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[gclems]

     colin puts his chin on his folded arms and blinks tiredly.  “ so --- you’re gonna have to dumb it down for me just a little bit.  what’s going on ?? ”

[haljordaninc]

Hal never liked Gotham much, he always found it ridden with criminals who were too easy to take down, but since he heard about the super pill he decided it would be a great time to visit some old friends. After stopping by his old pal Oliver Queens place he started back to the loft he rented for his duration of his stay when he bumped into someone. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” He said before looking up at them.

[wondrousgirl]

“I don’t care what anyone says,” Cassie stated with complete conviction. “Wonder Woman could kick any man’s butt, any day. Those who say otherwise are just being naive.” 

[stvrbclts-blog]

“ i will say something for this city--it is quite resilient. ” on tamaran, cities such as gotham would have been obliterated by the naval forces a long time ago to weed out seedy and unpleasant activities. there were, of course, underhanded doings on her home planet, but nothing of such magnitude and reputation as the home of the bat. “ and the music of their clubs is quite... well-rhythmed. ”

[magnctics]

“ note to self, don’t ever go to work on three hours of sleep and no coffee ever again. ” lydia mutters a few choice words under her breath and reaches for the door just as someone else exists, stopping short as the door collides with her shoulder and the stranger keeps walking, oblivious and ignorant. “ you’re welcome. ” it’s a boring quip, but also all she can manage on such limited brain power. 

[acrobcts-a]

feet carry dick silently over the rusting metal of a scant balcony.  he’s settled in bludhaven for now, but itchy feet always bring him back to gotham eventually.  if only for a moment.  and he knows gotham like the back of his hand.  he barely bothers to look as he reaches the end of the railing.  on the last step, he bends his knees to get a better trajectory for the next jump.  like a carefully practiced act from the circus, dick’s fingers find the barely there lip of a window sill on the next building.  

a slight huff of exertion follows as he pushes himself up.  feet touch the sill for the barest of moments before he’s launching himself towards the roof.  one, two, three long strides take him across the whole length of the roof, and he leaps from the top.  there are no nets in gotham, nothing to stop his fall, but dick has always been one to make a plan on the way down anyway. 

and there it is, the fire escape that’s been there for decades now.  his fingers catch the last rung of the ladder where it hangs down from two stories high.  a quick swing, and dick tucks his knees up towards his chest.  a single flip and he lands with a barely audible noise.

after all these years, dick’s still high on the feeling of near-flight.  he straightens up, looks at the companion he landed beside.  

“ so what’s on the agenda for tonight ??  nightwing at your service. ”  it’s impossible to tell where from on such a tight costume, but dick pulls out a granola bar ( the chocolate chip variety, of course ) and offers it up.