OPEN | This is his equivalent of meeting at Starbies and the mall.

[mostdangerousbird]

Who: Tim Drake mostdangerousbird and Open
What: Some vigilante has to patrol the city. Maybe you're one of them.
When: Like 2 AM January 7th.
Where: Mid-rise rooftops, D'Amicos territory
Content Warnings: Violence is likely.



2 AM Lunch break

Hey, ya gotta eat. Tim's favorite late night Chinese food place (across the Central City General Hospital) is the unofficial hospital nightshift cafeteria. He can get anything there - turnip cakes, fries, egg rolls stuffed with pizza, or tonight, an Italian sausage on a bun. It's a weird spot, with a takeout window that makes you wait in an alley, but that works for him.

He's only in the alley 10 minutes, while he waits for his order, but he's oddly approachable as he sits on a pile of pallets texting. It's like an art project, "Vigilante, Paused."

Stake(out) for Dinner
When the greasy paper bag is handed over, the hero melts back into the shadow. He's already on the roof, racing a few buildings over before unwrapping the bag to settle in to watch through telescopic lenses while he munches.

He's only checking in on a longtime problem, as it's so close to his snack. Rook wasn't expecting the mob clubhouse to have so much activity at this time of night. Before he's done his sandwich, he's counted 8 arrivals, including a plain white box truck, and only two departures (who left in 1 black sedan).

In the morning, he'll check if Jason knows what might be going down. Robin's intervened with Red Hood and his rivals once, but as Rook, he's tried to stay out of it -

At least he hasn't lit any warehouses on fire -

Two more goons come out of the building. Pause at the doors to the truck's cargo. They open the door and examine the dark interior. Too far to make out any detail, but there's movement in the truck.

He'll have to get closer. Polishing off his sandwich, Tim folds the tin foil and bag down to a neat and tiny square. Tucks it away into his belt.

Comments

stakeout

[reneger]

( jason has many hobbies. he cleans his guns, sharpens his knives, works on his favorite bike, and then the rest of his hoard. he drives dickie to and from school some days, packs him lunches, snarks with the hoard of soccer moms who fuss over goddamn high schoolers like that's normal - and puts on his mask and gear to come out in the middle of the night to fuck with junior's rival gangs.

not because he's helping. he's never helping. but stalking them down and figuring out what they're up to is plenty useful for nonhelping reasons, like figuring out what the hell central's underground is getting its sticky fingers into this time.

which also has rook's attention, it seems. jason spots him from a few rooftops away, crouched down low as he watches tim start to fold up his garbage. lets the barest hint of a smirk curl up the corners of his lips as he drops down from the rooftop, careful to keep his steps as silent as possible as he approaches from behind and--reaches out once he's close enough, to grab onto the back of his shirt. )

Have I told you how much I hate your new color scheme? I miss the red.

Lunch break

[robintohood]

A night of rooftop jumping and staking out have a way of working up an appetite. The Chinese takeout place Tim orders from is also one of many places Jason uses for late-night meals. After putting in his order of egg rolls and hot dog baos, he goes to the alley to wait and is a little surprised to find Rook there.

"Hey," he says, taking a spot on the pallets next to him.

lunch break

[faceguy]

Birds aren’t the only ones out on the street tonight; Leo couldn’t sleep, and so there is one turtle out on a late night patrol, mostly stopping random muggings and making sure people leaving bars and clubs make it home alright.

He’s also been keeping an eye out for the D’Amicos, though he doesn’t plan to engage any of them alone. He can’t really, when he got on Donnie’s case for going at it alone already.

So he’s just out doing totally safe and normal hero stuff. Just a little enrichment for a ninja mutant turtle teenager.

And now he’s hungry, so he follows his nose to the takeout window. Turns to look at Tim, the only other person really around.

“Hey, is this place any good?”

Having a new late night take out spot would be great.