A knife sails over Marissa's shoulder and lands in the homeless man's throat, he clutches at it as the blood begins to spray.
"I like this piece. I think I'll call it 'Robin's Failure'." says a voice from behind her.
If Robin turns around, she'll see that the dumpster has opened silently and inside stands a man dressed in all black, with God-knows-how many hours of trash, debris and maybe blood upon him. He wears a Guy Fawkes mask on his face and a hat, seeming to smile at Robin through the mask.
"You know, you don't look like My Old Friend, young lady, but I'm glad you came. The girls and I spent all day waiting, hoping you'd stop by and see us.
Mr. Jones served his purpose and now he's more famous in dying than he was in his life. He's not my normal fare, but I suppose he'll do." the Artist says, hopping out of the trash can to stand a few feet from Robin, cocking his wrist slightly. Another knife appears in his hand as he looks at her.
"I suppose it's close enough to Thanksgiving to carve up a new little bird." he says, his voice colored with something like anticipation.
"Your move, Girl Wonder." he says.
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