Adulting is HARD!!

Starting about a month ago, the ninja started hearing reports of small thefts. Most of which were negligible and didn't warrant much investigation. However, the petty robberies were at a more stable rate. It wasn't the amount of attacks that caught his attention, rather what was taken. Simple items and needs of survival. Were this a string of robberies by a homeless person, chances are, the occasional valuable item would go missing. Phantom was noticing the pattern and, if what he's learned were true, it could be a possible vagrant or lost neo. While it wasn't his place to interfere, the teen did occasionally offer aid when needed.

On top the thefts, another major project that was caught on his radar was the latest club. Around the time it appeared, gang related activities and attacks seemed to fall incredibly. Many might've chalked it up to the police force or even gangs settling their dispute. Blake, however, knew better. Following multiple leads, gathering intel from several sources and even the occasional interrogation gave the boy the answer he was looking for. A band of criminals, or at the very least, rogue-heroes, was ruling the underground.

With two possible threats, the black-haired crime-fighter was left with little choice than to pursue both. Lacking of additional resources stretched Blake thin, especially since he no longer had the free range help of the Black Mists and he didn't want to drag his small "team" into it without just cause.

Having finally pieced part of the puzzle together, thanks to some assistance from his mentor, Phantom was looking for a figure in a purple outfit. That was surprisingly little to go off of. Whoever the robber was, they were good at covering tracks. Out of options and what little intel he had having run dry, Blake switched to his second objective: finding the purpose of the club. While it did lower the crime rate, it was still a place of skeptical ideal, especially because of the effect it had on the night life.

Having perched a top a building across the street of the questionable building, the ninja kept a close eye on all those that entered and left. As a shadow against the midnight sky, the teen was all but invisible, save his lightning blue eyes. His patience finally paid off. A man in a blue parka left the club. If his intel was correct, this was one of the owners of the business. Tailing him from the safety of the rooftops, Phantom refused let the man out of his sight for even a second.


Before too long, his target approached another figure. Squinting out of the unlikely coincidence, it was the purple suit. Instead of making things easier for him, this encounter only raised more questions for the stalker. Did the two know each other?  Where they connected somehow? Watching as the blue-coated man drew his weapon, albeit not in a hostile manner, Blake didn't take any second chances. Jumping from the roof, the vigilante landed on the ground, between the two. The impact was virtually silent and Phantom used the momentum of the fall to draw his blade, having it in a defensive stance upon standing up, facing the frosty figure. He spoke not a word, merely just glared at the man. It didn't matter whether the eggplant colored character was a threat or not, in this moment, from what little information Blake had to go off of, his current target was a higher priority.

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"Worried about me, huh? Well, tell him I'm touched if you see him before I do," Snart replied. She knew who he was but he hadn't heard of her, though an educated guess was Gothamite. Metropolis had Superman so what more did you need there, and any vigilante big or small that cropped up in Central City he'd have known about in no time. He tilted his head a little about the girl's remark about her dad. As someone whose father had been more then a disappointment and witnessing his sister suffer for it since childhood it never pleased him to hear young people having to deal with such a situation. "Sorry to hear that. Now, what brings you to my rooftop?"

Next thing Snart knew, another kid in a costume dropped right in between them, causing the thief to chuckle a little. "Wow, did I pick the right night to go out for some air! Any more of you I should know about?" he joked, turning his gun towards him though in a defensive manner. Snart didn't take lives unless he had to, none of the Rogues did unless they wanted to answer to him for it.

The girl didn't seem to know him either, and asked if Snart knew him. Well, that ruled out the notion he was with her. "Nope, don't know him," he replied. The girl seemed more reasonable, the boy, though, Snart was wary of. Sure, he could have called security up right now but he didn't want negative press about this place starting up, at least not this quickly. "And what's your deal, kid?" he asked the costumed boy. "In case you haven't read the news crime's gone down in this part of town. You're welcome, by the way..."

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While he had heard the occasional mention of a "robin" from the Dark Knight, it wasn't much. At the comment of his "tush" Blake was really glad that his face mask covered all but his eyes. Underneath, his cheeks were burning a bright red from embarrassment and he looked away from the two, glancing towards an alleyway. How should he respond to that? Was it a compliment, an insult, or merely just an observation. Regardless, he wasn't comfortable about someone commenting about his body, especially a stranger. However, it was the comment of the cold-themed criminal that caught his attention. Regardless of whether the man was a threat or not, Phantom had no interest in disclosing even the approximate location of his superior, especially since the man in front of him was part of a syndicate. "I will not state whether he is here or away. His movements are not something I keep a close eye on." Whether that was a lie or not would be only between Blake and Batman.

Keeping a closer eye on the man in blue, the ninja studied him for a moment. As much as he hated working with the bad guys, there was an opportunity here that the teen saw. An opportunity that would not only help reduce crime, but could even point him in the direction of more vital intel to help with later or current missions. His clan has been known to take the road less traveled or even work on the wrong side at times, so long as it ended with the desired results, their stipulations were lenient. Bowing his head slightly to the man, Blake spoke in a calm and quiet manner, "Yes. Perhaps we should go inside, it will help prevent unwanted ears from listening."

Following the two inside, he ensured to stay behind the girl, hoping to prevent anymore attempts to look at his "tush".
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