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milliways_bar2007-03-19 09:55 pm
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Running around Gotham City by rooftop, swinging from building to building, taking the train when I need to really make tracks (no pun intended), all of that stuff is easy for me by now. I'm not the rookie I was not so long ago. I know the tricks to it all now, I know how to land a tricky swing and how to ride the roof of a train without falling off or getting myself killed. I'm good at it too; maybe not as good as Nightwing or Batman, but still good for my age!
That being said, when you expect to fly through an open window at high speed and take on three heavily armed robbers, having just released your grappling hook, and instead find yourself hurling far too fast through the front door of a strange, very out of place bar, well...it's easy for anyone to botch that landing.
I certainly do.
Confused and disoriented by the sudden change in my surroundings, I feel my feet touch the ground and all of a sudden I'm going head over heels, hard. I feel myself smash into a couple of things (chairs, tables I guess. Hopefully not people.) before I hit something really hard. It takes me a minute to stop the room from spinning, but I remember my training. Nothing's broken, as far as I can tell; bruised as all hell, sure, but not broken. The mask is on, everything on my utility belt seems to still be in place, and for the moment, nobody seems hostile.
A glance behind me reveals that I hit (you guessed it) the bar itself. Looks like I traveled pretty far; it's no small distance from here to the door I must have come through. I stand, shakily, steadying myself carefully by putting a hand on the bar behind me while I try to ignore the seriously nasty bruise that's got to be starting up on my back.
You know, I get teased a lot for being trained by the world's greatest detective and all, and I mean, yeah, I am pretty clever I guess, but I still haven't got a clue where the hell I am.
That being said, when you expect to fly through an open window at high speed and take on three heavily armed robbers, having just released your grappling hook, and instead find yourself hurling far too fast through the front door of a strange, very out of place bar, well...it's easy for anyone to botch that landing.
I certainly do.
Confused and disoriented by the sudden change in my surroundings, I feel my feet touch the ground and all of a sudden I'm going head over heels, hard. I feel myself smash into a couple of things (chairs, tables I guess. Hopefully not people.) before I hit something really hard. It takes me a minute to stop the room from spinning, but I remember my training. Nothing's broken, as far as I can tell; bruised as all hell, sure, but not broken. The mask is on, everything on my utility belt seems to still be in place, and for the moment, nobody seems hostile.
A glance behind me reveals that I hit (you guessed it) the bar itself. Looks like I traveled pretty far; it's no small distance from here to the door I must have come through. I stand, shakily, steadying myself carefully by putting a hand on the bar behind me while I try to ignore the seriously nasty bruise that's got to be starting up on my back.
You know, I get teased a lot for being trained by the world's greatest detective and all, and I mean, yeah, I am pretty clever I guess, but I still haven't got a clue where the hell I am.