Turn Your Back Like You Always Do

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Note: This thread takes place at the same time as Can't Keep My Eye Off You. I'm looking for someone to help her fight the robot. It can be pretty much anyone, from a civilian or cop to a supervillain or superhero.

On her way from Gotham to Metropolis, taking the bridge between them from Cape May to Lewes, C.C. peered up ahead, now able to see the source of the slow traffic on the bridge. A large truck with an oversize load was parked, taking up two of the four lanes on the bridge. She looked the scene over, watching the flag person divert cars around it, along the other two lanes. Either the truck hadn't been there long or it wasn't meant to stay there for much longer, as there were no signs leading up to it or cones around the truck. C.C. narrowed her eyes. She glanced at the rear view mirror as she heard horns start blaring. A tractor trailer not far behind her had crossed all four lanes of traffic, preventing any cars from moving forward. She looked back to the tarp covering the oversize load. Something under it was emitting a red glow. “Hn.” Swiftly unbuckling, C.C. opened her door and lurched to the left, just as an electical orb tore through the tarp and hit the front end of her car, exploding and sending it up into the air and off the bridge. She tumbled several feet down the bridge, before ending up on her hands and knees in the middle of the leftmost lane. The groan of hydraulics and shifting of gears drew her attention back to the oversize load, where the tarp shifted and tore as a huge robot (link) stood up from its compact form. She stood up, dusting off her suit as a car swerved around her, and quickly looked around. The few cars ahead of the tractor trailer that had blocked the road were quickly moving away, and oncoming cars had all stopped dead in their tracks, leaving the immediate area of the bridge empty. Behind her the tractor trailer blocked her path, and in front of her was the giant robot. “Well... you have me. What will you do with me?” The energy weapon started charging up again. “Oh, I see...” Trapped on the bridge, C.C. was practically a sitting duck. She could risk fighting back, or try and hold out for help to arrive. Given her location, there were few possibilities for rescuers. The facts that this had all been planned for her extermination and that she couldn't expose herself here were annoying at best. The fact that the robot she was looking at was one of her designs was what had her really ticked off. The problem was, she had never built one. She had abandoned the designs in favor of superior ones. Someone had apparently stolen them and was trying to kill her. She was naturally upset.

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Flying high overhead, Hawkgirl pays little attention to the traffic situation on the bridge below. While disruptions in its flow certainly are a problem, it's not her sort of problem. Traffic snarls are better handled by people more accustomed to being on the ground, anyway, and she already has most of her attention focused on Gotham, where she's headed.

However, the sound of an explosion suddenly attracts her attention to the bridge below, and she's surprised by what she sees: a car flying away from a giant robot, who now has its sights set on its former occupant. Now that is her sort of problem! But why does such a large robot seem targeted on what appears to be a fairly ordinary civilian woman?

However, Hawkgirl has always been one to smash things first and ask questions later, so she doesn't dwell on that question for more than one millisecond before pulling her mace from her belt and heading into a dive for the robot's head. But while most would say that she was in the right place at the right time, for that to be really true she'd have had to be flying lower: she's fast, but not fast enough to put herself between the robot and the woman before it'll have a chance to fire.

"Up here, you big pile of scrap metal!" she yells at it, hoping that it's been programmed to have some sense of self-preservation and therefore recognizes that dealing with her is more important than firing on the woman. Otherwise she can only hope that it takes a long time for that weapon to charge or that the woman has some very good reflexes.