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Who: Enigma (Open)
What: Scouting and relaxing
Where: 50 stories in the air
When: July 8th, 2012
Rating: Low more then likely



Enigma curled her leg tighter around the rope holding her up, relying on her muscles rather then the harness and safety rope he had left on the roof of the building she was dangling from.

She was in her work clothes, her long golden cane strapped to her thigh along with the mask she hadn't bothered to put on, gravity wanting to force the heavy metal to smack her in her face, though she ignored the sensation, trusting the elastic around her legs to keep herself from the same fate as too many of her victims.

She stretched her arms over her head, groaning in pleasure as her back popped, her muscles stretching and releasing the tensions of the day. It was rare she got a chance to simply...hang around, Gotham too full of distractions and work to simply enjoy life. Not to mention too many heroes and vigilantes grappling around, eager to tackle anyone with a giant green question mark on them, even if they weren't getting into trouble.

Sighing, she dragged her mind away from the pleasures of dangling so high above the ground, lowering the binoculars to her eyes, watching the bank across the street, mentally counting out the minutes as she watched the guards move around, memorizing their movements.