No longer blind

Do I look like some kind of duplicated little bastard child of your brother? T’ch. -Tim rolls his eyes, dropping his hands back down to his hips in an unimpressed stance.-

I am Timothy Jackson-Drake Al-ghul— The real Timothy. But you;

-His eyes trail up Dick’s body, cold and calculating as before.- You’re not a bad replacement either.

Al Ghul? [He’s struck speechless for a moment, watching Tim with rounded eyes.] Like, Ra’s? Are you serious?

What could have possibly fueled you to take his last name? Let alone trust him. He’s dangerous, Tim. More than dangerous.

[Dick pauses.] Replacement?

-Tim pauses for a moment, a chill running through his bones as he's forced to remember why he took the Al Ghul name, and what had happened to his family. He sucks in a shallow breath and cranes his neck to look away from Dick, and all of the memories he brings along with him.-

We're strangers, you and I. From two completely different realities-- It's a miracle in itself that we've even crossed paths like this, you know.

-A pale finger comes up to tap at his chin, thoughtful.- You're not the brother I lost, nor am I yours. You are not the bat I was sent to kill, and I am not a villain you are meant to capture.

Funny how things work out like that.

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Hmm.. How boring you’ve become.

tertiamortem replied to your post: Quiet night? Quiet night. Great.

I always expected a bit more pizzazz from you, blue bird.

… Tim?

[Dick turns, examining the boy warily. He looks like Tim, sounds like Tim, but there’s something about his body language and his dry inflections that strikes the older vigilante as odd.

Brushing it off as lack of sleep, Dick approaches him eagerly.]

Hey, kiddo. God, it’s been a while.

-Tim takes a stagnant step back, pushing Dick further out of his bubble as the man approaches. With a sniff, he tilts his nose upwards.-

Don’t touch me. -A slow sneer crawls across the boy’s face.-

I am most certainly not the Timothy you’re searching for— Though I like to think I pull it off pretty well, don’t you think? -Tim’s smile turns leacherous then, his fingers curling back around his neck to tangle between dark tufts of hair.-

[Dick falters, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as Tim side steps his hello, borderline repulsed. So his gut feeling had been correct after all. Disconcerted, he shifts back and examines him speculatively.]

… Not particularly.

So, what? You’re Tim with an attitude?

Do I look like some kind of duplicated little bastard child of your brother? T'ch. -Tim rolls his eyes, dropping his hands back down to his hips in an unimpressed stance.-

I am Timothy Jackson-Drake Al-ghul-- The real Timothy. But you;

-His eyes trail up Dick's body, cold and calculating as before.- You're not a bad replacement either.

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Hmm.. How boring you’ve become.

tertiamortem replied to your post: Quiet night? Quiet night. Great.

I always expected a bit more pizzazz from you, blue bird.

… Tim?

[Dick turns, examining the boy warily. He looks like Tim, sounds like Tim, but there’s something about his body language and his dry inflections that strikes the older vigilante as odd.

Brushing it off as lack of sleep, Dick approaches him eagerly.]

Hey, kiddo. God, it’s been a while.

#lastnameeverfirstnamefastest

-Tim takes a stagnant step back, pushing Dick further out of his bubble as the man approaches. With a sniff, he tilts his nose upwards.-

Don't touch me. -A slow sneer crawls across the boy's face.-

I am most certainly not the Timothy you're searching for-- Though I like to think I pull it off pretty well, don't you think? -Tim's smile turns leacherous then, his fingers curling back around his neck to tangle between dark tufts of hair.-

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Well, if it isn't the speediest little helper. How's your bitch doing these days? Linda, was it ?

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Charmed, I'm sure.

#redhoodjason #//thanks for the follow!

Mm.. It's been a while, hasn't it?

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tertiamortem said: Such a pity. -He murmurs against the exposed patch of skin at the top of Nightwing’s suit, his words drawing out in long, breathy drawls.- But what luck for me— I’ve been looking for someone like you.

-For an unknown reason, Jason doesn’t jerk away from the stark contrast of Tim’s warm mouth to the cold night. A moment’s pause later, he turns around to face the other male head-on. His hands settle low on Tim’s hips and give a short squeeze.- Someone like me? Are you trying to sweet talk me here? -A smile.-

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-The teen blinks, once, twice— He watches Jason’s face with an intensity he only reserved for the Bats. Slowly, a coy smile spreads across his face and he steps forward, pressing himself flush against the vigilante’s chest.- You see, Mr. Todd, I have certain needs.

And while Damian is away, I’m afraid I have no options left but to resort to you.

-Jason shouldn’t be smiling— Tim’s come on was more an insult than a flattering comment and he knows that— but it was hard to fight with the way the shorter man was pressed against him. The way Tim moved could only be described as confident and sleek, seductive. With only the slightest bit of regret plaguing Jason, he snapped and stepped forward quickly, pressing Tim against the gritty brick wall.-

Is being your second choice supposed to be a turn-on or something? Isn’t your hand pleasing enough? I’ll even give you permission to think of me, babe.

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A delighted gasp left Tim's lips as he was pushed back against the hard brick of the alley wall, his fingers instantly curling around the stiff collar of Jason's jacket and pulling the elder man closer. "I'd prefer your hand, though," he says, whispers, against Nightwing's wind bitten lips, his thigh sliding between Jason's and pressing up. "Would you really deny l'il ol' me, Mr. Todd?"

tertiamortem said: Such a pity. -He murmurs against the exposed patch of skin at the top of Nightwing’s suit, his words drawing out in long, breathy drawls.- But what luck for me— I’ve been looking for someone like you.

-For an unknown reason, Jason doesn’t jerk away from the stark contrast of Tim’s warm mouth to the cold night. A moment’s pause later, he turns around to face the other male head-on. His hands settle low on Tim’s hips and give a short squeeze.- Someone like me? Are you trying to sweet talk me here? -A smile.-

-The teen blinks, once, twice-- He watches Jason's face with an intensity he only reserved for the Bats. Slowly, a coy smile spreads across his face and he steps forward, pressing himself flush against the vigilante's chest.- You see, Mr. Todd, I have certain needs.

And while Damian is away, I'm afraid I have no options left but to resort to you.

#tertiamortem

You’d be surprised what you can find in the nooks and crannies of a forgotten city— Some real gems, on the right night. -The words are far from lecherous, but the implication is there none the less. Tim never was one for sugar coating.-

Ah, my precious counterparts. A robin, or red one, I presume. -Tim’s tone returns to the bored drawl from before.- I doubt you’ll find any affiliation between us, Ms. Romanova.

The Bats are what I’m here for.

And why are you here for them?

I'm here to kill them.

#tertiamortem

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T’ch. Seems we have an infestation.

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I can only imagine what the answer will be, but I am curious.

Just what have I done to deserve your ire?

#damianfuckingstark #((YOUR MOTHERS COUCH))

Damian is my partner, and he has deemed you unnecessary to our success. A hindrance, in fact.

By his order, you are to be dismantled and removed from this city in the most agonizing way he sees fit, as you are only a roadblock in our way.

Did that help clear things up?

-Dick pauses for a moment, then lifts his eyes back to Tim’s face and breaks into a light smile. He takes the boy’s hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze.- Hey. Will you come on a walk with me?

A walk? -Tim frowns at the thought of touring around town with his sworn enemy, regardless of the fact that he was manipulating him or not. Reputation goes far in the underground, after all.-

Why?

-Dick shrugs one shoulder, his lopsided smile looking a little misplaced under the pair of tired blue eyes—but it was genuine.- Why not?

There’s somewhere I haven’t been in a while. Come with me.

-The boy's eyes narrow a bit, distrust still embedded into his system. With a long suffering sigh that was just on the sunny side of sarcastic, he nods.-

Very well.

You’d actually vacation in this rat’s nest? -He asks with disbelief, arching a curious brow at the thought. He chuckles.- And here I mistook you for a lady with taste.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne-Alghul. -A near wince rises to the man’s face.-

Tim.

I have taste, but who comes looking for a lady of luxury in a place like this?

[Simple enough, she was running away from a few things that were troubling her. Though, she simply just ran into more problems. And here was one of them standing before her, she didn’t know whether this would be a pleasant experience or a horrible one.]

…That’s a mouthful. I know another version of you. Hence why I think you look familiar, but I’ve never seen him use the surname al Ghul.

You'd be surprised what you can find in the nooks and crannies of a forgotten city-- Some real gems, on the right night. -The words are far from lecherous, but the implication is there none the less. Tim never was one for sugar coating.-

Ah, my precious counterparts. A robin, or red one, I presume. -Tim's tone returns to the bored drawl from before.- I doubt you'll find any affiliation between us, Ms. Romanova.

The Bats are what I'm here for.

-It takes an admirable amount of effort for Tim not to roll his eyes, immediately falling into the guise of Concerned Lover, Timothy Drake with an ease only a performer could withhold. He steps closer and places a cupped palm across a wind broken cheek and smiles.- Dick.

-Dick lowers his eyes and exhales a tired ‘thanks’. He’s not sure why he asked, considering, but hearing his full name in Tim’s voice sounded strange regardless of who was actually saying it.-

Have you been alright?

I’ve been fine. -Tim’s lashes lower immediately after the words are spoken, a sigh dragging out between his lips like a long winded syllable. His fingers drop from Dick’s face as well, falling limply back to his side— cold.-

-Dick pauses for a moment, then lifts his eyes back to Tim’s face and breaks into a light smile. He takes the boy’s hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze.- Hey. Will you come on a walk with me?

#damianfuckingstark #((ew no good rpers aren't allowed here shoo shoo))

A walk? -Tim frowns at the thought of touring around town with his sworn enemy, regardless of the fact that he was manipulating him or not. Reputation goes far in the underground, after all.-

Why?

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T'ch. Seems we have an infestation.

I try not to involve myself with those that are not a threat to my mission.

-His eyes narrow just a bit at the thought of a government agent prowling around his city without his knowing, immediately more interested in the woman. If she had slipped by unnoticed by him, surely she must be well trained in the field of stealth. Anyone with a track record in Gotham is made immediately known to Tim.-

Which I’m quite certain you are not.

Your mission?

[She chuckled.] I’m here on vacation. Surprisingly enough, I actually enjoy it here, but now you have me curious.

You remind me of someone I know, mind telling me your name?

You'd actually vacation in this rat's nest? -He asks with disbelief, arching a curious brow at the thought. He chuckles.- And here I mistook you for a lady with taste.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne-Alghul. -A near wince rises to the man's face.-

Tim.

#((yeah! <3))

thecowlrestored a réagi à votre billet : There’s gotta be an easier way to contact you than combing half the city. It’s exhausting!

D’you have a phone or something? It’d be nice to check up on you without the search.

Mmm, no. If I need you, Richard, I shall seek you out. I do not need to be checked up on anymore— Regardless of Damian’s whereabouts.

I’m not talking about Damian… I just like to know that you’re okay.

-He frowns a little, voice falling to a mumble.- And it’s ‘Dick’.

-It takes an admirable amount of effort for Tim not to roll his eyes, immediately falling into the guise of Concerned Lover, Timothy Drake with an ease only a performer could withhold. He steps closer and places a cupped palm across a wind broken cheek and smiles.- Dick.

-Dick lowers his eyes and exhales a tired ‘thanks’. He’s not sure why he asked, considering, but hearing his full name in Tim’s voice sounded strange regardless of who was actually saying it.-

Have you been alright?

I've been fine. -Tim's lashes lower immediately after the words are spoken, a sigh dragging out between his lips like a long winded syllable. His fingers drop from Dick's face as well, falling limply back to his side-- cold.-

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My, aren’t you a pretty thing. -His eyes run over the smooth curves of the spy, appreciatively, inquisitive. A disinterested look quickly fills the void left by the short span of attention the redhead had gained in him and he blinks— once, twice. Boring.-

Who are you again? I don’t recall ever running into you in my city. 　

[My my, isn’t he such an asshole? Yet, she kept the comment to herself as she looked at the stranger. There was something about him that looked familiar, but she didn’t say anything about it. She would find out herself.]

Agent Romanova of SHIELD, and you should keep an eye out because I’ve been here on and off for a few weeks.