Tim Wayne / TALON / Issue #3

[gourmetburgers]

Who: gourmetburgers (really Tim Wayne/Red Robin) & somarium
Where: One of Somni's banks
Style: 1st or 3rd, just not 2nd
Status: Open like YOUR MOM
Note: See here for details on how Tim is affected, as well as not-a-spoiler.

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[A young man wearing massive rain boots, a trench coat over his entire body, and a fedora over his head was walking, camouflaged by the populace on his way to

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[not_a_spoiler]

Decided go out on the town without me? [After the police have already been taken out, another dark figure moves from her hiding spot. Leaping down to join Talon, Owlgirl straightens up by his side.] And you didn't even leave any for me.

[Teasingly, she grins excitedly at her partner, impressed with the way he's handled the situation. Tim's always been the better student, Steph isn't naive enough to argue with that, but she can't help but find herself in awe of how he has stepped up his game after their mentor's sudden death. To the girl, it seemed like everything he was now accomplishing was in the great name of Owlman.]

I thought I was the only girl in your life, Talon. Saturday nights are usually our date night.

[gourmetburgers]

You've got to be kidding me. This wasn't even the main course.

[He didn't even turn around to look back at her. More police cars were nearing, judging by their sirens' growing amplitude. That didn't stop him from inspecting the contents of the stolen bags of cash. He was grinning at the vast multitude of green inside each, each piece flapping between the clawed fingers that scanned them. Did he know Owlman would have been proud, or was there something else going on in that mind of his?]

My bad; I've grown to appreciate variety a little too much. How ever will I make it up to you? [Is making it obvious that he's got everything to compensate right in his hands.]

[not_a_spoiler]

I'm sure you'll think of something. [Her grin only widens at the sight of their loot. Oh, she loves the sight of that.] My favorite color is purple and my birthstones are diamonds.

Got a plan or are we winging this?

[gourmetburgers]

I'll remember that the next time I pass by your favorite jewelry store.

[Talon inspected his right wrist as if it were a watch. There was actually a device on his gauntlet that made a quiet beeping sound.]

There's always a plan! [It might have been an exclamation, but he certainly wasn't yelling. He sounded more like he was very certain, than anything.]

This is going to emit a signal that hacks into the systems of the police cars around us. As soon as the rest of them arrive, I'd have triggered a timed explosion.

[insorrow]

[Well... shit.

[He'd had a bad feeling about this from the minute the call went out. Well, since when was the last time anything good came out of sudden, quietly frantic calls for backup at - oh, crap, that was one of the banks. Ken hesitated to check his gun was loaded and ready before radioing back that he was on his way and damn but he really did not like the way his voice had caught before he'd responded. Part of him hoped, insanely, that Dispatch would tell him to back the Hell off and leave this to the guys who knew what they thought they were doing, but they didn't. Well, of course they didn't.

[Ken had heard about this, but never seen it. Some kind of luck of the draw that he'd off-duty or busy elsewhere every time one of these went down - he'd always known that luck was gonna run out some day. He'd just... well, he'd kind of hoped he'd have a bit more time, that was all

[gourmetburgers]

[Ken was part of a second group of backup. It was that bad. Yes, so bad that a silhouette emerged into visibility and, with clawed gloves, violently separated Ken's hands from each other. The pistol fell to the ground. As the space between the two had minimized, both of them could see a clearer picture of each other. Who was the bigger threat? To be simple, Tim answered that with an abrupt side kick.]