[Thread] Operation: Find Out What's Wrong With Tim

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Characters: OU: Cissie King-Jones, OU: Bruce Wayne/Batman, AU: Quatre Winner
Where: An empty classroom
When: An hour after sunset, late in the third stage of the modplot, after these conversations
Summary: Tim has been acting very strangely since before the modplot, but now it's worse. The three people who have noticed it the most get together to

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Before Batman spoke, Cissie had been about to tell them that Tim hadn't been lying or hiding anything. They had known each other for years, and she knew him well enough by now to almost always be able to tell when he was hiding things or telling only half of a story. Which was part of why Bruce's story had surprised her so much--Bruce had no reason to lie about what happened, and she hadn't doubted Tim's account of things for a moment.

And then Batman spoke, and Cissie saw red. Batman was terrifying and intimidating, but Cissie didn't care. She cared about Tim. She had been a hero; she had fought a goddess, been to the planet Apokalips, watched her friends die, yelled at Superman... Back home, two of her best friends were dead, another was so angry she was unstable and Tim certainly hadn't been himself in a long time. But this--this was something different, and the implication that she wasn't trying to help him was more than enough to make her forget who she was about to snap at.

"Excuse me?" she demanded, jumping off the desk and stalking a few steps forward. "If we're not 'trying'? What do you think we're doing here? We all know something is wrong with Tim, and I thought we were trying to help him. We can't figure out what to do before we know what's wrong and if he doesn't even know what he's doing half the time, he can't help us. And whether or not you think Quatre's abilities can help, he can at least try--believe it or not, he might be able to see things even you can't. But if you--"

She cut herself off, crossing her arms defensively across her chest and looking away from both of them, taking a second to collect herself. "If you don't want to help, just tell us now and we'll figure out a way to help Tim anyway," she snapped, her voice shaking. She was not--not--going to cry.

[gonnaloveme]

((Batman is facing the wrong way for Quat to look in his eyes. However, his cowl does not have obstructions in front of his eyes so if he was you could see his dark brown, almost black irises. ^_~))

Batman paused briefly before continuing but this time he didn't bother to turn his head around as he spoke to them. "You say you're here to help him but you keep doubting there's anything wrong. You're running in circles talking like that. What's the point? If you wanted to help you'd make decisions; find out what it is then figure out the best way to fix the problem."

It probably sounded like he was preaching to them, and in a way he sort of was. They all kept telling him they knew what they were doing, that they "played the game," did all this "superhero" business, and yet none of them seemed to have the right skill sets. Or if they did they did a very good job of canceling them out with other faults.

Batman had long ago figured out why he would never be able to preform what he wanted as a child. The was no conviction. He had that now, and instead of being some "hero" he was something more. He was an ideal. If anyone ever asked him if he was a hero he would disagree. He never wanted to be that. That was not his cause.

No, Batman was not here to keep talking. "You have the facts now. It's time to make a decision. I've already made mine."

He disappeared into the shadows for real this time. "And you can't go where I can."

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"We never said we doubted anything was wrong!" Cissie shouted after him. "Damn it!" She turned and kicked the desk hard enough to make it move several inches. She would have been surprised if Batman had even stuck around long enough to hear her. She shoved her hands roughly through her hair, making a noise of frustration.

"What does he think?" she snarled. "You can't make a decision unless you know what's going on! We have a better chance of fixing this working together but he's such a--" she cut herself off with another angry snarl, lashing out at the desk again. "Does he even want to help Tim?"

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Cissie stilled when Quatre touched her, glaring at some indistinct point over his shoulder. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths, working at unlocking her jaw. When she had calmed down a bit, she exhaled slowly and nodded. "I'll talk with some of the others--Kon, Robin, Nightwing--see what they know." She paused, frowning deeply. "And he had better tell us what happens."

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[OOC: This seems like a good ending spot to me! :)]

[gonnaloveme]

((lol. It's not like it really matters. ^^))

[gonnaloveme]

((XD Well, I try not to be. Most of the time. >XD))