if you stand and reach your arms out wide, close your eyes and try to fly

[slingshots]

WHO: Robin and YOOOOUUU. yeah. yeah, it's one of those logs.
WHERE: Anywhere in the City!
WHEN: Now? A week ago? Three days from now? WHATEVER MAN WHATEVER. At night, unless you specify otherwise!
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Open like a ribcage during open heart surgery, baby.
FORMAT: quicklog is preferred! but if you're married to prose, i can work with it. (oh no wait there IS a warning: TAGS ARE GOING TO BE PRETTY SLOW FOR A COUPLE DAYS, I just wanted to get this thing up!)

[Carrie's gone long enough putting off pulling on the cape. She's missed enough patrols and spent long enough skulking around Terry's apartment watching old nature show programs. So for what feels like the first time in about a month, Robin's out again. Personal problems, insecurities, general guilt? She knows exactly how Bats are supposed to deal with those. Time to man up (Robin up?) and start the avoidance process!

So she could be putting to use her newest learned martial arts technique on some purse snatcher; she might be a fluttering glimpse of yellow above a streetlamp-lit street; feel eyes on you? Yeah. Could be her. Stalking. She might even be taking a quick break in a perch under the eaves of a building, if you catch her late enough into her patrol.]

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tuesday, MAN.

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

[ Holding a hefty bag of quickly chilling Chinese takeout (Winter, his arch-nemesis), Thomas is heading down one of those streets to his loft—great housing but shitty neighborhood, go figure—prime focus in his mind to get home, get food, get warm and get the Discovery turned on to blasting.

The game of idly scanning the skyline for the capes is occupying his comfortably blank mind as he takes each step, not exactly expecting Batman or somebody to pop out of a roof vent or anything in the process. Yet, a sudden bolt of yellow darts in the corner of his eye—he turns, curious. The street is empty enough for him to yell: ]

Anybody there?

[slingshots]

[He'd gotten the same cursory glance that everyone else out this late usually got-- at first. But right after she hits the top of the next building and darts out of sight she goes for a double take, pushing it from a glance to a curious peer around the wing of a gargoyle.

Oh. Hey. Him.

She's physically incapable of stopping thoughts of mischief, so with a smothered grin she keeps silent and still. No one here but us stone gargoyles, mister.]

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

[ The ensuing silence annoys Thomas; no, no, he's fairly sure that there definitely was something up there, probably still is, too. Who tries to be stealthy in bright yellow, anyway? Oh, right. His old costume. Goddamn. He raises his voice, taking an irritated inflection. ]

Don't make me come up there!

[slingshots]

[She's still and quiet a while longer, simply watching. But eventually there's a subtle shift as she pulls out her slingshot, fits a (non explosive) pellet to the pouch, and sends it thwapping into a wall opposite from Thomas of where she crouches. Gee, better look over there.]

NOW @ night just fyi i forgot...

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

[ There is an Abby sailing over the rooftops on a cozy little puff of cloud, on her way back from practicing at the shooting range with her heavy-duty sniper rifle slung over her shoulder. She's just swooping over some apartment buildings when she catches a glimpse of yellow and red below her, 'lo and behold!

An ImPort? Huh.

She steers her cloud-mobile in closer, calling out: ]

Hello down there?

[slingshots]

[Oh, now there's a mode of transport that she can't possibly forget. She grins a little, but keeps low to the shadow she's just ducked into. It's too easy to just hop out and immediately surrender yourself-- that's no fun at all.

So, after a couple seconds of thought, she slips an explosive pellet from a pouch and fits it to the pocket of her slingshot. Careful, Abby! Here be tiny explosions. Or, more specifically, against the side of that old bank Abby just passed be tiny explosions.]

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

Whoa!

[ The cloud swerves off from where the explosions are before circling back around.Some pretty handy navigational skills there! But, now Abby's got her sniper rifle out of its case, lifted and aimed-- only to use the scope though, for now. ]

Wh-- Who's there? I... I'm armed! Just so you know!

[slingshots]

[Pff, a giant sniper rifle. It'd take more than that to put Carrie off a good prank. She darts away from her current shadow, taking care to keep the flickering yellow cape out of the light, and ducks into cover a good distance from her first post. A better angle to send out a couple more pellets. These hit the roof under Abby (far enough away not to be a threat, of course, but close enough to look pretty much entirely unlike an accident), going off with little firecracker pops.]

Let's say...Wed night? So two nights after Charlie got shot.

[foreverbouncing]

[Charlie sat in the middle of the random roof on big poofy living room chair she had bounced with her, her legs pulled up under her and wrapped under a fuzzy blanket. She was no where near Oracle's...that had sort of been the point. After two days of everyone, well...checking up on her constantly...she'd needed to be anywhere else. And she couldn't go see Josh, he was just as bad.]

[So she had grabbed a chair and a blanket and a book and bounced somewhere they wouldn't, in theory, go looking for her. Of course, it was a bit too dark to read so the book was just sitting on the arm of the chair as she stared up at the stars and listened to the city. She'd been there an hour or so...probably the longest she had sat still in weeks.]

[slingshots]

[She'd seen the post, of course. She'd seen it, she'd remembered way too clearly her own similar sort of situation, and she'd refrained from repeating any of the panicked calls like she'd felt the impulse to. Either Charlie was okay, or she'd... well, come back again.

Carrie's glad to see it's at least partially the former.

She hits the roof lightly behind her, the slight noise her first so far and entirely intentional. She doesn't say anything, but heads over with a casual air. What, don't people usually run into each other on rooftops?]

[foreverbouncing]

[Charlie tensed when she heard a weight hitting the rooftop, shifting faintly in her chair, prepared to bounce home...until she saw who it was. Damn it. She smiled weakly at the Robin and then tugged her hand out from under her blanket to wave.]

[slingshots]

[The Robin offers a little half a smile back, careful to keep anything like pity out of it. Not even sympathy. This is a casual meeting, there's no need for any of that.]

Hey.

[She drops to a comfortable crouch beside the chair, arms draped over her knees and eyes on the view.]

Good pick. Park always looks keen from here.

random night.....

[curses]

[Bellatrix is looking for unsuspecting victims taking a walk. Her strides are purposeful, but she doesn't really have anywhere to go. When she catches a glimpse of yellow, she immediately draws out her wand, eyes darting around the street.]

Show yourself.

[slingshots]

[Oh, caught. Damn. She'd been hoping she could at least squeeze five minutes more out of it, maybe see where Bellatrix was headed...

Oh, well. You work with what you've got. She doesn't step out from her handy puddle of shadow just around the side of a building, but she's close enough to be heard clearly.]

Table's fine, actually. Thanks for asking.

[curses]

[Her posture relaxes ever-so-slightly. An untrained eye wouldn't notice it.]

Table? [A beat.] ...The dog isn't dead yet?

[slingshots]

[Good thing this eye is trained, even if the angle's a little awkward and a touch precarious.]

Nope. Got himself a friend, too. [Now she steps out, a ledge above street level, yellow cape sticking out in the darkness like a bemused party clown in a funeral procession.] Terror the terrier and Table the ex-table. Good combo, huh?

Tonight! As in RIGHT NOW!

[blondevigilante]

[Steph's pulling on her cowl and sneaking around all those places your mother warned you about going near. She's out to find who shot Charlie, so cue the serious face.

Damn, it's like she has a Robin sense, because she just knows one is around, although with Damian gone and Tim missing there's only one Robin around and she's never met the kid.]

[slingshots]

[At first she'd thought it was-- well. Tim. Not broad enough to be Batman. The cape means it's not Terry-Batman. There just weren't many options left. But that was just on first glance, and she only has to change course and dart along behind for a second before she notices a few more curves than Tim had had.

So that just means it's the Bat that she hadn't actually talked to yet. Seen on the network, glimpsed at the Christmas party, yes. Met? ...It was on her to-do list. So she follows, starting and leaping through the shadows like someone with a death wish. Or at least a density-lightening power.]

[blondevigilante]

[Steph had spent many nights stalking Tim and Bruce; she knew when she was being followed, but it was alright as it meant she could lead this game to a location she was more comfortable with.

She stops near a rooftop water tank using the shadows to hid. Interesting how she doesn't realize just how well she's hiding even for a Bat. Standing still she becomes the shadow, but still able to see her little stalker]

[slingshots]

[...Oh. Well, there's only one thing a disappearing act that thorough means. She'd known Robin was there, and this was the area she'd picked to -- to, what, lose the tail? Call a confrontation? Probably not to attack, considering she hadn't heard anything about red kryptonite in the area lately...

There's one more gravity-defying leap that lands her, coincidentally, atop that very water tank. It's in plain sight, yeah, but the gig's as good as up anyway. She peers around, wondering which option it'd be.]

Late Thursday night? :3

[tinybutdeadly]

[While there's a Robin perching, there's a Toph stopping some guys from holding up a couple in an alley close by.

Funny how overconfident doodz can get when their opponent is a small girl who looks to be blind. Funnier still when she knocks the guns out of their hands with a few well-placed flying bricks and then sinks them to their necks in solid pavement.]

[slingshots]

[She'd been startled out of her perch by a shout and on her way to intercept that mugging herself, but the sight that appears around the edge of the roof of her building isn't quite the helpless victims she'd expected.

So she watches. Settles down on the edge with her arms around her knees and looks short of a tub of popcorn. And when Toph's done, after the nervous couple has fled, she can't help a grin.]

So... just gonna leave 'em, or what?

[tinybutdeadly]

[When most people would probably jump in surprise, Toph just shrugged. She'd felt that there was something living up there, so a comment wasn't entirely unexpected.]

Eh, haven't decided. Sometimes I stick them to the side of the police station, but they yelled at me for that once.

[slingshots]

Gee, wonder why.

[Still, that's... a pretty awesome visual. Muggers stuck in the building of the police station. Heh.]

Don't figure they much appreciate chipping 'em out with jackhammers.

YESTERDAY NIGHT. YOU KNOW. THE NIGHT THAT'S NOT V-DAY.

[unhands.livejournal.com]

[ this guy? is just taking a walk. now that he has his hands again (which he couldn't believe), he's found less reason to just skulk up and hide away at the Institute. though that doesn't really explain why he's taking the back streets. he's pretty normal looking though -- some good-looking teenage kid walking around like he has not the care in the world.

except that last part would be wrong. whatever.

just get away from all that X-Men crap and dealing with Santo and them and figure out what the hell he was gonna do here. this placed sucked majorly. (though he had no right to complain.)

it didn't help what the day was tomorrow either. ]