[Dick, on the other hand, seems to be built for it. he's style, he's grace, he'll punch you in the face]
[seriously, though. he hits the roof of the building first, without having broken a sweat and without making a sound, and perches on its edge, leaning over it to look down at front of the building. after a moment, not finding what he's looking for if the look on his face is any indication, he reaches up, pressing his fingers to the side of his cowl. as he does so, his eyes light up white, no longer visible behind the faint glow, and he glances down at the building again. this time, however, he's not leaning over the edge. he seems to be staring at his feet]
[another beat passes, and then he looks up, making sure Laurel and Thea are with him, before holding up four fingers. and then another three. and then a one. there are seven thugs inside, clustered together in two groups, and then Oswald]
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[Dick, on the other hand, seems to be built for it. he's style, he's grace, he'll punch you in the face]
[seriously, though. he hits the roof of the building first, without having broken a sweat and without making a sound, and perches on its edge, leaning over it to look down at front of the building. after a moment, not finding what he's looking for if the look on his face is any indication, he reaches up, pressing his fingers to the side of his cowl. as he does so, his eyes light up white, no longer visible behind the faint glow, and he glances down at the building again. this time, however, he's not leaning over the edge. he seems to be staring at his feet]
[another beat passes, and then he looks up, making sure Laurel and Thea are with him, before holding up four fingers. and then another three. and then a one. there are seven thugs inside, clustered together in two groups, and then Oswald]