Summary:Speedy and Robin team up and meet up. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Robin crashes through the window and lands on the fire escape, groaning a bit and shaking broken glass out of his cape. He'd chased this particular gang member into a tenement building only to find that he had friends, lots of them. He did pretty well for himself, but still, numbers matter and he's too far away from his usual bat allies. He's going to have to go this one on his own.
"I'm fine. I'll be fine. This is fine," he mutters to himself, a trickle of blood from his forehead as he draws a set of throwing darts and flings them into the window to a litany of yowls.
*THWIP* *PSHHHT* *THWIP*
Speedy heard the crash of the glass not a-mile away, but just a building away. Just a few moments ago, she was hunting the same thugs in the same area, but someone had gotten to them first. Someone who appeared to be in a little bit of trouble. So she unhooked the bow from her back and..
A scream could be heard from the area of where the men are. More screams. She ziplines down the building at an awkward scale, one that puts her onto the back of one of the henchmen. Bow tossed into the ground as a hand to hand melee begins. Fist to throat. Knee to groin. Punch to kidneys. Kick to belly.
The young archer was a flurry of fists, even going so far as to do a flying leap to capture thighs around a mans chest to bring him down. And then the punches start. Punches that are never ending. Face. Throat. Face again. And with each punch a look of rage crosses her masked fast, which is slowly becoming bloody from the raised fist and bloodspray.
Robin slips back into the window, preparing to wade into the fight, only to discover he's not alone. He watches in frank amazement as the young female vigilante just beats a bloody swathe through the gang members, teeth and blood spatter flying all over as she cuts loose.
Not what he expected, but he'll take it.
He digs in himself, taking on a few, twisting limbs, elbowing people in the throat, just generally hitting hard, although not quite as ruthlessly or savagely as Speedy. Still, the gang's starting to get the sense that they're outmatched and the exhilirated dominance of only moments before is starting to crumble into fear…
Sure, while Robin was fighting she could easily have let up. But she didn%<u2019>t. The man she was beating upon even tried to block her. Reaching up to pull her hair to tug her back, but she kept on. Doesn%<u2019>t matter that he tore a little bit out of her scalp and held on for dear life. Speedy was lost in that blood-lusted zone that she nearly couldn%<u2019>t pull herself out of. It wasn't until all was quiet, the man she was atop of was reduced to whimpers. "Oh.." She mutters quietly, slowly rising from her hunkered state, her fingers snapping as she points to the rest of them and snarls, "Get out of here if you know what's good for you!" Dominance? Fucking right.
Robin watches the bloodthirsty display with a mixture of concern and respect. He knew he had a hard time as a not-so-huge young guy in fighting these kind of battles. He imagined it was even harder for a girl. Still, wow, that was…pretty brutal.
"Yeah. What she said!" he says, raising a fist and sending the remainder scattering. He manages to find the original gang member in the pile of unconscious and put cuffs on him, a knee in the small of his back, "Was it worth mugging that old lady now? No? Yeah, I didn't think so."
Speedy looks back towards the young man, a smirk drawing upon her lips, her hands clenching and unclenching to work out the pain. She brushes her hair back behind her, then approaches the two, only to veer off to grab her compound bow from the ground to snap it against her back. "Those people are the worst." She mutters to herself, now gathering and collecting her items. Arrows in the bricks? Yanked out, stuck into place. "You often come out without Batman?" Wasn't a snide question, but hey! It was pretty concerning.
Tim Drake flexes his hands, feeling his knuckles a bit sore inside of his gauntlets, "Yup. I eat my own meals and drive my own car, too," he teases, "Part of having allies is that you can cover more of the city at once. I'm his partner, not his lackey," he says, although he seems good-natured enough about it, his black hair a bit spiky. "Robin," he says, offering his hand in greeting.
"Wasn't saying you needed a chaperone." She grins, finally tugging her hood up into place as she draws herself closer. "Not saying you're a lackey. More like side-kick. I always that you bat types were like that, you know. Side-kickery and shit." As he offers his hand, she reaches out to grasp his, pulling him a little bit closer so that her reach wasn't that far. "Speedy. Nice to meet you."
Tim Drake grins, "I wasn't taking offense, I promise," he says, measuring his grip against hers. Of course, she works a bow, so her grip might be a little bit stronger even than his. "Speedy, huh? Pretty accurate. You move fast,' he says. "I am a sidekick, I guess, but I do plenty on my own, too. Believe me, it's a good thing having Batman watching your back," he says, regarding her with a wary respect.
"Thanks." Is all she could really say. When she's coming down off of a blood-lusty high, it was hard to hold a conversation. Perhaps the way that she refuses to let go of his hand was a little bit telling. And a tad bit possessive. "I'm sure." She says, her words nearly slurring, but.. she does manage to let him go and clears her throat. "I work with Green Arrow." She mutters out. "Sometimes. But.. it feels great to be alone." She frowns, then glances around. "Did you call the cops yet?"
Tim Drake nods, "I've heard of him," he says. "I know what you mean. It's good to have friends, but sometimes there's a bit more thrill in proving it yourself," he says. He can tell she's a bit agitated, although he's not sure precisely why. "Ummmmmmmmm…no, not yet. I got too caught up in the chase. Let me do that and then we'll clear out before the authorities make their presence known," he says.
He taps a button on his mask and says aloud, "911, standard anonymous tip, give current GPS location."
Speedy watches him, her grin growing wide as she gives a slight approving nod. "Cool." She tilts her head to the left, heading in the direction of where the other guys went. "We should probably get out of here." And of course, where one would rush, she just walks. As.. awkward as everything was, she was grateful for the company. "Uh. Oh. Sorry back there." She gestures. "Got carried away."
Tim Drake moves to catch up with her, the two of them heading down the stairs, costumes and all. No reason to do too much rooftop leaping if you don't have to, "I, uh, have a car a couple blocks away if you need a ride," he says. "That's okay. I admit, you were…pretty ferocious out there. Adrenaline and everything, huh?" he says.
"Sure." She says quietly. "Though I don't know about getting into cars with strangers." She was obviously kidding! If he couldn't tell, the laughter in her voice would make it clear. Still, she was actually coming down from that little high, her arms now folded about her chest as she holds up her hand to peer around the edges to make sure they were clear. "Yeah, it was adrenaline. Sometimes it gets the best of me. Narrow focus and all. Maybe that's why I should probably just stay around the Arrow for a while yet. You got a backseat?"
Tim Drake nods, "Nothing like getting experience under your belt," he nods. "Ummmmmmmmmm…yeah, but you don't have to sit back there, you can ride up in the passenger seat, I think that'd be fine," he says. They make it to the street and he leads around the corner to a shiny compact sports car, hitting a button on his belt, "Redbird Unlock," he says, his voice recognized and the doors unlatching and lifting up on the sides.
"I don't want to sit in the back! I just don't want to lean against my bow." She laughs. "You're not a taxi service.." Though, once she gets to the car, now she was going to think about where to get dropped off. As the doors lift upright, she removes her quiver and bow, tossing them into the back seat before she slides in. "Not bad.." She murmurs, looking around at the interior to refrain from pressing any buttons. "Red Robin eh? Yum yum?" Now she was being an ass.
Tim Drake has heard that one before, "Yeah, yeah. Even worse, I actually like their burgers, although I prefer Big Belly if I'm honest," he says, dropping the doors and latching them in place. "Anywhere in particular I can take ya?" he asks, putting the car into gear and zipping off down the street long before the sirens arrive. "And I know I'm not a taxi but it's only chivalrous to offer a lady a ride home, even if you know she can beat the hell out of any bad guys all on her own."
That didn't sound like a bad idea. Getting burgers. Or something to eat. But.. dressed as she is, did she really want someone to know her identity, even if they're a good guy? "Big Belly is always the best, to be honest. Though lets go one more and say Wendy's. I hear they make them fresh. Really good, especially with tons of bacon." God, she really -was- hungry. But.. where was she going to go? "I.. don't know." She admits. "I left my bike at .. " She coughs. "Anyways, I just took off walking. So, somewhere far from here, I can get back alright." She does blush, but she stares out the window to hide the red in her cheeks.
Tim Drake grins, "It's okay, I've done that. It's good to have a GPS tracker to attach just in case. Especially if you get concussed, it can make it hard to remember. I can, uh, help you install one on your bike sometime if you need," he says. The local Big Belly is used to Robin pulling up in costume so he's not shy about it, just driving up, "Order whatever you want," he says. He presses a few buttons on the dash, entering in a code and cash slides out. Is that…a built in ATM machine?!?
Oh. It was like that! He drove right up to Big Belly and.. well, she was just impressed. In fact, watching him take money out of his.. what? "Uh.." What? She was just flabbergasted! Flummoxed! "Sure.. I.. do not know what the hell I want. Uh.. get me what you get and.. can I have this car? I mean, everything about this car. I want it."
Tim Drake grins, "Batman likes to make sure we stay prepared. And it's not like I can use a debit card with my mask on," he says. He just orders a jumbo Sack O' Beef which has six cheeseburgers, plus a couple of fries and chocolate shakes, "Green Arrow's gotta give you some good stuff. You've got like…super arrows and things, right?"
"Well yeah, but nothing as cool as this." Too bad Thea didn't see what numbers he punched in. She would have gotten herself a nice twenty dollars for her troubles. "Sure, my bike is all tricked out with compartments but.." She shakes her head. "Maybe I'll take that GPS after all." She couldn't help but laugh, all the while helping with the bags which she sets into her lap. Immediately she begins to dig, pulling out a burger and wasting no time to eat. Being a sidekick ain't easy. It's a taxing job!
Tim Drake knows that all too well. He drives for a while and eventually finds a quiet parking garage, the kind that isn't active after hours, pulling up to the third floor and taking into park. They'll only get interrupted if someone else is doing something shady, like a drug deal or turning people into turtle mutants or something.
He takes his own burger, unwrapping it and taking a bite, "It's no problem. I'm good with computer stuff," he says after he swallows. "Regular folk superheroes have to stick together. WEll, I mean…I don't have any superpowers. Maybe you do?"
"Mm.nuh.." She says in between bites. This guy? He was such a sweetheart. "I died." She blurts out, but she's quiet after, setting her burger down in her lap. "I mean, everyone does! I saw something heartbreaking and I died inside." She tries to cover, but it was pretty, pretty bad. "I'm going to get out right here. This place looks good. You alright?"