Even on the nights when nothing weird or unusual was going on, Dean still liked to hit the streets. There was something comforting about being able to make sure that everything was as it should be with his own two eyes. But tonight isn't quite like the other nights. A bunch of kids had gone missing during the day and like hell was Dean just going to sit at home with his thumbs up his ass when he might actually be able to do something about it. Because this sort of thing? It seemed right up his alley.
Dean heads away from the residential area, staying away from the roads, weaving between houses to get to the business district. Maybe not the best place to start, but none of the imPorts seemed to know anymore than he did, judging by the reaction he'd seen earlier. A text from some Robin.
He ducks between another set of buildings, eyeing some people passing on the other end of the dark path. As good a place to start as any, right? Except he hardly had a chance to take another step forward before there's the whoosh of air being displaced. That's all the warning he gets before whatever, whoever had just dropped down in front of him is there, seemingly looming into his personal space without actually being quite that close. His gun is out and in his hands more out of habit than anything else. Something just popping up like this had never been a sign of awesome things to come. And if a tendril of fire curled around the hand that wasn't holding a gun, well, that wasn't really worth dwelling on at this point.
"What the hell?!" The exclamation is a little louder, and maybe a tad more high pitched than Dean would have liked for it to be, but he's focusing on something else entirely now. Like creepy dude's outfit.
"Seriously? You're going with the 'Batman' look? ….And apparently the sound, too. Has anybody told you that's seriously creepy? And… uh. Freakishly good, actually. Now I'm just gonna…" He makes a vague gesture back the way he'd come, seeing as the way forward is now pretty effectively blocked.
"Have a good time at the costume party, Bruce." Dean snuffs out his flame and starts to turn away.
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Dean heads away from the residential area, staying away from the roads, weaving between houses to get to the business district. Maybe not the best place to start, but none of the imPorts seemed to know anymore than he did, judging by the reaction he'd seen earlier. A text from some Robin.
He ducks between another set of buildings, eyeing some people passing on the other end of the dark path. As good a place to start as any, right? Except he hardly had a chance to take another step forward before there's the whoosh of air being displaced. That's all the warning he gets before whatever, whoever had just dropped down in front of him is there, seemingly looming into his personal space without actually being quite that close. His gun is out and in his hands more out of habit than anything else. Something just popping up like this had never been a sign of awesome things to come. And if a tendril of fire curled around the hand that wasn't holding a gun, well, that wasn't really worth dwelling on at this point.
"What the hell?!" The exclamation is a little louder, and maybe a tad more high pitched than Dean would have liked for it to be, but he's focusing on something else entirely now. Like creepy dude's outfit.
"Seriously? You're going with the 'Batman' look? ….And apparently the sound, too. Has anybody told you that's seriously creepy? And… uh. Freakishly good, actually. Now I'm just gonna…" He makes a vague gesture back the way he'd come, seeing as the way forward is now pretty effectively blocked.
"Have a good time at the costume party, Bruce." Dean snuffs out his flame and starts to turn away.