It was weird and inconvenient to have to go do something like pick Batarangs up in large numbers, not just slip behind a clock and down a set of stairs and find a workplace in which you could do nearly anything you cared to try. Normally the suit could be given anything it needed there, with the reassurance that he'd be back in another two or four or six or twelve hours and only a few minutes away just in case something else was needed, or something was used. But he didn't have that here, so he would have to do something else. Find some other way. Which lead to this. Flying around to get his Batarangs, which he hoped would be what he needed and he hoped would have the proper structural integrity, or at least that the process could be altered to give him what he needed-
But in the mean time. Flying off to get his Batarangs.
He didn't even have the Batmobile here, he'd just have to carry them, so if Pokey really had made a gross it could get amazingly awkward. There would be Batman, flying around the city with a sack, as he highly doubted he could fit 144 new Batarangs into wherever the suit kept the things. That would look weird. That would look, his imagination helpfully supplied, as though Batman had decided to start hitting up jewelry stores after deciding that the hero biz wasn't profitable enough to keep his attention.
Terry sighed slightly to himself and missed home.
But it didn't matter. Never mind.
It was hard recharging his suit here, harder than it was at home, so Terry glided without additional thrust whenever he could - more so even than usual, and he tried not to rely too heavily on them even at home - and went easy on his stealth option - not that he expected to need it tonight.
He hoped.
But the lack of thrusters made him difficult to hear and the dark made him difficult to see, with or without the red of the bat on his chest and his wings. Pokey may or may not have noticed his approach, but the money was on 'no.' Not until Terry dropped onto a short wall just in front of the address that Pokey had given. His wings flicked back into his costume just as silently as the rest of the procedure had been.
pst, hey, your text isn't cut. Also do you have aim?
But in the mean time. Flying off to get his Batarangs.
He didn't even have the Batmobile here, he'd just have to carry them, so if Pokey really had made a gross it could get amazingly awkward. There would be Batman, flying around the city with a sack, as he highly doubted he could fit 144 new Batarangs into wherever the suit kept the things. That would look weird. That would look, his imagination helpfully supplied, as though Batman had decided to start hitting up jewelry stores after deciding that the hero biz wasn't profitable enough to keep his attention.
Terry sighed slightly to himself and missed home.
But it didn't matter. Never mind.
It was hard recharging his suit here, harder than it was at home, so Terry glided without additional thrust whenever he could - more so even than usual, and he tried not to rely too heavily on them even at home - and went easy on his stealth option - not that he expected to need it tonight.
He hoped.
But the lack of thrusters made him difficult to hear and the dark made him difficult to see, with or without the red of the bat on his chest and his wings. Pokey may or may not have noticed his approach, but the money was on 'no.' Not until Terry dropped onto a short wall just in front of the address that Pokey had given. His wings flicked back into his costume just as silently as the rest of the procedure had been.
"Hey."