BATMAN AND FAMILY IN. . .

[bratwonder]

[The night's cold and clear; a careless exhale will puff out in a gaslit cloud. The ice is clear and slick on some roofs, treacherously cracked and sliding on others. On others yet it's thin, black, rough- nearly invisible against the shingles until that fatal misstep

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[isthenight]

[ And somewhere amidst the laughter and the stealth is Batman, standing on a roof wondering how, exactly, he managed to get tagged. He was just supposed to be watching, wasn't he? And now he's... It.

Harrumph goes the Dark Knight and he swings off the roof, landing on another and tapping the next tagger on their shoulder, face looking very much like this:

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Tag, you're it. [ ... I'm not sure it's possible for a voice to get any flatter and drier than that. Even Death Valley isn't that dry. ]

[bratwonder]

[Was totally balancing on the thinnest edge of shingle he could find and therefore? SLIPS.] H-heyyyy!!

[ROBIN DOWN, ROBIN DOWN. Or at least -- dropped into the shadows below.]

[heirdom]

[Snickers.]

Such incompetence.

[bratwonder]

[oh he heard that, Bratbird. He totally heard that and he's swinging under cover of the long eaves to go 'round your way, taking care to stay out of the lanterns' dim orange light.

C'mon, make a move. Leave cover. C'mon.]

[heirdom]

[Damian, crouched low in the shadow of a chimney stack, shifts just enough to see around the corner.]

[bratwonder]

[Tim swings wide and around from behind, pulling an arc way over Damian's head that should end... right on it. Death from above!!]

[heirdom]

[Damian doesn't bother turning; he can hear just fine, and his hood messes with his peripheral vision, anyway. He moves, tucking and rolling to the side to evade.]

Tt!

[bratwonder]

[Good thing that chimney's there, then - Tim can kick off it and hurtle headlong towards the retreating shadow before he even hits the roof.] S'matter, not having fun yet?!

[heirdom]

[Stupid Drakes, always getting everywhere.]

I don't play for fun.