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[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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[Dick hadn't even realized it had happened at first. One minute, he'd been on the bridge with Capa and John, and the next, he was in his cabin, still in his Nightwing suit, sans mask, still feeling like he'd been beat to shit, maybe with some blood crusted on his face from the cut on his cheek he hadn't quite gotten around to treating.

What the fuck had just happened.

But as soon as he got his bearings, he was racing up on deck, to the CES, somehow managing to draw on some energy reserve he hadn't used up yet and as soon as he saw people were leaving, raced inside to find Tim.

It didn't take long. He called to him before he got close. Be prepared for a hug, buddy.]

Tim!

[Oh he was prepared. He was already heading out, rubbing his eyes and rolling his shoulders, because falling face first into the grass was not a thing he wanted to experience. He looked up when he heard his name, and offered a tired smile.]

If you tackle me for a hug, I will punch you when I have the urge to lift my arms again.

[Yeah, Dick is just going to ignore that in favor of running over and hugging him. It's not a tackle though, and after the initial squeeze, it's actually pretty gentle, just in case Tim was hurt. He's just really glad to see you're alive and in one piece. :|]

[Okay as long as he doesn't lose his feet, we're good. Tim's hugging back in a very tired fashion, patting Dick's back.] Okay. I'm here and in mostly one piece. [Scratches and bruises and cuts and scrapes do not count.] You gonna tell me what happened now?

[He hugs him a little tighter for a moment before pulling back, putting a hand gently on his shoulder.] Sure. Can you walk? How are you feeling?

I can walk. I'm tired and I could use a drink. But I can walk. So start talking. [Because he is starting his walking.]

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[Groans.] The infirmary is back.

Were you in it?

Yes.

What happened?

I decided to prove to the faceless creatures in the infirmary that powers or no, I couldn't be herded like a sheep.

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[Eddie's currently departing the CES to get water and sleep, but he manages to send this:]

Go infirmary > water > medical attention > food > sleep. Not necessarily in that order.

[Smart man.]

Working on it. Same to you.

You had better believe you're going to be scanned. [When he's not exhausted.]

Okay. Can I sleep first? [Dead on feet. :c]

I'll scan you while you're sleeping. [Go to bed, Tim. And be efficient.]

[He wants to, but he is also a paranoid fuck. :c] I'll come in once I wake up. Promise.

[By the time David makes it up to the deck, the giant spider monster's already been killed. The dead thing's corpse reminds him uncomfortably of Rachel. No sign of who killed it, but he gives it a wide berth anyway. No sense tempting fate.

He lifts the pendant to open the CES, expecting the worst. Sleet, snow, hurricane winds. Instead he's greeted by a clear blue sky. A gentle breeze. And a moment later, Flagg's pendant vanishes from around his neck.

It's not too hard to figure out why.

Finding Tim is easy - like anyone from Gotham, he took the high ground. Hands in his pockets, David watches him for a moment before ambling over as he swings down.

He wants to ask if he's okay. He wants to ask what happened. Instead he nudges the makeshift staff Tim dropped over the roof with his sneaker.]

Nice stick. Beat off anything with it?

[Tim is half bent over when he spots DAvid, rubbing one of his knees. The smiles tiredly at the question.]

A few staffers. My hands would be a wreck if Jaime hadn't found it for me.

[His hands are kind of a mess anyway. Fighting without gear his hard. His knuckles are bruised and split all over.]

[Seeing the shape Tim's in, David almost winces. Flagg had told him that everyone he'd put in the CES would be safe.

Clearly, that hadn't been the case. But part of him had known Flagg was lying even then.]

Guess it's really over then, huh? What happens now?

[Tim snorted at that, and hesitated before bending and picking up the stick again. Stupid. He shouldn't have dropped it in the first place. Just in case.]

Sleep, mostly. Tonight's probably going to see a lot of people passing out. [He glanced sidelong at David, trying to tell himself to wake up and talk, but mostly only interested in searching the buildings.]

So.

[David doesn't stop him. He's still armed, but he looks like he's barely got the energy to pull the big energy blaster off his back, let alone use it.]

Yeah. Probably. [He looks away quick when Tim glances at him, shifting his attention to his shoes instead. He's silent for a moment, kicking a stray rock.]

... you were right. Again.

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