|_redbird (_redbird) wrote in clockwork_rp,|
@ 2008-10-17 04:17:00
|Entry tags:||nightwing::flying_solo, robin::_redbird|
Who: Robin II and Robin I
What: are bonding again, this time with extra daemon
Where: while whirling across the city skies
When: late at Bat-night
Warnings: with interludes for adorable Superman anecdotes and some heavy angst. Tim's turn to talk about Two-Face. Also it is kind of long. B| No, really long. Long log is long like longcat.
Launch: AND I talk.
*smug duck quacks with smugness*
Bro. Launchpad. Launchpad. My bro.
Uh, nice to meet you, Launchpad. This is Delilah.
No bro, just. She's a. BDb
*Smirk* Noticed that too, huh?
Launchpad: Yeah yeah, we're all observational geniuses. Are we goin' out or what.
*flapflapflap, juvenile duck flies just enough to get a better look at Delilah*
Delilah: *Flutters* Are you always so impatient?
Launchpad: *poke poke, this is too curious and good-natured to be a peck* Only when it's worth it. C'mon.
Delilah: *Ruffles* Keep your feathers on, we're almost ready.
*digging around in the closet here* So bro. Magic closets. I admit I totally didn't believe it.
But I gotta say.
Magic closets? o.O
Yeah! Closets, give you whatever you want. *oh look, it's a ribbon-style eyemask. Huh, pre-domino age.*
... ... Or whatever you ask for, anyway. BD
*stepping back. Wow, it's been a long time since I saw a yellow cape without a black front. BD*
. . . is that . . . my costume?
Sure looks like yours. B'
I never wore the shortpants.
I guess I can't blame you, your costume looks a lot warmer.
Launchpad: I think it looks pretty freaking cool.
*duck in ur closet, feather on ur shoes*
I'll be right back! *Grabbing the shortpants and all and running to get changed and comes back in a whirl of yellow* How do I look? 8)
. . . o_o
Launchpad: *UP IN UR STUFF LOOKIN YOU OVER* Awesome!!!
o.o . . . *holy shit, it's Robin the Boy Wonder.*
Delilah: *Trying to make sure he doesn't ruin anything* -.-;;;
*sorry, this is like Santa and the Easter Bunny really exist, here. Gimme another two seconds of TOTAL AWE*
Lookin' good, bro. B]
*Sigh of relief* It feels good to wear it again. 8)
B]b Suits you. Ready?
Let's go! 8)b
*pchow! Grapple AWAY. Oh hey, when Launchpad spreads his wings there are red markings under there, how awesome is that.*
*Grappling along after you, this whole thing is totally the most awesome thing ever* Yahoo! 8D
*hahaha holy shit Dick just SAID something during flight* BDDD
Launchpad: *laughing, quacking, dive-bombing the next grapple arc just to snag Tim's cape*
BD *grinning at you, too trained to laugh but wheeeeeeeeeeeee*
Delilah: *Is nestled comfortably under the collar of Dick's cape*
*Grinning right back* Hey, how long did you say you've been at it?
Uhhhh, a year n' change? *pchow! My swing style is safer than yours, but then I don't do so well with daring last-second acrobatic saves*
You're like, what, you said six months in? And then ninja school. BD
Just about, yeah. So *grin* you should have no problem keeping up. *Yeah, we're totally showing off now*
*psht, just 'cuz I'm not so flashy - whoa, that was really cool, I see wut u did thar o.o*
*still faster than you! more efficient. Two buildings ahead and turning around midswing just to WATCH.*
*grappling backwards? well, he's got the next three shots in memory. It's only a LITTLE reckless.*
*after that he's finding 'em by lookin' upside down. BD*
*Adds a little extra flair since you're watching, it's been a while since he's had a real audience* 8D
*whoops, just ran out of downtown. Cling to the last grapple then, wheeeEEEEEeeee swinging around in a new direction!*
*er. Next grapplespot? OH THERE IT IS yeah we still got a whole three-quarters-of-a-second left.*
*Not bad, not bad at all, but* You should pay more attention to where you're going. *Still grinning, yus*
Why bother? I got priorities. BD
*just for that, I'm not lookin' for this next shot.*
*it hits just FINE, thanks.*
*Yuh huh, and what if it hadn't? 8|*
BD *Woulda pulled off a last-second save? It HAPPENS*
*Pfft, as if I wouldn't be there to save your red butt*
*That too. Also likewise. Y'don't think that move's a little too flashy?*
*Tch, there's no such thing 8D*
*Thought so too!* BD Showoff.
*Grin* You don't seem to mind too much.
Are you kidding!? BDD
Hey. Heyyyy!! BD
*grapples above and ahead of you slightly, pulls a loooong swing from a high point, and HOLDS OUT HIS HANDS* BD!
. . . *smirks, gives himself a good long start with enough momentum that when he lets go he flies out towards you arms oustretched*
*this is the coolest thing ever*
*and I can concentrate on the swing and my foot in the grapple, srsly, and wheee, out you go into the sky!*
*holy what, I just tossed a yellow-caped twelve-year-old into space and he is totally going to sprout wings, and I get to see* BD
*Flip and woo! Arms out, cape billowing behind him, and riding out the fall 'til the absolute last second before KA-CHINK there goes the grapple finally, swooping back up and laughing all the way* 8D
BD ... ... BD ... ... Bo ... ... BO ... ... DB!! *PLUMMETING AFTER YOU* ... ... *kachunk* to a point lower than yours because less prepared for that ... ... BT
B] *swingin' below you, wut. Awed duck clinging to the cape and staring up*
*Swinging up onto random rooftop #283 and waiting for you* 8)
*oh it's totally time for me to show off. Grapple around the corner!*
*whoosh, whoosh. Doesn't come up.*
. . . *goes to peek around said corner*
*RIGHT BEHIND YOU*
Pretty smooth, brother mine.
You too! I didn't think there was anyone out there that could rival Batman's stealth skills. 8D
Have you know I beat Batman's stealth skills. BDDD
How'dya think I kept this job?
I dunno, I thought maybe he liked your fashion sense. ;D
B'D don't tell me he had any problems with yours.
*Shrug* None that he ever mentioned to me, but yours is a little more, uh, traditional, I guess.
*Looking at the color-coordinated undies/gloves/cape/boots set*
BD what can I say? I like the classics.
And when I teamed up with Superman I wasn't even the brightest-colored bird on the block.
*SO CASUAL, Launchpad puffs self up*
. . . *now we are definitely in awe* You teamed up with Superman?! 8OOO!!!
... hahahaha okay bro. *Sitting on the edge! C'mere.* So Batman went missing, right. Or well, ...
*Sitting down, yay storytime /o/*
BD *this story has gesticulation. And hilarious accounts of Superman dropping thugs in a fridge truck and then dropping a car to shut 'em in. And did YOU know they were all buddy-buddy? And then Supes put on the BATSUIT 'cuz the SIGNAL...*
*And you totally now have your very own Robin v1.5 fanboy, congratulations*
*adlskgjfd BD coolest night EVER so worth it and so anyway Superman beat up Bane and I got the Riddler and it turned out to be BRAINIAC, who's kindova punch-it-hard-enough problem, so Supes got to do that while I took care'a Mister Wayne BDDD*
... and commishoner Gordon goes, "Ahh.... Batman?" |D and he just stops, right, like you know how, and does that totally pokerfaced thing, and I'm thinkin' 'oh crap, he knows, Gordon totally knew that was not him in the suit'
and then he just kinda laughed. And went, 'Welcome back.'
so we left. |D
. . . that is SOCOOL! 8D
*if Launchpad puffs up any more he may explode*
I can't believe you got to work with Superman! What was he like? 8D
He's really... cheerful!! I mean even when we're all focused and stuff, right, he - I swear he was cracking jokes at me.
Breakin' into WayneTech 1. Buggin' the security cams. And he's crackin' jokes and askin' when are we gonna be dooone with the sneakin' around.
Doesn't like that part somuch. |D Ithink mebbe the Batsuit's not his color.
dude. but dude. When we caught the Hatter?
I cuffed the guy and made a joke and he smiled
just, y'know. it was funny. and
freaked the hell out
B'D *laughing so hard at that memory*
I can just imagine the look on his face!
It was the scariest thing he had ever seen
Guess I can't really blame him! 8D
... someday we oughta try'n put Bats in the Supersuit and freak out all the Metropolis villains.
Bet Luthor would wet his pants.
Batman? In bright red and blue? *Smirk* I'd pay to see that.
>BD AND the spitcurl.
On the Met tower.
In the sunlight.
He'd probably turn to dust. |D
*quietly* I vaaant to suuck your creeemeenal bloood
I aaaam ze niiiiiight
*these fingers are fangs*
*Falling over backwards he's laughing so hard* XD
*pitching back to lie beside you. Huh, stars. Don't see lots of those in Gotham.*
*Deep breaths, Batman would so kill us if he knew we were joking around on patrol* Y'know, I'm really glad I came here.
*yeah well, this is totally vacation from Batman night. Folding arms behind head.* Hyeah?
*Nodnod* Yeah. Otherwise I wouldn't've met you. Or, well, I guess I would've, but a lot later.
*lookin' over at the little big bro*
*Sitting up* Just . . . it was kind of weird, y'know? Going from Haley's with my folks and everyone and we were all like a big family to . . . well, you know. *And smiling at you* It's just really cool having a brother.
... I never really had a big family. ._. *sittin' up.* Or mucha one.
Yeah. It really is. BT
*Smile and nudge back*
*this duck is offering a wing to that robin*
*And he's taking it*
B|a *that feels kinda weird to watch. Like I should be maybe, I dunno, pulling closer to you. Trying to think of any reason why I shouldn't go with that.*
*Takes the initiative and wraps an arm around your shoulders* 8)
B) *arm in return, some things you can just count on Dick for*
*leaning on you, probably. little sigh.*
*Likewise* You okay?
Bad habit sometimes.
B| *Launchpad pulling little bird a smidge closer.*
*Smirk* I know what you mean.
*smirk* Guess you do.
Guess I don't grow out of that, huh? |D;
What, thinkin'? BD
Or knowin' what I mean. |D
OH I dunno. I can think of a COUPLE times. BD
That bad? |Da
Nahhh. BDb You're just kinda dumb about girls.
That's ok though. I gotcher back.
*detangling, rolling up to stand*
*Following suit* Hey wait, what do you mean I'm kinda dumb about girls?
BD nahhh, don' worry about it. You get better luck than the big guy.
. . . *pout* that's not really saying much.
. . . o.O *that's a Robin-pout, wow, that's kind of. uh. effective.*
... B] okay. you're kinda dumb about girls who are also superheroes.
*readying grapple, the birdies are still kinda comfortable though*
Like us! BDb *Launchpad flutters, stretches, looks reluctantly at the grapple*
Like who? *why yes, his future love life is very interesting as he pretty much blew it with his first ever girlfriend wut*
Uhhhhhhhhh, you dunno 'em yet. *Duck on my cape now, yup*
*Robin back in the collar and grapple at the ready* You're avoiding the question.
Welllll, what'm I supposed t'say, right?
B|a *actually! The truth is probably totally unbelievable.*
Like, I could say. *grapple shot!* You got caught on national TV makin' out with a bright orange crashlanded alien. B|
*and awayyyyyyy!!* BDD
. . .
HEY, WAITASECOND! *Chasing after you!*
*wheeeeeee it's a race!!*
*Oh don't think you're getting away that easy, switching out the flashy acrobatics for the speed ohyes*
*laughing, notching up the speed past advisable Bat-levels, wheeeeEEEEeeee*
*buildings starting to blur, OH yeah*
*I will laugh if you crash into a building*
*Well, make sure you're okay first*
*But then there will be definite laughing*
*will you laugh if I miss a grappleshot? cuz at this stage that's far more likely, whoops that one didn't catch in fact, skidding skidding totally off-balance the next one's gonna be tricky~*
*hfjdklajgifl;shit hurrying to catch up!*
*shoot! But before this hits the last finally catches and ff, shoulder, twisting in the air even as the next swing's much safer, are you okay goin' this fast?*
*I think we should slow the heck down before one of us gets hurt 8|*
*how are you the responsible one, you're twelve B|*
*just for that and your obvious and unnecessary concern, this Robin is swinging full-circle around this last grapple point and dropping headfirst into the next intersection outta sight B|b*
*fjhidoa;hgjifoe;ahjklt;hj dropping down to the street and looking around for you DD8*
*hi from up on the traffic light* B]
. . .
I thought you were hurt! 8|
BD Who me? Nahhhh.
*swings shoulder! You totally can't see my eyemask wince from down there, not unless you're a ninja.*
. . . *was totally a ninja*
BD m'fine, see? *silent drop to pavement.*
*Squeezing your shoulder* 8|
>B| *knockin' your hand off* Whaaat.
*but huh, Launchpad flinched at that.*
You should get that looked at when we get back. 8|b
Quit buggin' my duck. B| *starting a walk.*
*Following* I'm serious! Even a minor injury can flare up into something more serious if it's not properly taken care of.
When we get back I am gonna tape-record you sayin' that.
So I c'n play it back for you every time you leave a hospital bed t'go feed a few more mooks their own teeth.
*totally not applicable to MY behavior, wut*
. . . guess I must've picked that up from Batman. 8X
did he still do the thing back then where he only just waits for the stitches t'be done. Bx
. . . he only bothered to let more be done if we were done with patrol and he didn't have any major cases open. 8X
. . . so yeah. 8X
Bx some things never change.
Guess not. 8X
*quiet* and then other things
You wanna head back? We can still go 'round a few.
How's your shoulder?
*Nah, I wouldn't look good in a mustache*
*indignant quack backs me up too, see*
*Too bad, I got a robin on my side*
*Getting the grapple out* Well, if you promise not to strain it too much, we could probably take the long way back. 8)
*keeps the grapple in.*
*turns into an alleyway, swinging shoulder to test for real. Yep, not too bad at all. In fact I can totally still.*
*hop! dumpster, bounce! fire escape, scurry! four floors in six seconds, flip-jump!*
|D *shoulder twinging? So worth it.*
*Grinning and following trying to catch up* /o/
*hit the roof! A roll and jump off the next corner, and NOW grapple.* \o\
*Totally not goin' all that fast.*
BD *confiding back to you* That's how I grew up.
*Swinging off the building, catching up* Guess it came in handy, huh?
You have noo idea. *bounce off the next building for this swing, keepin' weight moving and off the shoulder nonobviously*
*Watching that shoulder, but enjoying the ride* We all bring something different to the table. 8)
BT Some more'n others. *we are brightly colored shadows in the night*
Well, we are just apprentices. *Gotta love the living breathing oxymorons*
...Maybe that's it.
Batman's from even a couple years past me. Think maybe he's just expectin' me t'be better trained than I am. *not holding out a lot of hope for this*
He . . . didn't seem that bad when I talked to him.
. . . but I didn't really talk to Batman, so . . .
I think maybe he also knows you. B'
I don't really. I'm not. *whoosh*
There's no me in his world.
There isn't? o.o But I thought . . .
Oh. There's somebody named Tim Drake. But whoever that is is totally different.
Yep. Had a home and a dad and everything. B| *forgets sometimes you don't know all that Wing does, wut. You're just that familiar now*
. . . and . . . you didn't?
*swinging up, up, up. Tallest building around.*
*landing on the roof, that cloak's great for melting into the shadows.*
*loooong freakin' silence. the duck is hiding under the cape. what to tell. what to hide.*
You don't . . . have to tell me anything, y'know. But I'm not gonna judge you or anything on what you do tell me. If you want to tell me.
*like I'd hide anything except t'keep you from feelin' bad again.*
... ... grew up in the slums. Climbin' alleys. Movin' around.
Had a dad for awhile. Lousy one.
. . . what about your mom?
I'm sorry . . .
*shoulderslump.* it doesn't matter, I never- that's not.
*Yeah right, dragging you over to sit down and taking your hand*
*breath hissing out as he sits, but he's gotta take back that hand.*
*can't look at you or touch you for this.*
Dad worked for Two-Face.
. . .
*sudden scowl. Can't believe this just occurred to me.* For all I know, he was there when you got hurt. >B[
lousy excuse for a.
*Shaking his head* Not unless he has an identical twin. It was only them and Two-Face.
... that's something, anyway. B| *like I needed more on the bitter pile.*
prob'ly wouldn't have the guts for facin' Batman. When stuff got heavy Dad skipped town.
. . . well, it'd be kind of hard to avoid if he was working for Two-Face . . .
gotta rep that way. good at hidin' out.
*gotta shut up now. really gotta shut up.*
So . . . is that why Batman took you in?
>B[ I ain't a pity case. *reflexive*
. . . *small smirk* I didn't say that.
*gets a clue* BT arright.
nahh. Batman took me in.. it was complicated. *lookin' away*
*Shrug* Like it wasn't with me?
I dunno. Maybe if.
*flat shrug* no use wonderin'. Dad's dead. didn't have anyplace else.
He could just as easily have taken you to the Captain and they would've put you in an orphanage or foster home or something.
Like I woulda stuck 'round there. nahh, not what I meant.
*tilts forward like maybe he's gonna fly off again.*
*Ready to follow if you do* So what'd you mean?
... ... ...
Two-Face killed my dad.
. . .
*little shrug* he's the one we didn't save. *blank*
*looking at you real quick*
Don't. Don't be. I mean.
'm tellin' you this 'cause. 'Cause it's not like.
DB *why did I say that*
. . . *reeeeaaaaally quietly* I had the gun in my hand. If I'd just . . . maybe you wouldn't've . . . *takes a shaky breath* Sorry . . .
*very, very carefully, taking hold of your shoulders. Wow, I'm an idiot.* Dick.
You didn't do it.
We already established that makes you basically the best hero I ever knew.
. . . *weak smirk* If I was that great then he would've gone to jail the first time around.
an'- well that's the point, right, we can't- I didn't do anythin' better, couldn't stop him an' neither could Batman...
I guess it's pointless thinking about what-ifs anyway . . .
like what if Batman n' Robin saved everybody? what if Two-Face wasted some other useless mook? what if we never met.
B| yeah. pretty pointless. *gripping your shoulders now.*
*Have a smile, even if it is still a little weak* I just wish I could've done more for you.
*astonished, genuinely gobsmacked look* Dick.
I had crap-all nothing excuse for parents. An' then I had Batman. An' if anybody has done anything for me that I knew was for me, it's you.
. . . *blink* Me? Really?
I- y- you can't say that, you can'ta done more, I've only wanted to be you since I could read an' then we actually met and.
*Okay is getting a little embarrassed now, but in that blatant ego boost kinda way* You really . . . think that much of me?
don't say you coulda done more.
I only ever seen you do everything you can.
. . . I guess . . . it just don't always feel that way.
tell me about it.
*you're here, I'm here, have a hug, ROBIN*
*otherwise you're gonna start feelin' me shaking anyway*
. . . *you can totally have a hug back*
*squeeze! and breaking it, ok, we're ok. hey Launchpad you can let go of that little bird anytime.*
*Little bird's comfy, kthx*
*shoulderclap* c'mon, bro. *and we're off?*
*We're off! \o\*