Target Practice
Who: Tim and Alba
Where: The Park
When: January 11th, after class
What: It's all in the reflexes....
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, Incomplete
"See that branch up there? Now watch, it's as much in your arm as your wrist." Smirking, Timothy Drake unfolded the wing of his batarang, dark eyes narrowing as his right arm curled in and his waist twisted. "Ha!" like a sapling his body swung back to it's original position and the thin black projectile cut through the air in an arch, cutting though a branch about twenty feet over their heads, causing a cold cascade of snow right in front of them. "The trick is to keep your wist relaxed. If you're too tense, it won't go where you want it to." Turning to the girl at his side, Tim stepped back to give her a little room. It had been his first day of school and now that it was over, he wanted to goof off as much as he could without feeling guilty. Even without Bruce there he still felt obligated to do well, as much as it annoyed him. Even in social studies....
"Aim at something close to start, and that'll be your benchmark to beat." He suggested. They'd been out in the snow for a while now, but unlike the last time, Tim didn't feel the cold as much, maybe it was the fact that he finally felt productive, or that he'd spent so long in an over-warm class room, he wasn't sure. Either way, he was curious to see how fast Alba would pick up on the batarang and that was far, far more important than the weather...
Where: The Park
When: January 11th, after class
What: It's all in the reflexes....
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, Incomplete
"See that branch up there? Now watch, it's as much in your arm as your wrist." Smirking, Timothy Drake unfolded the wing of his batarang, dark eyes narrowing as his right arm curled in and his waist twisted. "Ha!" like a sapling his body swung back to it's original position and the thin black projectile cut through the air in an arch, cutting though a branch about twenty feet over their heads, causing a cold cascade of snow right in front of them. "The trick is to keep your wist relaxed. If you're too tense, it won't go where you want it to." Turning to the girl at his side, Tim stepped back to give her a little room. It had been his first day of school and now that it was over, he wanted to goof off as much as he could without feeling guilty. Even without Bruce there he still felt obligated to do well, as much as it annoyed him. Even in social studies....
"Aim at something close to start, and that'll be your benchmark to beat." He suggested. They'd been out in the snow for a while now, but unlike the last time, Tim didn't feel the cold as much, maybe it was the fact that he finally felt productive, or that he'd spent so long in an over-warm class room, he wasn't sure. Either way, he was curious to see how fast Alba would pick up on the batarang and that was far, far more important than the weather...