#redwinging

Normally, yes, supers with powers (also called metas) weren’t usually allowed in Gotham. But Jon felt (hoped) that he was allowed more than say, his brother, because he was less likely to tear a building down and flirt with people. And he was Damian’s partner.

He didn’t know Damian was out of town for some Teen Titans thing though when he came by, and was surprised to see Red Robin instead.

             The Golden Ward’s Crimson Lane, home to many of this world’s sketchier characters— an area with a strange sense of belonging for Nelliel, who currently roams one of the lesser-populated sects. She’s not searching for anything explicit. Moreover, she knows how to handle trouble should it search for her. It’s just a few idle moments among sinners and the troubled that she wants, much like she’d find in her home world. Unperturbed is she able to move about the lane freely for awhile. But perhaps it’s that same carelessness that causes her to sense another presence behind hers more sluggishly than normal. She turns around with her hand resting at her blade’s hilt in an instant. A voice both soft and austere demands of the void beyond:

 “ 'Suspicious’ you say.” The girl said looking don to where the masked man was, descending just so slowly from the 10 feet distance from the ground she put herself with her flying ability. There may have been a number of people who may have called her before but she ended up ignoring every one of them save for this one. The way he was dressed just made it seem it would be annoying if she didn’t do so.

There was no way of telling by by looking how long Timothy had been in this city without asking. He’d wager the same amount of time Damian was based off his conversation with Jonathan. He looked like he was adjusting well, and could probably use some sleep, which was hypocritical for Bruce to even think when he hadn’t slept once since arriving.

“Sooo...” This was slightly awkward-- the building currently on fire behind him definitely wasn’t her fault this time, even though she did happen to be in the area. Wrong place, wrong time? Definitely. Would anyone believe her? Probably not.

  The Joker was no super-powered human radar, but he knew well enough when he was being tailed. After a few minutes of walking in what was essentially a circle just to confirm, he loosed a heavy sigh.

“M fine...” He didn’t do a convincing job of trying to lie, but he didn’t want to keep whining and moping either. Instead he steals a blanket, wraps it around himself, and presses himself against Tim’s side, so he’d be touching him without clinging to him. “Jus’ a bad night. Stupid. Dumb.” Whether he was talking about himself or someone else, he couldn’t say.