❝ What? Oh, no, you aren’t interrupting.
I was just studying for an upcoming test
for my classes. I’d appreciate a break, to
be honest, ❞ Tim admitted.
Always playing the part of a quiet, studious college kid when out
of costume. Selina had perfectly worded it as the suspension of
disbelief. He'd never be suspected.
Damian wanted to flee and do real detective work. He hated dealing with the two thieves, but Father had insist he collect information. “You both were in the area when two men were shot last night. We need to know if you saw anything,” he grumbled, glancing away.
His jaw clenched, and he glared down at Stray. “That’s disgusting,” he scoffed.
Stray didn’t fail to notice how Robin avoided his gaze upon the admittance of needing information. It would appear that he was embarrassed to be needing to ‘stoop to the level of a lowly thief’ for his investigation. Tim hummed, “and why would I tell you what I know, hm? You didn’t even ask nicely.”
He raised his hands in mock surrender, letting out a chuckle. “Hey, that’s what Catwoman told me. Is she wrong?”
Ink
MadnessStudy of Catlad.Gosh Timmy, you’re awfully
sexypretty no matter the outfit, aren’t you?
Dick almost wanted to curse the other for being so damn attractive. But he guessed that was the Cat way, flirting and flaunting their attractiveness to get what they want. Now the question was, what did catboy want from him? He let a mischievous and slightly amused smirk play across his features.
“Renegade,” he took a step forward, closing more space between them as a grin grew from his earlier smirk, “and it is lovely to meet you Stray.”
Stray blinked to feign innocence, although his gaze remained intense and calculating. His eyes flickered over Renegade’s features, but Tim found that he couldn’t tell what Dick was thinking. He was really getting into character for this undercover mission, Tim thought with a twinge of amusement. This was typically where Dick would back off or give an excuse for needing to leave, but–
"Renegade?” Stray repeated, lips curving into a smirk. He tilted his head upwards, not phased whatsoever by the lack of personal space that remained between them. “And what, may I ask, are you rebelling from?”
{ + futureofgotham }
There was a new vigilante in Gotham. He was quiet, but in a
perceptive and intimidating sort of way. Each movement he
made showcased his expert training; not a flick of his wrist
went without purpose. But what intrigued Tim the most was
not the stoic, calculating, and i n t e n s e gaze that the other
bore—
But rather the familiar symbol and name that he donned.
❝ Word has it that you go by Redbird.
It’s funny, because I once knew a bird
who went by such an alias. Wherever
did you get the title? ❞ he asked.
The inquiry was presented with a lilting tone, but Stray’s smile
was fake and purposefully sharp and unpleasant.
( Someone find a face claim for me. There was this one guy that I had in mind, but I cannot for the life of me remember his name. Urgh. )
{ +fightanyways }
Tonight, Stray was distracted. He was lost deep in the
turmoil of his thoughts, seated on a rooftop that he had
chosen specifically for thinking. It belonged to an old
apartment building in the Narrows, and the nearby street
lamp had long since been shot out, thus concealing him
in shadows.
Tim lay stretched out, hands resting behind his head.
His eyes were closed, but he didn’t fail to hear the quiet
and nearby footsteps. Immediately, he sat up, fixating
the silhouetted figure with a perceptive gaze. The thief
emitted a soft hum, though his eyes narrowed behind
his goggles.
❝ You know, they say it isn’t nice to
sneak up on people. ❞
[ ummMMMM I’LL FIGHT U OK ]
( Exhibit A of the plebeian’s easily provoked anger. Tsk, tsk. )
