"you ok?" (From dick, who probably spent a whole five minutes trying to get up to whatever nigh unclimbable perch she flew up to)
send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night. — not accepting
Shayera is snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of a small voice, and she looks down to find an all too familiar face peering back up at her, domino mask and all. How the kid had managed to climb almost three-fourths of the way up a radio tower was anyone’s guess. She shifts her weight slightly in order to keep her balance when the structure sways in the wind. “Fine,” she calls back with a smile. “Just people watching.” To most, from this height, those wandering the streets below are little more than specks on the ground. But to her keen vision? She can see them all clear as day.
Her wings flare slightly and the muscles in her legs coil, preparing to take off. She glances at Robin again and tilts her head. “Why don’t I fly you down before you fall? Batman wouldn’t be too happy with me if I let something like that happen.” They can talk better on a rooftop, anyway.
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