[Okay, this really should have been expected. This kid seemed seriously tightly wound. The fact that there's suddenly green gloves creeping ever closer into his field of vision only confirmed that suspicion. He back handsprings out of the way, avoiding the Robin's grasp by a hair (and even then that's more thanks to the servo motors in the suit than his own natural speed).
Seeing as he has no desire to fight the tiny caped tornado, Terry pinballs himself up the alley walls towards the roof, determined to get space between him and round two of that fist.]
No wonder Santa took off. At this rate you're just going to get coal in your stocking.
[Wow way to make the situation worse, McGinnis, he thinks with a grimace.
One day he'll actually possess a brain-to-mouth filter. One day.]
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Seeing as he has no desire to fight the tiny caped tornado, Terry pinballs himself up the alley walls towards the roof, determined to get space between him and round two of that fist.]
No wonder Santa took off. At this rate you're just going to get coal in your stocking.
[Wow way to make the situation worse, McGinnis, he thinks with a grimace.
One day he'll actually possess a brain-to-mouth filter. One day.]