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Finishing touches - JLA Watchtower RPG
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Finishing touches
Open crates containing plastic wrapped components and pallets bearing specialized and custom made equipment formed a semi circle around the main terminal station and over sized High Density monitor. The overhead lights punctuated a stark contrast of light in the immediate area when compared to the deep shadows around. Now and then the flash of light from an arc-welder would flare up and the distinct smell of welded metal would cut sharply into the air.

Tim's legs stuck out from an exposed panel in the wall behind the steel and chrome workstation. The sounds of diligent labor partially muffled by the paneling testified to his connection to the evidence of the welder's activity.


"Amanda Waller."

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From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
"No way."

Positioned as if reclining on a couch, Connor floated 5 feet above the immediate area where Tim was working. Half his concentration was on a game he was playing on his smart phone.


"Leslie Tompkins."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tim slid partly out of the wall to give Connor an incredulous eye.

"Dude, she's almost my mom. No. Way."

He wiped a smear of grease off his cheek, or at least he tried. It ended up more like a smear.
Annoyed, he retrieved a rag to do a better job of removal.

"Blackfire."
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Looking up from his game,

"Hell. Yes."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tim grabbed a bottle of water and chugged half of it before returning to the opening in the wall.

"You sure? You know she'd like kill you afterwards, or make you her slave or something."
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Connor leered.

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure I'd go with a smile. I'm sticking with 'Yes'."

He looked back to his game.
"Crap, zombie ate my brain. Gotta start over."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Use the spud bombs. They're cheap and will buy you time."

Tim turned off the welder and collected his tools. He slid out of the wall and began reattaching the panel.

"Mercy Graves."
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Mmmmmmmm...no. No way."

His thumbs tapped across the screen of his phone.

"You done?"
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tim looked up, his expression conveying his skepticism about Superboy's sanity.

'Yes' on Starfire's bug-nuts sister but 'No.Way.' with Lex's hot secretary?"

He finished with the wall panel.
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Connor returned the look with a mock air of justified dignity.

"Blackfire might cap me, but she'd do it first. Mercy though, she'd just hit me with kryptonite or have a squad of Lex's goons bust in before we ever went there."

He gave a mean grin.

"Batgirl."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Which one?"

He cleared some of the boxes away from the immediate area and dug a small remote control out of a drawer.
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Not the blonde. I already know that answer."

He thought about it and then snickered.

"The first one. The redhead."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
About to hit the remote's button he froze and looked at Connor is teen horror.

"DUDE! you're sick. She's like my older sister."

From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Hah! but would you??? I know I would. She's totally hot."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Man what is wrong with you? Is this some twisted freaky clone thing?
I would so not go there."

He tried to shake the image.

"Talia."
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Oh yeah. In a Lazarus pit even." he retorted with bravado.

He nodded towards the high tech console with it's readouts and blinking lights.

"Dude, lets see if you suck with a wrench or not."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 2nd, 2012 05:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tim rolled his eyes.

"And here I thought Nightwing was a man-whore."

His thumb depressed the red button on the remote and the soft whirl of hidden motors sounded from inside the nearby wall. At the same time, the entire console, monitor and chair assembly began to move and the entire section of floor rotated one hundred and eighty degrees. What now stood before them was a plain desk with school books, a standard PC, chair and a few sport posters adorning the wall behind it. There was no sign or seam of a secret wall to be seen.

"Told you it'd work......you whore."
king_marvel From: king_marvel Date: February 21st, 2012 09:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Okay, panic mode starting in 5, 4, 3...." CM3 his mind, digging up as much of Solomon's wisdom as he could. Kon-El gave off a telekinetic aura that would normally flag a metahuman a mile away. And as much as he despised asking, he could only help at the moment.

"You're not panicking you know. Because one of us has to keep it together, sooooo...I'm in the driver's seat on this one. Quarterbacking y'know?" He hovered in mid-air, closing his eyes to clear out any disturbances and then...

"There. Got him" With an arc, CM3 slowly approached the glow, trying to find the best way to announce himself.
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 21st, 2012 10:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
Proximity of an incoming flying object. Yeah Robin's got the place set up to pick up on that kind of thing.

"Company. Go take a look and I'll shut down thing here."

Not waiting Tim hurries to stow the suspicious looking pieces of tech. In a few moments, the place just looks like in the middle of a really enthusiastic remodeling job.
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 21st, 2012 10:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Skipping three steps at a time, Connor heads up the stair well. He slips his glasses on and shoulders a 'Gotham High' varsity jacket to complete the look. A moment later he reaches the roof access and looks skyward.

"What the ...?"
king_marvel From: king_marvel Date: February 22nd, 2012 11:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
"That didn't take long!" "Well, hate to say it, but we ARE kinda bright up here...Hang on, I've got it. Distraction going in..." CM3 notes the sound of heavy footsteps, and Superboy's aura getting brighter.

The figure shimmers for a moment, and goes opaque, reforming itself into a more familiar shape.

"Hello? Wait...hi. Who are you?"

From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 22nd, 2012 11:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
*blink*

I would totally add this to the list...

*blink*
Holy Crap...stall for time.

"I uh....I'm Connor. Can I help you Ma..uh 'Ma'am'?"

*smoooooooooth..*
king_marvel From: king_marvel Date: February 23rd, 2012 12:09 am (UTC) (Link)
"M'aam? No, you've totally got me confused. I'm Mary. Or, better yet...Captain M....You know, we'll just stick with Mary."

"REALLY!? Really. you're blushing. I know you're blushing. Besides, hello! TK readings are off the charts." "Omigod, Freddy Shut...UP. Identity cover! Hello!" The internal dialogue causes her eyes to fluctuate just slightly.

"This is going to sound like a weird thing but...you've got a Titans signal coming from near here. There haven't been any sightings of them have there?"
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 23rd, 2012 12:16 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm so busted...


"Ummm... well about that.."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 23rd, 2012 12:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Never having Connor play the front-man.
Ever.
Again.


From the darkened alley behind the building, Robin swings up from the shadows and alights on the ledge.

Mary Mavel....wow.

Tim keeps his game face in place.


"Mary." he keeps his tone cool and nonchalant. "What brings you to Gotham."
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 23rd, 2012 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)
WhatdoIdowhatdoidowhatdoIdo....

"Umm ahhh, you people look busy. I'll just um..."
He looks desperately to the stairs.

"..go downstairs."

I suck
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 23rd, 2012 12:28 am (UTC) (Link)
His mask hides his eyes, but they're rolling. He smirks a little.

Note to self: work on Connor's secret identity skills


"Hey John Cusak , she's not buying the act. "
king_marvel From: king_marvel Date: February 23rd, 2012 12:22 am (UTC) (Link)
"Its okay. We've all got our secrets. Just point me in the right direction and...." "Who SAYS that? We've all got our secrets....did you watch a weekend full of Disney just to come up with that one?" "....Keep it up, Freddy. Seriously. Keep it up."

She turns her watchful eye away, pretending to scan the skyline for the Titans. "Gotham is really dark. Especially for 5 in the afternoon."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: February 23rd, 2012 11:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
*smirk*

"Lets head downstairs. We're trying to keep this place a secret."

He eyes the smoggy skyline of Gotham. It's a dense miasma of harbor fog and pollutants, resulting in deep and sometimes oddly toned sunset. The architecture of the decrepit neighborhood only adds to the deep shadows being cast. He sometimes forgets that Gotham isn't the standard city experience for everyone, especially when compared to sunny Fawcett.

Retrieving his swing line he heads to the roof access door, but waits there for Mary before descending.
From: krypton_or_bust Date: February 23rd, 2012 11:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Connor just bites his tongue, if only forestall his foot winding up in his mouth again.

He heads downstairs and looses the glasses and jacket once he's inside.
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