downtime. honest. [open]

[battorch]

In light of his injuries, Tim hadn't been doing as much work as he honestly would have liked to-- he was supposed to be taking it easy while he finished healing, and thus had spent more time around as himself, as opposed to as Red Robin.

Of course, he still had a lot of on his mind. Even without that taken into consideration, he wasn't a fan of idling. He'd spent a fair amount of time as 'Tim', at least, but beyond that-- well, if his work was being limited (though he could work on his own private things, as well), at least he still had training. He considered it physical therapy.

He had to be careful of course-- he was already probably moving himself too much-- but exercising was still important, after all. Even if it was lighter than he would normally allow himself. At least he was being sensible about it.

((ooc: Because of his injuries, Tim Drake is going to be around more than usual! While Red Robin is still in his usual haunts-- working with Engineering, Programming, Neuropathy, Security...--and with a decent amount of training mixed in. So feel free to run into him anywhere, as either, though those are the most likely places. c: ))

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[battorch]

Tim moved to dodge back again, but Zouichi was a fast opponent. The kick connected with Tim's leg, though his movement backwards did help lessen the impact (though they weren't fighting that hard to begin with), making it enough for him to have to use the motion to move back a bit further.

"So what, point for you then?" he asked, smirking plenty for being the one who just got hit. Without waiting for any kind of pause or reaction, he moved in withe his weapon again, aiming a swift, though light, hit for Zouichi's side.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"We're playing for points?" Zouichi asked. He thought they were just playing for fun!

The staff scraped briefly past his side before he deflected it with another blow from the baton. "Do you do this often?"

[battorch]

"I guess we are now," Tim replied easily, moving back slightly, getting a bit of distance before he dove in for another light swing, lower this time.

"Not this exactly, no," he said. "Not 'for fun' so much." Not that he wasn't taking this seriously, but the context and the levels they were at put it in a different light than anything he'd do otherwise. "And you? you make a habit of tag-with-weaponry?"