I listen to my sweetheart
WHO: Tim Drake-Wayne and Reilly-chan Clonebaby Tyne
WHERE: That place Jason was impaled :(
WHEN: Monday night, after Danny got Jason out of there and that weirdo with the hat left too.
WARNINGS: Angst, of Spider and Bat variety; possible references to gore as we fluff our forensic knowledge; idk hallucinations of zombies.
SUMMARY: Reilly was asked to go check out the crime scene by Danny, and Tim is going to look there because that's what he does, also come on it was Jason, and that stupid message. They will probably scowl at each other darkly, IN THE DARK. And since Tim is unknowlingly tripping on hallucinafeargasoxin, he will be a twitchy mess, seeing dead people and guilting himself into a corner. BUT THAT'S ACTUALLY NOT THAT UNUSUAL FOR HIM, SO HE DOESN'T REALISE HE'S DRUGGED. This is the best first impression to make on Reilly.
FORMAT: Quickypara
Tim waited a reasonable period of time before heading to the location he'd given Danny, pulled off of Jason's comm signal. He was itching to get moving the whole time, restless and unnerved by the bloody display that he knew would be even worse in person than it was on the comm's small screen. He wanted to run there and pull Jason down himself, make sure he was - well, alive. But he knew that Danny was better equipped to take care of Jason, to heal him, and that Jason might actually want him there. Tim himself would just get in the way.
Unwanted reminder...
He ignored the whisper of his subconscious and spent his waiting time going over the comm signal, the video, the audio track and all the raw data, for any clues, any small sign of who could have done this. All he was left with were the obvious things; to get anything more, he had to go to the scene itself and investigate. He couldn't wait any more.
With his superspeed, it didn't take him long to arrive, but once he was there he slowed down. He made his way in cautiously, silently, sticking to the shadows and pausing every time he thought he saw movement in the depths of them. It was nothing - just nerves, the prickling unease of worry and that unique tangle of sharp and aching emotions that Jason could pull up out of him, playing on his mind. He shook his head and moved towards the obvious smear of sticky red on one wall.
WHERE: That place Jason was impaled :(
WHEN: Monday night, after Danny got Jason out of there and that weirdo with the hat left too.
WARNINGS: Angst, of Spider and Bat variety; possible references to gore as we fluff our forensic knowledge; idk hallucinations of zombies.
SUMMARY: Reilly was asked to go check out the crime scene by Danny, and Tim is going to look there because that's what he does, also come on it was Jason, and that stupid message. They will probably scowl at each other darkly, IN THE DARK. And since Tim is unknowlingly tripping on hallucinafeargasoxin, he will be a twitchy mess, seeing dead people and guilting himself into a corner. BUT THAT'S ACTUALLY NOT THAT UNUSUAL FOR HIM, SO HE DOESN'T REALISE HE'S DRUGGED. This is the best first impression to make on Reilly.
FORMAT: Quickypara
Tim waited a reasonable period of time before heading to the location he'd given Danny, pulled off of Jason's comm signal. He was itching to get moving the whole time, restless and unnerved by the bloody display that he knew would be even worse in person than it was on the comm's small screen. He wanted to run there and pull Jason down himself, make sure he was - well, alive. But he knew that Danny was better equipped to take care of Jason, to heal him, and that Jason might actually want him there. Tim himself would just get in the way.
Unwanted reminder...
He ignored the whisper of his subconscious and spent his waiting time going over the comm signal, the video, the audio track and all the raw data, for any clues, any small sign of who could have done this. All he was left with were the obvious things; to get anything more, he had to go to the scene itself and investigate. He couldn't wait any more.
With his superspeed, it didn't take him long to arrive, but once he was there he slowed down. He made his way in cautiously, silently, sticking to the shadows and pausing every time he thought he saw movement in the depths of them. It was nothing - just nerves, the prickling unease of worry and that unique tangle of sharp and aching emotions that Jason could pull up out of him, playing on his mind. He shook his head and moved towards the obvious smear of sticky red on one wall.