Standing with the toes of her boots poking over the head of the gargoyle, Steph closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. 'Hold, two… three… and release…' Slowly exhaling through parted lips that tweaked at the corners into a smile at what was to come, she simply leant forward, and fell.
Adjusting her body as she quickly went into a freefall, plummeting head first down the side of Wayne Tower, a streak of blonde, eggplant and black (or darker purple, depending on who you asked). This fall was well practiced, and had a purpose. The rush of wind, and sensation of weightlessness, removed everything else in the world. Stress from upcoming exams? Gone.
Mind block on a case? Not anymore.
Urge to throttle the rest of the Batfamily? Currently forgotten.
She knew the exact moment when to open her eyes, and pull out of the fall.
The jolt hitting her stomach upon opening her eyes and seeing the pavement approaching at fatal velocity was something she would never get used to, the grin widening, adrenaline coursing through her as she drew the grapple and fired, pulling off to the side at the last possible second before becoming a puddle of Steph Splat.
Could this go wrong one day? Sure, but so could being a vigilante.
Isn't every day really a freefall? ’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’template credit.