"Negative, Nightwing." Barbara's voice rattled Helena's teeth, the way it transmitted via vibrations, but since the music was so loud and pulsing so heavily, Huntress couldn't help but be glad for it. "This street party, it goes on for blocks but the concentration of it seems to be taking place on the roads leading to and from Arkham."
"A distraction?" Helena asked as she slipped up the rusted and broken fire escape of a nearby building, climbing to the roof to get a better look.
"Might be," confirmed Barbara. "Or this could be the disturbance that was initially reported; bulletins are coming in slow and erratically.
Helena slipped a pair of compact binoculars from the belt of her outfit and held them to her eyes. "Well, I have to say, it looks pretty innocent at the moment; just a lot of kids having some stupid fun. Though the costume thing is... unsettling. I wouldn't mind backup." Yes, she was a loner, but she wasn't suicidal.
"Right," replied Barbara firmly. "Nightwing, stay on Huntress..." A small snicker. Honestly, Barbara thought, rolling her eyes, it's like running a daycare! "Stay with Huntress. I'll keep my eye out for a way into Arkham, and my ear to the ground for information: who organized the rave, what are they celebrating? I'll get back to you."