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Tim Wayne
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« Thread Started on Aug 12, 2008, 3:25pm » | |
It's been too long.
A dark shadow swoops across the night sky, landing lightly on a slanted roof top. For a second, one might think the figure is losing it's balance, but that second passes by and the dark shadow continues on its way, stalking through the shadows. A sliver of light from a passing car slides over the figure, revealing the red and black costume of Robin.
Been to long since I've haunted these streets as Robin. What with everything going on...
He jumps from the roof of a building, landing among the rubble of a destroyed building. Legacy of the ASAD. He picks his way through, not making a sound. He had been trained by the best, and the best did not accept a Bat member giving his position away.
I'm going to have to see Batman sometime. Not just in a fight for a few brief moments. Have to have a face to face conversation.
Robin climbs up the side of another building, one that's been condemned, using what was left of the fire escape to aid him. At the top of the building, he pauses, his night lenses pure white against the black domino mask that protects Robin's identity. He gazes out over the city, a slight breeze ruffling his lanky black hair back from his face. Out over the city he stares, eyes straining for the movement of those like him. Batman, Huntress. Spoiler.
He's my father.
Tim shakes his head and continues on his way across the building, not in any actual hurry to reach his motorcycle. Sounds of a scuffle reaches Tim's ears and he turns, heading into a sprint as he races across the building leaping from the edge and landing perfectly on the opposite building. More carefully now, he stalks across the building, peering over the edge when he reaches it. The scene of a brawl presents itself before his eyes and he surveys it. A frown stretching across his young features.
I shouldn't get involved.
It's a dozen against two.
Batman wouldn't want me to.
He hated to see people getting hurt becuase he didn't interfere. Someone could die.
I don't like the odds. Maybe I should even them.
With that one last thought, Tim dives into the fight. The element of surprise helps him for a moment, but then the thugs realize who he is. Some of them are new. They've heard of him... But they've never encountered him.
Cocky.
He ducks a lead pipe headed for his face, then slams his fist into the pipe-wielding offender's face.
Untrained.
One of them down for the count, Tim slips out of the way, grabbing the arm of another who had tried to rush him. Using the others momentum he crashes him into the wall, knocking the thug unconscious. Turning to the remaining thugs, he launches himself at one of the bigger ones. Using the knowledge that a sensei had once taught him, he jabs his fingers in a quick succession, hitting several of the large mans pressure points. A he falls down to the ground with a thud, Tim turns to the remainder of the gang.
"Anyone else?"
They run for it. Tim grins in satisfaction, turning to the victims of the fight. After checking them over, he turns his comm-unit on with the press of a button.
"This is Robin. Several people requiring medical attention...at.... the corner of 5th and 6th avenue."
A sqwauk precedes the next response. "Robin? How can we be sure this is really you and not a trap?"
"You can't." he turns the comm-unit off, already disappearing into the shadows of the buildings around him.
Wayne Mansion.
Robin takes the red helmet off, staring up at the impressively lit up mansion before him. Must be one of those events that Bruce loathed to attend of host.... But had to. One booted foot rests against the paved street, ensuring his balance as the nineteen year old vigilante frowned upwards at the mansion. At his home.
Well. He couldn't get in through the front today. Alfred would let him in, but his appearance would cause a bit of stir that Bruce Wayne didn't need. Through the back then.
With a roar, the motorcycle takes off, leaving a black skid mark as Tim accelerates, disappearing around the corner.
Wonder if I still have access.
He does. Slipping his black gauntleted glove back on, the palm scan slipping back into the ground as the cave doors open before him. He accelerates the motorcycle again, this time slowly as he glides into the Bat cave. By now, he's exhausted and wants nothing more than to slip into dream world for a couple hours.
But he has some stuff to take care of first.
Parking the cycle, he slips his mask off and lays it upon the waiting dummy that had just been sitting there... Waiting for it. For him.
Alfred?
Maybe. He lets the thought go and sits silently in the computer chair that rests silently in front of the massive computers. Its comfortable, and he finds himself beginning to nod off. With a growl, he stands up and begins to pace.
As usual, he ends up in front of the glass case that surrounds Jason's costume. There had been so many time throughout his career that Tim had found himself in this very spot, hoping and wishing that he would never let the other hero down.
Now, six years later, he's doing the same thing... And wondering what the other thinks of him now.
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« Reply #1 on Sept 13, 2008, 9:20pm » | |
The stars were dazzling, even from a brightly lit city like Gotham. One wouldn't usually think of the place as "bright" by any stretch of the imagination; it had a reputation, after all. But still, if not for the ominous feel that someone somewhere was plotting something, (or a lot of someones, as was the usual) and the constant reminder that the lower, darker part of the city might not let you walk out alive, Gotham could almost look...well, "cheery" was a bit of a long shot, but it did seem less likely to want to mutilate you.
The sky was clear, the air was comfortably cool, the streets were something close to calm, and Nightwing had to ask himself what exactly he was still doing here.
You should have been back in Bludhaven days ago. THAT's the city that needs you.
The annoying voice in the back of his mind was shoved aside, as it had been all week. He just couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was left undone. He was pointedly avoiding crossing paths with anything stamped "Wayne Industries" or remotely bat-related, but for a moment he reconsidered. Maybe he should...
Just as quickly as the thought appeared, it was doused. As far as he knew, he and Bruce were still on good terms. He didn't want to ruin it by inadvertantly saying the wrong thing and then feuding with the man for a year. But after the whole alien incident in Gotham Square, with Bats missing in action, Nightwing had to wonder. He hadn't yet found out what the reason for that was, since after the fight broke up he was immediately called back to Bludhaven to back up the police on a hostage situation. He'd skipped again over to Gotham just to make sure the other masked heroes had disposed of any straggler aliens, and do what he could to help the city's citizens get back on their feet.
And now he was flying over rooftops, just for kicks, inwardly trying to figure out what his conscience thought he was supposed to be doing.
He hadn't really caught up with anyone since returning to Gotham, but seeking out Huntress, Oracle, and Batgirl would probably be awkward, and he didn't really know where he might find Robin. Wasn't he out of collage these days? Maybe he'd taken refuge at the Manor. Maybe it'd be alright if...
Sounds of a child's laughter echoed up the side of Nightwing's current perch of bricks and cement. Some little boy walking with his parents down the sidewalk, having a good time. The vigilante couldn't help but wonder what there really was to be all that happy about these days, and then kicked himself. He really was becoming more morbid and somber by the day.
Surprisingly, not much was going on amid Gotham's streets. Kids painting graffiti over here, some guy jay-walking over there...if Nightwing wasn't so caught up in his own thoughts, he might have considered yet another patrol of the town boring. Maybe he'd go check out some old criminal hideouts, just to see who thought they'd be overlooked.
Somehow, the black and blue crusader found himself frozen in front of a hidden door, the entrance to one of the many tunnels to the Batcave. Having exchanged the Nightbird for his motorcycle back in Bludhaven, and then leaving the bike parked in the shadow of an ally somewhere, the young man was standing, utterly alone. Just standing there, unmoving, staring at the door. One of the few times he wasn't fidgiting.
His mind was in turmoil; go in and face Bruce, or go back home. Those were his options. No more stalling. Part of him just didn't want the drama, part of him knew he had to at least make an appearence, and a third part of him was sick and tired of being indecisive.
He went in.
His footfalls were next to noiseless, as usual, and since he at least wanted the element of surprise if he encountered a couple of pointy ears. The ridiculous thought of Batman, hearing his old partner coming and taking the opportunity to make a run for it-- was funny in its own way, however impossible it might be. Dick couldn't picture Batman--or Bruce--running from something, unless it was a bomb or the like, but he did at least feel like he was being avoided. He was hoping to finally put those paranoid feelings at rest.
He failed to miss the placement of Robin's mask on the dummy. He knew what that meant. Instantly his eyes found the red and black costume adorning the frame of what used to be a young boy, but who was now so much older. Dick fell in silently behind Tim, taking the opporunity to peel off his own mask, before giving the case holding an old Robin suit his attention.
"Still on your mind, huh?"
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« Reply #2 on Sept 25, 2008, 9:56pm » | |
If it hadn't been for the millenia of hours that Bruce had put Tim through for years, he would have been immensely surprised by Dick's voice coming from his side. As it was, a few muscles tensed as the older man came to his side in front of Jason's memorial.
"Still on your mind, huh?"
"Has it ever left yours?" Tim countered in a soft voice, his blue eyes unblinking, his chapped lips pursed in thought. Those dark blue eyes don't leave the eye slits of the mask that Jason once wore.
The teen wonders thoughts drift to the day he discovered Bruce and Dicks true identities. He had been so elated, so amazed that he, an ordinary pre-adolescent boy, had done what no other had. Amazing what that one discovery had lead to. Both of his parents now dead, him being adopted by Bruce, joining the Titans. That one discovery had lead to some of the most amazing moments Tim would ever live through. How many boys would ever do what he considered normal?
His tough boy demeanor changes slightly as he finally relaxes, bit's of the past floating through his mind. He allows his eyelids to close, just for a few seconds, before opening them again and pacing away from the case. "It's been awhile." Tim speaks again, dark blue eyes intense as his eyes skim over the Cave, remembering those first few days in this very cave, how amazed he had been at everything. Tim felt a sense of nostalgia as he thought of those days. He had been so young and so naive.
The boy, no, no longer a boy, nor a teenager, now a young adult, stretches lithe arms over his head as he slumps back into the computer chair placed in front of the massive super-computer.
"I quit the Titans." he speaks abruptly, aware suddenly of the fact that it had been several precious weeks since he had heard from any of the former Titans he had once been so close to. One gloved hand reaches up to tousle the spiky dark hair inherited from his father. Sighing, he strips both hands of the skin tight gloves and sets them nearby, draping his now naked hands over the arms of the chair.
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