Hunter noticed the shape of the batarang, raising an eyebrow underneath his domino mask. So, she was in league with the Bats, then? He was a little more wary and a little more careful as he fought, keeping an eye on her. She might squeal to the Batlady if he did something wrong, whatever it could be.

The looters were getting the message, slowly but surely, as the department store, once bustling with business of the worst sort, began to get quieter. Only the most desperate or the most idiotic were left. Idiotic in the fact that they thought they could take them.

Suddenly someone fired a gun in his direction and it was only by mere luck that it missed his head. He had been ducking a punch by some old man (an old man!) and his eyes widened as he realized he had been that close.

"Okay, who's got the toys?" He brandished his crossbow (he loved having a weapon that could actually shoot rather than batarangs, even though they were helpful in a pinch). A group of mean looking men had walked into the store, they hadn't been here before.

"Dis is our territory, costumed freak, and we say that the lootahs can have what they want."