Robin
        Standing before you is a young man, his height seems a normal five
feet one inch, or maybe two given on a different night. His black hair is
wild, as if it were wind blown from racing through the nights. His stature
is small, but well-toned and lean. You can easily tell he works out a lot,
as his body is cut.
        Covering his eyes is a green mask that clings over his eyes. His
eyes look opaque, as they're covering his face and so they don't give away
his eye color. Around his neck is a black collared cape with yellow trim.
The back fo the cape is a pitch black, while the inside is yellow. His
tunic is a red that fits snugly on his body. Over the left side of his
chest there's a symbol stitched. It's a black circle with a yellow 'R'
marked across it. Coming from the side of his tunic around his arms to
make sleeves down to his elbow, the color matches his mask. On his hands
are a set of matching green gloves, as well.
        Around his waist is a yellow utility belt with some hidden
compartments, as the buckle centers right over his abdomen area. Over his
legs are a matching set of green tights. The color uniform with those of
his sleeves, gloves, and mask. They go down to his black boots.

100 Old Town Road -- Old Avalon

        Travelling west from Avalon, the old town road slowly
deteriorates. The once well maintained roads are now filled with potholes
and the sidewalks ripped out. The buildings on either side of the road
have obviously seen better days. Old store fronts are covered with
newspapers or soaped over. Most of the windows are still intact, but the
facades of the buildings are slowly falling apart.

It's long past twilight now, well into the evening, and the streets are
windily, eerily quiet. The sky is partially overcast, filtering the
moonlight to the pavement in sudden, jagged-edged patches; if the street
lamps even work here, generally, they don't seem to be doing a stellar job
of it tonight - they flicker and zap. Sandy'd told J'Onn he didn't really
want action - and he'd thought he didn't, at the time. But what, other
than a thirst for some face to pound, could send a baby-faced newcomer to
Old Avalon long after sunset? He walks along the street steadily, hands in
pockets, seemingly not even paying attention to the shadows.

The darkness, it's such an asset to the shadowy figure. The black
silouhette of the urban myth, Robin, moves silently over the rooftops, as
he comes to a stop and looks out from the depths of the shadows of the
night. He watches over the area slowly, as his eyes narrow and widen a
little. Analyzing everything that's going on, even though right now it's
not.

A faint grin flits across the features of the kid in the street - he's
dropped something. His hand lightly smacks his forehead, and he backtracks
several paces, out of the pool of dim, unstable light provided by the
closest streetlamp; he bends to pick it up...

...and it's at that second, naturally, that not one - no, /two/ unkempt,
thuggish figures dart from the shadows (from totally different shadows,
mind) fully intending to deck the kid and take him for whatever he's got
on him. After all, he's well-dressed - new clothes, vintage jacket, clean.
And doesn't look like he could put up much of a fight.

(Great, that kid's going to get mugged by those thugs...)0 o . as he fires
off a line across the way to an opposite rooftop. The dark boy wonder
takes a small jump, as he swings down towards the thugs. "Leave him alone
before you get hurt." he says, as he swings down, the wind catching his
cape causing it to flutter in the air. The golden interior lining shining
a little in the moonlight. He extends his foot forward trying to plant a
kick on one thug just to send a message.

And oh, that foot's planted, all right - right in the burlier thug's gut.
The wind rushes out of him in an audible whoosh and he staggers back a
couple feet, bent over and grunting. Trying to get his air back, he is.
The other thug? He's already started running - much to the annoyance of
one Sandy Hawkins, who'd rather been looking forward to this. "Not so
fast, bright eyes!" yells the kid, sprinting after the guy - but the guy's
got a head start and is running from an urban myth...and Sandy skids to a
halt, muttering under his breath. "Hey kid," he yells, then, back at
Robin, "Keep that guy around a sec, willya?"

Robin throws a line around the thug, who he just gave his foot impression
to, to start the usual tying up of the crooks. He tugs a little, as he was
going to go after the second guy. But then the kid goes after him.
(Kid..??)0 o . as he raises an eyebrow over his green mask, quirking
strangely. o 0(Did he just call me 'kid' what's he like a year or less
older than me?) as Robin utters an audible, "Sure."

Sort of taking his time coming back - you know, not running or anything,
just walking, Sandy hooks his thumbs into his jeans pockets and balls his
hands into fists, looking both mildly annoyed and disappointed. He
inclines his head at Robin. "Thanks." Then - then he looks down at the guy
with the line around him, scowling. He prods at him with the toe of his
sneaker. "You've got no idea how lucky you are this cape guy got here,
mister. I was lookin' for a fight, and you'd'a been street pizza but for
him."

Robin nods a little, still weirded out by this kid. "No problem." as he
tightens the rope around the guy. Then he raises his brow again. "Looking
for a fight?" as he turns around and tucks his arms underneath his cape,
so it's draping over him. "You shouldn't go out and look for trouble.
Sometimes trouble can be more than you can handle." he says with such a
serious look on his face. He's so like the Bat, ain't he?

Sandy looks at the Boy Wonder askance. "I doubt it." A beat. "Whaddya
gonna do with this guy, just leave 'im there, tied up?" He's not paying
the thug any more mind -- straightening his jacket, running his hand
through his hair - getting a couple've errant curls out of his eyes. He
looks Robin over. "Wait - whose sidekick are you?"

Robin says rather grimly and seriously. "The police patrol passes by in
about five minutes. They'll take him in." as he turns around, and reaches
for his utility belt under his cape. He's looking for the bat-line. He did
what he wanted to so, save the kid from getting mugged and beat down. Even
though, the kid was looking for trouble. With his back towards Sandy. He
simply says. "The Batman."

"Ooo, the /Bat/man," says Sandy with exaggerated reverence. He pauses,
wrinkling his nose. "Come on, what kinda name is that? And what's that
make you -- Batty? Batboy? Kid Bat?" Ah - arms are crossed now.

Robin would like to turn around and plant a flying heel kick in the kid's
mouth. But that's what the undisciplined do. Robin won't resort or stoop
down to that level. "My name? You won't need to know." as he fires off a
line upwards. "Listen kid. If you're going to go around looking for
trouble, you got the wrong town to do that in. Go to some place like Blue
Valley, Nebraska."

Sandy sighs. "Sorry, kid, that was low. Thanks for stepping in. I didn't
need it - it was probably the last thing I needed - but thanks. Guess your
heart's in the right place." He falls silent for a second, then speaks
again, regardless of whether Robin's staying or on his way already. "I'm
glad to see someone's keepin' the kid sidekick thing going."

Robin begins to pull himself up, as you hear the some sirens off in the
distance. In a town like Old Avalon, it's almost a common place sound. The
Boy Wonder says something just audible enough. "Robin." as he pulls
himself up and, if you turned your head to try and place where the sirens
are coming from. He's gone. How's that for urban myth?

Definitely urban myth, definitely. Sandy, however, is *also* no slouch at
the quick disappearance game - but he's also extrordinarily aware of
image, and isn't about to pull his wirepoon and make for the opposing
rooftop. Especially when he doesn't have to -- he ducks into an invitingly
dark alley, grinning. "Robin," he repeats to himself with an almost silent
laugh, then is gone.