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[performance]

[ Robin hates it when supervillains get together. It's not the numbers that scare him: it's the fact that sooner or later, pretty much every time, someone's gonna convince them to ditch whatever insane theme they have going and just start killing people. Gotham's only one of seven cities they've hit so far, but it's the worst. It's always the worst, and with half the League a galaxy away, backup is scarce and a long time coming.

And someone must have pulled Black Mask out of their villain Rolodex, because the real monsters — the ones with guns, who don't leave clues to follow — are out in full force.

Two bombs had gone off in an east side office building, but it hadn't come down. Robin says a silent thank you to underpaid henchmen as he and Kid Flash evacuate people who'd decided that picking up overtime pay was worth braving what was becoming a war zone. It takes too many trips up and down the stairs, hearts pounding at every rumble they hear, but finally, Robin's passing the last of them off to paramedics.

So he thinks.

His head whips around when he hears it: a woman's scream, stories up. ]

I'm going in.

[ A flash of yellow cape, and he's gone through the front door. ]