no hope, don't want shelter

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Who: proxysearch, birdthright and unmantled
When: Sunday, October 16th (Damian); Monday, October 17th (Dick)
Where: Sector 5.
Summary: Two Robins finally meet Batman's police contact. Too bad Batman's dead.
Warnings: Nada.

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Monday, October 17th

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[Tonight's a little trickier. It's been days since she's had a decent night's rest on top of the usual craziness than accompanies her life. She drops down onto a rooftop and then to the ground, following the sounds of screaming. There's a teenage girl who's been locked out of her house this time and there's some sludge she's stuck to. It's trying to swallow her whole.

Re-l grabs the girl by the waist and pulls her out, but she's definitely hurt. Thankfully, it's a few blocks to SPGH and she heads there, dropping her off outside.

She's back on the rooftops in moments, winded and frustrated. How the hell did Bruce do this, night after night?

With a sigh, she keeps moving. She doesn't have the luxury to stop now.]

[unmantled]

[ He shadows her all the way to the hospital; half-waiting for the moment he'll have to step in, the moment she'll lose her footing or get side-swiped by some lingering ugly. Only somehow it doesn't come, and the girl gets there safely.

He watches her move away again, halfway past disbelief and into genuine curiosity. She's someone Batman trusted. Someone he relied on.

He chooses the moment and then drops down off a crumbling sill above to land just beside her, with hopefully enough distance to avoid putting her too much on edge. ]

Neat save.

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[She doesn't even notice the shadow, too concerned over helping the girl. But as she leaves, she almost feels him pass as he drops down and she turns when he lands. She looks him over.

Different uniform, same 'R'. Robin.]

Thanks. You're not following me, are you?

[unmantled]

[ A half-quirked grin. She's a sharp one, alright. ]

Dunno yet.

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Uh-huh.

[She gestures with a hand.]

Well, if you are, you don't need to hide in the shadows.

[unmantled]

[ Well, if that isn't an invitation what really is? He closes the last cautious gap and drop a little closer, far enough out of the shadows for her to see more of his face, around the mask. ]

...Then call it a yes.

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[She looks him up and down, raising an eyebrow.]

Are there really three Robins in this city right now?

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Nope. [ Which comes easily enough, in spite of everything. A short hop and he's moving past her again, up to a ledge just above. Inviting himself along for now couldn't be simpler. ]

Where you heading?

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[She keeps walking, keeping an eye on him.]

I was thinking the industrial sector. There's always someone seemingly in danger there.

[unmantled]

[ A half-smirk and then he's falling in beside her, maintaining enough proximity to hopefully ward off anything looking to pick off stragglers walking alone. ]

...You do this a lot?

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At least twice a week, when I can.

[She glances around to be sure they don't have any followers.]

I suspect you're all out every night.

[unmantled]

And all on the up and up with your boss, huh? [ While studiously ignoring the second question.

He takes the next ledge with a little hop and yep, sure enough there's a drunk stumbling down on the street below them. A drunk with one of those flying things making slow circles around him, waiting for the right moment.

He turns a little and raises and eyebrow. ] Need a hand? [ He'll offer one anyway, just because. ]

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So long as I'm at work on time and I don't cause trouble for the police, my boss doesn't care what I do.

[And so long as she doesn't rack up too many hours, which gives her plenty of motivation to get some work done outside of the office and out of patrols.

She nods.]

Be careful. They travel in packs, sometimes.

[And then she moves to engage that flying thing, because really, she's sick of these Icarus Winged.]

[unmantled]

[ Now that makes him blink for the half-second it takes to catch on to the movement. And here he'd been half-hoping to call her out on the same hell cops back home would catch if they were caught out vigilanteing. ]

Must be nice.

[ And he's swinging out and past, gaining a little altitude before he lets go and flies. ]

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I hope that's sarcasm.

[But she gives him a small smile as she gets up onto the building so she can keep an eye on what he's doing. He's trained well, either by Bruce or by his own merit, and she's impressed. She lets him handle the Icarus Winged; she turns her attention to the screech nearby that signals the arrival of another.

With him distracted, she slides out one claw and impales the creature in the shoulder, kicking it off the roof.]

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[ This is the part he'd been waiting for. Watching her fight for real, the way crimefighters do. And he's distracted enough by the spectacle that he only catches the edge of the wing with the fall, knocking the Winged off it's path and straight down towards the man down below. Well, crap.

He catches another quick line off the edge of a window sill and uses the pushback momentum to slide underneath, aiming for one of the claws while the man stumbles and falls. He feels it sliding into his arm above the gauntlet before it gives up and pulls back, swinging up into the sky for another pass. ]