He's shed the usual hoodie, rolled up the sleeves of his jumpsuit - his damn KINGDOM for some more clothes here - and he has a familiar pair of sunglasses pushed up his nose, which seems a bizarre choice for a fight club except for the people who know him. He does break one little rule, though: His utility belt is still tucked unseen beneath his clothes. Old habits, not that he intends to use it. But once you've lied to Batman himself, everything else seems a little smaller after that, yolo.
Despite his very palpable age, he doesn't seem very set on merely sitting back and watching, not for the whole while. He does at first, admittedly. He spends a good long while just perched a bit catlike off to the side, scoping out the competition. There's a lot of fighting of the informal type going on here, which isn't really anything new. But it honestly concerns him a bit that there might not be many people here who can match his skills. In strength maybe, or definitely in size- But then he could probably beat a refrigerator in a fight too.
But it's been too long without something exciting. He starts itching for a spar sooner rather than later.
Robin | May 1 - 7 | action or prose
He's shed the usual hoodie, rolled up the sleeves of his jumpsuit - his damn KINGDOM for some more clothes here - and he has a familiar pair of sunglasses pushed up his nose, which seems a bizarre choice for a fight club except for the people who know him. He does break one little rule, though: His utility belt is still tucked unseen beneath his clothes. Old habits, not that he intends to use it. But once you've lied to Batman himself, everything else seems a little smaller after that, yolo.
Despite his very palpable age, he doesn't seem very set on merely sitting back and watching, not for the whole while. He does at first, admittedly. He spends a good long while just perched a bit catlike off to the side, scoping out the competition. There's a lot of fighting of the informal type going on here, which isn't really anything new. But it honestly concerns him a bit that there might not be many people here who can match his skills. In strength maybe, or definitely in size- But then he could probably beat a refrigerator in a fight too.
But it's been too long without something exciting. He starts itching for a spar sooner rather than later.