My own path.

PRE/NEW 52 RED ROBIN. Leader of the Teen titans. Written by someone who doesn't have a cool alias. PLEASE READ THE RULES BEFORE INTERACTING.

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Sorry for the absence everyone ! I’m here and I’m ready to plot / thread if anyone wants to.

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steph,

      There was that moment of physical closeness, but what seemed more tangible was the thick nostalgia, the tension in that second of remembrance of a time when this wasn’t uncomfortable. When this was normal both in and out of costume. Clearing her throat, though, Stephanie, too, slid backwards a couple of inches. Cornflower eyes couldn’t help but look at Tim’s shoulder, stomach twisting at the sight of the cut, the blood.

      “—This is definitely not good.” Ah, the obvious response. “Do we go after them or get away?” They didn’t even know how many there were, who they were, or if they were sent to target the two Bats. “What if they’re here to get us?”

❝  gee Steph, I don’t know ---  ❞  the sarcasm practically oozes over his words, dripping on to his gestures as the teenager used the down time to assess the situation, glancing over their cover as the sound of footsteps drew closer. Theres three of them --- no, four, one is trying to use the shadows as cover.  

Looking back at the blonde, Tim catches himself as he teeters on the edge of making himself look like even more of a jerk. Concealed azure orbs soften, pursed lips now melting into a softer smile. Ninja’s were the least of his worries if Steph was going to get mad.

❝  --- I usually rate a night that starts with a shuriken to the shoulder as a strong seven out of ten. ❞

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jason,

really now.

though he supposes he hasn’t really given them much choice when it comes to suspecting otherwise, but really. it wouldn’t hurt to give the benefit of the doubt just once ( though it may damage a rather delicate moral code in the end he supposes ).

he hardly gives tim so much as a passing glance, his gaze fixated on the teen shaking at his feet; more than likely for reasons other than just fear, given his rap sheet. he’s practically ignoring tim at this point to be honest, squatting down in front of the terrified youth. there’s an almost obvious disappointment in the way he holds himself, but to most it probably seem… uncharacteristically careful, in his approach.

     ‘   if you aren’t clean th’ next time i see you,         juvy’s gonna be the least of your worries.                                             you got me ?   ’

there’s a hasty nod and a scrambling of feet and the kid’s gone ( he makes a mental note to do something about the drugs in this corner of town, and set something up for the kids here ). he gets to his feet.

     ‘   —- really thought i was gonna shoot a kid?         gimme some credit, wonder brat.   ’

The sound of gravel as it’s kicked up and sprayed in to the night air echoed around them, the fleeting teenager vanishing beneath the shadows of the city and burying himself within her dark embrace. 

Tim had cornered the boy on a number of occasions, offering help and a way out of death's narcotic maw. But it looked like the lectures just weren’t cutting it. So maybe a scare from the resident boogeyman was going to do it. Not that Robin would say it out loud.

❝ No, but the fact that you believed it makes me think that I picked up the wrong profession,  ❞ he cups an ear with a hand, as if listening to something in the distance.  ❝  I think I hear an oscar calling for me.  ❞

Joking in a situation like this meant one of two things. Either Tim was trying to break the ice or that he had no idea what he was doing, ( take a guess as to which one it was ) was there even a way to prepare for this kind of situation? He didn’t recall ever seeing Oracle’s fighting simulator have a setting for handling estranged predecessors. Let alone ones who armed themselves like Solid Snake.

                 --- awkward.

[wnq-writers]

She’s my cup of tea but she carries the scent of coffee, she’s confusing in the most delicate and dangerous of ways.

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On sale: one heart, a few laughs, and whatever’s left.

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[redrcbn-blog]

not all character development exists to make someone a better person.

people turn into assholes, too. they become more  manipulative, arrogant, clingy, irritated… complex.

and that’s okay, that’s important. explore that.

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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90superboy:

“Hey, I’m workin on it, okay? In the meantime—-as your best friend, it’s my job to tease you until you get some action.”

❝ I’m not sure if this is the part where we’re meant to hug or bump fists. ❞

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impcstor replied to your post

“I could wrap you up like a burrito.”

❝  ...  ❞

sigh.

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“Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” B)

Bad pickup lines [ meme - accepting ]

❝ huh-- oh-- funny -- great guess too. ❞

Casually pulled a banana out of his jacket pocket.

❝ Thanks for reminding me, Alfred had me pocket something from the breakfast table to eat since I skipped. ❞

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“— That explains why it fits like a crop top.”

❝ Calling it a crop top is pushing it -- do you want the hot pants to go with it, Christina? ❞

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“Feel my shirt. You know what it’s made of? Brand name material. Unlike some of us here. Oh, shit, I fucked up the line, didn't I. Damn. Oh well.”

Bad pickup lines [ meme - accepting ]

Wait a second.

❝ – that’s my shirt. ❞

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“Do you like KFC? Because you’re finger lickin’ good.”

Bad pickup lines [ meme - accepting ]

❝ I’m more of a Chipotle guy. ❞

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"You took advantage of my feelings for you." (( casually points to our one AU...... Hmmmmmmmm ))

Take my heart and eat it.  [ angst meme  - accepting ]

❝ Of course I did – ❞ what use is a pawn that you can’t control? ‘If you don’t control all of the pieces on the board, then you’ve already lost. It’s a simple rule of thumb to those of us who wish to play the winning hand.’  

There’s a flashback, a mental image developing over the canvas of his mind, alone they sat beside a fire, the flames licking enthusiastically at the coals that kept it alive.  ❝ Are you prepared to sacrifice a Knight in order to protect your Queen, Young Detective? ❞ it may have seemed like an idle question of chess to any outsider, but Ra’s gaze was testing, peeling back layers of the teenagers addled mind as aged fingers lingered over the sculpted ivory piece, nursing it as if it were a representation of his newest pawn.

 ❝ You underestimate how much I’m willing to sacrifice in order to win, ❞ the tables are turned, the Queen clad in black moving ahead to claim victory over the pale pieces with a victorious silence passing between the two. A soft ‘hnn’ leaving Ra’s as he sits back, a flicker of amusement passing over his eyes with the sheen of light.

And now here he stood, amidst a field of faded memories and wilted ties.  ❝ Honestly Stephanie – a few fake tears and a blubber of your name and you were so… malleable – pathetic, truly. ❞

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daggerpen:

There we are! God, I’ve been looking for this scan all fucking night.

I actually really like Tim and Cassandra interactions. She is a bit of a mystery to Tim. Stephanie is such a bright ball of energy while Tim is witty but generally kind of a social dork. Stephanie is an opposite to Tim’s more generally introvert attitude. Cass is the almost complete opposite to Stephanie. Where Steph is a jump in ask questions later type of girl, Cass is the silent watcher. She and Tim are similar in that regard. They are planners. Tim was Batman’s protege first, but Cass comes in and instantly is pretty much up to par. Tim is used to Steph’s brazenness, but now there is Cass with her smoldering passion. I don’t mean that in a sexual way, but in an attitude way. Cass fights for good because she chose to. She was inspired by the Batman; much like Tim was. I think that’s why I find their friendship so endearing. These two are so similar and it throws Tim off a bit. He once was the lonely outsider kid; but here comes another lonely outsider. Both are pretty hesitant to form a friendship at first, but eventually they are really there for each other in some of each other’s darkest moments. (see Red Robin or Teen Titans for further evidence)

[timaltman]

the fact that tim canonically refers to himself as “timmy” brings warm fuzzies to my smol nerd heart tbh

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catgirl,

redrcbn gets a damned starter tossed at them

      “Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite little birdie.”

   The practical purr came from the corner of the rooftop, where the girl had been sitting silently in wait for Robin to appear. After all, she’d recently become fascinated with him and his acts of vigilance with Batman, finding time to poke and prod at him whenever possible. Hopping off the ledge, she bounced her way over to him. “Did ya miss me? Haven’t seen you around in days. Where do you hop off to on the weekends? Some super sneaky Bat covert operations? Are you working on becoming an international spy? Do tell, because I’m free to help any time.”

Before he’s even given time to roost and a chance to offer the remnants of his lunch to the locals there’s a disturbance amongst his usual avian crowd, the city pigeons fluttering away from their spot on the roof, unhappy with the eggplant and obsidian intrusion that had cut their dinner time short.

❝ I’m more of a dog person, myself. ❞ Catgirl, a constant thorn in his side. She was something caught between being a vigilante and a villain, her loyalties were concealed behind a facade of innuendos, confidence, and not to mention a rather tight suit.

The practical purr that coats each word was like an invisible finger that ghosts over the segments of his spine. Chilling the boy with a type of cold that stuck to his skin, reminding him of how this should not be happening. They shouldn’t be happening. 

Straightening up as if to avoid such a touch, Robin looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowing by a fraction as they fell upon the older teenager.  ❝ I hate to break it to you, but BATGIRL has that covered. If we ever need a thief with a conscience, I’ll be sure to recommend you. ❞ No he won’t.