Thread: Making things right (Vash x Maiesiobreed)

Tim Drake sat alone a the top of a Gotham sky scrapper. Was he in his red and green Robin attire? No. Was he in his black and red redesign of the Robin suit? No. Thanks to a certain Damian Wayne those suits will not see the light of day for quite a long time. His new suit, now under the identity as Red Robin, consists of along-sleeved red tunic, along with black boots, tights, gauntlets with triangular fins for defense , cape and cowl homage to his now former mentor. It also includes a black-and-gold utility belt that carries his weaponry such as his bo staff Tim's personal favorite and throwing discs. He would admit that the suit is nothing new, Tim had been wearing a hero costume for awhile now and they all started to feel the same, but this one felt somewhat different. With the past suits they were all conected by the simple R on the left side of his chest. He was taking over a position already filled by two other peopl. This suit was different, it was his own, no others before him have taken this title. He was now truly his own hero. With that thought he got up from where he was sitting and looked over the city. It was time to make himself known. He stepped to the edge of the building and took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. After the exhale had ended he took a small leap off of the roof. He plummeted toward the ground, the wind whipping around him, the cowl keeping his hair from blowing all over the place. When he was a few meters from the ground he gripped his cape. An electrical signal from his gloves went through the material in his cape and stiffened the spines in them and the cloth tightened around them to form stiff wings. The wind caught in the pockets and Tim was able to pull out of his dive and into a speedy glide over the rooftops of Gotham. God he loved being the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, it had so many perks! Along with the new gadgets he had taken on extra training on Bruce's advice for he and Dick to follow the path of training that Bruce took to become Batman. Why the extra training and new gadgets? Simple, to become better than Jason Todd, also for a bit of vengance. The past two times he had crossed paths with him he was left beaten and bloodied and even took a partner hostage. He had felt so guilty for letting Power Girl fall into his hands. No telling what the hell that bastard did to her while Tim recovered from his wounds and trained. Tim thought he had it under control, he had scoped out Jason's hideout and knew points of entry. He then had Power Girl, a Kryptonian for christs sales, backing him up on this. Still Jason got the drop on them and the next thing he knew Jason was beating the daylights out him with a crowbar and then slipping a knife between his ribs and left to bleed out. Luckily Bruce had been looking for him and was able to get Tim out of there and treated, he didn't find Power Girl. All he could find we're trace amounts of Kryptonite. Jason had some, that's how he nabbed Karren. Now Tim was able to track Jason down again and this time he knew he had all the knowledge he needed. He found the building and dive bombed right through one of the windows on the roof. He quickly stood up and shouted, Todd!!! And speak of the devil and he shall appear. Jason stepped from one of the shadows in his iconic red helmet, clapping slowly. Well well well Timmy, look at you! New costume and all!! Are you here just to see little old me? Tim had no time for witty banter and he kept to tackle him. They fought and fought until Tim gained the upper hand and ripped the helmet from his head, the damn bastard was smiling. Where is she! he demanded, Where is Power Girl?! Jason smiled wider, You mean my little cum dump? Why don't you see for yourself. He pressed a button on a remote he had in his jacket and a light turned on. Tim turned in horror to see Karren Starr beaten, her costume torn and her stomach swelling. Tim put two and two together and a great rage swelled within him. Does it make you mad Tim? Does it put a fire in your belly to just snap my neck for what I did. You know I wonder what she'll name my boy? Well you don't really know if it's mine, it could be a friend of mines or another villain I let in on it! Tim knew he was bluffing, Jason was too much of an egotist to let anyone else have at her but him. Jason was just trying to make him mad. Tim looked around and found a crowbar lying near them, poetic justice. Before Tim could get it Jason held out something in his hand, it was a gun. Come on Tim, Bats ain't here to say no. Tim shook his head, No, Bruce set the rules. No guns, no killing. Jason laughed at his retort, Come on kid grow up! I raped your pal and now she has my kid! It's your fault she's like that and I'm responsible as well. So come on, take it, put it to my head and squeeze that little trigger.... Come on!! Tim quickly reached and grabbed the crowbar shouting, No!!! and beat the crowbar across Jason's head. He hit the ground limp, unconscious. Tim called Jason in and then practically sprinted to Karren. He knelt next to her and examined her. Karren... Karren look at me, it's Tim, Tim Drake. Are you ok? Is anything broken or fractured. He needed to get her out of here before the cops arrived, but he needed to know if she was alright to move.