Tim is Dead (not really)

He goes to grab his phone to call, just to make sure everything is okay at home. It's not in his pocket, neither are his keys or his wallet. What is there is just short of $600 in loose cash. Great.

At least it's enough to get home. He books it from the motel, not bothering to check out, and catches the first train back to Gotham.

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People on the train stare at him more than usual. No one says anything. No one asks for a picture or tries to strike up a conversation. If anything, they seem to avoid him, just staring when they think he's not looking. As awful as it is, he welcomes the peace. The last thing he wants to do right now is deal with people.

The walk from the underground to Gotham Platinum feels slower than usual. Probably because every muscle in Tim's body aches. The pain is dull, little more than an inconvenience, but it makes it hard to think straight.

Of course you're crawling back.

And then there's that. He said he'd face this whole situation, he all but promised Cain... but if Tim told the truth all the time he'd be a pretty shit vigilante.

He trudges around the back of the luxury apartment building. The back door is supposed to stay locked, but he broke it ages ago so now if you shimmy the handle just right it'll open.

You know how nice it was to be away from all this mess?

He takes the stairs up to the second to top floor, since his keycard for the elevator is in his wallet, and ducks into an unlocked apartment he keeps for the express purpose of sneaking back into the penthouse when he doesn't want to be seen.

He climbs onto the balcony railing and pulls himself up onto his own balcony, sighing when he realizes Cain locked the door.

He briefly considers breaking in. He could afford to have the door panel replaced, but he doesn't want broken glass on the floor. Instead he sits on the balcony, waiting for Cain to get home.

A few hours pass and Tim's eyelids start to feel heavy. Sleep comes shortly after.

We all know the rp portion of this account is dead. Frankly, Tim doesn't front enough to keep it going, and the rest of us aren't very interested in doing so. We apologize to anyone who might've been hoping he'd return (probably no one), that probably won't be the case.

For now, I invite you all to interact with the rest of us. We may post from this blog, but likely we'll be using our own (personally, I'm in the process of setting mine up (I'll add it to this post once it's up and running (the others might do the same))). A lot of his mutuals seem very interesting, and I look forward to hopefully meeting some of you

Tuck my hair behind my ears