usedacrobatics | ROBIN √ 001 √ 3-19-13

[The gear snaps on after falling out of the bag. Heard in the background is the sound of a Pokeball releasing its occupant, and wings flapping. The Pokemon, a Taillow, nudges the Pokegear towards the edge of—yes, it’s a roof. The bag was tossed up on to the roof of Mom’s house, the gear and Pokeball were jostled by the impact, and they are now both looking over the edge at a boy dressed in a red and black bodysuit, with a yellow and black cape. He’s climbing out of the bedroom window. The Taillow focuses the camera on the “R” logo on the kid’s chest. It looks important!]

Ooookay. Definitely not in Kansas anymore. Kansas would be so good right about now.

[He edges a little further out, seating himself on the windowsill, back towards the outside, and sizing up the roof. He catches sight of the bird holding the camera and grins, the eye lenses of his domino mask widening to reflect slight surprise. He doesn’t realize that it’s recording yet.]

Me not being in Kansas anymore must make you Toto, huh? Or Dinah. Birds holding cameras seem a bit more Wonderland than Oz, but I’m not the expert. So long as you’re not Cheshire, I think we can work with it, though.

[He looks back up at the roof, still grinning. He grips the edge with both hands, and pulls himself up with a grunt, and mutters:]

Since when does this require effort?

[Another grunt of exertion, and Robin forces his body upwards into a handstand, trying to balance on the edge of a sloped roof, before turning a quick tumble into a crouch.
It… doesn’t work that way. His legs are wobbling slightly, and when he tries to swing into the tumble, his balance shifts and he topples over with a brief yell of shock.

In the opposite direction.

Off the roof.

Shocked yell out of the way, Robin begins trying to grip something, anything on the wall while the Taillow squawks in distress and drops the camera. The Pokegear rights itself on the ground just in time to see the bird grasp the Boy Wonder’s cape.
It slows his descent, but the weight is too much for a small, level 5 Taillow and the two crash into the ground, Robin groaning as his knees absorb the impact. He gives the bird a pained, but grateful look.]

Well, you have Superman’s color scheme down. We can work on the rescuing thing.

[He flops over, lying on his side. Taillow uses his wings to shade his eyes from the sun, and Robin gently strokes the bird’s breast. Annoyed:]

I cannot believe I just fell off a roof. Nobody saw that, right? I just fell off a roof.
Batman would kill me if he knew I actually fell off a roof. I mean, there goes my reputation. Say nothing of the mystique. A roof. Not even a big roof. It’s only two stories—and—

[He notices the Pokegear Taillow dropped. It’s lit up.]

Why is that thing—

[Click!]

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Ohhh. So your friend's the geek, right?

[She grins, like this amuses her somehow, though it's hard to pinpoint why.]

What's your record for disarming a security system?

Depends on the subject, but he's much better in science than I am. By a lot.

[Hey, if you're amused, he's... well, he'll try and pinpoint it, and smile in kind.]

A whole security system? I can hack the Justice League's in about seven minutes.

[Because it's identical to the one in the Batcave that he learned on, but details, details.]

[Gradually, her fleeting grin fades into more thoughtful contemplation, and she kind of peers at the video for a silent moment, brow beginning to furrow in thought. A moment later, her bad habit of talking to herself once again kicks in, and she murmurs under her breath.]

Maybe you really are Robin...

[You know, aside from the whole "fell off a roof" thing. But by this point the guy's either legit or a world-class liar, and the geeks she knows don't tend to be world-class liars.

Also if this really is Robin, then that means he really knows Batman, and that means Hardison's head is going to explode with jealousy when he inevitably finds out.]

I'm Alice. I guess you could use some help right now, huh?

[He heard his name, but brushes it off. Kids have toys and posters with his (masked) face all over them, after all.]

Someone offered me a Pokemon for traveling to the next town. I mostly want information beyond that.

A purpose for being here would be great, but if there's a way to block whatever's blocking my physical abilities, that'd be even better.

I think it's to win the game. You're supposed to beat up a bunch of guys and then take down the final boss. Maybe fight some bad guys along the way. I'm pretty sure they're freight training you into having to leave that city, though, since there's nothing there but unhelpful people and two ways out.

[...Parker, the term is railroading.]

...what do you mean, something's blocking your abilities?

Definitely a video game world, is what you're saying. But what happens after you win the game? Do you just keep challenging the Elite Four until your so overpowered they cry for relief?

[Pointing to the roof.]

I jump between those for fun and I can punch concrete barehanded and crack it. Not that I've tested the second one here, because I'm not stupid, but all I was trying to do on that roof was a back handspring. I do handsprings in my sleep.

Maybe nobody's won the game yet, so nobody knows.

[She's still pretty new to this thing, too. And also wasn't a Pokemon fanatic like some people she knows.]

...Huh. Hang on.

[Don't mind her, Robin, she's just going to set down the Gear and test out this theory via a couple of handsprings and cartwheels, herself.]

[...judging by the scowl on his face, he minds.

He might have to duplicate that.

He sets his own Pokegear down. And he will now experiment, folding himself backwards and raising himself into a handstand.

Okay. He can do that much.]

[Okay, so it seems like she's fine, but then again, she hasn't tried to do anything particularly daring yet, either. Maybe she better take this guy's failure as a cautionary tale and be extra careful the next time she needs to jump off a building.

...or hold someone off a building by their throat, one-handed.]

That's really weird. I didn't notice that when I got here. Maybe you're just too cool for the game and they're afraid you're gonna break it or something.

[Still balanced on his hands, he doesn't answer immediately, instead tucking himself into a rapid back handspring.

He's barely back on his feet again before he pulls his arms in and turns a tight forward somersault-- just one revolution. Okay.]

I'm afraid of trying for a quadruple somersault. I had to hurt myself a lot before I finally figured that out.

[He straightens his cape and flashes a cheeky grin.]

Wouldn't be the first time my enemies tried a similar tactic.

ROBIN √ 001 √ 3-19-13

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