Thad didn’t have an agenda anymore, not really— causing a bit of trouble, or out of boredom. The blond speedster moved around, mainly avoiding bumping into Bart or the rest of the Flash family. Not because he was scared of them, but due to the possible drama that might follow. Far too troublesome, and he had no desire to deal with a bunch of drama queens.
Although, he certainly didn’t pick a less dramatic city to momentarily crash in.
“Guess the cat theme is popular.”
Tonight’s schedule for Stray was simple, because it was nonexistent. He didn’t have any plans nor expectations for what he was going to do, and it didn’t bother him. He just roamed the familiar rooftops, relishing in the surreal feeling of freedom that came from residing in the “gray area” of Gotham City.
Stray paused in his strides, reaching his arms high above his head in a luxurious stretch. Of course, his sudden halt came only because he sensed someone nearby. He leisurely turned towards the other, a thoughtful and amused smile on his face.
“Although it’s definitely gained me some popularity, there’s only two of us. A far smaller number than–if I recall correctly–the number of you speedsters that are running around.”
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Name: Tara Nicknames: “That one nerd” Birthday: February 2nd Gender: Female SexualOrientation: Straight as a rainbow. wink wink. Height: 5’ 8”
Favouritecolour: Red Time and date at current moment: 10:31pm Average hours of sleep: Depends on the day of the week. LuckyNumber: 5! Last thing I googled: “best comforting songs” because a friend of mine is having a rough time. :( First word that comes to mind: Potato One place that makes me happy: There’s this cute little pond on campus that has this even cuter bench in front of it that I love. How many blankets I sleep under: Two, if you count the sheets.
Favourite Fictional Character: Waaaay too many to pick from, sorry. Book: See above~ Animation: Adventure Time and Gravity Falls are pretty rad. (-actual child-) TVshow: I’m really liking Gotham right nowwww~ FavouriteBeverage: Sprite–or for the pretentious people, “sierra mist” ;) Favourite Food: Food is love. Food is life. All of it. Last movie I saw in cinemas: Mockingjay pt. 1!! Dream Holiday: Nobody-can-act-like-a-bitch day 8) DreamWedding: One that’s legal in my state (oops, not sorry) Dream Job: English/literature teacher!
( I had quite an adventurous day at work today [had to work because I took Thanksgiving off] so I don’t think any replies will get done tonight. But I wanted to post an update:
When people thought of seeing ghosts, they often pictured the stereo-typical image of past loved ones, suddenly all white, floating around and haunting them.
Tim could honestly say he’d never experienced anything like that. He saw ghosts through memories–sometimes triggered by seeing things they owned, or being in places they often inhabited.
But this– This was different. (stray shattered, leaving a very disbelieving tim.)
Rounding up his last criminal of the evening, Dick had resided to spending the rest of his
patrol in silence. However, nearly ten minutes later, Bruce broke his solitude with an alert. Apparently, the silent alarm to one of Gotham’s jewelry stores had been triggered and he was gifted the job to go sniff it out.
Arriving on the sight, Dick fully anticipated meeting lower class criminals, who, seemingly unaware of the silent alarm, were shoving jewels into all offircies However, what he met was none other than Stay. Immediately, Dick was looking for Catwoman. If Stray was here, surely she wasn’t far behind. Oh, he was talking.
“Sadly, yes. I drew the short straw this time.”
His voice, the perfect mixture of annoyance and teasing, encouraged conversation. Behind his mask, his eyes were scanning the room, looking for anything stolen. When he found nothing, he returned a curious glance to Stay. Dick eyes darted over the slim figure, looking for— if any— tells.
“Y’know, if all you wanted to do was talk, you could have called. Easier for my schedule and not as time consuming.”
❝ You had to draw straws to see who would get to come see me? I’m t o u c h e d . ❞
Dick was too easy to read. He was obviously trying to draw out a conversation, likely just to buy time. But why not just arrest him now? Unless, of course, Dick was still uncertain on if anything had actually been stolen. He could take inventory if he wanted to, but everything was exactly as it had been left. Stray had no interest in the petty, small things that could be found in the jewelry store. But since Nightwing had come instead of the police, Stray’s plan had gone awry.
Good thing he was skilled at improvising.
Stray placed his gloved hands onto the display case behind him, hoisting himself up to sit. He crossed one leg over the other, resting his weight onto one hand. Raising his eyes to look back at the vigilante, his lips quirked into a smirk. Inwardly, Tim was laughing at the whole situation.
❝ Are you offering me your phone number? I usually wait until I’ve gotten to know someone a little better before I personally call them, but for you I’d make an exception. ❞
“May’ve? I think its mostly all your fault. No offense, of course, but do you know what exactly it is you’re doing?”
❝ Do you really think I’d be wearing this suit if I didn’t know what I was doing? It’s not a fashion statement, you know. ❞
Alright, so maybe Stray should have been concerned that he’d been caught opening up the building’s skylight. But the girl didn’t seem to care about what he was doing; only the broken glass at her feet.
❝ Every moment presents an opportunity. If you sit back and wait, you’ll nevershine. ❞
Tim had agreed that it was a fair trade: he stole some information for Riddler, and he and Selina got v a l u a b l e s in exchange. Though Stray didn’t see the need for the Riddleman who had accompanied him thus far, because he had made it clear that he preferred to operate when alone.
