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Tim Drake (tacticalrobin) wrote in parabolical,
@ 2009-10-28 19:57:00

Entry tags:

bruce wayne/batman, tim wayne/robin

Who:Batman and Robin
What:Random meet up. Great minds think alike.
When: Sometime after midnight.
Where:Bad side of town
Warning:potential violence. NPC vamps

Robin was perched on a rooftop of an abandoned chop shop just above a seedy low lit alley in downtown Los Angeles. Rule number four, for non-fliers, above ground was the best vantage point. It was part of a mantra Bruce taught him to clear his head, rules included go figure. He didn't really feel like he fit in L.A. just yet. Wasn't set with anything really. He was at the Bradbury Building but he felt like a visitor. So most of his time was spent out at night doing what he did best, and sleeping during the day. He wasn't set up with school yet either. Which in all reality actually was upsetting. He'd been well on his way to an Ivy League school on a full Daumier scholarship that he'd obtained on his own. With Terry it was pulling teeth to just get him to go to high school. Tim had a grade point average above 5.0. He was practically doctorate material at age sixteen. He'd become Robin all on his own, at age nine he found Bruce and Dick's civilian identities with no outside help. Demanded to be Robin, that Batman needed a balance.

So he didn't really know what to do at the Bradbury Building. What did they expect from him? They all seemed okay with their nightly patrol routes. Tim needed to be occupied. Needed honestly to be away from Bart. That wasn't his Bart, he was glad he was alive..but this Bart didn't know him. Didn't remember, and frankly he couldn't help but feel a little stressed about it. A little depressed and left out. Bart had that kid with the dreadlocks following him everywhere, Tim didn't want to feel like a third wheel so he stayed out of his way and did his own thing. They'd been so close back home. Kon was his best friend, and Bart was a close second. Here it was was than there. He was in the same room and felt like an outcast. So he did what he did best, and dawned the Robin mantle. Watching crime central begin it's nightly underhanded business.

From his rooftop he was barely visible, but if you looked in the right spots you could just make out the outline of the boy wonder. He was good at sneaking, but tactical ops were more his gig. A bright neon pink sign sparked to life just beside him. Startling him slightly and the small gang of vampires below on the street who started to climb upwards toward the human figure who'd been watching them, Tim stood soundlessly and stepped back further onto the rooftop. He needed more room to work with. There were six fanged vampires headed his way. All taller. He was out numbered, and they were approaching fast on the fire escapes. Normally had they been human it wouldn't have been a problem..but this? yes. This was a problem. They were fast. Tim could barely keep up. His black gloved hands balled into fists, hitting them back and sending them reeling when they came to close for his liking. But how long could he keep this up? They weren't effected by his hits. He hadn't really put one and two together that vampires needed stakes. He did however, have holy water. "Shit." He exclaimed as one of them rushed him. He threw the water from his utility belt at it's face, and made a swift jump over it's head as it crouched in pain. Putting distance between him and the group of circling vampires, but he was being backed into a corner. This..was so not a great plan that he thought it would be.

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caped_crusader
2009-10-30 03:16 am UTC (link)

The stake that was hurled by Batman sliced through the air and lodged itself into its target from behind. Penetrating the heart quickly and efficiently, the body crumbled into a cloud of dust and fell, scattered into a million little particles, onto the rooftop floor. The snarl, the very last sound to ever come out of the creature’s throat, did what Batman had hoped it would do. It took the attention the group was giving to Robin and put most of it on him, the man who had the stakes and the means to get rid of them.

Pure coincidence that they ended up in the same place. Batman was on the hunt for low-lives, for criminals who would, like always, be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They thought they were clever (of course), always believed that they were more than what they really were. Proving them wrong took them down a notch, if not twenty. Being caught red-handed by Batman made someone think twice about the way they were spending their free time and he was all about making sure that they got the chance to think long and hard within the inside of a prison cell.

It was unfortunate for his targets of the moment, that vampires weren't given the luxury of bars.

Being capable of pulling out a stake was something that you needed to be able to do if you were going to be out after sunset. Whether or not you were walking across the street or preparing to spend all night out in the open didn’t matter when you were in a place where vampires came out of the woodwork like cockroaches. You killed one and ten came back in its place. It was never ending, exhausting and sometimes all out annoying.

The piece of sharpened wood landed at Robin’s feet and Batman hoped that he had enough sense to pick it up and put it into good use.

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tacticalrobin
2009-10-30 03:34 am UTC (link)

To say Robin hadn't been expecting that would have been the understatement of the year, but it wasn't unwelcomed. It startled him for a few seconds as the creature broke apart into dust and he even shielded his face to keep it out. For a minute all he could do was stare. That had to be a trick of light. Right?..Or, fancy mirror work at the least. Watching the stake fall lifelessly at his feet he looked up at Batman and tilted his head. A rather obvious "you've gotta be kidding" stare of question on his face even with his domino mask.

It only lasted a minute. Batman wasn't the type to play around. Robin got that. Still he couldn't help but watch out of the corner of his eye. Booted foot feeling for the stake, kipping it up into the air to his hand. He was a quick study. Always had been.

There weren't many words exchanged between them as Robin handled the stake, and pretty well for his first night against the fanged uglies. He was light on his feet. Used his short size to his advantage and knew his limitations to a tee. Control in his strikes obvious with each vampire he dusted he learned more and it stuck. Heart. Fast. Not a trick. He had dusted most of them on his own, only a couple left for the taller, older Bat out of his reach as he was finished with the ones in his range. Tossing the stake for Batman to catch, Tim looked at his cape and muttered at the dust. "..Only downside here..dust can't pick up a drycleaning bill. That's going to be a pain to get out." He quipped, making a face.

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caped_crusader
2009-10-30 04:08 am UTC (link)

Robin was right. Batman wasn’t someone who was going to play around. He expected something and he expected it right then. He had no time for hesitation. Hesitation meant lost time or mistakes. There was no room for either one of those things. Terry got reprimanded when he didn’t do what he wanted him to do, the second he told him to do it. Robin didn’t waste a second.

He did everything right. Batman didn’t find any need to correct him. He moved as he should, struck at the right angle and gave them no chance to take him down. Going head to head with a vampire and throwing around a human being could be as different as night and day. The undead were faster. Their senses were more alert. Animal- viciousness seemed like second nature to them, and not being careful ended badly for you.

Batman caught the stake he’d thrown to Robin and promptly produced another one. He took only half second to make sure that Robin saw it and understood what it meant. One wasn’t enough. You dropped it and it fell off a roof and you had to think fast and come up with another way to dispose of someone who was trying to break your arms. A spare stopped that from ever taking place.

The remaining few were dusted one by one, picked off swiftly like the friends who had come before them. As the last one collapsed, Batman held out the stake still in his hand, for Robin to take away from him. “You’ll need this.” Counting the times when you didn't took longer than counting the times when you did.

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tacticalrobin
2009-10-30 04:48 am UTC (link)

Robin couldn't afford to play around in his position. Not just because he was Batman's partner, but because he was in the Robin suit. No Robin had ever gotten away with the intimidation bit. He had to be quick on his feet, it was the difference between life and death. He knew Batman's rules, his way of things was absolute. Almost. There were times and places to be fighty, but in the field wasn't typically such a place.

Considering Tim's small size that was another thing he was always thinking about. He had to move twice as fast as the others, and hit harder. There was no room for error. It could end him. Terry got cocky being in the high tech bat suit, and it wasn't unusual. That suit did most of the work. So it was no real surprise, Tim as Robin had nothing except what he brought with him. Skill and utility belt of mystery toys. Terry was getting better with his arrogance, learning to listen more but Robin? Robin hadn't ever had any issues with taking orders. Doing what he was told, and even being one step ahead when he wasn't.

It was part of being a Bat. Just by watching he learned and only for a split second. Robin only reached in height just above Batman's waist. He was tiny, but could hold his own and was a force to be reckoned with. Reaching for the stake he looked up at him and made a face. " Weird. I'm guessing there's no coin return option for back to Gotham?" He sounded skeptical as he took the stake and frowned. "Gonna need a bigger utility belt." Maybe the inside of the cape was a good place to put it..he shrugged and tucked it into his black boot for now. "Thanks..for that." Awkward was the word of the day. Back home he didn't have to be so formal, but..Bruce was his dad. Now he barely knew him. Tim rubbed the back of his neck in slight uncertain embarrassment.

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