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Report | 08/16/2011 9:37 pm

Crimson Robin

[[ DX ]]

Report | 08/16/2011 9:03 pm

Crimson Robin

[[Stop stealing my girlfriend, brat. XDD]]

Report | 08/16/2011 8:53 pm

Eyes Up Here

Happy birthday sweetie ^^

Report | 08/16/2011 12:05 am

Eyes Up Here

I match your hilarious song with one of my own. ^^

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJQU22Ttpwc&feature=mh_lolz&list=FLd6M1op7d4Pk

Report | 08/15/2011 11:09 pm

Crimson Robin

Tim stumbled slightly as he was pulled in, all too quickly regaining his composure adrenaline coursing through him. Amateur mistake. His emotions, fear, rage...were clouding his judgement. If he continued along this route both him and Damian were going to end up as once living sculptures. Not exactly his ideal way to end this. His blue eyes narrowed slightly, watching as the madman cut the thick cable effortlessly, immediately charging toward him brandishing a fresh blade. Big mistake. Expertly Tim flicked his wrist, the end of his staff colliding with the man's sternum an audible crack filling the room—indicating at least one broken bone. Using his own momentum against him he pushed the staff down, sweeping his feet out from beneath him. Unfortunately, he had not accounted for the location of the razor sharp blade-- the scalpel digging into his thigh nearly nicking the femoral artery. Another amatuer mistake.

”I do not give up so easily.” Tim panted, taking a moment to catch his breath, bracing himself once more. ”I am not leaving here without Robin... Within the blink of an eye the bo staff had crushed his hand with an impossibly loud crack, forcing his fingers to unclench from the blade as they turned a sickly shade of purple. ”And it is going to be hard to make your “art” without use of your hands...

Report | 08/15/2011 10:18 pm

Eyes Up Here

Yea, he made me join. But I love it here. You are all so nice! Especially you. We are gonna get along just swell. ^^

Report | 08/15/2011 5:07 pm

Tiger9616

( LOL that is ok brat bird I have one of you as neko)

Report | 08/15/2011 4:42 pm

Crimson Robin

[[here you are. a bit longer]]

Tim looked into those cold, nearly black eyes a scowl spreading across his face. All of his research had lead him to the identity of this disgusting man.... though in person he was even more chilling than he had anticipated. A slight tremor ran up Tim's spine, his hands clenching tighter on his staff, knuckles turning white as he did so. Those empty, soulless raven eyes were the worst part about him. Soon enough he followed the simple instructions of stepping away from Damian-- allowing Tim's eyes to fall upon him for the first time.

The sight made him draw back slightly, his stomach immediately knotting up. From where he stood he could see deep, scarlet gashes in the young boy's skin, blood pooling around him if just slightly. It was just like Jason. He did not listen, charged in head first without regard. This time though, he was not sure that Bruce would be able to handle the loss, and he was unsure he could help him cope. Jason was his ward. Damian is his son. It completely caught him off guard for a moment, the vigilante clearing his brain and turning his attention back to the homicidal freak.

Stay calm. Do not let rage fuel you-- it would make you sloppy and weak. Damian does not need you acting impulsive. Quick, efficient, and careful. That was his thought process before his free hand gripped at his belt, pointing his grapnel gun at the man's shoulder and shooting it off. The thick hook dug into his flesh, Tim wasting no time in pulling roughly, watching the man fumble to the ground. ”Too bad they are not going to let you have any of your disgusting art in Arkham”.

Report | 08/15/2011 3:46 pm

Crimson Robin

[[Alright. Will probably talk ta you soon.]]

Report | 08/15/2011 3:30 pm

Crimson Robin

[[ WHY YOU NO ON MESSENGER? Weird that for once I get to say that to you. XDDD]]

Report | 08/15/2011 6:48 am

Crimson Robin

Tim was ever alert, making note of each and every small movement or glimmer from the shadows, most of the time seeing nothing more than fleeting rats. He really really hoped the stubborn child would heed his advice and stay put.... not wanting to have to chase him through the abandoned building...especially not when a homicidal madman who delighted in torturing young victims was on the loose. For once, he wished for the boy to embrace the league's training and stay silent and lethal for his own defense. Though, somehow he knew that would not be the case...if only because Red Robin had been the one to tell him. After venturing for several moments a rancid mixture of blood and rotting meat began to fill his senses... he was finding himself closer and closer to the killer's playhouse. Still, no sign of Damian. That was until he came upon a macabre room, a dim, flickering light illuminating images of the killer's multiple victims. Some from newspaper articles...others clearly self developed. He gulped slightly, sneaking inside and stepping upon...something. His gaze fell, looking down at Robin's utility belt smashed into pieces. No, that was not good.

A deep, husky chuckle caught his attention, gripping a disc in his hand before sneaking forward, following the sound of the killer's voice. Upon reaching a second door way he peered in silently, watching as he discarded a now empty syringe in favor of a scalpel. No. Not on his watch he wouldn't. Quickly and accurately he tossed the Robin Disc, the blade falling from his hand to the floor. ”Funny thing about birds. We usually come in flocks.,” Tim's smooth voice murmured, blue eyes glaring at the man as he gripped his staff, ready to take the man down. ”Step away from Robin, now.

Report | 08/14/2011 3:24 pm

Crimson Robin

Without hesitation Tim directed his attention toward his GPS, searching the screen for a few moments before locating Damian's location. It was not far from his stake out, as a matter of fact he resided in the building just beside his own current location. For a few moments he remained silent, formulating a quick plan to come to the young Robin's aid-- not wanting to rush in without considering a few contingencies. ”Keep your guard up, and stay put Robin. I am on my way.” For what could be the first time the homunculus seemed to be showing emotion, at least, for the first time he could recall. It was cause for alarm, pushing the young vigilante to move faster.

Quickly he staked out the area once more, gliding to the ground and entering the warehouse. His hawk like blue eyes scanned the area, checking for any sign of movement, or even life. The thick, metallic scent of blood nearly blinded his senses for a moment, a wave of adrenaline rushing through him. Why did Damian not listen to him? Sure he messed up adding him to his Hit List... but he had tried time and time again to move past that..... shaking his head as if to rid the thoughts he continued forward, being careful to remain enshrouded in shadows.

Report | 08/13/2011 11:49 am

Crimson Robin

[[ Promise, kept. Sorry it is not that long]]

Being silent, Tim managed to stake out the rooftop of a large warehouse, double checking all his calculations. Yes, this was it… All of the murders that had been happening around Bludhaven and Gotham circled this location. This was more than likely his main base of operations…. Now it was a matter of playing the waiting game, being alert, and taking this guy down before he had an opportunity to hurt anyone else. However, the element of surprise worked both for and against him, as the sound of Damian’s voice could be heard through his communicator. What caught his attention more so than anything though was the fact that he called him Red Robin rather than Drake. Something he did only when outside the security of the bat cave.

Instantly his blue eyes began to search the darkness, not seeing anything that stood out. No movement, no light… Where the hell was he? Hesitantly he pressed the link on his communicator, hawk like eyes still scanning the pathways below. ”Robin. I told you to stay in the cave. Where are you? Are you confident that you are alone?" There was a bit of nerves apparent in his voice, though he managed to keep his voice cool and level. ”Turn on your locator. I will be there shortly…"

Report | 08/13/2011 9:46 am

Crimson Robin

[[Will have a response for you soon. Promise]]

Report | 08/11/2011 7:35 pm

Crimson Robin

((There you go, oh impatient one. XDDD ))

Tim sped off quickly, weaving through what little traffic was still peppered on the roads at this late hour. Thankfully, most of the civilians in both Gotham City and Bludhaven knew better than to be out at night. They would be much safer tucked neatly into their beds, most of the time anyway. Tim would remain blissfully unaware that Damian decided to ignore his warning and instead following his trail. Why would he? Damian would use any excuse to get away from him....His leaving should have resulted in little more than the brat rejoicing.

The motorcycle was driven into an alleyway the engine being cut and Tim hoping off. Quietly he pulled out a small tablet like device, looking over the screen and double checking his calculations and clues. Yes, he should be around here. Now it was a matter of being silent and not giving up his location before his hit arrived. The element of surprise was your best weapon.

Report | 08/11/2011 6:47 am

Crimson Robin

We’re all children this disagreeable, or was it only Damian? Regardless Tim sighed softly, locking the terminal and pushing his chair out and standing tall. Carefully he warmed up his body, cracking his knuckles and allowing his back to audibly pop before turning toward the display case that held his Red Robin costume. Now that I know their whereabouts, I am going to take care of it before it gets any worse. You should stay here and wait for d**k to return, alright?” The question was rhetorical, of course, Tim quickly suiting up and pulling the raven mask over his face hiding his features and soft black hair. Without another word to the boy, and now fully dressed, he mounted his motorcycle and sped off.

[[Lol. I am retarded and accidently sent this to RH originally because I clicked respond to comment without reading. /shot]]

Report | 08/09/2011 3:47 pm

The Gotham Riddler

A false sense of security; it did do so much good for those who knew how to harness it. Nygma was not only a master of the mind, but of body language as well. He could see that he was causing Robin a great deal of frustration, anger even. He knew this boy well, better than any other Robin for that matter. "Oh I dare say I will not tempt the fates. Let us save this banter for another time." Nygma laughed heartily and stood tall again. He stepped back and looked the child over, before turning and beginning to walk away.

Report | 08/09/2011 3:31 pm

The Gotham Riddler

Nygma towered over the small child, his figure casting Robin in a full shadow. Mockingly, the Prince of Puzzles lowered his hand, rustling it through the boy's hair, before crouching down and looking at him eye level. "You just keep doing what you do then. Good luck living up to your predecessor's name though brat. I highly doubt you are as capable at combat as he was. He was a challenge, you though ... I dare say a single strike from my cane could take you out. Why don't you head home to Mommy?"

Report | 08/09/2011 3:20 pm

The Gotham Riddler

"Yes, and it would seem that, much like a cockroach, no matter how hard I might try I just can't seem to get rid of you. I wonder if Joker has a crowbar I can borrow. I hear those work quite well." He smiled wickedly, showing a set of perfect, white teeth.

Report | 08/09/2011 3:15 pm

The Gotham Riddler

"Ahh...I was just warping my mind as to where you and your kind come from. You are like cockroaches crawling from the woodwork."

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