[RL, Tony & Tim] [Backdated to 3/6] Am I Destined To Die the Same way that I Lived?

[peektuttut]

It was an unnaturally bright day in Gotham; Murphy, of course, fated it to be a day Tim was leaving the city. Of course; the irony left him smiling wryly as he waited for his ride in Robinson Park. Spring was coming; it was unusually warm, and in this tree surrounded area,he could hear the birds that had returned to the city. Idly, he wondered if he was listening to Robins; it was hard to tell when they weren't making those threatening PEEK tut tut noises. Running a hand through his hair as the world-hopper arrived, Tim held his breath through the trip, ignoring the sickness it left in his stomach. It was uncomfortable, but nothing unbearable.

Miami. He wasn't sure he'd ever been to Miami; it wasn't some place a case had ever drawn him, and he'd never visited otherwise. It was nice - Tony's house(like it could really just be called a house) was nicer. Tim approached with an appraising eye; he was used to the architecture of the manor, old, classic. This place was new, modern; it felt alive in the strangest sense.

Plastering a smile on his face (it wasn't that hard today; must be the maybe-robins he'd been listening to), Tim made his way to the almost intimidating front door and pressed his index finger against the doorbell.

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And he was lucky that Tony choose the Miami manor for the visit; Malibu was covered in rain, ironically. He'd left Pepper behind to spend the day out here, Jarvis running diagnostics as he hadn't really inhabited or visited since his run-in with the villains of Gotham. He'd managed to get everything back up and running possibly 15 minutes before Tim arrived; the windows were open, the breeze pushing at thin drapes and there was the sound of music floating from one of the vast rooms-- where would take some investigating.

Jarvis confirmed it was who he was expecting and Tony pulled the door open.

"Welcome."

Malubu=/=Miamie. xp

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"Thanks." Tim ran a hand through his hair and stepped forward, looking around Tony to peek inside. "Nice place. Sorry I'm late, got held up." At school. No, he would not like to join the yearbook committee. No, he was terrible at taking pictures. No, he didn't want to help with this project or that.

Tim hated high school.

"So. I'm not really good at the small talk thing." Unless he was acting; and since Tony, oh, read the comic book of his damn life, he figured he wouldn't have to act here. "Why did you want to see me? Besides what I already confirmed?"