Post by Stephanie Brown on Aug 15, 2013 14:06:03 GMT
A good patrol always took Stephanie's mind off of things. She walked into a disused room of Gotham U, her gear in a bag thrown over her shoulder. When she noticed that the room was empty, she looked down at the clock on her cellphone. 6:32. She was late yeah, but she didn't think they would leave without her. No, with a sigh, she realized that she was the first person to show up.
"Damn" she said setting her bag down. She was the first person here, she had to be. The room was way to clean for the others to have came through, changed, and left. No one forgot a piece of clothing, no one knocked over the changing screen, there was no discarded bag of chips. Maybe they're running late...
"Damn" she said setting her bag down. She was the first person here, she had to be. The room was way to clean for the others to have came through, changed, and left. No one forgot a piece of clothing, no one knocked over the changing screen, there was no discarded bag of chips. Maybe they're running late...