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TIME FOR ME TO FLY → TimKara.

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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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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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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.

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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.