#redwinefangs

So, this blog is 3 years now. This means I've been rping Tim for a little more than 3 years in total. He was on a sideblog at first. I would never have discovered Tim if it hadn't been for @riidcr and her being into Dick Grayson then. Before that, she had been my main Stephen Strange to my Bruce Banner. So if any of you are happy about me being here and rping Tim, you all have her to thank for it.

Although I care about all my mutuals, even those I haven't spoken too yet, but some of you have been here since the very start and those are: @rxsurrxcted, @goldentemplariumcrow, @jp-todd-rp, @supermantm, @richbastardbat & @theamazondiana (and redwinefangs, but I don't know where they went and I'm missing them a lot). Thank you for giving my Tim a chance when we were very new to it all. Thanks for making me feel welcomed. I hope we will continue to rp for a long time. ♡

And for all of you I haven't interacted with. I do look forward to doing so.

As usual Wally had the luck to start the earliest shift that there was. He didn’t mind too much, save for the being up early. He could really do with an hour or two of more sleep but here he was, opening the coffee shop and preparing the muffins and donuts and everything else that came with it.

The regulars showed up soon enough and being around the area that had some of the bigger businesses around also meant that Wally always saw some new faces as well.

semi-plotted starter for @redwinefangs

Realizing he needed to get away from the lab, he was a bit naive but not stupid, he’d hid inside a truck heading out of the city. He had no clue where it would go, just that it would leave this place.

It turned out the truck was headed for Gotham and that it contained less legal cargo.

Waiting to slip out, he heard a thud before someone yelled ‘Batman!’ and then the noise of fighting. Using the chaos to get out, Yoyo didn’t run away, instead he watched with curiosity. At least until it seemed like someone was about to shoot Batman, a vigilante he had actually heard of. Leaping towards the shooter, the boy pushed him away, using his tactical telekinesis to gain super strength, making the man fly several feet.

Good news! He’s been answering most of Dick’s questions so that’s good! Still ended up with Bruce being surprised with that question as it does get the guy to pause for a few seconds before answering.

“ It must be taking a long time for it to burn or sneak. What are you doing with this info ? “

Dick thinned his lips, teeth worrying at them. He stands up from the chair, anxiety sparking around his veins. Has to move, walking around on tiptoe and balancing on an invisible line on the floor. Feels more at home like this, utterly aware of how his body’s moving and locking away any fear in his mind. Heights, Bruce’s sudden anger, same thing really. Logically, Bruce wouldn’t hate him but he-- he can’t be sure. Bruce isn’t a circy. And Dick’s only been around a few weeks.

He stares at his feet as he walks, not meeting Bruce’s face. “Nothing!” The answer’s too quick, too frantic. He shakes his head, complicating his footwork because the thoughts in his head were trying to suffocate him.

“Just miss my-- someone I knew from the circus.” He shrugs, leaning forward. Fingers touch tile and he tips himself up into the air, a slow handstand. Paw had been teaching him how to do it one handed. He tries, wobbling a bit before folding himself back down to his feet and crouching there on the dining room floor.

“Are you going to be causing trouble in my city?”

What is being implyed is, to Kirk, almost obscene. Sure, vampires (and the ‘scientific abomination’ subgenre which he belongs to) are known to be territorial, and the older they happen to be, the less tolerant of other’s shenanigans they seem to be.

“Who died and made you boss?”

Petty as it may be, that’s the reply he settles in, mumbling it, after a moment of consideration. Sure, some intimidation may be the way to go every now and then, but he doesn’t quite fancy when said tactic is used against him.

The zombie raised an eyebrow, unsure how to answer the Bat. He knew people slept but he had never had to explain the fact he didn't. Pamela and his friends just accepted he wasn't like them and didn't ask about things like that.

She has

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