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?

NOW @ night just fyi i forgot...

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[ 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]

[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.]

[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.]

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.

[foreverbouncing]

[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.]

[slingshots]

[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.

[foreverbouncing]

[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...

[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.]

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]

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.]

[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?

[curses]

[So conspicuous, Carrie.] One dog isn't enough for you?

[slingshots]

[Perfectly natural! So natural that she'll just take a seat on this ledge here and enjoy the vantage.]

S'not my dog. A friend's. Popped up on the network a couple weeks back, maybe you saw. He had a butt. [a pause, slightly thoughtful] I'm talking the dog, not the friend.

[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. ]

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.]

[curses]

[Bella isn't intimidated at all.]

Right. [She tilts her head.] What are you doing out so late? Hoping to catch some criminals in action?

[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?

[slingshots]

Mostly, yeah. [the most charming of smiles!] Wanna lend a hand and try slamming a bank?