And I'm sure it wouldn't interest/ Anybody [Open Log]
WHO: The Bats, the Spider, and anyone else out under the full moon. bratwonder and TBA. Who wants to come play?
WHAT: Banter and snark on the nighttime patrol. Grim bats and propeller-hats. Free threading. Hop as desired.
WHERE: The all-concealing shadows.
WHEN: Tonight. Be there or be square. All night-owls welcome.
Just because Nightwing was stuck with a propeller beanie was no reason for him to stay benched for patrol. Plus, so far as Robin was concerned, every time he hit it for a spin in-costume, that was worth 20 points.
30 if it was midair.
But as fun as that might be, it was hardly the night's only objective. He hadn't had much chance, what with all the weird, to get a good sense of their team-up-of-the-week (month?) (year?) in bright red and blue, with the mask that had the freaky eyes. They'd met when he'd landed, and Cass seemed to like him alright, but Cass was hard to patrol with too.
No, that wasn't true, he amended mentally as he slipped from roof to roof. Cass was easy to patrol with in all sorts of unsettling and nonobvious ways. She had the advantage of him not only in all the usual Batgirl respects (more training, better instincts, flexibility, raw power) but on top of all that she acted like they'd been flying together for years. And the hell of it was, she could.
He tried not to think about it too much. She seemed to know when he did.
A pair of bats as long as Robin's arm chased bugs overhead, and reminded him to get the extra info about this Sora. Gruesome stuff. Funny how they had so many jerks who claimed to eat people, and this one just took the guy apart.
Yeah, that was a checklist. The boy slid adroitly down one shingled roof and pulled a double-flip across the street to the next. Now where was he gonna start?
WHAT: Banter and snark on the nighttime patrol. Grim bats and propeller-hats. Free threading. Hop as desired.
WHERE: The all-concealing shadows.
WHEN: Tonight. Be there or be square. All night-owls welcome.
Just because Nightwing was stuck with a propeller beanie was no reason for him to stay benched for patrol. Plus, so far as Robin was concerned, every time he hit it for a spin in-costume, that was worth 20 points.
30 if it was midair.
But as fun as that might be, it was hardly the night's only objective. He hadn't had much chance, what with all the weird, to get a good sense of their team-up-of-the-week (month?) (year?) in bright red and blue, with the mask that had the freaky eyes. They'd met when he'd landed, and Cass seemed to like him alright, but Cass was hard to patrol with too.
No, that wasn't true, he amended mentally as he slipped from roof to roof. Cass was easy to patrol with in all sorts of unsettling and nonobvious ways. She had the advantage of him not only in all the usual Batgirl respects (more training, better instincts, flexibility, raw power) but on top of all that she acted like they'd been flying together for years. And the hell of it was, she could.
He tried not to think about it too much. She seemed to know when he did.
A pair of bats as long as Robin's arm chased bugs overhead, and reminded him to get the extra info about this Sora. Gruesome stuff. Funny how they had so many jerks who claimed to eat people, and this one just took the guy apart.
Yeah, that was a checklist. The boy slid adroitly down one shingled roof and pulled a double-flip across the street to the next. Now where was he gonna start?