Living in every day combat, day to day, commuter riot
Who: Joker, Tim, later Seven
What: Stunning is not nearly enough of a punishment. Tim's off to beat the crap out of Joker.
When: After this thread.
Where: Zero
Shego died. Again. He hadn't been there. Again. His girlfriend had been murdered while he'd been elsewhere.
Again.
He'd left the chair in his room where he'd thrown it against the wall, and after being told in no uncertain terms that he couldn't go see Shego, Tim couldn't just sit and wait. Maybe a different person would have gone to friends for comfort, but that wasn't Tim. He couldn't turn to the people he cared about to calm him down, to work things out, not anymore.
He knew exactly where he was going when he left his room, barely taking the time to lock it when he left. He walked - almost ran - down to zero, hands in fists tight enough to turn his knuckles white. When he found the Joker's cell, he pulled out his batarang and opened the door, shutting and locking it behind him. He was being reckless, and he knew that in the back of his mind; that was why he didn't just launch himself at the clown, like he really wanted to.
What: Stunning is not nearly enough of a punishment. Tim's off to beat the crap out of Joker.
When: After this thread.
Where: Zero
Shego died. Again. He hadn't been there. Again. His girlfriend had been murdered while he'd been elsewhere.
Again.
He'd left the chair in his room where he'd thrown it against the wall, and after being told in no uncertain terms that he couldn't go see Shego, Tim couldn't just sit and wait. Maybe a different person would have gone to friends for comfort, but that wasn't Tim. He couldn't turn to the people he cared about to calm him down, to work things out, not anymore.
He knew exactly where he was going when he left his room, barely taking the time to lock it when he left. He walked - almost ran - down to zero, hands in fists tight enough to turn his knuckles white. When he found the Joker's cell, he pulled out his batarang and opened the door, shutting and locking it behind him. He was being reckless, and he knew that in the back of his mind; that was why he didn't just launch himself at the clown, like he really wanted to.