Carrie hates patrolling in the rain.
It’s supposed to be dramatic and grand, and instead it’s a logistical clusterbomb of grumbling through the comms, water static and thunderclaps making her allies lose their rhythm. Until somebody invents a miracle, her goggles are almost as rain-plastered as her glasses always were. Only, she could take her glasses off every while or so to wipe them. Goggles are latched into the helmet, and whatever Rain-X knockoff Boss showed her how to coat the lenses with only does so much. Plus it wears off after a while.
With the Cop Busters cleaning up a little incident near the docks, the downpour night is mostly quiet. The storm doesn’t seem to have sent any major villains scuttling out from underground. It’s as decent a time as any to re-orient, so she grapples her way up the Gotham Life Building.
This is supposed to be the part where she sighs at some view from the heart of the city, but instead she’s grumbling as she fiddles with her helmet. There’s no easy way to get the goggles off without taking the helmet off, as well, and obviously this isn’t the place for that.
Robin, sighs Boss. Why are you off-route.
“I’m blind in this mess,” she huffs back. “Just a tiny detour, Boss.”
“The squads‘ll manage for two minutes.”
That’s when lightning hits behind her, one building over and levels down and still too close for comfort. “R-roger,” she stammers, and if Boss can’t hear her over the accompanying thunder, well. Maybe that’s a good thing. But she thought she saw….
talon . the figure looks like TALON - one of them , probably damian , though only because damian is the smallest at the moment . the device wasn’t made to send people messing around in time ( and this gotham looks neither cutting edge modern nor old ) but he’d be lying to himself if he said it wasn’t possible . he made it himself , after all .
thomas takes a moment to wallow in his hatred for lois in the rain . he’ll have to think of something SUITABLY awful to do to her when he finds his way back to their world - his brain helpfully supplies half a dozen enticing possibilities . then he’s on the next rooftop , eyes on his target , lightning cracking in the rain . it’s smaller than he first thought , dark in the blurry rain , but there’s no indication of any unusual characteristics . he comes up on the edge of the building behind them , the little light available glinting off the silver in his costume , boots making ripples in puddles as he stands , water running in rivulets down his dark blue uniform .
