"I wasn't aware someone sent in backup..."
"Oracle's always watching. How you holding up?"

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Iraq
seen from India
seen from Malaysia
seen from Japan
seen from Malaysia

seen from Poland
seen from China
seen from China

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Brazil

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
"I wasn't aware someone sent in backup..."
"Oracle's always watching. How you holding up?"
"You're Black Widow, correct? I'm Black Canary, seems like we almost share a name."
"I suppose they are fairly similar. Is there something I can do for you?"
| Closed RP | Supersonicbirdcall |
It's late - early? - he doesn't know. But Robin is currently in the training area of the 'Cave in Mount Justice, whittling away slowly at his stamina. He'd messed up on their last mission. He'd almost gotten people killed and his killer conscience is currently nagging him to death with guilt. The boy doesn't know how to cope - not effectively anyway. Bruce didn't exactly serve as a great role model on the whole coping front, seeing as he was about as grudge holding as it came ( don't even get him started as how distant the man is most of the time), so he's opted to staying back late here at Mount Justice. Really, he's not sure if it's because he doesn't want to face Batman, or if he's too busy working himself to death that he can't find the time to make it home. Bruce has already pointed his location and confirmed his safety through call, and the man is willing to let the boy work out his issues tonight - so long as he stays where Bruce knows he's safe.
For once, Robin is intent on listening to him.
Perhaps it's because he messed up, or perhaps it's because he's definitely not planning on doing anything but working out on this pad with the audio code on lock. No one could stop the simulation - at least not one of his peers. It'd take a manual ovveride to hack the lock he's got on the simulation. The boy is clearly intent on not being interrupted among other things. One singular light is on - the one that lights up the pad he's on, and simulated baddies were making the boy jump, flip, kick, and batarang the sim. He's pulling out all his acrobatic skills for this - and it's clear by his flushed complexion that he's working himself hard, even if there's no one around to see it. He's counting on that, actually, with everyone else asleep at this hour.
+1
supersonicbirdcall
"Something you need?"
mermaidlostinreverie supersonicbirdcall thefairytalesavior crusher-to-justice sxrcasimqueen
[ Her back is to you, unaware you're even there as she dances along to the radio. ]
(10 words or less murderous rampage meme) "This isn't you, something's wrong. Calm down. Let me help."
Jason hesitated, slowly moving his sword away from her, letting her go. “I-This is me, I-” He cut himself off, his breath quickening as he backed away, panic slowly filling him.
▼ supersonicbirdcall
Black Canary! Hi!
+ supersonicbirdcall
Jason tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow in question. "Can I help you?"