself contracting a rare terminal illness. In an effort to save her life, he had placed her in cryo-stasis until he could find a cure. Such work wasn’t free though, with the tragic doctor donning a self-made freeze-gun and a suit of armour in order to fund his efforts. 

The Batman had tried to lend his hand on many occasions, however, as the years of conflict showed, it would seem that the doctor wanted his mission to be a solitary one, with him believing that only he was smart enough to find a cure.

In his time as Robin, this cure was something that the boy wonder had thought to investigate himself. Tim was ashamed to admit, however, that such a plan was only one item within a list of hundreds. He knew it was important. It was to save someone’s life! But with everything that had happened in Gotham in recent years, it was definitely easy to get distracted. 

Given the recent attack on Wayne Biotech though, that item had quickly been prioritized. 

After politely ending his call with his potential future classmate, Tim had dived right back into work. The first challenge of course was finding where Freeze was currently holed up. That problem however proved to be a lot easier than he had expected. Given the nature of his work, Tim theorized that Freeze would need somewhere large and desolate, with enough generators and freezer space for his samples. That quickly narrowed it down to a number of factories within the city.

Pulling his cowl back over his head, Red Robin made his way into the night, leaping wildly from the clock-face of the Belfry down into the city below. The line of his grabbling hook rocketed outwards towards a nearby apartment block. After it found its mark, the line grew tight as the vigilante swung forwards. Reaching the peak of his swing, the line retracted, sending Red Robin into the air once more. 

The 17 miles per hour winds, combined with this newfound momentum was exactly what he needed. Grabbing the edges of his cape, he stretched out his arms, the wind now carrying him forward above the streets below.

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The locations of the factories listed themselves within the HUD of his cowl as he flew. From here Tim sought to narrow down his options further, however, upon reading one of the names, the teenager decided to take a gamble. Arching to the right, he changed his direction, moving towards the Narrows, one of Gotham’s most decrepit districts. If an ice-themed villain was trying to choose a factory to work out of, there was a good chance he’d go toward one catered to making ice cream. Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory seemed to be the perfect location, with the facility being adequate for his power needs, along with having plenty of potential lab space and storage. What more, was that it backed onto the Sprang River for easy disposal of whatever chemical waste the doctor within might have. 

As the Red Robin descended gracefully upon the building opposite, his suspicions were immediately confirmed as he laid his eyes upon the gothic building before him. A number of characters, wrapped head to toe in thermal outerwear, huddled together smoking within the factory’s yard. A smile spread across Tim’s face as he brought a small set of binoculars to his eyes. He had recognised a few of them immediately. They were all ex-goons. Previous henchmen of all of the worst Gotham had to offer. Whilst not confirming the activities of Mr. Freeze himself, their presence at the very least hinted that something was afoot. 

Tim reached to his commlink in the side of his cowl.

“[color=CE2F29]I’ve tracked Freeze to the abandoned Snow Cones Ice Cream Factory.[/color]” He spoke clearly, hoping that one of his many family members would be on the other end of the line somewhere. “[color=CE2F29]Heading in now and will ping if I need a hand.[/color]”