I knew it was over when the soundman said I wish we were still in June. [open]

[overlyprecocious]

Who: Tim Drake overlyprecocious + whoever else
What: July catch-all
When: July, maybe late June
Where: Descendant attic safehouse, Central City, maybe other places
Content Warnings: none yet



attic safehouse | open to those with access

Technically speaking, Tim doesn't need to be using the safehouse like he is, but Jason has a good thing going with a hideaway that (hopefully) the Alliance isn't aware of yet. It's nice to be able to visit and be somewhere that Fantastic's goons don't know about, which is why he's dropping in tonight. Once he does the basic stuff - in this case, making sure the area still looks secure, has a good supply of emergency food, and locating Sleeper's hidden chocolate stash so he can tuck away a few new bars with it - he settles in with his laptop to chill and definitely not doomscroll current news to see how much worse Fantastic's making the country lately.

Central City at Night, Bullying the Guards | open to anyone

Robin doesn't usually fly alone officially, and when he is on his own he's somewhat more likely to be in surveillance mode, not fighting. It's how he was taught back home, where Robin is almost always accompanied by Batman, Nightwing, and/or Batgirl, or working with the Team. He's not trained to be a solo act.

He just happens to be one tonight, when he finds some of Fantastic's guards hassling some kid who may or may not even be Starfallen, who even knows? Robin's not letting that stand, regardless. And the good news is, their power dampeners barely affect him, given that his abilities are barely combative in nature and he's used to fighting powerless. So one moment, they're being assholes with a little taste of power, and the next, they're getting their asses kicked by a fourteen-year-old with a bo staff.

"Just wondering, did you read about the goons following fascist ideologies as a kid and think, that's gonna be me?"

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Attic Safehouse

[robintohood]

Jason was going to head upstairs regardless if anyone was already there. Given how surprisingly active this particular safehouse has become, he's always making sure if the place has enough supplies. But on the way up, he hears some shuffling and softens his footsteps. Hopefully it's just one of the people who already has permission and access but given recent events, Jason might be just slightly more paranoid at the moment.

He quietly unlocks and opens the door.

[overlyprecocious]

"Hi, Jason."

It kind of doesn't look like he even bothered to glance up to see who came in, though that's a lie. He does glance up quickly enough to identify who came in, and there's an unexpanded bo staff near his hand if it comes down to it.

[robintohood]

Jason breathes a little easier when he sees it's Tim. Good. It's not a damn guard at least.

"Hey. Something up?" He says before walking over to the kitchenette cabinets and take inventory.

[overlyprecocious]

“You mean aside from everything that’s been happening lately?”

One thing this place used to have going for it was that it wasn’t under direct invasion like home. He misses when it was just deeply concerning and sketchy instead of openly turning fascist.

[robintohood]

"Yeah, besides the obvious," Jason replies dryly. "Bastards keep loitering around. There's a couple downstairs."

Attic safehouse

[demigoth]

There’s a pair of sneakers in the middle of the floor to warn others that there’s someone in the bunks. More specifically, in the furthest bunk from the door, there’s a dark ball atop the blankets.

Nico’s half asleep and comfy, still in his jacket and jeans. He stirs a little when he hears rustling in the room, picking up his head a few inches to blink blurry eyes at the room. He already has a bad case of bedhead. “‘im?”

[overlyprecocious]

Tim pauses before doing his usual checks of the safehouse when he notices there’s someone already in the safehouse, and briefly considers just heading back out to give them privacy. And then he recognizes who it is, and is recognized in turn.

Well. He was planning to tell Nico at least some things. “Hey. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

[demigoth]

He’s sitting up more fully now, one hand rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “I wasn’t asleep.”

Nico was absolutely asleep, but he’s not going to admit that in case it’s still early.

Then where he is connects with who he’s talking to. “What are you doing here?”

[overlyprecocious]

“Yeah. Um.”

He sits down on one of the bunks, facing Nico. “Jason gave me permission to use this safehouse a while ago.”

[demigoth]

Oh. That makes sense. Jason seems to do that for a lot of kids that need help, and Tim’s pretty new. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have joined the school so late in the year. “So you’re finally taking him up on it?”

Nico’s here often, sometimes four nights a week. He probably would have seen Tim by now, if he’d come before. “Jason’s cool. You don’t have to worry that he’s doing it to take advantage of your powers or anything. He just doesn’t mind helping people.”

the city at night

[purplexing]

When you're used to being out practically nightly, being holed up in one spot for a couple of weeks seems like a lifetime. Granted it was for perfectly good reason, but it's only recently that his brother's started to be less insistent about him resting and recuperating.

Things still aren't the same out here however, so Donnie's fallen back on old habits and stuck to higher ground for getting around, sticking to the shadows like a good ninja do. A big pain, really, when he'd much rather be zipping around with his battle shell's flight capabilities, but he figures it's better not to take chances, especially when the guards are still a clear presence and potential threat.

Case in point.

Donnie perches on the ledge of the roof above as he watches this kid take these guards to town. He's mainly drawn by the use of a bō- after all, it's not often he comes across someone else who has similar tastes in weaponry!

[overlyprecocious]

Despite the fact that the guards are clearly older and more heavily armed, the fight is headed in favor of the kid with the staff. And he's good, well-practiced and clearly adept with the weapon. It's not until he's standing over a pair of unconscious guards that he seems to hesitate, because - what now, exactly? He'd like to remove them from the city, but that would be difficult to arrange by himself.

[purplexing]

A low whistle in amazement sounds from above. It had been pretty impressive to watch. The other kid had just been everywhere he needed to be, and always a step or two ahead of the guards. It was clear that had all been raw skill. Maybe the guards were more prepared to take down someone who relied more on abilities. The encounter with them and Huvrye is still a fresh memory.

Casting a look up and down the street even has he does a quick consultation of immediate signals in the area in case anything had been sent out by the guards.

[overlyprecocious]

The good news: Robin did move quickly enough that no one got a chance to send off an alarm or anything along those lines. The bad news: he is now sighing and considering leaving the unconscious guards to wake up with goose eggs, still in Central City. Or maybe he could put in a call to a big brother? It's a thought.

[purplexing]

"Guess we can't just slap a 'return to sender' on 'em or something, huh?"

Donnie finally makes his way down, dropping neatly into a crouch not far from the pile of guards, his own bō tucked behind his battle shell.

"Nice job there, by the way."

wildcard

[hackingyoursensors]

Dick has always been terrible at sitting still. Since there's no leaving Central for now, he's been spending his days acting like a normal teenager (watching the guards who are watching him) and spending his nights traveling by rooftop to gather some street-level intel.

But tonight he decides to check out the 'family-owned' gym the other Jason had told him about. He hasn't had a chance to do any dedicated training for a few days, and he needs to get the nervous energy out somehow. Having ditched the guards, Dick slips into the gym shortly after sundown.

"Alright," he says to himself. "Let's see what we have to work with here."

[overlyprecocious]

Well. What he has to work with today is that one kid who attends the same school back home. He’s currently doing some basic chin ups with a fair amount of added weight because you have to practice the basics, not just the fancy stuff.

If he’s surprised to have a visitor, he’s pretty good at hiding it. “Hi, Dick.”

[hackingyoursensors]

"Uh hey, Tim. Hope I'm not interrupting?"

It's weird to see the other teenager who was, as far as he knew, just a normal teenager. But once he met the other Tim, it wasn't too hard to put two and two together. Jason had told him there had been duplicates.

Still, it throws him for a second.

[overlyprecocious]

"Nah, it's okay."

He does a little flip coming off the bars he was using for chin-ups, partly to show off a little and partly because it's something his Dick taught him. The acrobatics don't come as naturally to him as to Graysons, but he's put in the work. And it's a way of quietly announcing who one of his trainers was.

"Sorry I didn't warn you who I was, but we weren't exactly in a secure area before."

[hackingyoursensors]

Dick smiles as he watches Tim dismount the bars-- that's definitely a familiar move.

"It's okay. Better to be on the safe side."

He looks at Tim, one of his appraising but not judgemental looks. Cataloging the similarities and differences between this Tim and Rook, observing his stance, cadence, gestures. Most people wouldn't notice, but most people weren't trained by Batman.

He nods at the bar.

"That was one of mine, wasn't it?"

[codicies]

With his apartment being so crowded as of late, the soundproofed attic safehoue was looking like a far more appealing place to practice guitar.

Assuming, of course, the safehouse is empty.

When he spots Tim there, he quietly strikes guitar from his mental to-do list... and after some consideration, pencils in a round of playfully giving Jason some shit, by way of Tim Drake.

After all, if Jason's basically his brother now, so is Tim. Right?

"Hey, Timbo," he says with a relaxed smile, setting his guitar case off to the side as he approaches the couch. "How's my favorite brother-in-law?"

[overlyprecocious]

Tim.exe has crashed. Please hold while the application starts up again.

Hold...


Hold....

Application successfully re-launched.

"Your what?"

[codicies]

Dylan watches Tim's brain go through a hard reset for a moment, a small smirk on his face. He gives a nonchalant shrug and parks himself on the couch.

"Well, I'm Sleeper's brother, after all. And you're Jason's brother. That's how this works, right?"

[overlyprecocious]

"Did they... get married?"

Look, no one ever fully explained what Jason and Sleeper's relationship is to him. He knows Jason moved in with them, but he's flying kind of blind otherwise.

[codicies]

"Yeah, alien married, basically." He leans back against the cushions. "I mean, there's regular bonding where you just get a Stat Buff, but those two are making a commitment."