Thread: Worlds Finest (Vash x Kei)

don't worry Kei, I'm still here Tim was glad that she decided to stick around for a drink, though the place she decided was a little too crowded for his taste. He did not want to be in the limelight right now. He nodded ever so slightly to let her know that he was aware of the clubs location. He waved goodbye to her, following the ruse she was creating to throw people off that they were meeting later. With her gone he began helping the GCPD book the criminals and watched as thy carted them off to prison. Before he left Gordon came over to talk. I know it's not the usual batch of crazies we ask for your help but thank you anyway. We would have been here hours trying to negotiate with them had you not shown up. He held out his hand for Tim to shake and he happily did so. No problem Comissioner, I'll be around incase anything else pops up. Gordon nodded and left to go do the neccessary paper work. That was the one part Tim felt guilty about. All of the Bat Family worked just as hard as Gordon but he still has to work late filling copious amounts paper work and reports to file. Tim turned with his grapnel and swung all the way to a secluded spot. After checking to see if the coast was clear he pulled a remote out of his utility belt and clicked a button on it. An instant later a red car suddenly appeared out of nowhere, it was the Red Bird. Tim's personal hero transport that he had since he was Robin. It was like Bruce's Batmobile but sleeker and faster. The only downside was that it didn't have the wide array of gadgets that the Batmobile had, only a cloaking device and a few others that came in handy. He opened the drivers side door and sat in. Once inside he pressed a button on the consol and the outside changed from a sleek and fast military grade transport to a standard sports car that almost every wealthy person possessed. He raced over to his apartment and snuck up to his window. Once inside he removed his cowl and went to wash up for his meeting with Karren. He showered and brushed his teeth so he wouldn't have any awful odors coming from him. Next he moved to his dresser and pulled out a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a red button down to go over the shirt. He smoothed his hair over and grabbed his shoes before he was out the door. The Edge was easy to get to and he parked his car in an adjacent lot. Walking up to the entrance he could see a line of men waiting and trying to talk over each other. He moved to the bouncer and he asked for a name. When he said Tim Drake the bouncer laughed at him saying, Yeah, you and all of the guys in this line are. After that hot red head came in saying to let Tim Drake in every other guy here started sayin he was Tim Drake. Tim knew how to end this so he reached n his wallet and pulled out his ID and handed it to the bouncer. First the bouncer glanced in it but his eyes widened after he really read it. The ID would say Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, his full legal name. The bouncer started to stammer a bit, M-M-Mr. Wayne, sorry for not believing you sir! He opened the rope for him, to the mine of men's dismay. Don't worry about it... and it's just Drake. The Wayne is for legal purposes. With that he stepped into the bar. Immediatley he was hit by the pounding bass of house electronic music and the constant Woo!! from drunk adolescents who looked as if they got into the club with fake ID's, an issue that most Gotham club owners didn't address, more customers meant more many no matter what the age. Tim scanned and quickly found Karren in a booth. He maneuvered his way around the crowds and sat next to her. You know I know a nice pub closer to my apartment right? Much more low key and a hell of a lot quieter than this.