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[Open] Haven't seen the best of us yet~

who: Red Robin or Tim Drake-Wayne and You.
what: General open post and a few promised closed starters
when: 19th - 30th
where: All over!
warnings: No content warnings yet. Spoilers for DC Rebirth.

Red Robin:

There's a new vigilante running a nighttime patrol of the city. He's caped, decked out in red and green light armor He doesn't seem to have special abilities because he uses gear to swing between vantage points and rooftops. He does, however, appear to be highly trained and adept at disappearing into the shadows despite his uniform's coloring, which makes it difficult to watch him beyond a stray glance if you're not superhuman or equally trained.

If you're quick and careful you might catch him on a computer built into the armor of his forearm, sitting on the ledge of a rooftop. Riverview, even taking the monsters into account, is much more peaceful than his home. The police aren't corrupt, they do their jobs and it leaves a significantly lesser need for vigilantism. Red Robin knows this is the ideal. The whole goal of their mission is to make themselves unnecessary. He just didn't bank on how boring it might end up.

University:

There's a new student around campus who may be inciting some whispers. He's got over a full course load at six classes, but he isn't showing any of the usual symptoms of overworked stress over achieving students have been known to. He's a freshman with a load of programming and engineering courses at as high of a level as he could get into without pre-requisite. Tim had grabbed as many as he could, to keep busy, but also because he wanted to learn as much as he could about this world's technologies and how to better work with them with his job. If he was working for the guard, he didn't want lives to depend on work he didn't understand.

He can be found coming out of a class or studying in the library, even going through the stacks or computer accessible files for more about the city and the moon itself. If you've met Tim before and you see him now, there's a marked change. He's still tired, and worn, but he's not the bland polite teenager he usual is in public. He looks enthused, and possibly even happy.

Open/Wild Card/TDM Prompts:

If you live on Floor 12, work with the Perimeter Guard, or just want to meet Tim and the above situations don't work, ping me

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Tim had used a significant portion of the money he'd had on him when he came through the portal to build a small wardrobe for classes and the job he'd been offered. The rest went to repairing the Red Robin suit. He hoped it paid off. He smoothed his hands down his slacks,realizing he'd been incredibly privileged to work with the Foxes and Bruce who know how smart and skilled he is simply from having been present as he grew up.

He'd never had to prove himself to an entire group of strangers as Tim Drake rather than Robin, or Red Robin. He's never had to serve as someone's assistant. He's got plans, the ideas from speaking with Bucky were the least of them, but he hoped they would be enough to earn the respect of his co-workers and not end up fetching coffee. He approached the door and used the access he'd been provided with to enter cautiously.

"Good afternoon? I'm Tim Drake-Wayne."

Edited 2017-06-19 22:20 (UTC)

It's strange to have free time. Tim's taking six courses, working, and patrolling, but he still has more time than he did at home. There's no villain on the loose, or case to solve. There were strange things going on, but there was also a case of too many cooks in the kitchen, so to speak. Plenty of people were around with the skills and will to use them to help out others.

So, Tim focused on an extra-curricular activity of sorts. Eventually, something would come along and require a massive network of people to solve. It was just the way the world worked where he was from. There was an ever escalating scale of danger. He wanted to be prepared if life held true with the same lemons in the Quarantine. Hence, his trip to see Cisco Ramon. He was starting with all the allies he could find from home. Hopefully, once he'd made contact with all of them they could find people they mutually trusted to begin expanding the network with.

Tim knocks politely and waits to see if Cisco is in his lab.

[ Cisco's just about gotten used to strangers dropping by his lab; it had been pretty weird at first, since he'd been so used to working at S.T.A.R. Labs where the only unexpected guests were bad guys who had broken in past the woeful security. Here, though, he's not secretly working in a place that is supposed to be condemned and off-limits, so he gets a fair amount of traffic.

So when he hears a knock at the door, it's a surprise, but not a shock. Cisco pushes his safety goggles up onto his head and comes to the door to see who is there. It's not a face he recognizes, but he still greets Tim with a grin and says: ]

Hey, sup?

[ Formal and businesslike manners are not exactly Cisco's strong suit. ]

{Tim isn't exactly surprised because he was trying not to expect anything of a Flash teammate, but it's always nice to find someone who looks approachable on the other end of a business meeting. He smiles back, much smaller.}

Hey, you're Cisco Ramon? I'm Tim. I was speaking to you anonymously about some work you've done with Barry Allen?

[ A look of recognition flashes across Cisco's face and he stands aside, letting Tim come in and shutting the door behind him. Presumably, the fact that he'd first approached Cisco anonymously means that he is trying to keep all this on the down-low, and Cisco gets that completely. ]

You're the vigilante?

[ It's only half a question. He'd only had one anonymous conversation that Tim could be referring to. A tiny furrow forms between Cisco's brows as he glances Tim over quickly. ]

No offense, but you seem kinda... young.

[ Sure, Thea isn't much older than this kid must be, but she wasn't working alone. She had a very scary very experienced big brother looking out for her while she was out keeping the city safe. ]

{Tim appreciates his discretion, looking around for exits, and observing everything else around the lab as he's led in.}

I'm a vigilante.

{His teeth flash in a sharp grin that's gone just as quick as it appears.}

Gotham picks us young.

{And while Tim works alone a lot more often than most of the heroes his age, he's not always alone, and he's almost always in reach of back-up nowadays with the ever expanding network of allies they've built.}

[ Tim might be checking out the surroundings, but Cisco is checking out Tim. But it looks mostly like friendliness, and only a little bit like suspicion. Cisco clears some crap off one of the rolling chairs and gestures that Tim should take it if he wants. Cisco sinks back into his own chair and picks up the container of candy he'd been eating out of, before Tim arrived. In any case, he doesn't seem at all bothered by the idea of talking with a vigilante. ]

Gotham, huh?

[ Cisco's never been; he knows it's a rough city, though. As far as he knows, there aren't any vigilantes (of the masked variety, anyway) in Gotham. And that's the sort of thing that Cisco keeps tabs on, even in far-away cities he's never been to. Never know when it could become relevant. ]

Candy? [ He offers the container to Tim, to take some if he wants, and as he's holding it out, asks: ] So how do you know Barry Allen's the Flash?

[ Yeah, he caught that. When they'd been talking on the network, all Cisco had said was that he knows the Flash. It was Tim who'd come to the door and dropped Barry's secret identity. It's not the first time Cisco's met someone here who knows who the Flash is, but it's still weird and unnerving when it happens. ]

And how'd you know I know him?

{Tim is fine with a little bit of suspicion. It's healthy, and honestly makes him feel better about Cisco's intelligence and skills of self preservation. Some people he's met since arriving here do not instill the same kind of confidence.

He takes a piece of candy and the seat in the chair. He sits comfortably, but doesn't sprawl. There's a rigidity to his spine.}

Thanks. Because he's a founding member of the Justice League, and my former partner was also a founding member. Most of the founding members are known to the other capes.

{Tim shrugs, he's very careful about giving out the information Cisco's asking for without telling much about himself.}

Detective work. You're from Central. You worked for Star Labs. Central is the Flash family stomping ground, even if you hadn't worked closely with a Flash, you'd probably met one.

[ Cisco takes in the information, nodding along, looking for any signs that Tim is lying or trying to play him. Not that he would recognize any of those signs even if they were there. Eddie and Joe were the detectives. Cisco's never exactly been the greatest judge of character. See: Lisa Snart, Eobard Thawne, Jay Garrick. But he's gotta try, anyway. ]

We haven't got a Justice League where I'm from. Or, at least, not yet.

[ Since that other Flash had mentioned the Justice League the first time, Cisco had remembered something. He doesn't even know how his brain had managed to dig it up, but back in the time vault, when Gideon had been talking about Barry's future, as director of the forensics division, she'd started to say something else. She'd said he was the founding member of... something. They'd cut her off before she could finish, and he wishes they hadn't.

But it makes sense. A future where there's a kind of Ocean's Eleven of superheroes, and Barry helps to found it. ]

Okay, yeah. Liiiiiittle stalker-y you know where I worked back home, but I'ma let it slide, because you're right.

[ Unlike Barry's secret identity, Cisco's affiliation with the Flash isn't something he's working too hard to keep hush hush here. He has other, more important secrets to keep. He doesn't mind if he lets that one go. ]

So... you know all this stuff about me, but I don't know anything about you. Except you're... Tim the- sorry, Tim a vigilante from Gotham, and you're thinking about keeping that up here, too.

More than one new vigilante, from the looks of things. And Red must be the "in" color for vigilantism, because this one is also decked out in a red bodysuit - with black spots. It isn't so much a need to patrol the city, but swinging around via yoyo, and finding occasional shortcuts along the rooftops does wonders to clear her head. Red Robin may see her swinging past - she doesn't notice him though, since he's more experience in the stealth department. She's never had need to work from the shadows.

Red Robin tails the strange cat-suited girl several blocks, watching her movements and trying to assess if she had any meta abilities or particular goals in her destination. He was unable to form any conclusions except for believing she might be slightly enhanced just from the way she went about without armor and with only a yo-yo as transportation. He bet it doubled as her form of defense as well.

He bides his time and then eventually lightly lands on a building just overlooking her own touch down spot. "Good evening." He says politely. There was no need to assume there was reason to start a fight. This wasn't Gotham and he wasn't chasing her out of Bat territory.

Her guard was completely open - if this were a different kind of situation someone would have easily been able to get the drop on her. Heck, if Red Robin had wanted to he would could have easily done so -- probably. She's surprised at first, but glances up to where he's landed. Smiling pleasantly, she lifted a hand in greeting, "Good evening! Looks like I wasn't the only one with the same idea tonight, huh?" This was the first time she went this particular way on her patrol route - maybe this was his usual area?

The unknown is cheerful, greets him without any suspicion, and Red Robin wonders if he might get hives from how chipper she is. He's so glad she's not in Gotham. If a villain didn't get to her first Batman would chew her up and spit her out.

"Definitely not. There's a handful of us around, I think."

He probably would, the grumpy man. Gosh, it's like being cheerful is a crime! She winds her yo-yo and tucks it into the pouch at her side, before stepping forward and jumping up to join him, though at a polite arm's length distance.

"That's good to know. If something big goes down, we can all coordinate and work together to keep people safe." Assumey much? Well she doesn't see any reason why people wouldn't want to work together. She offers a hand to shake, "I'm Ladybug."

In Gotham, being cheerful means you're high on laughing gas, you're Harley Quinn, or you're a tourist that is likely to experience something traumatic. He watches where she stows her yo-yo making a note if he ever needs to disarm her.

"Yeah, I'm working up a panic button of sorts to give out if you'll carry one to alert others." He shakes her hand with his own, heavy in its gauntlet. "Red Robin."

Such a gloomy place, that Gotham. "That's a great idea, I'll definitely carry one, of course." She grins at the handshake, resting her hand on her hip again.

"You said there were other ...e.r.. crime fighters here right? You haven't come across a blonde guy in a black catsuit that goes by the name of Cat Noir, have you? ... It's a long shot, since I'm sure he'd be looking for me first thing, but he's my partner.

Dolores went to the college library, she was hoping for more about the Quarantine and its history. Her boss had suggested her demeanor wasn't good for business, so she had the week off, and she'd been surprised at how easy her homework was. She had set-up at a table with a few books, glancing around at any new faces. Some of it was paranoia, she just liked her quiet. Some of it was looking for distractions, all work and no play and all that.

When she saw Tim, she waved with a little smirk. She remembered him, and that weird gift she got given, the conversation was a little fuzzy. Probably nothing important in it. Her hair was a nice simple white, and her clothes were decidedly different from the cute and fashionable Lola. If he came over she wouldn't mind the company, she thought. If he didn't, well, his loss.

[ What is it with heroes and rooftops? Did they think they were hidden? With a curl on his lips, he sneaks up, invisible to all senses before uncloaking himself, leaning down to whisper in Tim's ear. ]

Boo.

{Intentionally startling a vigilante is an excellent way to incite bodily harm. Tim's fist flashes out backwards in a show of speed and flexibility, catching on Loki's face before he twists and leaps on top of the mechanical unit on the roof.}

Was that necessary?

{It was a scare, meant to startle and instigate, not an attack, so Tim doesn't press forward or draw a weapon.}

[ The blow is glancing and barely makes Loki twitch. He chuckles instead. ]

Yes, actually. You were asking for it, brooding on rooftops.

{Tim's mind is instantly running calculations for what minimal gear he has and how he can use it to take on a meta of indeterminate abilities if necessary. It doesn't look good for him.

Which doesn't mean he won't try if he needs to.}

I wasn't brooding.

{He's smiling below the domino mask, almost laughing. If this guy thought that was brooding....well, it was unlikely he'd seen Nightwing in a sulk, and definitely not Batman even on a good day.}

[ Loki shrugs. He doesn't care for the definition of brooding. ]

Well, you certainly weren't being open. Is this a normal way to spend your time?

{Red Robin lifts and drops one shoulder in a small shrug back.}

It's a lot busier at home. Lots of murder and mayhem to deter and shut down.

I highly doubt that'll be the case here.

So this is you trying to feel validated in a world that needs no heroes?

[ Typical. ]

[Closed for Wall Research & Development]

[Closed for Cisco Ramon]

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I'm sorry I couldn't help myself :>

No apologies~ I've been waiting for this

Aww yeahh :D

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