His hands hurt. He doesn't notice it until he's done for the night, back at home, safe and sound. He looks down at his knuckles... bruised; maybe he should add some more padding
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She perched on the rooftop, watching him, heart in her throat. He played a dangerous game tonight. Not dangerous for his body. None of the thugs he'd tossed had stood a chance against his skill. Or his rage. But dangerous for his soul.
The Bat would've reprimanded him. Told him he took it too far. The Fallen Angel? She was proud of him. For doing what needed to be done without holding back. And she was afraid for him.
That? Made her hands shake. She couldn't afford to care what happened to him. Couldn't. But she did. Damn this city and Cole and Crowley and Max and River and Tara for softening her walls.
When he stopped, finally, she dropped to the ground beside him. "Robin." Too quiet, her voice. It revealed too much. But the word was out and she couldn't take it back. "Nice work."
She startles him and that's wrong. He should have been more aware of his surroundings, no one should have been able to follow him home.
Lee, the Fallen Angel.
He crosses his arms over his chest, hiding them under the cape and, in true Bat fashion, ignoring the soft way she says his name, he glares at her.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, voice cold. His body is still keyed up from patrolling and he has to tell himself over and over that he isn't taking on an 'S', former or not.
"Well you found me," he answers, eyes darting about behind the lenses on his mask to see if there's anything around to identify him. Not that she isn't going to be able to look up the apartment. The apartment Bruce had made damn sure was in Tim's name. Fabulous.
"Can I help you with something?" he asks, arms unfolding to spread wide, bare hands folding in front of him once he's done.
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The Bat would've reprimanded him. Told him he took it too far. The Fallen Angel? She was proud of him. For doing what needed to be done without holding back. And she was afraid for him.
That? Made her hands shake. She couldn't afford to care what happened to him. Couldn't. But she did. Damn this city and Cole and Crowley and Max and River and Tara for softening her walls.
When he stopped, finally, she dropped to the ground beside him. "Robin." Too quiet, her voice. It revealed too much. But the word was out and she couldn't take it back. "Nice work."
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Lee, the Fallen Angel.
He crosses his arms over his chest, hiding them under the cape and, in true Bat fashion, ignoring the soft way she says his name, he glares at her.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, voice cold. His body is still keyed up from patrolling and he has to tell himself over and over that he isn't taking on an 'S', former or not.
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She shrugged, mimicking his posture. Mocking him, but not unkindly. "Looking for you."
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"Well you found me," he answers, eyes darting about behind the lenses on his mask to see if there's anything around to identify him. Not that she isn't going to be able to look up the apartment. The apartment Bruce had made damn sure was in Tim's name. Fabulous.
"Can I help you with something?" he asks, arms unfolding to spread wide, bare hands folding in front of him once he's done.
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