Tim Drake
10 July 2010 @ 02:51 pm
It's a gas. It's - it's fear gas. Crane's fear gas. It's from Gotham, it-- [He breaks off, silent for a few seconds - dealing with his own hallucinations. Skeletal Batman? Check. There are sounds of movement, Tim stumbling around his room and looking for his costume.]

I have an antidote. I need -the lab, or the infirmary. I can make more. I need--

[There's another pause, because he's busy stabbing himself with that antidote.] Cissie, where are you? Martha? Sylar - Sylar, where are you? [He's a little terrified that Sylar will get gassed and use his powers.]
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Tim Drake
09 July 2010 @ 06:14 pm
[Filtered to the infirmary staff]

Has anyone noticed a white coat go missing? If you don't mind, check now.
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Tim Drake
03 July 2010 @ 01:40 am
[Tim has had quite a few painkillers. Later, he'll miss having his injuries treated in a cave, where he can't make a stoned fool of himself. He's still in the infirmary, so spam is totally a possibility here.] God, my cheek is killing me. [Probably because you keep touching it, Tim. He's gingerly rubbing that fractured cheekbone.]

So those, uh. Uhhh the animals. That stopped? Back to normal and everything, right? What the hell was that about? I mean. I mean, man am I glad I didn't turn into something. [And he's going to dissolve into snickering for a moment before he realizes that hurts, too. His free hand is holding his ribs.]

Wilson! What the hell was that? Do you have any, I mean any idea how much you weighed?

A lot. If you didn't.

...Who helped me when I came back? I don't think I know you. Her. You.

[And now Tim futzes with the computer a bit, which shakes the camera around some until he can obsessively feed his paranoia by making sure all his private notes are actually private.]

Privates to: Murphy, Nygma, Cissie, Shego, Crane, Ruby, Joker, and Sylar )
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Tim Drake
19 March 2010 @ 10:31 pm
[Private to Cissie]

Has that 11-12 guy been asking you questions?
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