| [Jan. 30th, 2010|09:21 pm] |
Dick had been watching the evening news, flipping through the channels when he landed on Star 8, Star City's biggest local network. And there, in bright flashes and with a big smile was none other than Timothy Drake. The report answered a lot of his initial questions - Tim had been off studying and that was why no one had heard from him - but Dick knew that there had to be more.
It didn't take long for Dick to put on his motorcycle jacket over his clothes (and uniform underneath that) and then hopped on the back of his Ducati. His destination was Star City. The drive didn't take too long, and by the time Dick had gotten there, he ducked into a local coffee shop and jumped on his internet phone. All it took was one email to Oracle, and he had an address.
Dick didn't pull up to the front of the warehouse until it was getting dusky - still too light for patrol. He cut the engine and left the bike tucked in between the buildings under a bit of tarp he found, and then came back around to knock on the front door.
To say that Dick was excited was an understatement. After his own arrival in Gotham and the welcome he had from Bruce and the New Guy, he was looking forward to seeing a familiar face. |
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