[ Oracle's on him. Flashing through every camera she can, directing him closer and closer-- there, a shadow, left down this alley, Robin. His tires squeal through the tight turns and veering path, until Oracle's directions break off with a sigh.
Lost him. ]
Lost him?
[ It's almost a snarl. He's dead-ended, no leads on surveillance, and the engine hums, idle, as he rolls to a stop. It's been a while since he was out, solo, and the openness pricks at him in something like nervousness, if it hadn't been stamped out of him long ago. Dragging the helmet off, he swings off the bike, cutting the engine and parking it at the curb.
He's not usually out here during the day, either. Near-day. They do their work at night, when shadows offer better cover. His mouth twists, peering around, scanning the rooftops. ]
Last known location is in this area, though. Correct?
[ Correct. But he could have gone in any direction. He barks out a call, anyway: ]
no subject
Lost him. ]
Lost him?
[ It's almost a snarl. He's dead-ended, no leads on surveillance, and the engine hums, idle, as he rolls to a stop. It's been a while since he was out, solo, and the openness pricks at him in something like nervousness, if it hadn't been stamped out of him long ago. Dragging the helmet off, he swings off the bike, cutting the engine and parking it at the curb.
He's not usually out here during the day, either. Near-day. They do their work at night, when shadows offer better cover. His mouth twists, peering around, scanning the rooftops. ]
Last known location is in this area, though. Correct?
[ Correct. But he could have gone in any direction. He barks out a call, anyway: ]
Richard!