Who: Dick Grayson and Epiphany What: on patrol When: lattteee night. Where: the streets. Warning: IDK.
The night had been pretty uneventful. He hated to say it but maybe Steph was right about taking a few nights off. Then there was Clark who also had a point. The city was safe because of them. Crime rates were down, and people could walk the streets at night and be unafraid because of the consistent work of vigilantes like them. He was torn. Dick enjoyed being able to catch Saturday Night Live and still have time to order a pizza, but it was early. Morally he didn't feel like he'd quite earned his break. So he crouched ontop of a roof ledge in his black and blue colored suit and waited. He watched movement down in the streets, in dark buildings all around, he looked for anything out of place. It was the most uneventful Wednesday he'd had in a while, which in his line of work wasn't exactly a comfort. Dick wondered where everyone was.
"Come out come out where ever you are.." He murmured to himself as he finally began to stand in the shadows of his high up hiding place. 'Not even a cat in a tree.' Dick thought as he waited for the right shift in currents and took the opportunity to dive off the tallest point of that rooftop without fear and without any kind of harness. He had his ropes and that was all he needed. He wouldn't be pulling them till much, much later. The ground was still a good couple hundred feet below, and Dick liked the feeling of the wind in his dark hair. It made him forget everything. It was like he was on the traps again and didn't have a care in the world. Simpler times when he could just be Dick Grayson and forget everything that was upsetting and stressful. And then there was that rush. Like a dare devil felt when jumping ten busses on a tiny little motorcycle, Dick lived on it.
Finally when the ground started to come up on him, gracefully Dick pulled out his line and fed it to the corner of the next building to launch himself in the air again. He was on his way back to the complex. No use waiting around in the dark when he didn't even hear a thing on his police scanner. No robberies in progress, no fires, not that he wasn't thrilled that crime was down he was just bored. It wasn't long before he landed on the window ceil of his apartment on the top floor of the complex when he decided the night was too nice just to go inside. Instead he made his way up a few inches toward the roof and perched himself down on the ledge. The air was warm and the sky was clear. Nights like that, Lawrence almost seemed nice.