<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/ac8dc6670808f2840c085aedfffe5c25.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower - Teleporter Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Oct. 21, 2017 20:00 (Post Monsters Rage in Gotham!)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Black Canary<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Overprotective Father Routine<br/><hr/>Impulsive. Reckless.<br/><br/>...<em>Impressive.</em><br/><br/>She'd obviously been training. The helmet was a good tactic. It gave Batman a choice: dodge or block the projectile and risk being open for Dinah's strike, or take the hit in order to be ready for her attack. As it flew closer to his head, it blocked more and more of his sight, making judging her first move impossible. By sight, at least. He'd block the helmet. After all, she'd gone through the trouble of trying to distract him; it'd be a shame not to let her show off her follow-through.<br/><br/>Batman stood still as the helmet approached. One second. Two. When the helmet was nearly on top of him, he lashed out with his hand and sent it flying to the back of the room. It smacked against the wall and rolled across the floor. Canary was closing the distance fast—a fearsome warrior clad in biker leathers and fishnets. It was a combination Batman never would have thought possible until he'd met her.<br/><br/>He had only a second to prepare. Just because he was willing to take the hit didn't mean he was willing to get floored. He bent his knees and slid his foot back, ready to absorb the impact—or to catch her foot, if necessary. Dinah had always favored kicks.