Hello Darkness My Old Friend....
Who: Tim Drake, The Doctor and eventually Alba
Where: About town
When: After school, Friday, February 5th
What: Listless and brooding, no better time to be on patrol
Rating: PG?
Status: Closed
Another Friday and Tim Drake found himself brooding, crouching on the chilly corner of the roof of the Five Seasons Hotel, freezing wind tossing his already messy black hair in several directions at once. His mind stirred restlessly as narrow dark eyes scanned the streets below. Part of him was wondering how, after doing everything she did, how Zatanna could trust people the way she did. Another part of him wondered if it wasn't a side effect of being here...reaching out to anything familiar.
'Isn't that why you trust her, Mr. Double Standard?'
The thought was a succinct and nearly humbling one; but not humbling enough--when it really came down to it, Tim realized, you could take the kid off the street but it took so much more to take the street out of the kid, and the old instincts were telling him not to trust anyone new until they proved themselves one way or another. No one got a free pass, especially if they were an adult.
"I need to get down from here before I'm frozen in place." Tim mumbled, reaching down into his utility belt to his grapple gun. With a confident grit to his teeth, he narrowed his eyes across the way to the courthouse. He'd considered for a while breaking in and reading up on the legal history of certain citizens of Aternaville, if just because it would be quicker and less painful than trying to get through the receptionist at the police station. He hadn't been there since the day after he arrived and the woman still have him the creeps. Or just....slipping into the police department once everyone left. Either way, if he wasn't productive he'd end up literally climbing the walls for lack of anything better to do. With a shrug, Tim turned his gaze back to sweeping the sparsely crowded street and beamed: Alba was walking down the road the bakery to meet him. With a soft, mischievous chuckle, he reached for the grapple gun at his waist, aimed, and swung deftly across the street and down, short cape fluttering. Balancing atop the nearest streetlamp, he dropped down with a soft thump to her side.
"Hey, you made it!"
Where: About town
When: After school, Friday, February 5th
What: Listless and brooding, no better time to be on patrol
Rating: PG?
Status: Closed
Another Friday and Tim Drake found himself brooding, crouching on the chilly corner of the roof of the Five Seasons Hotel, freezing wind tossing his already messy black hair in several directions at once. His mind stirred restlessly as narrow dark eyes scanned the streets below. Part of him was wondering how, after doing everything she did, how Zatanna could trust people the way she did. Another part of him wondered if it wasn't a side effect of being here...reaching out to anything familiar.
'Isn't that why you trust her, Mr. Double Standard?'
The thought was a succinct and nearly humbling one; but not humbling enough--when it really came down to it, Tim realized, you could take the kid off the street but it took so much more to take the street out of the kid, and the old instincts were telling him not to trust anyone new until they proved themselves one way or another. No one got a free pass, especially if they were an adult.
"I need to get down from here before I'm frozen in place." Tim mumbled, reaching down into his utility belt to his grapple gun. With a confident grit to his teeth, he narrowed his eyes across the way to the courthouse. He'd considered for a while breaking in and reading up on the legal history of certain citizens of Aternaville, if just because it would be quicker and less painful than trying to get through the receptionist at the police station. He hadn't been there since the day after he arrived and the woman still have him the creeps. Or just....slipping into the police department once everyone left. Either way, if he wasn't productive he'd end up literally climbing the walls for lack of anything better to do. With a shrug, Tim turned his gaze back to sweeping the sparsely crowded street and beamed: Alba was walking down the road the bakery to meet him. With a soft, mischievous chuckle, he reached for the grapple gun at his waist, aimed, and swung deftly across the street and down, short cape fluttering. Balancing atop the nearest streetlamp, he dropped down with a soft thump to her side.
"Hey, you made it!"