She didn’t like having her picture taken. it was evidence of her presence and should she ever need to make a quick getaway, photos left proof of her last known whereabouts. so, she was very conscious of any and all cameras in her area. one in particular had the misfortune of landing on her. she made eye contact with the photographer who was observing her through the view finder. “find anything you like?” she asked, a coy smile on her lips.
Tim paused, before lowering the camera to meet her gaze directly. "You are very pretty, but not what I came out here looking to photograph.” He waited for a second before realizing he should probably clarify. The woman before him was setting off alarm bells. “And I definitely would have asked if I did want to take a picture.”
“I won’t,” she assured him. “You didn’t laugh at me for falling after all.” Maybe her falling had seemed less funny than serious though since he’d saved her from it. She took a step back while he moved towards the shelf, just in case anything else might fall, but nothing did. Instead, he actually managed to get just the binder. She clapped for him. “Yay! Thank you! Yeah, I’ve been working on this project for, like, eons, so I just had to start moving it to a bigger binder.”
“Glad I could help,” he said, hesitating before taking a step back. “Do you mind if I ask what you’re using it for?” Tim asked. “I swear that binder is bigger than some of the ones I’ve seen in the accounting department.” He didn’t venture there often, but the he’d never seen a department that used as much paperwork as the Wayne Enterprises Financial department.
Zachary knew he was being followed, though he didn’t exactly see his followers. They were guardian angels apparently, and Zach tried to give them the slip frequently, especially by going places that they wouldn’t typically expect him to be. The park wasn’t a place that Zach tended to go just because of certain people that appeared there, but the trees provided excellent cover. Still, he felt someone’s eyes on him, and he turned to see a camera pointed at him. “You could at least ask if you’re gonna take my picture, you know.”
Lowering the camera, Tim frowned. “Hello, Zatara.” He was familiar enough with unexpected cameras being shoved in his face to extend an apology. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take any of you.” He put the lens cap back on, and toggled through his last few pictures. “You can check if you want.” The camera was full of artsy shots of skylines and landscapes, with a few candids of his siblings thrown in.
“Good,” Chastity nodded. She would’ve felt guilty if she’d hurt him, especially when she knew she wouldn’t have been hurt too badly without him there. She glanced back up at the shelf. “Oh, it’s not a big deal. You don’t have to.” She assured him. If she used her wings, she could’ve gotten up there easily, but there wasn’t much room to spread them out here. Plus, she didn’t want anyone to see them. “But I guess, if you’re offering, it’s that binder at the top.” It was the biggest one there.
Of course it was the one at the top. After watching her fall, he wasn’t about to risk stepping on the bottom shelf, but it was just out of his own reach. So he would have to go with the less dignified method.
“Don’t laugh,” he joked, before giving a small hop, catching the edge of the binder on the first try. Luckily, nothing else came crashing down with it. He handed it over to her with a small smile. “You working on a big project to go in this?” he asked.
Tim was sort of surprised to see how crowded Central Park was. Then again, nature was harder to find in NYC. For all that Gotham was just as polluted, it wasn’t the most popular place to live. Add to that the fear of pissing off Poison Ivy, and there wasn’t as much push to develop every square inch.
He had his camera out, trying to find something to photograph. A few birds had come and gone, eating food people had dropped on the sidewalk, but that wasn’t exactly picturesque. He raised his viewfinder back towards the trees, but stopped when he met someone’s gaze through the lens.
“Oof,” Chastity exhaled when her body hit the boy. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it was a startle to fall on a person instead of on the floor. “Thank you,” she said as he helped her stand back up straight. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” she assured him. It wouldn’t have really hurt her too badly to hit the floor, and she was more concerned about how it affected him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, not that that was likely. She was fairly small and didn’t weigh much. “I guess it wasn’t.” She agreed, sighing. “I really thought that would work.”
“I’m fine,” he replied. He was used to being thrown around by villains, so catching someone with only the effects of gravity behind her was really nothing.
“What were you reaching for?” he asked. “I might be able to reach it.” He considered the shelves in front of them. He really wasn’t that much taller than her, so he added. “Or give you a boost if you prefer.”
The rumble of his suitcase dragging behind him announced his arrival to the tower. He was thankful he had somewhere to stay, but he felt out of place. The tower was nice, but it he felt strange, like he was invaded Dick’s space. He already missed Gotham.
He turned the corner, coming across the living area to see it was already occupied.
“Hey, Raven,” he said, waving awkwardly. “Thanks for having me.”
Chastity didn’t typically consider herself to be foolish. She usually thought things through, but sometimes, like now, she just got excited and couldn’t help herself. There was this one item that would’ve been perfect for one of her clients, but it was on the top shelf. She couldn’t change her form in public just to get a few more inches, so she did the next best thing and found something to stand on. Unfortunately, she still was barely tall enough. She had to stand on her toes, and as a result, the thing she’d been standing on tipped over, and she yelped as she prepared for her body to hit the floor.
Tim rushed over just in time to catch the woman on the other side of the aisle, letting his own body break her fall. He had a lot of practice in knowing when a fall was going to hurt, but hopefully he had caught her in time.
“Woah, you okay?” he asked, helping her right herself. “I don’t think your choice of stepstool was as sturdy as you thought it was,” he said with an awkward smile.
Getting and living in New York wasn’t so bad, sure he was used to a much different time but it was good to be home again. He’d taken to Wakanda being his home for many years while they worked to reprogram his mind against HYDRA’s brainwashing and Shuri was even nice enough to give him a new arm. This one didn’t hurt like his old one had, there wasn’t the fear of his arm having a disconnected wire rendering it completely useless in fight. No this one felt more natural yet he still chose to hide it under his hoodies and jackets, he wasn’t one for attention especially now. He quickly made his way through the busy farmers market something he quite loved doing in his search for fresh ingredients for his meals. He’d just gotten some plums from one stall when he bumped into another person by not really paying attention. “Sorry about that, I always forget how crowded these stalls can get if the food is good.”
What was the point in having money if you couldn’t spend it in an environmentally concious way? Still, Tim frowned a little at the sign advertising $15 an ounce honey. He could get an entire jar for that price at a grocery store. Still, he passed over the requisite money in return for a rather small jar and the knowledge it was going to a person rather than a coorperation. It better be the best thing he ever tasted.
Turning, he he tried to dodge the crowd, but apparently someone had snuck up behind him.
“Crap, sorry,” he said to the man. “So the food isn’t always good?”
Have you ever noticed that ( TIM DRAKE-WAYNE ) from the ( DC UNIVERSE ) looks a lot like ( HWANG MINHYUN )? But ( HE ) also go/goes by ( RED ROBIN ). Having the ability to/of ( MARTIAL ARTS AND INVESTIGATION SKILLS ) sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. Rumour has it they are ( 20 ) and is working as a ( STUDENT ). (ooc; Kam, they/them, 23, est)
Growing up in the upper echeleons of Gotham, to an outsider, Tim Drake led a spoiled, privelged life. To anyone who cared to look closer, it was easy to discover the lie.
One of his earliest memories was a tragedy. Not his tragedy, but Dick Grayson’s. The memory of that night stayed with him, as did his need to check up on the older boy when he could. He had been taken in by a neighbor, as luck would have it.
It didn’t take much more than a especially rare quadruple somersault on the news to switch this obession from the boy himself, to the title he held as Robin. Tim became quite skilled in sneaking out, not that it had occured to anyone that he might do so. He spent the nights tracking Batman and Robin through the city with his camera, hoping for a glimpse of his heroes.
When Dick grew and left, Jason came to replace him, and Tim followed him with just as much dedication as he had the first Robin.
And when Jason died, he watched from afar as Bruce greived. His hero grew aggressive, and Tim knew he had to do something. Dick refused to come back, so there was only one thing left to do.
Batman needs a Robin.
In Tim’s years with the uniform, tragedy seemed to be a common factor in his life. His mother died, his father was paralyzed, and he lost just as many friends as he gained. Jason returned, determined to kill him, and Damian showed up, eager to do the same once Jason had stopped. When Bruce disappeared, Damian replaced Tim, and Tim became Red Robin.
Now, years later, he has appeared in New York City, to complete his degree, and get away from his family.
