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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: The People’s Bank of Gotham, Gotham, New Jersey.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=99ccff]Edwina[/color] & [color=33ff33]The Joker[/color]- [@Morose] and [color=yellow]Barbara Minerva//Cheetah[/color].
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	Nyt worked furiously to stuff as much of the cash as possible into the duffel bags before she set to work on her next task.  She banged on the steel vault door and amplified the sounds to the other side.  Barbara’s eyes shifted to the door, understanding immediately it was the signal that Nyt had accomplished the dirty deed.  The tall man before her followed her eyes, but heard nothing from the other side of the steel door.
	“[color=FE2160]The combination is six dials right, ten to the left, and then twenty-two to the right,[/color]” she called out to Edwina and Barbara, selectively channeling her voice’s frequency so only the pair could hear her.  Still, she didn’t trust the Joker and his goons to let her out, but soon the time would come trust anyone to get her out of here.  With the bags ready at the door to be grabbed when it opened, she tried to focus on the commotion happening on the other side, in case her powers would come in handy.
	Batman scowled at the sight of the Joker and simply side-stepped to miss the teacup filled with something unknown, (but he suspected it was toxic).  “[b]You were never above using women for your own selfish needs, Joker,[/b]” he called out to him and then turned to look at the two females before him.  He knew, without a doubt, it was the last thing they wanted to do but the circumstances led them here anyway.  When Edwina apologized soon after the images of his ‘enemies’ quadrupled, he realized the senses he so desperately relied on would be fucked with on this particular drizzling night.
	“[b]I would very much appreciate it if you girls simply left, but I’m assuming you have something – or someone – who’s keeping you here,[/b]” he said sympathetically as his body tensed up to prepare for the fight.  “[b]A life of crime is a lonely one, wouldn’t you agree, Joker?[/b]”  Without waiting for his response, Batman reached into his utility belt to pull out his swift batarangs and aimed for the lights: if Edwina’s powers controlled light rays, he figured taking out an important component of her ability would benefit in his favor.  Throwing them fast and aiming head-on in succession, the room ultimately became dark and the first sound they all heard was Barbara’s yelp as he went for her first.
	Blinded by the darkness, Barbara aimlessly tried to strike whenever she thought she heard the whisper of his cape.  Feeling contact by a fist, she was thrown back up against the vault door by the strong punch from the Bat.  She cupped her cheek, already feeling it swell up; he must’ve had a lot of pent up anger to strike her in such a way.  Nyt focused on the sound of Barbara’s groan and channeled her voice to the Cheetah again, “[color=FE2160]Let me out, Cat! I can’t help much from in here now, can I?[/color]”
	Barbara rolled her eyes as she set to work on freeing her partner while the Bat became distracted by the Joker and his goons.  “[color=FE2160]Edwina, when she opens the door, let’s just grab all the duffel bags and get the hell out; let the Bat take care of the Joker,[/color]” Nyt called out, selecting Edwina personally.