She doesn’t know what the joke is. Figures it may have something to do with the high number of abnormally large birds present in Gotham. She hadn’t planned on it, honestly, didn’t even think about it when picking out a name–she loved birds, corvidae especially, Crow didn’t have the right ring to it, Raven sounded too my-daddy-hates-me-and-I’m-really-edgy, and, well…
Too much blood rushing to the head. Can’t think straight. She can only think she’s glad the mask has stayed in place despite being upside-down. She’s not too far gone yet, though, that she’s unable to appreciate the practiced ease with which he moves, and she really hopes that at some point she’ll get there.
“ Thanks, handsome–you drop me, I’m kicking your ass. “
Her tone is only half-kidding. Regardless, she knows he can probably kick her ass up and down the street. Twice. With both hands behind his back. She’s talented, but not that talented.
Huffing at how ridiculous this whole situation is and at the fact that this, of all things, is the way she meets a hero like Nightwing, Magpie reaches her hand out again to grasp his, and then lets go of her hookshot. Without the hold on it, the cable slackens, and she drops.
“Thanks for the heads up.”
It was obviously not a threat, he thought. Not a real one for all intents and purposes. It certainly didn’t sound like one to him. Still, it was very hard to know for sure what she was up to with that full-face mask on. He couldn’t tell whether she was distressed or grateful that he’s shown up at all. He couldn’t read her expressions and her voice wasn’t telling him much either. She didn’t sound exactly comfortable in the whole situation but honestly, who would?
The optimist in Dick decided to cut her some slack, at least for now. Everyone is innocent until proven guilty. Sure she looked a bit shady in that costume but he couldn’t hold it against her. Not the masked guy in the black and blue suit. Definitely not the guy who was raised and trained by that other guy who dresses up like a bat. You can’t get shadier than that.
Dick felt her weight once she let go of the hookshot and promptly tightened his grip on her wrist. Then, using his feet to get some impulse, he swung away from the building just enough to give her some room to move back into a more comfortable position and let gravity do its work.
“Gotcha!” He shouted rather enthusiastically as they both swung through the air. The cool night breeze blowing softly through his dark hair while he kept one hand firm on his own swing line and the other still around her wrist.
It wasn’t a real question, though. He intended to drop her at the next rooftop. It wasn’t too far away from them and shouldn’t be too hard for the girl to land safely on her feet. But that didn’t keep him from asking anyway.
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