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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 20:53:40 GMT
It was pelting down with rain. Sort of fitted the mood Dick thought. It had been awhile since the night where he had drove a wedge between himself and two of the most important people in the world with him. While he had seen Babs he had yet to speak to Robin.
Tonight was going to be that night. He had invited Tim on a patrol, a simple thing really but he hoped it would give him and the new boy wonder a chance to talk and fix things. If the other male let him. That was the worry wasn't it? That Tim wouldn't forgive him for Nightwing being an ass, that was what Barbara had said. Well no, she called him a douchebag, he wasn't really sure which was worse. Both were something Dick should never have been to anyone in his family. The man just hoped that it wasn't to late to sort things with the other.
He leaned over the edge to look at the bustling street below. A swamp of umbrellas that made his thoughts wander to Penguin. That was someone he really didn't want to tangle with tonight. The portly crime boss was a handful at the best of times/ Though he did tend to keep rather attractive bodyguards, sort of like playboy penguinettes Dick mused to himself before mentally slapping himself. Now was not the time to be thinking like that, there was far more important things to be dealing with. Like if the teen would show.
Dick wanted to know what had been on with Tim, he was supposed to be like a big brother to the guy and instead he was like an absentee addict that did nothing but cause trouble when he showed up. Really not what he wanted, yet another thing that came back to Wally's death. Nightwing had retreated to Bludhaven and hid from everything and forgot what was important to him. Family was definitely high up on that list. Besides who else could give Tim help with Cassie? Certainly not Brooding Bruce that never seemed to have a healthy love life. Alfred? Fair enough if Tim wanted to get dating tips that worked in the fifties or whenever it was that the butler last had a date.
As the waves of generic black brollies flooded the streets below, the occasional red or yellow one stood out. Even a green one which was unusual. Dick took a seat on the edge of a gargoyle while he waited, counting the non-black umbrellas to take his mind off the worry that the boy wonder might not show. It would serve Dick right after all but Nightwing hoped that things hadn't become that broken that Tim wouldn't even want to show up.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 21:46:54 GMT
The death of Wally had affected everyone in some way, for good or for worse. While Dick had opted to retreat away, from everyone and everything; Tim had stepped up. Rather than attend to business with the Team, Tim had elected to spend his time in Gotham, alongside Bruce. He had figured the death of Wally would open up old wounds regarding Jason, for Bruce and perhaps even Barbara too. And therefore he was needed, needed to help either deal with that, to make sure the Bat-Family kept doing what they do. Tim had gained a lot of experience in that time, and wasn’t the same dumb kid that Dick liked to surround in bubble wrap from before.
That’s why Tim had clashed with Dick recently. Dick wasn’t there; he wasn’t around for the past several months or so. He didn’t know what had changed in Gotham. How Tim had changed, and improved. How Barbara had stepped up for the Team. And yet, Dick waltzed back in and pulled rank like nothing happened. That’s what had Tim ticked off. Tim was done needing a babysitter all the time.
”Well... I’m here”. It was the sound of Tim’s voice from nearby. Tim, much like all those within the Bat-Family, had adopted that trait of seemingly appearing out of nowhere without being seen or heard. The Boy Wonder would step out from the shadows and onto the rooftop, where the rain fell from the murky skies above. It didn’t bother Tim in the slightest, it was rather refreshing really. Tim didn’t say anything more. It was Dick who had invited him here tonight, and well. It was going to be up to Dick to get any conversation moving here. Tim wasn’t much of a talker to begin with, and he really didn’t have much that was nice to say – so why say anything at all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 6:41:31 GMT
"Hey. Glad you could make it." Nightwing turned to greet the other male. Part of Dick felt relief and the other a little bit of surprise, relief that Tim showed and perhaps things weren't so bad as he had thought and surprise, well that was because Dick thought he had messed up pretty much everything regarding the Bat family. "I thought we could go on patrol together."He hopped to his feet and moved a little closer to the boy wonder "I'll follow your lead this time." Once he was close enough that they could talk at least privately without worry of being overheard or spied on Dick continued "I messed up last time. I should never have took over like that and I want to make it up to you, Batgirl too. So first of all I'm sorry, I mean it. I was a complete ass to you both. I treated you like a rookie and we both know you are much more than that. I figured maybe you could let me patrol with you tonight? I'll follow your lead. I don't know if you have anything you are chasing down currently or we could go old school and police band it?"
Listening to the police band was something they did when everything was quiet, usually tracking down a super villain was matter of hearing rumours or some sort of staged spectacle of a crime that was pretty obvious or from contacts in the police that signalled a crime up as above their pay grade. Guys like The Joker and Killer Croc were not the best at hiding themselves for long. Other times it was a gang bust that brought up ties to something else. Now and again though, the Bats would listen to the police band and deal with crimes as they were happening. Trying to minimise injuries to the public and police. It was 'easier' in a sense as there was less ground work and actual clue hunting, at least for most of the time. Police band work tended to mean more punching guys in the face than detective work.
Really what Dick wanted to do was try and repair the bond between the two young males of the Bat family, Grayson was pretty sure that given time and a bit more training that Tim would replace the Batman when the time came. Dick certainly didn't want the cowl. His last year of spiralling down that path was more than enough to show the Ex-Robin the error of that path. Still Batman had friends and a team to support him, Dick was sure he could provide something similar to Tim.
And in typical Richard fashion he had to try and lighten the mood a little "I heard you have been working on impressions, you gotta share them with me as the night goes on. I hear your one of me is to die for." The older male smiled playfully. Dick would have been dumb to think that people didn't talk behind his back and Nightwing was not dumb.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 19:19:18 GMT
Tim wasn’t one much for apologies, at least not in this case. Words meant one thing, actions meant another. No matter what Dick said, it wouldn’t matter unless things did actually change when it comes to handing out operations, and partaking in them. It seemed as though tonight Dick was content with Tim taking lead, whether that holds up… we’ll have to see. ”Okay”. Tim would say in response, his usual expressionless look that Tim had whilst donning the domino mask of Robin.
”Nothing concrete right now. Bats’ has had me tracking Two-Face. He’s been smuggling… something, I don’t know what yet, into Gotham. Every exchange of goods has gone down fast, and he’s been careful with covering his tracks… really got nothing to go on”. Two-Face had been something of a nuisance to Tim. He was making it difficult to track him down, and therefore it meant that Tim had been going to bed later than usual for the past few days. But Two-Face would slip up, eventually, he always does. ”Maybe listening to the police band isn’t such a bad idea…”. Tim said with some degree of reluctance. While it had been made clear he was taking lead, things sure did seem to be going more towards Dick’s plan.
Then came that striking revelation. ”Yeah… that’s… that’s not going to happen”. Tim would say in reply. How did Dick know that Tim had an impression of him? Did Batman know about the Bat impression? It was so obviously Alfred. He can keep identities secret, but not impressions. Perhaps soon it would be time to debut an Alfred or Barbara impression. In truth though, Tim was a little embarrassed. The reason as to why the Boy Wonder walked over to the edge of the rooftop, peering away at the people down below. ”Do you think Penguin’s been expanding here? Lot of umbrellas…”.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 20:37:11 GMT
"Maybe fresh eyes on your Two Face stuff could help?" Dick asked politely, he didn't want to push too much, if Tim wanted help then it was offered and it was up to Robin to take it. "Shame about the impressions though, I was looking forward to hearing those." He was genuinely interested, unlike other Bat family members Dick was usually light hearted. It was really only after Wally that Dick had started becoming broody and withdrawn like their Mentor.
"I used to try and do the voice, with the chewing gravel effect but it just ended up giving me coughing fits. Used to do a mean upper class english voice but Alfred thwacked me with a tray when he heard me practising." Looking over the edge with Tim he shook his head "I don't want things to be awkward between us. They shouldn't be but I get I caused it. All I am asking is a chance to put things right." He extended a smile to the Boy Wonder "Seriously, whatever ever you need me to do to help sort things, consider it done."
Motioning to the ground below and the sea of umbrellas Dick shook his head "A whole city full of trick umbrellas is a horrible horrible thought. Maybe Two Face found a shipment of the things and sold them in with a mix of proper ones. 50-50 chance you get a flame thrower or a parasol. Been awhile but not sure even he is that mental."
Taking a few steps to lean against the side of the roof exit Dick motioned to the Boy Wonder "So Robin, what is the plan for tonight? Doesn't need to be a patrol but its such a lovely night for it, seems a shame to waste it. I mean its been days since I almost slid off a wet roof while chasing some ne'er-do'ells. We could scope out the docks if you like or the police band. Tonight is your night, what do you want to do with it?"
Dick wasn't trying to give orders or anything other than suggestions on potential things for them to do, if Tim told Dick to hop on one foot all night then he was damn well going to do his best to do it. This was about repairing the bond between the two. They were brothers in every sense but blood and Dick had damaged it. Let Tim down as well as pushed him away. While he wanted to talk about everything, it seemed better to get things to a more normal state before anything really serious went down.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 10:05:01 GMT
”That’s up to Bruce, not me”. Tim had said following Dick offering help with the Two-Face shenanigans. It wasn’t his decision to make though, it remained with Bruce. There were certain individuals that Tim was cleared to engage, like Zsasz. But Two-Face was a different proposition, a dangerous one and someone probably convening with others. Bruce was lead on that one.
Dick would then express his feelings towards this rather awkward encounter the two found themselves. It never used to be like this, but recent events had clearly taken their toll. As Dick finished, Tim couldn’t help but snap back. ”But things are going to be awkward, aren’t they?”. Tim had said, a grin appearing across his face. ”You treated me like a rookie before, a sidekick, your sidekick. But I’m not, I’m Batman’s sidekick. You should know more than anyone that I can take care of myself, that I know what I’m doing”. That’s what annoyed Tim a great deal, that Dick knew the exact position he was in; trying to find his feet as a sidekick, a hero, and being spoken down to by those who you should be learning from. ”It’s going to take more than giving me lead on patrol to fix that”. Tim added, followed by an exasperated sigh.
“Let’s just… listen to the band”. Tim said with a sense of defeatism to his tone. It was better they get out in the field and do something, rather than spend all night on a rooftop getting deeper into an argument. Unfortunately for Tim, he didn’t have Barbara watching his back this time.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 10:38:51 GMT
"You're right." Dick didn't disagree "I know you can and I over stepped. I just.." Nightwing cut off the words before he could say them, again. Was it really Wallys fault that he had become so withdrawn. Wasn't like the speedster made him do it. The guilt did. Was that what it was like to be Bruce, the guilt like an anchor dragging you down until all that was left was specks of light in the dark to guide you? "Excuses don't fix things. Just, I am sorry, ok?"
Now was the time to just walk away and it was extremely tempting for both of them no doubt. This used to be fun, the patrol and messing about in ways that they could never do with Batman. It was making the best out of it, joking and playing with the crooks. This felt very much like it was with Batman, least for Dick. That struggle to come out from behind the Bat's shadow. To be something more. And then it clicked. That was exactly what Tim was doing, not only did he have the Bat but he had the previous Robin to step out from. Batgirl probably too. Dick had never really thought about it that way. Perhaps he was too wrapped up in his own things like people said.
"You are totally right." Nightwing nodded pushing away from the wall and moving to a waist high ledge to place the little radio scanner "I let my worries and guilt project on to you and Batgirl. Let's just get some work done before I make things worse." He could feel that twist in his gut, the one that for the last year he had continually pushed down and ignored. It was hard to feel like a failure when you had been raised to expect nothing but perfection from everything you did. While Dick didn't want to wallow in it, it was yet another traits that Batman had imparted on his sidekicks. "You can do this solo if you prefer, I don't want you thinking I need to hold your hand or anything. " Richard gave Tim a playful smirk, while the need to run was there Nightwing knew that wouldn't help one bit. Snapping up the police scanner the Ex-Robin tucked it back into its pouch and dashed towards the edge "You want to show me you can look after yourself then you better keep up Robin cause we might be following your lead but we are moving at my speed." With a playful laugh that hadn't been heard in over a year Dick dived over the edge of the building with a loud "Whoo hoo!" Shortly followed by the hiss and snap of a grapple being shot into the distance. No more wallowing Dick decided, no more trying to force things. If you want things to be like they should be, you had to make them by how you act. Wasn't that the core of what Bruce taught? If you are unhappy with something then you did something about it. Crime or not, you had to choose your course and forge ahead. So for Dick, what he wanted to repair things with Tim, to make them how they used to be. So, time to act like it. Playful competition was a key component of their relationship. Not overhanded put downs or taking control. So Dick smirked as he swung to the next building with the grace of the born acrobat that he was, time to put the play back into patrol.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 12:33:59 GMT
With every other word, things were becoming more and more awkward. Tim felt rather relieved when Dick made a move. It was time to shut up and prove a point, something Tim would gladly do. Tim was quite the competitive one. His competitive side had reared its head a fair few times lately, beating Babs’ in racing and smacking a few ragamuffins in a Bumper car after a few poor choice of words towards Cass’. Tim couldn’t turn down a challenge, even if Dick’s acrobatic forte gave him the edge over Tim. Tim was much more of a thinker, and its brains that would allow him to one-up Dick tonight.
Tim would take out his grapple hook and held it up towards the corner of the opposing building. It fired off, and the grapple shot through the air, latching onto a corner component of the building’s rooftop. Tim would hold on tightly as he took a small run up before leaping off from the edge. He would swing through the air, and around the corner. He swung up and grabbed onto the far side corner, pulling himself up whilst putting his grapple gun back on his belt. On the roof, he would see Dick again, stood in front of him. ”I suppose you’re going to run past me, leap off the edge with a flip and then swing just in time to the building behind me, right?”.
Tim had a faint smirk on his face as he took a step back. He was stood on the edge, with the sound of busy traffic speeding down below as people rushed to get out of the rain. Tim held his right hand near to his utility belt, he had a few ideas for throwing Dick off balance if he was to try to rush off in such freedom.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 12:50:15 GMT
Dick smirked as Tim pulled himself up and then gave his idea of what Nightwing would do next, it wasn't a bad tactical assessment but it wasn't what the ex-sidekick had in mind. "I could do that. Though now that I know you are expecting that I shouldn't. Though now you know that I know that you know you might think that since I know you know I will do it anyway." The blue armoured male took a step back, closer to the edge. He held his grapple gun in his hands and looked at it briefly and then over the edge, quickly checking something before turning his attention back to Tim.
"You know I was thinking about all of this over and over for the past year, everything that had happened. Everything that might happen. I let it eat me up inside. Let it turn me into someone I'm not. I need help to do that. I was never much of a solo player, not like Batman is. So what I need from you is trust. Both ways. You need to know that I trust you and I need you to see that I trust you completely." A playful grin was forming across his lips. Dick was forming a plan.
"Actions speak louder than words. So, lets get the action started." Dick grinned and tossed his grapple gun towards Tim, it was that sort of way you would toss a ball to someone to catch easily. "No safety net. One night only. Time to put my money where mouth is."
To say that Dick was a daredevil at heart was like saying Barbara had red hair or that Tim was going to be an amazing detective. Which is to say, definitely, without a shadow of a doubt. So as he flipped off the edge into a swan dive towards the pavement. Trust exercises, team building things they make you do in offices. Fall back and trust the other person to catch you. Normal things like that. Dick now took it a step further as he dropped towards the swamp of brollys below, he could see that green one again as it made its way through the crowd of blacks and more normal colors. Just like a green spot moving through the crowd. Something about it struck him as strange. Maybe it was the weird patterns on the green background or maybe the way it was hurrying but something in his gut told him it was off.
Now all he needed to do was stop falling to his death and tell Tim about it, they might have a case after all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 13:08:17 GMT
Tim got a little caught up in the tongue twisting words of Dick that only served to confuse. Before he could grasp it clearly, Tim found himself catching the grapple gun belonging to Dick who had thrown it over to him like a football – props to Alfred for getting Tim to do sports. Tim looked down at the grapple gun in his hands as Dick had gone on to explain himself. It was something about trust.
”Wait, what?”. Tim said, looking up towards Dick who was prepping to throw himself off the edge of the roof. Dick was an idiot. A trust exercise was one thing, but this was purely idiotic. Trust does nothing to affect accuracy, or luck. While Tim had two chances to rescue the former Robin, there was a chance he couldn’t. It was a test. Batman often gave Tim tests. Though they never had such grim consequences should he fail. Then Dick disappeared, leaping off from the edge. Uh oh, it was ‘GO’ time.
Tim ran over to the edge, and one thought in particular struck him; where was Red Arrow when you needed him? One of those safety net arrows would be great right about now. With the grapple gun of Dick’s, Tim loomed over the edge and took aim as Dick free fell through the air to the mass crowds down below. It was quite a scary prospect that laid ahead of Tim, and for a moment did Tim close his eyes and take a deep breath, clearing his mind and calming the fiery anger he had built up from before. He opened his eyes a second or two later and wasted no time in taking aim and firing off the grapple hook. The hook sped through the air down towards Dick, and latched onto his right foot. He would feel himself come to a sudden immediate stop, followed by gradual elevation as Tim set about pulling Dick back up to the roof.
He was lucky. Tim didn’t have the best shot.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 13:41:26 GMT
Why had he not done this before? The oncoming doom that sped towards him was actually good for his mind. Clarity came at moments like this. What was important and what wasn't.
He was bobbing along now as Tim brought him back up to the roof, Dick got a good view of Gotham. Even into a girls bedroom who while jumped in fright at the hero as he moved past her window was none the less greeted by a playful smile and a wave. Why break a habit of a life time?
Once he got to a point that he could help get himself back on to solid ground he did so with a grin "Nice save." Not the most words in the world but it was genuine and Dick was really glad to see Tim had caught him. There was a flag pole he could have caught before it was too late but he honestly wanted to put his life into the teens hands. For himself as well as Robin.
Looking over the edge he pointed out the green umbrella that had been bothering him "See that one, its been rushing about down there for awhile now. Back and forth for a bit and now its going into that old store. Think it used to be Ralfies before it shut a couple of years back. Sold geek stuff, comics and movie memorabilia. What do you think?" Dick gave Robin the chance to determine the next step if there even was a next step. It was just an umbrella after all. That and Dick was letting Tim decide what they did, the planning and everything else. Now that things seemed a little more evened out and less awkward. Was kinda nice how crazy stunts could have that effect on you.
Dick took a seat while he let Robin think it over, he looked over the edge to see the brunette he saw on the way up looking up at him from a few stories down. He gave her another wave and a grin to her surprise. Nothing wrong with being friendly, especially to attractive women. Nightwing couldn't let himself get distracted though, tonight was not the night to find out her name or her number. Tonight was about patrolling with his little brother. Though from what he could make out, she had blue eyes. He did like a nice set of piercing blue eyes. Now he was wondering what Babs was up to. Was he always so easily distracted? He turned his attention back to Robin, Tim was why he was on the roof, not the brown haired girl further down who had by now ducked back into her window now that the surreal moment had passed.
"So what's the plan cappitan?" Purposefully making the words rhythm as he hopped back to his feet, hoping that Tim had had enough time to think of their next course of action.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 13:58:00 GMT
Once it appeared as though Dick was back up on the roof, touching solid ground. Tim threw the grapple gun back to him. It was best to do it before either forget, that could lead to some otherwise avoidable situations in the future. Tim wasn’t so much as given a moment to process what had just happened before Dick moved onto something else; a green umbrella.
Nothing initially seemed wrong about it. Perhaps someone who just shared a taste not seen in Gotham, or maybe the store they had bought it from had run out of black umbrellas. There was nothing remotely untoward going on here. But, this is Gotham. There was always something untoward going on, and when someone sticks out; it tends to be for a reason. At the mere mention did Tim’s attention turn to the owner of the green umbrella, as the person walked into the small store. A plan was now needed.
The problem they had here, was that they were in costume. Heading down onto the streets would cause too many problems, and draw them unwanted attention. A stealthy approach is what was needed; at least until they could get a read on what was going on concerning the green umbrella owner. ”I think you should get a little closer. See if you can figure out what they’re doing, without engagement”. Tim said. It was also a ploy to keep Dick focused on the task at hand. He wouldn’t find that blue eyed brunette inside – yes, Tim had noticed. ”I’ll remain watching from afar. Watch the exits, see if anyone else enters. What goes on in there could cause a reaction out here, or vice versa. We’ll stay on comms”. That was the plan. All they could plan for at the moment was scouting; one in close, one from afar. ”When you’re ready…”.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 11:00:51 GMT
Stealthy, Dick could do stealthy. With a nod he hopped from the side of the building and made his way down the fire escape. That way he could make his way through the alley way and get behind the building they were interested in. Leave Robin to scope out the front side. Was odd taking orders from Tim, was weird taking orders from anyone really but it would be good for him, Nightwing reminded himself. Going it alone was what had caused all this mess.
Crouching along the wall until he could peak through the wooden boards that covered the windows Dick squinted to get a better angle or line of sight until he finally saw who was inside. There was lights on in the centre of the room, just pointing at the wall away from the window in an atttempt to mute the light or the attention the would bring. Dick could see what looked like a set of tools but it looked like a large assortment. He could see welders as well as spanners, even some what looked like delicate electronic tools. The sort of thing the Bat family used to do the micro gadgets they built. He just couldn't get a look at who might be using them.
"It looks like someone has set up some sort of weird gadget lab. I can't get a clear view of who is inside though. I can see the umbrella through, its been tossed to the side. Wait I see...a head?" Dick moved a little further along to peer through another set of boards "Yeah, someone is building a robot. And now they are putting a wig on it. Who builds lady robots?" He kept his voice low through the com, whoever was in the building was definitely doing something and he didn't want to give them away. "Red headed robot and I think he is singing something but I can't make it out but it sounds japanese. How do you want to proceed?"
Dick gave the planning ball back to Tim, no matter what Dick wanted to do it wasn't his call to make or the point of the evening. So while keeping an eye on whatever was going on inside the hero waited for his partner for the evening
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 18:30:22 GMT
Tim would look on as Dick departed from the rooftop and head on over towards the store. On closer inspection, Tim would take note of the type of store. It was a pawn shop, and in the shop windows it had various items that people may be interested in. Some electronic devices, like old TV’s, and even a few fine looking antiques. It was quite the shady place indeed, and from the looks of things; no-one seemed to be going in or out.
It was time to find a different vantage point, perhaps a better one. Tim took a glance at his surroundings, and there appeared to be another rooftop nearby. It was slightly lower, and would help get a view of the store from another angle. Tim took a small run up as he leapt off the edge, landing onto the next roof with his two feet landing firmly atop it. He then sprinted again, and leapt across to another rooftop of similar height. The space between was cleared with ease, and Tim then approached the rooftop edge nearer to the store. It was a side view of the place, and the windows on the side seemed to be either broken, or boarded up. It was dark, and Tim couldn’t see inside. But it didn’t take a genius to work out this wasn’t the most innocent store.
”Uhhh, try to see if you can get a view of whoever it is inside. Those tools seem to be a little too specialist for a store of that kind. Perhaps there is more than meets the eye with them”. Tim would say initially as his gaze looked towards the store in question. But what captured Tim’s attention, was the roof, another way in. ”Looks like a way in on the roof. I’ll head there, and work my way down”. It appeared to be a solid enough plan from the sounds of it. It remained unclear as to who they were dealing with, and until they did a cautious approach was needed; they needed to know facts, not go on hunches. ”Keep me posted”. Tim would add, a reminder. Each member of the Bat Family did have a tendency to keep quiet; Bruce and Tim tended to be the worst offenders.
From there, Tim unclipped his grapple gun from his utility belt as he looked to swing from rooftop to rooftop in order to support Dick.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 18:53:55 GMT
"Will do Robin." Dick said softly as he moved further along the outside of the building trying to get a better look at what was going on inside. Eventually he settled with ripping a board off, between the sound of the singing and zip zip of welding it seemed safe enough. Stopping for a moment he want to unlock the back door, better to have an entrance or exit ready just incase something went banana shapped. Working with a lock picks was like wearing gloves for the bat family, Bruce made them practice.A lot. "Backdoor is unlocked if we need it." Nightwing added in keeping with Tim's instruction to keep in contact before moving back to peer through the larger hole in the boards he had made.
"Ok, I can see the robot better now. Uh..ok..wow.." Dick tried not to laugh but his voice was definitely amused "well Miss Roboto certainly is endowed. I mean whoever is making this thing has serious issues." Dick could appreciate all sorts of kinks, robot women was definitely one of the weirder ones and not on his list as yet. Though not yet was probably the best way to put it. Now he was wondering just what sort of conversations he could have with Tim,after all the guy had a thing for a certain blonde and Dick was curious as to how that was going. Was it bad form to talk about stuff like that on patrol? Probably but that wasn't going to stop Dick. "So how are things with a certain slinky demi-god?" Dick asked with the same playful tone. He felt it was good for Tim to meet people and date outside the bat circle, someone like Cassie would present all sorts of problems but good ones for growth and being more than the Bat the hero hoped.
Bruce was a terrible role model for romance, not that Dick was much better. He was always searching for something, never finding it but that didn't stop him from continuing to keep looking. "Don't want to distract you or anything but I figure we haven't really talked much and we need to catch up." Besides watching some large chested robot being constructed was just weird as hell and he wanted the distraction, it just stunk to him of desperate loneliness. It was kinda creepy but at the same time kinda wanted to hear Batgirls input on it. Barbara would no doubt have some cutting remark that would be aimed at Dick as much as it was at the perp making the perv bot. "Remind me to ask Batgirl what she thinks about robot girls and singing in japanese wacky creators."
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