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WHERE: Reilly's apartment
WHEN: Monday night
WARNINGS: Probably none!
SUMMARY: Cass comes by to see Reilly, but he's not at home. May is, however.
FORMAT: whatever
Cass quickly scaled the side of Reilly's apartment building. She'd been in the neighborhood, and a quick stop by to see her boyfriend and ask him if he wanted to patrol together seemed like a good start to the evening. She could also show off a slightly modified version of her usual costume: the black bodysuit remained the same, but she'd finally felt comfortable enough to put the bat symbol on her chest. The cape was long and tattered, the handiwork of her younger self. Reaching his window, she tapped lightly and waited. No response. She tapped harder, but still no sign of Reilly. So she quickly picked the lock, and slipped inside.
He obviously wasn't in his room--and he'd probably have a heart attack if he knew she was in there without him--so she crept quietly toward the door. "Reilly?" she called out timidly as she cracked the door open.
secondhandwebs and batghoulWHERE: Reilly's apartment
WHEN: Monday night
WARNINGS: Probably none!
SUMMARY: Cass comes by to see Reilly, but he's not at home. May is, however.
FORMAT: whatever
Cass quickly scaled the side of Reilly's apartment building. She'd been in the neighborhood, and a quick stop by to see her boyfriend and ask him if he wanted to patrol together seemed like a good start to the evening. She could also show off a slightly modified version of her usual costume: the black bodysuit remained the same, but she'd finally felt comfortable enough to put the bat symbol on her chest. The cape was long and tattered, the handiwork of her younger self. Reaching his window, she tapped lightly and waited. No response. She tapped harder, but still no sign of Reilly. So she quickly picked the lock, and slipped inside.
He obviously wasn't in his room--and he'd probably have a heart attack if he knew she was in there without him--so she crept quietly toward the door. "Reilly?" she called out timidly as she cracked the door open.