[ He's good, there's no doubting that. And while this is sort of a new experience, flying over rooftops and hunting someone actively avoiding her -- it still feels strangely like she knows just what to do. She's stopped questioning feelings like that. She just acts.
She nearly loses him when he takes an unexpected side door, but not for long. She's back on his trail again in seconds, leaping an alley and catching herself in a mad scramble on the other side. She always just makes those jumps.
And finally, when he turns a corner where the crowds thin and no one has much business, Robin spots her chance. She calculates, trusts, and then leaps. Straight into empty air, silent above him, poised to land feet-first directly into the small of his back. And light she may be, but even a light projectile has some force to it. She's counting on that. ]
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She nearly loses him when he takes an unexpected side door, but not for long. She's back on his trail again in seconds, leaping an alley and catching herself in a mad scramble on the other side. She always just makes those jumps.
And finally, when he turns a corner where the crowds thin and no one has much business, Robin spots her chance. She calculates, trusts, and then leaps. Straight into empty air, silent above him, poised to land feet-first directly into the small of his back. And light she may be, but even a light projectile has some force to it. She's counting on that. ]