A Rooftop in the Warehouse District, Tuesday Night
Things were getting worse back home. All of Star City was gone, and with it any sign of Oliver Queen. The Justice League Watchtower had never existed. Trying to look up the Daily Planet's online archives only led to a 404 - Page Not Found error.
On the slightly bright side -- and she'd be keeping this one to herself, not sharing it with Bruce -- Victor Zsasz had simply disappeared, along with half the inmate roster at Arkham.
Robin (and Stephanie, for that matter) could be happy about that, except for the fact that there were too many good people missing, and it wasn't even a question of balancing any scales.
It's just a good thing, Robin reflected as she perched on the edge of the rooftop and looked out over Fandom, that there aren't any gargoyles up here. I'm getting waaaaaaaaaaaay too close to the Big Bat's level of broody as it is.
[OOC: Open if you like, and as always Stephanie's identity NFB.]
On the slightly bright side -- and she'd be keeping this one to herself, not sharing it with Bruce -- Victor Zsasz had simply disappeared, along with half the inmate roster at Arkham.
Robin (and Stephanie, for that matter) could be happy about that, except for the fact that there were too many good people missing, and it wasn't even a question of balancing any scales.
It's just a good thing, Robin reflected as she perched on the edge of the rooftop and looked out over Fandom, that there aren't any gargoyles up here. I'm getting waaaaaaaaaaaay too close to the Big Bat's level of broody as it is.
[OOC: Open if you like, and as always Stephanie's identity NFB.]