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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 20:53:29 GMT
Aiming the grapple gun towards the rooftop of the store, Tim found himself soon after being propelled towards it with speed. He shot through the rain filled sky, with those below remaining unaware. Gripping the side of the roof, Tim pulled himself up and reattached the grapple gun to his belt. A glance up, and he would see the door, hoping it was open – not that it would be a problem if it wasn’t. Tim proceeded to step on over, and with a simple push did the door swing open to reveal a staircase heading downwards. The lock was busted, perhaps the person occupying the place didn’t anticipate many visitors coming through the roof. ”I’m heading in now, rooftop door is unlocked”. Another exit should they need it. Tim would then make his way down the staircase.
Tim made his way down the stairs and stepped out into a rather large, open room. It was a cluttered mess, filled with boxes and crates. Some were open, some not, but in less than good condition. A few wires and electronic pieces hung out, littering the floor. It seemed that Tim was in the stock room, with the parts in keeping with what Dick was describing. ”I’m in some sort of stock room. It’s just boxes, crates… guessing the parts of your FemBot down there. No sign of anyone here though, I’m going to head down a floor”. Tim would say in a rather hushed tone. He saw the stairs down towards the next floor, but on his way heard Dick making small talk… about Cass. ”Keep focused on the mission”. Tim said in reply. Tim wasn’t particularly fond of discussing Cassie with Dick, or Barbara. He figured they would only tease him. Regardless though, they needed to focus.
Tim made his way down, and was crouched behind a door. Slowly, and with care did Tim gradually open the door in front of him a tiny bit. Only enough to take a glance through, and he did see someone. ”I’ve got eyes on a target”. Tim said in a hushed tone. On the other side of the room was a television, blaring. It was some Sci Fi show, and the weird sound of aliens could be heard, along with gunfire. In front of the television was a seat, and in it appeared to be a man. He wasn’t in the best shape, a tad overweight if anything; gorging down a sandwich of some sort. But the problem remained, who the hell was this? Tim couldn’t see the guys face. Tim backed up a little, and the door closed. It was like he was never there. ”I can’t see his face though. Maybe cause a distraction downstairs, draw his attention; one of us should be able to get a good look”. Tim suggested. Figuring out who it was exactly, is the priority.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 18:53:45 GMT
"Sure thing." Dick said, shame Tim didn't want to talk about his love life. Chances were it was better than the older males.
Dick slipped into the building now and crept slowly across the floor in true sneaky Bat fashion. Everything else might have been mess up in his life but his skills were at least still on par, it was probably the only thing he had kept up with during the time away. Though what sort of distraction was best?
Smoke bomb maybe? Make it look something was on fire? Better than a noise maker? Or was it? Dick made his way around the Fembot to get a better look and stopped with a blink "Oh crap." The bot was dressed a lot like Batgirl, same sort of outfit if not a bit more revealing. Ah who was Dick kidding, this set up was way beyond a bit. Not one to resist temptation he took out a camera and took a couple of pictures. "Someone has a major thing for Batgirl. The Fembot is dressed up kinda, sorta like her. Though from looking around this guy has a major costume fetish. I can see other heroine costumes and stuff from TV. Dude we're dealing with an A grade Perv." Dick turned a few times to take a few more pictures. It was then he figured the best distractions were the simplest. Also he couldn't wait to see Barbs face when he showed her these pictures.
Reaching out he tipped a wrench off its table and let it clatter to the ground before finding himself a place to hide while watching the way in. Hopefully either he or Tim would get a decent look at the crazy nut job that had a thing for super heroines and tv characters. People said Dick was bad but this guy took the cake.
Though what they would do once they knew who it was Nightwing wasn't really sure, was Tim's call after all but chances are once the Boy Wonder knew who it was the plan would fall into place. Was kinda weird letting someone else call the shots for awhile but it was a good exercise for Richard, was nice to put things into someone elses hands for a change. Go with the flow so to speak. "I have eyes on the door to the lab, let me know the plan once you make ID."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 18:42:46 GMT
Tim couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the more recent transmission from Dick. It seemed like they were always dealing with a psychopath or a stalker with some fetish. Just once it would be nice to track down a normal run-of-the-mill stalker with no robotic skills. One can dream. ”You’re… you’re going to take a picture, aren’t you? Just a heads up, that won’t end well”. Tim knew Dick too well, and soon after he spoke did he hear the somewhat muted sound of photos being taken. And while he knew Dick would do that, Tim also knew full well that Dick would pay no attention to what he just said. ”Please let me be there when you show Barb’”. Tim added. He would absolutely adore that opportunity, mostly because Barbara would hand out a can of whoop ass at Dick’s expense.
Tim waited a few moments, and then gently pushed the door open a little again. In the distance he heard the distraction, and the resident pervert took the bait. He grumbled, before getting up from out of his chair and leaving the room; presumably to check out where the noise came from. Once he had left, Tim pushed the door open wide and entered himself. His movement remained quiet, each step was soft. He moved over towards the chair, and on the floor in front were a few TV Guides, along with a couple opened DVD cases. ”Seems to be a bit of a TV bum too… he’s headed your way, Dick”. Tim said down the comms once more.
There was nothing that Tim could do now. Dick was likely to get a glimpse of their perp, so Tim just had to be ready. However, it didn’t stop the Boy Wonder from flicking through the scattered collection of DVD’s. You never know, he might have a super rare DVD.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 7:25:58 GMT
Dick watched as the large girthed male walked into the lab and looked around curiously. Dick squinted to get an ID on the weirdo but the lighting was all focused on the fembot. As the guy picked up the spanner Nightwing could see him looking around some more before attaching what looked like a weird remote control looking arm band.
Then it all clicked. As he dashed forward to stop the man from touching the remote he shouted over the coms "It's Control Freak! Get out. I repeat. Control Freak." It was too late though. A button press sent a wide green light through the entire building any and all humans not wearing the band were teleported away.
Dick hit the floor in a tumble as his momentum carried him forward and through where Control Freak should have been and stopped at the edge of a bright red sofa. Picking himself up he looked around at what appeared to be a 60's sitcom. "Great. As if tonight wasn't weird enough." Dick sighed and jumped a little when the laugh track added fake laughter to his comment. "Ah man, really?" Another bout of canned laughter. The hero wondered why Control Freak had sent them here, it was pretty harmless after all. It was at that point that the door from the kitchen opened and a cute blonde stepped into the room, definitely the 60's Dick thought from her hair style and clothes. "Mom! There are weird people in the living room!" Dick turned to see Tim had also appeared, that was unfortunate as it meant they had to get their way out together and no one had access to the remote. Though knowing Control Freak he was already online blogging or twittering about how he bested super heroes because he was the biggest villain in the world. So maybe they would get help...if anyone believed the guy.
Dick smiled at the blonde before turning to Tim "We were just leaving, we're the.." he looked around trying to think of something that would be acceptable in this sort of tv reality. "We're the uh..secret service." Again that annoying laugh track. That was going to drive him insane soon enough, though he was glad it was Tim here and not one of the other team members that would have taken advantage of that horrible effect. Tim wouldn't, would he?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 12:22:35 GMT
Tim remained on an upper floor for now, where he was continuing to look through the stuff that whoever it was had stored up there. Plenty of DVDs were scattered around, but also a few VHS tapes. This dude, was oldschool. It was at that point when Tim was looking through the tapes that he had Dick confirm who it was through their comms. ”Control Freak, figures”. Tim said in reply, though unaware of the looming danger. Tim was looking over a VHS tape of an old 60s sitcom when it happened. A bright green flash enveloped the place, as Tim felt himself being pulled from the real world and into somewhere different.
Somewhere that was much different. Upon opening his eyes again, Tim found himself stood in front of a door that looked to be behind some sort of television set. He approached it, and knocked three times. He waited a few seconds, but there was no response – only the sound of people talking. Tim decided to push the door open, and as he did so; stepped into the set of the VHS tape he was browsing before – with Dick and a blonde gal as company.
”Where are w-“. Tim would say, with the sound of canned laughter shortly following. ”Wait… I want to try this again”. Tim said to Dick, before backing out through the door he came from, closing the door as well. A few seconds later, the door swung wide open as Tim stepped through with a huge smile on his face. ”Honey! I’m home!”. Canned laughter was sure to follow, and in truth; Tim was getting a little caught up in the moment. ”Always wanted to do that…”. He would add as he walked over towards Dick and the blonde.
”Yes, we are the… uhhh… ‘secret’ service”. Tim said, turning towards the camera with a wink; canned laughter following. He could get used to this. ”I’ll… I’ll shut up now…”. Tim added. What followed was the sound of a live audience all in unison making a D’awww type sound, gutted at the news.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 22:29:48 GMT
"You just..."Dick shook his head before looking at the younger male "Wish I had thought of that." As he grinned there was the now usual canned laughter and the blonde looked at them both confused. "Well uh Agents....I guess my mom must have called you about the aliens next door? My friend Betty said she saw them late last night moving something into the backyard. Isn't that just scary?"
With a glance at Tim Nightwing nodded "Sure thing, we'll go check out those aliens." It was weird, the blonde was pretty cute in that retro way but Dick had no urge to flirt with her at all. As he made his way to the door he pondered that simple fact. The only thing that made sense was that being in whatever show this was enforced some sort of rules over its inhabitants. He couldn't be sure if that was Control Freaks doing or part of whatever technology the man used to achieve this, whatever this was.
Outside was just as retro as the insides, like the dream of 60's middle america. Every house was the same, the same white picket fence with the same cars and flowers and mail boxes. It was like a neighbourhood of clones. The only differences were things like curtains and little personal touches but nothing was enough to stand out from the rest. It was nothing like Gotham or Bludhaven. A place like this in a city like that would be burned to the ground by gangs in minutes.
Once Tim had caught up Dick finished his survey of the scene and stopped when he focus was back on the boy wonder. Again they were doing whatever Tim wanted to do, his plan and his choices. Even with this small hiccup in the patrol plan Dick was sticking to that plan. Even if it was his plan to begin with. Which in a weird way was oddly confusing but he wasn't going to waste time on thinking it through.
"So what do you think?" Dick asked the currently team leader "nice touch with the I'm home line, first thing that was said that deserved the canned laughter." Hmm no laughter, did that mean it only functioned when people from the show were nearby or was something else at play? Dick was also sure he had a thing about Retro Barbara but couldn't bring himself to speak it out loud, that wasn't good as it would seem the show was influencing his behaviour. Perhaps this was Control Freaks trap after all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 12:04:45 GMT
Tim felt rather chuffed with himself about that awesome line, told by the huge smirk that had appeared across his face. ”Got to think fast”. What made Tim feel even more proud, was besting Dick to the one liner. It isn’t often that you beat Dick to a one liner, unless you’re one of the Flash troop. Tim said nothing from then on, listening into discussions; aliens? Just great, hopefully they are as friendly as Miss Martian.
When Dick left through the door, Tim followed and soon found himself stuck in the stereotypical suburbs of America – white picket fence, sprinklers in some of the front yards, even a couple of gnomes. It was like something out of a story book, or a cartoon. There were no visible imperfections, everything was precise. But that didn’t bother Tim, not at all. ”What was that back there?”. Tim would say as he caught up with Dick, walking by his side. ”She was… fairly hot, and you didn’t even try anything”. That was odder than the setting they found themselves in. Tim was fully expecting to have to stand there and watch as Dick works his way through his collection of pickup lines. ”Let me guess… still favoring the redheads more?”. It seemed that all the Bat-Boys had a certain ‘type’. Bruce liked the dark hair gals most, for Dick, it was redheads. Tim was more of a sucker for blondes.
”So what do you think?”
”I… really don’t know”.Tim said with a hint of disappointment in his tone. This really was an all-new experience for him. It was at least more memorable than chasing a Penguin, or dealing with Zsasz. ”I haven’t really dealt with Control Freak before. I’m just going with what our fellow actors tell us to do”. He added. ”Maybe that will lead us to him?”. Tim would say as he came to a stop just before the front door of the neighboring house. He then turned towards it, and gave it a gentle push. The door swung open, and Tim stepped through.
It was very much like he was pulled somewhere else again. Tim now found himself in now a much more realistic city setting. It was a dark night, a wintery chill in the air. He was stood before a giant building, a small hole blown into it with debris from it resting at his feet. There were alarms going off, and a search light moving about the area. Then everything just clicked. ”LAPD – hands in the air where we can see them”. Tim turned around, and in front of him was a squadron of police cars. Tim of course held his hands up, high above his head as he glanced about his surroundings. The squad cars were all stationary, but the red and blue lights blared around and round. Positioned behind the police cars were several police men, all of them armed with their firearms aimed in Tim’s direction. There was one with a megaphone, obviously the top dog. ”Don’t move, kid, an’ follow my lead”. Tim turned his head with reluctance to the left. There stood a man beside him, a briefcase in one hand, with a sub-machine gun in the other. He was rather well dressed for a crook, sporting a shaved haircut and unkempt rough stubble. Things had escalated quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2015 5:59:40 GMT
"She was cute" Dick said as he followed along behind Tim "I think the show influences behaviour, but yeah red heads are definitely better." That was an understatement. He could have went on and on about how red heads were rarer and more interesting temperaments but there were more pressing matters at hand. Like Tim vanishing through a door. Batman would have checked the area, planned ahead for whatever was through the door but for Nightwing, well all he thought was his little brother had just disappear and he wasn't standing about to work out what might have happened.
As his boot hit the pavement Dick looked around with slight confusion, what was this? The flashing blue and red light off the wall drew his attention first and then all the police with guns. All pointed at a guy with a briefcase and a Robin beside him. There was a guy shouting at the pair from a megaphone, if he squinted and added a bit of facial hair it could have been Commissioner Gordon, sort of.
Was this a cop show? If it was then a gun fight was about to begin. With Tim caught in the middle. No one seemed to have noticed the costumes, or the ex-sidekick for now. So he had that advantage but now the issue of what to do.
He could disarm the gun man or wait and do nothing, tonight was supposed to be about Robin calling the shots and putting his trust in someone else, letting his foot off the increasingly speeding accelerator on that big truck to lonely and die aloneville. So his fingers moved to his trusty wing dings and waited, ready to back whatever play the younger male had. Also ready to step in if he needed too, Dick really wanted to act but restrained himself mentally as well as physically for the sake of the bigger picture.
The costumed hero did move however, making sure that Tim could see he was there and let Dick get a better view of what was about to happen. Knowing the training they both had drilled into them both, gun man was about to be in a world of hurt. Unless of course the show had made Tim into the bad guy too. Well that would just be awkward and sort of amusing. Babs would not approve of the two of them fighting, tv show rules or not. But then she wasn't here and they would never tell if it came down to that.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 10:01:34 GMT
Tim’s eyes widened having heard the man beside him speak. What the heck was he going to do? Did he not see the guns pointed at him? Either way; whatever it is that the crook had in mind wouldn’t help Tim in the slightest. He was assumed to be his partner in crime, something the domino mask didn’t help to discourage otherwise. ”Don’t do anything”. Tim whispered back in response, but the crook just shook his head. ”Trust me, kid. I know how ta’ get us out a this”.
”Us? I didn’t do anything!”. Tim said in reply. A whisper again, but it was obvious that he was angry. Glancing back towards the cops, did Tim spot someone of use; Dick. He appeared to be waiting… which Tim wasn’t too fond of. If there was a time for Dick to swoop in, pull rank and play the hero card; this was that time. Tim nodded his head to one side, gesturing towards the crook. It was only slight movement however, signalling to Dick. He didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself. It was a plea of; ‘do something’. And Dick would have to shortly if he didn’t want a bullet wounded little brother.
The crook lowered his submachine gun and unloaded half a clip at the police officers before sprinting off towards a nearby alley. The cops all ducked, and none were wounded fortunately. But this brought a chase, as several coppers ran after the crook; while others went to go apprehend Tim who remained stood there with his hands held up above his head.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 4:03:14 GMT
Dick remained where he was, trying to think of a plan to help Tim. Sure, Tim was in charge, but was he ready to get himself out of something like this? Dick wasn't sure, and he wasn't willing to take that risk. So, when Tim seemed to give him a signal, Dick knew he had to do something. He wasn't sure how much time he had to think, though. But then gunfire was exchanged and the crook took off, so some officers split off after him, while others moved in on Tim.
Ok, time to act. He reached down to his legs and pulled his two sticks. He smashed them both into the windows of one of the squad cars in order to cause a loud shattering sound, hoping to use that as a distraction to at least draw the attention of the officers away from Tim. He swiftly put one stick away and tore a smoke bomb out of his belt as he span to face towards the police.
If all went according to plan, hopefully they would turn to see him. Dick motioned towards Tim as he faced the younger man to run, but hoped Tim would understand to do that only if he got an opening. He didn't want to hurt these officers, after all. If they would turn, he could drop the smoke bomb and vanish, and then hopefully Tim would also have fled by then.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 9:26:20 GMT
The loud blaring sound created by Dick would cause the officers, as well as Tim found themselves shrieking from the sound. Tim wasn’t nearly as effected, much more used to dealing with such sounds. It drew the attention of the officers who turned towards Dick. Tim took this opportunity to lower his hands and reach into his utility belt. He pulled out a few small smoke pellets and threw them down towards the ground. The pellets broke open and unleashed a veil of smoke around Tim, allowing him to disappear into the thick smog.
”I’m going after the cro-”. Tim would say through his earpiece after having climbed up to the roof of a nearby building. He was going to track down the crook, but then a sudden realization caused him to pause for thought. ”This is a television show, right? …do we even need to stop him?”. It seemed like a distraction. If the crooks escapades affected the real world in no way, then… what’s the point of giving chase?
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 23:27:13 GMT
As soon as the police turned to Dick, he saw that Tim took advantage and dropped his own smoke pellets. Good, he understood. Dick dropped his own and vanished into the cloud of smoke, dodging around the cars and keeping low, getting up beside a house. He kept low and moved around so he was completely out of sight of the police officers. He had no idea what any of this meant, not really. This was a show that existed, so at least these people were probably modeled after the actors and actresses from it, but would it affect anything if they fought or hurt anyone? Probably not.
Dick heard Tim's voice in his ear and kept moving, "I don't think so," Dick said, "If I had to guess, this world stops existing when we leave. I mean, I can't imagine there's an existing, parallel world for every television show that never ends. If this show was from the 1960's, then I find it hard to believe this has been running in some form for the last 60 or so years." Of course, maybe it just sprang into existence since Control Freak made his device. Who knew? "We need to rendezvous."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 16:38:01 GMT
”Agreed”. Tim would say in response from atop the roof he was on. He kept down low, crouched slightly as he scanned the immediate area for the whereabouts of Dick. The smoke they had left behind was gradually starting to disperse up into the air, making things a whole lot more visible. ”I don’t think Control Freak is here either”. Tim added as he continued looking for Dick. ”With what he had in his lair, I don’t see him as being the type to watch a lot of cop shows”. It was mostly Sci-Fi, Anime and Fantasy merchandise in the warehouse they were once in – along with a certain vigilante costume. It didn’t exactly scream ‘fan of buddy cop’ movies, or anything remotely close.
”Spotted you, stay there, I’ll come to you”. Tim would then reach into his utility belt and take hold of his grapple gun. He aimed it near the building that Dick was nearby, with the grapple latching onto part of the surface. From there it acted as a zip line, as Tim glided through the air down towards Dick’s position. ”Head through another mystery door… maybe we can find him this time”. That’s how it worked, right? Every door presented a new scenario, hopefully they were catching up with their nerdy foe.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 21:07:18 GMT
Tim had a point, this wasn't Control Freak's style. Why would he care about...what was this? Was this an old cop show, or an old sitcom that just happened to have a lot more going on outside the walls of the house? Dick wasn't sure, but he did actually want to look into this when he got out. He remembered the woman's face they had met, so assuming she was a main character, he could start perusing the internet. Although he was afraid of finding her and what she might look like now. That would have been a shocking swerve and put a bit of a damper on Dick's day. "Yeah, this is weird," Dick agreed, "But we can question him after we beat him. Because I actually want some answers on that."
Dick watched Tim come in on the zip line and land beside him. "There are a lot of places here to search," Dick told Tim. Was this neighborhood the extent of it, or was there an entire world here? If so, that would mean they'd probably never escape, "There has to be an easier way," he told Tim. He looked at his arm, "I wonder if my holo-computer could run a search for advanced technology...," Dick muttered. He wasn't sure if Control Freak would have blocked that somehow, since it was obviously too advanced for the technology of whatever year they were in.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 10:02:17 GMT
”Yeah… you do that scan thing”.. Tim would say in a rather nonchalant way as he stepped out from where they were hidden, to walk down the road. ”Jackpot”. Tim said as he stopped before a building a few several from where they were originally. It was a small store, independent it seemed, with the front window covered with posters for comics, and various nerd memorabilia on display.
Tim didn’t utter another word to Dick. He simply assumed Dick would know what he was thinking; Barbara seemed to have a good read on that. Tim would push the door open wide and step through, into the unknown. “You’ve so got to check this out”. Tim said, after having been transported into another world of tv and film. It was more Sci-Fi now, as Tim found himself inside a nightclub of some sort. Everyone there, dancing or at the bar sported futuristic attire, associated with the stereotypical idea people had when they thought futuristic. There weren’t only humans either, aliens too, of all shapes and sizes.
Tim didn’t even stand out amidst all of this, his Robin attire was perhaps the closest thing to normal. It really was a bizarre situation that he certainly didn’t think he would find himself in come the start of the night. And among it all, Tim spotted Control Freak across the floor. He was located in the VIP section of the futuristic night club, surrounded by ladies of a different species to them. ”He’s here”.
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