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Mar. 23rd, 2023 10:38 pmIt's not that Tim isn't willing to burn any of her aliases if it came down to it, but she doesn't want to, not when she's put time and effort into getting Caroline Malone no relation into just the right criminal circles. She refuses to let that all go to waste just because one idiot can't keep his need to proposition pretty ladies to himself.
So. She needs a husband. Someone who is maybe not as involved in the business as Caroline, but who's uninterested in sharing his wife and whom Caroline can't afford to piss off. Bart is... admittedly, not the best at playing criminal, but he'll probably be able to pull off the rest, and he'll have her back if it goes south. Not to mention he can be there at a moment's notice.
They need rings to help sell the image, because while Caroline might discreetly not wear hers while conducting business, Handsy McFuckFace (not his actual name) needs proof that the marriage is real and this potential player in her business can be reasonably trusted to keep out of it. So Alicia Draper is going ring-shopping with her boyfriend, seeing as how if Timothea Drake-Wayne tried that, it would be all over social media within minutes. They're looking for tasteful but expensive, something that will be engraved to further sell the image that this is a marriage and not thrown together to solve an emergency.
"What about this one?"
So. She needs a husband. Someone who is maybe not as involved in the business as Caroline, but who's uninterested in sharing his wife and whom Caroline can't afford to piss off. Bart is... admittedly, not the best at playing criminal, but he'll probably be able to pull off the rest, and he'll have her back if it goes south. Not to mention he can be there at a moment's notice.
They need rings to help sell the image, because while Caroline might discreetly not wear hers while conducting business, Handsy McFuckFace (not his actual name) needs proof that the marriage is real and this potential player in her business can be reasonably trusted to keep out of it. So Alicia Draper is going ring-shopping with her boyfriend, seeing as how if Timothea Drake-Wayne tried that, it would be all over social media within minutes. They're looking for tasteful but expensive, something that will be engraved to further sell the image that this is a marriage and not thrown together to solve an emergency.
"What about this one?"
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Jan. 6th, 2023 11:34 pmGoing to see her little - well, not little - brother probably isn't a very good idea, honestly, but Tim's having difficulty thinking of good ideas. Under other circumstances, she'd enlist the help of herself, but it seems cruel to traumatize this younger self with knowledge of her life unless absolutely necessary. Jason, on the other hand - the trajectory of his life seems the closest to hers. Not exactly the same, thank god, but close enough that it fucking hurts to think about.
(Idly, she considers killing the Joker while she's here, but doing so cleanly would require more resources than she currently has on her. It's something to think about, anyway.)
Meeting him is... awkward. There's the usual need to confirm identity, of course, which she is more than willing to cooperate with. Occam's Razor and all that, she'd rule out every other possibility first if he'd showed up at her doorstep before accepting an accidental multiverse traveler. It's probably to her advantage that it would take an absolutely insane person to conceive of older little sister from a universe where she's the dead Robin as an effective method of infiltration.
Somehow, after that is the worst part. When she doesn't have to focus on proving her identity, there's nothing to distract her from noticing things. How big he's gotten. The changes to the way he moves. The shock of white hair that suggests trauma. Of course, she has her own tells - the most obvious of which is the Glasgow smile under her make-up - that she's sure he's taking in himself.
She swallows. "You really did have a growth spurt." Her Jason will be thrilled.
(Idly, she considers killing the Joker while she's here, but doing so cleanly would require more resources than she currently has on her. It's something to think about, anyway.)
Meeting him is... awkward. There's the usual need to confirm identity, of course, which she is more than willing to cooperate with. Occam's Razor and all that, she'd rule out every other possibility first if he'd showed up at her doorstep before accepting an accidental multiverse traveler. It's probably to her advantage that it would take an absolutely insane person to conceive of older little sister from a universe where she's the dead Robin as an effective method of infiltration.
Somehow, after that is the worst part. When she doesn't have to focus on proving her identity, there's nothing to distract her from noticing things. How big he's gotten. The changes to the way he moves. The shock of white hair that suggests trauma. Of course, she has her own tells - the most obvious of which is the Glasgow smile under her make-up - that she's sure he's taking in himself.
She swallows. "You really did have a growth spurt." Her Jason will be thrilled.
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Aug. 4th, 2022 08:20 pmIt starts with a stupid mistake in gym class. She's tired, and she's not paying as much attention as she should, and it ends in a softball to the face that gives her a nasty black eye. She's had worse, obviously. It's not a big deal, it's just very visible once the skin blossoms into a bruise. There's a paper trail for it for once, so she doesn't have to worry about hiding it from her dad, which should be a relief but somehow snowballs into fuck-up number two: dinner.
Jack's having one of his I should be a good dad moments, so he insists on eating dinner with her. Which is - it's fine. They order out, and he's drinking wine that apparently pairs very well with sushi or so he informs her, and for thirty minutes he's been chatting about recent archeology news and how well the business is doing and she thinks he's looked at her properly about three times the whole dinner and not once has he given any sign that he's noticed his daughter's left eye is practically swollen shut. And she doesn't know why, but something in her snaps, and the next thing she knows, she's picked up the bottle of wine that pairs so well with sushi and dropped it on the ground so that it smashes open and there's glass and wine splashing over her shoes.
After the yelling, she's locked in her room, her phone and all her electronics taken away. She's grounded, of course, and if she had an ounce of sense, she'd wait it out, but the same impulse that made her provoke her dad has her climbing out the bedroom window. There's no convenient tree branch she can climb down, so it's not a safe exit by any means, but she's Robin and even before she was Robin, she spent years sneaking around Gotham at night taking pictures of the Bats. It's practically nostalgic.
She really ought to be going to Wayne Manor, but somehow she finds herself getting out at a stop near Red Hood's territory and going for a walk. It's not the safest place to be having a near dissociative episode, but Jason is pretty good at making it clear minors are off-limits in his space so she supposes whatever part of her brain is currently in charge could have made a worse decision.
Jack's having one of his I should be a good dad moments, so he insists on eating dinner with her. Which is - it's fine. They order out, and he's drinking wine that apparently pairs very well with sushi or so he informs her, and for thirty minutes he's been chatting about recent archeology news and how well the business is doing and she thinks he's looked at her properly about three times the whole dinner and not once has he given any sign that he's noticed his daughter's left eye is practically swollen shut. And she doesn't know why, but something in her snaps, and the next thing she knows, she's picked up the bottle of wine that pairs so well with sushi and dropped it on the ground so that it smashes open and there's glass and wine splashing over her shoes.
After the yelling, she's locked in her room, her phone and all her electronics taken away. She's grounded, of course, and if she had an ounce of sense, she'd wait it out, but the same impulse that made her provoke her dad has her climbing out the bedroom window. There's no convenient tree branch she can climb down, so it's not a safe exit by any means, but she's Robin and even before she was Robin, she spent years sneaking around Gotham at night taking pictures of the Bats. It's practically nostalgic.
She really ought to be going to Wayne Manor, but somehow she finds herself getting out at a stop near Red Hood's territory and going for a walk. It's not the safest place to be having a near dissociative episode, but Jason is pretty good at making it clear minors are off-limits in his space so she supposes whatever part of her brain is currently in charge could have made a worse decision.
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Feb. 10th, 2016 10:39 amEver since Tim worked out (a) worked out Batman and Robin's identity and (b) realized that she could sneak out of the house at night without anyone noticing, she has a system. She keeps a bag packed with her camera, a bottle of water, and some snacks in case she gets hungry, and she has a set of dark-colored clothes, a nice warm jacket and shoes with a lot of grip for running around Gotham. When she gets to go out depends on who's at home with her that night. Tonight is really easy, because her parents are in the city but at a big party, and usually they go right to bed when they get home without checking on her.
She's gotten really good at analyzing patrol patterns based on current crime rates and past patrol routes. Bruce Wayne is supposed to be at the party tonight, so she heads to one of the most likely places Robin is going to go to tonight.
It's colder than she expected tonight, but that's okay. Tim finds herself a snug, semi-hidden place on a fire escape and settles in with her legs pulled up to her chest for warmth. All she has to do now is wait.
She's gotten really good at analyzing patrol patterns based on current crime rates and past patrol routes. Bruce Wayne is supposed to be at the party tonight, so she heads to one of the most likely places Robin is going to go to tonight.
It's colder than she expected tonight, but that's okay. Tim finds herself a snug, semi-hidden place on a fire escape and settles in with her legs pulled up to her chest for warmth. All she has to do now is wait.
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Jan. 27th, 2016 07:21 pmIt's not that she was actively trying to hide the whole 'emergency splenectomy' thing from her family. It's just that, once she got back to Gotham after her world tour, she immediately got dragged into more League business, and she didn't really have time to process it. She did consult Leslie about it and got set up with a prescription for antibiotics to get filled and have on hand, but an incidental side effect of her emancipated minor status is that, legally, even Bruce isn't supposed to have access to her medical records without Tim's express permission.
She just. Failed to mention it to anyone. It was passive hiding at best. Besides, bringing it up would mean talking about some of the stuff that happened during a period of time when most of the people she cared about thought she was having a psychotic break or something, and frankly, she'd rather not think about it.
It's the kind of secret that really only keeps until the first time she has to go to Alfred for anything major enough for a certain missing organ to become noticeable. (Or. Not noticeable, as the case may be.) So, given their rate of injury, a ticking time bomb, in other words.
It's a good thing the broken ribs she actually came in for are already making her seriously regret some life choices. Get a head start on that.
She just. Failed to mention it to anyone. It was passive hiding at best. Besides, bringing it up would mean talking about some of the stuff that happened during a period of time when most of the people she cared about thought she was having a psychotic break or something, and frankly, she'd rather not think about it.
It's the kind of secret that really only keeps until the first time she has to go to Alfred for anything major enough for a certain missing organ to become noticeable. (Or. Not noticeable, as the case may be.) So, given their rate of injury, a ticking time bomb, in other words.
It's a good thing the broken ribs she actually came in for are already making her seriously regret some life choices. Get a head start on that.
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Jun. 12th, 2015 08:17 pmIt's not an interesting event. Boring as hell, actually, and Tim might have spent the last hour or so trying not to let her attention glaze over entirely, but being here is one of the occupational hazards of being Bruce's adopted child. At least she has years' worth of practice from being the Drake daughter to call upon in her hour of need. (Several hours, technically, and she might be counting down the minutes until she can reasonably leave.)
And then it's... It feels almost like someone smashed her arm with a sledgehammer. There's noise and sensation and pressure but nothing quite connects, even when she looks down at her arm and sees she's bleeding through her stupidly expensive dress. For a second, she thinks - should've worn the Robin suit, and she turns to Bruce, ready to say something stupid about the cost-benefit analysis of high fashion versus body armor if she could only get her voice to work.
And then it's... It feels almost like someone smashed her arm with a sledgehammer. There's noise and sensation and pressure but nothing quite connects, even when she looks down at her arm and sees she's bleeding through her stupidly expensive dress. For a second, she thinks - should've worn the Robin suit, and she turns to Bruce, ready to say something stupid about the cost-benefit analysis of high fashion versus body armor if she could only get her voice to work.
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Jun. 6th, 2015 11:39 amThey actually have some relative peace and quiet. Ra's doesn't contact her, for once holding to his word. She spends most of her grounding working on designing a new identity and exploring some ideas for the Neon Knights Foundation. Going back to school is... a bit awkward after her long absence, but she had plenty of free time to catch up on the schoolwork. Zoanne and Ives are both a bit pissed off at her for her disappearing act, but they calm down a little when she tells them she had major surgery, with the medical alert bracelet for a compromised immune system to show for it. Ives is actually especially supportive, to the point where she sort of wonders why the hell she didn't talk to him earlier, minor breakdown notwithstanding.
So things are actually going really well when "Bruce Wayne" shows up to sign her out of classes. She's careful not to let any of the confusion or anger show on her face but the minute she can get away with it, she whispers a furious, "What the hell are you doing?"
Hush smiles at her genially and just says that he wants some bonding time with his kids, like that's a normal thing. She's just about ready to slip him and walk away when the plural hits her.
Damian's school lets out earlier than hers. "What did you do."
He slings an arm around her and guides her towards his car. Once the door's open, she can see that Damian's already in it, buckled in fastidiously and unconscious. The unnaturally pale tint to his skin tells her it's absolutely not a normal sleep, although the lack of apparent injury makes her think it's due to being drugged rather than violence. She wants to just grab the little demon brat and make a run for it, but she's not confident she can fight her way out of this with 84 pounds of unconscious hellspawn in her arms.
Hush's reminder that, as far as anyone knows, he's their legal guardian, and assurances that he just wants to talk (not to mention the clear threat that he's perfectly willing to drug her cooperation, too, or give the extra dose to Damian and god knows what that would do to the kid) just barely convince her not to make a scene yet. Instead, she sits stiffly next to Damian and keeps a finger on his pulse to monitor it for danger.
So. That's her day.
So things are actually going really well when "Bruce Wayne" shows up to sign her out of classes. She's careful not to let any of the confusion or anger show on her face but the minute she can get away with it, she whispers a furious, "What the hell are you doing?"
Hush smiles at her genially and just says that he wants some bonding time with his kids, like that's a normal thing. She's just about ready to slip him and walk away when the plural hits her.
Damian's school lets out earlier than hers. "What did you do."
He slings an arm around her and guides her towards his car. Once the door's open, she can see that Damian's already in it, buckled in fastidiously and unconscious. The unnaturally pale tint to his skin tells her it's absolutely not a normal sleep, although the lack of apparent injury makes her think it's due to being drugged rather than violence. She wants to just grab the little demon brat and make a run for it, but she's not confident she can fight her way out of this with 84 pounds of unconscious hellspawn in her arms.
Hush's reminder that, as far as anyone knows, he's their legal guardian, and assurances that he just wants to talk (not to mention the clear threat that he's perfectly willing to drug her cooperation, too, or give the extra dose to Damian and god knows what that would do to the kid) just barely convince her not to make a scene yet. Instead, she sits stiffly next to Damian and keeps a finger on his pulse to monitor it for danger.
So. That's her day.
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May. 22nd, 2015 06:25 pmRa's offered to put the League at her disposal. She could have used that against him, taken the opportunity to memorize his strongholds and bring him down. Maybe she should have; it would have given some point to this useless search she got herself into, looking for evidence that Bruce was alive. But she had Tamara Fox to think about, and, if she's being honest, she doesn't trust her own judgement right now.
(She was so sure. A part of her wants to just keep looking for the evidence she thought she could find, but - it doesn't exist. If it had, she would have found it. Her father's dead, again, and she can't bring Bruce back any more than she could have resurrected Jack.)
Instead, she bargains off what she knows to buy herself and Tam out of the entire mess. Tam can go back to her father and tell him that she brought back Timothea Drake-Wayne, and Tim... she goes home. Well. Assuming she can force herself to make the last few steps towards the Manor's entrance. It's more of a struggle than she'd like to admit to not turn around and go to a safe house to just lie low for a while, lick her proverbial wounds, but she supposes she's done enough running already.
(She was so sure. A part of her wants to just keep looking for the evidence she thought she could find, but - it doesn't exist. If it had, she would have found it. Her father's dead, again, and she can't bring Bruce back any more than she could have resurrected Jack.)
Instead, she bargains off what she knows to buy herself and Tam out of the entire mess. Tam can go back to her father and tell him that she brought back Timothea Drake-Wayne, and Tim... she goes home. Well. Assuming she can force herself to make the last few steps towards the Manor's entrance. It's more of a struggle than she'd like to admit to not turn around and go to a safe house to just lie low for a while, lick her proverbial wounds, but she supposes she's done enough running already.
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May. 19th, 2015 09:57 pmShe's on her own for this particular field trip, but that's perfectly fine by her. Tim works under Selina's shadow most of the time; as much as she respects Catwoman, it's nice to get out and work on her own every now and then. Especially when Keystone City decides to host an exhibition highlighting a somewhat eccentric jeweler who's come into vogue recently that primarily designs around cat's eye gems. It's like they're daring her to swoop in and snag a little something for herself.
So. She does. And the actual heist itself goes off beautifully. It's the getaway that's proving to be a problem, because there weren't supposed to be any Flashes active in the city tonight, but clearly that was faulty information because here she is, and here's a Flash.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to just pretend you didn't see me and go along your merry way?"
So. She does. And the actual heist itself goes off beautifully. It's the getaway that's proving to be a problem, because there weren't supposed to be any Flashes active in the city tonight, but clearly that was faulty information because here she is, and here's a Flash.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to just pretend you didn't see me and go along your merry way?"
