[B]WayneTech, Gotham City
3:00 PM[/B]

A cool wind nipped my cheek as I pulled my hood off of the top of my messy hair. Looking around, I saw newspapers and leaves tumbling by shattered glass on the sidewalk. Then, I stopped and took a breath before turning and looking at the glass door of WayneTech.

After I stepped inside, I strolled right up to the desk of the secretary. The worker looked up from her desk and took a minute to look at me, it seemed like it was a look of surprise too.

"Oh... Hello. What brings you to WayneTech?"

I scratched the back of my head for a moment and brushed my nose when I answered.

"I, uh, have an appointment with Mr. Wayne."

"Mr. Wayne is out right now, actually. He's been out for a while."

I stopped for a minute, I kinda counted on being able to catch him at work. Guess how stupid I feel.

"Tell him I came by when he gets back," I said, turning away.

"Sure thing. But what's your name?" She said as I began to walk off.

"Oh. Right," I murmured. "It's Grayson. Dick Grayson." I turned again before changing my mind. "Actually, just have him call me when he gets back in."

"Will do," she confirmed.

Then I turned my back one last time and walked straight out the door, a bell signifying my exodus.

Stepping back down the very sidewalk I'd come from, I pulled my hood over my dark, oily hair and then stuffed my hands into my pockets.

I could really use a piece of advice right now.

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[B]Gotham Museum of Fine Art
8:45 PM, The Previous Day[/B]

"And here you'll see some fine pieces of impressionist...."

A tour guide presenting the largest museum in the city was stunned. She adjusted her glasses and stared where she'd been expecting an antique painting to be at rest. She ignored the guests shed been leading when she took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

"Is this part of the tour!"

"Honey, calm down. They always do this."

The tour guide stopped before backing up quickly. "Security!" She barked. "SeCuRiTy!!!!" She wailed at the top of her lungs. "There's a cloud blocking the Van Gogh."

Suddenly, four men dressed in police uniforms arrived and dashed right around the crowd of guests attending the tour. They pulled out guns and surrounded the crowd.

One of the women stepped out of the crowd and made a run for it, but she was shot in the legs. She smacked flat against the ground before all the tourists screamed and panicked, frenzied they became unsettled and began to shove eachother, but no one wanted to fall outside the perimeter and face the same fate as the first woman had.

Suddenly, stepping out of a purple veil of smoke that had been blocking the painting, a man with a black suit and a bright blue flame that resembled a face spoke with a voice that was brimming with synth.

"Hello citizens and wealthy snobs of Gotham, the most prejudice seenmajor city on the planet. Consider this donation you're all about to make a heroic thing. This, this single act--this generosity, is likely the only good thing you'll ever do for humanity. So please, pass all your wallets, purses, cell phones, valuables, and identification to the fine gentlemen shepharding you."

The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves and complaining, but not a single one of them dared speak out against their captor, nor had a single one of them withheld his demands.

As the men dressed as police made collections, the mysterious man kept monologuing.

"Thank you. You've just enabled me to continue acting as the world's greatest hero. I've always thought of myself like Robin Hood; [I]Steal from the rich! Give to the poor: Me![/I]"

As soon as every one of the people had been robbed blind, the men stood straight up and nodded at the man with the flaming head, who was now pacing back and forth around the crowd.

"Yes, all finished? Good." he murmured. "Now if you'll excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, we must get going. But don't fret! We'll be back. Hope you enjoyed the show!"

Then he snapped his fingers, and purple clouds of smoke engulfed all of the imitation policemen. As soon as the smoke dissipated, the crowd began to calm down and spread apart, most of them left the building, but none of them continued the tour. It was horribly inconvenient, especially because the tour guide, along with the woman who'd been shot, was gone without a trace.