[Teenage vigilante Temper isn't known for his solo work, but his partner Tinker, contrary to popular (and by popular we mean private) belief, can't do everything. Not at once, anyway. After the fireworks last week when they took on Clayface, the big 'bots need maintenance, the city needs watching as they rebuild the block, and Dave needs something to do before he breaks something. So, after about an hour of wheedling in the form of "nah I don't care" "Great, then you don't need to go," Dirk's let his kid brother out on patrol. Temper's under strict orders to report in if he comes up against anything bigger than a carjacker, of course, and he's probably wearing about thirteen different trackers because Dirk is a paranoid son of a fuck, but that's about par for the course. It's nice to know he cares.
He's cruising along in stealth mode, humming lyrics to himself under his breath, when his police scanner crackles. After a pause to listen, he turns his rocketboard around and jets bridgewards. It doesn't sound serious enough (yet) to get Dirk's panties in a knot (and he knows Tinker's listening to the same feed anyhow), and besides--
--it looks like he's already got backup.
He slows his roll for a moment to keep pace beside Gotham's Boy Wonder.]
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He's cruising along in stealth mode, humming lyrics to himself under his breath, when his police scanner crackles. After a pause to listen, he turns his rocketboard around and jets bridgewards. It doesn't sound serious enough (yet) to get Dirk's panties in a knot (and he knows Tinker's listening to the same feed anyhow), and besides--
--it looks like he's already got backup.
He slows his roll for a moment to keep pace beside Gotham's Boy Wonder.]
Hey, Rob. What's up?