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The first thing about patrolling in the 'new' Gotham is the skyline, Tim has found. The earthquake and subsequent abandonment mean that not only is the skyline utterly changed, the strength of any given wall is no longer reliable. More than once tonight he's had to stop himself becoming strawberry jam by a last-minute grapple, when the roofs he'd hooked gave way.

The second is, of course, the city below him. It's quiet -- eerily quiet. The sound of a car engine is a magnet for trouble, and who has fuel to spare anyway? Winter is approaching and with no heating and no lights, it's going to be a hard one.

Of course, that also means that voices seem louder, noises echo longer. The scrape of a hook on gravel, the rapid footsteps of a running woman, the scream of a --

Wait. Scream?

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Tim looks at her blankly for a moment, and then realises what she's talking about -- and laughs, wholly amused.

"Something like that, yeah. What, you seriously thought some random stranger woulda helped you out've that?"

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Maria's brows lift, her coffee set aside so she can lean back in her chair, arms crossed and smirking. "You think you're th'first guy that's tried t'save poor l'il helpless me from a group'a vatos like the ones tonight? Why you think I was willin' to waste my bullets on you, honey? Gangs do not like heroes."

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"I am, actually, aware of that." He shrugs, slightly embarrassed, gaze back on the table. "It wouldn't have been a problem."

Gangs tend to avoid the kind of heroes who show that they can actually fight.

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Of course, neither the gang nor the Stray have yet to see him fight.

Maria just rolls her eyes at him. "Yeah, whatever," is muttered as she reaches for her coffee.