neverplays: (hg} look down upon my enemy)
Mindy Macready || Hit Girl ([personal profile] neverplays) wrote2010-08-25 11:08 pm

[for damian]

Even though D'Amico had been dealt with, it didn't stop the rest of the shit from rising to the top. Moving through the alley, she hopped up onto the top of the garbage disposal, using that height to grab onto the bottom rung of the fire escape. Yanking with all of her weight, she rode it down until she could pull herself up onto the rungs, climbing up it, making it shake with her quickness.

From that first landing, she just kept moving up higher; seeking out the rooftop, a better vantage point, and less of that garbage smell from the alley. All she could think about was whatever these people were eating, was seriously smelling like rotted meat. Rotted meat and melted plastic.

When she hit the rooftop, her boots slid a bit into the loose gravel as she turned around to give herself a good sense of her position in the city. She could see the main bank building, the tall, silver frame encased in thick, reflective glass. If she counted three buildings over that was one of D'Amico's dirty lawyer's office. Two blocks over and five down; the corner doughnut shop that Marcus liked to take her when she got an 'A' on a quiz.

Knowing the city had taken her almost a year of practice, but she knew that if she got taken on any of these corners she could figure out where they got out, even if she was blindfolded. Maybe it was a matter of pride, but she knew her dad would've found her even quicker.

Crouching low, she gazed toward the edge of the rooftop, brushing the strands of fluorescent purple out of her eyes, leaving herself to cling to the shadow of the air-conditioning exhaust fan. She could hear the odd crunch of gravel beneath someone's boots, but other than Kick-Ass, and maybe Marcus, she really wasn't sure who else would be stupid enough to try and track her down.
heirdom: (fierrrrce)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-08-26 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Robin knew how to be perfectly silent. It wasn't hard, after all; years of League training, perfected by the Batman's stealth tactics, made it child's play.

But sometimes you needed to call 'em out. Let the more finicky ones know that you were there, so they would think they had the upper hand. Just a wanderer, or an alley cat, or some dumb fuck out for a stroll after dark, in the dark, through the dark. Certainly not the Batman, or, god forbid, the newest Robin. The violent one.

Robin looked around, the night vision in his mask lighting up every surface. If he didn't find the idiot thugs kept confusing him tonight, he'd be dealing with Batman suspiciously checking that he hadn't run off to Manhattan in secret for weeks to come.

Besides: whoever they were, they were cramping his style.
heirdom: (you wish)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-08-26 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
He heard her move for a tool long before he heard her speak, and his attention moved that way immediately. His eyes narrowed, suspiciously; while the skirt might have swayed female, the style of the suit was too practical for the majority of the female crimefighters he'd known.

Regardless of that, though, the voice was a dead giveaway.

A girl, and even wore, a young one. If this was the suspect he was hunting down, Robin was incredibly unimpressed.

"Looking for stupid little kids who like to play vigilante," he replied, coolly.
heirdom: (where did i learn)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-08-26 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"You're funny," Robin replied, evidently sarcastic.

But she was wrong on that count; his eyes roved over every move she made, carefully making assessments. Taking in details. Figuring out everything he could about this kid stepping on his territory.

He reached for his own knife. Well, if that's how they were gonna play...
heirdom: (whups a gun)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-08-26 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
And there, that was a point of interest. Robin scoffed, suddenly, putting away his tanto –– the one Batman didn't know he still carried –– and dug his balisong out of his utility belt, eyes never leaving her.

You never took your eyes off of the opponent.

"Forty-two? No. The model forty-four is obviously better. Forty-two is just the standard. Anyone can use a forty-two."
heirdom: (still love you when i'm gone)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-08-26 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Forty-two's practically for decoration. For idiots on youtube who just want to put on flipping shows."

He flipped his open, once, more interested in seeing what she was capable of. After all, he already figured he was better than her.

A little confirmation would have been nice, though.

"Ever tried a Bradley Mayhem?"
heirdom: (come to the front of the class)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-08-26 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Who cares? Get a new one."

He flipped it again, copying her last move.

"But enough wasting my time: who are you?"
heirdom: (whups a gun)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-08-30 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Hit Girl," he repeated. "Lame name, but I'll take it. I'm Robin."

He moved closer to offer his hand to shake, entirely bold about it.
heirdom: (you wish)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-09-02 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a bird. Or like Robin Hood."

He shook, firmly, and then swung a punch with the other hand.

Sucker. That'd teach her to get him in trouble, and steal his child-prodigy-vigilante thing.
heirdom: (sing on forever)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-09-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Damian felt it connect, but not properly; his immaculate (self-claimed or not) aim had failed him for the first time (this week), and suddenly he was trying to keep his balance.

And then, suddenly, he was grabbing onto her to keep himself from pitching backwards. A backflip could have been easier, but not when she was holding onto his arm.

"Whoa––"
heirdom: (we'll play a new game)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-09-02 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
He held on, not exactly relaxing, but easily regaining that smirk along with his balance. It wasn't exactly genuine, but it helped.

"Obviously not!"
heirdom: (see me driving down the street)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-09-02 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
He was surprised –– very surprised. In his upbringing, he'd be taught to beat down anyone who dared strike him, to prove his worth, but here was this girl, around his age, shrugging it off.

Robin had expected a fight, not some admittedly cute rival who could probably go toe to toe with him.

"Tt," he scoffed. "Why would we be friends, exactly?"
heirdom: (come to the front of the class)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-09-02 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Robin thought on that for a second. Well, she had a point, but conceding was too easy. He smirked, leaning in closer to her.

"Alright," he said. "If you're good enough to lay a punch on me... we'll be friends."
heirdom: (i've got a plan; a demand)

[personal profile] heirdom 2010-09-02 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a second where he tried to haul himself out of her grip, but it was too late. He saw stars with that one, and honestly, he SHOULD have seen it coming.

"Uh," he said, "Friends it is."