Dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight

[peektuttut]

Who: Tim and OPEN
What: Tim's being a creep, creepering around the barge, you know.
When: Throughout the flood.
Where: All over!
Notes: Just like with the Olive log, instead of setting set times and places, it's your choice! Tim's going to be all over, so tag in where and whenever you want them to meet.

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Sunday, before the end of the flood

[terminates]

[He's ignored the dramatics and fanfare, leaving it to others to whine and protest about consequences of the flood. To him, it's just more drama -- something that will pass, as most Barge-related things do.

Except he's been getting restless. He's always been a man of action, and doing nothing for days on end sets him on edge.

It's why he's on the prowl, not necessarily looking for anything so much as testing the waters. He's done it before; this time, though, he doesn't bother with stealth. A sword, a blade, and a handgun -- the first visible, while the others are secreted away.

He doesn't expect trouble. Not really. Even so, it never hurts to be prepared.]

[tookmeyears]

[That's a motto Tim lives by, too. And when he sees Slade, armed, Tim pauses, eyes narrowing just a little.]

Wilson, [he said, eying the sword. Tim stilled.] Where did you get those?

[terminates]

[He eyes the other as well, his gaze sharpening when he sees the tell-tale glint of metal beneath that cape. A disgrace.

His lower lip curls with something not unlike disdain. He knows who this is.]

I could ask you the same.

[tookmeyears]

[Slade's disdain washes over him. Tim prefers to focus on things that actually matter.]

Put the weapons on the floor. [It's an order, there's no mistake about it, and there's a(n un)healthy helping of Bruce in his voice, but Batman is all his now. And he isn't uncomfortable with it.] Now.

[terminates]

['Like Bruce', indeed. Slade sneers at the tone, unafraid of the farce standing before him. As far as he's concerned, this isn't Tim Drake at all -- just a poor imitation who puked all over daddy's shoes.

It makes him no less dangerous, but that's how he sees it.]

No.

PRETEND THAT SAID IS COMFORTABLE

[tookmeyears]

That wasn't an option, Wilson. [Tim's arms were hidden under the cape, but there was a faint ruffle as he reached for his gun. Slade was dangerous in his world: and t his one seemed more like the one whose arm he'd had Kon burn off at home.]

I SAW NOTHING

[terminates]

[Close, but not quite the same. A year on the Barge does things to a person, though he'll deny he's changed at all.]

I don't answer to you.

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[tookmeyears]

[Out comes the gun, held level at Slade's chest.] I'm not asking you to answer. I'm telling you to obey.

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[terminates]

[He doesn't even flinch, staring down the imposter with an icy look in his eye.]

Go ahead.

["I won't kneel to you."]

[tookmeyears]

[Arrogant bastard. Tim wants to squeeze the trigger, but he doesn't. He isn't a murderer. He metes out justice.]

It's been a long time since I've seen you like this. Not whining about being such a hero. You have one two many arms.

[terminates]

[A "hero". Really? The thought of it makes him want to laugh.]

"Heroism" doesn't appeal to me.

[His smile is humorless.]

Apparently, the same goes for you.

[tookmeyears]

I know it doesn't. I understand you. You're at least more interesting than your counterpart. [His grip tightens on the gun.]

Last chance, Wilson.

[terminates]

[His eye narrows slightly, but he doesn't dispute the point. If the imposter actually "knew" him, he shouldn't have ever asked.]

I heard you the first time.

[Still not budging.]

[tookmeyears]

[Well, he tried. Tim's arm shifts, and instead of shooting at Slade's chest, he shoots at his left thigh.]

[terminates]

[Except he's already moving.

Rolling away, there's a flash of cold, reflected light as he brings the sword bear with violent precision. He's otherwise armed, of course, but for now, this will do just fine.]

[peektuttut]

[Tim doesn't fire rounds of shots: he's not a rookie, and he's captured Slade before. An older Slade...but still Slade.

Of course, he had Superman and Wonder Woman for back up.

Tim held his ground until the last possible second, before he darted to the left and rolled on his side, rising up to squeeze another shot at Slade, this time aimed squarely at his chest.]