Gotham City Knights | Closed

(See edit ^^. )

Tim didn't reply, just kept watching silently.

[Damn sneaky edit. I have to go to bed early as well. Got to rek to Stratford tomorrow to get some silly train tickets ]

Dick quickly switched to the other side of the alley, which was less covered in shadows. He pressed himself against the wall and hoped he wasn't visible.

Tim pulled a fancy camera from somewhere, and took a couple of pictures, presumably having spotted what he was looking for.

(I'll be on after 8pm. I have to go out in about 10 mins.)

[I'm doing coursework tonight so I'll try to remember to come on ]

Dick shuffled back towards the middle of the alley, convinced he could hear something.

Tim shot Dick a quick glance, unsure what he was doing.

(Back in 1:30.)

Dick held up a hand, hoping Tim would have the sense to be quiet while he listened for the noise again.

Tim kept quiet, diving his attention between the two men and Dick. It looked like they were going to depart soon, but he decided to give Dick a few more moments.

Dick shook his head, whatever it was, he couldn't hear it. He stayed where he was though, listening for it.

Tim signalled he was going in, and then shot from his hiding place, barrelling straight at them, whilst still ready for any sudden moves.

Dick resigned himself from listening to the phantom noise and followed Tim. He grabbed one of the men by his collar, kind of confused as to what was going on.

[Omg, someones robbed our kitchen ]

(Just your chairs? Or something else too? [/stalker] )

Tim tackled the other to the ground and in the same move, rolled him face down so he could tie his wrists.

(JSYK, I haven't a clue what's going on either. Dick isn't alone. )

[Two chairs, someones forks and by the sounds of it a plate Idk, I just love these people ]

Dick wasn't as nice to his victim as Tim was. He slammed the man's head against a wall and knocked him out before dropping him.

"Are we seriously just spending our nights going after drug dealers?"

()

"I believe they have information we need," Tim muttered in an undertone so the conscious man couldn't hear.
"Relating to that new villain Babs is looking for."

"Can we not talk about her?" Dick muttered. He still felt a little bitter about Barbara, maybe because when they had the chance to get married and settle down she'd refused to let him take it. He looked at the man he'd knocked out. "You think I hit him too hard?"

[Thing is, when I got home today the door was open so idk if someone did come in and rob us ]

Tim knelt down beside him, and checked his head carefully.
"Looks alright," He informed Dick, standing up and aiming a kick at the other man as he tried to crawl away. Reaching down to his belt, he pulled out a device and pointed at the man, before pulling the trigger, knocking him out.

Dick scooped a small package from out of the inside of the man he'd knocked out jacket.

"Alot of coke for one guy." He muttered.

"Well he got what he paid for," Tim replied, finding a wad of money in the pocket of his man. He tucked it into one of the pouches on his belt, and then pressed his communicator.
"Damian?"

"Hmm?" Damian asked moodily. He didn't like working with Dick and Tim, they were so, well, amatuer compared to what he'd grown up with.

(What did he grow up with?)

"Can you and Steph meet us back at the Batmobile? We've acquired two of the targets."

[Rhas Al Ghul's bunch (League of Shadows, I think?) Because he's his grandson]

"Do you big boys really need us?" Damian asked. He began to retrace his steps back to the Batmobile, beckoning for Steph to follow.