Patrolling (open)
Things had been fairly quiet, lately. Almost too quiet, for Layla's tastes. She was getting a little restless, and restless wasn't a state that she handled very well. Or at all, for that matter.
So, she decided to go a patrol around the city after she got off of work. If she couldn't find any skulls to bash in, she'd head back to the Brownstone and fire up the training simulator.
Hawkgirl flew over the city, her mace held firmly by her side, her eyes peeled for anything. So far, nothing.
She'd give it about another hour or so before heading back to the Brownstone for bashing simulator robots.
...And pie. Maybe.
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