Tim Drake-Wayne (redrobin) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-11-11 02:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, red robin |
WHO Tim
WHAT Moving out
WHEN Shortly after this
WHERE Wayne Manor -> Drake Manor
WARNINGS None
She was gone. She was gone, and he had no way of knowing if she'd be coming back. He didn't know where anyone else was, but that only made him believe Shiva's words more. Something was going on, obviously, but the extent of it? He was in the dark. Bruce was off doing god knew what, not telling him about it. No one was telling him anything. Hell, Selina had trusted a stranger to close up the Batcave! He liked the guy from what he'd seen in the movie, but it still wasn't right. He didn't trust her, didn't trust her with Bruce, but what choice did he have? Go after her and force his way in, to help a man who didn't want it? Get in the way of a woman who hated him? No. It was all too clear to him. Even Steph, who'd given up the cowl after that stupid party, was keeping things from him. Living with Damian? Damian! And Dick was no help, rolling it all off like it was some big joke. Well he wasn't laughing. He was packing. The wardrobe was emptied into a large duffel bag and Tim looking almost sadly at the secret passageway he'd created for him and Hels. It didn't matter. She was gone now. Probably wasn't coming back either and it'd be his fault. Oh well. With his things packed, he made his way out of the manor. It was eerily quiet, which meant he was likely alone. Tell me something I don't know, he thought to himself as he got into his car. The drive wasn't long, only ten minutes to get from Bruce's front door to his own. He'd had the place cleaned from top to bottom, aired out and freshly washed. He made his way to his room, ignoring most everything else. His Red Robin gear was tucked away behind a false wall in his closet but it didn't quite feel like him. A journey, Shiva had said. That was what he needed, a way to prove himself separate from the others. "Bruce is alive though. He's here. I don't have a quest or whatever. I'm not some knight from the Middle Ages," he muttered, shutting the false wall. "Who am I going to take down?" he wondered, as he started unpacking his things. Wayne Manor wasn't home. Drake Manor hadn't been home for a long time but maybe this time would be different. Maybe he could make a home for himself, make a place for himself. A name for himself. Gotham was his home too. He'd been through too much to turn his back on it just because Bruce didn't want him around. He'd make a name for himself. Stand on his own. And just how are you going to do that, numnuts? asked Spencer. "Ra's. I'll go after Ra's. Shiva was working for him. He's too busy focusing on Bruce, trying to take him down. As usual." Yes, he could do that. Taking down Ra's, the Demon Head, the League of Assassins. He could do it. He would do it, and he'd show them all. Shiva might've been right, but Tim would do all the work. He'd take her down if he had to. But first, after all the packing was done, he was going to reach out to his rooftop friend. He just wanted to forget, just for a little while. He wanted to be needed. Just for a little while. |