Tim Drake
17 May 2011 @ 01:55 pm
WHAT:  Log and actionspam for Persona kids and Batkids coming to rescue Tim.  Participation not required, but you should, because we love you.
WHEN & WHERE:  The Dark Hour, Monday night.

HERE GOES:

Tim's scent, once Teddie had tracked it down, had lead up to the rooftops. Making it from roof to roof was almost as challenging as fighting through the swarms of sinister, glaring Shadows that lurked there, more powerful and in far greater numbers than those down on the streets. Gothic, gargoyled skycrapers with baroque balconies and ledges finally gave way to the tilted, gabled roof of a Victorian mansion, and at last they found a projecting bay window, filled with massive panes of ornate stained glass, and a blue butterfly dancing in the air in front of it.

 

Inside, the mansion room was filled with opened secret passages – a bookcase opened to reveal a pair of firepoles, a stopped grandfather clock (which did not read midnight) leaned away from the wall, with a narrow spiral staircase behind it... there was a grand piano with three keys held down and a bust of Shakespeare tilted back to reveal a glowing red button inside it.

 

And there, pacing back and forth in the middle of the room, was Tim, as he had appeared on the television. A second Tim – exhausted, bruised and bloodied, wearing a rumpled tuxedo – looked up in surprise as they entered, but the fresher-looking version with the glowing golden eyes only smiled a knowing smile.

 

“About time you got here,” he said smugly. “Wouldn't it have been much easier to find this place if its existence weren't such a secret?


 
 
17 May 2011 @ 04:05 pm
 

PRIVATE, hackable )




I think I'm meant to make dinner, but I can't think of anything. I've exhausted my fairly small repertoire and I don't really want to go for repeats. Any suggestions? Just for two, tonight.