Tim Drake
17 December 2012 @ 01:24 pm
[The video clicks on as Tim is sitting back down, and he glances at the camera once before looking down. He doesn't look like he's rethinking this post - just like he's gathering his thoughts. When he's ready, he looks up again, ready to make eye contact with anyone watching.]

I'm about a month shy of being here for three years. I've had three inmates. Two of them graduated. [There's the tiniest flicker; David reminded him too much of Dodge, and neither of them got the chances they needed. But it passes quickly.] Luther's gone, now, and I sat down a few hours ago to figure out what my next deal should be for. And at some point I realized - I could be doing that again in a year. And a year after that. And maybe five years after that. I could still be playing negotiator with the Admiral when I'm thirty.

And I don't want to spend my life here. I don't want to finish growing up here.

I've made a lot of mistakes, and there are - so many things, people I could make deals for, here. I could change everything back home. I could leave here in fifteen years and be a teenager again in a completely new world. [And there's a dull light in his eyes as he looks into some middle distance, like he can see that world and it's good.]

But you know what? My life back home wasn't that bad. People there need me. Gotham needs me. [That is as close as he'll get to openly admitting that he's a masked vigilante.] And I would - give anything to see my dad again, but I know he'd be disappointed in me for wasting years here just for him. And I don't want to disappoint him.

[He ducks his head, smiling a little down at his lap.] I won't disappoint him.

So I'm leaving. [He looks back up, and the smile is a little sad, but it's confident. It might even be content.] Tonight. It's been...[He laughs quietly.] It's been real.

[Private to Dick]

Any chance you'll take Jinks? I think it'd be inhumane to take him with me.

[Note for Kon, left in his room]

I'll be gone by the time you're back, but I didn't want to leave you empty handed. I'm glad to have met you, even if you had to be here for it to happen. The formula for the serum's on the back of this, and I left a sample, just in case.

Take care of yourself. And take care of everyone else.

Tim


[Private to Jason]

You're still an asshole, but don't waste this. [He will probably not be replying, he still doesn't want to talk to you bro, you tried to kill him too many times. B(]

[Private to the Admiral]

I want to visit some people who have gone before I go back to Gotham. I'm sure you can make that happen.

(OOC: Open to all kinds of goodbye spam! And don't remove him yet, he'll be back. 8])
 
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Tim Drake
16 July 2012 @ 12:56 pm
[There is some very tiny meowing in the background, if anyone's listening close enough.]

Claudia's gone too, if anyone's looking for her. Looks like she's coming back. [But he sounds not super okay because WHAT DOES THIS NOTE MEAN, CLAUDIA, HE IS V. CONFUSED. :C]

[Private to Willow]

If you need something, I'll do my best to deal with it.

[Private to Dick]

Can we get a drink or something? Or will you lecture me.

[Private to Kirk]

Just tell me straight up, is asking you for advice a monumentally terrible idea?
 
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Tim Drake
07 July 2012 @ 05:43 pm
So Claudia had this great idea a few weeks ago, and given the lightness of the mood around here lately...Well, we were thinking laser tag would be a great addition to the Barge. I've been messing around with laser weapons, and vests - it's a really basic transmit/receive system - and I might have a few almost finished prototypes.

Would anyone actually be interested in a game? [Slightly sheepish, he isn't sure if he's too old to be asking about laser tag, but laser tag is awesome so shut up doubts.] We could throw in elements of capture the flag, make it really involved. It would be a good way to spend some excess energy, I figure.

[Private to Claudia]

Hope you don't mind I spilled the beans, but I do have a prototype, if you want to take a look at it. It's still really basic. [I.e., feel free to upgrade it. 8)]

[Private to Dick]

Want to watch a movie?

[Private to Sara]

Hey, uh. This is a little awkward, but Dick mentioned running into you during port. Did he seem...himself?

[Private to Luther]

How do you feel about basketball?

[Open spam]

[Usually, Tim would just eat in his cabin. He had his whole apartment in there, and his kitchen tended to be better stocked than the Barge kitchen, especially when they were low on help and they ate sandwiches for days on end. Tim had gotten picky(er) about his food in the past few years, and day after day of ham sandwiches were not conducive to putting on spandex and kevlar and doing backflips.

So normally, he'd keep to his dining room, with his egg whites and his salads, but today he was tired of staring at the same walls, with no one there to eat with. So he headed out in the afternoon, pausing long enough to lock his door (which looked simple as a key in a lock, but really was much more complex than that because Tim is a paranoid weirdo) before heading down the corridor to the mess hall. There he got the dreaded, calorie consuming sandwich, and a soda. He hadn't had a Zesti in way too long, and what they had here wasn't an exact match, but it was close enough.

He picked a table closer to the center of the hall than he usually sat, but kept his back to the emptiest section, keeping the entrance in view. Old habits die hard.]
 
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Tim Drake
07 April 2012 @ 09:16 pm
I never realized how mind numbing this place can be without an inmate. [Without someone to focus on while secretly angsting and freaking out, anyway.]

[Private to Zuko]

Your sister's here. Thought you'd want a heads up.

[Private to Cissie]

You talked to him. [Why is he an inmate, where is he from, he isn't Prime right but WHAT IS HAPPENING. :c]

[Private to Dick]

I think this could only be worse if he was Prime.

[Private to Merlin]

I heard some noise in the hall the other day. [Like you getting slapped :v] Everything okay?
 
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Tim Drake
01 November 2011 @ 10:38 pm
[Tim is still in the CES, and the angle would indicate he's on the roof of one of those buildings. Because this is what Robins of all generations do. They climb buildings and stand on roofs.]

The staffers are gone.

[He sounds so tired, and the circles under his eyes are intense, but he isn't booking it out of there yet.]

The door showed up, and the rain stopped. [He's turning away, hiding a yawn.] I'm going to check all the buildings, make sure everyone's getting out okay. [Those who survived did anyone even die in this death trap anyway.]

Is the infirmary back? The choices here were exposure or monster: a lot of us are going to need it. [Someone make him go too. :|]

[Private to Dick]

Can I stop checking in now?

[SPAM in the CES]

[Tim stayed on top of the small building for the duration of his post, and then a little longer to watch a few people leave. Then he dropped his makeshift staff over the edge of the roof, pocketed the communicator, and swung back down to the ground to make good on his promise to check the houses.]
 
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Tim Drake
05 September 2011 @ 04:38 pm
[Private to Sylar]

We need to talk.

[Private separately to Dick and Cissie]

I'm going home for a while. I shouldn't be long.

[Public, posted after the talking to the above]

[It sounds rehearsed, and maybe it is. Carefully picked out words that convey what he's doing and not why.]

I'm heading home later today. I'll be back soon. If there are any requests from Gotham, let me know.
 
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Tim Drake
11 August 2011 @ 10:36 am
I think our ages have been inverted. A thirty-one-year-old becomes thirteen, a twenty-nine-year-old becomes ninety-two. Seems more likely than arbitrary aging and deaging.

[The video clicks on, an Tim is rocking that widow's peak at a very old 91. He looks like he could use a nap, but can't take one.]

Sylar, I hope you're not affected. You should still be in your twenties, at least.

You know, I never expected to live this long. [It's thoughtful, and he mostly didn't intend to say it out loud.]

[Private to Dick]

Sound off.

[Private to Cissie]

I'm wondering if this is a good time to have it out. Since we might break a hip if we get too worked up.
 
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Tim Drake
05 May 2011 @ 11:15 pm
[So after this beautiful moment in their relationship, Tim decided that what he really needed was to research why people occasionally feel the need to drown their sorrows. Tim is a very good researcher

He is also very drunk.

Dick seriously you should not have left him to his own devices.]


Am I, I mean am I weird for thinking that, you know, that when you sleep with someone it means you really love them? I don't know, maybe it's really old fashioned, or, I don't know just old, but that's how I feel about it, and I guess I don't know why anyone would want to be close like that with someone if you didn't.

And you know what? It's like, it's like - [YOU CAN SO SEE THE LIGHTBULB TURNING ON OVER HIS HEAD] it's like making love is a doorway. But it's a one-way trip, because you step through and you can't go back, and it's not a step you take if you don't love someone. Right? Isn't it?

I mean am I totally and completely out of date here? I just think that--

[It's at this point that there is some serious pounding on his door, and Tim looks up.]

Tim, open the door! [Yep, that's definitely Dick yelling. And then pausing.] You come up with the worst metaphors!

[Barge, this is Tim's stubborn face. He's kind of forgotten that the device is still on.] No! I said I was fine, go back to your, you know, your place!

Tim, seriously, open the door right now before you embarrass yourself. [A beat.] I mean, more than you already managed to. [And after realizing that this is still broadcasting:] Put the comm down!

[Instead of following sensible advice, however, Tim is picking up his device and trying to drag a chair over to barricade the door. Movement seems quite wobbly.] I just want to say what I'm thinking, and I'm thinking that sex is a very loving doorway! There's nothing wrong with my metaphors.


((OOC: This would be Tim recycling a speech from when he was fifteen. Please mock him mercilessly. Obviously, blue speech is Dick's!))
 
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Tim Drake
14 April 2011 @ 10:37 pm
[Tim does not mean to turn on the video function. In fact, he wasn't planning on making this post till later, but he's lounging in bed, and there is a superdog that has decided the bed is his. Int he ensuing struggle, the video is turned on, and the screen is filled with a super nose. It pulls back enough to get a skewed video of Krypto while Tim practically wrestles the dog. And fails.]

Down, down you stupid - no, no, don't growl - don't look at me like that, you - good dog, good dog, now will you please just get off my bed? Off? Off. Down?

[This is when Krypto starts barking. Then starts howling.] Would you please shut the hell up? I know, I know, I miss him too, now you you just - woah!

[And that would be Tim falling off the bed in an attempt to push Krypto off. There's some shuffling, then a very loud sigh as Tim settles next to Krypto on t he bed, and picks up his device.] Fine, you win.

[He notices the recording light, and grimaces.] Sorry. [Off the feed clicks.]

[Private to Dick and Jason, separately]

[Ahaha awkward.] Did you talk to...some other me, during that last flood?

[Private to Bruce]

He isn't Batman yet. Don't take out your problems on him. [But he isn't chastising, not at all; he's telling Bruce to come to him instead.]

[Private to Shego]

So I met another, uh, me when the network was flooded. Saw you talked to that Pavi guy.

[Private to Cissie]

How's it going? [He wants to make sure she's okay with Conner taking off for a while. HE KNOWS HIS FRIENDS.]

[Private to Steph]

...Are we still not talking?

[Private to Patrick]

[Edited in a bit later:] What's going on with Jason?
 
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Tim Drake
24 February 2011 @ 02:05 am
[Behold! Tim is capable of returning from a canon update without landing with a loud and resounding kerthunk on his floor. In fact, he is very comfortable sitting right here on his bed, device in hand.]

Hey. I'm back. [LIKE HE PROMISED. c: See guys, no reason to hate him forever.] What'd I miss?

[Private to Sylar]

Still mad at me?

[Private to Shego]

Got you something. Are you free, can I stop by?

[Private to Dick]

So am I eating these cookies on my own, or what?

[Private to Vince]

Please tell me you're not drunk.
 
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Tim Drake
21 February 2011 @ 10:50 am
[THE TIME HAS COME, THE WALRUS SAID. Tim is sitting on his bed, communicator in his hands, and there is a little smile on his face because despite everything, he is actually excited to make this post. Well, he's excited to make this post and leave, mostly.]

I need to head home for a few days. I don't know how much time I'll need there, but I'm hoping it won't be long, here. [He would blackmail the Admiral, if he could think of a way.] Some things have happened, apparently, and - well, there's something I need to take care of.

[He needs to go get a hug from daddy number two. :C]

[Private to Shego]

Any requests from Gotham?

[Private to friends - Cissie, Kirk, Dick, Kon, Molly, Wally, Steph, Martha, Seven, if you think you should be in here, come ask!]

My, uh - [He isn't sure what Kirk and Molly and Seven know about Bruce, so he's just. Leaving that bit out.] My dad's back, and he was the reason I'm here, so. [Pause pause he really wants to goooo.]

I'll be back. [And that look is for those of you with abandonment issues.] I promise. It shouldn't be long.

[Private to Sylar]

I'll do what I can to be back soon. What other wardens are you comfortable with?

[Private to Trip, added later]

You might want to check on Vince.
 
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