Utility belts are golden but Duct tape is Silver

[Victor Sage]

It was a hard enough having to work Two jobs but it had to be done. Even though Vic was slightly falling asleep in the back of the cab. He sat up an shook his head quickly to keep himself awake. there was no telling what could happen in a city like this if one fell asleep in the back of the cab.

He ran his fingers through his slightly untamed mop of black hair. When the cab stopped he climbed out an looked around the side walk at the crowds. Nothing left to be desired but filth on this side of town. Vic looked over his shoulder before he paid the man his fair, telling the man to keep the change.

Victor Began to walk casually down the alley, while he pulled the balled Psuedoderm mask from his compartment in the specially designed belt buckle. After he entered the alley way he checked again a saw no one following him as he pressed the button on it as well causing the chemical gas to bond the mask to his face an change the color of his suit from a black to a light purple.

Vic quickly scaled the fire escape to reach the roof. He used his skills to jump from the current roof to the next. If anything the Adrenaline rush would keep him awake for the night.

Vic hoped to find something more than just a petty mugging tonight, or a drug deal. Speak of the devil an it shall appear. A few stories below his very feet a man was being beaten for valuables. He stood back taking in the possible ways he could get to the ground.

After weighing the options the Question started to run towards the edge of the roofing, his foot placed on the lip of the edge an he kicked off. Arms stretched out for the fire escape on the adjacent roof. He slammed into the cold harsh metal of the escape. His gloved hands wrapping around them before he slid down to the ground be hind the men in a most classical fashion.

Victor knew that he was going to be feeling that in the morning an for a few days after word. He just didn't have the budget for body armor, but if one didn't et hit then what was the point of having it. Same thing as who needs a utility belt when one had duct tape.

Question grabbed the attacker at the back of his shirt collar an dragged him away from the other man. He slammed the man into the adjacent wall, before he delivered several series of punches to the man's torso.

He looked over his shoulder at the seemingly terrorized man, It was the lack of a face that probably did it. "Go home" He ordered calmly an the man took off.

[James Gordon]

There has been a possible mugging reported and as Gordon sped to the address in East Gotham, he couldn't find himself surprised. The residents here looked at him with disdain, perhaps fear, but they continued on their business. The ladies of the night waved at him coyly and he could drug buys taking place. If he had more power, he'd focus his sight here. This was the part of the Gotham that needed the most help.

He saw the dilapidated street signs that indicated he was there. He began searching the alley, sirens wailing and lights flashing. Then he saw it, the man running from the alley. He looked frightened, beat up, but when Gordon stopped the car and rushed to the alley, he stopped. He had to blink for a moment.

"Hey, someone explain to me what's going on," he ordered sternly, though he felt quite unnerved.

He could swear that the man he saw who was beating on a much rougher looking male, this man was decked nicely in a light purple coat, had no face though he could clearly make out his hairline.

[Victor Sage]

Question had been for the most part, making the mugger wish he had never done such a thing an that he would probably think twice about doing it again. Which was exactly the message Q was trying to get across, thats if the man was able to walk away. He paused for a moment when he heard the foot steps of an approaching person. He was very much prepared for it another assailant. Question knew that his luck was far from great. He figured this man may have been in a gang of sorts, but the other approaching seemed slightly if not throughly different.

The figure coming down the shadowed alley held its self in a extremely different way. shoulders squared, not slouched, steps precise an with purpose. The glint of gold in peculiar places on the shirt gave more food for the answer. A cop, a brave one at that. However Question was not in the mood to deal with cops. He gave the mugger a quick jab to the solar plex before twisting him around an quickly zip tyeing his hands to a heavy dumpster before Question jumped to the ladder on the side of the building.

It was time to go, He was in no position to say much of anything. However the mugger was mumbling between frightful sobs about how the man in purple had no face.

[James Gordon]

Gordon ignored the restrained man. He certainly wasn't going anywhere, he aimed his pistol, but was soon replacing it in his holster, grabbing onto the rungs of the ladder. He quickly scaled it, though he realized he was not as young as the man he was chasing. He knew now that he had no face.

'Great another one.' He found himself thinking in exasperation. He wasn't sure, however, whether this one was more like the man in the bat costume he'd seen a few nights ago or the one with the burlap, stitched face. He pulled himself onto the roof and searched for the man, pulling his gun again and circling his vision across the rooftop.

He just wanted to know whether this new guy was good or bad.

[Victor Sage]

Vic was quick to scale the ladder, the flat roof was perfect to build up the speed needed to jump to the next an find some cover. The sound of the gun being drawn had only quickened his pace. He jumped from the edge of the building an rolled onto the next, thankful that he had left his hat in the car, it would have been crushed. Question was quick to return to his feet an blitz behind a out cropping that was sure to be an access door into the building below.

If the cop had followed he might consider it to be a means of quick escape, but if the man did intend to shoot him, well he would have to dis-arm him first.

[James Gordon]

Gordon followed, watching as the man ran the rooftop and managed to make it to the next. He could make the jump, but instead he paused. "I don't want to harm you! I just want to ask questions! Are you on our side or...theirs?! Are you good or bad?!"

Gotham was corroded, perhaps these types of people were the most needed. They could help, but they could also mean trouble depending on their intentions. He just wanted to put his heart and mind at ease.

[Victor Sage]

Question didn't come out from his spot behind the building, it could have been a ruse for a clearer shot. He wasn't putting his body on the line, even though his coat was a bullet proof polymer, resistant to hand guns an lower caliber rifles an shotguns.
He looked around the edge of the out cropping.

"That is the Question isn't it?" He said before going into the building through the door. If he could get the man to follow him he could dis-arm him an only that. An maybe just Maybe answer the questions.

Vic moved quickly down the stair well an props a door open but doesn't enter it, its just a bait. He was hanging about the stair well. Out of sight, out of mind.

[James Gordon]

Gordon stepped back and then he ran at the ledge of the building. He skidded onto the roof before following. He still held his gun, just as a precaution. The man was being evasive, but there was something in his voice that didn't catch Gordon as malicious.

He quickly made it to the rooftop door and opened it, but then he took it steadily. His eyes glancing into the darkened stairwell. He unlatched his flashlight and aimed it around the stairwell, though he saw nothing. He attached it to his gun, continuing down the stairs towards the open door.

[Victor Sage]

Vic stepped from the shadows an Snatched Gordon around the neck an placed two of his fingers in his back, mimicking a gun. " The Department is corrupt, Which are you?" he said knowing that the officer could easily throw him, or they were trained to. If that happened he could easily take Gordon's gun with him.

[James Gordon]

"I'm a good guy, I do my best, I have nothing to hide." He said calmly. He wasn't threatened because he didn't mind to tell the truth. He wasn't ashamed of being a good cop. "You want my credentials? The police force is corrupt, but there are a few of us that actually work to make a difference in this town. I'm one of them, or I hope for that to be noticed."

[Victor Sage]

Question could hear no deceit in the man's answer. It was sufficient, an slated the curiosity. He released Gordon an stepped back to give the man space. It had indeed been noticed. He was not only brave enough to follow but jump the roof an pursue a quite literally unknown possible foe. An for that he was admirable in Question's book.

[James Gordon]

Gordon stepped forward and after removing the flashlight and re-holstering his gun, he turned to regard Question. "And you? Whose side are you on?" He looked at him. He could surmise it was his side, or least on a more upright side since he'd been released for his own answer.

[Victor Sage]

"I think you can answer that on your own" He said stepping away to leave the building.

[James Gordon]

James moved to follow him. "Wait! You're on my side, trying to help the city." He nodded. "Thank you. Is there something I can call you? I'm James Gordon, Captain James Gordon."

[Victor Sage]

Q merely nodded his head an continued to the door, but before he closed it behind him, he stuck the skin reactive card in the door. Maybe that would answer Captain James Gordon's question, or just create more.