The Rooftops of Fandom, Thursday Night

[batwaffles]

It wasn't even about protecting the place any more; it hadn't been for a long time, really. Fandom was lucky that way, and had a lot of people to look out for it, so these patrols had become an exercise in keeping her skills sharp more than anything else. It was good practice, but it was getting really, really close to time to take that practice

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[amthenight]

Guess who happened to be on one of those rooftops. Go on. Guess!

He wasn't watching Robin. There wasn't even any indication that he was paying attention to anything but whatever he was looking at off in the distance. Well, no indication other than the fact that he was Batman, and of course he was paying attention.

And letting his cape billow out in the breeze like a badass.

[batwaffles]

Fine, make her cape-billowing look less impressive then, sure.

It definitely got her attention, though, so shortly after she noticed him Robin landed on that particular rooftop, and couldn't help being a little bit proud of herself for being much -- okay, 'more graceful' was overly generous, but she could say 'not disastrous' in comparison to when she'd first started doing this stuff.

"Nice night for a good moderate-altitude brood, hmm?" she asked, not quite as breezy as she tried to sound. Granted, she always felt like she was being graded (and not on a curve) by him, but with the timing and all the feeling was a little more intense, so . . . nerves.

[amthenight]

"Hmm," Batman grunted. And then he didn't say anything for a few more seconds, as if he was just stretching the tension out for poor Robin. "Moderate? You've been away from tall buildings too long."

[batwaffles]

"It's okay. I'm already warming up to avoid getting neck cramps from looking waaaaaaaaaay up," Robin said. After several seconds of internal-monologue keysmash, because that was mean, Batman. Somewhat expected, though. "And reminding myself that it'll be a much longer fall is extra incentive not to do that."