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babsgordon
Oct. 9th, 2014 12:02 amOkay so doing patrol around the college campus when he should be studying for midterms, probably not the best use of his time, but then again Dick Grayson needed fresh air because really, the criminal law texts he had been trying to read were starting to look like his English lit paper. A few hours out shouldn't really be that big a deal, right? His grades were up so he could handle a few mistakes on the test.
He was halfway across campus, sticking to the rooftops easily hiding in the shadows when he noticed there was someone else there... Was that outfit with bat ears? The bat wasn't around, hadn't been since before he went into the system... what is one doing roaming campus?
Okay better yet? Who's the asshole that is following them. Dick moved across the roof of the social sciences building keeping them in sight. That's one thing he had learned early on when he took up a costume in Gotham. The people didn't care for them that much, no thanks to the thugs and criminals that had pretty much run the place before he was put in the orphanage after his parents were murdered.
He shook the thought out of his head, he didn't need to think of them right now. Instead he needed to make sure the 'kid' in the costume didn't get themselves killed. He was guessing that they had to be a teen or a young woman because of the build. More likely a woman with those boots...
He was halfway across campus, sticking to the rooftops easily hiding in the shadows when he noticed there was someone else there... Was that outfit with bat ears? The bat wasn't around, hadn't been since before he went into the system... what is one doing roaming campus?
Okay better yet? Who's the asshole that is following them. Dick moved across the roof of the social sciences building keeping them in sight. That's one thing he had learned early on when he took up a costume in Gotham. The people didn't care for them that much, no thanks to the thugs and criminals that had pretty much run the place before he was put in the orphanage after his parents were murdered.
He shook the thought out of his head, he didn't need to think of them right now. Instead he needed to make sure the 'kid' in the costume didn't get themselves killed. He was guessing that they had to be a teen or a young woman because of the build. More likely a woman with those boots...
