Re: Drop off mishaps: Hels and Tim
[Fallen out of favor and fallen out of grace, Tim took a break from his assistance with Gotham, he stepped back for a breath of fresh air. The fact that a train station offered fresh air said a lot about the state of Gotham today. He could have been working himself to the bone with the relief effort, but he'd been at it all morning, and he needed a break. Tim acknowledged his weakness as he sat on a bench just within the station, cramming a hot dog with mustard into his mouth with as little patience as possible. He hadn't eaten since... Hello, suspicious.
The person in the tugged down hoodie and sunglasses ensemble looked as if they'd scored their outfit out of a magazine for all types up to no good. Tim was trained in looking out for those types, usually from way up on high, but tonight he was only bench-high, and it still worked. Hoodie was walking kind of fast, and Tim wiped mustard on the front of one denim pocket before he hopped down the subway stairs in pursuit. His hoodie was Robin red, and he wasn't hiding behind sunglasses, but he did hang back, thoughtfully trying to assess who the person was. He had no idea. It was time for a closer look.
With a bit of fast footwork, he actually ended up ahead of her. He stepped out from behind a pillar, red hoodie and a smartass smile. There were people everywhere. Crowds usually weren't a good idea, but sometimes they were. He was trying to determine if this was going to be one of those times.]
I think that's mine. [He said with gesture, then a glance at his hand, and a removal of mustard from one finger on his sweatshirt's sleeve, quick-swipe.]