· CALL ME OUT (AUTUMN) ·

[hobbitholmes]

🎃 AUTUMN

it's a highway
highway to the dark
and a neon medusa
has got YOUR HEART

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no worries at all! <3 i have the slowness now.

[notouchpolicy]

[ Haylie just snorts a bit at the comment about a rough ride up, adjusting the scarf so that it can remain functional in the way that it's obscuring most of her face - save for the almost gem-like green eyes that seem to almost glow in the moonlight.

There's a slight wince - reflex, really - at the contact and she's quick to brush it off, opting to drape an arm around the Bat's shoulders for stability. Built like a tank, yet fragile to the slightest touch, as if it's her cross to bear in atonement for the destructive power she's been given. Or maybe she spent a little too much time in church growing up. Six of one... ]

I don't think I'd consider this flyin', because I've done that and it's a little terrifying in its own special way. Real angel of a guy. [ Was that a pun? Only to the other X-Men because Warren's codename was not only Angel, but the man had giant fluffy wings like they talk about in movies. He could be an arrogant, rich prick at times but she'd give anything for one more late-night flight over the mansion that ended with him nearly getting his wings blown off for grabbing her in the first place...

No time for that sort of longing. She lands with him easily on the roof, putting some distance between them as soon as she's steady. This is the part where she's supposed to take off and disappear back into the shadows, yet she's still standing there. ] Thanks for the lift.

rolls here!!

[menarebrave]

[ The shyness to touch is noted, but never once brought to attention. The Bat's gaze remains on her for only a moment before moving further onto the roof. He holds his fingers to his helmet. ]

Alfred.

I thought you might never ask.

[ He turns to look back at the woman as the distant humming of engines can be heard. ]

I didn't mean with wings. [ The cape blows in the wind as the sound grows closer. There is the barest hint of a smile at the fact he can still surprise people. ] I can drop you off somewhere you find safe.

[ A moment longer and the Batwing appears from the clouds. The cockpit opens and the Batman gestures to the plane. Of course, it is up to her and he won't push, but it is clear he thinks this is the better option. Especially since sirens can be heard in the distance. Someone somewhere called the police in. ]

rolls back in here after forever!

[notouchpolicy]

Right. Of course. Because people don't have wings and I'm not friends with Superman...

[ There's a slight look of embarrassment when she hears the whirring of the Batwing and for a moment she's silent - a bit awestruck at seeing it up close and personal and she's actually impressed. ]

It's a little small. [ She's not trying to be an asshole or anything as she approaches the cockpit and takes a look inside. It's just a lot different than the X-Jet which is another painful memory she didn't ask for. ]

Nowhere is safe anymore. Just drop me off wherever. [ The words are said quietly, as monotone as she can manage. She's got an identity to protect and no place to call home. Her exploration of the underground sewer system hasn't produced any evidence that Morlocks are hiding in Gotham City. An icy revelation that she really is alone here, the only one of her kind to make it this far. ]

a lovely beautiful slow RP and thats OKAY

[menarebrave]

[ A smirk touches his face briefly at his comment. Friends with Superman. He wouldn't count himself as a friend, but, most likely the Kryptonian would. He half-turns when the cockpit opens and gestures for her to step inside. He then slides into the driver seat. ]

I don't have a reason for a bigger one. [ There's a glance at her. ] You don't have somewhere you stay?

[ The Batwing then lifts into the air and the Batman takes the controls. Alfred, of course, is on standby and listening into the conversation as always. ]

[notouchpolicy]

[ Haylie is a bit taken back by the brief smirk on the Bat's lips and can't help feeling a little proud of herself for that.

Emerald green eyes catch his when he glances over at her and then dart away just as quickly as the glance itself, her gloved hands wringing a little in her lap. ]

Nowhere specific. I move around a lot.

[menarebrave]

[ He nods to her statement. Smart, given her situation.

The Batwing rises into the clouds. The plane turns. ]

Alfred, find accommodations for Gotham's guest. One where she can lay low.

Are you sure of that, sir? [ A British voice comes through the comms then. ] Oh, of course you are. Well, do you have a preference in place, Miss...?

[notouchpolicy]

[ She hesitates for a moment, eyeing the controls before responding. ]

Just call me Spitfire. And no, no preference. I don't tend to get too comfortable in one spot anymore.

( pretend these are batman icons hahA )

[menarebrave]

Ah, another one of your more extrinsic named friends, sir. [ A tired sigh comes from over the channels. ] Very well, I see what is temporary.

[ The Bat glances over to her. ] They can track you either way.

forever late to this party, feel free to ignore ;;

[notouchpolicy]

[ Haylie can't help a soft, amused snort at the British man's comment and meets his glance. ]

Depends on who they are. I've made it this far with only you barkin' up that particular tree.