Luis crouches at the rooftop ledge, cape rippling in the breeze, scanning the skyline until his gaze locks onto a faint flicker near the warehouse district below.

Luis grapples off the ledge, swinging in a wide arc across the gap between buildings, cape snapping behind him as he descends toward the warehouse yard.

Luis lands silently behind a crate stack and peers around it, spotting masked-thief-one and masked-thief-two hauling boxes into the getaway-truck's cargo bed.

Luis creeps between towering crate shelves, following a trail of dropped coins that masked-thief-one scattered, leading toward a side door back to the yard.

Masked-thief-two slams the truck door and revs the engine while masked-thief-one leaps into the passenger seat, tires screeching as the truck lurches toward the gate.

Luis springs from the crate stack and hurls a small silver disc from his belt at the truck's front tire, the disc bursting into a sticky net that jams the wheel and jolts the truck to a sudden stop.

Luis stands firm between the thieves and the gate as masked-thief-one and masked-thief-two stumble out of the truck cab, hands raised, boxed in by the crates and the fence with nowhere left to run.

Luis fires his grapple upward and swings away over the fence, cape trailing into the darkness, vanishing from the yard just as the thieves sit slumped against the crates.