Barbara's exploration strayed a bit later than she'd have liked; she'd rather be in doors before sundown nowadays, even in Gotham. It's not something she likes, but it's something she generally abides by.
Her timing was off, though, and she was on the other side of the city when night fell. Now she's making her way back. Barbara knows a bad neighbourhood when she sees one; she clutches her eskrima sticks and wheels forward with the heels of her hands.
She's more resigned than afraid when she hears someone attempting, and not very well, to sneak up behind her.
Mind a late tag?
Her timing was off, though, and she was on the other side of the city when night fell. Now she's making her way back. Barbara knows a bad neighbourhood when she sees one; she clutches her eskrima sticks and wheels forward with the heels of her hands.
She's more resigned than afraid when she hears someone attempting, and not very well, to sneak up behind her.