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[trainingwing.livejournal.com]

WHO: trainingwing, tiniest_tim, and deadredbird
WHERE: A fire escape
WHEN: Late Monday night
WARNINGS: Miniature batangst.
SUMMARY: Two small, misplaced Robins. One large, scary bat god regular old vigilante.
FORMAT: Whatevs



Two days in and they’re almost out of sandwiches already. Unless Tim’s hiding one, somewhere.

He’s trying not to let the tension show; trying not to let him see Robin rattled. But they’re running out of time to do this without a plan, and he figures Tim’s probably a smart enough kid to know that already.

It’ll come to him, just like it always comes to Batman. In the meantime, he’ll dangle his feet off the side of the fire escape while he munches the stale bread and thinks.

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[trainingwing.livejournal.com]

"The costume’s fine," he says it quick and casual, and maybe Jason will know enough to let it slide. He hasn’t answered yet to Dick. Hasn’t given up on that last bit of anonymity.

But he falls in on the other side of Jason, taking the opportunity to study his face in more detail. Definitely nobody he recognizes. "Who taught you to throw like that?"

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

"... it's not fine, unless you're going to hang out on rooftops all day." Which, Jason is reluctant to acknowledge, is probably going to happen. He also looks annoyed at the question but he just said he would answer them. He'd just meant questions about the situation, not him.

"Someone like Batman. Someone Batman doesn't meet until you're older." It's not a good or bad lie, really, it's said with the exact impatient carelessness as every other answer he's given.

[tiniest-tim.livejournal.com]

"But there's nobody like Batman," Tim pipes up, wide-eyed and just a little too on the defensive side of incredulous for someone who doesn't even know Batman. He catches himself with a quiet "um" and looks down at the ground. He really needs to keep quiet and let them sort it out between themselves, as much as his stomach had approved of the idea of getting something more to eat than sandwiches.

He kind of wanted to go somewhere warm and sit down on actual furniture and rest, too, but he'd go wherever Robin decided was best. He had to treat it like an adventure, because it really was, seeing a strange city from the rooftops and back streets with Robin right there. It was just... that it was also tiring, and a little scary. But that didn't mean he should side with Jason instead of Dick, no way.

[trainingwing.livejournal.com]

"You gotta know the other Robin somehow," still peering up at Jason, frowning a little more discerningly. "So maybe you know Batman too."

It's probably as close as he'll edge to the question of whether or not Jason knows Bruce's name while Tim's in earshot, and part of him is still a little afraid of the answer. He's not sure what to do - what Bruce would do about meeting someone from the future or another universe or any place if it means he knows all the important bits already.

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Jason gives Tim a 'quiet, you' look, though it's not really serious. It's just easier to deal with than Dick's scrutiny.

"Yeah, I've worked with him before," he says neutrally, frowning back. "But I don't have him on speed dial or anything, so if Carrie didn't get him, I won't be able to either. Can we just... get you some clothing now?"

[tiniest-tim.livejournal.com]

Tim winces slightly, but he still mutters - to the ground, stubbornly - "Carrie said she didn't even know where we were."

He feels like this is important to mention, at the very least so Dick can reiterate to Jason that not only has no-one told them anything, they've pretty much lied to them - even if it is going to get him in trouble.

[trainingwing.livejournal.com]

"Not just that," - and maybe saying it this way is more than a little bit vindictive - "She told us she knew us already even though nobody knew her. Like we wouldn’t know something was up."

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

"Well, congratulations, Sherlock. You caught her." It's more dry than sarcastic, but clearly Jason doesn't think much of their deduction. "This city is basically where New York should be, but it's just called the City. I didn't decide on it so don't tell me how stupid that is, I know. I'm guessing she didn't want to bother explaining because it's not like it really matters if you know or not, you'll be gone in a few days..."

Hopefully.

[tiniest-tim.livejournal.com]

"You know her so well, you ask her. Why she didn't call anybody, either." Tim frowns, a little put out at Jason's dismissiveness of their deduction. He - tries not to sulk, really, but still just scuffs his foot against the ground and looks down.

[trainingwing.livejournal.com]

"He's saying it just doesn't make any sense," and it's weird to be the one trying for diplomacy. He eyes Tim across Jason's hip and looks for his gaze. Don't mess this up.

"What do you mean we'll be gone in a few days?"

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

All things considered, Jason doesn't seem any more annoyed than he already was. "This has happened before." He explains, because that's what he assumes is happening. "It happened to me, but it gets fixed. You'll go back to your world and your time eventually. As for Carrie... fine, I don't know, I don't know what goes on in her head."

Okay, so maybe there was a little suspicion-paranoia leaking out there. He modulates his voice. "But she's a friend of yours, usually. She's like Robin. Just maybe not as well trained yet. It would really be best if you guys went back to the Tower."

[tiniest-tim.livejournal.com]

Tim bites his bottom lip, stamping down on the urge to say he doesn't belong at the Tower. It doesn't matter if he does or not, he's going to follow Dick - unless he can find somewhere safe to stay while Dick is out on the rooftops fighting crime, anyway. And maybe that really is the Tower, if it isn't as dark and creepy as it seemed when they first showed up.

He focuses on the thought that this isn't permanent, and he'll get to go home and see his parents. That's something worth keeping silent over.

[trainingwing.livejournal.com]

There’d been nothing in Carrie’s behavior to indicate anything that he’d’ve thought really qualified as a friendship, but it's probably not really worth arguing the point with Jason anymore. "So I’m friends with her and she knows Batman. And you know Batman," He counts the points on his fingers, just to be sure.

"I guess it couldn’t hurt to take a tour around the headquarters. If you want to show us the setup or something." It’s not as if they'd had any real trouble walking right out before when they wanted to.