kori’s eyes widened in surprise as she took a bite of the sweet in her hand, practically moaning as she continued eating it, “oh my ! this is one of the greatest desserts i have ever had on earth. what is the name of this wondrous thing?” she asked in delight, her eyes bright.
“white chocolate cookie,” tim answers as he watches with wide eyes as the biscuit is slowly devoured by the female, “and that was my last one.”
She never wanted to leave this new world. Half the population didn’t know who she was— what she was capable of. It was her own little hunting ground. So it was no wonder that she found herself in a quaint little bar. Red locks bouncing with every step she took. She found her way to the bar, each movement of her body secreting pheromones. “What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink?”
tim, eyes only for his bagel with cream cheese, doesn’t look up when a voice speaks up. instead, he takes a bigger bite and practically moans at the taste - okay, so maybe going to a bar for a bagel wasn’t exactly a good choice to make in hindsight, but damn are they amazing. “--- order one,” he absently replies, chewing.
˟ ⊰ ━━ ✰ [ ALBERTO ROSENDE, 21, HE/HIM ] have you seen TIM DRAKE, they also sometimes go by RED ROBIN? it’s been said that they are INDIFFERENT working with the other side to find their way back home again. HE has been known to be ANALYTICAL yet EASILY BORED. if you saw HE around, you’d notice their COMPUTER GAMES, SHERLOCK HOLMES, MULITASKER, CONSPIRACY THEORIES, COFFEE.
when tim was just a toddler his parents took him to the circus, when there his father asked if he could take a picture with the flying graysons - it was during their performance that tiny tim first saw death as he watched the graysons murder unfold before his very eyes. this was also the first time that he saw batman.
years later, tim identified robin by a move that was also performed by a flying grayson and, putting two and two together, tim was able to figure out his identity which, in turn, also helped him to uncover batman’s true identity. after that, tim began to religiously follow their exploits, often fanboying over their actions and heroics. it wasn’t until the death of the second robin, jason todd, that tim decided to do something about his obsession. he approached batman, claimed he needed a robin, and eventually worked himself into the role, becoming the third robin to beat the mantel.
tim is neurodivergent. more specifically, tim has asperger’s syndrome. he doesn’t quite understand the differing levels of human emotions and complexities that often come with individualism. he often views things on the same level, applying the same logic to every single situation he’s in regardless of the events or outcome. sarcasm is often going right over his head, though he is often the first to dish it out. he’s obsessed with crime boards and has a wall covered with newspaper clippings, mugshots, theories and different coloured strings. he likes to be very organised in his detective work and visually viewing it while talking it through often helps.
the teen titans/young justice stuff is also canon for him.
with the collision of worlds now dominating everything they do, tim has reverted back to his detective days. he’s constantly researching, following those he views as suspicious and working overtime to figure out what’s going on. he still has his red robin suit, though is yet to wear it. so far, he’s preferring to discover the world on his own terms and not in those of his robin ideals.
honestly, his background is far too long to include in a summary intro so i’ll just post his wiki stuff HERE. most of it is staying the same except the part where he cheated on stephanie with his high school girlfriend. he would have started dating steph after that relationship ended.
‘ can i throw you in front of a car and see if you freeze? ’ she asked bluntly, arms crossed tightly over her chest as her brown hues rolled in their sockets. he was just as annoying to her, & it was just gonna be worse as the hours passed, neither of them aware of how long the storm would last. hell, at this rate, mj was contemplating how bad it would really be to walk towards a cyclone compared to being stuck in a drama studio with tim. she understood his inability to understand the human race, half the time mj didn’t understand them either. she was the carefree, nineteen year old college student that was in love with putting herself in danger just to prove to those around her that she was capable of handling herself but holding friends had never really been her strong-suit. hell, she had peter & harry at this point, miles was someone she was almost worried to be friends with because of her own reckless nature, peter was enough when it came to corrupting. tilting her head back to let out a long, dramatic groan at the males continuous talking. ‘ do you —- hear yourself when you talk? like, actually? or do you just zone it out? because let me inform you, your voice is irritating. i would rather listen to taylor swift whine about her ex-boyfriends than hear you talk another word while we’re in this place. ’ she still had yet to thank the male for his ability to save her from the storm that would’ve killed her instantly, whipping her small body into whatever building it wanted. possibly when they were no longer stuck together & able to walk away after their interaction she’ll bring it up. a small smirk slowly formed on the woman’s lips as she perked up a bit, standing up straight. ‘ oh — are you asking for help? ’ oh mj, you are honestly pushing your luck but that didn’t stop her from egging him on to admit he needed her help in this scenario.
“i doubt you could even budge me, nevermind throw me in front of a vehicle,” tim responds automatically. he knows that he’s smaller than his brothers and most of his friends, but she’s smaller than him thus has a lower centre of gravity and a smaller frame. it only stands to reason that she owuld have no chance in that field. at least, he’ll continue to believe so until he’s proven wrong in the matter. which, basically means she has to try and throw him in front of a car for the theory to be tested. “well yes, of course i do. everyone hears themselves talk when they do -- unless, of course, if said person is deaf. which i’m not. i’m able bodied and that involves my ears, too. so yes, i can hear myself,” tim answers. deep down he knows she means something else entirely with her question but he doesn’t verbally acknowledge it. he doesn’t want to. instead, he deals with the logical implications of her question. that he can do. “that i can’t help, i was born with this voice. or do you not understand the process of puberty? i can explain it to you if you like,” he then says, eyebrows arching as he awaits a respond that will most likely involve her telling him to take a run and jump off a cliff. “if you have headphones with you then you should go do that, i’m not going to stop you,” tim responds. the fact that he’s actually a taylor swift fan stays with himself. she doesn’t need to know that. at least, not now anyway. when she questions him, tim says nothing. instead, he shuffles his weight from foot to the other and folds his arms across his torso. he’s not going to admit defeat in the matter. not now, not ever. “i’m offering you a moment to prove your words to be true,” tim reasons. “if you know a place that’s apparently safer than the direction i’m going in then prove it. speak with your actions and not your words. if you have a difference of opinion then show why.” if she’s looking for a please or a concede then she’s clearly talking to the wrong person.
‘ and i was just correcting you on your clear incapability to understand what animal freezes in the headlights, ’ she stated in a matter-of-fact tone, almost hearing her aunt and sister’s bickering voices in the back of her head to thank the damn man for saving her life. it seemed like a usual, someone coming to save mj from some disastrous situation that she managed to wiggle her way into, but her undeniable hatred towards being called the damsel in distress. her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, her insides were craving some sense of contact between her knuckles and the dudes face but she managed to hold back the anger, knowing that being stuck in a drama studio with the other after hitting him would only cause more troubles on her end. ‘ i don’t run. i am not a runner & running into the storm would’ve done more damage than standing there and staring at it. i apologize for having a sense of fuckin’ shock at a fuckin’ cyclone in the middle of the fuckin’ street. ’ think that was enough cursing? no, mj could’ve done more but she could already feel her anger rising to the tips of her head and the last thing either of them needed was a fully raged mary-jane watson on their hands. wrinkling her nose at the blood that was shown towards her, mj shook her head quickly. ‘ just because you bleed doesn’t mean that you aren’t — not human, ’ she stated, almost questioning her choice of words but brushing it off with some hand movements. ‘ if you’re human that why the fuck weren’t you inside? you can’t snap at me for wandering outside when you’re just as fuckin’ human as i am. but sure, if you’re like to wander around this massive studio on your own then please, feel free to do so. although i can warn you that you’re going in the completely wrong direction since that’s the way towards the back exit, which yes, contains another door. ’ and with that, she stopped on her tracks with her arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised, waiting impatiently for the other to admit defeat and follow her lead.
“did you ever stop to consider the fact that it’s not a clear incapability to understand what animal freezes but a clear incapability to understand people?” tim lifts a brow. no matter how hard he tries, he can never quite reach the level needed to function in a conversation the way dick, or even jason - hell, even damian, can. “and, for the record, a rabbit freezes in headlights, too. they’re timid creatures in nature so it’s only natural for them to freeze when presented with the danger of an approaching vehicle. regardless of whether it’s a deer or a rabbit, the fact remains the same.” now that his hand is clean -- or, as clean as it can be considering he had to fight his way through a storm to get here -- once more, he shoves his hands into his jeans pockets and keeps walking, his eyes ahead as he tries to drown out her incessant voice. god, she’s annoying. “so, what? you want me to prove that i’m human?” he eventually stops and turns to face her, brows arching as he looks her in the eyes. “i don’t have to prove anything to you. even if i wasn’t human, it makes no difference. i saved your life, nothing will change that.” he may be human himself, but some of his teammates and friends weren’t. he never viewed them any less than he would a human. hell, he probably views them as more -- those who aren’t quite human have a tendency to fascinate him, after all. “because i know the importance of saving another above oneself,” tim states. it’s why he sought out batman - it’s his entire reason of being. “i might be just as human as you are, but i’m clearly smarter. i know what i’m doing. you clearly don’t,” he points out. he’s about to start walking again when she tells him that the exit is in that direction. with a deep and heavy sigh, he locks his jaw and looks at her once more. “then where do we go?” he asks, teeth clenched. he isn’t about to admit the fact that he’s wrong, but he’ll at least listen to suggestion.
‘ what? you can act like an asshole about my words & decisions but i can’t correct a saying that is probably older than you? ’ it wasn’t the time to be a correcting bitch, but yet here she was, refusing to drop the topic until he admitted that she was right. stubbornness was usually a good look on the human, but with the circumstances that were practically about to blow a door off it’s hinges & in her general direction, it was only making the situation more infuriating. ‘ i’m sorry – what was i supposed to do? want me to run towards the damn thing or run away like a scared little bitch? neither were calling my name in that moment and it’s called being in shock, it’s a human trait. you should look it up. ’ okay, apparently she was not in the thanking mood, despite her eyes showing a glimmer of relief that she was at least not alone in the drama studio in that moment. she kept her mouth shut at the comment about his training, almost sensing the doubt in his voice, instead she was forced to stumble to her feet and rush after him. ‘ you — suck at your trained job, you won’t even wait for me. ’ she hissed, finally falling in step with him. ‘ besides. i’m the one who knows the way around here, not you. ’
“i’m not acting like an asshole, i’m telling it as it is -- it’s not my fault that you can’t handle the truth,” tim points out. this is why he doesn’t socialise much. people are weird, and he never truly understands what they mean or want. he deals in facts and getting from a to b in the most proficient manner one can. he doesn’t really appreciate the fact that she wants him to jump from a to g to z, it’s insane - almost as insane as the weather outside. “yes, actually. i do,” tim nods. he thought that was the most obvious answer in the world. “if you’re faced with danger you either embrace it or run from it. you don’t stand and gawk at it like a person drooling over a cheeseburger. you did neither and you could have died as a result. if pointing that out makes me an asshole then i guess i am an asshole. so, maybe next time, don’t be stupid.” he doesn’t mean to be rude, but he doesn’t express it as such. he feels like, even if he did, he doubts she would believe him. “if you’re trying to suggest i’m anything but human then you are sorely mistaken. i’m as human as they come,” he says. he then reaches up to his forehead and touches the maroon stain there, he then pulls his fingers away and shows her the dark stain that now coats his pointer and middle finger. “see? human,” he reiterates, wiping the blood on his shirt as he keeps walking. “i don’t need to know where to go -- i just need to keep walking until i find a place that isn’t directly in front of windows or doors. i’ll wait out the storm then help with damage control,” he talks as if mentally checking off a list of actions. “shouldn’t be too long...” he hopes.
‘ for fuck sak —–, ’ the human hissed under her breath as her body was thrown towards the ground, almost unable to understand what was happening around her for a couple moments ; mind assuming that it was peter or even gwen or harry that had tackled her & only wrinkling her nose as her eyes laid upon the sarcastic ass she met not long before the storm hit. ‘ it’s deer in the headlights, ’ mj hissed as she moved to sit up on the floor, her dampened clothes sticking to her body in an uncomfortable nature. picking pieces of hair off her face, her brown hues focused on the male with an eyebrow raised. ‘ also, you’re yelling at me for staring at it but yet you’re out there acting as though you’re immortal. at least i was by the door that i could’ve ran for shelter last minute. ’
tim just stares at her. he practically saved her life and she’s correcting his words? typical. “tomato, potato,” he then says, not really caring if his attempts at sayings. the fact of the matter is that they’re both inside now, though the inescapable howl of the torrential rain and rushing wind continues to batter against the door he’s just closed, and now he’s afraid that it might be torn from it’s hinges. “yeah, right. you were just standing there staring at everything. you weren’t even moving!” he argues. after a pause, he exhales slowly. now is not the time for fighting. they need to move. reaching down, he shoves her shoulder a little, as if trying to tell her to move. “we need to get away from the door, so c’mon,” he orders. “and no, i’m not immortal, but i know what i’m doing. i’ve trained for this.” no, tim. no you have not. “we need to go deeper into the building.” with that, he moves off, his phone soon removed from his pocket so he can use the built in torch to light his footsteps, not even waiting for her to catch up.
in the darkened drama room, it didn’t seem as though it was all that dramatic outside ; all the pun intended. of course they had lights flicker & the occasional loud booming sound of thunder, but mj had underestimated the storm that was brewing outside. many left once the rain started to downpour – wanting to get home, but mj stuck around. being the last person in the drama room, simply reciting lines with herself ; it was the screaming she could hear echo around her from the streets outside that caused her to finally back up her things & quickly leave the closed off drama studio, lights finally blacking out behind her. the moment the small human opened the door, she was in shock at what she was seeing — the amount of chaos happening from the storm caused her small body to instantly become soaked with rain & her heart to stop in her chest. ‘ shit —-, ’ she cursed, eyes fixated on the cyclone that was her vision field, body freezing as she held tightly onto the door to keep herself from flying away from the wind.
tim knows that he can’t fight a storm, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to be helpful. struggling along the streets, tim helps as many people as he can to get inside. smaller than most people he knows, he’s knocked left right and centre as he makes his way forward, and then he sees her, clinging to the door as if it meant life. without thought, red robin vaults over an abandoned car and races towards her. “get inside!” he calls out, muttering ‘idiot’ under his breath. a loud crack from above startles the young robin and he dives forward, practically tackling the brunette back inside. his body clatters to the floor but he can’t pause, he scrambles to his feet again and grabs the door she had been holding a few seconds ago, tugging it shut with great difficulty. “you know,” he heaves, placing his palms atop of his thighs as he doubles over, “you’re meant to run and hide from a storm, not stare it down like a rabbit caught in headlights.”
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