#dc:starter

[gotham-robin-blog]

“...18...”

[gotham-robin-blog]

School the past week had been torture but Janet felt amazing tonight. She felt energized and like she had an extra dose of adrenaline as her foot whipped up and slammed a robbers jaw shut mid threat. Another was already on the ground, knee fractured from another forceful kick. Janet flipped back onto her hands, cartwheeling away from the slash of a pocket knife, catching it with the toe of her boot and watching it twirl to the sidewalk. With a deep breath, the blonde took a few starting steps back, ready to try something she'd only done in training with her mother. She bolted forward and bounced on her hands, pushing herself up, letting the back of her knees catch the crook's shoulders. She tightened her core as she sat herself up, feeling the guys weight stumble around at the surprise of her presence, using it to her advantage. She twisted herself around, feeling them fall into the street and crossed her ankles against his chest, thighs squeezing. Her hip had taken the brunt of her fall and she expected a dark bruise to form there later. A few moments later, the man had stopped struggling and passed out. Janet wiggled herself away and stood up. She adjusted her mask as she pulled out two zip ties from her utility belt and made a point to secure their hands behind their backs for when the police actually arrived. She rubbed her hip as she walked over to the three duffle bags discarded next to a few trash cans. She picked them up and put them over her shoulders, intending to take whatever they stole to the police herself rather than leaving it for some other criminal to take while she waited on the police for her 'victims'.

[avitaroseah]

Sandrin ran a brush through her hair, getting out the last knot in a wave on her shoulder. She was going on patrol and needed to keep the Wonder Woman image up. She always tried to keep as close to her mothers look from her reign. She wasn't masked, so the best she could do was fluff up her hair so when she flipped or turn it could hide her face but not block her view too much. She put her brush down and slid the tiara on her forehead, centering. She stood up from her vanity and adjusted her armor. She put her boots on and hooked her lasso to her belt. She left her room in the station, adjusting her bracelets as she walked to the teleporter, ready to go on patrol in DC.

[gotham-robin-blog]

Janet hated school. That was a lie. She didn't mind school. She just hated the majority of the people in it. Private school was full of elitist jerks who only cared about popularity and partying and spending their parents money on stupid things. While she use to do exactly that, she'd moved away from bingers and nights of random makeouts into a world of justice and nights of random ass kicking. Though, people just thought she got boring for not going, even if she was still fun. So it made school a bit awkward having to deny parties with lies to hide her missions with the Titans or patrolling with Terry or Damian. Needless to say, the first day back was awful. She hated the uniform and the questions and the pressure to join stupid high school cheer teams or the newspaper. All Janet wanted to do now was kick off her shoes and neglect her homework. But she sat on the brick wall next to the front steps, waiting for her ride.

[theotherxbatman-blog]

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Terry: don't get me wrong the suit is beyond amazing but it is really hard to pee with this thing on

Terry: flying makes up for it though

[avitaroseah]

Sandrin kicked the head off of the training dummy, wiping the sweat off of her brow. She'd been spending quite a bit of time there, trying to let her frustration out on things instead of people. She pulled her sweatshirt across the room and cracked her neck before punching her fists at lightning speed at another dummy, letting it splinter under her knuckles.

[gotham-robin-blog]

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Janet: Quick, help me create a plan to survive Senior year!

[manxfsteelx-blog]

“That was it. That was the footlong sandwich and fries. I’d appreciate it if you could stop staring at me like I have a bottom less pit in my stomach. I was hungry.”