i_outwit Narrative (OPEN!)
Tim had managed to find, when he'd slipped out earlier that day, not only his locker, or something that looked like it, at the school in the City's heart, but after some aimless wandering, he found himself outside of an apartment that he'd recognized as having been his parents'.
The place was empty, except for a few of his things, some of which he packed into a bag, and some of which he left, to come back for later. Tim felt no need to rush. He knew he'd need to come back here, if speaking with Bruce the first time had been any indicator. When he'd gotten back to the mansion, he'd folded just a few things - one, two changes of clothes - into drawers, before pulling a turtle-neck over his head and running one hand through his hair. He felt exhausted, which made no sense to him. He'd slept late, and still he felt like he was moving sluggishly, even thinking like he was tired.
Tim, dressed down in his faded-and-worn through the knees absolute favorite pair of blue jeans, cautiously headed down the stairs, peering around corners for Alfred or Bruce. His jaw was set firm, biting back some emotion or other that might have been too much to handle had he let it loose, as he found his way into the kitchen and began to make himself a cup of tea.
From: [info]i_seeall Date: 12/06/2005 17:46:49
Since her first night meeting with Bruce, Babs had been spending quite a bit of time at the mansion. Her new job hadn't officially started yet, and when she wasn't working on the tower, she was at the mansion. Logic told her that research was probably best to do at a place with the resources and one that didn't move around. The library where she worked now had the resources as far as the internet connection and books were concerned, but she didn't want it to move one day and take her carefully worked out system with it. So she worked at the mansion, more specifically, she worked in the cave. Babs found she was infinately more comfortable there anyway.
She popped up into the kitchen ever so often when her stomach began shooting out hunger pains. She could only ignore them for so long before it actually began to affect her work. The research was interesting, but so was food and Babs doubted Bruce would care if she helped herself.
She entered the kitchen humming to herself and very much stuck in her own little world of books and binary code. She almost didn't notice the boy sitting at the table. Tim had been sleeping when she'd checked in on him the night before, and she hadn't gotten a chance to say hello yet other than tucking him into bed properly.
A smile spread across her face when she noticed him sitting at the table. The zeros and ones stopped running through her mind as she rolled over. "Hey, Tim."
From: [info]i_outwit Date: 12/06/2005 21:03:00
The true surprise was how deeply lost in thought Tim had been, that he hadn't heard her enter. Yes, Babs was every bit as well-trained as he, and yes, she had a near-silent approach, but Tim had always prided himself on his alertness. His awareness.
He jolted at the sound of her voice, nearly spilling his cup of tea, and for a moment, he just looked surprised to see a familiar face that seemed to know him, too.
And then he sighed, and relaxed, and his mouth curled back into a weak but warm smile.
"I'm glad somebody knows me. Hi." He would've hugged her, but... well, it wasn't as though it felt to him like it had been all that long.
From: [info]i_seeall Date: 12/07/2005 14:32:55
"Of course I know you," Babs said, smirking slightly when she startled him. She wheeled close until she was next to him and set her closed laptop down on the table. "So I suppose 'how're you doing,' would be the best question to ask under the circumstances. I tried finding you before but apparently all you do is sleep."
From: [info]i_outwit Date: 12/07/2005 21:16:31
"Sleep, eat, and think about girls." Tim offered a weak smile. "I'm a growing boy. Am I supposed to do anything else?" Tim would avoid the question as best he could.
Did Babs know? Well, Babs always "knew", but that wasn't really something that Tim wanted to talk about, either. He rubbed the back of his neck, and shrugged a little. "I'm... confused." And, he missed the Bruce he knew.
From: [info]i_seeall Date: 12/09/2005 17:14:06
"We're all confused, I think." Well maybe she was less confused than some, but that would just be her inner elitism talking. She knew that Tim -and quite a few others for that matter- were still just trying to adjust to a new life in a new world. "This is all very not normal."
She went over the refrigerator and started looking through for something to eat. Better to start fixing something herself before Alfred cam in and insisted upon doing it; she liked to give the man a rest sometime. "Other than the whole confusion part, how're you doing? Did you find the mansion and Bruce alright when you first got here?"