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The world's coolest bike (this side of the Batmobile) was stashed in the alley bellow him, and Tim was perched on the edge of the building, trying not to bounce on his heels. It had been a really long day, and he had been looking forward to patrol tonight through every daylight hour. Night had finally fallen, and he'd spent at least an hour testing out the Redbird's new enhancements. They. Were. Awesome.

Seriously. No better vehicle in the world. Besides the Batmobile, but that was incomparable.

He'd had such high expectations for tonight, but geeze. If he didn't find some action soon, he was going to start thinking this was a huge waste--

"Robin, 16th and Kane street. Skinheads are making a ruckus."

Tim grinned as his marching orders came through. "On it, O," he said. Leaving the bike where it was, Tim jumped across and alley and used his jumpline to swing across the few blocks he had left to go. He found the group without a problem, graffiti-ing the side of a mosque. They weren't exactly fun to banter with, but their bald heads shone when they cracked together. The Boy Wonder had no problem taking them down; when they were all out, he cuffed them and lined them up on the sidewalk before grabbing one of the spray paint cans. Spelling out a huge 'LOSERS' across them, Tim grinned to himself as he climbed to the nearest rooftop, quite pleased with his work.