E-every breath you take?! [incomplete]

[notlikeanyone]

WHO: Robin III, Batgirl, Odysseus.
WHERE: In the streets nearish Iron Man's tower.
WHEN: 17 March during the mutant attacks.
WARNINGS: Violence. ... And Slade, so you know, creepery.
SUMMARY: Odysseus posted video to the network, Tim flipped out, punched a mirror, then calculated his location and decided to kick his ass. So he calls Batgirl because she's awesome and he's not stupid, okay.
FORMAT: Quickpara or whatever we want.


Tim flipped open the Titans-only communicator that Slo-Bo had made and tuned to a specific frequency as he made his way through the streets. He was mostly avoiding the attackers, only taking them down when he had to - he had a feeling he'd need to save his strength, and get to his location fast besides.

"Batgirl. Meet me at..." he paused, then rattled off co-ordinates for an upcoming rooftop. "Quickly, please."

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[insilencespeak.livejournal.com]

"Coming." Her voice answered from the communicator, unquestioning of his request.

Organization could wait. Though minutes may have felt like hours, she arrived quickly, suggesting she'd been out and about when she received the message.

[notlikeanyone]

When she arrived, Tim nodded, clearly agitated and eager to get moving again. But he waited long enough to tell her what was going on.

"There was a video post, a man fighting with a flaming bo-staff. It was - the one who kept me captive." Further explanation of why they were going after him was unnecessary. "Tracked his location from the video."

And apparently that was where Tim's patience wore out, because he began moving again, swinging off and - well, he hoped Batgirl would follow.

[insilencespeak.livejournal.com]

That much verbal explanation was unnecessary, but she accepted it as part of his agitation, and followed Tim swiftly.

In her mind, she replayed the video, picking up again the occasional nuance of emotion from the man's stance. Triumph. Taunting.

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

Just a few blocks away, Slade was finishing off yet another of the creatures the HIVE had deigned to send them. Ridiculous, really, he thought, watching as the flames died down to nothing but ashes. Why go through the trouble of engineering such monstrosities if they were so easily destroyed?

Slade withdrew the bo staff, faint movement along the periphery of his vision causing him to turn - two figures rapidly approaching from the direction of Iron Man's lab, one of them immeditately recognizable. He smiled.

And then he was moving, shadows folding over him as he disappeared from view. If they wanted to find him, they'd have to work for it.

Now...let the games begin.

okay srsly i just dunno what... to put @_@ have introspection about shadows?

[notlikeanyone]

Following someone who disappeared into shadows - or tried to - was nothing new for Tim, the act of disappearing like that practically a language in its own right among the people Batman had trained, though the social nuances of stepping into and out of darkness were more of a skill by accident than by design. Maybe it just came with the job, maybe it was something that became innate for them all because of having to deal with Batman's own special breed of social nuance - or practical stonewalling, as it were.

Whatever the case, Tim could read the actions of the figure - Odysseus - clearly enough. A taunt, baiting them. He wasn't afraid to follow, but he'd be cautious. There was no room to underestimate the enemy and make mistakes. So he headed into the shadows carefully, letting the lenses in his mask do their work, and on edge - alert for an ambush of any kind, for any sign of where Odysseus was, anything.

awesome!!

[insilencespeak.livejournal.com]

Batgirl increased her stride, moving out but keeping Robin in sight. When spurred to action, her words mind took a backseat, letting everything come in naturally as her first language, movement. And she was, in the back of her mind, overcome with sense memory: playing hide and seek (or really, hide and ambush) as a child just like this with him (surely 'father' wasn't the right word), breathing silent, senses focused wholly on the environment. Waiting for him to spring.

hurr hurr *lights up Tim and Cass's lives*

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

They were coming. He didn't need to hear or see them to know they were - he simply knew, instincts he'd honed over years of training and dealing with situations like this one kicking into high gear. Of course, Slade understood that he wasn't dealing with amateurs - that much had been made clear while he'd held Robin captive. However, since he wasn't here to win, that took the pressure off of him and left it entirely on them. They would try to bring him to justice, to punish him for the wrong they believed he had done. At the end of the day, though, there was no doubt in Slade's mind that he would emerge from this to fight another day.

It was no reason to be careless, though, so Slade also proceeded carefully, keeping his own movements smooth, efficient, and silent. Then, once he was a certain ways in, he paused, letting them catch up, already planning the next phases of this merry chase out in his mind.

Thus, when they rounded the next corner, he would be waiting for them in plain view at the end of a narrow alleyway. He said nothing when he saw them, merely smiled under his mask as he lifted a finger and pointed at Robin - the same gesture he'd used the first time the Boy Wonder had awoken all those weeks ago.

Then, without some much as a shift in stance, a torrent of fire appeared from nowhere, streaking towards Robin and Batgirl with preternatural speed.

[notlikeanyone]

Tim knew that there would be something coming when they were able to catch up with Odysseus - or rather, when he saw that the man was waiting for them. He would have been better prepared if the gesture - the familiar gesture of the pointing - hadn't sent a shivering surge of disgust through him, making his throat tight for a second. But there was nothing like a wave of fire heading rapidly towards oneself to restore focus.

He wasn't eager to test the fireproofing of his cape and uniform against this attack if he could help it, so he jumped over it, throwing a couple of batarangs at Odysseus as he did so, and hoping to land safely on the other side.

[insilencespeak.livejournal.com]

As for Batgirl, she dove and rolled beneath, effectively switching sides with Robin as she came to her feet. This Odysseus was as stoic as Batman and spare in his actions, but it didn't impede her ability to read his intention to attack. The helmet would prevent her from picking up nuances of emotion, but she wasn't really interested in that right now. She charged ahead, conscious of the batarangs Robin had sent before her as she attempted to close the distance for attack.