the waiting game

[knightflown]

With the message sent — you've been compromised with Slade's nanomachines; come to to talk — there remained little to do but wait for the Titans to arrive. Dick had maintained typical subterfuge upon entering Robin's universe, despite the teen's assertion that Slade would know immediately. Whether not he would know was irrelevant. What was

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[flipping_bird]

He'd come. He'd actually come.

Robin carefully manoeuvered himself through the shadows, getting closer to the waiting Nightwing. It had been so long since that first meeting in the Nexus, his first wild hopes of finding a way to free the Titans and himself. Now, Nightwing was finally making the move they'd considered and planned towards and all Robin could think of was how much he wished his older self hadn't come.

The location Nightwing had chosen to meet the Titans was ideal. Deserted, the shadows thrown by the remnants of the warehouse's stock providing cover enough should the Titans decide to jump to conclusions. Robin couldn't have chosen better.

This wasn't going to be good.

Sure that Nightwing hadn't brought back up, Robin stepped out of the shadows. "Nightwing," he said, tone low and urgent as he hailed his older self. He knew better than to think he could sneak up on himself. "The situation's been compromised."

[wantsapprentice]

He'd known. Of course, he'd known. There hadn't been a moment since he'd first discovered the Nexus that Slade hadn't expected Nightwing to come to Jump and attempt to interfere. As such, he'd taken special precautions, and now they were paying off.

The Titans communications had been compromised long ago so it didn't take much to alter a few things to his specifications. He'd made sure to send the Titans to a different location, complete with a regiment of his mechanical warriors to greet them.

As for Nightwing...he had something special planned for him. Sladebots were already moving into position, and Robin had been sent ahead to break the news.

Slade himself would not be present -- or at least, not yet.

[knightflown]

Yes, PINpointing directly to the Tower would definitely have been better. With an internal sigh, Nightwing looked to Robin.

"And the fact you're here to tell me this...?" Not good. With a smooth, practiced movement, he unsheathed both the escrima sticks on his back, scanning his surroundings for signs of Slade, or other attackers.

[flipping_bird]

Robin couldn't help a thin smile at Nightwing's movement. Somehow it made him feel better knowing that the other was prepared. "Had to," Robin said, coming to a halt a few feet away from his older self. "No other way -- your Pinpoint's no longer secure. The Titans never got that message ... but Slade did."

The metallic clicking can only be the slade-bots arriving and taking up formation. Robin pulls out his staff. "We're out of time."