Helena Rosa Bertinelli † H u n t r e s s (ex_bertinell875) wrote in parabolical, |
"I saw," was her simple reply. She leaned forward, pressing a little more weight on the foot she had propped up on the edge of the roof, while she observed the clown-masked thugs below. Something was definitely going on, but for all she knew they were going to go inside and play a few rounds of Texas Hold'em poker. There was really no telling from where they were....
It was time to take a closer look.
"Let's go," Huntress said, pulling the grappling gun out from beneath her cape; it wasn't hers, but it was something she was borrowing for the time being. Normally, she used her motorcycle to get around, but since this was something that required stealth, she needed something she could get around with, without letting the bad guys know she was coming from a mile away.
She aimed the gun a little lower than her specified target and pulled the trigger, which subsequently made her hand jerk back, while the tight wire cable sped towards its intended destination. In a matter of mere seconds, it had caught the edge of the rooftop across the street and she pulled it tight, making sure of its stability. After all, she didn't want to go 'splat' her first night out in Los Angeles.
That would've been embarrassing, especially with the mini-Bat in tow.
Determining it was safe to go, she leapt off the side and swung over to the next roof, her cape fanning out behind her.