[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/eb6e431e1a846c795949ab2e0acef380/55db5492150ca166-d0/s1280x1920/30bda1681e7d6da9efbbd2c943513514ef56ea89.png[/img] [b][color=CE2F29][centre] Red Robin #7 - A Decent Plan Fails Location - Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory, Gotham City, New Jersey.[/centre][/color][/b] [hr] It wasn't long until Red Robin found himself approaching his target. Sliding silently along the wall, he moved to the corner before him, stopping to wait for a moment as he listened for any sounds of movement. The southern corridor looked just about as dingey and run-down as the rest of the factory. Yet it was colder here, evident by the fact Tim could now see his breath before him every time he opened his mouth. That meant that he was close. That meant Mr. Freeze was close. Tim was just grateful that his suit was insolated. Satisfied that he couldn't hear anything, Tim finally moved his head to peep around the corner. To his surprise, he wasn't alone. Thankfully - or not quite so thankfully, depending on how you looked at it - it was only Robin, with the young teenager leaning against the wall ahead, waiting. Releasing a smile, Tim found himself relaxing as he came out of hiding, stepping forward towards his compatriot. "[color=CE2F29]I won't lie, I honestly thought I'd have you beat.[/color]" He joked, flashing Damian a smile, as his eyes examined the closed pair of double doors before them. "[color=CE2F29]Have any trouble? Had to put a guy to sleep in the restroom.[/color]" "[color=007A6B]There is no contest in which you could best me.[/color]" The overgrown tyke responded, stepping away from the wall and to his side. After a brief pause, he continued. “[color=007A6B]But no, unlike you, I had no trouble.[/color]” Tim stifled a laugh and shook his head in response. He wasn't used to Damian being so chatty. He continued walking as he talked, the former boy-wonder analyzing the door and the frame around it. Cold and metal, it was certainly sturdy, yet from a proper glance, it didn't look like it was alarmed. But with Freeze, you could never be so sure. Hedging his bets, he moved down against it. Giving Damian a quick signal to get into position, his hand slid over the handle. Metaphorically crossing his fingers, he tried to turn it, and low and behold, it turned. They were in. Or at least would have been, if, at that moment, an ear-piercing scream hadn't hit them. The childish shriek tore through the night like thunder, causing Red Robin to stumble against the door in surprise. He was astonished to turn his head and find a young girl stood before him. She was wrapped up in a coat several sizes too big for her, with blonde pigtails sticking out of each side of her head. Tim would've called her cute if it weren't for all the screaming she was doing as she pointed her finger towards the two vigilantes in a state of fright. Clearly, she wasn't on the "Batman hype" like most kids her age. Which meant that now their cover was blown. So much for that plan of his.