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this blog is what happens when you let a weird ol' candian and a weird ol' californian plot together

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WE COULDN’T GET AWAY → Marliam.

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alienbabe1x1s:

When Liam repeated her own words back to her, Marley couldn’t hold back her little smirk if  she tried. She hadn’t thought he picked up on that but apparently he did. Secretly she was glad he could so easily brush it off instead of taking it to heart. Was he actually being someone friendly with her? Most guys in his position (and social status) wouldn’t date to make conversation - but less eye contact - and rightfully so. If this had been a crowded hallway, he would have been greeted with an indifferent look, if even that. 

“Sure, yeah, whatever you want.” Marley replied nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t secretly hoping he didn’t care if she hid out here for a while. Using her hands for support, she scooted up onto the bathroom vanity, giving her feet some relief and letting her legs hang over the end. She could hear her phone vibrating in her bag but didn’t bother to even check it. She knew her mom was working and anyone else texting her were probably just wondering where the heck she was. When he referred to himself as a nobody, she just shook her head to herself. It’s not like they were so different. He seemed like the loner type, she was surrounded by ‘friends’, sure. But at the end of the day, when things got tough - there they both were, hiding out in the bathroom. “If I wanted to go, I’d be gone by now.” she stated simply, her tone was never over aggressive - unlike a lot of the people she surrounded herself with. More just disinterested. Disconnected. 

“Hey, since I helped you out with your shirt, can I ask a favor?” she spoke up, making sure he could hear her while he was in the stall. Of course, she hadn’t given him the advice expecting something in return when she offered it, but now that she had helped him out she hoped maybe he could return the favor. Nothing comes for free, right? And she wasn’t a fool, she knew exactly what he saw. Why he had barred the door. “Could you…” It was now that she glad he had opted to sneak away into the stall. “Could you maybe not mention that I was in here.” Nope, that wasn’t the right phrasing. “I mean, could you not mention why I was in here. Er, what I was doing?” she asked, sucking up her pride momentarily. “My friends are nosy as hell and I just don’t wanna deal with 50 questions.”

Hearing Marley say that she would have left already if she wanted to was a little odd for Liam. People didn't just hang around him anymore, he had taken the needed measures to ensure that for himself. Still, misery loved company so knowing she'd still be there as he was having to wash his shirt was a little nice in a strange way. Then again, the whole encounter was odd already so that wasn't saying too much. In the midst of taking his shirt off, he heard the girl ask for a favor. Liam didn't say anything, assuming she'd ask regardless of him showing he heard her.

A quiet laugh passed Liam's lips at Marley's request from him. His shirt was now off and he was working on getting his jacket on, as well as zipped at least halfway. He opened the stall, having not said a word in the few seconds it took for him to emerge, "You," he started, walking up to the open sink and turning the water on once again, "are vastly overestimating the crowd I talk to, and what I talk about." He turned his head to cast a glance over at Marley with a smile he actually was letting her see, "My grandparents are a little too old to know who you are and start a rumor about it."

At the mention of his family, his smile waned and he looked back down to work on his shirt. Liam didn't go around talking about his life at school, that was sort of the point of being an outcast from the school. However, he forgot that his natural instinct was to talk to people that were being friendly to him. Unfortunately, that still was part of his personality despite everything, "But if that's what you want to consider a favor, sure. I can do that." 

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WE COULDN’T GET AWAY → Marliam.

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alienbabe1x1s:

Marley could feel Liam giving her a look but she continued to focus on her own reflection. Even Kitty Wilde had her nice moments, right? She wasn’t totally breaking character. Besides, if no one was around to see her turn off ‘bitch face’ than it was basically like it didn’t happen. She would like the think things would be a lot less complicated if she could just be herself… but she learned the difference of that a while ago. Besides, she didn’t remember his name so it’s not like he had that much of a voice at school. Even if he vouched on her behalf, she highly doubted anyone would listen. After all, she had walked those social invisible shoes before so she knew.

When he finally spoke up, she found herself chuckling a little. The thought of her setting up something so ridiculous was foreign to her but apparently her ‘group’ of friends reflected on to her a lot more than she thought. “Are you kidding?” She asked, nodding to the garbage can that was blocking the door. “That kind of protection? Fool proof.” she teased, making it clear she hadn’t planned some kind of ruse. 

After a beat, her smile faded and she remembered who she was talking to. Where they were. That he was probably about to get topless. “Uh, do you want me to leave?” she admittedly didn’t want to back to the quad but he clearly needed the privacy more than she did. “I mean, you don’t seem like the locker room type.” 

He didn't see Marley hesitate or even give a small indicator that what Liam said was accurate. He actually believed her a little bit before she actually spoke. Apparently being in a smaller space made it possible for her to actually talk to him. He hardly was dumb though. The reason she was was because no one was there to see them. They both had come to the bathroom with that mindset. Which, now that he thought that over, was slightly odd Marley had known which bathrooms were the ones to go to when wanting to be invisible. It could have simply been chance, but then again, it could just as easily not been. While Marley was giving Liam a 180 of the girl everyone else knew, he didn't feel like questioning it. Plus, she was funny, and doing any sort of chuckle was pretty damn rare for himself. This was likely going to be a short lived exchange, and never happen again, so he decided to go with the old saying: don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Or more so, what his mother used to say, "You think it's fool proof," he mused, taking a glance at the makeshift barrier he made before looking back at her, "I heard it's pretty weird." He gave her a small smile, nothing all that big but he was more of an attempt he had made with anyone else there. Two could play the game of confusing personalities that didn't match their social status. It wasn't until Marley mentioned something about him needing privacy that it really settled he was going to be taking his shirt off, "Uh," his lips were parted and he looked over his shoulder as if someone would have magically appeared. It didn't need to be confirmed, but it really was only them there. Yet, insanely enough, it didn't feel right to kick her out, "it's fine. There's stalls, and I can put my jacket on when I come back out." Liam compromised, kind of glad he was able to think of that, "It wouldn't make a lot of sense for a no body telling you to leave." He shrugged, taking his jacket off which also had some coffee, but unlike his shirt, it was dark enough to not be noticeable. He could handle the smell being a little less till he got home, "If you want to go though, I'm not gonna stop you." Liam added, starting to walk to one of the stalls and wondering why he said those last few words.

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WE COULDN’T GET AWAY → Marliam.

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alienbabe1x1s:

His response to her sarcastic question basically left her at a loss. It wasn’t wasn’t sweet condolences she could mistake for pity - thank god - but under the surface it was actually out of concern. Or, at the very least consideration. But she caught sight of the blocked entrance, and despite him already turning back on to her in indifference -  she wasn’t buying it. “You locked the door because you were scared some guy ran out of toilet paper? That’s not weird at all.” she said, under her breath - not even as an attack on him but just an unfiltered musing that slipped past her lips.  She caught a glimse of herself in the mirror, the brunette boy was blocking most of her view but she saw enough to notice a little bit of smudged mascara. Not enough to make her look like she belonged in Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space” space music video but enough for her to feel the need to fix it before any questions where asked. 

With the uncomfortable click-clack of her heels against the ceramic tiles, Marley made her way over to the paper towel dispenser to get something to clean herself up with. Glancing every so often at the boy in front of the sink, she pursed her lips and an inner monologue of ‘shut up, Marley’ played in her head. 

Despite everything inside her telling her to shut up and leave it alone - her big mouth opened. “That’s not going to work.” she motioned to his shirt with a nod. Years of spending way too many Friday nights doing chores with her Mom had apparently turned her into the savior of laundry. At maybe on some level, doing something helpful to this person would ease her guilt of being so awful to..well.. everyone else. God knows she had to wash slushie out of her sweaters and blouses on more than one occasion at McKinley. Coffee wasn’t all that different.

“If you use warm water, you’re just going to set the stain. Plus rubbing paper towels all over yourself is only going to make it worse while making you wet and cold.” Pulling out more paper towels, she used them to line the bottom of the sink so it would somewhat create a plug of sorts. “If you take it off, soak the entire thing in cold water, add a little drop of hand soap and then dry it under the hand dryer - it won’t stain, you won’t spend the day freezing and smelling like coffee creamers.” she offered with a shrug before  turning back towards the mirror to continue fixing herself.

Liam smirked a little to himself, shaking his head ever so slightly in his attempt to brush off Marley's comment on blocking the door being weird. He had some wisecrack remark in the back of his mind, but he didn't say it. He had found that a lot of the time, not saying anything was a lot better than saying something. Sure, if things got out of hand in some way he would. However, a fellow peer making an amused comment and observation was hardly anything that fell in such a category. It was just a little entertaining, regardless if it was some subtle jab at him or not. Liam didn't care too much to think into it. Now what really caught his attention was Marley speaking up about his water wiping method not working. It had always been his default go to, and while it really didn't make the stains fully go away, subconsciously he thought it helped. Either Liam was incredibly wrong, or she was incredibly good at making it sound like he was. With the way she described everything, it sure sounded a little genuine. While also confusing. They had hardly spoken since school started, and more than likely, he wasn't even a back of her head thought. Much like she wasn't for him in most cases. Liam turned around after he stopped the water from the sink. He leaned back on it, his only balance being his lower back pressed on it. His arms were crossed and he gave a look at Marley. He was partly curious by the fact she was able to answer that so quickly. Then again, she was far more fashionable than he was so that could have played a part in it. He didn't fully buy it.

"If I do take my shirt off to clean it, do you promise none of your friends will come barging in armed and ready to attack?" Before transferring, Liam wouldn't of bothered asking her that and just trust Marley right off the bat. Now that he was here and he had been through what he had, he felt a lot less inclined to blindly trust others. Even when they offered a helping hand.

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WE COULDN’T GET AWAY → Marliam.

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alienbabe1x1s:

Marley’s had her fair of awful days, some worse than others, but today it seemed as if a dark, stormy cloud was hanging over her head. Ever since she had transferred from McKinley and decided to reinvent herself, everything had gone pretty smoothly. She cut and died her hair so she barely recognized the mousy ex glee club she used to be. She did research on what to wear with what so that her second hand clothing looked more like ‘vintage’, a chic boho style that she could claim was a fashion choice rather than her only option. Besides, it wasn’t about what you wear - but what attitude you have while wearing it - she had quickly learned during her new bout of popularity. If you have the ‘right’ attitude, you could pull off just about anything. 

At first it had been fun - thrilling even; so live the way the girls who had ridiculed her over the years did. Sure, she wasn’t queen B or anything, but she was close enough. She had been invited to numerous parties, all the athletes who mattered on the social hierarchy flirted with her on a daily basis - as if she was a shiny new to truck in a box of plain old legos. At first she even found herself feeling confident. This was it. No longer was she a little quiet girl in Lima who didn’t quite fit in. This high was exactly that though; a high. Eventually the glamour of it all wore off, and she found herself feeling lonely all over again. Not in the traditional sense, of course. She was always surrounded by her clique. But even so, she never really felt as if anyone cared or even knew her. The real her. The girl who loved to sing - or, well,  used to love to sing. The girl who loved too deeply. The girl who would defend her mom to the end of the earth. The girl who winced every time the other girls talked about extreme dieting, because she knew what dangerous path those ideas once led her. 

Today hit her extra hard though, as her usual group of polished, popular beauties and typical egotistical jocks hung out in the quad. Her friends felt the need to focus on this one freshman - a girl in a Disney t-shirt and corduroy pants who bared a terrifying resemblance to what she looked like just months ago. Her crew picked her apart, bit by bit, criticizing everything from her hair  to her shoes - and when they were done, they looked for more. A fire raged inside of Marley, and she wanted so much to do what she wished someone would have done for her - but she couldn’t. The words wouldn’t form. Before she knew it, she was excusing herself from the group and heading inside. Most people used the facilities on the South wing of the school, just because during break most people liked to be as close to the exit as possible so Marley made the decision to venture down into one of the less occupied halls to get as much privacy as possible. Making her way through the nearest door, she quickly stumbled into the boys washroom. She debated turning around and leaving for a second, but she knew girls often entered their washroom for more reasons than guys - so she’d most likely have more privacy if she stayed  where she was. Besides, it only took the door closing behind her for her to break, and release  the tears she had been choking back. With a blurry gaze, she climbed into the nearest stall and locked it, taking a seat on the back panel with her feet perched up so no one would see her heels and question her if they happened to come in.

I was just too much, and her head fell in her hands as quiet sobs broke free from her chest. She was such a coward, letting the same bullied who would have once torn her to pieces do the same to some other poor girl. She was so fake. Just a mold of what she thought would make her happy. A shell of the girl she used to be. Empty and hallow and – busted. She began to compose herself, taking a few deep breaths, and using toilet paper to wipe her eyes when she heard a voice from outside her stall. Crap. How was she going to explain this one? 

Taking a deep breath she composed herself and unlocked the stall door, only to find a semi familiar face. She had seen him before - somewhere. Probably passed by in the halls. Maybe the had a class together? She looked him over and it was obvious by his coffee stained shirt and slight slouch that their social circles didn’t mirror on another. After a beat, she remembered where she was and what she was doing and her guard slipped right back up. First rule of warfare in high school? Don’t let anyone see you sweat.  

“What? Is this your stall or something?” the blond asked, sounding a little more defensive than the snarky tone she was going for. 

Being coffee stained wasn't exactly a first for Liam, and probably wouldn't be the last, but this situation as a whole was pretty out of the ordinary for him. Surprisingly, not a lot of people would go to the bathrooms to cry. At least not in the bathroom he was at now. Having someone there crying now was new territory to him. Once upon a time he was good at comforting others in their time of need, he had done it for his mother while he father was shipped off. Friends, back when he had some. And his aunt when his cousin died

However, his old friends were back in New York and he hadn't seen them in months. Even more so, he didn't make an effort to stay in contact. His mother had passed away, and his aunt had her husband and other son to take comfort in. Which meant in recent times he had lost his touch, along with a lot of other pieces that had made him who he was. Being a recluse was not the ideal way of life, but it was all he could manage anymore. Still, Liam waited in silence to see if the person behind the door would come out. It wasn't like they had to, he didn't need to use the bathroom after all-- just the sink and paper towels. Yet something in him felt like he couldn't just ignore the person there. Plus, that would have been possibly more awkward. Liam didn't expect to see who came walking out the stall, though, and from the looks of it, she didn't expect to see him there either. Marley Rose wasn't the "it" girl, exactly, but she was well known in the school. She was part of the crowd that only thrived as much as it did because of judgment. He wasn't outgoing enough for people to actually go around making fun of him, he just invisible enough to get tormented whenever someone felt like it. Marley hadn't actually joined in on his ridicule, but that didn't give her a get out of jail free card either. However, in the not so great lighting of the bathroom, a ping of curiosity arose in Liam as he saw her now. Granted, she was quick to get defensive right off the bat. People probably didn't see her like this for a reason, and that reason being she simply didn't want them to. "Uh, no?" He responded, not meaning to add a questioning tone in his voice, he was simply uncertain more ways than one. Liam cleared his throat, shrugging a shoulder so his backpack would get back on his shoulder properly, "It's just that that stall over there," his chin pointed in the direction of the stall Marley came out of, "doesn't usually have toilet paper, so no matter what you were doing, you would have been a little screwed over eventually." 

Despite him just re-positioning his backpack, Liam let it slide off his shoulder and on to the ground, turning himself toward the sink once it was off. He started running the water, hoping to get even a lukewarm temperature to clean off just a little bit of the mess on him. He caught a glimpse of his reflection and knew instantly he was going to miss the first half of class. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to waste playing witty banter with someone. Liam wasn't there to give Marley a pep talk after all.

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WE COULDN’T GET AWAY → Marliam.

Leaving at the end of class was both a blessing and a curse for Liam. Blessing because being out of class was a lot better than being in class. The curse part came from the fact that it was safer to be in class than the hallways. It wasn’t like Liam had never occasionally bumped in to people by accident, but he knew the difference between what was actually an accident and what wasn’t. Today he got to put those skills to the test, but what was unexpected was running into two people with cups of iced coffee.

He rushed to the bathroom in the next hall way since it was usually not crowded. It was his preferred bathroom for a reason. The less people, the better. His heart had previously been ready to accept others, and he would have be quick to write off what happened in the halls as an accident. Now, he was all too sure that the world was out to get him to consider that idea. As soon as he opened the door to the bathroom, Liam swore he heard a noise. He ignored it and quietly snuck in but then he heard another noise. It sounded like a sniffle, which he realized was also what the first noise sounded like.

Suddenly apprehensive, despite his coffee stained clothing and self, he turned around to the only closed stall there. Liam had this feeling that it wasn’t another guy in there, and if there weren’t urinals, he would have thought he walked into the wrong restroom. Obviously the sniffling individual behind the door wanted to be inconspicuous, yet Liam couldn’t bring himself to ignore that. Grabbing the trash can by the door, he dragged it in front to keep others from coming in. Naturally, that also trapped him but he wasn’t in a rush to go back out there, “The door’s blocked if you want to come out.”

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TIME FOR ME TO FLY → TimKara.

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Though it didn’t exactly answer her question, Kara felt a her pride inflate a little at his raised brow expression. Truth be told normally that would earn him a smile or her best attempt at a witty response but now she was too drained to force either. “I’m fine.” she said, already sounding a little less aggressive and more exhausted. She took a quick look around her surroundings. They were in a cave, a cave with thick walls so even if she did have the energy to break through she would risk having the cave loose it’s support and collapse into itself, before surely ending up hurting the man before her. Since he was obviously saving her, that wasn’t even an option.

Each footstep felt like a punch to her skull and she spoke up just as her rescuer did - clearly having the same thoughts. “We need to go.” she said, her voice clashing with his same statement and she had to see the amusement in their awkward exchange. As soon as he mentioned kryptonite Kara winced. She wasn’t accustomed to really true physical pain but here she was and she knew exactly why.“They definitely have it, but they’re not going to get a chance to use it.” she retorted. They were getting closer. They were coming for her. They hadn’t killed her yet, but in a way they had. They had stolen time. God knows who had suffered and been hurt in her absence. Harvesting that resentment, “I can’t break through any of these walls without risking collapsing the entire cave. I…” she felt stumped.  She focused. Four heartbeats. One was stronger, definitely a meta of some sort. The other three she wouldn’t have an issue getting past but meta-humans were unpredictable and she had no idea what was waiting for them in a matter of seconds. “There’s three armed guards and a Metahuman, we just need to get past them.” She still felt an odd stiffness, even with her strength she needed time regain her energy - but time wasn’t exactly something they had to spare in the moment so she would do her best with what she had. “I need you to hold me.” she said in a rushed tone, ignoring the implications despite the context. “I need you to hold on to me as tight as you can okay? I don’t know what could come after us so I’m going to have to go fast… as fast as I can.” 

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Tim almost backtracked to give Kara a sorry for his words metaphorically smashing into her own sentence, but the time for apologies wasn’t now. After though, then he could. It was good that Supergirl was conscious enough to realize the danger at hand for both of them. They were both in a state of panic while trying to retain their cool and collected superhero disposition. Not that it really mattered when in an underground cave hidden directly under a mountain in the middle of a snowy wasteland. This was a fine place he put himself in, and in a way, Kara. He had hoped that at the very least she would get to escape. The world had been missing her for far too long.

Red Robin’s eyes widened slightly, standing there with the words ‘no, we should go through the vents’ right on the tip of his tongue. However, he couldn’t say them. Supergirl clearly determined to try escaping the way she suggested, and even more clearly, she needed someone to believe she could do it. If there was anyone to put faith in, it was one of the real Supers the world had, “Okay.... okay” Tim nodded, trying to push his hesitance down and set his usual logic aside for now. Even if it didn’t work, somehow the odds were better going with Kara. He didn’t doubt his own abilities, it was just the matter of if they went his route and were captured, he wouldn’t be sure what to do next. Tim went behind her, not sure which way was best for him to hold on to her but he assumed not obstructing her view was the most helpful, “I’m ready when you are, Supergirl.”

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TIME FOR ME TO FLY → TimKara.

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It was like every cell in her body was malfunctioning. Every muscle, every bone, every inch just completely drained. She could feel the kryptonite draining her, as if the yellow sun suddenly combusted and left her helpless. There were an array of emotions Kara had experienced in her eventful lifetime. Fear, hope, excitement, isolation, loneliness, empowerment - but helpless? That was a first. She was now left surrounded by strangers, blurry faceless beings who poked and prodded at her until she was finally gifted with relief. When she blacked out, all she could think about what her family. Her friends. The emotions she had yet to experience and thing things she would have told the people she loved if she had her time back. Then that was it. Nothing but darkness.

Until now.

Now, she could feel air entering her lungs. She felt herself moving but wasn’t yet strong enough to open her eyes. How long had she been asleep? Hours? Days? Weeks? She couldn’t guess, but all she knew now was that she had to get out. She had to leave. She had to escape. She didn’t know who was holding her but she felt an oddly safe familiarity. His smell, the way he was holding her. It didn’t seem the embrace of someone threatening. She felt something she hadn’t felt it what seemed like a very long time. She felt safe. 

That however, didn’t last long. She could hear the man’s heart rate speed up. The way it usually did when someone was in a slight panic.  But she was still weak and opening her eyes felt a lot like leaving a warm comfy bed on a cold, stormy morning. Finally, though, she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. She forced herself to shift in his arms. To open her eyes. To ignore her weak limbs and the ache in her head. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of the masked man before her. “Who are you?” she asked in a demanding tone. 

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Tim was glad he had invested in a similar sort of tech that Dick used in his Nightwing mask. Having the ability to change his perspective in to whatever was needed, from night vision to infrared, really came in handy. While Batman had trained him and provided during his Robin days, there were other things he had to figure out to change on his own. Glancing around, he finally noticed one of the most cliche but best case options, an air vent. It was rather big, except certainly not big enough for him to be able to carry someone on his back as he crawled. Of course, it was big enough for him to place said person in while he fought off the bound to appear enemies. 

The plan was piecing together nicely in his head when suddenly an unknown factor he hadn’t considered came into play: Kara waking up. One minute, the missing Kryptonian was in his arms, and the next, she was in front of him looking as if she hadn’t just woken up from an undermined amount of rest, “I-.... am impressed that you’re already standing,” he admitted, his posture shifting from his shock to his concern, “are you sure you should be doing that? You haven’t even seen the sun yet.” Tim rambled, pointing around in what he assumed to be the direction of the outside world, sun included. 

Faintly, he heard what sounded like footsteps, voices, and metallic clinking which could only mean their time was slim. “We have to get out of here” he urged, taking steps backward toward the vent he had seen that wasn’t quite on the ground but could be accessible with the right steps up taken, “I don’t know how they caught you the first time, but I don’t think either of us want to find out if they have Kryptonite. Or worse. If there is a worse.” 

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TIME FOR ME TO FLY → TimKara.

Tim had little to no idea where he was. Martian Manhunter had contacted him and told him that there had been visual out in the mountains that Captain Cold. He had had been residing in an abandoned village and since he was the leader of The Rogues, Tim had to go. While he might have been in an uninhabited town, there still were other villages in the mountains with natives that had been safe from outside terrors. He had been flown by Red Torando and was told to contact them within the next twelve hours to make sure he was okay. He had agreed to that term, looking at his sports watch (which he did wear under his sleeve) to make note of the time.

It had been four hours since he was put in the town, and while he was looking from afar, he didn’t see anything out of sorts. The whole place was deserted, or so he thought. Tim looked over to what seemed to be a cave opening where two people were standing and seemed to be guarding the entrance. They weren’t there before, he knew that, but now they were which was the only lead he had for the moment. He took the two guards out, simply rendering them unconscious and putting them a little in the cave as to not die of hypothermia. 

While walking around in the cave, he found it to go down in to the ground which eventually lead to a metal door. It wasn’t Tim’s first choice, but he blew it open and ran to find a safe spot from any incoming enemies. He managed to find a room where no one was in, or so he thought until he turned around. There in a tank much like the one he had heard Superboy was in once upon a time, except now it was Supergirl. It had been two years since anyone heard from her, and while no one believed she died, no one knew where she was either. But now they did. The reunion had to be cut short as an alarm blared around and anyone could guess that was not good. Tim knew he wouldn’t leave her behind, though.

Going to the computer by it, he was glad the electricity was still on so he could hack into it and get Kara out without risk of hurting her in someway. Even now as the Red Robin, he didn’t know 100% what the tanks did to those inside them. The glass lifted up causing the water like substance to flow out of it and on to the floor. Tim hopped up, taking the breath mask off her and putting her over his shoulder. Once back on the ground, he carried her in his arms instead, feeling that was going to be more comfortable for her (even if she wasn’t conscious). Now the issue was, he had no idea where to go from there. He hadn’t gotten a lay of the land, and an alarm would surely cause Captain Cold’s team, if not himself, running this way, “Come on, Robin, think.” He muttered to himself, looking around as his heart raced. He not only had to save himself now, but he had to save Kara, too. Or at least, this person that looked like her.