A (not so) Quick Work Out [open]

[battorch]

When not working a particular shift at a department, and when taking a 'break' from work in general, Tim was prone to doing some working out and training. If he was going to be out of any one of his departments, for any given time, he might as well spend it keeping himself in shape and his body honed. It was productive and sometimes it could help him think. And it was certainly better than spending any pauses he had by idling. He couldn't afford to do that.

As Red Robin, it was easiest to just work out in Hydroponics, if he were doing straight up working out, practising with his staff and enjoying the more open feeling. He'd set up training runs and he could work with weapons in relative seclusion. In those instances, he would focus more on balance and take a calmer, slower route, using the lesser muscles and doing more work with the finer aspects of martial arts.

But, from time to time, the simpler ways to work out (as opposed to running simulations of gang wars, target practise, weapons training, etc) had a lot of merit themselves. Plus, sometimes it was nice to work out without being weighted down by leather and kevlar, which was a luxury he couldn't always afford on the ship. In those cases, Tim would be brought to the Sensoriums, where he could use the simulations to call up a virtual gym. Plus, the locale had the added bonus of him being able to use the illusory capabilities to hide that he was maybe a little too well muscled for a teenaged social worker, and it could cover up any questionable scars that showed. He could play the role of a normal, active teenager, there, easier than elsewhere.

For the time being, Tim had called up the scene of a gym, sports equipment scattered for him to use as he might. And it was good that, in a moment's notice, he could change it all over again-- to an ice rink for a more literal cool down, or to a field, for instance. A little lonely, playing alone? Tim certainly didn't mind. It was an effective enough workout, if nothing else. Tim stretched whilst he ran over the options in his mind.

((ooc: Feel free to join him as either RR or as Tim. c: And if you want anything in specific, just let me know!))

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[morganknight]

"After two decades of it, which is the vast majority of my life, it ought to be. Though if given my choice, I prefer the more insane versions like transferring rice from a low bowl to a high bowl with chopsticks, one grain at a time, by doing suspended crunches."

His tone is light, but he's dead serious.

"How's the martial arts stuff coming on your end?"

Morgan, you idiot, you aren't supposed to fail to notice he's not in costume.

[battorch]

"Fair enough," Tim laughed at first. And of course Morgan was into that kind of intense thing. Tim'd never been a big fan himself, preferring, mainly, the more practical forms of martial arts. "I'm not quite that much of a veteran."

He was about to say more, but he shut up a little too abruptly at that. Did Morgan honestly already figure it out? Had Tim slipped somehow?

"Martial arts?" he echoed. But he kind of doubted playing dumb was going to do him much good right now.

[morganknight]

"Well, I think the meeting went well!" Morgan said, his attention mostly on the weight still in his hand, so that he added 'playing dumb' to the list of things he failed to notice too. "Might still take some work to get everyone coordinated, though."

[battorch]

So much for that. Tim shifted a little, uncomfortably. He hesitated, before his normal, almost high teenager voice dropped to something closer to his Red Robin tone. He needed to figure out how to deal with this quickly.

"There's work to do," he said flatly and cautiously. "But it's a start."

[morganknight]

"Weirdly diverse group, too. I know it takes all kinds, but still, that's pretty wild, isn't it?"

If it helps, Morgan didn't notice the vocal shift either. One could very legitimately question how he even survives, being that oblivious. The answer is a lot of intuition.

[battorch]

Hm. Tim had to decide how to deal with this. If Morgan was as oblivious as he seemed about this, that could play to his advantage. Because he meant he wasn't associating one with the other, per se-- but, if Morgan ever identified him as Red Robin, while he was out of costume, around someone else...

"Considering our situation, I can't say the 'diverse' is that weird a quality," he said with a faint grimace, and he turned his attention back to his own weights. "I think it's manageable, anyway."

[morganknight]

That was it in a nutshell; Morgan had, thanks to a general perception mostly of movement and build, not noticed a difference between Red Robin and Tim. One was the other, no matter the clothes!

"Of course it's manageable, we'd have no business doing it if it wasn't!" he said, chuckling.

[battorch]

Note to self: make the Sensoriums disguise build better next time

"True enough," Tim said, and actually managed a half laugh at that. "We'll have to do some more organisational stuff, still, though. Divide things up. We want to be lenient, but discipline is inherit in the subject."

[morganknight]

At the mention of that, Morgan glanced back over his direction. "Watch out for Azula. She likes to test, and she can manipulate fire with her martial arts."

[battorch]

"Noted," Tim noted with a faint, thoughtful grunt. He shook his head. "I've dealt with people with powers before, fortunately, but it's still an edge to keep in mind, especially if she's likely to push." And the last time he fought with someone who used flames his hands had been pretty badly burnt. At least he didn't intend to do anything that stupid again.

[morganknight]

"Just a little. She's eager and very capable... seems a bit on-edge, though." Either Morgan had completely misread Azula, or he simply wasn't bothered by the psychotic craziness... which to be fair, she hadn't turned on in his presence yet. "If you end up having any problems with that, let me know. I've done a little work with her."

[battorch]

Tim rose an eyebrow at Morgan's assessment, filing it away for later. He'd have to keep an eye on her, if the other man was even half right. "I'll keep that in mind," he said flatly. "Though I do, fortunately, had some experience with this kind of thing."

[morganknight]

"People flinging fire around?" he said, lifting an eyebrow in turn. "I kinda want to hear that story."

[battorch]

Tim laughed a little bitterly. "I meant more dealing with metas in general, but yes, that too, a bit. I fought someone in Spain a few months before 'waking up' here, actually, who had cybernetic implants in his hands. Incidentally, fist fighting with someone with fire hands? Not even as fun as it sounds."

[morganknight]

"I bet I could get Stephen to hook you up with some flameproof gloves," Morgan mused. "That would help. That seems to me like it would be easy."

Morgan is not going to start on how fun it actually is for him to have that sort of challenge. His training with Azula had been very entertaining and insightful, actually.

[battorch]

"Not a bad idea," Tim agreed, with a thoughtful noise. "My uniform can protect me from most, but it still has limitations."

He'd still enjoy the challenge. But getting burnt was never fun. "I suppose it's a bridge that we'll cross when we come to it."

[morganknight]

"Hey, we can cross it whenever! I just have to take you down to Mr. I'm Not Aware A Universe Exists Outside My Lab's place and badger him," Morgan said with a grin. It'd sound kind of terrible if Stephen wasn't his best friend.

[battorch]

Tim actually does laugh faintly at that. He's more than familiar with that kind of friendship dynamic, so it's not as if it actually strikes him as odd.

"Well, another time, either way-- but I will take you up on that offer." He wasn't going to do anything for Red Robin while he was Tim, after all. Speaking of... "For the record. Normally 'business' shouldn't come up while I'm out of uniform."

[morganknight]

"Sure thing," Morgan said with a shrug and a smile. He had yet to think anything was off about the entire situation. "In the meantime, if your suit protects you, you could probably emphasize a forearm-guard style in dealing with fire-users?"

[battorch]

Okay. At least that bridge was (mostly) crossed. He nodded to the suggestion. "Certainly," he said, "the armour built into has a certain amount of resistance, so that would be beneficial. In a normal fight, I also have other defences, of course, but in hand to hand it's another matter."

[morganknight]

"Other defenses?" He was curious, now, both at what these other defenses might be, and at what Tim considered a 'normal fight' if not hand-to-hand.

[battorch]

"Tools," Tim said in explanation. "The belt on my uniform isn't just for show, after all." He was used to fighting those stronger than him-- and usually they had lethal weaponry.

[morganknight]

"What, some kind of utility belt?" Morgan was not so far divorced from popular culture that THAT iconic term hadn't entered his vocabulary. (The man owned a comic book publisher, for crying out loud.)

[battorch]

"Yeah," Tim said with a weak, not-quite-laugh. "Exactly like 'some kind of utility belt.'" He shrugged, but Morgan seemed to have the idea.

[morganknight]

"Man... now I really want you to meet Stephen. He can do gadgets. Better with chemistry, but he can do gadgets." Briefly the duo had considered hooking Morgan up with some just so he could go out and fight crime... half-jokingly, but only half.