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Deeply inhaling the last remnant of her double-wide methanol cigarette, Rose tossed the butt to the asphalt ground beneath her, stomping out what little embers were left with her orange boot until it was nothing but torn up bits of brown paper. With a final exhale, the grey smoke escaped from both her mouth and nostrils in a steady stream, evaporating quickly into the air. She closed her blue eyes for just a moment, taking in the serene sounds around her of absolute quiet; one of her more favorite sounds. Though when her blue eyes slid back open once more, she began to head inside the Titans Tower, pushing through the glass doors and walking at a rather slow pace through the parking garage.

She stopped for a moment to take a brief look over the equipment, spotting Nightwings motorcycle right off the bat. Rose didn’t have any modes of transportation herself at the moment, as she was always keen on roof-hopping, but maybe thinking about getting her own set of wheels wouldn’t be too bad of an idea…

With a bit of a sigh, Rose continued on, taking the elevator up to the main lobby room of the tower. When the doors slid open, she casually stepped out and headed over to her favorite couch and plopped herself down onto it, propping her orange boots up on the coffee table in front of her and laid her head back. 

“There’s nothing to do!” She groaned out loud, uncaring if anyone was around to hear her or not. Things had been rather slow as of late, and since her father Slade had left the city for a week or so for one of his own missions, she was sorely missing a good sparring session. Perhaps if Dick or Roy were around, she could convince one of them to entertain her for the time being…

She peeled off her split colored mask and set it on the couch beside her, letting her long blonde hair fall out and pool around her, running her fingers through her hair a few times to get out the slight kinks that her mask may have caused.

Hell, if she didn’t find something to do soon she might just do something stupid and go out on her own, [i]looking[/i] for trouble.