Tim Drake-Wayne (redrobin) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-10-25 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, red robin |
WHO Tim
WHAT A Narrative; Thinking, working, etc
WHEN Recently, before talking to Alfred
WHERE The Batcave
WARNINGS None
He just needed some time to himself. Things after the party had left him tense and work was probably the best way to distract himself seeing as he was fairly certain he'd scared off B. God, why had he gone on about his love of mysteries and how much he'd loved The Hardy Boys growing up? It was like a flashing neon sign that said he was a vigilante, if not giving away his name. Everyone familiar with DC knew he was the most detective-y of the Robins. Whoever she was - and he'd done a fair bit of research with the Batcomputer to try and find a connection - the ball was in her court and Spencer cautioned against reaching out. He thought he knew better because he was the gay one out of the two of them and Tim didn't particularly want to push one of the few good things away even more than he had already. So fine. He'd give her space. He still had Helena's person to deal with and they were setting something up for later in the week so that was good. It wasn't enough though. Steph had turned her back on them, on him. For what felt like the dozenth time, he cursed Spencer and Nick for not talking more about it. He'd give up the fact that he got laid just for a little return information because trying to piece together her motive was beyond impossible. Why would she give it up? Why? When she'd worked so hard for it? She loved it, and she'd more than earned it. He couldn't help her if she didn't talk to him and he sure as hell didn't trust Damian to take care of her. Be fair kid, you don't trust anyone except you to take care of her, came Spencer's gentle and yet all too annoying voice. "Shut up. That's not true," Tim muttered, plopping down in front of the Batcomputer. They'd done a fairly good job of keeping things up to date but without Oracle around, things just weren't quite the same. He wasn't an expert hacker by any means, but she'd shown him a few tricks and he'd picked up a good bit of it on his own too. I could've just asked Nick, came Spencer's voice again. "Can you just shut up? Please?" Tim wasn't in the mood to deal with Spencer. The cave was quiet, thankfully, and with any luck he'd managed to pick a time when it would stay that way. His fingers moved gracefully over the keys as he pulled up screen after screen, updating information and creating new pages as necessary. He cast out a few nets as well, looking for information, patterns, anything that could help track the movements of the villains they knew of and the ones they didn't. He marked hot zones, places of interest, anything he could think of that was useful. Hels was right. He hated leaving his algorithms just sitting around. He set up tracers on familiar names, the good and the bad, and thanked whatever god there was that Ra's hadn't shown up yet. Though, in this place, it was probably only a matter of time. Some more familiar faces would be much appreciated, if only because they'd hopefully make more sense of things. At least Bruce seemed to be doing better, and that was what mattered in the end. |