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@cockroach-drifting-goon
Hey!!!
I am cockroach. I don't think I legally exist anymore and my real name is lost to the streets anyway. I get by being a goon to the various rogues in Gotham City.
I work for almost anyone. I will never work for the Joker, fuck that guy!
Yeah, if you want something done under the radar, I'm up to do it.
A woman dressed in a bloodied, ripped hood, one of Scarcrow's goons' customized gas masks, and wielding a freeze gun approaches Tim on the way to school.
"Hold it right there, you are comming with me! Or I will throw this into the building and freeze all entrances!"
She brandishes one of the fear toxin containers to prove her point.
-@cockroach-drifting-goon
Oh no! But I have go to school! :(
*Puts my hands on my head, acting terrified*
Don't fear gas them!
"Get in the van."
She gestures to the van that clearly belongs to one of Two-Faces get-away drivers.
Just ONCE I want to be dragged out of a building kicking and screaming. ONCE.
Real! Want help with that?
Yeah, sure, I guess.
If you want it to be an angry grown man you could come over and we spar and I pretend you hurt me. My dad would definitely drag you out lol
I offer myself as the one dragging you out... either of you...
That wouldn't be bad. I'll note that as an option.
I also trapped a Tim Drake from another universe in an unused Riddler trap course.
Oh..well don't do that.
He wanted it! I timed his escape.
Oh, well why didn't you say that? If it was voluntary then it's not that big of a deal
Because we managed to make everyone worry and I actually pulled a gun on him to get him out of online classes
Oh my gosh, I love that.
Want that too? I even have a ripped hoody with blood-soaked sleeves I can wear!
I would love that, but I don't have any online classes right now and I doubt it'd be in your best interest to walk into a school with a gun. :(
Hm, I also have a freeze gun. And I know where to get some of 'Crow's stuff!
That could work!
Fine, I will get you. Tomorrow. I need to replace some stuff of the course.
Just ONCE I want to be dragged out of a building kicking and screaming. ONCE.
Real! Want help with that?
Yeah, sure, I guess.
If you want it to be an angry grown man you could come over and we spar and I pretend you hurt me. My dad would definitely drag you out lol
I offer myself as the one dragging you out... either of you...
That wouldn't be bad. I'll note that as an option.
I also trapped a Tim Drake from another universe in an unused Riddler trap course.
Oh..well don't do that.
He wanted it! I timed his escape.
Oh, well why didn't you say that? If it was voluntary then it's not that big of a deal
Because we managed to make everyone worry and I actually pulled a gun on him to get him out of online classes
Oh my gosh, I love that.
Want that too? I even have a ripped hoody with blood-soaked sleeves I can wear!
I would love that, but I don't have any online classes right now and I doubt it'd be in your best interest to walk into a school with a gun. :(
Hm, I also have a freeze gun. And I know where to get some of 'Crow's stuff!
Just ONCE I want to be dragged out of a building kicking and screaming. ONCE.
Real! Want help with that?
Yeah, sure, I guess.
If you want it to be an angry grown man you could come over and we spar and I pretend you hurt me. My dad would definitely drag you out lol
I offer myself as the one dragging you out... either of you...
That wouldn't be bad. I'll note that as an option.
I also trapped a Tim Drake from another universe in an unused Riddler trap course.
Oh..well don't do that.
He wanted it! I timed his escape.
Oh, well why didn't you say that? If it was voluntary then it's not that big of a deal
Because we managed to make everyone worry and I actually pulled a gun on him to get him out of online classes
Oh my gosh, I love that.
Want that too? I even have a ripped hoody with blood-soaked sleeves I can wear!
Just ONCE I want to be dragged out of a building kicking and screaming. ONCE.
Real! Want help with that?
Yeah, sure, I guess.
If you want it to be an angry grown man you could come over and we spar and I pretend you hurt me. My dad would definitely drag you out lol
I offer myself as the one dragging you out... either of you...
That wouldn't be bad. I'll note that as an option.
I also trapped a Tim Drake from another universe in an unused Riddler trap course.
Oh..well don't do that.
He wanted it! I timed his escape.
Oh, well why didn't you say that? If it was voluntary then it's not that big of a deal
Because we managed to make everyone worry and I actually pulled a gun on him to get him out of online classes
Just ONCE I want to be dragged out of a building kicking and screaming. ONCE.
Real! Want help with that?
Yeah, sure, I guess.
If you want it to be an angry grown man you could come over and we spar and I pretend you hurt me. My dad would definitely drag you out lol
I offer myself as the one dragging you out... either of you...
That wouldn't be bad. I'll note that as an option.
I also trapped a Tim Drake from another universe in an unused Riddler trap course.
Oh..well don't do that.
He wanted it! I timed his escape.
Just ONCE I want to be dragged out of a building kicking and screaming. ONCE.
Real! Want help with that?
Yeah, sure, I guess.
If you want it to be an angry grown man you could come over and we spar and I pretend you hurt me. My dad would definitely drag you out lol
I offer myself as the one dragging you out... either of you...
That wouldn't be bad. I'll note that as an option.
I also trapped a Tim Drake from another universe in an unused Riddler trap course.
Just ONCE I want to be dragged out of a building kicking and screaming. ONCE.
Real! Want help with that?
Yeah, sure, I guess.
If you want it to be an angry grown man you could come over and we spar and I pretend you hurt me. My dad would definitely drag you out lol
I offer myself as the one dragging you out... either of you...
A loud bang disrupts the relative quiet of the house, boots thundering throughout space and banging doors before finding the right one. A woman stands there, a gun and a Freeze gun raised. The face is covered by a gas mask, clearly one of Scarecrow's, showing only the dirty-blond hair and the hazel-golden eyes behind the lenses.
The most alarming thing is not the assortment of equipment of different goons, it's the ripped hoodie and the blood-soaked, washed-out sleeves.
"You will do nicely to test the trap. Come quietly or I will shoot!"
-@cockroach-drifting-goon.
(And yes, I waited an actual half hour or so for the effect before sending this ask)
What the- how did you-
(Tim sputters, doing a pretty good impression of a scared civilian. With a cut off scream, he shuts off the laptop, disconnecting from the class, before turning back around)
thanks for that!! My teacher will be concerned but literally no one else in Gotham will be. Lead the way!!
She keeps quiet and lightly shoves him out of the space to a get-away van where another well-known goon of Two-Face is already waiting. As soon as they are in he drives as if the bats themselves are behind him.
"Any chance they call the cops on us? Or Batman?"
Nah- I’ll have B message them and let them know it’s fine. And I’ll tell him it’s fine too and I just needed a break!
(Tim in contrast to the driving, is pretty calm- genuinely enjoying the break from class)
"Here you go, Robin 5 underground testing course 2!" The getaway driver says. The woman smiled and thanked him before turning back to Tim.
"And what will Bruce Wayne do? You were kidnapped at gunpoint."
I doubt he’ll do anything. I mean- he’ll panic of course, but if I text him I’m fine he shouldn’t do too much before I get home. I’ll explain it to him later- he’s done much worse before. (Tim shrugged, turning his attention to study the space.)
"If you're sure. Here is the start. I'm gonna be over there and make sure this won't kill ya."
Cockroach steers him towards the start, the space where a small chair and ties were, too small to bind Tim. But cage walls came down and separated him from an easy exit as soon as she stepped away. The only way out now were through the course.
The course itself was a multi-level IQ test, including common knowledge, pop culture and senses. Range of visible colors, hearing, and even a brief section for neurodivergent diagnosis or things like synesthesia were present.
It was something Tim could/should remember having undergone the second time he was kidnapped by Riddler. And after seeing the specs of it in Cockroach's apartment.
Ooooo- it’s the updated model (Tim rocked on his heels, already cataloging all the details, before realizing he wasn’t supposed to know the prior ones) this looks um- interesting !!! This is going to be fun!!
Cockroach stares at him a little after the outburst, but sighs and counts him down before releasing the lock on the cage door. She will humor him and time it as well. She had a feeling he would like that. She will ignore that she heard that. The butts do match after all.
(Tim watched carefully as the lock was opened, and he was free to start the course. He had a feeling Cockroach was onto him, but ignorance was bliss. He cautiously but eagerly moved forward to begin)
The curse itself was a sectioned labyrinth with different rooms and multiple doors in each room. Each answer opened a room, going deeper or easier on the difficulty of the current color-coded subject. Lights light up the path he takes, making sure the observer knows exactly where the room path took the subject. Some tests were on monitors, some required more or less physical prowess to get to the answers and some were just a button to push on a wall to the right answer.
Nothing indicated a right or wrong answer and every answer led to a new room.
(Tim walked into the first room, getting flashbacks to his version of the test, which Riddler made him solve when he was fresh as Robin. It was a series of logic riddles- which Tim quickly typed the answers to, causing the next door to swing open. He was having too much fun with it, poking around at all the details, since he wasn’t fearful for his or any civilians lives, he was just able to enjoy himself. The questions he had seen so far were fairly easy- a couple being even verbatim things Riddler had done on his round, and other puzzles he had laid out for Batman. Probably to see how much Damian had studied prior cases relating to Riddler and other rouges)
Cockroach watches as Tim Drake solves one of the trick answers that could only be solved with the knowledge of prior traps. She hesitates, but then decides to have a little fun. The next room is a pop culture room and exists for knowledge about current memes. She quickly changes the meme to the infamous "The butts do match" meme of Bruce Wayne in loose-fitting trousers and Batman in a similar pose, cape neatly hiding anything. The outline of their behinds is crudely drawn over the pictures. Beside that are the other members of the adult Bat-family and Waynes, matching outlines drawn on their behinds.
"Proof me right. Just so I know I'm not crazy!"
(Tim snorts as he walks into the room) Riddler thinks I??? Could be Red Robin??? That’s a hoot
(he stares at the Batman one) clearly the butts match- but I’ve watched Brucie fall into a shower of champagne too many times. Plus I’m pretty sure Batman is immortal- you’re saying he appeared as a 20 something year old? Bruce couldn’t have pulled that off (he snorts again) this is clearly false (he looks around, trying to see what he has to do to clear the room. Hopefully his excuses were enough- he really didn’t need to out himself as one of the bats- he would get so many lectures from B. Again.)
"Stuck? Just type the right reaction to the meme into the box underneath."
Cockroach's voice echoes through the space, the room clearly not soundproofed enough.
Thanks (Tim shouts back, before writing in the box “as if Brucie could do that lol”)
"I knew it. Everyone else gives rolled eyes and a sarcastic 'Yeah, the buts do match, alright.'"
Cockroach chuckled a little and shook her head. She had actually needed this kind of distraction. It took her mind of from her problems. Maybe she should kidnap Wayne-kids more often for such things.
"You're almost on the finish line!"
(Tim proceeded into the next room, which had a questionnaire laid out. With a shrug, he began filling it out, before pausing, and turning to where he guessed Cockroach was on the other side of the wall)
Is this- an autism test? (He blinked, looking back down at it. It definitely was. Riddler Really had all his bases covered. Sighing, he finished filling it out, when he heard a click and the final door opened and he walked out of the course back into the open)
Well- that was fun!
"Hm. I think the first one got an ADHD test in the end. Riddler wants to know how far he can take things without actual harm."
Cockroach steps closer again.
"Want to see the bubbling acid? Before I let you 'escape'. Here is your time, by the way. Impressive."
that- makes sense (he nodded thoughtfully. Anyone could look at Dick and see if…)
There is acid? Sure!!! I didn’t even know I was getting timed- but I think I did pretty good!!! Maybe even beat some of the Robins (he smiled, remembering his first run through.)
"Every Robin gets their own personalized test after going through the first standard test. You just beat yourself as you are the first to actually run this course."
Cockroach leads him to the canister, which was connected to the sprinkling system over the whole course and opened it. Various points in the course started hissing, spitting and smoking as the acid started to eat at the material there.
"Want to hold your hand under it or in it?"
(Tim eyed the acid wearily, taking a half step back)
Uh- what a charming offer- I’m going to have to pass though. On account of my human skin and it’s vulnerabilities to acid.
"Relax. Wouldn't offer it if it were actually dangerous for contact. Here."
Cockroach huffs and puts her hand into the tank. Nothing happens.
"The acid is hydrochloric acid and no stronger than vomit."
Fascinating- but I’ll still pass if that’s alright! Now I’m just think of sticking my hand into vomit (he shudders, before checking his phone, which revealed about a hundred text messages from everyone in his family, including one from Clark even??) oh it’s Late- I probably need to get home before my family starts declaring me officially kidnapped- see you around?
"Sure, when you are around crime alley again."
Cockroach shakes her head, clearly in amusement now.
"You need a getaway drive? Or can you manage on your own?"
I should be good to find my own way! Thank you though. My brother should be around here anyway- maybe I can go pester him! Thank you again for this
"Don't worry about it. It took my mind of things for a while."
Cockroach steps out of Riddler's trap-space and shoves Tim before her. Then she waves and vanishes behind a corner and into the shadows of Crime Alley.
A loud bang disrupts the relative quiet of the house, boots thundering throughout space and banging doors before finding the right one. A woman stands there, a gun and a Freeze gun raised. The face is covered by a gas mask, clearly one of Scarecrow's, showing only the dirty-blond hair and the hazel-golden eyes behind the lenses.
The most alarming thing is not the assortment of equipment of different goons, it's the ripped hoodie and the blood-soaked, washed-out sleeves.
"You will do nicely to test the trap. Come quietly or I will shoot!"
-@cockroach-drifting-goon.
(And yes, I waited an actual half hour or so for the effect before sending this ask)
What the- how did you-
(Tim sputters, doing a pretty good impression of a scared civilian. With a cut off scream, he shuts off the laptop, disconnecting from the class, before turning back around)
thanks for that!! My teacher will be concerned but literally no one else in Gotham will be. Lead the way!!
She keeps quiet and lightly shoves him out of the space to a get-away van where another well-known goon of Two-Face is already waiting. As soon as they are in he drives as if the bats themselves are behind him.
"Any chance they call the cops on us? Or Batman?"
Nah- I’ll have B message them and let them know it’s fine. And I’ll tell him it’s fine too and I just needed a break!
(Tim in contrast to the driving, is pretty calm- genuinely enjoying the break from class)
"Here you go, Robin 5 underground testing course 2!" The getaway driver says. The woman smiled and thanked him before turning back to Tim.
"And what will Bruce Wayne do? You were kidnapped at gunpoint."
I doubt he’ll do anything. I mean- he’ll panic of course, but if I text him I’m fine he shouldn’t do too much before I get home. I’ll explain it to him later- he’s done much worse before. (Tim shrugged, turning his attention to study the space.)
"If you're sure. Here is the start. I'm gonna be over there and make sure this won't kill ya."
Cockroach steers him towards the start, the space where a small chair and ties were, too small to bind Tim. But cage walls came down and separated him from an easy exit as soon as she stepped away. The only way out now were through the course.
The course itself was a multi-level IQ test, including common knowledge, pop culture and senses. Range of visible colors, hearing, and even a brief section for neurodivergent diagnosis or things like synesthesia were present.
It was something Tim could/should remember having undergone the second time he was kidnapped by Riddler. And after seeing the specs of it in Cockroach's apartment.
Ooooo- it’s the updated model (Tim rocked on his heels, already cataloging all the details, before realizing he wasn’t supposed to know the prior ones) this looks um- interesting !!! This is going to be fun!!
Cockroach stares at him a little after the outburst, but sighs and counts him down before releasing the lock on the cage door. She will humor him and time it as well. She had a feeling he would like that. She will ignore that she heard that. The butts do match after all.
(Tim watched carefully as the lock was opened, and he was free to start the course. He had a feeling Cockroach was onto him, but ignorance was bliss. He cautiously but eagerly moved forward to begin)
The curse itself was a sectioned labyrinth with different rooms and multiple doors in each room. Each answer opened a room, going deeper or easier on the difficulty of the current color-coded subject. Lights light up the path he takes, making sure the observer knows exactly where the room path took the subject. Some tests were on monitors, some required more or less physical prowess to get to the answers and some were just a button to push on a wall to the right answer.
Nothing indicated a right or wrong answer and every answer led to a new room.
(Tim walked into the first room, getting flashbacks to his version of the test, which Riddler made him solve when he was fresh as Robin. It was a series of logic riddles- which Tim quickly typed the answers to, causing the next door to swing open. He was having too much fun with it, poking around at all the details, since he wasn’t fearful for his or any civilians lives, he was just able to enjoy himself. The questions he had seen so far were fairly easy- a couple being even verbatim things Riddler had done on his round, and other puzzles he had laid out for Batman. Probably to see how much Damian had studied prior cases relating to Riddler and other rouges)
Cockroach watches as Tim Drake solves one of the trick answers that could only be solved with the knowledge of prior traps. She hesitates, but then decides to have a little fun. The next room is a pop culture room and exists for knowledge about current memes. She quickly changes the meme to the infamous "The butts do match" meme of Bruce Wayne in loose-fitting trousers and Batman in a similar pose, cape neatly hiding anything. The outline of their behinds is crudely drawn over the pictures. Beside that are the other members of the adult Bat-family and Waynes, matching outlines drawn on their behinds.
"Proof me right. Just so I know I'm not crazy!"
(Tim snorts as he walks into the room) Riddler thinks I??? Could be Red Robin??? That’s a hoot
(he stares at the Batman one) clearly the butts match- but I’ve watched Brucie fall into a shower of champagne too many times. Plus I’m pretty sure Batman is immortal- you’re saying he appeared as a 20 something year old? Bruce couldn’t have pulled that off (he snorts again) this is clearly false (he looks around, trying to see what he has to do to clear the room. Hopefully his excuses were enough- he really didn’t need to out himself as one of the bats- he would get so many lectures from B. Again.)
"Stuck? Just type the right reaction to the meme into the box underneath."
Cockroach's voice echoes through the space, the room clearly not soundproofed enough.
Thanks (Tim shouts back, before writing in the box “as if Brucie could do that lol”)
"I knew it. Everyone else gives rolled eyes and a sarcastic 'Yeah, the buts do match, alright.'"
Cockroach chuckled a little and shook her head. She had actually needed this kind of distraction. It took her mind of from her problems. Maybe she should kidnap Wayne-kids more often for such things.
"You're almost on the finish line!"
(Tim proceeded into the next room, which had a questionnaire laid out. With a shrug, he began filling it out, before pausing, and turning to where he guessed Cockroach was on the other side of the wall)
Is this- an autism test? (He blinked, looking back down at it. It definitely was. Riddler Really had all his bases covered. Sighing, he finished filling it out, when he heard a click and the final door opened and he walked out of the course back into the open)
Well- that was fun!
"Hm. I think the first one got an ADHD test in the end. Riddler wants to know how far he can take things without actual harm."
Cockroach steps closer again.
"Want to see the bubbling acid? Before I let you 'escape'. Here is your time, by the way. Impressive."
that- makes sense (he nodded thoughtfully. Anyone could look at Dick and see if…)
There is acid? Sure!!! I didn’t even know I was getting timed- but I think I did pretty good!!! Maybe even beat some of the Robins (he smiled, remembering his first run through.)
"Every Robin gets their own personalized test after going through the first standard test. You just beat yourself as you are the first to actually run this course."
Cockroach leads him to the canister, which was connected to the sprinkling system over the whole course and opened it. Various points in the course started hissing, spitting and smoking as the acid started to eat at the material there.
"Want to hold your hand under it or in it?"
(Tim eyed the acid wearily, taking a half step back)
Uh- what a charming offer- I’m going to have to pass though. On account of my human skin and it’s vulnerabilities to acid.
"Relax. Wouldn't offer it if it were actually dangerous for contact. Here."
Cockroach huffs and puts her hand into the tank. Nothing happens.
"The acid is hydrochloric acid and no stronger than vomit."
Fascinating- but I’ll still pass if that’s alright! Now I’m just think of sticking my hand into vomit (he shudders, before checking his phone, which revealed about a hundred text messages from everyone in his family, including one from Clark even??) oh it’s Late- I probably need to get home before my family starts declaring me officially kidnapped- see you around?
"Sure, when you are around crime alley again."
Cockroach shakes her head, clearly in amusement now.
"You need a getaway drive? Or can you manage on your own?"
A loud bang disrupts the relative quiet of the house, boots thundering throughout space and banging doors before finding the right one. A woman stands there, a gun and a Freeze gun raised. The face is covered by a gas mask, clearly one of Scarecrow's, showing only the dirty-blond hair and the hazel-golden eyes behind the lenses.
The most alarming thing is not the assortment of equipment of different goons, it's the ripped hoodie and the blood-soaked, washed-out sleeves.
"You will do nicely to test the trap. Come quietly or I will shoot!"
-@cockroach-drifting-goon.
(And yes, I waited an actual half hour or so for the effect before sending this ask)
What the- how did you-
(Tim sputters, doing a pretty good impression of a scared civilian. With a cut off scream, he shuts off the laptop, disconnecting from the class, before turning back around)
thanks for that!! My teacher will be concerned but literally no one else in Gotham will be. Lead the way!!
She keeps quiet and lightly shoves him out of the space to a get-away van where another well-known goon of Two-Face is already waiting. As soon as they are in he drives as if the bats themselves are behind him.
"Any chance they call the cops on us? Or Batman?"
Nah- I’ll have B message them and let them know it’s fine. And I’ll tell him it’s fine too and I just needed a break!
(Tim in contrast to the driving, is pretty calm- genuinely enjoying the break from class)
"Here you go, Robin 5 underground testing course 2!" The getaway driver says. The woman smiled and thanked him before turning back to Tim.
"And what will Bruce Wayne do? You were kidnapped at gunpoint."
I doubt he’ll do anything. I mean- he’ll panic of course, but if I text him I’m fine he shouldn’t do too much before I get home. I’ll explain it to him later- he’s done much worse before. (Tim shrugged, turning his attention to study the space.)
"If you're sure. Here is the start. I'm gonna be over there and make sure this won't kill ya."
Cockroach steers him towards the start, the space where a small chair and ties were, too small to bind Tim. But cage walls came down and separated him from an easy exit as soon as she stepped away. The only way out now were through the course.
The course itself was a multi-level IQ test, including common knowledge, pop culture and senses. Range of visible colors, hearing, and even a brief section for neurodivergent diagnosis or things like synesthesia were present.
It was something Tim could/should remember having undergone the second time he was kidnapped by Riddler. And after seeing the specs of it in Cockroach's apartment.
Ooooo- it’s the updated model (Tim rocked on his heels, already cataloging all the details, before realizing he wasn’t supposed to know the prior ones) this looks um- interesting !!! This is going to be fun!!
Cockroach stares at him a little after the outburst, but sighs and counts him down before releasing the lock on the cage door. She will humor him and time it as well. She had a feeling he would like that. She will ignore that she heard that. The butts do match after all.
(Tim watched carefully as the lock was opened, and he was free to start the course. He had a feeling Cockroach was onto him, but ignorance was bliss. He cautiously but eagerly moved forward to begin)
The curse itself was a sectioned labyrinth with different rooms and multiple doors in each room. Each answer opened a room, going deeper or easier on the difficulty of the current color-coded subject. Lights light up the path he takes, making sure the observer knows exactly where the room path took the subject. Some tests were on monitors, some required more or less physical prowess to get to the answers and some were just a button to push on a wall to the right answer.
Nothing indicated a right or wrong answer and every answer led to a new room.
(Tim walked into the first room, getting flashbacks to his version of the test, which Riddler made him solve when he was fresh as Robin. It was a series of logic riddles- which Tim quickly typed the answers to, causing the next door to swing open. He was having too much fun with it, poking around at all the details, since he wasn’t fearful for his or any civilians lives, he was just able to enjoy himself. The questions he had seen so far were fairly easy- a couple being even verbatim things Riddler had done on his round, and other puzzles he had laid out for Batman. Probably to see how much Damian had studied prior cases relating to Riddler and other rouges)
Cockroach watches as Tim Drake solves one of the trick answers that could only be solved with the knowledge of prior traps. She hesitates, but then decides to have a little fun. The next room is a pop culture room and exists for knowledge about current memes. She quickly changes the meme to the infamous "The butts do match" meme of Bruce Wayne in loose-fitting trousers and Batman in a similar pose, cape neatly hiding anything. The outline of their behinds is crudely drawn over the pictures. Beside that are the other members of the adult Bat-family and Waynes, matching outlines drawn on their behinds.
"Proof me right. Just so I know I'm not crazy!"
(Tim snorts as he walks into the room) Riddler thinks I??? Could be Red Robin??? That’s a hoot
(he stares at the Batman one) clearly the butts match- but I’ve watched Brucie fall into a shower of champagne too many times. Plus I’m pretty sure Batman is immortal- you’re saying he appeared as a 20 something year old? Bruce couldn’t have pulled that off (he snorts again) this is clearly false (he looks around, trying to see what he has to do to clear the room. Hopefully his excuses were enough- he really didn’t need to out himself as one of the bats- he would get so many lectures from B. Again.)
"Stuck? Just type the right reaction to the meme into the box underneath."
Cockroach's voice echoes through the space, the room clearly not soundproofed enough.
Thanks (Tim shouts back, before writing in the box “as if Brucie could do that lol”)
"I knew it. Everyone else gives rolled eyes and a sarcastic 'Yeah, the buts do match, alright.'"
Cockroach chuckled a little and shook her head. She had actually needed this kind of distraction. It took her mind of from her problems. Maybe she should kidnap Wayne-kids more often for such things.
"You're almost on the finish line!"
(Tim proceeded into the next room, which had a questionnaire laid out. With a shrug, he began filling it out, before pausing, and turning to where he guessed Cockroach was on the other side of the wall)
Is this- an autism test? (He blinked, looking back down at it. It definitely was. Riddler Really had all his bases covered. Sighing, he finished filling it out, when he heard a click and the final door opened and he walked out of the course back into the open)
Well- that was fun!
"Hm. I think the first one got an ADHD test in the end. Riddler wants to know how far he can take things without actual harm."
Cockroach steps closer again.
"Want to see the bubbling acid? Before I let you 'escape'. Here is your time, by the way. Impressive."
that- makes sense (he nodded thoughtfully. Anyone could look at Dick and see if…)
There is acid? Sure!!! I didn’t even know I was getting timed- but I think I did pretty good!!! Maybe even beat some of the Robins (he smiled, remembering his first run through.)
"Every Robin gets their own personalized test after going through the first standard test. You just beat yourself as you are the first to actually run this course."
Cockroach leads him to the canister, which was connected to the sprinkling system over the whole course and opened it. Various points in the course started hissing, spitting and smoking as the acid started to eat at the material there.
"Want to hold your hand under it or in it?"
(Tim eyed the acid wearily, taking a half step back)
Uh- what a charming offer- I’m going to have to pass though. On account of my human skin and it’s vulnerabilities to acid.
"Relax. Wouldn't offer it if it were actually dangerous for contact. Here."
Cockroach huffs and puts her hand into the tank. Nothing happens.
"The acid is hydrochloric acid and no stronger than vomit."
SERVICE DOG PSA
So today I tripped. Fell flat on my face, it was awful but ultimately harmless. My service dog, however, is trained to go get an adult if I have a seizure, and he assumed this was a seizure (were training him to do more to care for me, but we didn’t learn I had epilepsy until a year after we got him)
I went after him after I had dusten off my jeans and my ego, and I found him trying to get the attention of a very annoyed woman. She was swatting him away and telling him to go away. So I feel like I need to make this heads up
If a service dog without a person approaches you, it means the person is down and in need of help
Don’t get scared, don’t get annoyed, follow the dog! If it had been an emergency situation, I could have vomited and choked, I could have hit my head, I could have had so many things happen to me. We’re going to update his training so if the first person doesn’t cooperate, he moves on, but seriously guys. If what’s-his-face could understand that lassie wanted him to go to the well, you can figure out that a dog in a vest proclaiming it a service dog wants you to follow him
Reblog if your muse has been shot at.
A loud bang disrupts the relative quiet of the house, boots thundering throughout space and banging doors before finding the right one. A woman stands there, a gun and a Freeze gun raised. The face is covered by a gas mask, clearly one of Scarecrow's, showing only the dirty-blond hair and the hazel-golden eyes behind the lenses.
The most alarming thing is not the assortment of equipment of different goons, it's the ripped hoodie and the blood-soaked, washed-out sleeves.
"You will do nicely to test the trap. Come quietly or I will shoot!"
-@cockroach-drifting-goon.
(And yes, I waited an actual half hour or so for the effect before sending this ask)
What the- how did you-
(Tim sputters, doing a pretty good impression of a scared civilian. With a cut off scream, he shuts off the laptop, disconnecting from the class, before turning back around)
thanks for that!! My teacher will be concerned but literally no one else in Gotham will be. Lead the way!!
She keeps quiet and lightly shoves him out of the space to a get-away van where another well-known goon of Two-Face is already waiting. As soon as they are in he drives as if the bats themselves are behind him.
"Any chance they call the cops on us? Or Batman?"
Nah- I’ll have B message them and let them know it’s fine. And I’ll tell him it’s fine too and I just needed a break!
(Tim in contrast to the driving, is pretty calm- genuinely enjoying the break from class)
"Here you go, Robin 5 underground testing course 2!" The getaway driver says. The woman smiled and thanked him before turning back to Tim.
"And what will Bruce Wayne do? You were kidnapped at gunpoint."
I doubt he’ll do anything. I mean- he’ll panic of course, but if I text him I’m fine he shouldn’t do too much before I get home. I’ll explain it to him later- he’s done much worse before. (Tim shrugged, turning his attention to study the space.)
"If you're sure. Here is the start. I'm gonna be over there and make sure this won't kill ya."
Cockroach steers him towards the start, the space where a small chair and ties were, too small to bind Tim. But cage walls came down and separated him from an easy exit as soon as she stepped away. The only way out now were through the course.
The course itself was a multi-level IQ test, including common knowledge, pop culture and senses. Range of visible colors, hearing, and even a brief section for neurodivergent diagnosis or things like synesthesia were present.
It was something Tim could/should remember having undergone the second time he was kidnapped by Riddler. And after seeing the specs of it in Cockroach's apartment.
Ooooo- it’s the updated model (Tim rocked on his heels, already cataloging all the details, before realizing he wasn’t supposed to know the prior ones) this looks um- interesting !!! This is going to be fun!!
Cockroach stares at him a little after the outburst, but sighs and counts him down before releasing the lock on the cage door. She will humor him and time it as well. She had a feeling he would like that. She will ignore that she heard that. The butts do match after all.
(Tim watched carefully as the lock was opened, and he was free to start the course. He had a feeling Cockroach was onto him, but ignorance was bliss. He cautiously but eagerly moved forward to begin)
The curse itself was a sectioned labyrinth with different rooms and multiple doors in each room. Each answer opened a room, going deeper or easier on the difficulty of the current color-coded subject. Lights light up the path he takes, making sure the observer knows exactly where the room path took the subject. Some tests were on monitors, some required more or less physical prowess to get to the answers and some were just a button to push on a wall to the right answer.
Nothing indicated a right or wrong answer and every answer led to a new room.
(Tim walked into the first room, getting flashbacks to his version of the test, which Riddler made him solve when he was fresh as Robin. It was a series of logic riddles- which Tim quickly typed the answers to, causing the next door to swing open. He was having too much fun with it, poking around at all the details, since he wasn’t fearful for his or any civilians lives, he was just able to enjoy himself. The questions he had seen so far were fairly easy- a couple being even verbatim things Riddler had done on his round, and other puzzles he had laid out for Batman. Probably to see how much Damian had studied prior cases relating to Riddler and other rouges)
Cockroach watches as Tim Drake solves one of the trick answers that could only be solved with the knowledge of prior traps. She hesitates, but then decides to have a little fun. The next room is a pop culture room and exists for knowledge about current memes. She quickly changes the meme to the infamous "The butts do match" meme of Bruce Wayne in loose-fitting trousers and Batman in a similar pose, cape neatly hiding anything. The outline of their behinds is crudely drawn over the pictures. Beside that are the other members of the adult Bat-family and Waynes, matching outlines drawn on their behinds.
"Proof me right. Just so I know I'm not crazy!"
(Tim snorts as he walks into the room) Riddler thinks I??? Could be Red Robin??? That’s a hoot
(he stares at the Batman one) clearly the butts match- but I’ve watched Brucie fall into a shower of champagne too many times. Plus I’m pretty sure Batman is immortal- you’re saying he appeared as a 20 something year old? Bruce couldn’t have pulled that off (he snorts again) this is clearly false (he looks around, trying to see what he has to do to clear the room. Hopefully his excuses were enough- he really didn’t need to out himself as one of the bats- he would get so many lectures from B. Again.)
"Stuck? Just type the right reaction to the meme into the box underneath."
Cockroach's voice echoes through the space, the room clearly not soundproofed enough.
Thanks (Tim shouts back, before writing in the box “as if Brucie could do that lol”)
"I knew it. Everyone else gives rolled eyes and a sarcastic 'Yeah, the buts do match, alright.'"
Cockroach chuckled a little and shook her head. She had actually needed this kind of distraction. It took her mind of from her problems. Maybe she should kidnap Wayne-kids more often for such things.
"You're almost on the finish line!"
(Tim proceeded into the next room, which had a questionnaire laid out. With a shrug, he began filling it out, before pausing, and turning to where he guessed Cockroach was on the other side of the wall)
Is this- an autism test? (He blinked, looking back down at it. It definitely was. Riddler Really had all his bases covered. Sighing, he finished filling it out, when he heard a click and the final door opened and he walked out of the course back into the open)
Well- that was fun!
"Hm. I think the first one got an ADHD test in the end. Riddler wants to know how far he can take things without actual harm."
Cockroach steps closer again.
"Want to see the bubbling acid? Before I let you 'escape'. Here is your time, by the way. Impressive."
that- makes sense (he nodded thoughtfully. Anyone could look at Dick and see if…)
There is acid? Sure!!! I didn’t even know I was getting timed- but I think I did pretty good!!! Maybe even beat some of the Robins (he smiled, remembering his first run through.)
"Every Robin gets their own personalized test after going through the first standard test. You just beat yourself as you are the first to actually run this course."
Cockroach leads him to the canister, which was connected to the sprinkling system over the whole course and opened it. Various points in the course started hissing, spitting and smoking as the acid started to eat at the material there.
"Want to hold your hand under it or in it?"
A loud bang disrupts the relative quiet of the house, boots thundering throughout space and banging doors before finding the right one. A woman stands there, a gun and a Freeze gun raised. The face is covered by a gas mask, clearly one of Scarecrow's, showing only the dirty-blond hair and the hazel-golden eyes behind the lenses.
The most alarming thing is not the assortment of equipment of different goons, it's the ripped hoodie and the blood-soaked, washed-out sleeves.
"You will do nicely to test the trap. Come quietly or I will shoot!"
-@cockroach-drifting-goon.
(And yes, I waited an actual half hour or so for the effect before sending this ask)
What the- how did you-
(Tim sputters, doing a pretty good impression of a scared civilian. With a cut off scream, he shuts off the laptop, disconnecting from the class, before turning back around)
thanks for that!! My teacher will be concerned but literally no one else in Gotham will be. Lead the way!!
She keeps quiet and lightly shoves him out of the space to a get-away van where another well-known goon of Two-Face is already waiting. As soon as they are in he drives as if the bats themselves are behind him.
"Any chance they call the cops on us? Or Batman?"
Nah- I’ll have B message them and let them know it’s fine. And I’ll tell him it’s fine too and I just needed a break!
(Tim in contrast to the driving, is pretty calm- genuinely enjoying the break from class)
"Here you go, Robin 5 underground testing course 2!" The getaway driver says. The woman smiled and thanked him before turning back to Tim.
"And what will Bruce Wayne do? You were kidnapped at gunpoint."
I doubt he’ll do anything. I mean- he’ll panic of course, but if I text him I’m fine he shouldn’t do too much before I get home. I’ll explain it to him later- he’s done much worse before. (Tim shrugged, turning his attention to study the space.)
"If you're sure. Here is the start. I'm gonna be over there and make sure this won't kill ya."
Cockroach steers him towards the start, the space where a small chair and ties were, too small to bind Tim. But cage walls came down and separated him from an easy exit as soon as she stepped away. The only way out now were through the course.
The course itself was a multi-level IQ test, including common knowledge, pop culture and senses. Range of visible colors, hearing, and even a brief section for neurodivergent diagnosis or things like synesthesia were present.
It was something Tim could/should remember having undergone the second time he was kidnapped by Riddler. And after seeing the specs of it in Cockroach's apartment.
Ooooo- it’s the updated model (Tim rocked on his heels, already cataloging all the details, before realizing he wasn’t supposed to know the prior ones) this looks um- interesting !!! This is going to be fun!!
Cockroach stares at him a little after the outburst, but sighs and counts him down before releasing the lock on the cage door. She will humor him and time it as well. She had a feeling he would like that. She will ignore that she heard that. The butts do match after all.
(Tim watched carefully as the lock was opened, and he was free to start the course. He had a feeling Cockroach was onto him, but ignorance was bliss. He cautiously but eagerly moved forward to begin)
The curse itself was a sectioned labyrinth with different rooms and multiple doors in each room. Each answer opened a room, going deeper or easier on the difficulty of the current color-coded subject. Lights light up the path he takes, making sure the observer knows exactly where the room path took the subject. Some tests were on monitors, some required more or less physical prowess to get to the answers and some were just a button to push on a wall to the right answer.
Nothing indicated a right or wrong answer and every answer led to a new room.
(Tim walked into the first room, getting flashbacks to his version of the test, which Riddler made him solve when he was fresh as Robin. It was a series of logic riddles- which Tim quickly typed the answers to, causing the next door to swing open. He was having too much fun with it, poking around at all the details, since he wasn’t fearful for his or any civilians lives, he was just able to enjoy himself. The questions he had seen so far were fairly easy- a couple being even verbatim things Riddler had done on his round, and other puzzles he had laid out for Batman. Probably to see how much Damian had studied prior cases relating to Riddler and other rouges)
Cockroach watches as Tim Drake solves one of the trick answers that could only be solved with the knowledge of prior traps. She hesitates, but then decides to have a little fun. The next room is a pop culture room and exists for knowledge about current memes. She quickly changes the meme to the infamous "The butts do match" meme of Bruce Wayne in loose-fitting trousers and Batman in a similar pose, cape neatly hiding anything. The outline of their behinds is crudely drawn over the pictures. Beside that are the other members of the adult Bat-family and Waynes, matching outlines drawn on their behinds.
"Proof me right. Just so I know I'm not crazy!"
(Tim snorts as he walks into the room) Riddler thinks I??? Could be Red Robin??? That’s a hoot
(he stares at the Batman one) clearly the butts match- but I’ve watched Brucie fall into a shower of champagne too many times. Plus I’m pretty sure Batman is immortal- you’re saying he appeared as a 20 something year old? Bruce couldn’t have pulled that off (he snorts again) this is clearly false (he looks around, trying to see what he has to do to clear the room. Hopefully his excuses were enough- he really didn’t need to out himself as one of the bats- he would get so many lectures from B. Again.)
"Stuck? Just type the right reaction to the meme into the box underneath."
Cockroach's voice echoes through the space, the room clearly not soundproofed enough.
Thanks (Tim shouts back, before writing in the box “as if Brucie could do that lol”)
"I knew it. Everyone else gives rolled eyes and a sarcastic 'Yeah, the buts do match, alright.'"
Cockroach chuckled a little and shook her head. She had actually needed this kind of distraction. It took her mind of from her problems. Maybe she should kidnap Wayne-kids more often for such things.
"You're almost on the finish line!"
(Tim proceeded into the next room, which had a questionnaire laid out. With a shrug, he began filling it out, before pausing, and turning to where he guessed Cockroach was on the other side of the wall)
Is this- an autism test? (He blinked, looking back down at it. It definitely was. Riddler Really had all his bases covered. Sighing, he finished filling it out, when he heard a click and the final door opened and he walked out of the course back into the open)
Well- that was fun!
"Hm. I think the first one got an ADHD test in the end. Riddler wants to know how far he can take things without actual harm."
Cockroach steps closer again.
"Want to see the bubbling acid? Before I let you 'escape'. Here is your time, by the way. Impressive."
give me prank ideas. 3, 2, 1, go!
Pie sneak attacks.
hm. alright.
Get one of the other yous and make someone believe they see double... Or that you always had a twin
