Robin sat crouched on a gargoyle of one of Gotham's many tall buildings. He stared down at the city with narrowed eyes, waiting for some sort of chaos to happen. Cars zoomed left and right on the streets and pedestrians shuffled on the sidewalks.
Robin pulled a Бэтмен and didn't even have to look to see who it was. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. "Batgirl," he сказал(-а) curtly. "You shouldn't be out here."
Batgirl, standing on the ledge, leaned against the building wall. "Why should I let Ты and the old Bat have all the fun?" She plopped...