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

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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[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.]

[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?]

[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.]

[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.

[Charlie watched her crouching down, then looked out at the view. After a few seconds she laughed softly.]

I guess. I usually can't stand to just look at stuff. I mean, like, gardens and things? I can't imagine just wandering around staring at plants. Even the zoo gets boring really fast.

[And yet she was up here staring at the city. Man.]

[Opinion and current deviation noted. Not that she lets on.]

No, I meant-- [A vague gesture toward the aforementioned scene] See the under-lit pine, there? By the bridge. Always looked like the set for a horror movie to me. Figure the monster claws up from the sewer grate there-- half behind the tree, see-- and probably meets some jogger right at the edge of the bridge. And our hero-- [Another point, this time at a closed coffee shop past the perimeter of the park] Is grabbing a coffee right there.

[The redhead leaned forward some in her chair to pick out the spots Carrie was pointing at, and she was grinning by the end. It was actually pretty easy to picture, really, all the little details.]

But by the time he got from the coffee shop to there wouldn't the jogger already be eaten? Or maybe...

[She narrows her eyes and tugs her hand out from under the blanket, pointing.]

Like, if the monster is dragging the victim through that clearing there, nobody could really see it cause of the trees but the guy there, the hero, he could cause of that big street light in the way...

Yeah, see-- [There's a little grin of her own now.] I figure if he rushes, from when he first hears the scream, right-- he could make it. Action shot while the spud takes the far fence at a run and jumps it, a dart through the trees...

[She seems perfectly willing out outline the whole action sequence, from which branches their guy jumps onto (impossible to pick out from this distance and in this lighting; Charlie will just have to trust her that they're there) to how he ducks around the side of the bridge for a daring rescue.

Yeah. There's been some thought put into this.]

[Charlie can obviously picture this too, considering how good her imagination is. She'd imagined herself to be Batgirl for two months, after all! She seems to trace exactly where Carrie is pointing, and she can see it, and then she laughs and flops back in her chair.]

Now I wanna watch one of those awful sci-fi movies they have on every Friday...

[A little grin.]

Thanks.

[She waves off the thanks with an uncaring flap of her hand. That's not why she's here (that she'd admit to).]

Well-- got any time now? It's not Friday, but I been stocking up.

[Charlie thinks about it for a long time for her...so three or four seconds.]

Sure. But I gotta take the chair home and then take more of these stupid sneezing pills and stuff.

Which'll take, what, a couple seconds? [A cheery little grin.] Figure I can wait. You know where the Titans Tower is?

Oh man, at least twenty seconds.

[She grins.]

Yeah, I do. Except I don't think Tim ever actually got around to giving me security clearance and everybody gets annoyed when I bypass their security by existing...

[There's a tiny bit of wilting here at that, but she doesn't let the smile go entirely. Even if it's suddenly a little sad.]

Just me and Kory, now. Don't figure there's much of anyone left to mind.

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

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

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