Tim Drake
19 November 2012 @ 01:49 pm
[When the audio clicks on, it's very quiet - the sort of silence that's bone deep, the kind you feel in the middle of the woods during a snow storm. Tim takes his time before speaking, and when he does, his voice is a little deeper than usual.]

I hate the snow. Just reminds me of the times Gotham almost froze over. Kind of reminds me of Gotham in general, I guess. There's all this pure, untouched snow - and then you walk, or drive through it, and it gets ruined, mixes with dirt, turns to slush and soaks through your clothes until all you can feel is cold.

I hate it.

[The audio clicks off, but a few beats later, it comes back:] I think there's an attic. I'm gonna check it out.

[Private to Kon]

Everything still feeling, uh - not deteriorating? [He's a little less delicate than normal, but it's not ringing an alarm bells for him.]

[Private to friends]

I'm heading up. Anyone want to come?

[A beat, and he takes a sharp breath, then lets it out. Whatever concerned him stopped concerning him pretty quickly.] And yell if you find anything interesting. I want to look around.
 
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Tim Drake
29 September 2012 @ 07:58 pm
[The audio clicks on, and Tim's quiet for a moment, like he's rethinking alerting the Barge at all. There's a very quiet sigh, and then something that might have been a meow.]

Claudia's gone. I've got her cat, but all her stuff is gone. Looks like the Admiral changed his mind again. [The bitterness is audible, and he clicks the communicator off.]

[Filtered to Cass, Aya, Buffy, Steph]

[A little while after his first announcement, he adds a few messages:] How are you guys doing?

[Private to Kon]

Hey. [God he really doesn't know how to do this on the best of days, and this is not the best of days. This isn't the Kon he grew up with, this isn't the Kon who's saved his life, and whose he's saved. Although the latter isn't quite true anymore. Tim pauses for a long moment; he doesn't even know if Kon will be awake, or bother replying to this when he is.] Just checking in, I guess. I don't know. Don't worry about this when you wake up.

[Private to Luther]

Got a minute?
 
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Tim Drake
04 September 2012 @ 11:11 am
[Warden Filter | voice]

I, ah. [He falters for a moment, not altogether sure he wants to ask this to the wardens as a whole; but he gathers himself, and powers through.]

I know we're really severely lacking in psychologists here, but I was hoping someone would have experience dealing with suicidal thoughts. [He pauses, and there's some shuffling in the background.] Mine is kind of..lacking. I could use the help.

[And hastily added later:] Uh, not for me - sorry.I'm asking on behalf of a friend.

[Private to Tosh]

Is there any chance you have some free time on your hands?

[Private to Kon]

[Hnn he has been putting this off - BECAUSE IT WENT SO WELL IN HIS UNIVERSE - but that isn't fair to Kon, in the end. So eventually, he'll get around to sending this message.]

Is there a Lex Luthor in your universe?

[Private to Dean]

I made some headway on his DNA. [He would very much like an abort button but he is a Responsible Adult so he has to ping Dean on this. Even if it's a few weeks/months late]

[Private to Kara | video]

I seem to recall agreeing to watch a movie. You wanted a romance, right? [He knows how to tease! Even if it's a little stiff, because everything else he has going on right now is pretty serious.]

[Private to Ivy]

[He wasn't going to add this note at all, and has definitely written and deleted a few drafts before settling on:] How are you doing?

[Private to Tony | video]

[The video clicks on for this one, and Tim is looking maaaybe a little smug.] I worked out the kinks in the coding. [And he personalized it. A little. Okay, more than a little.] Say hello to Alfred 2.0. I think I'll call him Alfie.

[A mechanical, British voice comes across the feed, disembodied because it's coming from his computer.] If you must, sir.

[Okay Tim is looking pretty smug.]
 
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Tim Drake
31 May 2012 @ 08:50 pm
[Warden Filter]

[Just before the end of port:] I think I've found a cure for the Titan. I can't say one hundred percent, but if anyone feels like they'd rather trust this than the Admiral, I've got it. Your choice.

[Private to Dick]

[This is his silent sorry I haven't been in the field. :c Also before port ends.] I wanted to leave them with their best possible chance.

[After port ends - Private to friends and anyone he's been guiding to in-need areas]

Check in.

[Private to Luther]

[and a while later, after he's changed and safely hidden in his room and you know, wearing clothes again:]

Looks like it's a good thing we ran into each other when we did.

[Open Spam]

[And just like that, they're back. He got the cure to the police just in time, it seemed. They'd have a shot. They could make it.

He closed his eyes and smiled; behind his eyelids, he could see it. Batman diving into the fray, criminals running terrified. He'd been close enough, on a lower roof, to see the Bat symbol on his chest, and thought Dick could look a lot like him in the suit, Tim had known he was looking at Bruce. He was alive, he was back, and that - and the cure - would have to be good enough. That Gotham wouldn't implode on itself again.

Tim leaned back against the railing on the deck - why couldn't he have wound up in his room? - and laughed. The costume was still on, his cape felt heavy around his shoulders, and the mask was in place. He knew he couldn't stay here like this, but he paused and laughed anyway, because Bruce was back in that universe, too. Bruce always came back, it seemed.

He didn't have a problem with that.

When the aches and exhaustion of the past few days settled on him, heavier than his cape, Tim pushed away from the rail and headed into the Barge. He'd duck into the nearest inmate bathroom and change; enough people had popped up in underwear that walking back in that wouldn't be too conspicuous. He'd managed to stay mostly out of sight for the entire port, he'd hate to be spotted now.]



((OOC: Other tags are forthcoming, I promise, I've just been super slow lately and wanted to get this out before too much time had passed. :C))
 
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Tim Drake
28 May 2012 @ 10:10 pm
All right, I need everyone to listen up. Gotham's a big city, and there are a lot of people still trapped here. Worse, there more people who want to take advantage of this. I know most of you have seen this first hand by now. I've got the equipment and the experience here to keep eyes on most of the city, but I'm going to need cooperation here. I know a lot of you want to help, and that's all I'm asking for here.

Robinson Park, for the time being, is off limits. [He sees your monster trees on satellite, Ivy, and he does not like. B|] But there's a situation in Aparo Park that needs attention; ping me for details. [Because he knows not everyone listening is keen on helping, and he isn't about to make things worse for these people.] Same for the Heights; if anyone can spare the time and attention, I've got a lot of places that need to be hit.

[Edited in a few minutes later:] There's a drug called Titan on the streets. It seems to have a direct physical affect - basically an instant bulk up. Can't speak for the side effects, but if it's based on Venom - and I'd guess it is - then I'm willing to bet there are some ugly ones. If you run into anyone on this stuff, be careful - and send me any info you can.

Privates to Cassie, Superboy, Steph, Shego, Kirk, Steve, Merlin, Buffy, Dean, Sara, Dracula, Claire, Ivy, Nygma, and Crane. )


((OOC: Yup Tim's doing just what I promised and playing dispatch/micromanaging everything he can. I promise I don't mean to spoil anything and saying no is totally cool, but Tim will be a bitch about it because he just wants to make Gotham safe damn it, she is his baby. If you need any details on the locations, you can ping me, I have spent way too much time on Gotham locales, idk what my life is. :c))
 
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Tim Drake
23 May 2012 @ 01:11 pm
I would consider selling a kidney for some of Snape's dreamless sleep potions. Does anyone know how to make them? Or...any version of them, really. I'll take anything. [Because lol despite it being over, he is not sleeping easily at all. He's down to maybe an hour or two, and man it sucks.]

[Private to Merlin]

You wouldn't have an, I don't know, sleep drought on hand, would you? [Potions are so not his go to, but. You learn to make exceptions.

And also there are other things to talk about, huh.]
Do you, uh. Remember that dream? [Totally vague here. On the off chance Merlin forgot he's a masked crime fighter. :v]

[Private to Superboy]

I've been examining your DNA sample. [Hn to do this over the network or in person.] We should talk. Come by my room.

[Private to Shego]

This only talking during floods and when things go horribly wrong thing kind of sucks. [Can we maybe work this out :c]

[Private to Steph]

How was the party? [Not 'why did Claire go running to your door to squeal with you.' Not yet. :v]
 
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