Tim Wayne(Robin) (red_bird) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-02-06 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver queen/green arrow |
Who: Green Arrow and Robin
What: Distracting Red K!Tim. Keeping him from doing anything to badly maybe
When: not long after GA's challenge.
Where: Random rooftop in Lawrence!
Warnings: possible violence.
Tim was bored. A bored Tim was bad. A bored Tim on Red Kryptonite was even worse. His mind wandered in a million different directions. Wandered to the less than savory side of that invisible line he said he'd never cross. Wondered what it would be like to cross it, to finally just give them all what they deserved. What they expected of capes and vigilantes. But Oliver Queen issued a challenge. And that had gained most of his attention. Kept his interest piqued. But the second it died, the instant it was gone the tables would turn and Oliver better have a sharp eye. Oliver made a vital mistake. He treated him like a kid. Tim Wayne couldn't remember the last time he acted like a kid his age. He was sixteen. He didn't know what it was like to go to a school dance with a normal girlfriend. He knew how to run a coarse of intensely programed obstacles and endure insane limit pushing physical activity. He didn't know how to play baseball. He could name every mob boss in Gotham's underground by heart and give a detailed description of their face and criminal record. He didn't know what it was like to have a normal life. He could break bones and disarm a weapon fifteen different ways before anyone could even blink.
Yet there he was. Hook, line, and sinker. Waiting on the rooftop Green Arrow described and feeling impatient and as he stood in the shadows and used them to keep out of sight. His body seeming to blend with them thanks to the ninja training Bruce offered. Green Arrow chosen the roof, but the game would only start on his terms. Get control of the situation. Know what's at your disposal. Bruce taught him that when he first picked up the mantle from Dick Grayson. With non fliers stay on the high ground. Never let them have the advantage. Ever. Came second to not using code names in the field.
The night air was warm, and the dark cape concealed the bright colors of his red and black costume. The moon was mostly hidden by the clouds, and even the stars were hard to see. The only lights were the unnatural from the fronts of stores, or sidewalk lamp street lights. That worked for him. He only hoped poor Oliver had good night vision. Or the game would be a short one indeed.