There was another shadow moving along another set of rooftops, unaware of any other help rushing his way. There had been a hunch at the station regarding an old dump of a warehouse as a possible location where they were holding the woman, but nothing had turned up. John was convinced that neighborhood was the right one though, and they just weren't looking in the right places.
Easy enough to hide a secret door, a basement level that some of the lazier detectives had overlooked. Not to say all of the detectives were lazy, but John had his opinions.
But it wasn't John out tonight, it was the Batman, for the first time since the virus. He had been annoyed to hell by that, since it gave people a link to his identity. Luckily, John Blake was no Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy. Most of the people who knew he had been sick knew of his 'nocturnal activities' already, meaning Arthur and Maria.
He was invisible. And on nights like tonight, that was part was critical.