Quin mostly ignored the philosophical and moral quabble. Her mind was preoccupied with something much more important. Fantasizing new outfits for her team.

She was sure if she were ever in a life and death situation she would do her best. What more was there to think of?

Anyhow, she did not have to worry long about the smooth flat face of Wayne Enterprises. Little Brother lead the charge.

She held herself back while Little Brother landed a grappling line and blasted the windows open. All she had to do was jump. 

Leaping out of the hatch her cape unfurled behind her, stretching out like a glider or like butterfly wings. It caught the wind and the spider-silk carried her gently toward the broken window.

At the very last moment contracted her cape tight around her body. Her momentum carried her the rest of the way, she took three light steps as she landed into a low crouch.

She was careful not to cut herself or her cloths on the shattered glass about her. When she stood her cape fell loose around her ankles.

The room was a lab. It contained some interesting equipment, much of it was ruined by the thieves. She had little time to appreciate either. One of the thieves ran at Little Brother. 

She uncoiled the rope from her side, she didn’t need her hands to do so. The long white cord seemed to lash out of it’s own accord. A neat little lasso-style loop formed at the end, looping itself right over the thug that advanced upon Little Brother. With a second thought, that loop constricted around his shoulders, and the slack on the rope tightened. She attempted to stop or knock down the attacker with the snap of the rope.