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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2015 10:49:56 GMT
With the GCPD having arrived it was fair to assume that this incident was under control. Tim was satisfied with it and began to walk out from the bank, noting a few officers who he past. Once he was out he found Bart there waiting for him. He didn’t take too long really. But I guess seconds seem long when you can run as fast as speed of light… or thereabouts. Tim gave a friendly nod. He had sort of forgotten his friends already, the question catching him a little off guard. ”Huh? Oh… that was nothing, really. Barely friends” - least not to the level of Cassie, Garfield or Bart. ”Nothing important anyway”. He added. It was only celebrating the win of a soccer match, nothing that really mattered.
When Bart went into a ramble Tim let him… at least for a little bit. It was a habit that most speedsters seemed to fall victim to and perhaps more than others, Tim was able to accept it. He did interject at one point as Bart seemed to be coming to an end with the words. ”Normally I would check in at the Bat Cave. See if there is any news there or whether Batgirl needs me somewhere”. He said with a nod, being careful to use the name Batgirl in case there were open ears listening in. ”But obviously, I can’t do that now”. He added with a small smirk. The Bat Cave was something… but it was not a place to bring friends back to. It had a strict policy on who was and who wasn’t allowed inside. ”To be honest with you, it’s still a little early. Crime in Gotham seems to be quite content with occurring during the later hours”. He said with a small sigh. He did not appreciate those late nights.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 9:58:50 GMT
Everything in Gotham seemed so backwards compared to where Bart was used to, Central City. For starters the accents were so different in the two cities although it wasn’t quite evident in Bart’s case yet because he hadn’t lived there long enough to pick up the accent. Also crime apparently happened in the dead of night, fair enough he did have to do some evening jobs at home but it was rare he was still out and about until the next morning, that would not be good for school, how did Tim manage it?
“You could still go back to the Batcave and I’d wait outside… if I could have some food.” He said sheepishly. Running a thousand miles across the country did quite a number on his metabolism, but of course Tim knew this. “Well you learn something new every day. Gotham just gets more and more exciting.” He said with a smile. “We could just go back to yours then if you wanted, but I can’t carry you, haven’t eaten since lunch.” He probably could’ve gone longer without food if he hadn’t decided to make a trip across the country between lunch and now.
“Either way, to Tim’s house!” he said, linking arms with his friend and proceeding to walk since getting everywhere by foot was what he was used to. Bart had calmed down a considerable lot by now and was doing things at a more normal pace, having used most of his energy he was speaking and moving at average human speed. He wasn’t tired yet though, only more… endurable.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:05:05 GMT
”I… don’t think you could stand outside…”. Tim said with uncertainty in his voice. He thought that (at least as far as Bruce may be concerned) that Bart stood outside the cave would be just as bad as letting him inside the cave. It would give away the location of it, exactly. Tim knew better than to take anyone there. It was a delicate topic with a stance Bruce held that appeared immovable. Entry into the cave came down to trust – not that Bart wasn’t trustworthy – but the cave demands being a part of a very select circle of trust.
Tim stumbled a few steps as Bart pulled him along, catching him off balance with the sudden movement. He found himself stumbling to a halt as he got his arm free from Bart. A soft sigh with his breath visible in the cold air, he shrugged. ”Can you, maybe, just sort of run yourself?”. Tim asked with a brow quirked upwards. He knew that the Flash’s needed to remain at a certain energy level to maintain their speed capabilities, but he wasn’t sure at what levels would the speed become so dire. ”I figure you running and me swinging from roof to roof will be better than bustling through the crowds”. He added, unhinging the grapple hook from his belt. It was a cold December, could you blame Tim for wanting the quick route home?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 23:10:01 GMT
It was super cool that Batman had a secret cave lair thing. Flash didn’t really have a base of operations, they had to have a good old fashioned meet up at home if they had to go out which didn’t really matter when their entire family knew about their secret IDs. Not that he wanted a dark cave anyway.
“You bet! I only don’t run when I’m sleeping!” he joked, which clearly was impossible on many levels. “Catch you later, slow poke!” he said before running back to Wayne Manor in a streak of yellow and red. There was no doubt he would beat Tim even though he was going at a much slower pace, if you could even call it that.
When he arrived he pulled the mask back from his face and looked up at Tim’s home. “Woah.” He said under his breath. Bart had been to Wayne Manor enough times now to know where it was, but he had never been in it, or spent time looking at it. Were there really only two people living in that? Oh right, three. They had a butler too.
Tim had never invited Bart home before and there was probably a reason for that but luckily it was late evening and he hadn’t eaten since lunch so running around the place was probably off the agenda, but napping was always an option. He sat on the front steps to wait for Tim while tapping his foot against the floor incessantly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 0:24:25 GMT
It was expected that Bart would beat Tim there. Even if he were to move at only half his usual pace then he would beat Tim there. Tim did his best as he swung between the rooftops using his grapple hook, making the most of the shortcuts he knew. But buildings ran out eventually as the Manor was located on the outskirts of the city. It was then that Tim touched down on the ground, tucked his utility belt beneath his hoodie and stuffed his domino mask back into his front pockets as he turned back into Tim Drake. Tim began to lightly job towards Wayne Manor – a trip he was all too used to following.
”You so better not have been seen”. Tim said as he jogged up the driveway towards Bart. His pace decreased into a walk as he neared, heading straight towards the door. ”Try not to do the whole talking fast thing with Alfred. He gets muddled with some modern dialogue”. Tim said with a slight smirk as he approached the door. He would then reach for the bell, pressing the button as the doorbell sounded – just a matter of waiting for now. ”It’s a… big house, might take Alfred some time”. Tim said with a slight nod. He could have thrown in a dig at Alfred’s age but really… Alfred could kick ass.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 1:29:45 GMT
“No one is going to realise who or what I am, let alone bother to find out. Chill Rob- ah Tim, it’s all cool.” He said as he got to his feet. The people here were accustomed to Batman and Robin, probably not so much a speedster. It probably wouldn’t gain attention unless Gotham was harbouring some avid Flash fans.
Alfred, right, that must’ve been the butler Tim had mentioned before, though apparently more than just a butler or so he had been told. “Don’t worry dude, best behaviour, got it.” Though that was easier said than done. Although Bart meant well, sometimes it didn’t exactly come across in the right way.
“House?! This is a mansion!” he said with a grin. Tim so should’ve invited him here more often, well if they’d had contact that is. This time he really had to leave his phone number before he left. Living in a small house did have its benefits but living in a place like Wayne Manor was just awesome.
Bart wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was when meeting someone in these circumstances, was he supposed to shake hands? Introduce himself? He didn’t want to make the wrong impression on someone who was essentially a part of Tim’s surrogate family. When the door opened Bart sort of instinctively held out his hand and simultaneously introduced himself. “Hi Mr Alfred, sir. I’m Bart Allen.” He said with a smile. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to do it, but at least he hadn’t run around the entire interior of the house.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2016 10:27:42 GMT
It was only a short wait following Tim pressing the doorbell, and soon after when the bell sounded faded; the door would open. In the doorway stood Alfred Pennyworth as well dressed as ever. He looked down at the boy introducing himself to him and didn’t say a thing at first. His eyes would then flutter over to Tim who he greeted with a friendly nod. ”Welcome home, Master Tim”. Alfred said then turning to walk back inside. Tim looked at Bart with a small grin present on his face. ”Thanks Alfred”. He added, calling back.
”Don’t mind him. He’s like that with all my friends…”. Tim said not in complete confidence of his words. ”…except M’Gann. I actually think they hung out once”. He said with a confused look, shaking his head to either side. He was fairly sure that M’Gann came round once to do some cooking with Alfred – that was a strange afternoon. ”Come on”. Tim said then entering the Manor. It was large of course, but it was fairly easy to navigate once you got used to where everything you needed was.
Tim would lead Bart into the sitting room. It was grand in size, filled with bookcases stacked with books that towered up into the upper most part of the room. Leather chairs and sofas were well placed in the room and most notably there was a large television. ”Make yourself comfortable”. Tim said, figuring it better that he went to see Alfred alone about getting something to eat.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2016 11:54:02 GMT
Bart glanced between Tim and Alfred as they exchanged pleasantries while slowly retreating his hand. Their butler looked like he was dressed to go to a press conference while Bart looked like he had just come from a cosplay party. He seemed rather serious and didn’t give much attention to the matter before disappearing again.
“Your butler hangs out with your friends?” Bart asked with a laugh. “Can I be besties with your butler? We can be the next dynamic duo, Kid Flash and Bat Butler!” he smirked and followed Tim inside.
Once inside he gaped at the surroundings and followed Tim into the sitting room sluggishly. “You know, this is way cool.” He said, taking it all in. Where he came from originally, in the future, he couldn’t even dream of a place like this, it was only now in the past that it became more of a reality.
Tim would probably find himself later regretting that statement as Bart kicked his boots off and leapt over the back of the sofa before flicking the television on with the remote. “Thanks Timmy.” He said, stretching out across the sofa and flashing a grin at his friend.
It was then he took the opportunity to check his phone where he found seventy three missed calls and over two hundred texts all from Joan, Jay and Barry. As he scrolled through the texts, speed reading them all, it was clear that Joan and Jay hadn’t actually understood what he said when he told them where he was going. But all the texts from Barry were telling Bart to come back since he clearly knew where Bart was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2016 13:05:36 GMT
”Right, well. I best speak to Alfred alone..”. Tim said after having seen Bart stretch himself out on one of the sofas. ”He’s not too keen on sudden changes to meals, so. Needs a tactical approach”. Tim said with a small smirk as he then walked over to the table to fetch the television remote. ”Won’t be too long”. He said with a nod, throwing the remote to Bart before taking his leave.
It was a large house and a luxurious one at that. But by now Tim had spent enough time within it to know where he was going and even figure out the quickest route to get to certain places. Tim knew where Alfred would be, he would be in the kitchen of course; preparing and cooking whatever meal he had planned. Tim was sure he would be okay with it. It was like when Barbara stopped by for dinner – only Bart would eat a hell of a lot more.
He arrived in no time and immediately dove into the topic at hand with no beating around the bush. It was a bit of a debate or more of a lecture, as Alfred made sure Tim knew of his displeasure towards being the last person told there would be another dinner guest. Still, it was fine and Tim left before it could get worse, heading back the same way he came to find Bart.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 20:15:43 GMT
After sending a couple of texts to ensure his carers that he wasn’t dead in a ditch he flung his mobile onto the floor and flicked through the channels quickly before stopping on some cartoon programme probably aimed at kids, but he didn’t care.
Sometimes keeping up the personality he showed to the others was easy, like right now he didn’t want to watch the news which would more likely be tragic and well the channel he was on now was second best. Other times it was hard though, it wasn’t always easy to pretend you hadn’t grown up in a world as horrible as the one he had, but of course no one knew about it and no one asked much.
With Tim gone for the moment, Bart took the opportunity to locate his clothes and changed back into them before resuming the same position on the sofa without so much as being out of breath, one of the many perks there was with his ability.
When Bart sat up he accidentally elbowed the remote and the TV changed to the shopping channel, he groaned in annoyance but continued to watch mindlessly anyway before he soon became fascinated with it. Bart leaned forwards to watch as it advertised some fancy looking blender. They didn’t have those in the future, shopping channels or blenders otherwise.
Obviously his first instinct was to get one and when it said all you had to do was call a number well that was what he did. He went over to one of the nearby phones and dialled the number. “I wanna buy one of your blender thingys…” he said, so engaged that he didn’t notice Tim come back.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 12:54:35 GMT
It was a rather draining experience to be on the end of a verbal lashing from Alfred. It was far worse than angering the big bad Dark Knight because Batman’s jurisdiction was the streets, often at night. An irked Alfred could be the difference between going to school wearing something appropriate or something embarrassing. Tim didn’t need the latter. His stock at school was not high enough to take such a hit. Even if he were one of the stars of the soccer team – he was still that ‘’weird’’ Wayne kid.
Tim had taken his chance on his journey back to quickly step into his own room. He changed clothes then, trading the Boy Wonder costume for another one of his red colored hoodies, jeans and trainers. He headed down then in a hurry, stepping into the lounge to see Bart there, hand in phone and the shopping channel blaring out.
”Whaaaaat… are you doing?”. Tim asked, turning his head slightly as he quirked an upwards brow. He was no strange to being a victim of certain regimes that were similar to the shopping channel. He could remember being five years old and mailing off a dollar in exchange for some toy or something that took months to arrive. It was a slippery slope for sure.
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