A faint silhouette could be seen making its way down the pitch black corridors.
An erratic off-tune humming accompanied the click-clacks of the figure's shoes, ringing aloud in the otherwise silent strutted along with an almost predatory yet nonchalant grace, their fingers trailing along the cold, white walls of the long since abandoned corridors.
Ah~ If the others could see him they might think he'd lost it.
That may not be too far from the truth anyways.
Tim just... had enough, you know? Really. He had already been sooooo close to the edge and no one seemed to notice.
(He was always a great pretender after all, wasn't he?)
It had only taken a little push to make him tumble over the edge.
Hah, they hadn't even seemed to notice, had they? Just going on with their bickering like something in Tim hadn't just snapped.
Like they hadn't just destroyed all that was left of the meager (oh so naive) hope (he had indulged himself with) of ever having a loving family.
(He was never made to have one, was he? It didn't even surprise Tim at this point, it was just a cold hard fact that he'd stubbornly tried to ignore for too long now. How stupid.)
Tim had just stood there, motionless, watching them go on with their argument like a silent movie clicking ahead picture by picture.
So, similarly to the wraith-like existence he had become over the years, he had just.. drifted out of the cave, no one seemingly noticing or caring that he was gone. (This time...for good)
Not like they would notice for quite some time. Afterall, they'd become quite the experts in ignoring Tim over the years unless they wanted something from him, just like his parents had.
Cobwebs and suspicious brown stains marked the once pristine white walls. As the minutes trudged on, Tim's fingertips gained a brown and murky tint to them as he uncaringly dragged them along the uneven surface.
They always seemed to forget, he wasn't called the smartest Robin for no reason.
Even Ra's acknowledged his intelligence, going as far as wanting to make him his heir by force, if necessary, when the gifts hadn't seemed to work.
The man was sure bat shit crazy but he was by no means stupid. He seemed to be the only one who truly realized how much of a destruction Tim would be capable of if he ever set his mind on it.
Tim stopped before a plain door, no different from any other he had passed along the way, and slowly, pulled it wide open.
One pair of reinforced boots stepped into the room.
The white noise had been still present when he had gone to pack his stuff (like someone had switched the channel to static)
Over the years the things he held precious kept dwindling, either destroyed by one of his supposed brothers or becoming too painful to even look at, happy memories turning into bitterness like an old picture getting faded and crumpled with age.
Tim's camera sat in all its lonesome in the middle of his desk, still in pristine condition even after all the time it was left to collect dust on his shelves. For a moment Tim contemplated taking it with him but in the end decided against it.
"It was time to find new hobbies anyway… let the past stay in the past as I am no longer planning to keep living in it"
With the last piece of his possessions safely tucked away in his bag, he straightened up.
Tim let his eyes wander over the mess that he had called his 'home' for the past year.
His indifferent gaze only lingering for a moment before Tim hefted up his luggage and with steady steps, walked out into the night, Red Robin gear left neatly folded on his bed, to be found by whoever came to look for him when his assistance was once again required.
He won't be needing it again anyways—it was long since due for him to shed the sheep skin and let his real nature out..
If the corridors were an abandoned wasteland, then the room was anything but.
The floor was littered with haphazardly thrown around papers, full of incomprehensible scribbles that would put any doctor's penmanship to shame. The remaining empty surfaces were occupied by a range of differently colored mugs, filled to varied degrees with questionable substances. In the middle of the room was an array of high-tech machines and monitors that would make any hacker drool on sight.
But, Tim guessed, being acknowledged no more than the air in their lungs was an useful thing when you have evil plans to implement.
Bruce finally could make use of his beloved contingency plans (not like they'd be of much use. The files on Tim might as well have been from the stone age for how outdated they were) and injury reports (which hadn't been updated in years)
(Not really because of Tim's paranoia - ok maybe a little bit - but he felt it was plenty justified. You don't give ammunition to your attempted murderers and live as long as Tim had. He was many things, but he wasn't THAT suicidal yet)
(It may have been more about no one bothering to ask or care. What good would it do him to report every scratch if it was only rewarded with a new stab or gunshot wound?)
Tim crossed the room at a sedate pace and threw himself down in the swivel chair carelessly, spinning a few times for good measure then he got to work.
Only the soft clicking noise of the keyboard and a faint humming sound could be heard echoing in the otherwise abandoned facility.
Tim was neither Robin, nor Bruce's son anymore (if he could have ever been counted as such) so… pray tell, why exactly should he still abide by his non-killing rule?
Codes and numbers haphazardly flashed through the screens at a rapid pace.
Tim let out a pleased hum, eyes crinkling in delight as a slight smirk flashed through his expression.
As he pressed down one last key, his screens lit up in a riot of reds and yellows. Starting from the innermost cells, the fancy little cages exploded one-by-one fast enough that the inmates didn't even have time to let out a scream. The delightful image of Arkham going up in flames appearing on his screen only made Tim's grin grow even wider.
As multiple well-known rouge bases exploded at the same time all around the city, Tim's final words came out almost as a purr-
"Let the mayhem begin~"