Upon the departure of both Ubu and Bruce, Tim longed to follow and assist. However, the blazing streets of the city of Gotham beckoned. It was never about the action, Tim had shed that childish sentiment long ago. No, it was about the people you save, and those you can't - how bittersweet. Those who were saved would find an eternal gratitude within themselves for their hero, yet those who were lost? Each life lost only contributed to an eternal struggle. Vigilantes operate on justice, and there is no justice in an otherwise preventable death. Tim's place was saving as much as he could from the apocalypse that was consuming Gotham.
Cass was nowhere to be seen so he had assumed she had went off to save as many as she could as well. There was a surprising ineptitude displayed tonight that had shocked Tim from some of his teammates. Perhaps stress had conquered them. With each hour that passed, Red Robin saved more and more. Buildings collapsed but he was keeping causalities to a minimum, and those who were hurt, he helped pull from the rubble. It was no shortly after he pulled a young boy from the rubble that he caught an act of sheer stupidity that was about to exacerbate the crisis. It was a large apartment block that had caught fire, but was seemingly sealed shut. He watched as the scarcely placed fire services were about to knock down the door. However, such a large influx of oxygen would only risk an explosion. Tim darted towards the block, screaming, "Stop!" However, they could not hear him. He felt his teeth grit as he threw several R shurikens towards the fire services. It was a gruesome tactic but their pain would prevent the deaths of many more. His black cape swathed through the flames as he parkoured throughout the building, saving many of the denizens and averting another disaster.
As dawn approached and fires began to somewhat yield, the destruction was apparent. Tim sat on top of one of the remains of Gotham's taller buildings and began to mull after having looked for any of the other Bat family members. He was without his comm and he felt something that he had not for a long time. It was expected of a Gotham youngster to deal with being alone, but not abandoned. Whether intentional or not, Steph had shown tonight that not only could Tim no longer count on her, but she was unable to show the compassion necessary when you're fighting alongside someone. You're not just fighting for your own life, you're fighting for theirs. If it wasn't for Cass, the two of them could have very well been slain by Deathstroke. His lack of success at finding any of the others left him wondering whether they were dead. It dared to cross his mind to return to the manor, to see the wreckage and wrath that the Demon's Head had wrought.
The injuries Tim had sustained he had somewhat tended to himself, but he had to pull himself back to the Batcave, for necessary supplies. Much to his surprise as he entered, he saw a majority of the family here - minus Steph and Cass, both of whom he knew were safe. He was joyed to see them alive, but his thoughts from earlier just prevented him from showing it. It was not bitterness, but he just felt numbness as he watched the scene. Alfred tending to wounds, Damian hugging d**k and Harper asking for his whereabouts. Actions speak a lot louder than words, and while they were sitting reconciling, Tim could have been dead. He announced himself coldly in response to Harpers question, "I'm alive. Steph and Cass are alive." A stern look bore across his face, but that was ordinary Tim. He had hoped that the others wouldn't bring it to question. "Glad to see you're alive." He said passingly to Damian as he drew closer to the supplies that Alfred had brought to the cave. He began to patch up his wounds. He took a deep breath - and the scent of iron was of such concentrate that Tim closed his eyes to focus on it. All that blood was a reminder. Never again would he allow himself to be put in this position. Trust was necessary, but utter trust was injudicious.
Cass was nowhere to be seen so he had assumed she had went off to save as many as she could as well. There was a surprising ineptitude displayed tonight that had shocked Tim from some of his teammates. Perhaps stress had conquered them. With each hour that passed, Red Robin saved more and more. Buildings collapsed but he was keeping causalities to a minimum, and those who were hurt, he helped pull from the rubble. It was no shortly after he pulled a young boy from the rubble that he caught an act of sheer stupidity that was about to exacerbate the crisis. It was a large apartment block that had caught fire, but was seemingly sealed shut. He watched as the scarcely placed fire services were about to knock down the door. However, such a large influx of oxygen would only risk an explosion. Tim darted towards the block, screaming, "Stop!" However, they could not hear him. He felt his teeth grit as he threw several R shurikens towards the fire services. It was a gruesome tactic but their pain would prevent the deaths of many more. His black cape swathed through the flames as he parkoured throughout the building, saving many of the denizens and averting another disaster.
As dawn approached and fires began to somewhat yield, the destruction was apparent. Tim sat on top of one of the remains of Gotham's taller buildings and began to mull after having looked for any of the other Bat family members. He was without his comm and he felt something that he had not for a long time. It was expected of a Gotham youngster to deal with being alone, but not abandoned. Whether intentional or not, Steph had shown tonight that not only could Tim no longer count on her, but she was unable to show the compassion necessary when you're fighting alongside someone. You're not just fighting for your own life, you're fighting for theirs. If it wasn't for Cass, the two of them could have very well been slain by Deathstroke. His lack of success at finding any of the others left him wondering whether they were dead. It dared to cross his mind to return to the manor, to see the wreckage and wrath that the Demon's Head had wrought.
The injuries Tim had sustained he had somewhat tended to himself, but he had to pull himself back to the Batcave, for necessary supplies. Much to his surprise as he entered, he saw a majority of the family here - minus Steph and Cass, both of whom he knew were safe. He was joyed to see them alive, but his thoughts from earlier just prevented him from showing it. It was not bitterness, but he just felt numbness as he watched the scene. Alfred tending to wounds, Damian hugging d**k and Harper asking for his whereabouts. Actions speak a lot louder than words, and while they were sitting reconciling, Tim could have been dead. He announced himself coldly in response to Harpers question, "I'm alive. Steph and Cass are alive." A stern look bore across his face, but that was ordinary Tim. He had hoped that the others wouldn't bring it to question. "Glad to see you're alive." He said passingly to Damian as he drew closer to the supplies that Alfred had brought to the cave. He began to patch up his wounds. He took a deep breath - and the scent of iron was of such concentrate that Tim closed his eyes to focus on it. All that blood was a reminder. Never again would he allow himself to be put in this position. Trust was necessary, but utter trust was injudicious.
