And been through a Gotham winter, on patrol in sub-zero temperatures, in snow storms, in the wind that cut through your armour... Great line! I could feel the cold reading this.
She was perched on a gargoyle, watching the crowd below with her usual feline grace. Only cats could never move as fast as Cass. I like the description of Cass. (And the mention of gargoyle - it fits.)
It was at times like this he really regretted not wearing a cowl. Or at least a hood. Tim snickered at what a Robin suit would like with a hood, and Cass looked at him again. Wow, Tim thinking about wearing a cowl (or hood) - Nice. :)
"What to swing by Oracle's for some hot chocolate?" I would say – a hot chocolate was a good idea.
You wrote the story so beautifully from Tim’s POV. Thank you so much for sharing this. :)
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Great line! I could feel the cold reading this.
She was perched on a gargoyle, watching the crowd below with her usual feline grace. Only cats could never move as fast as Cass.
I like the description of Cass. (And the mention of gargoyle - it fits.)
It was at times like this he really regretted not wearing a cowl. Or at least a hood. Tim snickered at what a Robin suit would like with a hood, and Cass looked at him again.
Wow, Tim thinking about wearing a cowl (or hood) - Nice. :)
"What to swing by Oracle's for some hot chocolate?"
I would say – a hot chocolate was a good idea.
You wrote the story so beautifully from Tim’s POV. Thank you so much for sharing this. :)