Tim finally admitted that blobs are real. Now he doesn't know what to do. The blobs continue to cuddle him, but he just sits there staring blankly. Tim felt overwhelmed and confused, as he had been denying the blobs' existence for so long. Now that he had acknowledged their presence, he was unsure how to approach them and if they could even understand him.
He starts to pet one of the blobs, and for the first time, he hears something from them. It is a very quiet but noticeable sound. It sounds similar to a cat's purr, but it's a little different. He looks at them in awe and wonders as he pets them again, and the sound gets louder. He is surprised and excited, as he has never heard a sound like this before.
"Are they some kind of alien animals? Can they smell out certain things like dogs?" The blob also knew he was looking for the rest of the body and had been able to find it.
"Did they imprint on me? Is this some kind of supernatural stuff? Did I sell my soul by speaking to them?"
Tim panics, but after a few deep breaths, he calms down. "Let's not go down the rabbit hole."
He continues petting the blob until he suddenly realises that the sun has risen, flooding the apartment with light.
He has work to do, and with difficulty, but he stands up and goes to wash up. The blobs follow him.
"Yeah, no, if you want to stay, you are not going to follow me to the shower." Tim will not take a shower while some aliens watch him. Tim was determined not to let these strange blobs invade his privacy, so he told them firmly to stay put.
Hearing this, the first blob — he really should name them — seems to sulk. The second blob just goes back to the living room.
He begins to watch the blobs at work, what they do, and how other people act around them. He first notices that the first blob is primarily with him and that the second blob is trailing the first.
Thinking about them like that is exhausting. He should give them names. Floating green blobs. “Hmm. What about Bob?” No, he has a knack for giving things names. He'll come up with cute names for them.
The people around him can't see them, but if the blobs get close, they sometimes feel them. Some people flinch or shiver; some look behind themselves.
Tim, after many names, makes a decision. Verde will be the first one, and Neo is the second name.
He nods and starts working again. Everyone around him looks at him as if he's strange. Tim is oblivious to the stares, seemingly in a trance-like state as he focuses on the task at hand.
"What's up with him?" murmurs one of them.
"Nobody knows, something's up since yesterday." One of the workers mumbled back. They had all noticed a difference in their boss's behaviour. They eventually go back to their work. As the day wore on, the confusion only grew.
Fortunately, Tim doesn't have any important work to do today. Despite the chaotic atmosphere in the office, Tim had a peaceful day. The day passed quickly.
That night, Tim found himself in the same place: staring at the blob in front of him while dressed in his uniform.
Verde stayed at home. Tim feels weird about that but tries not to think about how he left it alone at home. Tim was used to the lonely feeling that enveloped him, but this time, he felt a little bit of guilt for leaving his companion behind.
He shakes his head. "Okay, so you can understand me," he says, nodding and placing a hand on his hip "So can you lead me to the other body parts?"
Neo immediately starts moving, not waiting for Tim this time. He leads Tim through the city until they arrive at an abandoned building.
Tim follows and soon finds himself before a wall. Neo passes through the wall, but as Tim is a normal… almost normal human, he can go through solid objects.
Tim looks around for a way to go, but it's a dead end.
The blob was back before Tim could do anything and stared curiously at him. If it could speak, it would say, "Why are you not coming?"
Tim feels silly but tries to explain, "I can't go through walls."
Neo makes a surprised noise while unmistakably considering something. Tim almost goes back, but Noe latches onto his shoulder, and Tim feels a weird sensation going through his body.
He needs some time to compose himself before turning to face Neo "What was that for?"
Neo responds by glancing at the wall. Tim snorts and blinks He says, "I will not suddenly become intangible just because you are here," but he reaches for the wall.
He watches as his hand passes through the wall with wide-open eyes.
"You made me intangible," he whispers in awe.
He toyed with the notion. Red Robin intangible hero. He considers how much he could accomplish in this way, including helping the cases, engaging in combat, and even pranking his brothers. He has a million questions; he is so engrossed that he forgets why he is here.
Looking at the blob, he opens his mouth to question it and sees the blob's effort.
"Oh, you can't do it for long?" Even as he asks, he finally moves through the wall. He finds himself in darkness. From his unity belt, a spotlight emerges. His eyes are immediately fixed on a hand.
"So you really can lead me to the body parts," he said as he moved closer to the hand. "Good job"
Neo preens at the praise. Tim notices that the fingers on the hand are missing. " Bloody hell, it will take forever to find all the parts. How will I find the killer at this rate?" He doesn't count on an answer.
Neo makes a new sound, one Tim hadn't heard before, and moves in circles.
Tim needs to consider the potential causes of this response.
"It means you could lead me to the murderer?" Neo makes a gesture that clearly indicates "yes" while not appearing to notice the irritated tone.
"You could have done that before I followed you through the city for hours." Tim made an angry statement.
The blob simply appears perplexed, like a dog. " I did what you asked me; did I do something bad?"
Tim can't stay mad at something so cute.
He breathes out, then starts to look for a way out. He notices a hole above the hand that was obviously dropped from there, but it is too small for a person to fit through. He doesn't notice any other way.
"It looks like you need to do that thing again," says the blob, who isn’t happy hearing that but goes to Tim.
Now that he is aware of what is happening, Tim pays close attention to the sensation when he becomes intangible. They quickly leave the place.
They end up on a nearby rooftop. "Then now you can lead me right to the murderer," he says, sounding sarcastic as he doubts the blob's ability to do that.
But the blob does just that. After a long time, they approach a place where he remembers leaving one motorcycle.
"It is far?" The blob clearly doesn't know. Tim started to get tired, so they went to get the bike. He can hardly believe it, but there it is, still standing in the exact same spot.
He takes his bike and follows Neo. The house they end up in is in a wealthy neighbourhood. The houses are not as huge as the Wayne Manor, but they are large. Tim was surprised to see the large houses; it was a stark contrast to the neighbourhood they had come from. He didn't think the killer lived there.
The blob leads Tim to a bedroom where a man in his 50s is sleeping. He seems to be the nice old man you sometimes see, a bit fluffy with laugh lines at the corners of his eyes and snoring.
"Are you sure about this?" Tim is doubtful, but Neo is sure about this. Neo is certain about the man's identity; there is no doubt.
Tim sighs and moves, and the man finds himself tied to a chair before he even fully wakes up.
"W-what happening?" stutters the old man, "What d-do you want w-with me?"
Tim wants to end this quickly "I know you killed a man and scattered his body parts. I want to know where they are."
The old man's facade falls for a brief moment before quickly rising again. Tim caught it.
"What do you mean? What man?" The old man's acting is very convincing, but Tim is confined.
"You don't need to act; we have proof that you are the killer." Tim bluffs, hoping for the old man to betray himself. And just as he hoped, the old man's entire demeanour changes.
"Then why am I not in police hands?" The old man smirks evilly.
"I knew you wouldn’t tell the police where and how you killed him. I can be a lot more persuasive," Tim thinks, cracking his knuckles, but instead, he starts to smile icily. He learned this smile from his mother, who could frighten twice as many big men as her with it.
The old man doesn’t seem to believe him, but before Tim can decide how he can make the old man confess, the windows break. Tim flinches and puts his hands up, ready to defend himself. Suddenly, a man appeared in the room, dressed in all black and wearing a hood. He threw a knife into the old man's throat before Tim could stop him. Tim goes to save the old man but realizes it is futile. When he looks up and then out of the window, he can’t see anyone.
