[COLOR=#9fc5e8][indent][sub][I]An excerpt from Old Man Grayson and Robin the ToyBoy Wonder: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4910367][b]Issue #1.05 Smells like Toy Spirit[/b] [/url][/I][/sub][sup][right][color=#2c2c2c]Placeholder[/color][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][/color]
[quote=@Bounce][i][color=#9fc5e8]“That’s not the suit that I asked you to alter.”[/color][/i]

The air rushed by. The reverberation of the motorcycle radiated through the doll’s body, filling the night with a dull roar. The bike was a modified 1971 Triumph Daytona that had originally been used by Bruce Wayne as part of a publicity stunt, before it had been passed to Dick for use when he’d become a teen. The blue paint was factory, with the only emblematic addition being a muted Robin ‘R’ symbol.

The so-called [i]Robin Cycle[/i] had been sitting inside one of the safehouses that had functioned as one of the many fallbacks to the Bat-Cave that were strategically placed in the event that Bruce had to shift operations. Converted from an old warehouse, it was owned by a dummy company that was tangentially connected to one of the Wayne Group businesses. Dick had used it as his headquarters when he’d first arrived in Bludhaven, before buying and converting the apartment over. 

Amazingly, slapping in a new battery and putting some gas into the engine had worked. When this was over, Dick was probably going to have to replace the plugs and hoses if this kept up however.

His comment, of course, was not directed at the bike so much as it was the current operator. A short cape fluttering in the wind behind the small driver. While flashes of yellow marked the underside of the cape, the predominant color was black. The short sleeves, the trunks, the gloves, and the boots were all black. Gone was any hint of green. The yellow was significantly downplayed, relegated now only to the R symbol and the underside of the cape. The body and legs were both red, but a far more muted tone than the bright colors that Dick had sported.

[color=#ffd700]“If I had to guess, based on the color scheme and quality of the polyester fibers, then I would say that the previous Robin suit was designed in the late Nineteen Sixties,”[/color] Toyboy remarked, quite astutely delivering a proverbial slap across Dick’s ear drums.

Unlike Dick, Toyboy’s vision was inhuman. The lighting had been removed from the motorcycle, as the dark shadow shot down Interstate-12 in completely blacked out conditions. On this part of the interstate, the traffic was light. By the time anyone thought that they saw something, the bike was already vanishing back into the darkness. [color=#ffd700]This ensemble is much more durable and appropriate to the post-modern child superhero,”[/color] the doll added, easing back on the throttle of the motorcycle as he approached the turn. Sliding into neutral, the android boy allowed the bike’s speed to bleed away before neatly executing the turn from off the asphalt onto the dirt county road. [color=#ffd700]“The use of black is apparently associated with something that the internet identified as ‘edgelord’,”[/color] the Toy Wonder remarked candidly, noting, [color=#ffd700]“This is reportedly a popular trait with tweens.”[/color]

If it was possible, Toyboy could hear the facepalm through the Bluetooth earpiece that was clipped to the side of his head. [i][color=#9fc5e8]“Popularity with the eight to fourteen crowd wasn’t [b]exactly[/b] what I was going for when I was Robin.”[/color][/i]

Sliding the bike into third gear, the doll rocked the throttle as the motorcycle underneath him gave a dull roar while the tires bit into the dirt. [color=#ffd700]“Perhaps a reason why the identity has failed to attract a successor in recent times,”[/color][/QUOTE]

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