Another in a long string of brilliant ideas

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Flamebird sits on the rooftop, waiting for Owlman to come back. She didn't have to go very far to get any food. There is a taco truck that she used to frequent when she lived here that still recognizes her. Hell, they remembered what she used to order and packed it up right for her. So, it took her all of twenty minutes to get her food and come back to wait for him to return.

She has that much time to wonder what the hell she's doing. This really doesn't seem like a good plan. Maybe the guy is new at this and he doesn't realize he's a little creepy... Leaning back in the sun, Bette thinks about sliding her goggles off but then remembers where she is and there are probably more telephoto lenses in the 5 mile radius of this building than almost anywhere else on earth.

The clean-up from the attack seems to be going well. For all that it was powerful and destructive, it didn't seem to last too long.

Thank goodness for small favors.