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[Honey's Sweeter] Investigated
Title: Investigated
Fandom: DC Comics + Uncharted crossover
Rating: PG-13 (mention of consentual sex)
Summary: Red Robin intended to stalk Lynx for a night for a few clues. Instead, he got a lead that almost cost him his sanity.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, but I sure had fun writing it!
Some nights, it sucked being Red Robin. As Gotham's most diligent vigilante, you couldn't let a single lead slip from your fingers, even if you wanted nothing more than to go home and catch up on the next season of Witches' Reign. You were just getting to the good part too...! Instead, you had to shadow Lynx all the way back to her hideout. You might have lacked superpowers, but you had enough grace to hide your presence.
Your mentor's files had listed Lynx as a Code Orange threat. As a member of the League of Assassins, Lynx could take down entire bastions of people without thinking twice - and if she wanted to, kill them all in the same breath. You couldn't let someone like her slink away into the night. Tonight, Gotham's citizens might live - who's to say they'd all survive the next few hours?
Russ would call you paranoid. You could just picture him, all the way in his apartment in California, wagging his finger at you like you were two years old and you'd just stolen the last cookie from the cookie jar.
"Timmy," He'd plead in that voice that always made you question your life and your choices, "Come on. Go home. Dad and Mom're worried about you."
(Okay, so maybe he'd never actually said that to you, but you wished he did. If Russ asked you to jump, you'd always ask "how high?" He was the one person who could snap you out of this - and it was precisely why you'd also planned on his college girlfriend treating him to a nice steak dinner.)
As long as she'd distracted him with good food, he wouldn't call. You needed the opportunity more than anything. Or maybe you didn't, and you were just telling yourself that so that you'd feel better about stalking a wanted criminal and watching her make a cup of tea in her own kitchen. After a moment, you noticed another woman's silhouette in the window. She and Lynx cuddled close before they drew the curtains...
Oh.
Oh crap. You weren't about to witness what you think you were about to witness, were you? Kon would have killed to be here! In that instant, you knew you had to leave. It was slightly undignified to watch someone make tea; it was perverted to stay for the HBO movie special. Only Kon - and maybe Bart, if he were brought up to speed - would think it was appropriate.
So you rose from your perch and descended upon Lynx's apartment. While she and her girlfriend were getting cozy, you'd take the opportunity to investigate her place. You could figure out her morning routine, maybe hack into her phone and figure out her next course of action, or even re-route her next plane tickets if you were desperate. It wasn't hard to break her lock, nor was it any harder to take your steel-toed boots off so you could sneak around more quietly.
This was for the common good. You weren't breaking and entering her house; you were preventing crime and saving innocent civilians' lives! You were Red Robin, and Red Robin made sure his conscience was on auto-pilot while he worked. (Tim Drake, on the other hand, was questioning his alter-ego's every word, and maybe even his sanity.)
You got down to work, rolling up your sleeves (figuratively) and scanning the living room and kitchenette for even the smallest signs of sociopathy. You had some idea of what you were looking for; this Lynx claimed she was an undercover cop from Hong Kong. You wanted traces of her former life, things that could tangibly prove that she wasn't anywhere as dangerous as your mentor's files claimed they were.
So far, you hadn't found anything. Just a couple of plane tickets, some cheesy romance like the kind your sister liked, and a dress that looked strangely like the one you'd bought for her birthday... You didn't think Lynx shared Tori's style.
Just when you were about to leave out of frustration, the door opened, and an all-too familiar voice hissed, "The hell? What are you doing here?"
No way. No absolutely freaking way. You'd trailed Lynx all the way back to her hideout, and she was cuddling and kissing and making out with your older sister? They were in the same bed? EW. You were related to strange company - and you knew it - but this had to take the cake.
You mustered up the biggest glare you could manage and folded your arms. "She's a wanted criminal."
Tori reached for her gun. Before she could even pull it out, you'd pushed her towards the wall. "Don't bother," you hissed.
"Tim?"
... She had no idea it was you under the mask. Not until now, anyways. You internally groaned. How had she, of all people, missed the memo? She'd been out of the country for a while, and you knew she'd been late to the party initially, but you thought she would've guessed that you were Red Robin.
"I have no idea who you're talking about," you whispered with a practiced air. "But you really should date someone else."
She smirked softly, instead wrapping her arms around you as Lynx walked out to see her embracing you.
Lynx softly chuckled. "Is there something I should know about you two?"
Oh your sister did not just go there.
"Nothing at all," you grumbled, immediately prying Tori off you like she was last year's model. "This your new girlfriend?"
"Tori Fisher?" Lynx blinked back surprise (probably because you seemed to have no interest in your sister otherwise). What did she expect? Some sordid love affair that went south? Maybe if she weren't related to you! "Yeah."
"Figures." You didn't get what you came here for, your sister's girlfriend was your archenemy, and you were pretty sure Lynx would pull out her gun at any moment and shoot you. You hadn't even figured out if Lynx was telling the truth about her activities in Hong Kong! And you kind of prided yourself on that!
The only saving grace was that Tori used Mom's maiden name as her alias, instead of openly brandishing Dad's last name and marking her forever as your older sister. You were somewhat grateful that she'd thought about this ahead of time.
"You two deserve each other." With that, you held out your arms in defeat before you turned towards the door.
"Wait!"
Before you left, Tori reached for something in her purse before she gave you a long hug, the kind that she hated giving unless Mom mandated it to her, and kicked you out unceremoniously out the front door. You could hear her talking to Lynx and attempting to be all casual as she went, "Red Robin? He's your enemy? God, that guy's been a thorn in my side ever since I started hunting for treasure in Ecuador..."
It took all of your strength not to laugh as you jumped off the building and glided back towards your hideout. Treasure in Ecuador? More like your first family vacation with her - the first one you could remember, anyhow - where she'd officially called you a little twerp. One of these days, her habit for using the truth would catch up with her. You couldn't re-write your mentor's database files forever!
Only when you landed back on your usual perch did you notice that Tori'd snuck something into your pockets. Pulling it out, you noticed it was a copy of a passport with a name - Lynx's real name, one you hadn't seen her use anywhere else - and her Chinese insurance card. You were a little rusty on your Mandarin, but this was a real start. With this new lead, you should have enough time for research and two whole episodes of your show!
Your cell phone buzzed. Strange, you thought Tori and Lynx would've resumed their cuddling and left you alone for the rest of the night. Glancing down at it curiously, you noticed it was from Russ:
Just when you thought it was safe to breathe, your phone vibrated again as Russ added,
That's it. You were calling it a night. You'd bury yourself in your research or a marathon of your show or you'd eat all the mac and cheese you could desire, but you weren't venturing outside again. Not until you were absolutely, positively certain that your next lead would end without a disaster or a crisis or a question of your sanity.
Fandom: DC Comics + Uncharted crossover
Rating: PG-13 (mention of consentual sex)
Summary: Red Robin intended to stalk Lynx for a night for a few clues. Instead, he got a lead that almost cost him his sanity.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, but I sure had fun writing it!
Some nights, it sucked being Red Robin. As Gotham's most diligent vigilante, you couldn't let a single lead slip from your fingers, even if you wanted nothing more than to go home and catch up on the next season of Witches' Reign. You were just getting to the good part too...! Instead, you had to shadow Lynx all the way back to her hideout. You might have lacked superpowers, but you had enough grace to hide your presence.
Your mentor's files had listed Lynx as a Code Orange threat. As a member of the League of Assassins, Lynx could take down entire bastions of people without thinking twice - and if she wanted to, kill them all in the same breath. You couldn't let someone like her slink away into the night. Tonight, Gotham's citizens might live - who's to say they'd all survive the next few hours?
Russ would call you paranoid. You could just picture him, all the way in his apartment in California, wagging his finger at you like you were two years old and you'd just stolen the last cookie from the cookie jar.
"Timmy," He'd plead in that voice that always made you question your life and your choices, "Come on. Go home. Dad and Mom're worried about you."
(Okay, so maybe he'd never actually said that to you, but you wished he did. If Russ asked you to jump, you'd always ask "how high?" He was the one person who could snap you out of this - and it was precisely why you'd also planned on his college girlfriend treating him to a nice steak dinner.)
As long as she'd distracted him with good food, he wouldn't call. You needed the opportunity more than anything. Or maybe you didn't, and you were just telling yourself that so that you'd feel better about stalking a wanted criminal and watching her make a cup of tea in her own kitchen. After a moment, you noticed another woman's silhouette in the window. She and Lynx cuddled close before they drew the curtains...
Oh.
Oh crap. You weren't about to witness what you think you were about to witness, were you? Kon would have killed to be here! In that instant, you knew you had to leave. It was slightly undignified to watch someone make tea; it was perverted to stay for the HBO movie special. Only Kon - and maybe Bart, if he were brought up to speed - would think it was appropriate.
So you rose from your perch and descended upon Lynx's apartment. While she and her girlfriend were getting cozy, you'd take the opportunity to investigate her place. You could figure out her morning routine, maybe hack into her phone and figure out her next course of action, or even re-route her next plane tickets if you were desperate. It wasn't hard to break her lock, nor was it any harder to take your steel-toed boots off so you could sneak around more quietly.
This was for the common good. You weren't breaking and entering her house; you were preventing crime and saving innocent civilians' lives! You were Red Robin, and Red Robin made sure his conscience was on auto-pilot while he worked. (Tim Drake, on the other hand, was questioning his alter-ego's every word, and maybe even his sanity.)
You got down to work, rolling up your sleeves (figuratively) and scanning the living room and kitchenette for even the smallest signs of sociopathy. You had some idea of what you were looking for; this Lynx claimed she was an undercover cop from Hong Kong. You wanted traces of her former life, things that could tangibly prove that she wasn't anywhere as dangerous as your mentor's files claimed they were.
So far, you hadn't found anything. Just a couple of plane tickets, some cheesy romance like the kind your sister liked, and a dress that looked strangely like the one you'd bought for her birthday... You didn't think Lynx shared Tori's style.
Just when you were about to leave out of frustration, the door opened, and an all-too familiar voice hissed, "The hell? What are you doing here?"
No way. No absolutely freaking way. You'd trailed Lynx all the way back to her hideout, and she was cuddling and kissing and making out with your older sister? They were in the same bed? EW. You were related to strange company - and you knew it - but this had to take the cake.
You mustered up the biggest glare you could manage and folded your arms. "She's a wanted criminal."
Tori reached for her gun. Before she could even pull it out, you'd pushed her towards the wall. "Don't bother," you hissed.
"Tim?"
... She had no idea it was you under the mask. Not until now, anyways. You internally groaned. How had she, of all people, missed the memo? She'd been out of the country for a while, and you knew she'd been late to the party initially, but you thought she would've guessed that you were Red Robin.
"I have no idea who you're talking about," you whispered with a practiced air. "But you really should date someone else."
She smirked softly, instead wrapping her arms around you as Lynx walked out to see her embracing you.
Lynx softly chuckled. "Is there something I should know about you two?"
Oh your sister did not just go there.
"Nothing at all," you grumbled, immediately prying Tori off you like she was last year's model. "This your new girlfriend?"
"Tori Fisher?" Lynx blinked back surprise (probably because you seemed to have no interest in your sister otherwise). What did she expect? Some sordid love affair that went south? Maybe if she weren't related to you! "Yeah."
"Figures." You didn't get what you came here for, your sister's girlfriend was your archenemy, and you were pretty sure Lynx would pull out her gun at any moment and shoot you. You hadn't even figured out if Lynx was telling the truth about her activities in Hong Kong! And you kind of prided yourself on that!
The only saving grace was that Tori used Mom's maiden name as her alias, instead of openly brandishing Dad's last name and marking her forever as your older sister. You were somewhat grateful that she'd thought about this ahead of time.
"You two deserve each other." With that, you held out your arms in defeat before you turned towards the door.
"Wait!"
Before you left, Tori reached for something in her purse before she gave you a long hug, the kind that she hated giving unless Mom mandated it to her, and kicked you out unceremoniously out the front door. You could hear her talking to Lynx and attempting to be all casual as she went, "Red Robin? He's your enemy? God, that guy's been a thorn in my side ever since I started hunting for treasure in Ecuador..."
It took all of your strength not to laugh as you jumped off the building and glided back towards your hideout. Treasure in Ecuador? More like your first family vacation with her - the first one you could remember, anyhow - where she'd officially called you a little twerp. One of these days, her habit for using the truth would catch up with her. You couldn't re-write your mentor's database files forever!
Only when you landed back on your usual perch did you notice that Tori'd snuck something into your pockets. Pulling it out, you noticed it was a copy of a passport with a name - Lynx's real name, one you hadn't seen her use anywhere else - and her Chinese insurance card. You were a little rusty on your Mandarin, but this was a real start. With this new lead, you should have enough time for research and two whole episodes of your show!
Your cell phone buzzed. Strange, you thought Tori and Lynx would've resumed their cuddling and left you alone for the rest of the night. Glancing down at it curiously, you noticed it was from Russ:
Nasreen told me you suggested the steak dinner. Thanks kid :)
Just when you thought it was safe to breathe, your phone vibrated again as Russ added,
PS, it's not polite to stalk Tori's girlfriends, even if they're kind of weird. :(( I thought I raised you better than that bro
That's it. You were calling it a night. You'd bury yourself in your research or a marathon of your show or you'd eat all the mac and cheese you could desire, but you weren't venturing outside again. Not until you were absolutely, positively certain that your next lead would end without a disaster or a crisis or a question of your sanity.
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Tim's very discrete compartmentalization is fascinating to me because Nate does that himself a little bit:
And he's got this thing where he's a freaking robber for hire but he hates using fake credit cards. I love the glimpses into Nate's head TFL gives. But to get back to capes and Tim, iiiiiiiinteresting! It's almost like acting
if you're not like me and have a bit of voice bleed both ways.Ecuador pops up in a neat chapter! Nate's hired by a tribe to steal something back from a crime lord, accidentally rescues a local city's mayor while he's at it, and when the crime lord's gang has them cornered, the tribe saves their asses and no one dies.
(So naturally what I developed from this for Honey's was a family vacation where they run into the crime lord in question, who holds a grudge, and screeches "DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE" at Dad.)
One day Darren and Tim meet (in some AU of an AU or timey wimey shenanigans because the Drakes are quite a bit older than the Bronsons) and compare notes on caping and crazy shippy sisters.
"Yeah, there she goes with the boyfriend of the month."
"NOT MY BOYFRIEND, GO AWAY!"
"A month? Geeze, my sister's more like of the week."
"EXCUSE YOU, SHE IS THE ONE!"