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Los Angeles come scam me please

WHO: Stephanie Brown and Brooklyn
WHERE: Out on the town or something
WHEN: At night!
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Steph pretends she isn't a kick-ass superhero and lets Brooklyn save the day, followed by waffles at 11
FORMAT: Prose before hoes

It was unusual for Steph to be out this late without her costume, but she had decided to take the night off.

For Stephanie taking the night off of course meant she carried her Batgirl suit in a backpack and occasionally eyed dark corners wistfully, but she wasn't going to put it on. Not really. Only if she absolutely had to. Tonight she was taking a break.

When she realized she was being followed by, of all things, a couple of tough looking boys in old hoodies, she just couldn't resist. She played innocent, wandered into a part of town a little less crowded than the rest. She heard one of them pull a knife behind her and grinned.

Another guy came out of an alley in front of her and she dropped the smile.

"You come through our territory you gotta pay the toll," he informed her, brandishing a small knife. She stifled a laugh. Did these guys have 'tough dude' meetings or something? Did they compare notes?

"I would, but I'm fresh out of cash," she lied with a small shrug. The boys bristled.

"You think this is funny?" Hilarious, she wanted to say, but instead she waited for them to make the first move. If anyone happened to see the fight that was sure to ensue, she wanted to be assured that she acted in self defense.

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The best thing about gliding over cities, instead of over the countryside and a castle— has to be the updrafts. Well, yeah, also the technology, the bikes, the food, the concerts, all that stuff. But besides that, definitely updrafts. So many flat, tall structures all crowded together makes for some seriously great air currents, and you hardly need to scale your way up the side of a building at all, unless you're taking off from the ground.

Brooklyn had been right in the middle of surfing the edge of a particularly good one when he darts a glance down and catches a familiar scene. Three guys and a pretty blonde girl caught in the middle? Come on, thugs could at least show some creativity. He dips a wing and swoops down, already forming a plan of action.

He catches one of the two thugs behind her with a bodily shove as he shoots past. Nothing too hard, just enough to send him sprawling. The knife skitters across the pavement as Brooklyn flares his wings and lands between the two remaining guys, eyes already glowing a fierce white.

"I'm pretty sure the lady said she's out of cash. How about a free pass for tonight?" It's out in a growl, low and menacing. Claws bared, stance low, tail thrashing. It's not a sight a lot of thugs feel like standing up to, especially with just two of them left on their feet.

The way the air whooshed behind her and the sudden thump of one body hitting another almost had her thinking Batman had decided to step in. The voice couldn't be more different, but it is familiar. What did he say his name was? Brooklyn?

"Yeah, what he said," she agreed, jerking her thumb behind her. The guy in front of her screamed like a little girl before turning and running. Someone must have been reading him his lines, because his tough guys routine definitely didn't come natural. She turned to thank Brooklyn (not that she had needed it, but it would be hard to explain that she was just messing around without letting the whole Batgirl thing slip) when she stopped short.

So that was how he came out of the sky. She couldn't help herself, she just gaped for a moment.

Well, that's that. He should probably head back into the sky to follow them for a while, make sure they don't try their trick on anyone else, but—

—But he's pretty sure he recognizes that voice. Oh, crap. He turns to face Steph, wondering silently why he couldn't have just looked a little closer before plopping himself down into plain sight, and tries a sheepish, nervous smile. Both hands lift in the universal gesture of 'I'm not planning to kill you, honest', his stance goes a little straighter and a little less animalistic. Not that that's saying much—Brooklyn never stands up too straight.

"Uh. Hey." Maybe she doesn't recognize his voice. Maybe.

"Uh." She made herself close her mouth. Come on Steph, rude much? "Thanks." So that explained pretty much everything that had been bothering her about their conversation. Not that any of it had bothered her enough to actually look into it. She flushed a little and rubbed her neck awkwardly.

"Sorry, you just caught me by surprise. Brooklyn, right?"

So much for that plan. But... hey, at least there's no screaming and running? Huntress had reacted pretty well, too. Maybe imPorts are just made of tougher stuff than the average New York citizen.

"...Yeah." Not really any point hiding it, right? He glances down at his own clawed hand, back up at her, and looks a little hesitantly hopeful. "Would you, uh, believe I found my power?"

A last ditch attempt. It's this or fess up, and he'd really enjoyed having people think he was as human as they were.

"I might have trouble believing you missed it," she laughed. Her hands went into her pockets as he shifted her weight. He almost looked like Kirk on one of his 'bad days', only in complete control of himself. It looked to her like it was something he was accustomed to, maybe even something he had from back home.

"But hey, you saved me. Can I thank you with waffles?" She was getting the hang of her powers, she thought, and was pleased to find that just offering didn't make them appear. It was all she really had to offer.

Wow, this is... going remarkably well. He's been offered waffles. No human has ever offered him waffles before (well, Elisa would, if she had a chance— but that doesn't count). He pauses, trying to work out what the right answer to that is before he realizes it's probably just the easiest one.

"Hey, sure." He looks a little easier, relaxing into his stance and finally lowering his hands. "Your power, right? I mean, you probably don't mean we just stroll into Denney's..." Not with him looking like this, at least. If there's a more Denney's-acceptable human version, he still hasn't found it.

"I'll have you know my magic waffles are more than capable of meeting Denney's exacting flavor standards," she informed him with a mock huff. As hilarious as it no doubt would have been for Steph to stroll into a Denney's with a - what was he, anyway? Bat thing? - she figured it would probably be easier for everyone involved if they just found a seat and magicked up their own waffles.

"Unless you're really craving toppings, I left those at home." Contrary to her wildest dreams, there just wasn't room in her utility belt for bottles of syrup.

"What kind of waffles come without syrup?" That with a smile, though, and he doesn't look all too worried about the syrup situation. Until he recalls just one more concern, and adds, "Mind if we move somewhere a little less, uh, conspicuous, though?"

Steph might be taking this really well, but Brooklyn isn't counting on a similar reaction from anyone else that happens to pass by them so far.

"The magic kind, it turns out." She laughed. She was actually pretty disappointed by the lack of accompanying syrup and other toppings-related powers. It was just one of life many little let-downs.

"Wherever you want," she agreed with a nod. "Where've you been hanging out, anyway?" That she hadn't seen him on the news meant that he must have found plenty of places to hide.

"Up there." One clawed finger points up skyward, even as he heads for the base of a fire escape. "It's what we did at home, too. No one ever really looks up."

He reaches the base of the fire escape, with the ladder about ten feet overhead and just out of reach, and pauses to glance back. "So, how are you with climbing?"

"Straight A's in gym class," she answered as she stretched her arms. She wasn't technically taking any gym classes this semester, but who was checking anyway?

"Give me a boost?"

He's... totally not brave enough to offer out his hand, or propose giving her a lift, or anything. She might not hate him, but she probably wouldn't like that. (Or maybe he's just super nervous around girls.) So instead:

"I'll do you one better." With one jump he catches ahold of the brick wall halfway up, claws digging in easily, and with a second jump he snags a perch midway up the ladder and rides it down. It lands with a clang, and he steps off with a grin and an after you gesture.

Steph took a step back while the ladder crashed to the ground. "Nice," she muttered, impressed. She wouldn't have been opposed to a more traditional lift, but that worked too. She hopped up onto the ladder and began climbing.

"Race you to the top!" She didn't think she could possibly win, but that wasn't the point.

"That doesn't exactly seem like an even match, but..." But if the lady insists. He watches her climb for a few seconds, until he's sure she's good enough that she won't fall and hurt herself when he's not looking, then springs up onto the wall.

He scales it easily, brick crumbling with every move, but he doesn't outpace her. He could, sure, but it seems like better manners to just climb evenly with her.

She snickered when she saw him keeping pace with her.

"If you're not careful I'm gonna beat you," she taunted, climbing as fast as she could. Her top speed wasn't much, but that was what grapnel guns were for.

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