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Post by Timothy Drake on Aug 7, 2014 12:19:25 GMT
Tim had been anxious for something to do all day. School had been the same as usual for Tim today. He got done with most of his work pretty quickly, so when he had a lot of time left in the period he checked on the MMA and professional boxing match-ups for the next month, reading through police blotters for Gotham and Metropolis (and in the process being grateful he didn't live in the latter), and doodling an alternate version of his Robin get-up. As the final bell rang, he had to fight back a cheer. He simply uttered a quiet "**** yes" and placed his notebook back into his backpack. As he slung his bag over his shoulder and began to walk to the car that Wayne Industries usually sent to pick him up, he pulled out his phone and started a text to send to Bruce. Is there anything you need me for today Bruce? Besides the usual work? |
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 7, 2014 16:33:05 GMT
Bruce was in a meeting, and he was bored. None of this really mattered to him, if only because other people handled it for him all the time. Sure, he should learn, but there were more pressing things on his mind. He was coming close to getting at some important mafia members, and he had to focus on that so he could finish his job.
He picked up his phone and then set it under the table so he could text back without getting in the way of anything. No. He kept it brief. He didn't really like having the kid around. It was stupid and dangerous, but he couldn't risk the kid exposing him...
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Post by Timothy Drake on Aug 7, 2014 16:49:28 GMT
Tim waited impatiently in the back of the car, nearly jumping when he heard his phone go off. He resisted the urge to dig around in his pocket like a madman. Instead he slipped his hand into his blazer pocket, pulling out his phone and hitting the unlock button to read the text. No? Damn. Admittedly, Tim should have expected that; Bruce wasn't exactly thrilled by the concept of having him around. He got why, but Tim had always figured that if Batman worked alone for too long he might get reckless or make some mistake or, God forbid, went too far.
Tim sighed. He might as well at least show up for work still, so he started writing up a response. Alright. Do you need any coffee before I get there? I imagine you'd need something strong.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 7, 2014 17:16:42 GMT
He heard his phone buzz in his lap and looked down at it to read the message. He looked back up and listened for another minute or two before texting a response. Coffee's not strong enough. Well, that was the truth. He needed something stronger, much stronger, but getting drunk in a meeting wasn't a smart idea. Besides, he wanted to keep his wits about him for tonight, and any level of drinking might get to be too much.
He just couldn't risk it. If he wasn't going out tonight, sure, but no. Tonight he had too much to handle.
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Post by Timothy Drake on Aug 7, 2014 17:36:39 GMT
Tim stared at his phone for a moment, waiting for the telltale beep that signaled Bruce's response. He sighed and texted back. K. Be there soon.
Bruce was planning something, Tim could tell. He knew Bruce was good, better than he'd seen before, but he couldn't take on the world alone. Not that a martial artist who was good with a staff could change that, but at least he'd have a hand. He'd have someone tapping him on the shoulder and keeping him from jumping into the middle of a fight with the mafia on his own - though Bruce was surely smart enough not to do that right?
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 8, 2014 2:51:32 GMT
He ignored his phone after getting Tim's next message. He'd do his best to find a way to keep the kid busy, especially later. Or just find a way to tire him out somehow so he wouldn't want to come along. He could always try to convince Tim not to come, if he found out, but would he even listen?
Probably not. But this was dangerous, and he couldn't let a kid come along with him on something of this caliber. He wasn't going to have a dead kid on his conscious, and if he came, yeah, he'd probably die. Bruce wasn't even sure how he'd last.
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Post by Timothy Drake on Aug 8, 2014 11:27:40 GMT
Tim rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to figure out how to convince Bruce to let him come along on what was probably a suicide mission. He really couldn't force Bruce's hand unless he wanted to reveal Bruce's secret - and he didn't. Hell Bruce might have a plan of some kind, but that would need to be an airtight plan if he's doing something like... fighting the mob or something equally stupid.
The car pulled up in front of the building without Tim even realizing it. Whatever he planned on doing, he'd have to think fast. He grabbed his backpack from the floor of the car and stepped out, walking through the door to the main building.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 8, 2014 17:38:52 GMT
The meeting ended soon enough and Bruce was gone. He didn't stay around to ask any sorts of questions or anything, because he didn't know what to say or ask. He might come off sounding like an idiot if he did, but then again, leaving without saying much might also rub people the wrong way.
Oh well. Better to do that, he figured. He returned to his office with a stack of papers and put his phone aside. He started to sort through the documents for the time being, just trying to figure out what to do and what to pass off to someone else.
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Post by Timothy Drake on Aug 8, 2014 18:12:01 GMT
Tim walked into the building, hands in his pockets to look like he didn't want to be there. He maintained this posture as he walked over to the reception desk, smiling at the woman at the desk.
"Is Mr Wayne in his office?" Tim asked her in a polite yet aloof manner.
"He is in a meeting right now Tim, but I guess you could wait up there."
"Thanks" he said, before waking to the elevator in the same manner. Maybe if he got there first he could go through his office? Or Tim could at least grab his suit from where he kept it, and then try and find a way to follow Bruce.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 8, 2014 18:55:05 GMT
Bruce picked up his office phone, "My meeting is over." he informed his secretary. He set the phone back on the receiver as he pulled the paperwork apart. He left some on his desk and went out to place the rest on another desk so that it would be dealt with.
Bruce returned to his office and sat down. He pulled out a small earpiece and put it in, tuning something in his desk to the police frequency. He needed to keep up to date on things, especially what the police had to say. He needed to see if anything changed.
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Post by Timothy Drake on Aug 8, 2014 21:14:34 GMT
Before Tim went to the top floor to meet with Bruce he stopped two floors below it. He walked up to the bathrooms closest to the elevator, which had a trashcan between the two doors. He moved the bag back and retrieved a black cloth package that had been taped to the inside of the bin. He really needed to find a better place to put it, he thought as he slipped off his backpack and put it in. Note to self; tape Robin gear to the underside of my mattress. That way I can just grab my gear and go.
With that done he retreats back to the elevator, heading to the top floor.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 9, 2014 0:47:15 GMT
Bruce had a paper map lying before him on the desk, with various marks made all over it. From police chatter and his own ventures out, this was his guide to some mafia positions and places of interest. He looked at the various crossed out spaces, which was where he had intervened, and now the police had under control.
They were running out of places to go. Soon he'd have them acting far too desperate, so he had to make a different move soon. He had to take out the head, most likely. That seemed like the best approach to keep the crossfire to a minimum in the meantime.
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Post by Timothy Drake on Aug 9, 2014 2:26:02 GMT
Once Tim realized that the elevator was empty, he looked through his gear. His costume, staff, and voice changer were all there as well as his belt. His bracers and boots were there, so at least he had his grappling hooks, but his utility belt was light in regards to equipment. He had one can of gel that he was surprised Bruce never used, only about five batarangs Bruce had to spare, a tracker linked to his phone, and about seven tiny smoke bombs. Tim figured that he wouldn't be able to stock up, so he shrugged and shoved it all back into his bag.
Tim walked into Bruce's office like noting happened. "Afternoon Bruce."
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 9, 2014 23:36:50 GMT
Bruce looked up at him, keeping his calm. He didn't want Tim to see his map or his work, so he nodded, "Good afternoon Tim," he said, trying to keep his annoyance at bay. His annoyance for both being interrupted (although that was his own fault for not finishing before Tim was arriving, fully knowing Tim was on his way), and at Tim being here in general. But he couldn't do much about that...
He picked up some papers from the corner of his desk and paged through them, setting a few down so as to obscure the map. He made three piles and held two documents out, "Can you make copies of these? I need to send them elsewhere, and I'm busy with these other documents."
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