Tim Wayne(Robin) (red_bird) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-02-16 01:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, tim wayne/robin |
Who: Tim Wayne and Buffy Summers
What: Nothing good
When:A few hours after This, late night.
Where: the streets.
Warnings: probably violence. Tim shot Ollie with his own arrows..o.0
status: complete
Tim felt nothing. Not before he shot Oliver Queen, and not after. No remorse, no anger, no nothing save for a minor adrenaline rush as he shut down his red laptop and stared blankly at the dark screen. He knew he couldn't stay long at the apartments. Buffy told him to go, but not only that he was sure someone would be up to search his room to make sure he was really gone. At that point he really didn't want to be there. He changed out of his civis and into Robin and left. Robin climbed out of his room, and onto the Red Bird waiting below. No way he'd be getting out the front door tonight judging by the reactions. Not like he needed to. He was trained, and well for these situations. To well maybe. Unfortunately for them. Bruce had trained him in these kinds of scenarios. Exactly what to do when he was framed for murder. Though in this case he was actually at fault for attempted; so the training wasn't being used with the true intention but Tim couldn't care less at this point.
They'd be looking for him. She'd be looking for him. And Buffy was good. Maybe even a better fighter than Batman. Stronger anyway thanks to super strength. But that didn't stop Tim, if anything it made him more determined. Made the wheels in his head work backwards. See what she was made of. Tim was stronger than he looked. More intelligent than he let on. Petty crime, and near murder weren't enough. He craved a real challenge and so he watched the groups move into the streets looking for him and waited ontop of a near by rooftop. Expertly using the shadows to hide, shadow ninjitsu training. His black cape was closed and covering the red color of his suit for optimal sneaking. Watching and calculating their movements. He counted at least four bodies in the small party. And Buffy made five. He recognized her immediately and a tiny cold little smirk curved into his lips cruelly and humorlessly. He had to give her points for loyalty. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud. Not anymore anyway. The real question now was how to get her out of her circle. It only took him a minute and he snapped his fingers like he were having a real "a-ha" moment. They were crowded together like bowling pins, Buffy's little group.
All he had to do was spread them out. He was only curious about the slayer. The one who'd spoken on the boards. Tim flipped open a compartment on his utility belt and pulled out several tiny silver round objects. Stun flash-bang grenades no bigger than a marble. They were with precision thrown at the small party but had a big effect. They lit up around them, sparking and emitted smoke as they struck the ground. Robin jumped donw into the street only a few feet from them and with a tiny sound. Staying in Buffy's line of view. Though through the smoke it was only a silhouette she saw, the outline of a dark figure. But it was enough. He wanted to make sure she would follow. So he didn't throw anymore grenades. Buffy was the more experienced in the group, she would adjust faster. See more. She had Tim's curiosity. For better or worse. He headed away from the group toward a more isolated area.