4953/Prodigal Son

Prodigal Son
Date of Scene:	18 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Red Robin, Oracle

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Red Robin has posed:
Red Robin waited till it was late at night, all the lights in the watch tower having been out for a couple of hours before he made his move. Using the 'wings' of his costume to glide from the high rooftop the slight hiss of his grapnel gun with the thunk of the grapple digging into the stone can barely be heard as he times it with a near by car horn blowing. Landing on the balcony of the tower Tim quietly looks over the locks tools pulled out to let himself in silent as a shadow. 'OK Tim, where would Barbara keep her access point when not in use..' he thinks to himself activating the night vision in his cowl..

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon didn't always sleep in the Clock Tower, but she's since set up an apartment there in the time he's been away. Security is state of the art, even though the alarms aren't audible to anyone but the red-haired resident. So while Tim can break in, it's not as though his entry goes unnoticed. Far from it.

While he's debating where to look, his contemplation is interrupted by a low, feminine voice with a distinctive rasp to it. Something learned from a bigger, older Bat. "You'll want to stop right there, unless you're fond of concussions. Last warning."

Red Robin has posed:
Red Robin turns smoothly to face the voice, the tall red and black clad man's eyebrow quirking a brow. "So, what did I miss Barb?" he asks curiously "I thought I got all the sensors on the window and I avoided the pressure plate on either side" comes the familiar voice of Tim Drake-Wayne the younger man reaching up to pull the cowl off his head.

Oracle has posed:
There's a soft exhalation of breath, then Barbara says softly. "Lights on low." The apartment becomes softly illuminated, showing the redhead standing there with a bola in one hand. She's wearing loose-fitting shorts and an oversized T-shirt with a Superman logo. "Tim? Oh wow, I didn't expect you. C'mon inside." She sets the bola down and heads for the kitchen. "I left the standard stuff on the windows as a diversion, but the whole apartment is rigged with motion sensors inside now. Want something to drink?"

Red Robin has posed:
Red Robin shakes his head "Nah, I'm, not thirsty right now. I was wondering if I could use your bat computer access. I've been.. out of town for a while and I'd like to catch up on 'current events' he explains glancing around the room and following Barbara into the kitchen.

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon gets one for herself anyway, returning with a bottle of kombucha. She looks him over closely, perching on the arm of a sofa. "So you're back, but you don't want anyone to KNOW you're back." she sums up, taking a sip. And the redhead seems to be okay with that. "I'll go one better, with a condition. I can set you up with remote access, either a laptop or a tablet. But you also take an earpiece with you, and you keep in touch."

Red Robin has posed:
Red Robin looks surprised quirking a brow for a moment his face turning into a slight scowl. "And what exactly would this 'condition' be?" he asks curiously not out right saying no, but not saying yes either just yet..

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon smiles a little, meeting his gaze as she takes another sip. "Don't lose the earpiece. Answer when I call. And keep in touch this time." she replies. After a moment she adds. "Listen, Tim. I'm not sure where you've been or what's been going on, but you're family. And we look after each other. Can you live with that?"

Red Robin has posed:
Red Robin grimaces and nods. "Yeah, I can.. just so long as I don't have to put up with Damian twerp makes me want to punch him in the face each and every time I run across him. I just want to punch him in the face. " he comments with a sigh and a growl..

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon sighs as well, mostly masking it behind the bottle. She shifts forward, easing off of the sofa arm. "Fair enough. I'll make a note to Bruce to keep you two separated until further notice." She pauses on the way to her workstation, then. "Did you want Him to know you're back, or just keep this to ourselves? Also, if you need a place to crash I can make you a card for the elevator."

Red Robin has posed:
"NO!" he exclaims before calming down a bit. "No.. Don't let Bruce know I'm back in town yet." he says simply "I'm getting a feel for things, and I don't want to have him breathing down my neck." he says in explanation. "Let me approach him, I can deal with the tiny terror in small doses, so no worries about that either." he explain running his hand through his hair. "How've you been?" he asks changing the subject

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon smiles at that, setting down the bottle and pulling a small tablet out of a box. "I'm doing pretty well, thanks. And yes, I'll keep you off the grid." Peeling the wrapping off, it's clear that the device is new. She plugs it in and starts prepping it while they talk. "I've been doing more support these days, but I have a much longer reach through the internet than I ever did with cape and cowl."

Red Robin has posed:
Red Robin grins and nods. "I understand that.. few months back in infiltrated a small arm of the League, managed to avoid Ra's and The White Ghost, crippled their computer network for the better part of two years I'm guessing." he explains resting against the door frame as he watches her work.

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon lets the datapad download all the security protocols, turning her full attention to Tim now. "Oh really? We definitely need to talk shop sometime. That's no mean feat." She pauses, then nods towards the device. "That's going to be a little while. So DO you have a place to stay? I'm going to make you a key card anyway. My *friends* enter through the front door."

Red Robin has posed:
Red Robin smiles. "I got a place I'm setting up. thanks though, I'll try to not be scarce" he says taking both the pad and the key card. "If you need help any time, let me know." he adds