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@zipkick → tim.
❝ i won’t be in gotham for long. ❞
the archer seems a little on edge, but most of all he seems on guard. he knows he’s encroaching on hero territory that’s not quite his, but he had to do what he had to do. ❝ i followed eddie fyers here. once i connect with him, i’ll be gone. ❞
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Can you hear the sizzling? Hadn't had fajitas in forever! Celebrating July bday with my sister and our family. #bdaymonth #fajitas #sizzlesunday #zipkick #bestfoodaustin #bestfoodfeed #bastrop (at El Nuevo Mexico)
I did try to warn you.
𝕿here were moments where Terry’s lack of training in a group really came to a head. As Batman in Neo-Gotham he was pretty much just solo, picking up help here and there but he was a solo run. Mattie had been officially benched from the Robin position after a few nasty run-ins with The Joker for his safety, Batwoman was off in Bludhaven helping her father. So where did that leave Terry? Solo. No Bruce in his ear. No Dana or Max, and even Beam hadn’t been around nearly as often after all the shit went down with Lumos and the Court. With Terry being zapped through whatever fuckass portal Chronos had created it left him with a group of people hellbent on pretty much never running off alone if it could be helped. Recently he had been slowly acclimating to the idea of running through patrol in pairs, especially since this city lacked a Batman of its own. Or it did anyways … another odd thing to think about, didn’t quite seem possible. In his own timeline Bruce died of natural causes, old age and the heart problems he accumulated as a result taking him out. But here? He never got a straight answer, always a cryptic little puzzle that left him more perplexed. In the end it was truly whatever, especially right now when he really needed to be focusing on the task at hand. Something hot and way too similar to some fuck-ass laser had shot him in the chest, his suit managing to take the brunt of the blow but still sending Terry reeling. His back had smacked into a far wall, concrete cracking from the impact as Tim rattled off in his ear about the warning he gave. ❝ Okay fine, you were right Robin. Happy? ❞ Terry hissed through their comms line, sharp claws digging into the ground as he quickly took cover.
A gigantic laser as a form of defense had not been expected for Terry given the year, but Tim had warned him. Told him twice that the defense system for this particular compound was aggressive. Had Terry listened? Well … he certainly heard the words that came out of the man's mouth, but that didn’t mean he absorbed them all that much. However he really should start taking shit more seriously if there’s going to be a damn heat seeking laser that will shoot at him the second he comes into line of sight. ❝ Can we calculate how long it takes to charge up before shooting? If one of us can distract the thing we can shut it off and get to the door. ❞ The translation was basically I will be bait and jump in front of the big angry gun since my suit can take it if you can figure the rest out. They hadn’t known one another long, maybe just a few months at the absolute most, but Terry would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that Tim was probably one of the smartest men he’s ever met. The kid was quick witted, beyond sharp and incredibly fast on his feet. He thought twelve moves ahead constantly ⸻ and reminded Terry so much of the Batman of his era. Of the Bruce Wayne that had seen anything and everything, knowing how things were seemingly going to end before they even began. It was just as terrifying as it was impressive. As Terry slides to a stop behind an upturned piece of concrete he presses his back against the cool stone, a hand brushing off some soot from the front of his suit. His head tilted a bit to peer ever so slightly around the edge, the specs behind his mask zooming in to anything that might remotely look like a panel.
It takes a moment, but his eyes widen when he finally spots it. ❝ There’s a metal sheet, maybe eight by fourteen, bottom right hand side if you’re facing the bitch ⸻ that might be it. ❞ Truly there’s no way to know for sure, but hey … where would the fun be in knowing the answer immediately anyways?
@zipkick : well, what's particularly bad for business is dying.
one particular sore spot when it came to protecting was watching parts of that same city crumble between gloved fingers. present to provide a clean sweep or investigate any malice or not; witnessing beloved every day locations turn into dust never failed to place a wedge in his heart. especially when it came to spots no one else really knew about; they always seemed to have the best of the best regardless of traction.
" y'don't say. " the spider let out a weighted sigh, crouching to pick up a piece of debris among many scattered across the road. he could thank whomever was watching that what happened here took place after hours- though the impending heartbreak of already down on their luck owner only made him feel worse. " i came here every friday- their bogo on six inch subs were hard to beat. " another huff and a straightening of the legs, he thumbed at tattered signage in his hands. font no longer as vibrant. saddened, deflated expression sat behind the mask. " looks like today's special's about to be a good ol' knuckle sandwich instead. "
cassie knows she looks like a character from a slasher flick; she's covered in monster guts and blood that's already matting onto her tanned skin. the dried blood makes her lightning-blue eyes stand out even more than usual, a big, fat warning sign to those who would try to challenge her. the monster attacks on new york city are becoming more frequent, each fight more difficult than the last. this one in particular⸺a relative of the kraken?⸺was frustrating as it was exhilarating (which is concerning in its own right).
she's vaguely aware of the fact that her sword is trembling, her roughened palm squeezing the pommel of the weapon tightly. it's the adrenaline, she tells herself. she's in survival mode still, and coming down from the high.
trying to regulate her breathing, cassie takes in her surroundings. the roof she's hovering over looks like a fucked up finger-painting, the only parts not covered in violence are where she and tim had been standing. speaking of tim... cassie took the brunt of the viscera, but tim isn't much better. she watches as he nudges a lump of flesh off the ledge before looking up at her. cassie's moved without thinking, closer to him than before.
❝ sorry, thought i would've taken it all. ❞
her voice is raspier than she expected as she gestures to their general area. the innuendo isn't lost on her. it's the adrenaline, she repeats. except this adrenaline feels different; this feels very much i'm about to do something dumb and stay up all night thinking about it afterwards. cassie can't meet his eyes, but she also can't not look at him. there is something alluring about her best friend after a battle and covered in blood.
⸺GODS, she's a weirdo, isn't she? her best friend kicks ass, and she wants to make out with him because he kicks ass.
❝ sorry. ❞
it's all she can say before she takes him by the back of his neck and crushes their mouths together. there is no cliff to be jumped, no great risk to be taken; it feels like coming home after a long day. she looks like a fucking wreck (let's be honest, though, when doesn't she?) and she's clumsy in her kiss. cassie knows the general idea of kissing, having watched a ton of romcoms with cissie and greta, and she's doing terrible oh aphrodite help her!
the panic sets in, replacing the adrenaline, as cassie very much realizes that she may have fucked up her relationship with tim. (and she couldn't even give him a good kiss while doing it? embarrassing.) she pulls away, expression doing its best impression of a deer right before it's hit by a car.
❝ i gotta go. i can hear my mom calling me. ❞
and with that, she's gone, leaving tim to handle the aftermath.
an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a roof top. @zipkick
[ 08. ] sender pushes receiver into a wall & pins them there.
❝ you son of a — ❞ the curse word part of that sentence is cut off by his back hitting the wall abruptly, knocking the breath out of Bart .
his lips pull into a frown, but his eyes are transfixed . a bit MIFFED that as always, Tim managed to wrestle control from him despite his resistance . Bart’s smart mouth turned training into scrapping, egging the other on until he DID something about it .
he kinda always liked that about Tim, though . ❝ so … either you’re gonna kick my ass, or … ❞ he smiles impishly . ❝ seriously . or ? ❞
❝ you can’t just say no, i’m your favorite brother! ❞
@zipkick, 🩵
