[Today, Billy is in the park, having sequestered himself away from the more populated areas to practice his powers. He doesn't really mind if anyone sees him since he doesn't think it's that big of a deal here but it's easier to concentrate with less people around.

Billy is sitting on the ground, eyes closed with a simple vase in front of him.]

IwantittobeanumbrellaIwantittobeanumbrellaIwantittobeanumbrella...

[He says this over and over again, his distinct blue light of magic glowing around his hands. The blue light goes over the vase, changing it into an simple black umbrella. Billy opens his eyes and keeps on chanting a little bit longer before he stops, the blue light vanishing.

The umbrella immediately turns back to the vase. Billy scowls in frustration, looking like he's just about ready to chuck the vase as hard as he can.]

This place sucks.

[Like another Tim Drake, this Tim now has his Robin costume. But unlike the other, this Robin isn't creeping about in the shadows, oh no. He's swinging around the buildings while whooping with glee, walking on his hands along ledges, running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop - sometimes even jumping off them - and tumbling all over the place. The whole dome is now one big playground for him.

Catch his attention anywhere if you want, or maybe he practically runs into you because he's not really looking where he's going all that much, glad to be able to move about in the air again. To him, it's as close to flying as a human with no powers is going to get without help from someone else.]

[OOC: Open for kissing but he's 13 so chaste stuff on the forehead or cheek only please!]

"Come home."

[That was all he got before the transmission cut, two words and a tremble in the others voice. It's more than he's gotten in days though, the very sign he's been waiting for and so it's easy to break up camp. Silently he packs up what few things he'd brought with him to begin with, slings the backpack over a shoulder and leaves his temporary residence in the Shelter.

It's late. Cold, but he can't tell if it's the cold that numbs his steps or the dread that's been lurking in his heart. The uncertainty. Confusion. The days apart didn't do anything to clear his mind and that's why he's so quick to go back to Sector 5. To clear things up.

Steps heavy he makes his way up to the apartment. Contemplates knocking on the door, but in the end just slips in. Lets it slide shut behind him, before dropping the backpack to the floor. Small breath. Stretch of silence, and then he speaks up. ]

Helix..?