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.]

Comments

[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.]

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

H-Hey!

[ Abby gives a startled squeak, pulling her cloud up higher into the scare when those pellets explode underneath her. Okay, now she's locking and loading, her finger tense at the trigger, eyes watching through the scope. ]

[slingshots]

[Sniper rifle? Not scary. Locked and loaded sniper rifle? ...Proceed with a touch more caution. So she keeps to her hiding spot, pulls out her communicator, and shoots off a quick message, private, to Abby's.]

loud night out tonight, huh?

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

[ Oh! Her comm beeps, and it makes her lower her gun-- teen girls, always distracted by text messages, etc.-- to check who's just pinged her. Hey, it's Robin! ]

are you around?
did you hear that? :((

[slingshots]

[That gets a grin. Priceless.]

you can't check texts in the middle of a battlefield, abby

[She'll give her a second to read that one before lobbing a flashbomb-batarang. There's nothing for her explosive pellets to explode against when Abby's as high as she is, but the flash will still work.

And there's no Tim around to frown at her for wasting supplies.]