August 18, 0500h Tim heaved another sigh and wished Cassandra would check in with him. He'd been wholly unsuccessful at relocating the assassin and Batman. Cassandra had acknowledged his message but had failed to follow up. He hoped she was ok. He felt like a sitting duck even though he knew that Batman was keeping the bad guy occupied. At least he thought he knew. He sensed a change in the air and automatically dropped to the deck. A blade whistled over his head. He rolled, the blade digging into the ground next to his neck. He had to find some way to get back on his feet but before he could make a move, a dark shape hurtled into the assassin, slamming him across the roof. The blade of the machete besides him snapped at the force of the attack. He scrambled up to see the two black beings separate briefly, then clash again, retaining enough silhouette to be recognizable. It was too small to be Batman, he realized suddenly. Where was Batman? "Get under cover." Tim felt a flash of relief as the gritty voice was accompanied by the familiar sound of boots on the roof. The cavalry was here.