[center][b][u]Robin[/u]
Washington DC
July 4th[/b][/center]

"Whoa... Is that all for [i]us?[/i]" 

The voice, emanating from beside the hulking mass of bulletproof sweetness that is the Batmobile, crept up and peaked as the roof slammed shut, a mere whistle when compared with the vacuous din that the crowd a way away from him was producing. Tim drops the iPod he had just been wrapping up as he slowly walks forward. Admiring the chaos, he looks out from his vantage point with curious, white-lenses eyes.[i] Deafening,[/i] he thinks to himself as a smile creeps out and devours him. This was big. Really big. League big. Checking his surrounding and readjusting his mask he makes to walk. 

Now was the time. Strolling up there wouldn't cut it. He reaches a hand to his utility belt...

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[i]That will hold...[/i] he assures himself as he inspects the ledge infront of him, not looking down. The rooftop air was swirling around him and messing his hair up - something he had come to expect after his time on the job - but it didn't matter. This was going to be impressive. He reels back before charging. [i]Jump![/i] he soars for a second before deploying his cape.

People's screams pick up as the colourful figure passes over them. This move usually warranted slightly different screams but these were welcome all the same. For once he could show off. To day walkers. The Riddler wouldn't appreciate a move like this.

Angling down, he aims for the centre of the grouped heroes. A blank landing pad. The air picks up suddenly, knocking him off kilter however. Landing in a self-cushioning heap, it takes a moment for him to stand. The crowd shoots a variety of emotions before settling on laughter. Robin walks away slightly, finding a familiar face.

"Some party, huh..."