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Post by Tim Drake on Oct 4, 2012 20:32:29 GMT -5
The road is rushing by beneath him, and endless black ribbon of asphalt tormenting him in its never-ending miles. His gloved hand tightens on the accelerator of the gorgeous red bird motorcycle, accelerating a little more in the hope of making the miles go by faster. His muscular thighs tighten against the seat as he takes a curve, his right knee almost brushing the road beneath him as he takes the curve without slowing. His headlights are on high as he hits a straight away with no one in sight. He’s easily pushing a 125 MPH and a glance at the odometer tells him he is right. He’s okay with this speed though. In fact, it feels normal. The speed even seems to brush away the many thoughts in his head and give him a moment of peace.
Timothy Drake- Wayne is on his way back to San Francisco after a long three days in Gotham City. Yes, he could have taken one of Wayne Enterprises Jets, but what was the fun in that? His bike wasn’t as fast, but it had been awhile since he had really ridden it. He slows down slightly as a sharp turn materializes in his headlights, one way to sharp to take at the speed he’s at. Another reason he wanted to take his bike was the amount of things he wanted to think through before arriving in San Francisco.
One of many was his older brothers sudden interest in the Titans. Tim was pretty sure this irked him because of how long he had been with the Titans. That and he was the leader, not Dick, damnit.
Why was Dick suddenly so interested? He had his own team, the Outsiders, as they called themselves. Tim couldn’t see any reason Dick was suddenly so interested unless he felt that Tim wasn’t leading well. But if Dick really felt that way, then why didn’t he just come out and talk to Tim about it?
And yet another problem on his mind was Wonder- Cassie. Not Wonder Girl. She didn’t like being called that. Tim had been trying to deny it lately, but right now on the empty road, all by himself, he could finally admit it to himself. He liked the blond meta-human. Much more than he should, especially as her leader. It was wrong on so many levels, that Tim knew he could never admit it out loud to anyone else. Besides, it would never work. Tim had seen too many hero-hero relationships that had fallen apart at the seams. Most heroes were just too dedicated to their work, as Tim was. What woman would ever be able to understand why he spent so much time at the computer, why he had to analyze everything, why he wasn’t able to really let anyone get too close to him? Too many loved ones had ended up in the ground since he had become Robin so, so long ago.
Another little niggling problem in the back of his head. Damian. The younger boy was showing a lot of improvement, but Tim was still having his doubts about the new Robin. Perhaps someday Damian would prove himself, but Tim still didn’t approve of the youngest Wayne picking up the Robin mantle. He was too young, too inexperienced.
Tim shook his helmeted head, clearing everything from his mind as he slows to a safer speed as he begins to enter San Francisco. This is one of his favorite cities in the world and allowing himself to take in the scenery and enjoy the city for a moment. All too soon, he’s leaving through the outskirts of the city again as he approaches the hidden underground tunnel that leads to Titans Tower. He guns the engine as he enters, speeding up a bit. He smiles in pure manly appreciation as the engine roars of the walls of the tunnel and echoes, following him down into the unlit abyss.
He emerges from the other side of the tunnel, cape billowing out behind him as he pulls into a parking spot and turns the bike off. He slides off the bike, enjoying the feeling of his legs stretching out. He glances up at the Tower windows, surprised that he doesn’t see anyone staring down at him. He pulls the cowl off and scratches at his scalp, brushing his curly black hair out a little as he does.
At the sound of footsteps, he smoothly slips the cowl back on and turns to face the newcomers. “Hey.” He says simply, one corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.
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Post by eddie on Oct 4, 2012 21:38:52 GMT -5
Eddie frowned, he’d heard the computer chime saying Red Robin was here, but he was nervous about his leaders return for more than one reason. In his absence a lot had happened and things weren’t ideal, not in the least and it made him apprehensive to tell him just what had happened. He didn’t want to be the one to tell him.
No one else was around at least at the moment he didn’t know where they were. He sighed, standing from the couch and making his way down to the elevator and as he hit the button for the metal, death trap to descend to the lower level that housed the street entrance to the tower. He knew that Tim had left but not for what. He leaned back heavily against the metal wall behind him, his mind jumping from one thing to the other. He wasn’t sure how to word this or what to actually tell him, he wouldn’t lie to him, not it was just a matter of which to tell him first.
He hadn’t felt his much added weight on his shoulders for a while, well he still needed to confess that one secret, but there was always time for that later, he had a couple more years to try and find the right time. Although even he knew what it was like to try and avoid the inevitable. He ran a hand through his white, long hair and blew out a breath seeing the heat as it steamed in contact with the colder air. His gold eyes narrowed slightly and he pressed red skinned fingertips to his forehead, he could feel a headache coming on now.
As the elevator chimed saying he’d hit the bottom floor, he moved out of the elevator with a slowness that wasn’t usually like him. He watched from behind as the man fixed his cowl it would seem even now there was a distance between them. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the secrets, but who was he to talk? He had no grounds and it wasn’t as though he didn’t understand it.
Where Raven had found her balance with this teen, he was still trying to find his own. He had an easier relationship with Raven, and Gar but others…well how close could you get to someone when their touch could leave burns in its wake?
He shook his head, his white hair off setting to his red skin, as the strands brushed his neck and naked shoulders. He sucked in a breath before speaking, realizing it was better to honest about this and just tell him straight out. “Hey Robin…some things happened when you were gone and you should know about them.” He told him hoping that being straight forward like he was being would help and show his leader that he trusted him. He felt bad for not returning the smile, but he just couldn’t do it.
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Oct 5, 2012 18:46:31 GMT -5
Cassie hadn’t actually been waiting for him to come back.
She’d been doing plenty of other stuff, but it was hard to get away from the fact that, if she was ok to admit that any of the Titans were friends, then (even with the fact he still hadn’t told her his name) Red Robin was the one she’d known the longest. He’d saved her. And… He was a pretty good guy, it seemed. So, when she’d realised he was back, she’d headed downstairs. This time, she was in armour, sort of, the red bodysuit and its bronze armour glinting in the artificial light as she stepped out into the room just in time to hear Red’s greeting and the red skinned boy’s response.
"Well, look at the eager beaver.” Cassie said with a smirk as she stopped nearby, her eyes flickering first to Red Robin then to Kid Devil and back again. "You probably ought to let our glorious leader get used to being back before you expect him to sort out all our problems though. Otherwise, next time he runs off to Gotham, he might not come back.” Not that she’d blame him for that. Of course, her use of the words ‘glorious’ and ‘leader’ were all but dripping with irony, but then Cassie tended to treat all orders as suggestions – fine if she agreed with them, otherwise it was just too bad.
She paused, tilting her head as she examined the returning Robin, her smirk widening to reveal white teeth behind full lips. "Hey Red, welcome back. Miss me?”
"That’s a nice ride you’ve got there. Don’t suppose you’d let me borrow it sometime – looks like it’d match perfectly. Or maybe you’d rather race…” Her grin was pure challenge, because Cassie couldn’t help but think that it’d be fun to have a stab at jacking Robin’s bike even with all the security there had to be, but it’d be even better if he trusted her enough to just let her take it for a spin. She was pretty sure she could survive a crash anyway, so the worst that could happen was that she somehow totalled his bike and, despite how reckless she could be, Cassie was an excellent driver.
Any wrecked cars were usually on purpose. But then they were just ‘borrowed’ anyway, and the owners probably deserved more than a wrecked car. If she got her hands on Robin’s bike, you’d better believe she’d bring it back in perfect condition. She might even put up with him lecturing her a bit. Maybe. Either way, she wasn’t too worried though. Either he said ‘yes’ or she’d just have to borrow it anyway. He’d never know it was gone.
Probably. The blonde couldn’t really see rules-and-regulations Red Robin actually taking her up on the challenge, anyway.
What she wasn’t admitting, but might be a touch obvious in the slightly softer smile she gave him without realising it, was that she was actually pleased to see him again.
Oh, maybe she ought to tell him about that meta who’d tried to trick her and had been using his face. Eh, that could wait.
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Post by Tim Drake on Oct 5, 2012 20:12:34 GMT -5
Tim narrowed his eyes at Kid Devil, the smile long gone. He’s not mad, in fact, he had expected something to go wrong while he had been in Gotham. He hadn’t wanted to go to Gotham, but he’d really had no choices. Maybe he didn’t work for Batman anymore, but Bruce and his adopted brothers were still his family. Stephanie had told him he needed to come. Alfred was sick, and she wasn’t sure what was going on. So Tim had ran off, knowing that the Titans were still too young, too new to be left alone. But he couldn’t babysit them forever…
He sighed, crossed his arms over the insignia on his chest and leaned slightly against his bike, half sitting on the seat. He made quite a sight, him and his bike, his muscular legs crossed and the cowl up, hiding his brilliant blue eyes and messy nest of black hair. Before he even has a chance to even formulate a reply, Cassie came striding- no, strutting, from the street entrance to the Tower. She was in uniform, or what passed for a uniform on her. After all, it was armor that grew from her skin. It was only half on, glinting red in the sun as if happy to be in direct contact with the sun rays. Tim narrowed his eyes slightly, the white of the cowl naturally imitating the movement of his eyelids as she spoke.
“Nobody rides my bike. Mine.” Was this Tim’s attempt at flirting? Even he wasn’t sure. “Maybe we can race someday. But I doubt it’ll be much of a race.” He smirks, his blue eyes focused on her. After a second though, his eyes slide back to Eddie, ignoring her sarcasm. If she didn’t like how he led, she would have left by now instead of hanging around and forming bonds with all of them. Despite her sarcasm and constant barbs, Tim knew she enjoyed hanging around other teens that could identify with her, and she with them. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be here.
The smirk fades as he gazes at the devilish meta-human. Eddie is very worried looking. Stressed, in fact. Tim gets the feeling that he’s worried about Tim’s reaction to whatever news he has for Tim.
“What happened?” Is all he utters.
Inwardly, Tim is already running several scenarios through his mind. Quickly, he thinks back on his quick trip through San Francisco, trying to remember if he saw any damage or angry protesters geared towards the Titans presence. What could have possibly gone wrong in the three days he had been gone? Better yet, why did no one call him and report to him what was happening. He had taken the three days of his silent cell phone as being a blessing, not a warning sign. Well, he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
He arches his left eyebrow, charisma practically leaking from every pore as he waits for one of them to tell him what happened.
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Post by eddie on Oct 5, 2012 23:01:55 GMT -5
The young man if possible looked a bit more nervous at the look Robin was giving him. He cast a quick glance at Cassandra and crossed his arms over his chest; it was defensive gesture, a way to put a little more distance between himself and them. He had had yet to fully learn the facial expressions of all of his teammates, so any negative signs he seemed to take them as though they were angry or disappointed. He swallowed and his body temperature heated up at the anxiety he was feeling. It was nearly unnoticeable but if you were close enough to him to feel the regular temperature he ran at, you’d also feel the subtle rising of the heat.
His gold eyes drifted down to the floor, and his tail dragged on the floor slightly. Perhaps Cassandra was right and they should have waited to tell him after…but he’d already gone too far and opened his mouth that eluded too much. He cast her a quick glance and allowed his gaze to find the floor. “Sorry…Robin…I- this could have waited,” he said glancing up at him, meeting his eyes only because he knew it was sign of respect. He felt he shouldn’t be the one to tell him this, but no one else had been heading out here and it would seem Cassie wanted his bike, more then to talk about what had happened in the last three days. Perhaps they should have called him and let him know, but no one had wanted to bother Robin on his trip home, and it wasn’t as though they couldn’t handle it, but they hadn’t done a great job at handling it, that was part of the problem.
He looked at Wonder Girl and wondered if she was going to tell him, how her fight with Raven had gone, he waited wondering if she’d say anything about it. He decided he’d let her have that little ball of fun. He’d tell him about the Tara thing, he didn’t understand it completely, but he had a right to know about it.
“Tara Markov came by, the dead one well apparently she isn’t evil anymore and wants to repent…things got interesting, but I’m sure Cassandra can tell you about it. She’s here on the island…and they want to hold a meeting about her staying to keep an eye on her,” he said as he carefully dropped one arm to his side, and flexed each of his fingers and curled them up one by one, a nervous gesture, like some might tap their finger or their foot.
He wasn’t sure how things would be taken as decisions were made without his approval and without his knowledge, he only considered himself lucky that he hadn’t been the one to make them, but he had also not picked up the phone and called him. He was just as guilty at doing nothing. “I’m sorry Robin…I should have called you…but no one wanted to bother you…” he said with a guilty look on his face as he nervously looked the other man in the eyes.
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Oct 6, 2012 6:33:22 GMT -5
Boys and their toys, huh?
Red was always hard to read, a lot of the tells hidden behind that cowl, which made it hard to say what he meant by that. Personally, it was a coin toss between him going caveman on her and him trying to flirt. Maybe. Either way, Cassie just quirked an eyebrow his way and kept right on smirking. He’d met her driving a car she’d ‘borrowed’. Did he really want to tell the girl he knew stole stuff for fun ‘no’? That was about as likely to end well as telling an alcoholic they couldn’t drink the bottle of top-notch whisky you’d just dropped in front of them.
Oh, well, Cassie was happy enough to recognise when she’d been proven wrong and to admit it, even if it was just to herself. And Red Robin had just proven her wrong – apparently he was up for a challenge. And, so far as the blonde was concerned, that was close enough to flirting in her book. "I doubt it’ll be much of a race either.” She folded her arms across her chest, her grin utterly confident, that familiar grin she routinely wore right before a fight she knew she was going to win. But then she’d never lacked anything as far as her assurance in her own abilities went. "I’d offer to bet on it, but it seems so unfair to take your money as well as kicking your butt.”
At that point, of course, Red Robin thinking he had some gods-given right to order them all around kicked in and he wanted to know what had happened. Cassie, who hadn’t wanted to tell him in the first place because it wasn’t that important and because she didn’t think ‘Bow down before your leader’ Red Robin was anywhere near as interesting as ‘Actually human’ Red Robin, simply glared at Eddie, a look which sharpened as he promptly passed the buck right back to her. Ugh, this was why she’d thought she was better off without being part of this team. She was plenty strong enough to cope by herself and nobody was paying her to put up with being treated like a soldier.
"It’s Cassie,” The blonde powerhouse bit out at the devil-kid, still looking less than enamoured of being ratted out. "And you mean she said she wasn’t evil. Last time she was here, she apparently tried to… oh what was that again? Kill all the Titans while working with one of your worst enemies. So I don’t get why all of you are so keen to just let her waltz back in here with a few tears to let her try again.” As if in response to her anger, the blood red glow of the lariat coiled around her hips and draped over her thighs intensified, pulsing in time with the beating of its mistress’ heart. Cassie took a deep breath and let it out again, closing her eyes for an instant as she did so.
Luckily, when she opened them once more, they were still ice-blue.
"There wasn’t any point bothering you. You couldn’t have got here in time and we dealt with it all by ourselves. Case closed.” She threw another nasty look at Kid Devil. "Nobody needed to ambush you over it. Though I still think I ought to see how far I can throw the little witch.” Explaining the events of the fight wasn’t something she intended to do, ever. It was bad enough that half the team had seen what happened, but she’d rather have the Armour pulled out of her piece by piece than to explain exactly what was going on. They didn’t need to know.TAG: Tim Drake
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Post by Tim Drake on Oct 6, 2012 21:17:42 GMT -5
Poor Eddie. Red Robin really did seem to intimidate him. Not that Tim was trying to, of course. But judging from the rise in the temperature near Kid Devil, Eddie was definitely feeling the heat of Tim’s gaze. Apparently, the news he was having to deliver was making him anxious, judging by his tell-tale characteristics that he was exhibiting. At Eddie’s apology, Tim shrugged. “It’s fine. I need to know about these things. Our team needs to communicate if we’re going to be successful.” He uncrosses his arms to bring one hand up to his chin, his pointer finger rubbing his lip in thought as Eddie began speaking again. ” “Tara Markov came by, the dead one, well apparently she isn’t evil anymore and wants to repent…things got interesting, but I’m sure Cassandra can tell you about it. She’s here on the island…and they want to hold a meeting about her staying to keep an eye on her,”Tim is silent for a moment, obviously thinking very hard about this. He snorts a little on the inside at the “dead one” comment, but otherwise he makes no other motion as he absorbs what Eddie had just said. Tara Markov had betrayed the Titans back when Tim was just beginning his Robin career, when Nightwing had originally ran the Titans, long before they had gotten very close. Still, even then, Tim had looked up to Dick as a model hero. Someone for Tim to emulate other than the very dark Batman. And Tim most definitely remembered the dark days of Terras betrayal. Dick had been unresponsive to everything. No matter what Tim, Afred or Bruce had said could snap Dick from his thoughts. It had taken over a week for Dick to finally start coming out of it. What Dick had been reliving in his mind, Tim never knew. Tim had never wanted to know. “Oh?” Is all he says after a moment, his left eyebrow arching up in inquiry at Cassie at Eddie mentioning that things had gotten interesting. Did Cassie think he was an imbecile? He grew up in Gotham for gods sake. There was no way she would even be able to start the bike. He had it wired to respond only to his touch. It was very advanced technology, and while still touchy, he had it mostly worked out. Perhaps in a year or two, it would be thought controlled. But for now, it responded to his DNA only. All flirting aside, as Tim became more serious about the subject at hand, his body stiffens slightly. “Well, I’m glad you all handled it.” Tim says softly, obviously still thinking about Tara. His lips press together in a thin line as he looks at Cassie. “Sometimes, we can’t just go by what others say. Sometimes, people heal and change. Sometimes we have to judge them by knowing them, not just hearing.”He pushes away from his bike, crossing his arms over his chest again as he looks at both of them. “Where is she being kept? I’d like to talk to her.”TAG: Kid Devil.
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Post by eddie on Oct 7, 2012 7:14:57 GMT -5
Eddie swallowed his glowing gold eyes going wide as he held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, but there was a growing swirl of fire in his belly. A defense mechanism to the biting tone he’d gotten. He looked at her, a small breath being exhaled and the tail ends of it heated with small flames that died out when hitting the oxygen in the room for only a few moment. He pressed his index and middle finger against his lips and didn’t say anything for a moment; he’d had to swallow back any words he’d been considering firing back at her. Sometimes it felt like other things spoke for him in certain situations. It certainly caused some problems depending on who thought they could influence the situation to amuse themselves first. The glare she sent him, had his instincts in over drive, it was hard to battle those of his human self, even hard to beat back the demonic instincts that reared up wanting to show her not to walk all over him, he wanted to ram her pretty blonde head into the floor. His eyes narrowed into a glare and his mouth set in a searing look that was unlike any most had truly seen on the young boy’s face. His lips pulled back exposing the row of sharp teeth and his tail lashed from side to side in one violent movement. “Got a problem?” he asked his voice low, deep with a dark demonic edge to the words, the correct answer would be ‘no’. His eyes closed and he moved away from Cassie giving her a little more space, was he moving to give her some room or put her at a safer distance, it could be either one. He shook his head slightly running his fingers through his hair. He knew any sort of slip ups could mean he was off the team, if anyone thought he was a threat to their safety. He sucked down with a swallow of a great amount of air the smoke and fire that was rising in his throat. His eyes opened and his vision had evened out, no longer zeroed in on Cassie as she’d raised his anger at the constant attitude she seemed to always throw his way. “She’s in the basement, in the few special rooms we have.” Kid Devil said, Tim’s words had cut through the last of the instinctive urges he had, like a bucket of ice water. His body chilled dramatically and he shivered at the temperature change, only seemingly noticed only to him. He turned back towards the two of them, thinking. Was it possible they needed to work out their differences on a more primal level? Perhaps that would quell the instinctive churning of his less than human wants. He did try to like the new Wonder Girl, but her attitude was unlike anything he’d been forced to deal with under Nightwing’s leadership, here no, it was a few more members, new people he didn’t know and those new people a few seemed to be vying for dominance, little miss attitude over there being one. Tag: Wonder Girl
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Oct 7, 2012 15:59:06 GMT -5
Need to know about these things, communication was important, blah, blah, blah. She’d be a lot more willing to listen to that sort of junk if he showed any signs of it working both ways. Hence her comment, which she hammered into the brief gap between the two boys talking with all the subtlety of a tactical nuclear warhead. "Communication? Like you still not telling me what your name is. Excellent communications skills there, Red.”
Cassie, who was still less than cheery about how he’d taken the first opportunity to try and out her to Red Robin, met the demon-boy’s glare with one of her own that was almost as fiery. And, while she lacked the sharpened teeth and barbed tail, her look was every bit as angry, her own teeth bared in a fighter’s snarl. It was bad enough that the Armour had snapped right out of her control in public on top of everything else, without people drawing Red’s attention to it. She knew that he would be asking about it eventually, but she wanted time to get a decent lie together before she had to answer his questions. Eddie had ruined that and he could look mad all he liked – he could huff and he could puff, but he wasn’t blowing her anywhere.
Thus, when he demanded to know if she had a problem, he probably didn’t expect her to round on him, so that the two were all-but nose to nose – Cassie definitely up in the Devil’s face. "Not yet,” the blonde told him with brutal frankness, "And it’s in your best interests to keep it that way.” She hissed the last part, jabbing an armoured finger into the centre of his chest. He’d seen… that, he should know that making her mad was the absolute last thing that he should want to do. And if that was the best way to get him off the subject, then she was absolutely fine dropping veiled threats.
Once he backed away, she turned to Red Robin, arms folded defiantly across her chest. "There’s nothing to say.” It was a flat statement and one that was also a statement of fact. Cassie had nothing to say to him. Nobody had died and there was no way she was revealing her secret for anything less. The Silent Armour was her burden and hers alone, and her battle to fight. She wasn’t cursing the rest of the team with the knowledge. There was nothing they could do. If there had been, would she have told them? Cassie didn’t know. But it was a pointless question. There wasn’t anything anyone could do, unless they wanted the world to end.
In the meantime, she just snorted, shaking her head at Red’s point. "That’s if she’s changed,” Cassie noted cynically. "We should have done what Starfire wanted and just left her out there. She wasn’t our problem until the great and powerful Raven made it our problem. Go see her, but all she’s got are crocodile tears and a story anyone could have put together. I’ll believe she’s reformed when she proves it.”
The blonde began to turn away. "Unless there’s anything else, Red, I’m going to go and pummel something. Come find me when you’re done playing leader.”
TAG: Tim Drake
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Post by Tim Drake on Oct 18, 2012 3:21:02 GMT -5
Tims eyebrows shot upwards as the two exchanged words, the tension thicker than San Francisco fog, the anger almost visible. He was pretty sure that if looks could kill, both Cassie and Eddie would be dead. He sighed… How was he, a regular human, going to deal with two metas? Two metas that it seemed, did not like each other. This mixing of the Titans wasn’t working out... Maybe if another team was created… Tim would have to think on it. It could solve this issue he was having with Dick. It could solve some of the issues he was having with a few of the Titans clashing. He sighs, filing those thoughts to the back of his mind. Right now he had to deal with two in front of him. Maybe the two of them should fight it out… It might get rid of some of their tension. Or, at least, he hoped it would. Telling them to stop would solve nothing, if not make it worse. “Have you two tried pummeling each other? You two snapping at each other is not helping. Go fight it out.” He looks at both of them as they separate, Kid Devil obviously making an effort to calm down. Cassie however… Tim knew she was hiding something. That she was lying when she spoke of it being nothing. But he had the feeling that she would just continue shutting him out or leave if he tried to force it out of her or even talk about it with her. He had to agree with her on what she said about Raven… But that wasn’t what they had done, and now he was going to go deal with it and figure out what to do. Whatever the outcome was, they were going to have to decide on it as a team, and that wasn’t going to be possible until everyone was there. “Oh, Cassie?” He spoke as the blonde began to leave, “Nobody knows my name.” He doesn’t say anything, his thoughts obviously drawn away, as he remembers his fathers face the last time he saw him. His identity hadn’t always been secure, and his father had paid the ultimate price for it. Until Tim could absolutely know none of them would ever reveal who he was, he wasn’t going to spread his name around. Too many people around him would pay for it. He shrugs her comment off, knowing she’s just trying to get a rise out of him. Unless she meant..? No. She couldn’t mean that. Could she? Tim shakes it off and turns his attention back to Kid Devil as the fellow Titan spoke softly of Terra’s whereabouts. “Thank you, Kid Devil.” He smiles in the teens direction, uncrossing his arms as he leans down to pick up his motorcycle helmet. “I need to put my stuff away, and then I’ll go down and speak with her.”He’s tired, but it is something he needs to get done first. Put crap away, interrogate the “prisoner”, and then find out what he could about her story. He doesn't show his fatigue, even if he only felt like laying down right then and there. He is silent for another moment, thinking as he begins to walk towards the entrance, not really caring if either Titan follows him or not. TAG: Kid Devil.
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