[ Robin's been listening to the check-ins of Batman, Incorporated for the past half-hour.
'Sector five, clear!' Don't be so peppy, Grayson.
'Sector ten, clear.' Shut up, Drake.
'Sector one, clear--!' Are you sure about that, Brown?
'Sector eight. Clear.' He trusts your judgment, Cain.
'Sector two, all quiet on the homefront.' Who the hell invited you, Todd?
And on, and on, as the night starts to wrap up. It's been slow, especially with him being delegated to the quieter areas (for his own 'safety'). Damian's just about to call it in to Oracle and turn back when she suddenly pushes an alert to his visual interface.
'I'm on it.'
Some kind of metahuman outbreak. Details are minimal, but it sounds like a third-tier villain is targeting the bridge again. Easy, but it's something; Damian is quick to swing his way through the city, gunning for the bridge just a few blocks away, when he hears the hum of a familiar piece of rocket-powered equipment come sidling up next to him mid-jump. ]
Temper. [ Purely professional acknowledgment, as is standard for the young vigilante when he's on duty; he lets his para-cape out so he can glide along, darting a casual look at the other crime-fighter. ] There's a call-in at the bridge. Let me guess - that's where you're heading?
no subject
'Sector five, clear!' Don't be so peppy, Grayson.
'Sector ten, clear.' Shut up, Drake.
'Sector one, clear--!' Are you sure about that, Brown?
'Sector eight. Clear.' He trusts your judgment, Cain.
'Sector two, all quiet on the homefront.' Who the hell invited you, Todd?
And on, and on, as the night starts to wrap up. It's been slow, especially with him being delegated to the quieter areas (for his own 'safety'). Damian's just about to call it in to Oracle and turn back when she suddenly pushes an alert to his visual interface.
'I'm on it.'
Some kind of metahuman outbreak. Details are minimal, but it sounds like a third-tier villain is targeting the bridge again. Easy, but it's something; Damian is quick to swing his way through the city, gunning for the bridge just a few blocks away, when he hears the hum of a familiar piece of rocket-powered equipment come sidling up next to him mid-jump. ]
Temper. [ Purely professional acknowledgment, as is standard for the young vigilante when he's on duty; he lets his para-cape out so he can glide along, darting a casual look at the other crime-fighter. ] There's a call-in at the bridge. Let me guess - that's where you're heading?