Looking for Prey

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Thick leather boots gripped the edge of the rooftop as a young man peered over a rough end of the city. The east end, in particular. With the awful blackout that occurred not an hour ago, he was pretty busy. There had been no sign of Batwoman, and he was very glad of that. He was not...afraid, per se, just very wary when working the same time she was. He assumed she was very protective of her territory, which included the City, and he wasn't going to simply stand aside and let her be the only one cashing in on the fun.

Hunter grinned, there was a very poorly organized bank robbery that he had just foiled and the bumbling idiots had no idea who they were up against. He was new at this vigilante stuff, but after all he had been around criminals most of his life, unfortunately, and was too trained to be a fighter. Martial arts was something of a hobby in school, but he had persued it seriously once he had gotten older. He knew he would need it, with the kind of people hanging around at home. His theories were put to practice, of course, once he decided to don the costume.

Ah, looters. Will they never learn? He double-checked his crossbow and threw out one of his nifty new grappling guns, swinging to the chaos below.

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