Tim Wayne(Robin) (red_bird) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-01-10 14:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | felicia hardy/black cat, tim wayne/robin |
Who: Robin and Black Cat
What:Stretching his legs a bit.
When: Sunday night
Where: in the city
Warnings: TBA.
Tim had never been in one place for so long. It was hard for him. He was so bored he put himself in the middle of Sam and Dean's prank war, but even that didn't help. He was restless and had enough. After dinner he left without a word to his room and traded his civi's for his suit. His door was locked but his window opened. Carefully he climbed out the window and used a grappling to scale the building down to the ground. He was silent, and avoided being seen by staying between windows of the different apartments. He left some quiet music on in his room to elude that he was still there. Maybe he was just studying and wanted to be left alone. Tim could be like that. Often pulled disappearing acts as Raven had called them when he needed space. After the deaths of his friends and parents he found himself needing it more and more. So much that it was starting to scare him. He hadn't even tried to be Robin yet. And he'd fought for the job. Nobody picked him, he chose it because it stood for something. For justice.
Even though it wasn't his city that didn't mean he couldn't stop criminals. That was what he was trained to do by the Batman. Fight crime. Ever since Alastair's torture he'd been more wary of walking out unprepared. So for weeks he watched and learned. Took lead from the locals. Well except for Ruby. Nobody went out without an amulet, so neither did he. They carried holywater so did he. He even had his cheat sheet of exorcism incase something went terribly wrong but he hoped it wouldn't. He hoped for an easy patrol. Maybe a few bad guys. Enough for him to have some fun and get the pent up aggression out. It was nearing midnight when he made it into the city on his shiny red motorcycle which all this time remained hidden behind the complex. He knew he was good at hiding things, but really nobody had even noticed. He must have been really good, or they didn't care. Either way it worked to his advantage. He didn't have to worry about coming up with an excuse that a kid his age had a souped up motorcycle that had no market value. Unless chopped to pieces for parts that is. It had an extensive computer in the dash board, a database of criminals from his world. GPS, tracking devices, and other handy toys he'd created on his own.
He used it to navigate the city streets. Not confident enough to be on foot. He drove carefully enough to spot trouble, to look between alleys and in store fronts. But not so carefully that he was below the speed limit. Tim knew how to use the darkness to his advantage. He had an above average I.Q. so everything came easy, including Bruce's night training. His training courses. They were easy to understand, though still challenging enough to push him. He pressed his foot down on the gas and the bike silently shifted gears again. He could see everything moving. Count how many were on the streets with little difficulty. At the same time he was mentally mapping the streets. The turns. Every street sign. Tim was adept at multi tasking. Most of the stores were closed and barred off for the night. Those were the first Tim checked.
Finally he parked his motorcycle in an alley of the small shopping center and again tossed a rope to the top of a rooftop of the closest building. The grappling hook at the end snagged the edge of the rooftop, and Robin climbed to the top. Using the shadows to his advantage to stay hidden he knelt to stake out the buildings.