A Rooftop of the Abandoned Warehouse District, Thursday Night
So, grappling from building to building under the cover of night again. She was making a weekly habit of this, if not nightly; staying in practice was important.
But it was cold out, and the weather wasn't the greatest, and even with a heated suit the exertion got to be tiring after a while, so Robin half-landed, half-skidded to a halt on the top of the nearest warehouse building to catch her breath for a while.
Looking out over the island wasn't so bad, either; the view was pretty even if she missed the skyscrapers of Gotham City. And it was sort of hers, wasn't it? In a sense?
She didn't see anything wrong with lingering a while, either. It was a good place to think. Lonely, though; she kind of missed date nights with Tim up on rooftops like this.
[OOC: For a couple of people who know who they are, and NFB please!]
But it was cold out, and the weather wasn't the greatest, and even with a heated suit the exertion got to be tiring after a while, so Robin half-landed, half-skidded to a halt on the top of the nearest warehouse building to catch her breath for a while.
Looking out over the island wasn't so bad, either; the view was pretty even if she missed the skyscrapers of Gotham City. And it was sort of hers, wasn't it? In a sense?
She didn't see anything wrong with lingering a while, either. It was a good place to think. Lonely, though; she kind of missed date nights with Tim up on rooftops like this.
[OOC: For a couple of people who know who they are, and NFB please!]