Who: Tim Drake and Dr. Horrible What: Only in town a few hours and already getting into trouble Where: The Train Station When: After midnight Rating: PG-13? Status: Closed , Incomplete
Dr. Horrible was bored. Honestly, he'd done almost no real evil in forever. It was probably due to Kaylee's influence, but no matter how Billy loved Kaylee, Dr. Horrible couldn't be satisfied simply being Billy. Tinkering around in his laboratories could occupy him for a while, but at this point he was way overdue for some public chaos
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'What is this guy, a bloodhound?!' Tim winced, weighing his chances on just revealing himself outright or keeping out of sight. The gun or whatever it was did not look pleasant-- and where had it come from? Deciding in the end to bite the bullet or laser (hopefully not literally) he stepped half out of the shadows, batarang ready in his still-concealed hand.
"Just a concerned citizen. Drop it, whatever you're doing." At least there was a distance between them in things got ugly. And as Robin well knew, they always got ugly.
Horrible took one look at the kid's outfit and knew exactly what he was dealing with. And it wasn't a 'concerned citizen', either. It was more outlandish than Hammer's getup, but that was a superhero costume if ever he'd seen one.
Which was the only thing keeping him from bursting out laughing. Because, seriously? Any hero or villain had to have his signature look, but the true professionals knew to avoid spandex. Of course, this kid was what, ten? He'd obviously read too many comic books. Even if he had some sort of super ability, there was no way he knew how to use it properly.
A smirk spread across Horrible's face. "Hmmm. No, I don't think I will." He kept the weapon trained on the boy. "Aren't you out pretty late for a school night?"
"I get an excused absence if it's to take care of creeps like you." Tim quipped launching the batarang with surprising strength and speed for such a small hand before launching into a series of backwards hand-spring to put more distance between him and--looked like some weirdo in a labcoat. Tame compared to most of the crazies at Arkham.
"So what exactly do you have against trains, Mister? Or is it just this one?" For the motivations of some of the people he'd faced before, a vendetta against public transit would be pretty par for the course.
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"Just a concerned citizen. Drop it, whatever you're doing." At least there was a distance between them in things got ugly. And as Robin well knew, they always got ugly.
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Which was the only thing keeping him from bursting out laughing. Because, seriously? Any hero or villain had to have his signature look, but the true professionals knew to avoid spandex. Of course, this kid was what, ten? He'd obviously read too many comic books. Even if he had some sort of super ability, there was no way he knew how to use it properly.
A smirk spread across Horrible's face. "Hmmm. No, I don't think I will." He kept the weapon trained on the boy. "Aren't you out pretty late for a school night?"
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"So what exactly do you have against trains, Mister? Or is it just this one?" For the motivations of some of the people he'd faced before, a vendetta against public transit would be pretty par for the course.
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