WHO:Gwen Oracle (narrative, or open to anyone if they feel like dropping in) and Robin WHAT: Stretching her legs, mask style WHERE: A rooftop! With some vague references to running around the city WHEN: Backdated to late last night? Trying to squeeze it in before plot start XD WARNINGS: None!
Oracle wore black as she stood at the top of the roof.
She wasn't sure she should be out there. She sparred with Laura often, threw herself into her practices to help channel out her frustrations and anger, and still remembered all her old training from back in New York. But it still didn't take away from the fact that she knew this city better from behind a computer screen. She knew the dangers but from a distance. She let others experience it first hand. She wasn't used to doing this in this way.
Yet she knew she had to try it. Just once. Just to be sure. She couldn't just slip back into the role she used to occupy fully, not without knowing the alternative. She couldn't sit and listen to everyone work and move and wonder if she made the right decision to go back and sit at the sidelines. So after waiting out a few hours, to make sure it wasn't a fluke and that the birds had actually stopped, she went out for a patrol.
She was covering Quinn's old beat, so it seemed fitting to be wearing some of her gear. The mask was the one they built together, the same video feeds at the eyes though she pulled off the mouth covering that the younger woman preferred to keep on. Gwen was much more of a talker, and though she kept her comm on but silent, she liked having the option. The suit had been a prototype that had still been too big for the younger girl and they always meant to trim down, but for now she was glad that they had left it alone. Gloves, boots, Quinn's grappling gun at her hip, she looked the part when she left her apartment and when she hit the street she did her best to play the part nicely.
Hours later and two calls for police pickup, she was still exhilarated. Exhausted, bruised and sore, with a shallow cut on her arm that stung with every movement, but it still felt good. She could see exactly the thrill of it, to know it, not just imagined what it felt like for most of the masks in town.
And yet, as she stood on the roof, she knew it wasn't for her. Not anymore. Even through her patrol she found herself wondering about other things, dead zones where comms had trouble and cells were useless, areas of shadowy activity that were too far from the city camera range really see what was going on.
In her off moments, her mind wandered to plans and strategy, to gadgets and gear, and after her long night she realized that was what she wanted to get back to. She liked having the option to go out herself, and she wouldn't rule out that she would come back to this. She liked having options. Still, she couldn't wait to go back to what she knew.
With her mind made up, she glanced down at her watch and saw she had a little while before she had to go home and catch the sunrise. She looked around from her high vantage point, then did a scan to make sure there wasn't anything she should be aware nearby, settled against the wall to catch her breath after a long night.