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tushanshu_logs2014-01-18 11:21 pm
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Characters: Tim Drake (inhisheroesimage), Bart Allen (backinakidflash), Kon-El (tactile_telekinesis)
Date: Jan 18.
Location: ME-3B, Tim's suite
Situation: Tim's arrived on the turtle and he needs coffee, pizza and information.
Warnings/Rating: None?
[Twenty-four hours ago, Tim had been dragged into the Unternet when Lonnie had managed to disable Mikalek's firewalls on the system. If that hadn't been strange enough, after Lonnie had showed up dressed in his old Anarky uniform, and before Tim had any time to figure out how exactly the Unternet worked and what influence he had over the virtual world, he'd been rudely woken in a tub of water.
It had taken him an hour after arriving at his suite to skim through the network and grab what information he could about the last few weeks in this place. Regardless of what he learned, coupled with what he'd been told on the journey there, it didn't help to make up his mind. Was he still in the Unternet, or had he really been pulled out of a virtual world to this place? Everything that he'd been seeing in the virtual plane was gone, and so he was inclined towards the later, but still. He needed more time and more information.
But the most important thing he needed immediately after getting on this new network was allies. Within only a couple of hours of arriving on the Turtle, Tim had found a number of people seemingly from his world - the most important that he knew of so far being Kon and Bart.
As soon as he'd given his suite location to both of his friends, Tim stepped away from the console. He's changed out of his uniform as soon as the kedan had left, stashing it out of sight of prying eyes and changing into the plain tunic and pants he'd found in the closet. He's stepping down the stairs into the main living space when Bart phases through the wall, bringing a smile to his face.]
Hey. You know just running through walls is going to get you into trouble, right? Kon's grabbing pizza then he'll be here.
inhisheroesimage), Bart Allen (backinakidflash), Kon-El (tactile_telekinesis)Date: Jan 18.
Location: ME-3B, Tim's suite
Situation: Tim's arrived on the turtle and he needs coffee, pizza and information.
Warnings/Rating: None?
[Twenty-four hours ago, Tim had been dragged into the Unternet when Lonnie had managed to disable Mikalek's firewalls on the system. If that hadn't been strange enough, after Lonnie had showed up dressed in his old Anarky uniform, and before Tim had any time to figure out how exactly the Unternet worked and what influence he had over the virtual world, he'd been rudely woken in a tub of water.
It had taken him an hour after arriving at his suite to skim through the network and grab what information he could about the last few weeks in this place. Regardless of what he learned, coupled with what he'd been told on the journey there, it didn't help to make up his mind. Was he still in the Unternet, or had he really been pulled out of a virtual world to this place? Everything that he'd been seeing in the virtual plane was gone, and so he was inclined towards the later, but still. He needed more time and more information.
But the most important thing he needed immediately after getting on this new network was allies. Within only a couple of hours of arriving on the Turtle, Tim had found a number of people seemingly from his world - the most important that he knew of so far being Kon and Bart.
As soon as he'd given his suite location to both of his friends, Tim stepped away from the console. He's changed out of his uniform as soon as the kedan had left, stashing it out of sight of prying eyes and changing into the plain tunic and pants he'd found in the closet. He's stepping down the stairs into the main living space when Bart phases through the wall, bringing a smile to his face.]
Hey. You know just running through walls is going to get you into trouble, right? Kon's grabbing pizza then he'll be here.
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Bart sets the coffee machine down on the nearest table and, as Tim speaks, glances back at the wall that he'd come through. The wall's perfectly fine - no goopy molecular problems and no explosions - so he turns to his friend and shrugs.]
What trouble? 's all good. I've got this - oh, speaking of got this -
[He abruptly runs back through the wall into his place and then all around his own place, trying to locate a few things that he knows are here somewhere. The coffee mug, he spies upside down on a shelf. Mostly clean. Bart rinses it out for good measure.
The bag of coffee is a tougher one, until he checks the bathroom cabinet. Huh. No clue how it got there. Oh well.
He's back in Tim's apartment 10 seconds after he left and tosses Tim the bag.]
It's gotta be a month old, but I don't think coffee goes bad, right? [Bart has never been a coffee drinker.] Dry, no sugar content, nothing for mold to sink its fuzzy green teeth into. How much pizza is he getting? I'm starving.
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Eventually he had around maybe ten large pizza's and two jugs of some kind of fruit juice as well. Cured meat for Krypto and a bone left over from a butchers. Telling the dog he had to be on his best behaviour or he wouldn't be getting it at all. Kon easily balanced the boxes and everything else as he landed just outside the door and knocked.]
Delivery!
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Tim was just about to open his mouth to ask about the coffee beans when Bart flickered out of the room and back 10 seconds later, tossing the item in question, which was caught with ease.]
Not in my experience, but it rarely lasts long enough to go bad. Contrary to belief, I can't run on adrenalin alone. [Tim lifts the coffee maker and, motioning for Bart to follow, walks through to the bright open plan kitchen and sets it up. The coffee is fine and so he puts some in the machine with water, sighing when the smell of warm coffee starts to fill the room.]
I dunno. I'm sure he'll know to bring enough for you to eat most of it though. He's not a complete idiot. [He says it with a flash of a grin. And not a half moment later, there's the knock on the door. Tim half expects Bart to bolt and answer the door, but when he does, Tim heads down to the bottom floor of the suite and is faced with--]
Woah. [That was a lot of pizza. And behind it? A much younger Kon that Tim had been expecting to see. He should have expected this when his friend introduced himself specifically as Kon, but for some reason he'd still thought that maybe he might have been from only a little earlier in the timeline. Not this early.] I did not expect that. That fade is so old.
[Yeah. Seeing his best friend like this was weird. Back then they weren't as close as Tim was used to them being and suddenly what Kon had said earlier made sense. They had had problems when he'd been there before - no wonder. He and Kon had knocked heads and rarely seen eye-to-eye in the earlier days of Young Justice. How did you reconcile that with someone who saw you as best friends? It couldn't be easy.] Uh. Bart's upstairs. Come in.
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Then again, maybe he should be asking Tim if he needs some alone time with the coffee.]
You want that -
[The door is an interruption, and Bart had waited, impatiently, for Tim to hurry up and go get it. It's not his door after all, and he's not gonna start treating it like his own door until he's a little more certain that this is his own Tim. That's just how it works.
While Tim is heading over, Bart checks out the kitchen. Dining room. One of the bedrooms. Bathroom. There's really nothing here, so the newness of this Tim is true. You can't trust Tims. Tims are sneaky, and he wouldn't put it past a Tim to sneak around the city for a few days before announcing his presence.
His Todd Richards, Alvin's an art thief, presence, that Bart is suddenly behind, muttering an aside.]
We're not allowed to knock the fade. S.B.'s still big on it. Hey Kon! Need a hand?
[Without waiting for a response, Bart relieves him of all of the carefully stacked boxes and heads back upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. One of the pizzas does not survive the trip when the box bounces off the rest. The pie is ejected and is now plastered to the wall.]
Oops. On the bright side, I think there was something green on it...
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Oh he did not! Kon straightens when the boxes are taken from him and steps in.]
Dude, I can still rock it better than anyone.
[And then shit, he winces seeing the pie fly out.]
You so owe me for that! And wow, you really need to get this place looking less like a hospital ward.
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In the moment before Bart was right behind him, Tim's head started ticking over things again.
If he was on to something in the Unternet, then he hadn't been in control of the virtual world, at least not as a whole. There was no way he would have brought any of Gotham's resident villains into existence there if he was. Couple that with Tamara being a child, and there was almost no believable way he was in control. And then the uniform? Tim could easily see all the influences in it – from the obvious to subtle – and maybe that was how he inwardly imagined himself, some kind of amalgamation of the allies who had shaped him throughout the years. So then that would mean he had some kind of influence over the Unternet, at least as far as he was concerned. By being tapped into the program, he could affect the coding somehow. He'd tested that already, before he'd posted to the network, and nothing had happened. Which didn't really answer anything – he was either wrong or not longer in the Unternet.
And so he returned to the question as to whether the virtual plane had been pre-programmed or otherwise influenced by outside forces. At that moment, it didn't matter who might have had control (because he had an idea anyway), only that it was an option. Right now he needed an explanation as to whether or not an entirely different appearance could be applied and result in where he was now. And then also how far did that influence that he could have go? Could he bring some kind of avatar of his friends into the existence, and if so why would his subconscious have chosen a younger Conner? It just didn't fit together with what he thought he knew about the Unternet – or himself.
The more he thought about it, the less it seemed likely he was in the Unternet any more. He wasn't feeling that strange anger that had been behind his swings, Lonnie and Tamara were gone (nowhere to be seen either) and this didn't look a thing like Metropolis, and he didn't appear to have any influence over this world. Yet by the same token, he couldn't figure out why – or rather how – he'd woken in that uniform and not his normal Red Robin one. It really was that one fact that just wouldn't fall into place with the others; yet maybe the forces that had brought him here really were just that powerful...
All that aside, Tim wasn't sure coffee or pizza would have smelled that great in a virtual world.
He was around two seconds away from convincing himself that he really had been yanked out of a virtual world into this weird one, when Bart dropped the pizza and he snapped out of his thoughts.]
There's nothing wrong with green things. [The words came out a little absent minded as he started heading up the stairs, making a mental note to clean that later (if he did have any influence, he was sure Alfred would have popped up to do it for him).] I just got here. Don't worry, if I'm going to be here for a while, things are going to have to change...
[Back in the main living area, Tim poured himself a coffee and set it down on a coffee table. Man, he could do with some pain killers to shift this headache (wait, he'd woken in the Unternet with it, definitely a side effect then), if only his drug resistance wasn't so damn high. Oh well, other things to deal with and it would be better to get them all out sooner rather than later.
Did he trust his friends? The thought that if he didn't, it made him more like Batman and less like Tim, was almost enough to make his nose wrinkle. Nothing – aside from the obvious – was off about these two, so he had to take a leap of faith. It took him only a moment to head upstairs again and grab the neatly folded uniform, dropping it down on the table beside his coffee when he returned.]
Okay. As hungry as I am, I need bringing up to speed on this place. I learned as much as I could from the network. But this- [A motion to the uniform.] - is the biggest thing that doesn't make sense. Before I was in the tub, I was in a virtual world – the Unternet. Not sure how I got there, but if this isn't it, then could the people with the power here have enough to pull me out of it? Because last I checked this wasn't what any of my uniforms looked like.
[He dropped into the seat nearest him and looked to his friends.]
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[A-ha! There is a plain one! Best to start with that. Bart drops the the eight-slice - make that a seven-slice - in front of Tim on the table and takes the seat across from it. Strategic seating is vital when there is food in play. He's reaching for a second slice, but changes his mind. After wiping his hand on his pants, Bart stands up and picks up this Tim's uniform. He holds it by the shoulders and shakes it out, tsking under his breath at how comparatively heavy it is to his own. Then, he makes a face.]
Uh. Yeah. Not any uniform I've seen you in. [Bart is still in possession of what he believes is the most recent one.]
I recognize this though. [He taps the metal, Red Robin insignia.] And this. [And traces the the Nightwing V of color.] And uh. These. [Follows the V out over the shoulder, down the stripe, and finally grabs the two red fingers and flaps them in Tim's direction, laughing. But then...]
Are you serious? [Shaking his head, Bart backs up to the wrist and holds it over towards Kon. There are two thick buckles there, much like the ones on Bart's old fingerless gloves.] Was it Halloween?
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[Kon stepped in and saw how empty everything looked, it was hard to remember his own place looking like this. He'd been here so long and collected so much jump that it was just far too long ago. He followed up the stairs and could smell the coffee, it smelled pretty strong and he wondered how he didn't smell it before knocking on the door. When Bart was done with the pizza, Kon reached over and took a slice.
Before he could start to eat it though, he saw Bart reveal the uniform in full and Kon stopped, slice tip just past his open mouth. His brow creased before he pulled it back and placed it on top of the boxes. He wiped his hand and took the arm, looking over it and tracing the stripe and touching the buckle. He looked to Tim and back to the uniform again. It had been so long ago, but he remembered it alright. He let go of the arm.]
I've seen it before. You had this the first time you showed up on the turtle.
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He watches Bart as he stands, eyes narrowing a little. Bart was taller too. Not much, but enough that Tim could notice. But Bart still looked like he was from closer in the timeline to him than Kon - so what had changed? Had he been here for some time, or was this another trick? He really needed to get this in order...
If he was honest with himself, Tim expected that kind of answer from Bart. The uniform, without the proper context, looked like some kind of exercise in fanboy-ism. Tim, however, knew what it really was. Each of the separate features of the uniform were outward reflections of the people who had influenced who Tim had become - the stripes for Dick, the colours for Conner, the buckles for Bart, and the obvious nods to the Red Robin costume. His brother and his friends had changed him irreversibly, for the better in many ways - in fact, without Dick he maybe never would have become Robin. And the Red Robin costume? That had changed him too, though Tim didn't want to think of all the ways (or, perhaps, he didn't want to think of what he'd done only a week or so ago, the plan he'd set in motion).]
I told you, Bart, I was in a virtual world. I think it was formed by my subconscious, some kind of outward representation of who I think I am? I'm not sure. I wasn't in the Unternet long enough to figure it a-- [He stopped as soon as Kon spoke.
Kon had said earlier about him being here before, but Tim hadn't thought that he could have been here from the same point in time. He knew enough about alternate time lines and the multiverse to not be surprised that he could have been brought here and not remember it (because it could have been versions of him from different lines). But the fact that he had been pulled here from the Unternet not once, but twice?]
They've pulled me out of the Unternet before... [Well. Maybe there was his answer. He'd been pulled out. This was another new place. And Tim was suddenly uneasy with the power displayed by their host...]
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[He broke off almost immediately. Where was he supposed to start in all of this? Tim wanted intel on the world that he was currently in. He also thought that he was still in the Unternet. Bart wanted to fill him in, but he also wanted some sort of proof that the Tim Drake in the room was near enough to the one he knew before he started blurting out names like Dick Grayson.] Don't worry about the Unternet. People have been here for over a year, and nobody's found squat that says that where you are is any less real than your house. You'll only drive yourself nuts. I know. I spent hours on that one. Relatively.
[Bart picked up another piece of pizza and took a bite.] The pink things are peppers. [As he talks, he began to methodically remove the offending grossness with his fingers, tossing veggies back into the box.] We can bring you up to speed, but first. I need to know when you're from, back home. And something that means you're you. I'm not in the mood for Despero's soul taking over Tim Drake or Miss Martian playing a joke or whatever else it could be.
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But that second was brief. As Tim set the folded uniform down on the floor beside his chair, he looked to Bart, eyes narrowing just a tiny bit. That was the worst part about them growing up - their naivety vanished and their paranoia increased. He couldn't blame Bart, of course. There was a lot of information that could cause problems for a number of people from their world. Still. He didn't like it - and he didn't have to. He took a moment and a long drink from the coffee mug before he nodded.]
Right. Before Russia and the Unternet... I stopped Ra's from destroying Wayne Enterprises and the whole of Batman's legacy - you and Conner and Cassie all helped. Then M'gann helped me subvert Vicki Vale's attempts to figure out who Red Robin was. It means Tim Drake is supposed to have a neural injury that stops him from being able to walk for a year, but I guess I'm just lucky that it seems injuries are healed here.
And Bruce is back. Which, by the way, is why Alvin's wanted. A misunderstanding in Germany; I didn't steal anything. [Didn't get the chance, but would have if he had. Anything that would have helped him bring Bruce back was important enough that he would have stolen it back then. Then again, he was in a bad place then. He was in a better place now, right? Well, maybe. Maybe if he hadn't gone to visit Captain Boomerang in Iron Heights...
Tim sighed and rubbed his temples. He didn't want to think about that. His head was pounding worse than before and the coffee wasn't quite kicking in.]
Does that help? Or do I need to compromise my identity even more?
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I remember... bits of that. Some of it either hasn't happened yet, or you haven't told us 'bout it. The last you didn't mention any neural injury. I don't remember you not being able to walk.
[Bart crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't have to say that he suspected it was Tim choosing to not tell them what was going on. Tim has been shaky, at best, with communication back home.]
You're ahead of me in the timeline. Bruce being back was news to me when I landed in Keeliai. The Ra's thing - that I remember. Selina Kyle. [He was remembering fondly more than he was offering something to confirm the story, but it worked for that as well. The tiny smile, however, had nothing to do with Tim and everything to do with Selina in a little nightgown, and it pulled down into a frown quickly enough.]
This isn't compromising your identity. We're your friends. You want your identity compromised, Tim Drake? Cause I could do that right now. You want I should talk about games of truth or dare? I got dared to sit still and not talk for five minutes by this dork. [He jerks his thumb at Kon.] You got dared to take off your mask, and you cheated cause you were wearing two. Cissie kissed you in front of everyone. Greta attacked Spoiler, you screamed out her real name. The Justice League turned up at Titans Tower to tell Cassie she couldn't join. Me and you met at a ski resort in Virginia. Lonesome Pines Lodge. I don't think I told anyone that one. Feeling compromised enough yet, or do I need to keep goin'?
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So he sighs and sits back, patting his thigh to get Krypto over and pets his head.]
I think...we all know who we are. I think that this is the same Tim that's been here twice. More like the first one though. Same outfit. I think you're both from my future and that you both just need to chill out. Sit down, eat some pizza not attack each other.
[He looks up and between them both, bringing his hand away from Krypto who makes a small displeased noise.]
Cause that's what it sounds like you're doing to me. Or at least trying to start some kind of argument. I don't want to spend another year not talking to someone I'm supposed to be friends with because everyone is getting so defensive. That's what happened last time.
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[For the briefest moment, Tim relaxed. It felt like things were falling into place at least a little, and his headache was fading to a dull throb. And then words started tumbling out of Bart's mouth like a long winded accusation of his paranoia. Tim felt his muscles tense, an instant reversal of his relaxation, and the hand out of view of Bart moved instinctively to his side, taking comfort in the collapsed battle staff there.
Bart had taken his words wrong, no wonder coupled with the motion of him trying to soothe his headache. But that outburst was unexpected. Sure, it confirmed without a doubt that Bart was who he said he was – who else would know all that? - but that didn't change the fact that it angered Tim a little more than he let on.]
You know damn well what I meant Bart! Doesn't matter whether I checked this place over or not, you can't trust that the walls don't have ears until you prove otherwise.
[Tim had to bite his tongue to keep his response short. It wasn't until Kon spoke, however, that he relaxed his hand and placed it on his knee.]
I wasn't trying to start an argument... [His brow creased and he glanced to Kon. He wondered briefly how long it would take to get used to seeing his best friend so young and so much smaller than he was used to.] Didn't talk to who for a year?
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[Bart slumps down into his chair, completely frustrated at Tim's obsessive paranoia. The only people who could have the place bugged this early into his stay are the kedan, and, frankly, that would be the first instance of such eavesdropping to Bart's knowledge. He'd be surprised if even Batman had managed to get a microphone in here this quickly. Malicant - look, if Dumbass could listen in on anything anywhere, they were in hot water for a whole bunch of reasons, none of which had anything to do with whether or not Cissie kissed Tim.]
You're neurotic, y'know that? You just got here, Todd, and nobody's peeking into the windows of the new guy's house. All leftover mics are friendlies, if there are any. Last guy that lived here was Lex Luthor.
[He considered ignoring the question and letting Kon take it completely, but Bart's actually annoyed at that as well and currently chafed at being upbraided by Tim.] Didn't talk to Kon all that much. And he was from the future too, but his gear was different.
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[Kon shrugged and took a bite of pizza. He didn't want to remember the things he did...was going to do. Could do.]
So I got real mad at everyone. Blamed them for not trusting me with this kind of news. Thought everyone thought of me as a little kid. Chewed 'em out. [There's another bite.]
Don't think I would have been as bothered by, if there hadn't been a Lex here a few weeks before I saw it. So, then the you here just didn't talk to me for a long time 'til Bart showed up. Didn't realise people were weird around me because of something else.