Blocks Away From Blackgate, Cypher and Open
It wasn't flying, but it was close enough. As Doug descended through the air, landing and rolling until he was crouching on the next roof, he grinned. He'd been practicing at ground level for weeks now, and trying to overcome that fear of falling while spending nights waiting on the roof of the clinic for a few stolen moments with Batgirl. After he'd quickly sat Mort down at his desktop and walked him through the process (the man could resemble Eddie's voice enough to give Doug chills), he'd told him where he wanted to guide the stolen Prius. And to ensure it went off without a hitch, Doug took to the rooftops with his backpack of tools and his costume.
He wouldn't call what he had a costume, exactly. Dark running pants, tucked into the best athletic boots he could find, a dark shirt covering his upper body and gripping gloves fitted with reinforced steel knuckles on his hands. A basic Domino mask attached tightly to his face, and over it reflective goggles, the wide kind that gave full range of vision. A hard plastic ski mask covered his lower face, and the hood of his shirt was tied tightly over his hair so that it wouldn't impede his vision... the best costume one could manage on a limited budget... less to be a symbol or to protect than to simply stay hidden in the darkness.
The closest Police Station was eleven blocks away from the Park Row Community Center, and Doug had studied overhead maps on google, and then in person, eyeballing distances and differences in height. Here buildings were closer together, and the fear of a fall and a break were mitigated.
He moved quickly, happy for keeping up with his swimming as he felt his muscles respond comfortably to the exertion and his body temperature rise. Thankfully, his clothing options breathed, and it kept him from getting too hot in the hazy summer Gotham night.
When he arrived, he peered carefully over the edge of the roof... the police were waiting, as planned. The car pulled around the corner, too nice for this neighborhood, the broken window visible even from this far, and Doug grinned. He saw it start to speed up, but he pulled out his phone, still accessing the OnStar network, and flipped the car battery's kill switch... it rolled to a stop. The police brought out their weapons and ordered the men out of the car.
Then the music started again, the man spoke words he couldn't make out, and Doug watched in a dream-like haze as all five men stepped out and walked down the alleyway across the street, to the side Doug was standing on. When the music faded, he came out of it. That buzzing sound still ringing in his memory, Doug realized there was a voice under it, even though he couldn't understand what was being said, he realized that the man's profile was incomplete. The prison records said his name was Avery Twombey, and what had thrown Doug off and made him more inclined to be here himself was the man's alias... "The Cypher."
Doug was too annoyed and curious to leave this one alone. There was something in the file about homicides made to look like suicides, but Doug hadn't had time to access his police records. It was clear that that the man exerted control over people through a form of hypnosis, and that strange muzak was the tool that made this possible. But why was it in his possession at Blackgate? Had Eddie actually equipped Twombey with this, and were other criminals similarly given resources? Did the man's alias catch the Riddler's attention?