[Thread] Be very very quiet...

[little_wing003]

Characters: OU: Tim Drake/Robin, OU: Bruce Wayne/Batman
Where: All over
When: Shortly after the burial victims go missing
Summary: Bats hunting clowns. Look out, Clown.
Warnings: Bat-warnings, general wrath.

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[gonnaloveme]

It really didn't take Batman all that long to reach Tim's current spot. He had already been prepared for the prowl--suited up and in the mind set--when he had spoken to the teen not much earlier.

He appeared on the scene with barely a flutter of settling wings and walked straight to Tim. "We're not going to find them in the city," he said without preamble. It was up to Tim to accurately interpret that statement or not.

[little_wing003]

Tim turned a little to regard Bruce evenly. "The perpetrator or the victims?" It was obvious they wouldn't find the victims within the city proper. There simply weren't enough places to hide them all together--assuming they were together.

[gonnaloveme]

"The victims," he replied. He paused and, remembering what Tim really wanted to do with his time right now, then added, "They come first." Because they matter more was simply implied with the look he gave the young vigilante.

[little_wing003]

Tim sighed a little, frowning as he felt some of the fight go out of him. "I know. It's Dick and Cissie--you don't think I want them back? I just--I don't know that we're going to be able to find them without cooperation from their kidnapper." He let his cape settle around his shoulders, and wished it felt a little less like hiding. Knowing that the Joker had done something with Cissie and Dick was killing Tim. He wanted--needed--them to be all right.

[entro_pist]

After broadcasting his message over the network and leaving a very big hint toward his current location, it was time to wait for the vigilantes to pour in. No hidden bombs, no weapons in his hands would be there to greet them at their arrival. Only his gruesomely twisted grin. The Joker glanced down at his watch, already itching with impatience. It was a little past 4:30 in the morning so naturally the café was dark and vacant. Pacing once around the tables, he pulled out a chair with a grating screech that echoed in the empty place, and sat, one ankle resting on his knee, gloved hands folded on top.

[gonnaloveme]

Batman raced to the roof opposite his true destination with a pace that would leave a horse panting. He didn't even feel the pain of a misstep that twisted his ankle slightly. He'd worry about that later; for now he was just upset that it had happened at all. Forgoing the berating of himself at the moment, his concentration was solely on the building in front of him as he perched atop the roof he'd been aiming for.

All was silent at this time. The Bat keyed a certain button on his armor and viewed the small store opposite him through a pair of night-vision enhanced lenses that slipped down over his eyes from inside his mask. He toggled another button and they switched over to heat-sensoring. Sure enough--the Joker was definitely there.

Or someone was there. One body shown clearly in his vision. Batman took a deep breath and let it out in a slow sigh. It took all he had not to go in without waiting to converse with Robin first.

[little_wing003]

Tim landed neatly on the rooftop next to Batman. "What are we looking at?" he asked quietly, wondering a little why he had stopped here, and what Batman had found--the victims? The perpetrator? God, he wanted this over with. He wanted the missing people to be returned safely--now.

[gonnaloveme]

He glanced at Robin briefly and the lenses covering his eyes glowed softly with a white light in the moonlight, leaving him a pupil-less visage surrounded by the blackest of blacks. He gazed back down at the cafe and instead of answering Robin simply held up his PDA in front of the bird's face. When the Bat had actually taken the time to check it was a complete mystery.