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I guess I have a question regarding my posts so far; I've been attempting to begin each one with a biography or summary of a particular individual or subject. I figured that this would give the impression that Tim is quite knowledgeable on the particular subject, alluding to his big batboy brain. Is this approach working?


Red Robin #4 - Planning
Location - Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory, Gotham City, New Jersey.



Gotham City had become a beacon of industry through the years, and as such, it was no surprise that it would soon find a demand for dairy, specifically ice cream. The Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory had first opened its doors back in the 60s, initially only producing condensed milk, one of the main ingredients in the manufacture of ice cream, before diversifying further. The owners made millions over the years, with the factory bringing both jobs and the joy of ice cream to Gotham’s residents. That was until the late 90s, where the factory was deemed inefficient and dated, with production being ceased and the operations shifted to more economical facilities. A large number of people lost their livelihoods as a result, with the factory falling quickly into disarray, following suit with the rest of the city.

It was a sad story that could be said for many of the numerous decrepit industries around Gotham. Such struggles were some of the leading causes of crime, and one of the many reasons this city was in such a state.

It definitely explained many of the goons currently working around the factory that Red Robin was currently watching through his binoculars. He’d been there for some time now, assessing the situation. He needed numbers. Entry points. Exit points. He didn’t like going in blind, especially when going against someone as smart as Victor Fries.

It didn’t take long for him to find the answers to his questions though. There were approximately 12 individuals patrolling around the place, not including their icy leader. It would probably be quick work to make his way through them, however, that meant the potential chance of his cover being blown. That meant sneaking his way in. That wouldn’t be much of a problem though. While a further look found that several of the various entrances were either locked or guarded, with many of the windows boarded up, he was pleased to see that such the building wasn’t completely impenetrable.

As Tim map out a plan within his head, a sound from the rooftops around him caught the young man’s attention.

He turned, a look of surprise forming across his face for a moment before Tim furrowed his brow.

Well, you’re certainly the last person I expected to receive that call.
I finally return from my holibobs today, so hoping to catch up ok the IC before starting on a post.

Also I've been thinking and I might make Tim a roaming character if that's ok, since I'm currently looking to play support for more than just 1 character (unless that's actually fine of course and not an issue)
And with that post, I'm on vacation for a week. Message me if you need me :)


Red Robin #3 – Yet another problem
Location – The Belfry, Gotham City, New Jersey.



If you thought you could save a loved one, how far would you be willing to go? That was a question that plagued Tim’s mind whenever it strayed towards the infamous Mr. Freeze. Dedicating his life to the study of cryogenics, Dr. Victor Fries's life had spiraled after his wife tragically found herself contracting a rare terminal illness. In an effort to save her life, he had placed her in cryo-stasis until he could find a cure. Such work wasn’t free though, with the tragic doctor donning a self-made freeze-gun and a suit of armour in order to fund his efforts.

The Batman had tried to lend his hand on many occasions, however, as the years of conflict showed, it would seem that the doctor wanted his mission to be a solitary one, with him believing that only he was smart enough to find a cure.

In his time as Robin, this cure was something that the boy wonder had thought to investigate himself. Tim was ashamed to admit, however, that such a plan was only one item within a list of hundreds. He knew it was important. It was to save someone’s life! But with everything that had happened in Gotham in recent years, it was definitely easy to get distracted.

Given the recent attack on Wayne Biotech though, that item had quickly been prioritized.

After politely ending his call with his potential future classmate, Tim had dived right back into work. The first challenge of course was finding where Freeze was currently holed up. That problem however proved to be a lot easier than he had expected. Given the nature of his work, Tim theorized that Freeze would need somewhere large and desolate, with enough generators and freezer space for his samples. That quickly narrowed it down to a number of factories within the city.

Pulling his cowl back over his head, Red Robin made his way into the night, leaping wildly from the clock-face of the Belfry down into the city below. The line of his grabbling hook rocketed outwards towards a nearby apartment block. After it found its mark, the line grew tight as the vigilante swung forwards. Reaching the peak of his swing, the line retracted, sending Red Robin into the air once more.

The 17 miles per hour winds, combined with this newfound momentum was exactly what he needed. Grabbing the edges of his cape, he stretched out his arms, the wind now carrying him forward above the streets below.



The locations of the factories listed themselves within the HUD of his cowl as he flew. From here Tim sought to narrow down his options further, however, upon reading one of the names, the teenager decided to take a gamble. Arching to the right, he changed his direction, moving towards the Narrows, one of Gotham’s most decrepit districts. If an ice-themed villain was trying to choose a factory to work out of, there was a good chance he’d go toward one catered to making ice cream. Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory seemed to be the perfect location, with the facility being adequate for his power needs, along with having plenty of potential lab space and storage. What more, was that it backed onto the Sprang River for easy disposal of whatever chemical waste the doctor within might have.

As the Red Robin descended gracefully upon the building opposite, his suspicions were immediately confirmed as he laid his eyes upon the gothic building before him. A number of characters, wrapped head to toe in thermal outerwear, huddled together smoking within the factory’s yard. A smile spread across Tim’s face as he brought a small set of binoculars to his eyes. He had recognised a few of them immediately. They were all ex-goons. Previous henchmen of all of the worst Gotham had to offer. Whilst not confirming the activities of Mr. Freeze himself, their presence at the very least hinted that something was afoot.

Tim reached to his commlink in the side of his cowl.

I’ve tracked Freeze to the abandoned Snow Cones Ice Cream Factory.” He spoke clearly, hoping that one of his many family members would be on the other end of the line somewhere. “Heading in now and will ping if I need a hand.
What's everyones favourite Superhero film?


Like a few people have said Spider-man: into the Spider-verse is an absolute masterpiece.

Also have a soft spot for Guardians of the Galaxy 2. And I don't know if it's purely because I've seen it recently, but Gunn's The Suicide Squad is already rising high on my list.

Under The Red Hood is also a blast, as is X-men: First Class
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Thats cause rather than give every character their own unique motif they just blare that every 2 seconds.


Oh you're definitely not wrong there at all!
Hate to agree with Sep, but yeah, I don't think the MCU has many memorable pieces let alone entire scores.


I'd argue that the main avengers theme is very memorable now, although that's the only one
Looks like I'm throwing down a competing crocodile loki sheet


Red Robin #2 - Welcome to the Belfry
Location - The Belfry, Gotham City, New Jersey.



Admired and beloved by her peers and teachers alike, Janice Lincoln was the perfect student. Born and raised in upstate New York, from the outside it seemed that Janice Lincoln had a fairly normal childhood. Admired and beloved by her peers and teachers alike, she excelled in her studies and constantly found herself the centre of attention. You’d almost think she was perfect, if not for the whispers and secrets of her home life. The most people knew was that her father was absent most of the time, only dropping by the house once every blue moon. The truth of the matter was much worse. Her father, Lonnie Lincoln, was actually the infamous crime lord and foe of Spider-Man, Tombstone.

You’d think such a fact would lead Janice to steer away from the brute of a man, however, strangely his occupation had the opposite effect. Janice idolized him. He spent his visits sharing tales of his exploits – his battles -, and Janice hung on to every word. While her school friends spent their free time hanging out and gossiping, Janice found herself mapping out her own heists and planning for her future. Of course when they found, Janice’s parents forbade her in following in Lonnie’s footsteps, but that didn’t stop her determination. She kept at her classes, and in some time went to college, where soon she became another force for evil; a lawyer.

She soon found herself defending another of New York’s deadliest; the Fixer. It would seem that part of her payment was a helping hand into the world of villainy, with the Fixer providing her a costume of his own design. She became the Beetle, an assassin for hire, and the predator of any person whose enemies were rich enough to pay her bills.

And as Tim Drake had just discovered after watching CCTV footage of her passing through airport security, she was now in Gotham City.

Everything about her fit the bill for Ramon Bach’s killer. She was the right height, and her MO fit the experimental round found. What more, that suit of her’s came with its own set of wings, meaning she would’ve been able to easily enter from that balcony. Now all he had to do was find her.

Running his fingers across the keyboard, the screens before him sprung into life, displaying a map of the city. A smaller screen flashed with colour to his right, as it sped through various CCTV cameras that Tim had hacked into, scanning the faces of all it showed. It wouldn’t be long until he located his target.

Red Robin sat back in his armchair, stretching his arms out over his head triumphantly, before spinning to face the rest of the Belfry. He had converted the pinnacle of Old Wayne Tower into his base of operations well over a year ago now, equipping it with all the technology he needed in order to create his very own Bat-cave, right in the heart of the city. From the screens that filled one of the walls of this place, Tim could be his family’s eyes and ears, providing them with all the support they could ever need while fighting the good fight.

He was proud of what he had accomplished here. Bruce liked it too, even if he did rather stick to that cave of his. He couldn’t blame him for that though. Even for Tim, that mansion would always be his home. Even with the ghosts of their fallen friend, that roamed those halls to this day.

The Belfry felt like a new start. A breath of fresh air, that Tim didn’t know he needed until he took that leap. A new home for the future.

Speaking of one potential future, it was at that point that Tim heard the buzz of his phone from his desk. It was a message from Tam Fox, youngest daughter of Wayne International’s board member Lucius Fox. The two of them had been working together recently for the Wayne Foundation, the company’s more charitable projects. The two of them had also been dating, although given the message he had just read detailing the dinner plans he had accidentally missed that night, that may not be the case for much longer.

Tim sighed, a pang of guilty hitting him hard. It’s not that he didn’t like Tam. It was genuinely nice to have someone in his life that he cared for outside of those who regularly found themselves donning capes and cowl every night. But as Bruce had told him ever since he first put on a mask, the job came first. He turned over the phone, hiding the message away.

Thankfully a distraction quickly came in the form of another of his screens lighting up, as an all too familiar face appeared before him.

Takeshi!” He exclaimed, a smile forming across his face. “How’s it going, man? Settling in alright?

Double R, I told you...” The teenager before him gave a smirk before relaxing back in his chair. “Call me Wiz-Kid.

Tim couldn’t help but let out a smile. The kid was confident. And who could blame him? He was one of a lucky few to receive a full scholarship to MIT.

It’s been amazing though. Like, check this out!” Wiz-Kid moved away from the camera excitedly, revealing his newest creation. Takeshi’s wheelchair no longer found itself confined to the ground on a set of wheels, but now moved effortlessly through the air, gliding peacefully. Clearly pleased with his work, he gave the controls on his armrest a quick tug, causing the brilliant red craft to spin beautifully before the camera.

Oh, nice!” Tim was now right up to the screen, taking it all in. “You got the thrusters all working in synch then?

Yeah, took a good couple of days though. Was a nightmare!

What about the power usage?” His eyes had moved away from the gleam of the red and was now analyzing the blueprints that Wiz-Kid had just transferred over to him.

Takeshi drifted back over to the camera, running his hand through his hair. “That’s my next problem.

Spotting something within the blueprints, Tim raised an eyebrow.

Have you considered flowing some of the kinetic power from the engines right back into the battery?” He asked, glancing back towards his friend.

Wiz-Kid’s eyes lit up immediately.

Bird Boy, you are a genius!” He cheered, his hands now running over the very same designs. After a few seconds of scanning over them, he glanced back up towards the camera. “You given any more thought on whether you’ll be joining me here? They don’t just give out those scholarships to anyone?

Another wave of guilt. Tim’s eyes moved away from the screen and towards the side of his desk, where a folded-up piece of paper sat, now doing little more than collecting dusk. He’d received the letter weeks ago now yet had come no closer to making a decision. Usually, Tim had no issue solving whatever problem he came across. One of the Riddler’s riddle? Piece of cake. What to do with his future? No clue.

And with everything that had happened in the last year, this wasn’t exactly something he wanted to spring on Bruce. He didn’t want him to lose another family member. Not after Alfred.

I... I’m still working it out.” Tim finally managed, his fingers now drumming his desk.

Wiz-Kid simply nodded. “I know what you’re doing there in Gotham is important. But here, you could help make a real difference to the world.

Before Tim could offer a rebuttal, an alert pinged across his monitor. He expected it to be the completion of his search for the Beetle, but it was much worse.

Mr. Freeze was back.
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