[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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[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))