Rooftops are Win

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Stephanie Brown had a lot of reasons to be happy. She was alive, not-a-zombie, and apparently imbued with latent magical abilities. However, at this very moment, her happiness was primarily due to the fact that she was standing hundreds of feet above ground level, Spoiler costume on, with a new grappling hook in hand. Batkids were weird that way.

Steph a deep breath, and dived off of the edge the Owlery. She released her hook (admittedly waiting a few feet longer than would usually be safe, due to the lovely ‘no-kill’ spell in place), landed on top of a gargoyle, and sighed contently.

"Still got it."

((Open RP- If you’ve got a character likely to hang out on rooftops, come say hi!))

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[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"Oh no, back then it was all the job, you know? LIke, cop partners. Solvin' crimes, that kind of thing." He talks with his hands, broadly. "I mean, now? Now we're a thing, and... and yeah. Exclusive. But that's real new. Like, Valentine's Day new." He looks a little embarassed at that, and toes the ground. "Serious. Yeah. We're definately serious."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Aw, young love! No wonder he doesn't want you smoking. No offense, but unless there's mouthwash around, smokers make for terrible make-out partners." Truth.

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

Young love? Heh. Not really. He smirks. "You have no idea how much I brush my teeth. Trust me, it's cool."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Nu-uh! You just think it's cool. Trust me, non-smokers can tell. Your mountie just likes you too much to say otherwise."

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"No way. You gimme ten minutes to air out and five to brush, and no chance." He shakes his head. "Besides, all the stuff he's licked, he probably has nothin' left on his tongue."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Dude, I'm a teenage girl. I've done my fair share of making out with smokers. You can air out, brush, mouthwash, and eat all the pungent food you want- the smoke still hangs around. Also, major kudos on the licking thing, but I don't really need to know that much about your sex life."

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"Lady, I was married for eighteen years! Believe me when I say I have done all the making out that a guy needs to do. Including when I was a teenager." He's a little offended by that.

But then he snorts. "What? Oh, not that kind of licking. It's this Canadian thing. Like, when we're at a crime scene and there's something he can't identify? Boom, he licks it."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Well, then you were a smoky-make out partner for 18 years," she said matter-of-factly. "And not in a good way."

"Wow. That's...maybe he doesn't have any room to complain about a smoky make out partner!"

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"... Stella and me fought about a lot of stuff, but man, cigarettes weren't one of them." Then again, it was ever so possible she used to smoke now and then too, considering her profession. "Look, I'm a cop. There's two constants to being a cop, getting shot at an' ruining your body. I smoke my cigarettes, drink my coffee, have my beer an' eat my bacon." This is kind of a sensitive spot, can you tell?

"Yeah, see? I swear to god he licked somethin' off a corpse once."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I'm not saying you don't have the right to smoke. I jump off of rooftops, for goodness' sake! I'm just saying smokers aren't the best kissers." Ashtray in your mouth did not make for an alluring aphrodisiac.

"Oh, ew. Corpse breath."

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"He isn't complainin'." Well, he did try to keep Ray from smoking that one day, but that seemed to be more along the lines of a general 'smoking, ugh' sort of thing, and... man, now he's going to have to ask Fraser. Sigh.

"You are not kiddin'." He snorts. "Oh, I'm Ray, by the way. Kowalski." He offers a hand.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Just not-so-discreetly trying to get you to quit!" If Stephanie Brown knew anything, it was make-outs.

"Hi Ray Kowalski! I'm-" Damn. That was the problem with meeting people in costume. But Jeans and a t-shirt were hardly apropos for roof-diving. "You can call me Spoiler."

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"... maybe." He grumbled to himself. Fine, fine, he'd talk to Fraser.

"Spoiler, huh? So you, uh, you're a superhero?" He gave her costume a bemused once over. "We don't got those where I'm from. Well, except Fraser."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Haha! Victory. Ray's Mountie so owed her a fruit basket.

Superhero? Steph suddenly became very interested in some non-exsistant gunk on her boots.

"I'm no superhero. But I'm working at it. You know, I can't think of a single mask that moonlights in Chicago. Even in my world, you guys seem to have things under control."

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"Well, y'got the outfit. Mask an' all." He puffed up a little bit at the praise of Chicago. "Yeah, you know, come wizards or improvised thermonuclear devices, the Chicago PD totally gets the job done."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Eh, anyone can wear a mask." She smiled none the less. Not that Ray could see, because- well, mask!

"Should I ever feel the need to move to Chicago, that's a good thing to know." She never would- Steph was a die hard east-coaster (when not moonlighting in Scottish Castles), but it was nice to have options!