Secret Identities Come With Secret Lairs? [Open!]

[battorch]

For a while following his release from the pods, Tim had spent most of his time in the library (albeit as Red Robin), researching and reading. He poured over everything on the ship and the events surrounding it that he could find, making sure he had all of the information he could get, for now. He'd investigate more, soon...

But for the time being, he had finally torn himself away from the library. He had a place to stay, yes, but he wanted somewhere more private, that he could work out of when neccessary. A base of operations-- somewhere in the city. It hadn't been totally explored yet, after all. Plus, he needed to establish himself a bit more outside of Red Robin, especially if he wanted to keep up the distinction for a while (as futile as he'd heard it was).

So it was as Tim Drake that he was exploring the city at the time, feeling somewhat exposed without his cape or cowl, but his posture was confident, if slouched somewhat. Right then, he was a businessman and a teenager, nothing more.

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[nevergetscredit]

"Oh no, you wouldn't know me," Merlin said, smiling weakly. "I'm definitely not one of those...other Merlins."

He quickly walked up beside Tim. "So have you been here a while then?" he asked, hoping to change the topic.

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Tim raised an eyebrow at the defence Merlin gave, but smiled anyway, and joked, "Well I'd have probably recognized you if you were, right? It's nice to meet you though."

Tim walked casually, keeping an eye out for any buildings that looked worth investigating later, while keeping track of roughly where they were. "Not really," he said, fine with the subject change. "I just woke up here with the last group. How about you?"

[nevergetscredit]

"Right!" Merlin said cheerfully, although he didn't really understand how people from the far-off future could know what he looked like anyway.

"How do you know your way around so fast?" Merlin asked. "I only got here with the last group as well, and I still can't find anything."

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"Uh, luck, I guess?" Tim replied, and grimaced sheepishly. "I've always had a pretty good sense of direction, so I was just trying to keep track. It's still not perfect." Tim'd be angry at himself if he didn't have a good feel for the ship by now, though. It was unacceptable in his line of work.

[nevergetscredit]

"Can I have some of that luck?" Merlin said with a grin.

[battorch]

Tim laughed lightly at Merlin's comment, and offered a smile. "I'd share if I could."