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

[slingshots]

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.]

[foreverbouncing]

[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.

[slingshots]

[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.

[foreverbouncing]

[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.

[slingshots]

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

[foreverbouncing]

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...

[slingshots]

[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.