Another rooftop, another night. Once again, Lady Shvia is looking for Robin, knowing where it is more likelt she will find him. Too much more of this and it seems likely someone might accuse her of stalking him
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The Robin that comes swinging in is almost a shadow of himself.
His facemask is askew, his cape missing altogether, and his expression is dazed, as if swinging through the city in his sleep.
He doesn't look particularly surprised to see Shiva and her guest. Or particularly bothered. Or particularly anything. He doesn't blink or gesture, he just drops in front of the pair in a crouch, pulling himself up slowly, as if on puppet strings.
"Weird..." he murmurs, almost to himself. "I don't usually dream about John Constantine..."
Shiva glances toward John for a moment before she closes the distance between herself and Robin. Her hands are tasked with making him a bit more tidy, an unusual pursuit for her to say the least. "This is not a dream, Little Bird."
There is a tenor to her voice - she is ruffled by his appearance - unsettled, perhaps.
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His facemask is askew, his cape missing altogether, and his expression is dazed, as if swinging through the city in his sleep.
He doesn't look particularly surprised to see Shiva and her guest. Or particularly bothered. Or particularly anything. He doesn't blink or gesture, he just drops in front of the pair in a crouch, pulling himself up slowly, as if on puppet strings.
"Weird..." he murmurs, almost to himself. "I don't usually dream about John Constantine..."
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There is a tenor to her voice - she is ruffled by his appearance - unsettled, perhaps.
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He nods to Shiva, silently asking her to continue. If he wants to do anything here, he's going to need a bridge, and she just might have to be it.
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"Gotta be.... there's no way I'd meet a demon if I was awake. Demons don't exist..."
The Boy Wonder seems to be somewhere else right now. Constantine might recognize the signs.
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