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WHO:

batghoul and her sidekick

bedeviledspider
WHERE: A movie theater (so specific).
WHEN: Wednesday night. [ BACKDATED ]
WARNINGS: derp, awkward, hot ninja breaking in action.
SUMMARY: It's Cass's birthday! This means a movie date. Or, to be more specific, breaking into a movie theater.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever after.

It was Cass's birthday.

Correction: It was his girlfriend's birthday. Reilly still wasn't sure what all the dos and donts were in this situation, but he was certain that doing nothing would get him killed... and he liked living. And Cassandra.

That was how he ended up scaling the walls of Oracle's safe house, face hidden under a horrible makeshift mask, waiting for the tell-tale tingle to run down his spine and announce his imminent demise at the hands of Cass's mentor. To his surprise, that wasn't happening. So he took a deep breath and began knocking on what he hoped was her window.

A list of movie times clutched in his hand.

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Cass didn't really think a lot about her birthday. She hadn't celebrated it for the first seventeen years of her life, and it was still difficult to think of it as anything other than 'Wednesday.' Not that there was much to celebrate in the first place.

So, like any other day, she was spending her time beating on a punching bag in her room. It took her a few moments to notice the tapping on her window between punches. She glanced around the bag with a quizzical expression that turned into a small smile when she noticed Reilly clinging to the wall. A few seconds later, she was opening the window to let him in.

Reilly was content to just watch her for a while. Partly out of relief that no one else in the house had spotted him, but mostly because he'd been wondering how she celebrated today.

There was something reassuring in seeing that she spent the day hitting things. Smiling, he climbed in, almost tripping over the windowpane in his nervousness.

"I, uh," he ran a hand through his hair, list still in his hand, "Thought that maybe we should-- go. On a date. To the movies? Unless you don't like movies, in which case, uh we could-- do. Um. A thing."

"Like movies," she replied eagerly as she shut the window behind him. She glanced down at her attire--even she realized that she couldn't go out in a drenched tank top and shorts. "Will, um. Get ready."

She vanished into the bathroom, leaving Reilly alone in her rather messy room. Clothes were strewn about on the floor, several punching bags in desperate need of repair leaned up against the wall, and a wooden desk that was literally broken in half.

After a few moments, she emerged again, dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans.

"Uh," he reached up to pull off the mask and stuff it away in his pocket. "Sure."

While she was getting dressed, he stared at his feet, trying not to think about the fact that he'd suddenly found himself alone in her room. Not that he wasn't tempted to look around, but what if she caught him? Or, worse, Oracle or something.

And so he stayed still until she came back. And it hit him that he hadn't really thought this through at all. "I'm not... exactly sure how we're going to get there, though. Or what we're going to see." He shrugged, radiating worry. "...I like your outfit?"

"Thanks," she said with a smile as she went back to the window and opened it again. She could tell that he was nervous about not really having a plan, but that was okay. The movie didn't really matter, and they could go there the same way Cass went anywhere. "This way," she said, pulling up her hood to partially conceal her face as she jumped from her window onto the fire escape of a nearby building and began to climb.

"No problem," he said with a shy smile. Then, without a word, he put his silly mask back on and began following her -- leaping from the window to the fire escape and the building.

Until, mid-climb, something made him stop and frown. "Wait, Cass. What about, uh, snacks?" He asked, pointing towards a convenience store in the distance.

She paused as she hung from a ledge and followed his gaze toward the store. "Okay," she said, easily convinced when it came to food. She changed course and began to leap across the fire escapes of adjacent buildings until she dropped down next to the convenience store.

"Want chips," she said as she entered the store.

It took all his willpower to keep from introducing his head to the wall. Okay, next time, they were going to have to have a talk about how to enter a store without looking like robbers.

Next time. When he wasn't busy taking off his own mask.

"Er, Cass, the mask," he whispered under his breath. "They're going to think we're--" A flare of his senses made him turn to the poor, panicked cashier. "Stop freaking out, I promise we're not here to steal anything."

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"We're... good guys," she said as she turned down the chips aisle and apparently taking the whole situation rather lightly. The cashier's body language indicated that he was harmless enough--he didn't have a gun to reach for under the counter, at least.

A few seconds later, she was slapping down the biggest bag of BBQ chips she could find on the counter.

"Yeah," Reilly said, distracted, devoting his attention to the vital task of picking some soda. "We're good guys. Who... wear masks sometimes."

He walked back, glad his powers were keeping him from dropping the loot: one large drink (for him) and one extra large (for her) as well as a bag of something sweet (also for her). Then he handed the man a little cash, which seemed to satisfy him.

It wasn't until they walked out that Reilly realized he had no idea how they were going to sneak this in.

Noticing his look, she paused from munching on her already-opened chips. "What?"

He just... stared at her for a moment, before sipping on his soda in defeat. "We're going to have to sneak this in. Somehow."

She put a hand to her chin in deep contemplation, and then... stuffed the bag of chips under her hoodie. Besides making her midsection look strangely lumpy and creating a very suspicious crackling sound with each step, it was the perfect disguise!

He couldn't help it. He started laughing. "I guess that'll work," he said between chuckles, stuffing his soda under his shirt. It looked like it was about to spill.

They were masters of disguise.

Truly, no one would suspect a thing.

A few minutes later and they were standing in front of the movie theater. Her chip bag gut garnered a few strange glances, but most people didn't give it a second glance. She looked up at the list of movies playing, and then to Reilly. "What movie?"

Likewise, his soda went unnoticed, aside from a few people peering at the growing stain on his shirt (thanks, spillage). "Let me look..."

He pulled the crumpled list out of his pocket. "This says we're in time for-- Yogi Bear?"

She raised an eyebrow, and glanced at the line to buy tickets. She could hear a few adults with kids buying tickets for the movie, and they all seemed to radiate despair.

"...Um. Okay," she said, raising an eyebrow as she turned back to Reilly. The date... wasn't about the movie, right??

Rrrrright. Not about the movie. Lucky them.

He turned to Cass with a frown. "Well, we... don't have to go to that movie, necessarily... as long as we stay of their-" He pointed at the security guards. "Stay out of their sights."

She tilted her head toward him and her mouth seemed to form a straight line. It was her 'You do know who you're talking to, right?' face.

He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. It was his way of saying 'Oh, right, duh'. Then he gestured upwards, either suggesting they sneak in from above or that he got an idea.

She grinned and grabbed his hand as she took took off around the building to find a way to higher ground, chips crackling all the way. Now the date was starting to get good.

He forced his face to go blank, a failed attempt at hiding how just holding her hand still sort of stunned him. By the time they found a good spot, his soda was a lost cause, at two thirds of it having spilled on to his shirt.

But as he got ready to climb with her, he found he didn't care.

She would have giggled at his dripping shirt, but she was too busying being in full-on ninja mode. She easily scaled the wall, and after a couple seconds of scanning, located the rooftop entrance. The door seemed to be locked, giving her pause. She could always kick it down, but it wasn't like they were breaking into a mob hideout or something...

Reilly climbed after her with far less subtlety, as if keeping your face covered was all you needed for a stealth mission. At least until he noticed she had stopped, which made him freeze, concerned and confused. "What's wrong?" He couldn't sense anything lurking behind the door...

"Can't we just pick the lock?"

She stepped aside and pulled out her pockets, showing that they were empty except for some lint. She didn't exactly carry around lock-picking tools in her hoodies, after all. Though maybe that would be a good idea from now on.

He bit his lip, thinking it over. He hadn't come prepared for a lock-picking either. Although... he snapped his fingers, causing a small flame to spring forth. Then he headed for the lock, carefully tracing it with his flaming fingers, trying to melt it off.

Or accidentally fuse it to the door.

She watched, a little impressed at his quick-thinking and use of his powers. Once he'd finished, she tried the door again, and amazingly, it opened! She grinned and slipped inside, descending down the stairs and peeking through another door out into the main hall of the theater. A few ushers patrolled the hallway, but when you were used to avoiding highly-trained black ops squads and the like, a few high schoolers weren't much to worry about.

She turned back to Reilly, and gave him a few incomprehensible hand signals that she obviously cribbed from the latest war movie she'd watched, and then slipped out into the hall.

He stood there dumbfounded for a moment as he tried to decipher her hand signals. Eventually, he decided it wasn't that important, and simply slipped out her behind her.

While she busied herself with avoiding the ushers he tried his best to find a film they might enjoy. Judging from the titles there was something historical and potentially boring, a romantic comedy, and-- Yogi Bear. Again. Maybe they should have stuck with the kids's movie after all.

She slipped behind a couple of the ushers, always staying just out of their range of view. A few seemed a bit perplexed by the crackling sound they couldn't quite locate, but even if they turned, she stayed right behind them. She ducked into the entrance to one of the theaters and turned to Reilly, pointing at the name of the movie playing above an adjacent theater and shrugging.

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