I stand overhead the few thugs talking quietly about their boss, analyzing the property. Silently finalizing my scouting, a more tactical approach was being put into place. 5 of his men outside, three armed and two unarmed. I could go for the eastern guard watching overhead, he seems well equipped with thermal vision and more... therefore taking out their personal siren.
My boots move from the gargoyle to the rooftops below; the sound even more hidden due to the immense amount of snow tonight. The first target is uneasy, his handle on the thermal childish and pathetic. From a steady amount of walking I rip away from the few feet of snow providing cover and grab the man from behind. His hands continued to bat at my forearm which was locked in place, but this stopped after slamming his body into the snow with a crunch. Unheard and silent as it should be. The other two guards stood as they already had been, complaints of the weather ruining their drunkenness ringing throughout the lot as my cape carried me to the snow-ridden asphalt below.
Slipping a batarang from my belt, I watch as it whips into full position for flight. The blade smashes through the barrel of one rifle while the other man prepares his to shoot. Two more batarangs are thrown to each kneecap, impaling his legs with a howl of pain coming for a result. In the process of throwing the rifle to the ground my leg catches one of them in the face with a tremendous snap against my heel. This blow sent him tumbling through the now blood-sprinkled snow in agony while the impaled thug reached for me with his blade drawn.
The remaining two men of Joker's raced for me with clubs and other pointless weaponry, chanting of my death and more. My hand fixed around a smoke pellet, slamming it downward for no visible contact. The shadows of the wall behind provide enough camouflage but are too close, making me have to take them out as a group.
My foot slams each batarang deeper through the knees to finish my previous enemy off as both hands balled into fists. A barrage of blows was sent into the club-holder until he slumped like gelatin, then found their way to the last 'guard.' To finish him off my cape swept across his face to cause confusion as he tried to regain full view. However, I leg-swept him to the snow before he could and reassured he was silent before moving for the building to once again regain silence. Time for the true enemy inside that warehouse.