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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.
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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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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.