RP Log: DCAU Timmy's Intro
Mun's Note: To make things easier to follow, Bruce is Grey, Tim is Red and DCAU Timmy is Yellow. Please let me know if the colours are difficult to read.
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Bruce feels good, better then he has in a long time. Being back in the suit is cathartic in its own right. Dick had wanted him to patrol with someone. Which he'd agreed to, but then tried to arrange being ready when no one was around. That hadn't worked out quite as planned, given that Red Robin is following him. Hn.
Tim catches up to him, giving him a quick grin as he does. "You weren't thinking about trying to ditch me, were you?"
"It. Did cross my mind," he admits as he perches on a gargoyle, surveying his city.
"I think I'm hurt." He gives him a wry look. "Deeply hurt."
Bruce's lips twitch ever so slightly.
Tim laughs quietly. "Okay, maybe not." He nods out at the city. "What are we looking at?"
"Everything." He glances at Tim. "Do you go by 'Red'?"
Tim nods a little. "That'll work." He grins over at him. "I guess Red Robin is a little cumbersome."
"A bit. But. You wear it well," he comments, looking the young man over.
"Thanks." He grimaces slightly. "The cowl took a little getting used to."
Bruce nods at that. "How is your peripheral?"
"Not as bad as I thought it would be," he admits. "I still miss the domino sometimes, but it's not bad. Alfred helped me with it."
Another twitch of the lips: but not in a smile. He nods. "I'm. Sorry that I left you alone so long." And he is. He should have been there for his family. He knows that Alfred would have taken care of them. And that Tim and Dick are both very competent young men and crime fighters in their own right. But he should have been there.
"We did all right," he says with a slight smile. "And you really did need time to recover. It's nice to have you back, though."
The Bat frowns. "I shouldn't have been caught flat footed like that in the first place. I should have done better."
"No one's perfect," Tim tells him, raising an eyebrow under the cowl. "Not even you."
That gets a frown. Because he knows it's true but it's not something he likes to admit. In fact, it's something he's worked to ignore for much of his life.
"And the important thing is that you're okay now."
Another nod. "Yet both you and. Your older brother. Don't want me out here alone," he observes.
"It's your first night back after more than a year gone. We think you need backup for a bit. You'd do the same for any of us," he points out.
"Hn." He looks way. "Fine. Let’s head for R61." The Bat doesn't wait for a reply. He shoots a line and is swinging away.
Tim laughs a little as he follows. Some things never change.
It's actually a reasonably uneventful patrol, all things considered. A couple of muggings. A group of would-be gay bashers that were easily scared away from their target. One corner store robbery foiled. It's not really enough and makes him wonder what disaster awaits them as one surely has to be in the works when the city is this quiet.
The Bat swings up to the R-point with a frown.
Robin is... a little confused. He's not sure what's going on, but he's pretty sure he's not in Kansas anymore. It's still Gotham, as far as he can tell, but there are buildings here that aren't in the Gotham he knows, and some of the ones he does know aren't here at all. He paces the roof, frowning down at the street.
Batman lands on the roof and catches sight of motion that shouldn't be there. He drops to a crouch in the shadows and watches.
Tim frowns and falls back when he sees Bruce's caution. His eyes narrow a little when he sees the figure. Someone that shouldn't be there.
Robin looks at the buildings around the one whose roof he's standing on. These ones, at least, look familiar. But his comm is completely dead. No one's answered him since he wound up... wherever he is. "Come on, Batman," he mutters. "Where are you?"
"Right here," the Bat growls as he'd walked up soundlessly to stand behind the small figure. "Who are you?"
Robin whirls. "What--who are you?" Because that costume is definitely... not right.
Tim moves to stand next to Bruce, frowning at the kid in... what looks like his old costume, except with short sleeves. Huh.
"Batman. And you are?" comes another growl as he looms over the boy.
Robin takes a step back, eyeing him warily. "You're not the Batman I know," he says, frowning.
"Obviously. Since I have no idea who you are."
"Robin," he says shortly. There's no way he's telling these strangers who he is beyond that. "And since when does Batman patrol with Doc Mid-nite?"
Tim sighs. "Red Robin," he corrects wearily.
Bruce's lips twitch EVER so slightly. But no, this is serious. "Hold still." He pulls out a pocket reader. After meeting Mar'i it just seems sensible to be able to scan for temporal displacement effects.
Robin eyes him narrowly. "What's that?"
"Temporal anomaly scanner," is the clipped response as he moves closer, holding the gadget out towards him.
If this doesn't get anything off the boy, they will look at genetic avenues. The kid does look like Tim. If smaller.
"Temporal?" he asks. "Like, this is the future?" He looks around curiously. It would explain a lot of things...
"That's yet to be determined little... Robin," Tim says, raising an eyebrow. He glances over at Bruce.
"Maybe. Comparatively speaking. But this isn't your world," he says, scowling at the read out. Bruce isn't sure if he likes this answer better then idea of the kid being some kind of clone. He passes the scanner to Red Robin to double check. For his part, the Bat is regarding the boy coolly. "Tell me the last thing you remember."
Tim grimaces when he looks at it. Alternate universes are always so fun...
Robin looks between the two of them. He's not sure what their little device is telling them, but whatever it is, the Doc, Mid-nite rip-of doesn't seem to happy. "What do you mean, the last thing I remember?" he asks with a frown. "I don't have any memory gaps."
"Before things started looking. Different," the Bat coaxes.
Robin shrugs a little. "Patrol. Which was pretty ordinary unless you could the lightning storm. Unusual weather for November in Gotham, but..." he shrugs again. "Weirder things have happened."
The bat nods. "Can you find the Cave from here?"
"Probably. If it's still in the same place."
"Fine. I'll call the car, you give directions." If the boy knows where the Cave is, then there won't be any point in taking him elsewhere.
Robin gives him a deeply skeptical look. "My Batman always says never take a ride from a stranger."
Tim bites down on a laugh. Cute.
There is a cold look from under the cowl. "It's that, or I knock you out. Your call."
He folds his arms across his chest. "How do I know you're not just trying to get me to tell you where it is?"
"Like I said. I can knock you out."
"I don't like that option either."
Tim rubs at his forehead. "We should have a protocol for something like this," he mutters. "How about you make your way, and we make ours. If you actually manage to meet us there, then we know we can trust each other."
"If he's on foot, that will take some time," Bruce points out. And yes they really DO need a protocol if this is going to be a regular occurrence. Did Clark break the universe while Bruce was indisposed?
"I know, but..." he glances over at the kid. "Somehow I think knocking him out isn't going to be the best way to gain his trust."
Robin snorts. "Damn right," he mutters.
"Think he can manage your bike?"
Tim shoots Bruce a dark look. That bike is his baby. Cissie sometimes refers to it as the other woman. "...Probably," he says grudgingly.
Robin's eyes light up. "Really?"
Bruce catches the glare and the lips are twitching once more. He seems to be finding more joy in little things since his return. "It's a reasonable compromise. I doubt he could reach the peddles on the batmobile."
Tim grumbles. "If anything happens to my bike, I'm going to be seriously ticked," he mutters. "Fine."
Robin just contains the urge to shout with glee.
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Bruce feels good, better then he has in a long time. Being back in the suit is cathartic in its own right. Dick had wanted him to patrol with someone. Which he'd agreed to, but then tried to arrange being ready when no one was around. That hadn't worked out quite as planned, given that Red Robin is following him. Hn.
Tim catches up to him, giving him a quick grin as he does. "You weren't thinking about trying to ditch me, were you?"
"It. Did cross my mind," he admits as he perches on a gargoyle, surveying his city.
"I think I'm hurt." He gives him a wry look. "Deeply hurt."
Bruce's lips twitch ever so slightly.
Tim laughs quietly. "Okay, maybe not." He nods out at the city. "What are we looking at?"
"Everything." He glances at Tim. "Do you go by 'Red'?"
Tim nods a little. "That'll work." He grins over at him. "I guess Red Robin is a little cumbersome."
"A bit. But. You wear it well," he comments, looking the young man over.
"Thanks." He grimaces slightly. "The cowl took a little getting used to."
Bruce nods at that. "How is your peripheral?"
"Not as bad as I thought it would be," he admits. "I still miss the domino sometimes, but it's not bad. Alfred helped me with it."
Another twitch of the lips: but not in a smile. He nods. "I'm. Sorry that I left you alone so long." And he is. He should have been there for his family. He knows that Alfred would have taken care of them. And that Tim and Dick are both very competent young men and crime fighters in their own right. But he should have been there.
"We did all right," he says with a slight smile. "And you really did need time to recover. It's nice to have you back, though."
The Bat frowns. "I shouldn't have been caught flat footed like that in the first place. I should have done better."
"No one's perfect," Tim tells him, raising an eyebrow under the cowl. "Not even you."
That gets a frown. Because he knows it's true but it's not something he likes to admit. In fact, it's something he's worked to ignore for much of his life.
"And the important thing is that you're okay now."
Another nod. "Yet both you and. Your older brother. Don't want me out here alone," he observes.
"It's your first night back after more than a year gone. We think you need backup for a bit. You'd do the same for any of us," he points out.
"Hn." He looks way. "Fine. Let’s head for R61." The Bat doesn't wait for a reply. He shoots a line and is swinging away.
Tim laughs a little as he follows. Some things never change.
It's actually a reasonably uneventful patrol, all things considered. A couple of muggings. A group of would-be gay bashers that were easily scared away from their target. One corner store robbery foiled. It's not really enough and makes him wonder what disaster awaits them as one surely has to be in the works when the city is this quiet.
The Bat swings up to the R-point with a frown.
Robin is... a little confused. He's not sure what's going on, but he's pretty sure he's not in Kansas anymore. It's still Gotham, as far as he can tell, but there are buildings here that aren't in the Gotham he knows, and some of the ones he does know aren't here at all. He paces the roof, frowning down at the street.
Batman lands on the roof and catches sight of motion that shouldn't be there. He drops to a crouch in the shadows and watches.
Tim frowns and falls back when he sees Bruce's caution. His eyes narrow a little when he sees the figure. Someone that shouldn't be there.
Robin looks at the buildings around the one whose roof he's standing on. These ones, at least, look familiar. But his comm is completely dead. No one's answered him since he wound up... wherever he is. "Come on, Batman," he mutters. "Where are you?"
"Right here," the Bat growls as he'd walked up soundlessly to stand behind the small figure. "Who are you?"
Robin whirls. "What--who are you?" Because that costume is definitely... not right.
Tim moves to stand next to Bruce, frowning at the kid in... what looks like his old costume, except with short sleeves. Huh.
"Batman. And you are?" comes another growl as he looms over the boy.
Robin takes a step back, eyeing him warily. "You're not the Batman I know," he says, frowning.
"Obviously. Since I have no idea who you are."
"Robin," he says shortly. There's no way he's telling these strangers who he is beyond that. "And since when does Batman patrol with Doc Mid-nite?"
Tim sighs. "Red Robin," he corrects wearily.
Bruce's lips twitch EVER so slightly. But no, this is serious. "Hold still." He pulls out a pocket reader. After meeting Mar'i it just seems sensible to be able to scan for temporal displacement effects.
Robin eyes him narrowly. "What's that?"
"Temporal anomaly scanner," is the clipped response as he moves closer, holding the gadget out towards him.
If this doesn't get anything off the boy, they will look at genetic avenues. The kid does look like Tim. If smaller.
"Temporal?" he asks. "Like, this is the future?" He looks around curiously. It would explain a lot of things...
"That's yet to be determined little... Robin," Tim says, raising an eyebrow. He glances over at Bruce.
"Maybe. Comparatively speaking. But this isn't your world," he says, scowling at the read out. Bruce isn't sure if he likes this answer better then idea of the kid being some kind of clone. He passes the scanner to Red Robin to double check. For his part, the Bat is regarding the boy coolly. "Tell me the last thing you remember."
Tim grimaces when he looks at it. Alternate universes are always so fun...
Robin looks between the two of them. He's not sure what their little device is telling them, but whatever it is, the Doc, Mid-nite rip-of doesn't seem to happy. "What do you mean, the last thing I remember?" he asks with a frown. "I don't have any memory gaps."
"Before things started looking. Different," the Bat coaxes.
Robin shrugs a little. "Patrol. Which was pretty ordinary unless you could the lightning storm. Unusual weather for November in Gotham, but..." he shrugs again. "Weirder things have happened."
The bat nods. "Can you find the Cave from here?"
"Probably. If it's still in the same place."
"Fine. I'll call the car, you give directions." If the boy knows where the Cave is, then there won't be any point in taking him elsewhere.
Robin gives him a deeply skeptical look. "My Batman always says never take a ride from a stranger."
Tim bites down on a laugh. Cute.
There is a cold look from under the cowl. "It's that, or I knock you out. Your call."
He folds his arms across his chest. "How do I know you're not just trying to get me to tell you where it is?"
"Like I said. I can knock you out."
"I don't like that option either."
Tim rubs at his forehead. "We should have a protocol for something like this," he mutters. "How about you make your way, and we make ours. If you actually manage to meet us there, then we know we can trust each other."
"If he's on foot, that will take some time," Bruce points out. And yes they really DO need a protocol if this is going to be a regular occurrence. Did Clark break the universe while Bruce was indisposed?
"I know, but..." he glances over at the kid. "Somehow I think knocking him out isn't going to be the best way to gain his trust."
Robin snorts. "Damn right," he mutters.
"Think he can manage your bike?"
Tim shoots Bruce a dark look. That bike is his baby. Cissie sometimes refers to it as the other woman. "...Probably," he says grudgingly.
Robin's eyes light up. "Really?"
Bruce catches the glare and the lips are twitching once more. He seems to be finding more joy in little things since his return. "It's a reasonable compromise. I doubt he could reach the peddles on the batmobile."
Tim grumbles. "If anything happens to my bike, I'm going to be seriously ticked," he mutters. "Fine."
Robin just contains the urge to shout with glee.