After a heart-stopping few moments he finally managed to haul himself over the edge, rolling flat onto his back, heaving from the effort and adrenaline. Okay so not his finest moment, not like anyone saw it though.
“F.”
Now Tommy wouldn’t say he screamed persay, maybe, more along the lines of a Manly Expression of Fear™. Yeah, that sounds right.
The Crimson Crusader now found himself staring across the rooftop, to a familiar, red-caped figure. So much for seven hours of sleep.
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I read too many vigilante and foster au fics and went "you know what would be neat". This was my first fic so go easy on her, she’s a bit rough around the edges lmao. It gets better as it goes on :)