Grocery Shopping [Robin]

[Angel]

…And it was her favorite time of the week. Can she have a drumroll, ladies and gentleman? It was the time that every stay at home Mom, and every jobless Dad, and every teenager that got talked into going up to the store looked forward to, each and every day: Grocery shopping! Wooh! What better way to spend so many hours of your day than to be in a large marketplacestore, competing with other people for the best deals on food that you would inevitably have to buy over and over again for the majority of your sad little life?

Wasn’t it fun?

…Yes, she had sunk so low as to use sarcasm. But seriously, Angel didn’t like grocery shopping, no matter how many times Kyd saddled her with the job (something which he couldn’t do, now, sadly enough. She’d… not kill, but she’d like adopt a puppy or something to see him eating one of her cookies again), and just found it like the tedious thing ever. Like, seriously, who wanted to do that?

But there was no delaying the inevitable, and so the girl found herself stepping up to the local grocery store, snagging a cart, and marching her way in, filling up with the essentials. Of course, she garnered a ton of weird looks, though hopefully none that would mean “omigosh supervillain lets call the teen titans!” type looks. Hopefully more for her eyes, her wings, her helmet, her lack of eyebrows… That sort of thing. It wasn’t as if she was doing anything criminal!

But even so, the villain was smart enough to hurry her butt up, using her wings for an extra oomph through the halls as she went through her grocery list, written on the back of an old recipe card for a recipe she had long since memorized. Milk, eggs, butter, chocolate chips, bread… the whole like. Not a super ton, though, cause she had to carry it all home, but three bags-ish. Yep, that worked nicely.

Rolling up to a check-out counter, and mock getting out her wallet (totally empty aside from a ten, a one, and a little change, just in case), Angel waited until all of her stuff had been scanned and put into bags (yep, three, she had been right!) by the tired-looking cashier lady, before giving her a grin. “Thanks for the groceries!” she told the other chirpily, and as the other blinked in confusion, Angel took off, snatching up her bags and running like Darth Vader himself was on her heels, using an a little extra oomph to get out the doors.

Sweet, all she had to do was spread her wings and be home free! Fantastic!

[Robin]

An electrical hum could be heard through the streets of Jump as Robin drove across the streets of Jump in his infamous R-Cycle, emblazoned with its sexy R insignia. The usual routine checkup of the city was in order, and the male found everything to be in its proper place. People were going places, frolicking around and enjoying peace with mostly smiles on their face. He liked it all considering the intense effort it took to drive away the antagonistic insects, but it was all worth it.

The shopping district was particularly busy. Then again, it was always heavily populated with teens going out with their boyfriends/girlfriends. The Boy Wonder frowned at this fact because they were always so enamored with their significant other that they're especially prone to danger and getting their belongings pilfered. Same with friends. Reducing his speed, Robin scanned the area carefully, ignoring the fans who screamed his name to focus in on anyone or anything out of the ordinary.

In the midst of a sea of people the teen was able to make out a winged girl who ran out of a local Supermarket, toting three bags and a gleeful look that spoke criminal activity. Several people followed the girl out of the Supermarket, along with a lady who raised a hand over the multitude of teenyboppers, gesturing with her fingers towards the feminine robber with a frown of her own on her face. "Thief!" She called out, attracting the attention of the people around her.

Needless to say, Boy Wonder didn't even wait for her cue.

The Titan could be seen high in the air, having leaped from the R-Cycle towards the recently robbed store. His gloved hand tossed two birdarangs which pirouetted towards her, cutting the air as they whizzed towards their target. Robin quickly recognized her as a student from the HIVE Academy, which raised quite a few questions that he needed answered. His air time came to a stop when gravity drove him to the ground, but even then Robin powered through the crowd with a battle yell as he dove towards the girl, hands outstretched with the intent to tackle the female to the ground before she could even realize what was going on.

[Angel]

Angel extended her wings, feeling them stretch out and embrace the air, curing every piece of it that molded to all the contours of her feathes, and took off, feeling the whistle of the wind in the crevasses of her helmet, smile appearing, before a sound caught her attention. A motorcycle.

Before the girl could fully identify whether that was the Robin motorcycle (that was the first thing that came ot mind), yellow eyes widened. Something, Robin, was in the air, launching things at her. Cursing, the villain dodged with the practiced ease of who had practically been flying before they could walk, but at such short noticed, having not bee prepared at all, even she couldn't avoid getting hit. One of the things, his boomerang thing-a-ma-bobbers, dug slightly into her wing (she wasn't exactly well protected there), and she hissed in pain, shaking it off of her. At least it hadn't cut off fringe fathers, for there would've gone her steering until they grew back, instead sinking into muscle. Ouch!

Unfortunately, Angel realized that, crap, she had drifted a bit lower in her pain/being attackedness, but before she could shoot herself back up higher in the sky (she had never had her wings even slightly hurt in combat before, mostly because she guarded them carefully, so it had surprised her), a body impacted her, and she fell, only her wings preventing her whole body from impacting the ground, as much of her upper torso staying as upright as possible.

Freaking out a bit, because anything close combat was not something she was good at, Angel clapped her wings together around the Boy Wonder, ignoring the way they dragged slightly on the ground, hoping to disorient or flatten him enough so he'd let go, though she didn't have much hope.

At minimum, though, the wind blast that had formed from her smacking her wings together was blowing and terrifying civilians, which meant one of two things: A) Robin would let go to go help them, because that was a hero thing, or B) if he didn't, at least there wouldn't be anyone around to witness what was sure to be an embarrassing beatdown.

[Robin]

People from all over the shopping district gathered around the two, faces twisted in giddiness as they pulled out Cell phones and camera's to snap pictures and yell silly obscenities that Robin care nothing about. Diverting his attention far away from the others he remained focused on this culprit, eyes thinning as both Boy Wonder and Angel skidded across the sidewalk, his hands pressing themselves firmly into each of her respective shoulders.

Knowing that there was little time, Robin withdrew one hand away from the other to dig into his utility belt, pulling out something when he felt an intense turbulence engulf the entirety of the street, soft yet forcefully flapped wings crashing onto him. Dropping whatever was held in the confines of his hand he sacrificed the trinket to steady his hold for dear life and further increase his resilience, teeth gritting train tracks as the screams of innocents filled the crowded air, eyes widening as the civvies were blown several feet down the block, colliding into whatever served as an obstacle, be it another person, a car, a building, the supplied interferences were endless and the teen had already had enough of this joker.

Committing one gloved hand to hold tightly onto her during the incredible beating of her wings, the sixteen year old drew his now free hand back to deck the villain's face four times in succession with power rivaling that of a freight train, fluid motions didn't stop as he now despite the resisting winds grabbed at her arm, gripping the others forearm with dominant strength as he craned her limb behind her metallic helmet arching it back where it shouldn't go and while maintaining the most neutral of expressions, forced her relatively thin elbow further down the small of her back, in direct position to break her arm if her hostile actions drew him to the pinnacle of his anger.

"Stop, now!!!" He yelled as loud as possible to void the violent gales that crashed about.

[Angel]

Damn it, why wouldn’t he let go? The Boy Wonder held on, despite the fact that she was sending civvies flying (not too hard, she didn’t want to kill them, but it was certainly amusing!), and any attempt at pushing him away bodily was fruitless. Dang it, she really needed to take Deathstroke up on his offer of hand-to-hand lessons, pronto. The guy might be a psycho, but she needed the improvement, definitely.

Before she could figure out another way to get out (honestly, at this point, she was torn between biting him, or just screwing it and attempting to fly with him hanging off of her), a fist slammed into face, and the pain was sudden, fierce, and made her gasp, practically seeing stars, and totally not in the good way. It didn’t stop, continuing, and Angel tasted blood in her mouth, with her face throbbing. There was certain to be a massive bruise there, and it was a wonder her jaw wasn’t broken. It didn’t end there, though, with the twisting of her arm behind her back and she hissed in pain, trying to wrench herself away, but she had no upper body strength, just powerful wings, and they certainly weren’t going to help her now. “Ow! Okay, I’ll stop!”

With that, she slowed, and then stopped the beating of her wings, but narrowed luminescent eyes at him. Her face hurt like hell, her arm was in the most uncomfortable position possible, and it honestly felt like he was going to snap it in half. For a hero, he certainly wasn’t nice, and while she could respect it, at this very moment, it was irritating the crap out of her. So, at this point, she did one of the few things that she could felt she could do: Spat bloodied spit in the direction of Robin’s face.

And after that, smirk at him. “Gonna have your wicked way with me now, Bird Boy?” …Well, one of her less witty comments, but she really wasn’t in the best position to be thinking of them.