Owner	Pose
Phoebe Beacon	"I'm telling you, this place has the best selection of herbs and spices, Tim." Phoebe speaks up as she steps off the bus. Yes, the bus. Why? Because sometimes it's not worth finding parking, and it's nice to be able to lean against Tim without a console in the way.     "My dad and I had been coming here for years." THer hair was done up in poodle puffs today, rocking the adorable look with an earthy blue sweater and jeans, keeping a backpack on as she registers on where she's at in the crossstreets.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake has a backpack over one shoulder his other arm around Phoebe. "There are a few I would like to be able to get without ordering them in mass." He admits. Tim looks around the place, and asks "So, how did ya dad find it, and this where you got seeds for the herbs you grow as well?" He walks along with her letting her lead. He does make sure he is on the side of the sidewalk closer to traffic than her.
Phoebe Beacon	"Oh, no those I get from a catalogue." she states, and Phoebe looks back to Tim with a little smile, allowing him to protect her from the sidewalk. She walks at his side, arm looped loosely against his waist. A couple of people look at them in mixed curiosity.     "My dad had a bunch of friends in the area; this was originally where the aikido place we trained was at. So on occasion, after Saturday fighting, we'd stop here and grab cooking herbs, then go home and bake or make foods."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looks over to her and smiles "So, that's how you ended up getting into cooking?" He asks her. "I thought you picked it up more from ya mom." He admits. He ponders for a moment, and says "Speaking of your mom, think she would be up to doing Christmas at our place?"
Phoebe Beacon	"I'm pretty sure my mom would want Christmas at our house, in order to show 'those poor rich boys' what a real Christmas is like." Phoebe jokes. "We could always have it at the theatre. Throw a Christmas Tree on the stage," an engine revs up "-- decorate it all nice and pretty --" tires squeal --     "And maybe then have a little one in our room with--"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake nods, and says "Well meant the theater as our house." He says meaning her and him not the rich boys. At the sound of the Revving engine, he starts to look around and then the tire squeals have him ready to pull Phoebe away if need be, or to head to help others.
Phoebe Beacon	"I guess I still don't think of the Theater as home..." Phoebe states as she walks a few more steps -- and the sound registers. There is an unmarked gray van, beat up and rusty ,coming right for the couple as they walk on the sidewalk!     Tim thinks fast, and Phoebe stops walking, taking a few steps backwards as the crowd on the sidewalk scatters!
Tim Drake	Tim Drake will move to grab Phoebe, and moves to step into an alleyway to try to put them out of harms way. He does not stop watching though. Looking to see if the van is heading to try to hit them still or if it is out of control. He asks "You all right?" As he does quick check to see if anyone else is in danger.
Phoebe Beacon	"I'm all right--" Phoebe begins, and then two men jump out of the back of the van, weilding guns, trained on civillians and then training on Tim and Phoebe.     "You! And You! In the van!" one man barks. He's scraggly, tired-looking, looks like he might not have been able to shave for a few days.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake studies the two men, and says "Easy easy now, if you want money I can get you money." He plays off the rich boy as he tries to judge the men's abilities as well as any clue if they working on their own or henchmen for others. He does step in front of Phoebe, confident if he does get shot if it aint lethal in one shot she can heal him.
Phoebe Beacon	"We're counting on it. In the van." the unkempt man states, and then he makes a motion with his hand. "Or we can turn our guns on all these people on the sidewalk, and shoot through you and hit your girlfriend, 'cause we got a crash kit but it will only keep one person alive. So, you either act like the smart kid you are and get in the van like a good boy, or Gotham PD has a bloodbath. Your choice, kids."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake holds up his hand and says "Ok ok I will go with you." He looks at them and says "Just take me though. Let the girl go." He says as a worried boy friend, but knowing if Phoebe is free sparrowhawk can show up and track him down.
Phoebe Beacon	The two men look at one another, and then the leader reaches out to grab Tim roughly by the jacket as the van begins to rev again.     Phoebe, protectively takes a few teps after Tim -- which is when the gunshot rips accro the alleyway, striking her in her leg.     "TIM!" she cries out, in obvious pain, withdrawing backwards, blood foming from between her fingers!
Tim Drake	Tim Drake will make a slight move at the guy leaving himself open though for the man to hit him, and if he does rolls with it pretending to be hurt worse than he was. He does use the movement to activate a tracer on himself "Phoebe" He calls out the worry for her showing in his voice, even knowing she will be ok there is the gut reflex and he plays it up.
Phoebe Beacon	Always a gt reflex. It's never a nice thing to see someone punch your significant other, and Phoebe had to work extra hard to make sure her healing did *not* activate on overtime on her adreniline!     Tim is loaded p onto the van, another guy trying to knock the breath out of him with the butt of his rifle before throwing him in the back, and the driver putting the pedal to the metal!     The back of the van, it is true, has a crash cart. Adreniline, bandages, dressings. They definitely looked as if they had been planning on shooting Tim in the attempt to kidnap him.     "You won't beleive me--" the scraggly man states, attempting to pin Tim to the floor and handcuff him, "but this is for your own good!"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake winces and does put up a little fight but lets them get the cuffs on him. "Like shooting my girl friend was for my own good?" He back talks a bit, but the trained mind keeping track of where they are going and turns they make.
Phoebe Beacon	"That was because she's a witch!" the driver states, "She obviously bewitched you, that's why you fell in with her. She was leading you right to the other den of witches where they were going to rip yo uto shreds, man!"     Scraggly gives a nod of agreement. "The hold will let go as soon as we're far enough away--"     They've taken several turns. They're purposefully zig-sagging thogh the city to try and throw off any potential followers, until they pull out and there is a screech of wheels and brakes, and a loud, angry horn!     "That's what they're doing. They use enchanted make-up and spells to try and win you over, and then they'll steal your soul and put an animal's in you!
Tim Drake	Tim Drake stops mid fighting and looks at the men. He has faced crazies of most every kind, but this is new to him "Witches?" He asks the men, and asks "Your not kidnapping me for money?" He studies them to see if they seem to truly believe this.
Phoebe Beacon	"What... no. No we're not kidnapping you for money!" Scraggly states. "But you wouldn't believe us if we tried to tell you she was after your soul, man!" he continues, and he sits down, looking tired. Tim might have a better chance to take a look at their weaponry. Only one of the rifles is real. The other has the imprinted logo of a paintball company and has been spraypainted.     So Sparrowhawk was shot with a real round, bt they probably didn't expect to have to shoot into the crowd at all, let al one actually hurt Tim.     "Yeah, Mike came up with it the other day -- Divine Inspiration -- it's like God came down to him dressed up as Jimi Hendrix in gold and purple and said to him that the Sons of Gotham are being pursued by Witches and Demons,and it is up to you to rescue them. So like, Mike's a prophet, and he's driving, and then Chris over there? He's got the van, and my name is also Chris. So it's nice to meet you, sorry it had to be like this -- but like we said, it's for your own good!"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake will rest his head in his hands a moment at this and sighs "She is not a witch, she did not bewitch me, she is my girl friend, and I like her for her, not some magic spell." He looks over and says "What was mike doing while he had this vision?"
Phoebe Beacon	"No, no man, God decended from heaven as Jimi Hendrix and said so!" Mike states from the driver's seat, and looks even more intent on the road."I am on a mission from God to save the Sons of Gotham, and we're going to clean the city, one person at a time, to save them from witchcraft. You were warned by God Himself at a gathering of the vanities, and when no one heeded his call we got The Message. We have become The Messengers, the Prophet, and we will serve His will in saving our city, one soul at a time!" he states.     "And, for your information, I was was on a lot of acid, bt it'd worn off most of the way."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake sighs a bit and looks at them considering taking them out here, but since it was a public taking, it might be best to wait on being rescued. He does subtly pull a lockpick he had hidden in his jackets cuffs and starts working the lock on them covering it with holding his hands close to them Have you got any others to help you?
Phoebe Beacon	"There's dozens of us now. We're on a message board, so it's not being tracked real close." Mike the Prophet replies, friendly-like.     "I mean, aren't we all Sons of Gotham, and thee girl, these witches, they're a threat to us all, right? Every guy in Gotham is at risk, but especially the high power ones because if they control you, they can control the city so much sooner, and then? It's over, man. It is over." he states.     And then there is a friendly knocking on the back of the van.     ... the back of the van that is going 75 miles an hour.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looks to the guys and raises a brow "What was that?" He acts worried and positions himself to be between the real gun and the guys if they have it where he can and if not ready to "accidently" bump into the guy with the gun. "Pizza Express delivering mid highway now?" He jokes with a nervous laugh.
Phoebe Beacon	"-- what the hell --" Chris states, grabbing the paintball gun and peering out the back.     "... is that a Bat?"     "Like a baseball bat?"     "-- no Chris, a Batman Bat!"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looka to the men and says "If it is the Batman, shouldn't you tell him, he might be able to help, I mean he is a son of Gotham right? He would want to save the other sons from the witches." He raises his voice a bit as he says this hoping Sparrowhawk can hear it.
Phoebe Beacon	"... Mike, where did the Batman figure into this?!" comes a nervous voice.     And Mike doesn't have an answer. That is, however, when the back door opens, and Tim would immediately recognize the hooded form of Sparrowhawk, with the blue and orange darts at her shoulder. The voice modulator in the cowl and domino makes her voice warble:     "Pull Over."     She's hanging on to the back of the van with one arm over head.     Behind her? Tim's Special Car. Presumabily tracking Tim.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake looks to the guys and says "Might want to listen to her guys, she works with Batman and Red Robin, they are always trying to protect the city, so she maybe able to help you.
Phoebe Beacon	The three guys look at one another. Scraggly Chris raises the paintball gun and pulls the trigger -- PAP! PAP!     The hooded figure glances down, where suddenly there's neon green paintball splotches.     The two other guys in the van brace, and Mike begins to try and shake Sparrowhawk off!     "FOR THE SONS OF GOTHAM!"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake sighs a bit and will shift his weight to slam into one of them, and falls on the real rifle to keep it out of the fight. He will look over to Sparrow hawk watching her as he has to be subtle in his helping here.
Phoebe Beacon	Sparrowhawk is holding tight, and she braces herself as Mike tries to pull the van to a hard left, and to a hard right. There's sharp traffic horns blaring, but Sparrowhawk is comfortable enough with whats going on. She braces, and loosens a bolas thtat strikes Chris with the paintball gun, causing Chris to get some bright lime green paint all over his face. The second Chris gives a soft cry of alarm as he's hit by Tim, and Tim covers the rifle.     The Sparrowhawk then catches the second chris, and pushes him towards the front.     Then she turns, and she reaches for Tim.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake will reach out to her, keeping his hands close together but the handcuffs only on one wrist now. "Thank you Sparrow Hawk,, you saved me." He does ham it up a bit. but lets her lead the way.
Phoebe Beacon	Sparrowhawk does not say anything, but she does grab Tim's shoulder, and shaking her head she tries SO HARD to repress the smile, and she steps to the back to the back of the van, and very gently gives a toss of Tim to his own car.
Tim Drake	Tim Drake gives out a "What the." as if he is scared but does find the hand holds he knows where are to keep himself from sliding off the car or anything.
Phoebe Beacon	Sparrowhawk was just behind him, her boots holding easierthan Tim's shoes, and she holds him steady. And Tim might be able to register that she was shaking beyond what the car might be influcing.     She breathes out, and as Mike speeds off with the van, she whispers:     "Are you okay?"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake nods, and says "Yea, you ok? They are crazies but not trying to hurt me, trying to save me from my girl friend, who they think is a witch and put a spell on me. Also think other women in Gotham are doing it to other guys."
Phoebe Beacon	"... well. I hope they get the help they need."     Sparrowhawk is trying *so hard* not to laugh.     "Please allow me to drive you home, Mr. Drake."
Tim Drake	Tim Drake nods, and will let her help him into the car, and once he is inside, he will tell her "Left a tracking bug on the van, and they are using boards to talk to others of the sons of gotham, we need to look into it. The driver was on acid and God as Jimi Hendrix appeared to him.
Phoebe Beacon	"... well. I mean, I'm glad the first one they shot was the one who actually can heal with magical powers." Phoebe replies, and she breathes out.     "All right, so do we track them or head back and track down the board, take the board down and then report the three for attempted kidnapping. Actual kidnapping?" she states, and then just sort of stares.     "... Jimi Hendrix, huh?"
Tim Drake	Tim Drake nods his head, and says "Well your leading on this one hon, I will let you make the decision, I am the rescuee this time." He offers her a smile.
Phoebe Beacon	"I can, and will, flip you on your back again, Tim." the girl states with a smile, and she looks at the car controls.     "... I still don't know how to drive this thing."