I just need specific wards against all that demon energy. Got the right contacts for it...
[ Much of which he can thank Bruce for, Batman having built such associations before Tim ever donned his first Robin suit. The magic community of this world is tight-knit and esoteric, so it helps to have a few Leaguers among them. Outside of that, Tim can always ask Zachary Zatara for a favor... if he can remember the dude's number. In any case, the difficulty isn't in the prospect of reaching out to any one magic user. The difficulty's in figuring out when, because as much as Tim's raring to go, he has a growing feeling Ann's not gonna let this slide. Not much he can do to stop a cult if he's too damn injured and could possibly die if he's reckless.
Of course, Tim likes to call such decisions calculated risks. And here he is reaping what he sows, stilling himself to give Ann the allowance she needs to apply the gauze and add pressure. ]
Yeah, I'll holler. [ And before he forgets-- ] Thank you.
This is a tall order, and... yeah. It means a lot.
[ Not that he has to prove how much she means to him, or vice versa. At least she doesn't have to worry about him consulting magic people to drastically alter reality and send villains from other dimensions after him! ]
There was just no time. Cults usually lay low before they do something big, and in this case... they kinda were. Caught them making a move to send victims here all the way from Gotham. I had to follow them, trace them back here, so I did.
[ He laughs at himself. Relief to be alive? Relief at the pyrrhic success? ]
At least I know their whereabouts now.
[ This is also him trying to talk away the pain brought on by that pressure, however necessary it is to stop the bleeding. ]
Here, why don't I just--
[ He reaches with a free hand to clutch the gauze, seeming to want to offer his hand in place of hers. Instead, if not a tad predictably, his hand lands on hers. He cups it gently as if to acknowledge her efforts, despite a clear lack of experience with first aid. Maybe Mementos isn't a bad idea, but right now, Tim doesn't seem to mind. Not when his hand departs from its place to tug at her forearm, gesturing to pull her in closer.
Upon doing so, Ann will find her bird-brained boyfriend leaning forward to plant a kiss on her cheek. As his unwounded side continues to lean on the sink countertop, he reaches with another hand to cup Ann's face, to prime her for yet another kiss-- this time intended for her lips. He may be injured, causing her to fear for his well-being more than ever before, but again-- to him, this is kind of another Tuesday. There's no detectable urgency in his movements, no desperation, as if his actions now are in the hopes of easing Ann's anxieties.
With no guarantees of it working, of course. Maybe Tim just wants an excuse to kiss Ann... and to keep kissing her. Because the first moment that their lips touch isn't enough. He pulls her in closer, never so abruptly as to interrupt the pressure of her hand on the gauze. His lips, now, go deeper. Press tighter. As if knowing he'd be visiting Japan gave him certain expectations. Certain wants.
So here he is trying to gratify them, to reciprocate - perhaps - some of Ann's own. Despite the obvious prevailing circumstances. ]
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[ Much of which he can thank Bruce for, Batman having built such associations before Tim ever donned his first Robin suit. The magic community of this world is tight-knit and esoteric, so it helps to have a few Leaguers among them. Outside of that, Tim can always ask Zachary Zatara for a favor... if he can remember the dude's number. In any case, the difficulty isn't in the prospect of reaching out to any one magic user. The difficulty's in figuring out when, because as much as Tim's raring to go, he has a growing feeling Ann's not gonna let this slide. Not much he can do to stop a cult if he's too damn injured and could possibly die if he's reckless.
Of course, Tim likes to call such decisions calculated risks. And here he is reaping what he sows, stilling himself to give Ann the allowance she needs to apply the gauze and add pressure. ]
Yeah, I'll holler. [ And before he forgets-- ] Thank you.
This is a tall order, and... yeah. It means a lot.
[ Not that he has to prove how much she means to him, or vice versa. At least she doesn't have to worry about him consulting magic people to drastically alter reality and send villains from other dimensions after him! ]
There was just no time. Cults usually lay low before they do something big, and in this case... they kinda were. Caught them making a move to send victims here all the way from Gotham. I had to follow them, trace them back here, so I did.
[ He laughs at himself. Relief to be alive? Relief at the pyrrhic success? ]
At least I know their whereabouts now.
[ This is also him trying to talk away the pain brought on by that pressure, however necessary it is to stop the bleeding. ]
Here, why don't I just--
[ He reaches with a free hand to clutch the gauze, seeming to want to offer his hand in place of hers. Instead, if not a tad predictably, his hand lands on hers. He cups it gently as if to acknowledge her efforts, despite a clear lack of experience with first aid. Maybe Mementos isn't a bad idea, but right now, Tim doesn't seem to mind. Not when his hand departs from its place to tug at her forearm, gesturing to pull her in closer.
Upon doing so, Ann will find her bird-brained boyfriend leaning forward to plant a kiss on her cheek. As his unwounded side continues to lean on the sink countertop, he reaches with another hand to cup Ann's face, to prime her for yet another kiss-- this time intended for her lips. He may be injured, causing her to fear for his well-being more than ever before, but again-- to him, this is kind of another Tuesday. There's no detectable urgency in his movements, no desperation, as if his actions now are in the hopes of easing Ann's anxieties.
With no guarantees of it working, of course. Maybe Tim just wants an excuse to kiss Ann... and to keep kissing her. Because the first moment that their lips touch isn't enough. He pulls her in closer, never so abruptly as to interrupt the pressure of her hand on the gauze. His lips, now, go deeper. Press tighter. As if knowing he'd be visiting Japan gave him certain expectations. Certain wants.
So here he is trying to gratify them, to reciprocate - perhaps - some of Ann's own. Despite the obvious prevailing circumstances. ]