i_outwit Narrative, Open to any members of the Bat-Family
Tim had, after some long period of hiding out in his room, emerged and ventured downstairs. Something about the way the house felt had changed, something in the air, perhaps. Tim wet his lips and pulled on a borrowed jacket (it must have been Dick's, it was a little black zip-up thing, with blue stripes down the sides) and shoved his hands into the pockets, slowly moving through the mansion.
The air tasted tense, and he hadn't heard from Bruce all day.
It unnerved him; Bruce was often busy, but something was nagging at the back of Tim's mind. He had this feeling, this uneasy feeling that something had gone wrong somewhere.
He wanted to find his partner. Or Babs. Or Alfred. The house, as comfortable as he'd always felt there, suddenly felt to him to be terrifying, now that it seemed so completely empty.
From: [info]i_assist Date: 12/26/2005 09:08:39
"Y'know, I think Mr. Wayne's been doing some redecorating he never bothered to mention." Max sipped at a cup of juice as she glanced around the pantry and kitchen, both which looked completely different to her. Some remodeling had to have happened since she'd been there last. She couldn't even find Ace's dog food.
She sighed again, closing yet another cubbord that bore no signs of kibbles and bits. "C'mon boy, let's see if we can find Terry."
Picking up Ace's leash, Max led him out of the kitchen, still holding her cup of juice in one hand. The hallway didn't look like it had suffered from any remodeling, but still, there was something... odd about it. Even Ace was stopping and sniffing around various areas of the walls. He didn't look uncomfortable, scared, or nervous, just curious. Max narrowed her own eyes as Ace sniffed around, only feeling more comfortable when she saw a tuft of black hair that from behind definitely looked like Terry's.
"Terry!" She tugged Ace along on the lead as she called out to him. "Are you done for the night, we--" Max stopped short, blinking as she got closer to the boy. "Whoa. You're... not Terry."
From: [info]i_outwit Date: 12/27/2005 18:31:53
Tim, looking a little disoriented, shook his head. "No, I, uh," he said, sizing up this girl. Okay. How many members of the Bat Family WERE there over time? He didn't know this girl, or know of her, so far as he could tell just by looking and... well, that made him wonder if she came after him. And that was a little disconcerting.
"I'm Tim," he said. "does Bruce collect black-haired, blue-eyed boys or what?" He shrugged a little and offered a smile. Dick, Jason, Tim. And somebody who apparantly looked enough like Tim to be confused for him ? Yeah. Bruce sure did seem to have a type. . . . For his sidekicks. That's it.
After a moment, Tim realized he hadn't offered his hand, and then did. Tim was pretty short, though. Shorter than all the Robins he knew about. Stephanie included.
From: [info]i_assist Date: 12/27/2005 18:47:05
Max felt her jaw drop open, and not because of the collection of boys Mr. Wayne seemed to have grabbed over the years. No, it was because this kid had just identified himself as Tim.
Ace seemed to sense her nervousness, sitting himself down right in front of her in attempt to protect. "Tim... Tim Drake?" Her mouth formed a small 'o'. She knew who he was! Forget that, she'd seen the man in the hospital when she'd visited with Terry after what they now called, The Joker Incident.
This boy didn't look anything like the older man she'd encountered before. "I'm Maxine. I... wow. Shit. This is completely freakin' wrong. You... are not my age."
From: [info]i_outwit Date: 12/29/2005 14:17:47
"Y-yeah, I'm .. Tim Drake. But, uh, I guess we're all kind of disoriented. The Batman I'm used to is like, 47, but the one that's here, well, he's... closer to 35, I think. No grey," Tim blurted, as he ran his hands through his hair.
Okay. So this girl thought... well, she had to think that he was normally older. Because he didn't know her from when he was little. "Uh. You just got here, didn't you," Tim observed. Amazing skills of detection there, Timmy. But it was much easier for him to keep his mind off of Other Things if he busied himself with helping this girl get oriented. At least as best as he could try to help.
"This place isn't exactly normal. Have you looked out a window, lately?"
From: [info]i_assist Date: 12/29/2005 17:07:01
"Thirty-five?!" Max blanched visably. Thirty-fucking-five? Try sixty. Maybe seventy. Max had never been quite sure, but she knew damn well he wasn't thirty-five. And what the did he mean, 'no grey'? Bruce Wayne's hair was completely silver, not that it was a bad thing. It fit his age. Which was not thirty-five.
And what did he 'here'? Where was here? She'd seen Gotham outside, or at least something that looked something kind of like Gotham. Now she wasn't so sure. Had she... no. Time traveling was so not real. Max found her eyes trailing towards a distant window.
"Tell me one thing," she shifter her eyes back to Tim. "You know, Mr. Wayne... you're, Robin," Max almost whispered it. "Does the name Terry McGinnis mean anything to you?"