Finishing touches
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jla_watchtowerOpen crates containing plastic wrapped components and pallets bearing specialized and custom made equipment formed a semi circle around the main terminal station and over sized High Density monitor. The overhead lights punctuated a stark contrast of light in the immediate area when compared to the deep shadows around. Now and then the flash of light from an arc-welder would flare up and the distinct smell of welded metal would cut sharply into the air.
Tim's legs stuck out from an exposed panel in the wall behind the steel and chrome workstation. The sounds of diligent labor partially muffled by the paneling testified to his connection to the evidence of the welder's activity.
"Amanda Waller."
Tim's legs stuck out from an exposed panel in the wall behind the steel and chrome workstation. The sounds of diligent labor partially muffled by the paneling testified to his connection to the evidence of the welder's activity.
"Amanda Waller."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:15 pm (UTC)Positioned as if reclining on a couch, Connor floated 5 feet above the immediate area where Tim was working. Half his concentration was on a game he was playing on his smart phone.
"Leslie Tompkins."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:17 pm (UTC)"Dude, she's almost my mom. No. Way."
He wiped a smear of grease off his cheek, or at least he tried. It ended up more like a smear.
Annoyed, he retrieved a rag to do a better job of removal.
"Blackfire."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:18 pm (UTC)"Hell. Yes."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:20 pm (UTC)"You sure? You know she'd like kill you afterwards, or make you her slave or something."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:21 pm (UTC)"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure I'd go with a smile. I'm sticking with 'Yes'."
He looked back to his game.
"Crap, zombie ate my brain. Gotta start over."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:24 pm (UTC)Tim turned off the welder and collected his tools. He slid out of the wall and began reattaching the panel.
"Mercy Graves."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:25 pm (UTC)His thumbs tapped across the screen of his phone.
"You done?"
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:28 pm (UTC)'Yes' on Starfire's bug-nuts sister but 'No.Way.' with Lex's hot secretary?"
He finished with the wall panel.
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:32 pm (UTC)"Blackfire might cap me, but she'd do it first. Mercy though, she'd just hit me with kryptonite or have a squad of Lex's goons bust in before we ever went there."
He gave a mean grin.
"Batgirl."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:33 pm (UTC)He cleared some of the boxes away from the immediate area and dug a small remote control out of a drawer.
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:34 pm (UTC)He thought about it and then snickered.
"The first one. The redhead."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:35 pm (UTC)"DUDE! you're sick. She's like my older sister."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:38 pm (UTC)I would so not go there."
He tried to shake the image.
"Talia."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:41 pm (UTC)He nodded towards the high tech console with it's readouts and blinking lights.
"Dude, lets see if you suck with a wrench or not."
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:48 pm (UTC)"And here I thought Nightwing was a man-whore."
His thumb depressed the red button on the remote and the soft whirl of hidden motors sounded from inside the nearby wall. At the same time, the entire console, monitor and chair assembly began to move and the entire section of floor rotated one hundred and eighty degrees. What now stood before them was a plain desk with school books, a standard PC, chair and a few sport posters adorning the wall behind it. There was no sign or seam of a secret wall to be seen.
"Told you it'd work......you whore."
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Date: 2012-02-21 09:15 pm (UTC)"You're not panicking you know. Because one of us has to keep it together, sooooo...I'm in the driver's seat on this one. Quarterbacking y'know?" He hovered in mid-air, closing his eyes to clear out any disturbances and then...
"There. Got him" With an arc, CM3 slowly approached the glow, trying to find the best way to announce himself.
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Date: 2012-02-21 10:02 pm (UTC)"Company. Go take a look and I'll shut down thing here."
Not waiting Tim hurries to stow the suspicious looking pieces of tech. In a few moments, the place just looks like in the middle of a really enthusiastic remodeling job.
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Date: 2012-02-21 10:05 pm (UTC)"What the ...?"
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Date: 2012-02-22 11:00 pm (UTC)The figure shimmers for a moment, and goes opaque, reforming itself into a more familiar shape.
"Hello? Wait...hi. Who are you?"
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Date: 2012-02-22 11:34 pm (UTC)I would totally add this to the list...
*blink*
Holy Crap...stall for time.
"I uh....I'm Connor. Can I help you Ma..uh 'Ma'am'?"
*smoooooooooth..*
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Date: 2012-02-23 12:09 am (UTC)"REALLY!? Really. you're blushing. I know you're blushing. Besides, hello! TK readings are off the charts." "Omigod, Freddy Shut...UP. Identity cover! Hello!" The internal dialogue causes her eyes to fluctuate just slightly.
"This is going to sound like a weird thing but...you've got a Titans signal coming from near here. There haven't been any sightings of them have there?"
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Date: 2012-02-23 12:16 am (UTC)"Ummm... well about that.."
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Date: 2012-02-23 12:21 am (UTC)Ever.
Again.
From the darkened alley behind the building, Robin swings up from the shadows and alights on the ledge.
Mary Mavel....wow.
Tim keeps his game face in place.
"Mary." he keeps his tone cool and nonchalant. "What brings you to Gotham."
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Date: 2012-02-23 12:23 am (UTC)"Umm ahhh, you people look busy. I'll just um..."
He looks desperately to the stairs.
"..go downstairs."
I suck
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Date: 2012-02-23 12:28 am (UTC)Note to self: work on Connor's secret identity skills
"Hey John Cusak , she's not buying the act. "
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Date: 2012-02-23 12:22 am (UTC)She turns her watchful eye away, pretending to scan the skyline for the Titans. "Gotham is really dark. Especially for 5 in the afternoon."
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Date: 2012-02-23 11:45 pm (UTC)"Lets head downstairs. We're trying to keep this place a secret."
He eyes the smoggy skyline of Gotham. It's a dense miasma of harbor fog and pollutants, resulting in deep and sometimes oddly toned sunset. The architecture of the decrepit neighborhood only adds to the deep shadows being cast. He sometimes forgets that Gotham isn't the standard city experience for everyone, especially when compared to sunny Fawcett.
Retrieving his swing line he heads to the roof access door, but waits there for Mary before descending.
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Date: 2012-02-23 11:47 pm (UTC)He heads downstairs and looses the glasses and jacket once he's inside.