Tim Drake is absolutely not Robin. (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-26 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {bruce wayne, {mind macready, {tim drake |
Characters: Tim Drake and OPEN
When: Very very late Friday night/early Saturday morning
Location: The hallways. And wherever he can find alcoves to hide quietly.
Warnings/Rating: probably no? Will update if need be
Summary: Tim does his own stealthy train!patrolling
Closed/Open: INCOMPLETE; OPEN (probably Bats, night owls, dice mb? mb?)
Stealth was hard on a crowded train. It wasn't like he could exactly sneak around and do the kind of investigation he really wanted to during the day; there were always people around, but never quite enough to form a crowd he could slip in and out of without being noticed. The whole thing was really getting on Tim's nerves; daytime sleuthing only occupied his brain so much. Instead he started watching for when the train would quiet down completely: late nights seemed to be the best, when all but a few stragglers were safely locked in their respective cabins-- and when the few people he might come across would be those he could easily skirt.
He decided to pass on the full costume; it would draw way too many questions if anyone did see him. Instead he pulled his wrist communicator out of his Brentwood duffel-- taking a few smoke pellets as well for good measure-- and zipped it closed again, tucking it underneath the sofa and crossing his fingers that Ruby wouldn't think to look there for anything suspicious. He zipped up his hoodie and pulled the hood up over his head before leaving the compartment to begin what he hoped would be an informative patrol.