He picked up a cellphone that had fallen next to a substantial pool of blood. Slipping it into an evidence pocket at the back of his belt, he picked up the unusual looking bow that had landed on the sidewalk.
"Hello, and what might we have here?" he raised a brow behind the cowl
He alerted the local GCPD precinct of three injured men on Park and Freemont. Each one had a rap sheet that scrolled across his HUD as BatWave facial rec pulled their records. Securing them with handcuffs, he continued examining the scene.
"If I had a 'bird-sense', it'd probably be going off right now." Tim said to no one in particular as he was filled with a sense that things were about to get suddenly more complicated in his life.
Tim's fingers flew across one of the keyboards hooked into the Nest's central computer bay. He had spent the last ten hours working on updates to his network code and security and desperately looked forward to passing out once the code finished compiling.
@PatchNSwords "Of course not." His eyes darted sideways. "Robins aren't resentful. Even if that /is/ some solid alliteration. I'm just saying, try sharing a cave with all his dude habits for a few years and you won't find him nearly so 'spicy'."
@PatchNSwords "That's one perspective. Though, I find actively trying to live can be appropriately spicy in my particular line of night work." Tim shrugged.