Well, they have to meet sometime ;)
It had been their third Narcotics Anonymous meeting and Rose had told Roy she was going to walk home by herself. He didn't say anything at first and she reassured him that she'd see him in a half-hour.
She just needed the time to breathe and since she had just so happened to bring her katanas along with her, it felt fucking amazing to run along the rooftops, swishing her blades in the air. Besides, Roy didn't want her smoking in the car, anyways...
Rose triple somersaulted over a gap between roofs, gracefully landing on the cement rooftop on her feet, as Ravager always had. Had there been a crowd around, she probably would have bowed because that landing was fucking spot-on.
It was right about the time she would have bowed, that she saw a teen boy flying blithely through the air not 10 feet from where she stood. She snorted loudly and rolled her eye. "Fucking magic."