#rustyredbat

“Don’t you have more interesting things to be doing?” he asked as he stood in a large round open area of the cave, the computer slowly generating a 3D recreation of a crime scene. “Like, not being here, perhaps?”

    “Whoops! Roller-blades, hard to stop!”

    "Burnside? Really? Are you listening to bands no one's ever heard of, now? Wearing plaid? Drinking coffee? Babs, I think it's going to take me a while to get used to this new you."

    "Batgirl? I didn't realise you came around here anymore?"

             Extracting his line, he followed quickly behind her. 

The sound of the safe unlocking was barely louder than a whisper, which he thought was pretty stupid on Cindy Cooke's part. If Dick had this kind of money, he'd make sure the safe with his valuables was loud enough to wake him up from any deep slumber. Quietly, he reached in and grabbed everything inside -- a decent haul of expensive jewellery -- and slid it into his pouch, tucking them in so they didn't jangle while he moved.