Jazz crouched on top of a fire escape just heading up to a vantage point after sending some thugs running. A sudden wind had caught her attention and she followed it's trail with her eyes until it materialized into a costumed young woman somewhere around her own age.
A speedster. Jazz had never seen one before, but then again she hadn't seen a lot of hero types before. Gotham's streets were fairly exclusive after all. Jazz dropped to the ground behind the girl.
"Bit far from home, aren't you? Though I suppose it's not a long trip for someone like you."
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