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Remember everything your teachers gave you. Don’t be any of them. ------------------------ Affiliated with Stella City

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ziinthcs:

          “Red Robin? How’d you come up with that one?”

“I grew up. The mantle of Robin was taken.”

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ziinthcs:

          “So I’ve heard. Who are you? The way you talk about Batman, you have to be a good guy, but I don’t think I’ve seen your suit before.”

“The suit has some history, but I’m a good guy. I promise. I call myself Red Robin.”

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ziinthcs:

          “And is that a bad thing?”

“Batman is one of the most impressive men I’ve ever encountered. Of course it’s not a bad thing.”

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ziinthcs:

          “I doubt it. I’ve heard he doesn’t really like anyone. Can’t blame him, either.”

“That’s very true. But damn if you don’t act just like him.”

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ziinthcs:

          “The point of clothing should always be practicality.” She paused. “Or it should at least be all black. You can never go wrong with black.”

“I bet Batman loves you.”

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mientesas:

“As Stella City’s resident P.I., I’m proud to announce my policy to take investigative matters to the new age through social media. With this, community cooperation to keep our city safe and just shall be ushered into a more open and involved collaborative effort.”

He had “bleated” (through Stella’s Bleat, a social media platform equivalent to Twitter) a photo of a broken and looted vending machine with the text “WHO DID THIIIIIIIS??!?!?!?!?!?😂😂😂😂😂😂😂”.

“Oh my goodness! What kind of hooligan—?” Tim stares at the destroyed vending machine sitting on his computer screen. He was on his personal Bleater account when a rebleat resulted in the dastardly deed being displayed on his laptop. He wastes no time in clicking the reply button.

<< I am an officer of the law and I will make sure the perpetrator of this heinous deed is persecuted as he should be! The audacity of whoever—

<< —did this!

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Meet Penelope Baarcia

< “Tim, I’ve tracked the IP address of the computer sending the signals, and it looks like it’s coming from the Moonpie Motel. There also seems to be a huge spike of power being used in one of those rooms. Stay safe, darlin’.” >

It didn’t take Tim long to learn the language of the city. It was basically required, especially after he was assigned Penelope Baarcia as his technical analyst. Fortunately, the language seemed pretty simple—more like a simple cipher than an entirely new language. Also fortunately, Penelope is an absolute joy to work with, and a borderline genius to boot.

< “Thanks, beautiful. I’ll keep an eye out for any trouble.” >

He grabs his nightstick and a flashlight and prepares himself for a problem. Over his earpiece he hears the smirk in his partner’s baas.

< “I hacked into the security system, so I’ll watch your back. And that perky butt of yours.” >

< “...Please be serious, Penelope.” >

Please welcome Penelope Baarcia, Tim Drake’s partner and technical analyst on the job. Be careful; she’s a cute sassy ewe who has eyes for you. But she rarely leaves her girl cave, so you’re probably safe.

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Fullmetal Baalchemist: Braatherherd series on DVD/Bluray. Tim places the disk into his player and turns on the television.

Heartbreak and sadness here he comes.

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beakerbrewed:  

Jiro blinked away the confusion, trying to orient himself as he answered the stranger’s questions.

“N-no, at least, I don’t think so? I rarely even drink, although I am a lightweight…”

Hold on, was this guy a cop? Uh oh, he really hoped he didn’t do anything stupid. The man began to fidget nervously when he heard a soft clink.

Hm?

A small, unbroken bottle rolled out from under his sweater, the label facing up.

                                                                  ‘      pH

                                                      PHENOL RED SOLUTION

                                                   (contains Chlorine Neutralizer)

                                                                    30 mL     ‘

Hm.

Interesting.

Jiro picked up the bottle, realizing that there was a lot of broken glass around him just as the distant alarms of an ambulance sounded in his ears.

“Oh boy.”

Well, this is certainly strange. Why would a man have a pH indicator in his pocket? And what situation would lead to him falling asleep in such a way that he didn’t realize his phenol red is bleeding into his sweater and... and that likely he’s fallen asleep on a few shards of glass. Despite the fact that the source of the red staining has been discovered, Tim still suspects substance abuse.

“Sir, may I ask why you have chemicals hidden within your sweater? Please stand over here.” He holds his hand out for the other man, offering him a bit of help up.

The ambulance is on its way, and Tim fully intends to insist the man go along with him. It’s either gonna be in an ambulance or a squad car. He needs to test the man for drugs and alcohol.

“Do you realize how this looks, sir?”

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humanitysbeauty:  

✝ : “pretend to be something else… i suppose you’re right. assuming there is a dress code, i am not well prepared to go to any formal event. my uniform would not suffice, no matter how special it is.”

       he squinted at the couple of people who were walking in, supposedly, the opposite direction. if many people were leaving, then there was no point. he could go to any public location to view this many people. 

“i don’t think it’s worth it now. the dances peak has passed, rendering it useless to my studies.”

“That’s unfortunately true. It does seem to be at the very least business casual. They may ask you to remove your... mask, as well as the bandages on your hands. I might have a suit you could borrow, but...” Tim shrugs his shoulders. It’s true that the party is dying down, so perhaps it’s best to give up on the festivities.

“I’m sorry you weren’t here sooner. Do you need any other help? I’m an officer, so we could get you back to your housing?”

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Seeing Red [ Closed - Red Robin ]

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burnsidebabe:

“This is becoming more and more of a mystery, and I’m not close to solving it it” she sighed out, blowing her ginger locks out of her eyes as she placed books back on their shelves. Barbara had been assigned a job at the library here in this city by its…overlords? Seers? It wasn’t explained in that letter in her room.

She had suddenly woke up her, with no memory or reason to why she was here. She couldn’t make contact with Alfred or Bruce, or any of her friends, actually. While she was only a bit worried, she decided to take advantage of her job and try to do some research.

It turned out, that was little help.

As she placed misplaced books into her cart, she accidentally bumped into someone. She didn’t see them at first

“Oh! Excuse me, I apologize for-” she started to say, when she got a good look at his face, she was honestly surprised

“T-Tim? Woah, you’re here?” 

Tim had been recovering from the festivities all morning. While he is normally a responsible guy, last night he may have gone a bit overboard on the champagne. And now the stress of encountering Selina have taken its toll on him. He decided it would be necessary to research some of Stella City’s famous artifacts and riches—so that he would know what to look for should anything go mysteriously missing. He searched the internet to some avail, but he decided a visit to the local library would be the best way to find information.

He’d looked into the newspaper projections and was in the process of finding art books specific to Stella City’s history and culture when he felt someone bump into his side. The books cascade from his hand, meeting up with a small collection of books from the other’s arms.

Wait a second. That voice.

“Babs? How are you—” Here? Walking? He had so many questions. “H-how are you doing?”

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humanitysbeauty:

      ✝ : he made a mental note of that. this location must be nearby if this area seemed so busy. perhaps he should come by some time. unless he needs a ticket or something.  

“a ball. my, isn’t that a bit dated? i guess people always have a sudden appreciation for old customs if it is an excuse to gather and mingle. i am not much of a social event person, but perhaps it’d be a good place to people watch. are you inviting me?”

“It’s dated, but that’s half of the fun. People like to pretend to be something else for a while, right? And so we dress in fancy clothes and go to fancy parties knowing that at the end we’re able to go right back.”

Tim shrugs his shoulders and looks back at the venue. “I would, but I think it’s dying down soon. You might be able to catch a few last dances, but people were trickling out when I stepped out for a bit. But if you’d like to attend, please, be my guest.”

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recello:

Time to have a ball with ➟ @notapplebees

────── » ⌜📷⌟  Maybe he’s a bit nervous, there’s definitely a different kind of social atmosphere and a bigger chance to mess something up. He tries though, per usual, with a big grin on his face.

“Balls, am I right?” He pauses, immediately realising his mistake, waving his hands in front of him. “Wait, wait, no. I mean, like…y’know….they’re all fancy and…lots’a people…” Okay, maybe he’s totally doomed here.

Tim finally has had enough champagne for him to stop fretting about every tiny detail and have fun. The room is bright and people are smiling, and thoughts of crime and punishment have gone on hiatus for the night. When he’s approached by a young man with blond hair, he smiles. But then he starts talking about balls, and the smile drops some.

“Uh... I appreciate the compliment but I’m afraid I’m not... looking for someone in that way right now.” He takes an awkward sip of his drink. “But sure, this shindig is pretty fun, isn’t it?”

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humanitysbeauty:

      ✝ : it was easy to simply feel the judgement from this stranger. much like always, he’s being deemed as creepy right from the get go. typical. despite being concealed by a mask, you could see him smile through it.

“everyone seems so… lively. so busy. it’s interesting. i have not seen sights like this in quite some time. i’ve missed it, almost. what does this event entail?” 

Something about the smile makes Tim shudder, but fortunately he’s able to keep it from showing on his face. He can’t tell if this man is someone he should watch out for—if the city needs saving from another masked man.

“It’s a lively event for sure. A ball. Everyone’s enjoying themselves and dancing with partners. It’s pretty fun. There’s... still time if you wanna head over?” Something tells Tim he’s gonna regret this.

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humanitysbeauty:

      ✝ : with simple observation, anyone can deduct that something was going on in this sunshine and rainbows of a city. wrapped fingers tapped at a covered chin as he confronted the nearest person. 

“this movement… clearly there must be something worth a buzz over. do you perhaps have any clue what’s going on? an event of some sorts? i can only imagine.” 

Tim had stepped away from the festivities to do a quick patrol of the surrounding area. He just finished his third lap of the block when he encountered a very strange-looking man in a mask. And if years of superhero training has taught him anything, it’s to be wary of weirdos in masks.

“Yeah, there’s... an event.” He watches the other’s eyes closely, finding them hard to read. “Why do you ask?” Tim probably shouldn’t judge this guy. After all, he’s a weirdo in a mask half the time as well. But something about those eyes.

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bendydemon:

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      “So, how’s yer night goin’ so far?” Bendy needs a break from beating himself up and drinking himself into a tizzy—he’s still somewhat sober, so he might as well take advantage of it! … By making awkward small talk. Okay, Bendy. “You’ve been hangin’ out by the bar for a little while now, so. Y’know. Just wonderin’.”

“Not too bad. It’s nice to take a night off.” Tim’s night so far had consisted of anxiously watching people for signs of crimes and running into a cat burglar from home. So yeah, he’s had a few drinks. Just to take the edge off. “The bar’s a good place. Bartender’s nice. And it has a good vantage point of the rest of the ball.”

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getclawed:

                                          ◣ ( @notapplebees  )◥  

         ╳ ┊WHEN THE SIREN had left Gotham the farewell was hardly sweet. After pulling off a particular risky heist there was an awfully large bounty on her head. Honestly, she could not have picked a better time to get whisked away if she had planned the whole ordeal herself. The ball beginning with her arrival was simply a plus as the festivities would help her get situated. Although when her gaze landed on a familiar face perhaps she should have been more concerned than amused to find one of the Bat’s little proteges stiffly maneuvering himself through the crowd of guests. Oh, but when the kitty came out to play it was hard to put the claws away.

          Once the robin had situated himself at a table the thief weaved her way through the throngs of dancing attendees with all the practiced grace one would expect from a cat burglar. ❝Well, well look at what little birdy finally decided to leave his cage.❞ She eased herself into a seat across from the younger boy. ❝It’s been a while hasn’t it, Timmy?❞ Being the mature one in a situation was a foreign concept to Selina and she never could never pass up an opportunity to ruffle some feathers. 

Stella City is definitely less stressful than Gotham ever was, but that brings its own brand of stress. Tim has doubled his efforts searching for crime in this new location. He never knew how easy it was being a crime fighter back home; half of the criminals announced their presence with elaborate costumes. And while the crime here has been much more rare, Tim’s determination has yet to falter. But he’s beginning to feel it in the back of his forehead and in his shoulder muscles. Not fighting crime feels wrong, because in his experience there’s always crime. It’s only a matter of finding it.

He scans the room as he takes a sip from his glass of champagne and, as with the previous 10 scans, came up empty. Maybe he needs to relax and let loose. He fixes his cuffs and pushes through crowds of borderline drunken guests until he finds an empty table. One final cursory glance revealed what he both anticipated and dreaded—a familiar face, approaching and now sitting across from him. “Selina.”

“I don’t suppose I can trust you didn’t reach into any pockets on the way over?”