Bat-nanigans

[skybluejeep]

Characters: Batman and his next Robin Stiles. CLOSED.
Date: After the Late October Teen Wolf Invasion
Location: Roof of Stiles' suite.
Situation: Stiles has finally been told that his father was kidnapped - and then saved from - a certain baddy. As a result, he has a very public panic attack on the network.
Warnings/Rating: Spoilers for Teen Wolf season 3A. Bat-stalking. Daddy angst.

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Stiles has a feeling that this time, being at the turtle head wouldn't help. He's beginning to suspect he spends way too much time up there anyway, wallowing in the peaceful vibes. Was it possible to become addicted to the inner peace a giant turtle can bring?

Better than Klonopin. Which was what Stiles was rocking today. Three full tabs. His head felt a little floaty, but he kinda needed it, thanks. It kept his heart from turning his chest cavity into a drum circle.

He's sitting on the roof of his suite, having climbed up there free-style. (How do you think he got on Scott's roof all the time? He was a house-climbing expert by now.) He's reeling from the triple whammy of the last few days. Lydia. His dad. And Derek telling him about Scott's Alpha status.

But the thing that's haunting him is his dad. Kidnapped by the Darach. Nearly sacrificed in her (her? the Darach is a her?) insane lust for power and revenge. His dad. Who he worked so hard to keep safe, to keep out of the supernatural bullshit that plagued Beacon Hills. And he's honestly furious with Scott and Isaac for not telling him sooner. He can't stay angry, of course. Not with Scott, and not really with Isaac anymore, either. But tonight, he's turned off his computer, called out sick from work, and is hiding. Sure, he can't hide from werewolf senses...but he can certainly try to grab some alone time.

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[garou]

The man sneaking out the window isn't unseen by Derek, and he raises an eyebrow at that, and then at Stiles, waiting for him to finish his diatribe.

"You want me to trust someone who just climbed out the window and left us here without saying a word?"

Pot, meet kettle.

[skybluejeep]

He spins to where Batman was last, and then huffs out an impatient sigh.

"He's coming back!" he protests, frowning a little bit. "And by the way? Pissing off Batman? Not exactly a Grade A bright idea there, you know. Hello."

He slumps down against a nearby wall, sliding down it until he's seated, heels tucked up against the backs of his thighs. But then he smiles a bit and looks up at Derek.

"Thanks for getting the guy that got me. That was pretty awesome."

[cowled]

Bruce slips back into the room, having been gone only minutes. Part of his contingency plans involves, at any given time, being able to throw the gangs off his scent for his own purposes, and the traps he's set up to that effect seem to be holding for now. He looks between both of them, briefly silent, then, "It's safe. If you leave now you'll avoid any trouble." Then he fixes Stiles with a singular look, hard to discern behind Matches' dark shades. It seems to convey what he doesn't say aloud - that they'll be having words later, and that Stiles won't necessarily like them.

[garou]

Derek opens his mouth to reply to Stiles, but closes it the minute he hears Matches-- no, Batman-- come back, looking right at him as he does so. His nostrils flare a little bit, jaw set, and he reaches out to put a hand on Stiles' shoulder. His grip is firm, and Derek makes the intention clear: I don't trust you to take care of him.

(Derek barely trusts himself to take care of Stiles, but someone has to, someone has to make sure he's okay and alive and can get home to his family.)

"He'd be fine, anyway. He's with me."

[skybluejeep]

At that grip on his shoulder, he glances up at Derek, and smiles quietly to himself. But then he sobers; he doesn't want either Derek or Batman to see that smile.

"Yeah, okay, that wasn't at all creepy and possessive. You're both the prettiest, and you're both going to take care of Stiles. Oh, wait! Stiles is gonna take care of Stiles. I'm not a fainting princess or anything."

He gets back to his feet, shaking off Derek's hand, and pointing a finger at Bats.

"Get to a doctor. Promise me."

[cowled]

Except Bruce definitely saw it, and files it away under 'things to investigate later'. Because he's the goddamned Batman, gosh. The sarcasm he leaves alone, no need to remark on or encourage the attitude, but Derek's assertion that he can look after Stiles is an interesting one. It betrays a remarkable amount of confidence for a boy who looks barely out of his teens himself to have, and the way he handled himself in that fight-- training of some sort, he'd warrant.

Another investigative point.

The order (order, really?) to find a doctor, he summarily ignores as well. "Stick to Feran Street, there's a contingent of undercover police that frequent the cafe there, they're like to step in if there's further trouble."

And just like that, he's gone.

[garou]

Derek turns to Stiles, gesturing to the spot Batman was just in.

"You want me to trust that guy."

[skybluejeep]

Stiles sighs, a heavy and put-upon sigh. This was just his life, apparently. Of course, narrative convention being what it is, it only makes sense that Derek and Batman wouldn't get along.

"Let's just go home?" he asks wearily, shaking his head in denial. Whatever, Der. Whatever.