Batman knows that Nightwing can handle the rest of the trash. The Running Man is the one he's more interested in. Without another world, Batman steps to the edge of the rooftop and leaps over, falling toward the concrete at an alarming rate.
Expaning his cape, he catches a draft and slows his descent enough to land on the concrete in the shadows, nearest the entrance of the building. The guest of honor should be arriving any moment now.
Less than a minute later, the Running Man bursts from the door screaming at his driver to take off, the shuriken still embedded in his hand. Batman reaches out and grabs him by the collar, tossing him down to the concrete.
"You're not going anywhere." he growls. A familiar tickle crawls up his spine and Batman's fist rises up near the side of his head to connect with the face of the goon who thought he was sneaking up on Batman. He never takes his eyes of of Running Man.
The man drops to the ground with a thud and Batman moves forward as if the interruption had never occurred.
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