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