"I lie to Batman"

Tim Drake/21/Red Robin

[not-red-robin]

majorspoileralert‌:

“Yes Timothy, you caught me.” Steph let out a long, dramatic sigh. “It’s been a ruse the entire time. The after-hours gallivanting, the coming back from the dead. Even the brick. You fell right into my trap.” She reached out to muss his hair a little.

“Well, since you’re buying- we’re going to the good one. You know, with the eight dollar frozen chocolate mocha’s?” She wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so she picked up her pace quite a bit towards the cafe. “They have rainbow sprinkles!”

“I knew it seemed a little fishy,” he joked, before making a face at her as she messed with his hair. He reached out to tug lightly on her hair in retaliation.

“I’m pretty sure that is literally just ice cream. The only difference being the consistency is more watery,” he said, slightly grossed out.  Despite his complaining, he led them down the street to the cafe in question. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asked.

[0theghost0]

Some quick warm ups with the terror couple. 

[majorspoileralert]

@not-red-robin

[not-red-robin]

majorspoileralert‌:

She waited a beat, allowing him to catch up to her. “Timothy JACKSON Drake!” socking him in the arm, only a tiny bit harder than she would have if she was being 100 percent playful. “For trying to sneak up on me, I should.”

“Yeah I’m going that way.” Being a little vague on purpose, as her annoyance faded. “Why? You wanna make it up to me and buy me a peppermint mocha?”

Finally, a smile.

He raised an eyebrow at her reply. “You’re just using me for my money, aren’t you?” he teased. Not that he minded. What use was having that much cash if he couldn’t spoil his friends?

“I suppose you’ve got a place in mind too? I could use some coffee.” He tried to remember which cafes were between here and their place, coming up with three possibilities. 

[not-red-robin]

ofravensdarkness‌:

{☆}….Raven couldn’t hide her smile as the other seemed to recognize just who it was looking down at him. She hadn’t seen Tim in so long she found herself wondering just how he’d gotten here. Of course, he seemed to be doing the same as her looking for a nice place to gather one’s thoughts.

“You could’ve fooled me” She teased the other chuckled softly before  moving closer to him“ Well you know I’m considered a pretty dangerous hero.” She said using her powers to sit cross-legged floating slightly. “It’s good to see you, Tim, How have you been adjusting?” 

Maybe he was biased, but looking at her now he couldn’t see why the public would be scared of her. Sure, magic was scary, but Raven was one of the kindest people he knew. 

He pushed himself up until he mirrored her position, albeit firmly on the floor. “I’m doing ok,” he said. “New York isn’t as bad as Gotham, but there is plenty here to keep my hands full.” He was chaffing a bit against his limited options, used to travelling, but this wasn’t the worst place to be stuck. Not that he wouldn’t continue testing the dome’s capabilities.

 “What about you?” he asked.

[not-red-robin]

cassandracainhq‌:

Cassandra eyed the boy for a moment. There was more to this than just missing home, or at least she though so. However, she didn’t see the reason for her to harazz him with questions about it right now unless he felt like speaking about it. Once Tim moved, the dark haired girl did too; to sit down on the cape with him. Her lather jacket and black boots not really fitting the over all picture right now ––– but when had Cass ever actually fit into anyone’s picture. 

She gave the boy a gentle smile, and yet one who were meant to do good. Missing a home, it wasn’t a feeling Cass had ever felt. Because most of her life, she had never had a true home; and only recently had she started to feel like Gotham was her home; with Bruce and everyone else. “ –– hmm” not sure how to respond. Then Cassandra did something she was honestly just comfortable doing with Tim right now; she pulled him gently into a hug. “what you miss the most?” she asked pulling away from the hug. 

Tim could feel some of his tension melt away as she hugged him. He had forgotten, that even though some parts of home were far away, the most important parts were here too.

“The people,” he answered. “Not just Bruce and Damian, but the civilians too.” Gotham was a hard place to live, but those who did were tougher for it. They could handle nearly anything thrown at them, and it was something Tim admired. The resilience of the city had forged the bats, after all. “Don’t tell the brat I said I missed him,” he said quickly, a pained wince crossing his face. 

“What about you? Are you settling in okay here?” he asked, slightly worried as he looked her over.

[majorspoileralert]

Steph knew that most people didn’t spend their whole lives in their hometown. Bruce did, and she wondered if maybe it had only thrown gas on the fire that was his pain.

You can’t heal in the same environment in which you became sick.

Maybe it was time for a new beginning. A new city. A new life. 

A new reputation.

She’d always be the Spoiler, she knew that now. But maybe it didn’t always have to mean the same thing that it did back in Gotham. Stephanie Brown could write her own story. A newer, faster, more efficient Steph.

Starting with the fact that she knew someone was following her. Were they friend or foe? She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t get the sense she was in immediate danger. 

“If you think I don’t know you’re there, you’ve fallen right into my trap of underestimating me.”

[not-red-robin]

Tim couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter at that response. He hadn’t been trying to sneak up on her, but he hadn’t wanted to break into a run to catch up in the middle of a crowded street. Or... somewhat less crowded, given that NYC had lost a good portion of it’s population these days. Still, he walked a bit quicker until he was at her side.

“You gonna hit me with a brick again?” he teased, adjusting the strap of his backpack. “Are you heading home too?” he asked.

[not-red-robin]

ofravensdarkness‌:

{☆}….Raven found herself loving the time she spent hanging out on rooftops, it was the closest she could get to the top of the dome without being seen as trying to escape. Of course, she’d picked this particular one as the perfect spot for her to meditate only to notice someone was laying down on the ground napping?

“You know you shouldn’t fall asleep here, anyone could just sneak up on you”

Tim’s eyes snapped to her form, a familiar figure in the darkness. A brief smile crossed his face at the thought that they had both sought out peace and quiet in the same place. 

“I’m not sleeping, just trying to find a quiet place to think,” he said, sitting up and facing her properly. “I’m probably not as surprised to see you here as I should be.”

[mojoworldmartyr]

★☆All eyes on me★☆ (Open Starter)

[not-red-robin]

mojoworldmartyr‌:

“Fantastic.” Shatterstar grumbled out, giving one last kick to the wall before slumping against it. 

“I am with you in looking for a way to escape. What should we do next to ensure that we can get out of here?” Shatterstar said, standing up and bounding over to where his newly appointed leader was standing. 

“Maybe if we consolidate our effort and attack at once. IS there any sort of human in charge of this project?”

Tim took in the speech patterns, and the way the man said humans. Ok, so probably an alien or some sort of metahuman. He could deal with that, but it opened up new questions about what this man could do. “I don’t suppose you know anything about magic?”

He was used to leading a team, but Tim would freely admit that he was probably not the best person to be greeting newcomers. He didn’t have all the information himself, and wasn’t really qualified to answer some of these questions. “There are a couple hard-hitters in the dome,” he said. “Almost everyone is making an effort to escape.” He looked over the man again, trying to recognize his skills. “There are some of the Justice League and the Avengers here if you know them.”

[not-red-robin]

ofjasontodds‌:

   It wasn’t hard to spot Red Robin. Bright red wings weren’t really stealthy and he was too used to look up at the rooftops. The ‘family’ spent big part of their nights up there, hiding or watching… Definitely not sleeping. He raised an eyebrow. “Falling asleep here is such a bright idea. Who trained you?” Sarcasm filled his words but deep down, very deep down if he said so himself, he worried about the boy’s choice. Tim was smarter than that, way smarter. So it was a weird behavior for sure.

A voice Tim definitely did not want to hear right now intruded on his thoughts. “I’m not sleeping,” he said, tensing slightly. “Just resting my eyes.” He kept his eyes firmly closed, just to be contrary.

“But if you wanna take a shot at me, I welcome you to try.”  He was wrapped in his cape, the internal heater keeping him warm despite the brisk breeze. He kept his eyes closed, but shifted his grip on it to something more battle-ready, just in case Jason took him up on the offer.

[not-red-robin]

redarsehole‌:

“Not the best place to set up shop there, buddy.” Roy said as he squatted next to Tim, poking his cheek in a feeble attempt to wake him up. Him and Tim weren’t the closest of friends, but Roy and Jason were close at some point, which meant Roy had met the family. 

“Come on. Go home or something. You’re gonna get sick or something out here.” Roy said as he stood up, nudging Tim’s side a few times with is foot to try to get him to move faster.

Tim grumbled a bit, swatting at the other man’s hand. Still, he sat up with a sigh, something cracking as he did. He was too young for his joints to sounds like this, dammit. 

“I am home,” he said, gesturing to the building below them. He had set up shop on the top floor of the modest apartment building, but his remodeling wasn’t quite done. There was a fine layer of dust inside, and instead of fixing it, he had come outside for a breather. 

“I appreciate the concern though,” he added, remembering his manners. “You got a heater in there yourself?” he asked, nodding at Roy’s costume.

[not-red-robin]

cassandracainhq‌:

It wasn’t unusual for her to be out and about –– all alone. Teaming up happened to be fun, but Cassandra did not mind the fact that besides Barbra trying to show her how to work in a group; solo happened to be her best pick. Pherheps it was due to her lack of childhood – or simply because she had seen moments in Bruce himself where he actually did work best alone. Going from rooftop to rooftop to get a better look at the city, was normal. But what wasn’t nearly as normal, was coming across a sleeping Tim Drake on one of them. 

She had observed him for a while, trying to decided if he wished to be left alone or he simply just wanted to lay there and take his– roof nap. The dark haired girl had decided that regardless she would go and say hello. Cassandra kicked him gently, just to get his attention; she looked down at him for a moment; eyes just analysing the situation and his emotions. “sleepy?” she questioned, tilting her head slightly to the side. 

Tim relaxed again as he looked up at Cass. Of all the people to come across him like this, she was probably the best option. She wasn’t a threat to him, would stay quiet, and wouldn’t try to chastise him on his awful sleeping habits. 

“Sort of,” he answered, rolling over so that she could join him on the cape he had spread across the ground. “Mostly just... sad,” he explained. “Tired emotionally, not physically.” Which was part of the reason he was laying here. He knew he wouldn’t really fall asleep here, his training wouldn’t let him. “I miss home a lot.”

[not-red-robin]

A rooftop probably wasn’t the best place to fall asleep, but he couldn’t be bothered to move right now. Tim felt like he had been going non-stop ever since this whole thing started. There had been so much to set up, people to find, research to be done. Laying here, on this dimly lit roof, smog filling the air, he could almost imagine it was Gotham. The skyline was wrong, and the lights too bright, but if he closed his eyes he could imagine.

A small scuff of shoes alerted him that he wasn’t alone, and he opening his eyes reluctantly.

[redarsehole-deactivated20190212]

Spooky Scary... Costumes (Open Starter)

Roy was walking up and down the aisles of the local Halloween store, balancing his 3 year old daughter, Lian, on his hip. Lian had recently told Roy, in her own language, that she hated being put in shopping carts seats, so being carried everywhere seemed to be the only option, unless Roy wanted her to sprint away. It was probably those assassin genes that made her so hard to find when she didn’t want to be found. 

Lian had come home a few days ago with a note from her preschool saying that they were going to have a costume party in class, and Lian had told him that she wanted to look the best in the class so here they were, trying to find a cool costume. There was no baby-sized Arsenal costume, so Roy was already not happy with the choices. Lian started squirming and Roy bent down to put her down, and widened his eyes as she immediately latches onto the leg of some poor, unsuspecting person.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, she’s a run-” Roy stopped as he finally looked up, “Hey! I haven’t seen you in weeks! What’s up?” Roy said as he tried to gently pry his 3 year old off this person’s leg.

[not-red-robin]

So maybe Tim was here to surreptitiously buy all the bat decorations he could. The best part of autumn was buying ludicrous amounts of bat-themed merchandise and to give to the rest of the bats. Tim still had some purple bat-themed garlands that he used on the little tree in his apartment, a joke gift from Steph that he secretly loved.

He passed through an aisle full of costumes, when he found a sudden weight on his leg. He blinked down at the little girl clinging to him for a moment in confusion, and the beginnings of terror. He was not good with kids. Nope, not at all. Looking up he caught sight of a familiar face.

“Roy?” he asked, before looking back down. And yup, that tiny face was sort of familiar. “Uh, hi, Lian.” He was pretty sure Dick had shoved some pictures of her in his face last month. “I’m fine. You know, stuck here, but fine. What about you?”

[mojoworldmartyr]

★☆All eyes on me★☆ (Open Starter)

[not-red-robin]

mojoworldmartyr‌:

“My swords didn’t dull in 20 years of combat, so I doubt they while dull now.” Shatterstar said, taking a quick glance over his shoulder to look at whoever was interrupting his slow wearing down of the wall. No one that seemed important, so Shatterstar turned his attention back to what he was doing.

“Do yo know anything about the wall? What it’s made out of? Any weak points you have detected?” Usually Shatterstar was more of a ‘shoot now, ask questions later’ sort of guy, but maybe finding a weaker part of the wall would allow him a better chance of getting out.

Tim raised an eyebrow, sort of impressed. What kind of swords did this guy have, and how could he get his hands on some? The holidays were coming up, and there were multiple people he knew who would appreciate something like that. 

“If I knew that, there wouldn’t be a wall here right now,” he told the man. “What I do know is that explosives and plasma cutters don’t work, and neither does brute force.” Granted, they might just need a greater amount of brute force, but none of the attempts had done much.

[not-red-robin]

ofselinakyle‌:

   Selina smiled when the Red Robin suit was showed to her from the shadows. She knew most of Bruce’s kids were in the city, so seeing him there wasn’t a surprise. Actually, she probably expected it. “I like to know how easy my job can be in a new city, little bird.” Said before turning again to see the police men doing their job, making it look easy. Because honestly, it probably was. “What about you? Owning the streets and alleys, Gotham style?”

Tim gave her a disapproving frown, but held his tongue. That was probably to be expected. If Bruce couldn’t convince her to reform, he sure as hell couldn’t. He just hoped she could stay off the radar a little longer. He was still getting his bearings in this city, and didn’t want to have to deal with any of the Gotham rogues until he had contingencies in place. “I don’t suppose you feel like pointing out which museums or galleries have caught your eye here?” he asked with a sigh. He didn’t think for a second she would answer honestly, but he wished it could be that simple.

“I wouldn’t say that. Gotham style doesn’t always work very well,” he said with a wry grin. “Not enough gargoyles to hang off of here.”

[mojoworldmartyr]

★☆All eyes on me★☆ (Open Starter)

[not-red-robin]

mojoworldmartyr‌:

The doors slid shut behind Shatterstar as he was unceremoniously thrown onto the ground. Before he had time to right himself, the doors had melded back into the wall of the dome; sealing him in. He drew out his swords and started slashing the walls in hope of even making somewhat of a dent. He’s only been on Earth for a few weeks before being snatched up and thrown back into a dome. He had just escaped his life as a coliseum fighter just to be thrown back into an enclosed ring. He started swinging faster, but he didn’t even make a scratch on whatever metal the dome’s walls were made of. He barely made out the sound of someone coming up behind him, until he whirled around and caught their sight.

“What do you want?!” He almost screamed, his voice gruff and hoarse. Shatterstar needed to get out of here as quickly as possible, and making small talk was not going to help that in any way.

He had been prowling around the edges of the dome, trying to find any weaknesses that could be exploited. A flurry of movement caught his eye from a couple dozen yards away.

Tim raised his hands in a show of peace as he approached the swordsman. The desperate way he had been attacking the dome stuck a chord in the younger boy. He hoped he could get the man to calm down some, but Tim wasn’t always the best at emotions. 

“I know its sucks, but at this point you just seem to be dulling your swords,” he said tentatively. 

[ofselinakyle]

   Selina leaned on the brick wall and watched how some police men captured a man that was robbing a restaurant. Red and blue lights reflecting in her green eyes as a smirk formed across her lips. “Poor kitten.” She tilted her head and one of her heels hit the floor as she turned, an eyebrow raising when she heard footsteps behind her. “I hope you’re not trying to hide there, darling. Because if that’s the case, you are doing a horrible job.”

[not-red-robin]

A familiar silhouette caught Tim’s attention amidst the lights and controlled chaos across the street. With a quiet sigh, he made his way towards her, not bothering to try stealth. Catwoman had an interesting relationship with the Bats, and the general rule seemed to be caution, but not outright hostility. “Enjoying the show?” he asked, emerging from the shadows.