Who: Jennifer Warda and Robin What: Discussing the recent squished body and other 'suicides' Where: A street somewhere near the police station being vague is fun When: Couple of nights after the third death (and after this too) Warnings: None
Ever since he'd found the body on Wednesday night, Luke hadn't been able to get the murder out of his mind. There was something about actually having been there, long before the police, that made it hard to simply forget about it and let the cops take care of it. That was when he started going through the newspapers, trying to find reports of other strange deaths and attempting to figure out some kind of pattern. Only a few were odd enough to really stand out - there was that murder in the cemetery, which had apparently been ruled a suicide; and the actual suicide in Bothell, but it struck him as odd because who decided to kill themselves via overdose if they didn't have a history of drug use? Although Collin Wood's murder hadn't appeared to be a suicide, there was still the added element of the car (likely after he'd been killed) that didn't sit right with him. On a map the locations did sort of line up, but there had to be more than that.
His only real issue was that he was limited in resources, which meant his information came from newspapers and whatever rumors he could get from the street. He hadn't expected Oracle to be willing to help, and the information she'd gotten him was useful - but he also knew that Daryl Hockney was investigating the same thing, along with a 'friend' in the Seattle PD. It wasn't too difficult to find out who that was - Detective Jennifer Warda. He decided to approach her first; and from what he'd heard, she wasn't likely to arrest him on sight like some police officers might.
Thus it was Robin who crept along the rooftops, clearly having worked on his stealth as he watched Detective Warda leave the station. It meant giving up a night of patrolling, but a murderer was dangerous - especially if the same person had killed those three people and intended on killing more. Once she'd walked far enough along the sidewalk for him to feel confident that they wouldn't be interrupted (at least for a while), he grappled down the side of the building and landed lightly on his feet.
"Detective." He tried to make his voice sound lower than usual, an attempt to mask his age. Admittedly the new kevlar outfit made him look far better than his prior costume, but he was still nowhere near as intimidating as Batman and needed to try to compensate for it. He'd landed a few feet in front of her, hands held out palm-up to show he wasn't armed and didn't intend on attacking her. "I wanted to talk to you about Collin Wood's murder," he continued, "and the others. I think I can help."