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capeandcowllogs2012-08-15 07:37 pm
undeadsidekick) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-08-15 07:37 pm
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hello, I'm sorry I lost myself
WHO: Jason Todd and Max Gibson
WHERE: Lower Manhattan. Somewhere around Chinatown where it's nice and cramped.
WHEN: August 15th, the wee hours of the morning.
WARNINGS: Language and some mild violence, maybe? Nothing too major.
SUMMARY: A Red Hood meets a Batwoman! This will end well! (Or not.)
FORMAT: Para to start and then whatever!
It was raining when Jason left his apartment in the evening. It continued raining all night, through three drops, one altercation with a rent-a-cop who couldn't mind his own damn business, and one run in with a crazy hobo, after which he felt the need to have a smoke and try to cover the scent of garbage and train station with the smell of ash and nicotine. The rain ended up foiling his plans, but despite butting an over all gloomy and foreboding aura over the night, and his tiny section of an even tinier island, it hadn't done much to really ruin his plans.
Two AM came and went with nothing major, three was rapidly approaching, and with no signs that anything too crazy would be going down before sunrise, he was about ready to pack it in. Carefully, or rather, with more care than he'd usually take with it, he secured a zip line down to street level from the rooftop he'd been perched on for the better part of an hour. He felt like a wet rat anyway, and his jacket was probably ruined. The traction of the tether on his gloves was off as he slid. Oh well, at least fiberglass was waterproof.
WHERE: Lower Manhattan. Somewhere around Chinatown where it's nice and cramped.
WHEN: August 15th, the wee hours of the morning.
WARNINGS: Language and some mild violence, maybe? Nothing too major.
SUMMARY: A Red Hood meets a Batwoman! This will end well! (Or not.)
FORMAT: Para to start and then whatever!
It was raining when Jason left his apartment in the evening. It continued raining all night, through three drops, one altercation with a rent-a-cop who couldn't mind his own damn business, and one run in with a crazy hobo, after which he felt the need to have a smoke and try to cover the scent of garbage and train station with the smell of ash and nicotine. The rain ended up foiling his plans, but despite butting an over all gloomy and foreboding aura over the night, and his tiny section of an even tinier island, it hadn't done much to really ruin his plans.
Two AM came and went with nothing major, three was rapidly approaching, and with no signs that anything too crazy would be going down before sunrise, he was about ready to pack it in. Carefully, or rather, with more care than he'd usually take with it, he secured a zip line down to street level from the rooftop he'd been perched on for the better part of an hour. He felt like a wet rat anyway, and his jacket was probably ruined. The traction of the tether on his gloves was off as he slid. Oh well, at least fiberglass was waterproof.
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She managed to keep her grimace mostly down, going for neutrally professional and probably mostly sort of succeeding. "Batwoman, actually. You are?"
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There wasn't any sense getting to know her. He'd seen two people using the Batwoman moniker on the network, and anything he needed to know could probably be learned from there while he wasn't dripping wet and in danger of contracting a summer cold. That was a redundant term, summer cold. It still didn't seem pleasant. "You were, too, if I remember right."
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"I don't even get an alias?"