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WHEN: New Years' Night.
WHERE: Miscellaneous rooftops and alleyways.
WHAT: Tim goes on patrol.
WHO: Red Robin, Artemis, and anyone else who prowls the roofs at night is welcome to join.
The snow was starting to melt. It made running around on the rooftops a little warmer, but a lot more dangerous. That was probably part of the appeal. Tim still made nightly patrols, but they'd gotten shorter and shorter for months now -- after Jason left; after Cass vanished... crime wasn't high enough on the island for there to be much of a point. Maybe once a week, he stopped a mugging, but other than that, it had become just a quick, hour-long prowl, exercise and training and looking out to see if anything newer and stranger had taken over the island.
For the last week, he'd been out three or four hours every night. It wasn't that he needed to clear his head. Or at least, it wasn't just that.
There was someone else out here too -- and whoever it was didn't answer on the radio frequencies he shared with Steph and Torchwood. So every night, he made another try at this little game of cat and mouse -- bat and bird? -- trying to get a closer look.
WHERE: Miscellaneous rooftops and alleyways.
WHAT: Tim goes on patrol.
WHO: Red Robin, Artemis, and anyone else who prowls the roofs at night is welcome to join.
The snow was starting to melt. It made running around on the rooftops a little warmer, but a lot more dangerous. That was probably part of the appeal. Tim still made nightly patrols, but they'd gotten shorter and shorter for months now -- after Jason left; after Cass vanished... crime wasn't high enough on the island for there to be much of a point. Maybe once a week, he stopped a mugging, but other than that, it had become just a quick, hour-long prowl, exercise and training and looking out to see if anything newer and stranger had taken over the island.
For the last week, he'd been out three or four hours every night. It wasn't that he needed to clear his head. Or at least, it wasn't just that.
There was someone else out here too -- and whoever it was didn't answer on the radio frequencies he shared with Steph and Torchwood. So every night, he made another try at this little game of cat and mouse -- bat and bird? -- trying to get a closer look.
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She breathes a sigh of relief. "That's - actually really reassuring. If you were from my future, and - I wasn't there." She shrugs, uneasy. "Well, it's not the best thought."
Alternate universes, though, that's a weird one. There was an incident once that was rumored to be the Justice League from an alternate universe, but nobody ever figured out much about it and the Justice League didn't really talk about it. Alternate universes were a whole shenanigan-level up from the stuff her team dealt with.
Deals with. The stuff they deal with, present tense. "Okay, so, alternate universes. With that more or less out of the way - you said you work with someone, here? I don't need names, but I am interested in what you can safely tell me."
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After a moment, he pulls his hood back on.
"Well. One mystery solved. How about a night-time tour of the island? I'd call it a patrol, but..."
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She pulls out her crossbow and checks to make sure it's loaded with a grapple line.
"But yeah, that sounds fun. After you."