"Do you spend a lot of time up on rooftops?" Stephanie spun, her leg rising in a roundhouse kick to make contact with the face of boy about her age; his eyes covered by a black domino mask. She pounced on him as soon as he hit the ground, her knees pinning his shoulders down. He lay there stunned looking up at her, his mouth slightly open in an O shape. "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that." She stared down at him, her mind finally realzing who he was.
"You're Robin!" She gasped. "I am so sorry, are you okay?"
"I will be... once you get off my chest. It's kind of hard to breathe"
"Oh right!" She jumped off him extending a black gloved hand to help him up and he grabbed it in his own goved hand, smirking.
"So Stephanie, what are you doing up here on the rooftop."
"I'm waiting for-wait! How do you know who I am?!" She glared at him her gloved hands resting on her purple hips, at her black utility belt.
"Miss Brown, you really should wear your gloves when leaving clues for the police, and the ultimate detective; Batman. And may I add, that I also am quite the detective being the protoge of the aftormentioned Batman." She galred at him but reached up to pull off her purple hood, and mask, letting them fall around her neck, her blonde hair falling free.
"Since you know who I am, don't you think it's only fair that I learn who you are?"
"If you can figure it out, sure, but it's not only my secret that that the mask hides." He smiled sadly and looked over the edge to the scene below. "But you still haven't answered my question. Why are you up here?"
"You're the detective, you're the one who found my fingertips on the clues I gave to the police, you know who I am. You know why I'm up here." She looked down at the loose gravel on the rooftop, kicking at it with her black boots.
"You're here because of your Father. Do you want to help us?" She looked at him with a smile in her eyes.
"Of coure I want to help Bird-brain, are you really going to let me?" Her look switched to quizzical as a smile played at his lips.
"That's not really my nickname."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm just saying that, that's what Batgirl calls Nightwing, and they have a sort of- what's the word I'm looking for?
"Physical relationship" she suggested raising an eybrow at him and running her eyes down his red and black covered form. He laughed nervously feeling her eyes raking over him.
"Yeah you could call it that. So ready to help take down your father?"
"No," she looked down at the fighting beginning below. "I'm ready to take down Cluemaster" She pulled her mask up over her face, and the hood over her blonde hair. "Come on cutie lets put my dad back in jail." She sidled up to him as he fished out a grapaling hook from his utility built and hooked it to a sturdy D-ring hanging from his belt. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to him. Robin shot the grapaling hook at the opposite roof and waited to hear the faint sound of it hitting against the rail, then he pulled it gently testing it stability and pulled her up on small edge.
"You better hang on Steph!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and and placed her head in the crook of his shoulder. And then they stepped off into the air.