Much as he wanted to take advantage of the insanity that seemed to be gripping the city, Valmont was a gentleman first. And gentlemen simply did not take advantage of a woman while she was drunk. It was rude. In this case, Gotham was the drunk woman and Valmont was out to make sure she wasn't violated this night.
He was on the rooftops, having just helped a mother of two barricade herself inside her home with her children to keep some thugs out, when he spotted the unmistakable vehicle of the Jokerz. They were always a little too loud in their appearances. His attention was caught when he saw the twins, those delightfully curvy and flexible red-heads that for some reason wasted their talents on chaos. Climbing out of the car and firing on another had his eyes flick over and with the increased vision his goggles gave him, Valmont spotted the masked face of what he could only presume to be a heroine.
Women fighting women. Had there been more mud and less projectile weapontry, the night would have been damn near perfect.
Valmont crouched on the edge of the building, breath held for a few moments while he waited for the clown car to swerve appropriately...
And then he was in the air, falling to land on the top of the car just behind and between the twins. His hands moved to grab their wrists where they held onto each other, "Hello Ladies, lovely night for a moonlit ride, don't you agree."
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