The manager looked around the store and nodded with approval. The cases were locked, the cash and most valuable merchandise was the safe. There was no one in here but him. Satisfied that everything was secure he armed the alarm and locked the door to go home, his wife and darling baby were waiting. He hurried to the metro station that just up the street on Atlantic and 13th. It was dangerous to be on the streets alone at night, even in the shopping district.
A half hour later an individual dressed in black up to the building and peered in the window, they could be over looked as a teenager coming home from a job, except for the mask on their face. The person stepped back with a look of childish glee before suddenly disappearing. Several minutes later the figure reappeared on the street laughing, before walking away whistling there hands stuffed in there pockets as they made their way down the street. ----------------------- The older man turned the key in the lock not paying too much attention as he opened up the store. He disabled the alarm checked the cases and the front window. The manager went to the safe and turned the dial 14-25-91. The handle squeaked as it turned and released the bolts that held the door shut. It was empty except for a plain white business card with a hastily doodled picture of a hat on it.
Robin was in the library when the message came through. He had been working on paperwork, a task he didn't relish, but was necessary anyway for the team to function. It was difficult to find a quiet place the focus in a tower filled with teenagers but the library provided the sanctuary he required to focus on his task. It also kept him from appearing to be a shut-in, which would probably have been the rumors had he retreated to his room. Their leader was a fairly social person, he just also happened to be incredibly goal oriented and bent on any task he deemed needed doing. Today he was filling out paperwork that had been left half-filled or even filled in wrong.
The blip of his communicator was a welcome distraction from the paperwork he had been pouring over. The young leader minimized the paperwork window on his laptop computer and pulled up the details of the mission he had just been sent. Specs quickly rattled across the screen as his masked gaze pulled in the information the police had sent him. It seemed they required the Titan's assistance. Who else, after all, did you call when it seemed your perpetrator was either a metahuman or a ghost?
It was a curious puzzle: a ghostly thief stealing things with no trace the police could find. The boy studied the specs for a few seconds longer before shutting his computer with a snap, automatically locking it, and surging to his feet. He was already on his communicator contacting the two closest Titans to the scene as he made his way to the elevator. He sent them, Penumbra and SilverWing respectively, the coordinates along with a curt message asking them to meet him there. The Boy Wonder made his way down to the garage and moments later was roaring out into the crisp morning air. Unlike Batman Robin could run an investigation during the day. He wasn't afraid of the sunshine.
The boy on his colorful bike was a common sight rushing down the streets of jump city. It did not take him very long to reach his destination. Speed limits were something that other people followed. The R-Cycle screeched to a stop outside of the bamboozled establishment. Robin pulled his helmet of of his head, shaking his spikes back into place in cartoon glory, and glanced around. It didn't look like a dangerous neighborhood or one prone to theft. Curious. The boy stowed his helmet and made his way to the door, waiting outside for his teammates to catch up.
It wasn't often that Penumbra got to show his true colors. In fact, in all of the recent calamities, Alphonse Carey held more influence than the mask did. Now he had the chance. His communicator beeped uncontrollably while he was having a fight with a pesky vending machine. After a few more seconds struggling against the metal monstrosity, he peered at his communicator and cringed at who send it. Among the Titans, it's known that Penumbra and Robin have had more than a few arguments. The greatest point of disagreement was the weight hanging at Penumbra's side.
Where most of the other heroes used fighting prowess or super powers, Penumbra used a handgun out of necessity. No, he didn't use it to indiscriminately kill people, but he had it just in case. The lethality did bother him. Soon, he would need to talk to Cyborg about less lethal ammunition. He clicked his communicator shut with all of these doubts on his mind. Something told Alphy, that if Robin was contacting HIM, it was urgent and needed immediate attention. Either way, with more than a second thought, Alphy gave way to Penumbra. The mask went on as he jumped out of the nearest window.
As he approached the coordinates, Penumbra felt oddly out of place. Vigilantes deal with scum in their own neighborhoods. They venture where others fear to tread, and occasionally do dirty work that the police can't do. The coordinates weren't in a dark, crime-ridden hole left to rot in the seas of time. Cautiously, Penumbra jumped from a building and rolled to a landing next to Robin. Without any information, Penumbra kept his mouth shut. All the information would be given to him in due time. Silently, he leaned against the closest light pole and waited for Robin to fill him in.
Schindler's List soundtrack rings through Kimber Fowl earphone. As she feels the cold chill air, brushes across her faces. She was doing her routine morning run around Jump City park, to keep her in shape and also helps her to beat her stress. Life can be a little stressful and running helps her to clear her minds.
Stopping at the entrance of the park. She panted as she pulls down her hooding, before taking off her earphone. Checking the pedometer on her right wrist and smile.
"No bad..."
Giving herself a pat of the back for a good run and was ready to head home for a shower. Until...she heard a beep coming from her left pocket. Taking it out the communicator. She examines the message and quickly head to the rondevu point. After, a quick change of clothes and freshened herself up. (Of course. Mind you, this takes a lot of practice.) Arriving at the scene of the crime seconds after Penumbra had arrive.
"So, what are we up for?" She turns to Robin. Standing between both man.
"Originally the United States Supreme Court was established pursuant to Article III of the United States Constitution in 1789 as the highest federal court in the United States. It holds the jurisdiction over the state Supreme Courts and over state court cases involving issues of federal law, plus original jurisdiction over a small range of cases. It is also a court of appeals, and for a case to be seen one must file a petition for writ of certiorari and then four of the justices must agree to hear the case..." The teacher droned writing on the notes in front of the class.
The teenage looked away from the teacher pulling out the vibrating cell phone out of their pocket. A small smile crossed their lips as they read over the message. Nodding thoughtfully they switched over to an app on their phone fiddling with a few things before slipping the device back into their pocket and turning back to their notes. Absently they tapped their pen on the notebook before pulling out a card and doodling a derby hat on it. The Titian's were looking into the game. A grin formed, adding the message the GM wanted. This was getting to be so much fun.
Penumbra came first followed swiftly by Silvering. Robin gave his two teammates a nod in greeting. "Robbery," Robin informed Silverwing curtly. "No sign of forced entry. No prints that the police could find," the boy drew himself up slightly, proud of their ability to outpace the police. Not that it was a terribly fantastic achievement when the force wasn't terribly component to begin with. Sure, they weren't as bad as Gotham. Sure, they could handle the human cases on their own. But the high levels of mutahumans in the area made the Titans necessary for the peace to be kept.
The door behind Robin dinged and a man stepped out. He wasn't wearing a uniform, and neither was the woman besides them. "Hello detectives," the Boy Wonder greeted without introduction. The woman gave them all a cheerful smile, but the man didn't look terribly happy to be working with children…even if they were superheroes.
He vanished back inside the store, the woman hovered anxiously, as though used to her partner's moodswings and unapproving of them. She was obviously the junior detective. Her gaze went to the young superheroes and she ushered them in before her. "Don't mind him," she whispered. "I'm Detective O'Riley, and that's Detective Lawson."
"I'm Robin," he replied, though he honestly needed no introduction, and reached out to shake her hand. "And these are my teammates." Robin shot her a smile as he slipped in through the door towards where the detectives were working. The area was blocked off by police tape and for a crime scene, it looked like it had been trampled by a herd of elephants. The young leader frowned in dismay. They would get next to nothing from this crime scene.
Without pausing to see if the teens had even made it through the door, the older detective shot a stern look at a man who could have only been the store's owner. "The crime happened sometime in the vicinity between and nine in the evening, and five the next morning. Security footage shows nothing, and the alarm was not triggered, This means that our thief must have known where it was. There's the possibility this is an inside job."
"You've already questioned all of my workers," the owner protested in the fashion of a man who had suffered too much abuse in a short period of time.
"Your report mentioned evidence," Robin cut in. The older detective glanced at the boy sidelong, before nodding slowly and reaching for a plastic bag with a white card inside it. Robin took the bag and studied the card. There was a picture of a hat. Robin's masked gaze stared down at it thoughtfully for a moment before he handed it off to Penumbra.
"We will require access to the scene of the crime," the boy told the owner, who only nodded wearily. "And we will require some time to analyze the evidence you have gathered so far…without interference."
The older detective opened his mouth as though to protest, but his junior hopped in before he could. "Of course!" she replied. "Make sure you keep us informed," and before he could protest, she herded Detective Lawson out in front of her.
Now alone with the owner of the store Robin set to work. "Do you still have the security footage from last night?" the young leader asked. The owner nodded, saying he had a copy in the back. "Silverwing," Robin turned to his teammate. "Go with him. We're going to need a copy of that footage. Once you are done there see if you can find any outside security cameras from other stores that have a different angle on who might have been in and out last night."
Then Robin's masked gaze turned towards Penumbra. "Batgirl told me you've worked cases before?" he asked, gesturing for the other teen to come closer. "What do you see?" this was obviously a test.
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Robin's brusque explanation got only a nod out of Penumbra. Now, at least, he had a situation to think about. That intense thought was hardly interrupted by the two detectives, but he swore that Lawson was eying his handgun. Everyone's a critic. Of course, that didn't matter right now, so Penumbra focused his attention to the conversations at hand. From what he gathered, there was no evidence. Then, Robin handed him the card.
Looking down at the hastily drawn top hat made Penumbra run his hand around the edge of his own hat. It was an odd symbol to choose. The person could be alluding to a million different things. It could be everything from a gang sign, to a magician joke. As he turned the card over in his hands, he noted a lack of security in the store. In an age where technology flourished, the amount of security devices in the store surprised him. There were alarms, and the safe, but there were no visible security measures beside that. Sighing, he watched Silverwing track down the footage.
Then, it was his turn to shine. Robin asked for his observations, so he set to work. “I came into this room with no preconceptions, but the police contamination adds difficulty...” Penumbra mused quietly, halfway between a spoken thought and a statement directed at Robin. Slowly, he circled the whole establishment. First he peered into display cases, examined the top of the glass where not a single print was found, then he walked back around to the safe. At the moment it was empty, but nothing else in the store was disturbed. He paused, raising his eyebrows high behind his mask.
“Impossible...” he looked back over his shoulder at Robin and reported his findings, “You wanted to know what I see? I see nothing. That's what's curious.”
“The lock isn't forced, but the safe has a time delay lock. Based on the fingerprints, it was still locked when the owner opened it this morning, and the thief never touched the safe. According to your conversations the alarm was never tripped, and it was never turned off.” Penumbra held the card back up to the light and examined it closer, “It can't have been an inside job could it? But someone was looking for something specific... If a meta-human did this, they had one of three abilities: teleportation, molecular manipulation of body or objects, or something akin to magic.”
Penumbra paused as a little bit of Alphy bled through with worry. It couldn't be Anne, could it? She could have slipped out last night... Turning, he held the card back out to Robin, “And, this piece of evidence could mean several different things. It could be a signature, a gang sign, a riddle to the next crime, or anything. It tags this place at least.”
Given by the male detective unwelcoming cooperation and attitude. It wasn't a big surprise. That not everyone was a big fan of the Teen Titans. Like her grandfather, they despise them for many reasons. In short, they kinda lost counts the reason 'Why?' (Why they hate them so much?).
Like the saying goes,'You can't please everybody'.
Replying Robin with a nod. She follows the owner to the backroom, to grab the security footage of the robbery. They both started to scratch their heads. Watching the re-run of the footage. All the footage had to shown was a shadowy figure. Lurking around the store. Robbing the store blind. (Get it?) It was impossible to tell, whether the robber was a man or even a woman, from one angle. Yes, from one darn angle. Apparently, some of his cheap security camera were damage. Coincidentally, it was meant to be service and repair today.
Either the thief has lady luck on his or her side. Or this was something he or she planned?
Taking a copy of the night robbery and a week worth of footage. She started scouting around the street for other security camera. Gathering same collection footage as she did with the jewelry store. It could serve as a lead or a clue to the thief. Knowing full well that robbers (or even thief) wouldn't just randomly rob a store, without scouting it out first.
Thomas Gordon liked trains. No, no, that's not quite right. He loved trains. There was something about them that was just magical, how they could transport people and cargo, their efficiency going to one place to another, working punctually, shortening the distance between cities, sometimes even countries. Then there came their inner workings, the engines, those that worked on coal, those that worked on diesel, then there was electricity... he could go on and on about them. He simply loved trains. And it was no surprise that he was one of the greatest miniature train collectors in the world, and definitely the greatest in Jump City. While his house wasn't exactly huge, nearly every nook and cranny of it had a tiny railroad going through it, with tiny stations scattered here and there. Small toys, action figures if you will, and sculptures were the inhabitants of the dwarfish civilization he had built.
Sure, not everybody was understanding of that hobby. Some of his coworkers would often complain when Thomas went home to watch over his trains instead of going out with them to a bar or any other train-less place. They didn't understand the amount of care and work a civilization that big needed. He was the king of his own little world, and he needed to watch over his people. He was often told to get a pet, or friends, or a girlfriend, or anything that would drive him away from that which they called an "unhealthy obsession". But he didn't mind, he didn't need those things. He had his trains, and that was all that mattered.
Which is why he was deep in tears when he called the police in the morning. "They... they took Tommy! They took my baby!" It took him a while to explain the whole situation, but then again, could he really be blamed? He had just lost his most loved train in the strangest way possible. He had cameras all around the house in order to accompany his small kingdom even when he was away from home, and he had rewatched the security footage over and over again, only to see the BMRU-376981 model, only one in the world, constructed with incredible care, lovingly nicknamed Tommy, magically disappear into thin air. It took him a while to convince the police of that as well, and they probably didn't really believe him until they also got to watch the footage. Of course, nothing is bad enough that it can't get worse, and there was only one concrete piece of evidence left behind by the thief.
A card with a dog crudely drawn on it, left on top of a wagon of some other train that kept going around the house.
The phone buzzed making the desk vibrate. Quietly they set their pen down and looked at the phone to open the message. A moment later a laugh could be heard echoing, before they scrolled down to see the rest of the message. That was interesting and funny. It was also going to be very difficult, hrm what to do...The card wasn't fair but then someone was going to have to do something at some point or another all well there was fun to be had with this, but preparations needed to be made and plans plotted out. Oh well, they knew the rules going in.
They texted back confirmation before picking up their pen and going back to work. No rest for the wicked, but you could rest when you were dead.
Robin grinned at Penumbra's analysis. He'd come to similar conclusions himself, and the nod he gave the other boy was the Batman version of praise for a job well done. Silvering had been ordered to gather the evidence tapes. They would analyze them at the Tower later when they had time. Because they weren't about to have time now. His communicator went off with a blip and the boy pulled it out. Apparently another robbery had occurred with a similar MO. The boy frowned. "There was another robbery," the Boy Wonder informed the boy besides him. "They found another card."
This meant that the card probably healed more meaning then they had originally thought. "Let's see if we can get there before the police completely destroy the crime scene," he told Penumbra and as he headed out of the store radioed Silverwing through his communicator.
"Silverwing," he greeted her, her face filling up his communicator screen. "There was another robbery. I'm sending you the coordinates. Meet us there once you have the video footage," he gave her the order and uploaded the coordinates with a bleep from his device. Orders doled out, Robin snapped his communicator shut and pulled on his helmet. "Need a ride?" he asked his teammate.
A grin and a nod from Robin meant that either Penumbra was right, or he was wrong. Thankfully, there was no angry outburst or insults of stupidity. Penumbra smirked behind his mask, satisfied that he'd once impressed the hero who begrudgingly accepted his existence. Then, the frown appeared and Penumbra tilted his head, wondering what he'd done wrong. He sighed when Robin said there was another robbery, “Are they playing games or what?”
Quickly, Penumbra followed behind Robin. He shifted his weight and hoped Silverwing would be okay. So far, he liked her company, but that was compared to grumpy Robin! Quickly, he looked down at his communicator, then tapped on his phone to send a text to Anne, 'Hey, can you do me a favor?' and nodded to Robin's question, “I should invest in a vehicle, any suggestions?” He jumped on and held his hat on to his head, waiting for the to take off.
Silverwing looked like....a mess. Her hair looked like she just went through a typhoon. Completely Partly cover in dust and dirt smudge...all over. Someone who could really do a shower...right about now.
How did she into that 'mess' you ask? Well....
Venturing and poking around the local store located nearby of the scene of the crime. They shop owners were kind enough to let her take the surveillance video. But she was on her own finding and copy the surveillance video. Thank a lot! NOT! Insert bad language here.[/i][/s]
"Ha-Chooo!!!"
She sneezes as she was stuck in a DUSTING small corner room behind the fifth shop she had visit so far. Did she mention how much she hated SMALL AND NARROW SPACE! Grumbling. She copies the last surveillance footage to her flash drive. Interrupted when she felt a vibration coming from her Titan Communicator. Opening it. By rotten luck or maybe just misfortunate. She saw Robin face come to view.
Great! Just great! She thought!
While trying her best to fix her hair and look more presentable, she nodded in reply as she read the coordinate Robin has just sent her.
"Got it! I'm on my way!"
She quickly unplug flash drive and heads out. Taking out her silver disk. She hops on it and flew to the coordinate. Tempted to stop by home for a shower.
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The roleplay takes place after the series end of the original Teen Titans animated show, but does not include the movie Trouble in Tokyo. Since then Robin has been on something of a recruiting spree, and many new young heroes have found themselves a home in Jump City as well as Titan Tower.
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