(no subject)
WHO: Dick (knights_wing) and Slade (wantsapprentice)
WHERE: THE ROOF. SOMEWHERE.
WHEN: Late Wednesday the 8th.
WARNINGS: Probable violence, possible language, and uh. Dick kind of not winning this fight.
SUMMARY: Dick’s out for the night to clear his head and burn off some energy from the depressing few days he’s had. Things go badly.
FORMAT: Whatever you want, BB!
[There just aren’t a lot of convenient, hulking gargoyles here in the city, so Dick’s making do with a few nicely intersecting parapets suspended over what probably used to be a church.
The tactical ground’s not the best, but it does give him a clear view of the street below, where he's eying a couple of a drunk teenagers on the sidewalk, holding on to each other and giggling.
In about twenty minutes the sky will be going purple up against the skyline. The Bruce!voice in his head is telling him that he's wasted the last hour of his patrol. That there's nothing here.
Nothing to just justify the forty-five minutes he's spent crouching here, watching this empty street.]
WHERE: THE ROOF. SOMEWHERE.
WHEN: Late Wednesday the 8th.
WARNINGS: Probable violence, possible language, and uh. Dick kind of not winning this fight.
SUMMARY: Dick’s out for the night to clear his head and burn off some energy from the depressing few days he’s had. Things go badly.
FORMAT: Whatever you want, BB!
[There just aren’t a lot of convenient, hulking gargoyles here in the city, so Dick’s making do with a few nicely intersecting parapets suspended over what probably used to be a church.
The tactical ground’s not the best, but it does give him a clear view of the street below, where he's eying a couple of a drunk teenagers on the sidewalk, holding on to each other and giggling.
In about twenty minutes the sky will be going purple up against the skyline. The Bruce!voice in his head is telling him that he's wasted the last hour of his patrol. That there's nothing here.
Nothing to just justify the forty-five minutes he's spent crouching here, watching this empty street.]