Tim Drake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
peektuttut) wrote2012-05-31 08:50 pm
peektuttut) wrote2012-05-31 08:50 pm
Entry tags:
- [comm] lastvoyages,
- at least he isn't prime,
- awesome behind the scenes work,
- captain america fuck yeah,
- captain kirk's awesome again,
- dean you're basically au dick,
- i'm 83% sure this won't kill you,
- ivy please stop making man eating plants,
- port,
- shego isn't quite my catwoman anymore,
- so buffy i hear you're good with a stake,
- steph complicates things,
- sup merlin i'm not spying :v,
- superboy isn't conner,
- titans together
➹ 96 | Voice
[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))
[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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Next year.
You okay?
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How was your vacation?
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Guess you stayed on board?
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There were a few more people Cassie wanted to search for after parting ways with a beat up Superboy, but first she needed to visit the bathroom.
She wished she hadn't looked at herself in the mirror, but dwelling on appearances at this point was shallow and immature. Cassie turned the cold water knob on the sink and took a long, deep breath, before washing her face with the cold water. For the moment it would help her feel more awake. Combing back the wet, and tangled hair that hadn't touched shampoo in days, Cassie stepped out of the bathroom and headed for her cabin.
So absorbed in typing a message to the network Cassie almost ignored the quiet billowing of the cape as the man wearing it passed her, but stream of red caused her to do a double take.]
Tim? [ Cassie was sure it was him, but also wasn't because she had never seen that costume before. In fact, she hadn't really seen Tim at all. Wow. ]
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[But that didn't stop him from looking her over, taking in every bruise, assessing the fights she'd seen and the damage she'd taken.] You okay?
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i thought it was Red Robin? [ What she means is "You okay, Redwing?" ]
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