Dies.

Blows a candle off a cupcake. "Annd back to work."

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With the Joker's supposed demise, Tim would shut down his laptop & hoist himself from the bed. No longer confined to wires & IVs for he felt there was much work to be done. Carefully calculated in each step, the third Boy Wonder would manuver his way out — taking to the streets. ++

"Just because Joker's done, doesn't mean our work is.." Tim rasped through comms, coughing between sentences. "We need to help the infected that are still remaining and GCPD involved for the casualties ... We beat Joker, but I wouldn't say we've won. Not for a long shot.." ++

"Alright, Glitch .. You're going to enter through the manhole, there will be a ladder just below for easy access down. Just watch your step .. It's not going to be a pleasant trip." It pained Tim to not be there among the action, to not stop Joker and his mad antics when he could. ++

YERAY KIRKPATRICK@ghcststory.bsky.social · 3mo ago

❝ I'll take care. I have to keep my fingertips and the soles of my feet tangible to move and function. I'll put the tracker somewhere it doesn't disconnect as often. ❞ Yeray was moving towards the manhole. Connecting and disconnecting as he shifted when someo- something got too close. His +

"I'm going to track your coordinates and keep you on radar, just remain vigilant .. I know you're different from the rest of us ability wise .. but that doesn't mean I'm sending you out there with a deathwish." Holding his earbud in place, he locked his sights on Yeray's location. ++

YERAY KIRKPATRICK@ghcststory.bsky.social · 3mo ago

❝ Yes, though... Once I make my head intangible, I won’t hear a thing. It messes up electronics. Send it as I get there. ❞

"Glitch." Heavy eyes scanned over his computer screen, using it to track the location of all involved where he could. "Impulse is our quickest advantage but risking him to the toxic is too big a liability...There's a manhole down the westside, I can give you coordinates. Think you can handle it?"

YERAY KIRKPATRICK@ghcststory.bsky.social · 3mo ago

❝ Robin, this is Glitch. I'll go see what I can do. ❞ There wasn't much else that could be done for his designated sector, and being able to stay mostly intangible, non-breathing, for a while made him the perfect candidate for going into the thickest of the fog. #OneLastLaugh

"I'm in the infirmary .. Had an stroke of unluckiness .. Joker gassed me and I became one of those .. things." His voice remained hoarse from his coughing fits & inflammation. "Hood and Rhodonite were able to obtain an antidote just in time .. but I still got a long road to recovery." ++

— 𝘿𝙀𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 (MH Break)@theclassiccrusader.bsky.social · 3mo ago

From the Batcomputer, Batman finally hears another voice, the familiar one belonging to his adoptive son, Timothy Drake. Batman looks at his vitals as he touches his finger to his cowl earpiece. "It's me. Robin, your vitals are off. What's your position?" #OneLastLaugh

Ripping his IV from his arm, his mobility limited by the oxygen mask secure to his face, Tim would manage to access his laptop. "Everyone's .... so focused on ... the Joker .. and evacuation ..." His breathing labored & ragged while lungs worked hard to intake air. ++

Confined to a bed within the infirmary, Tim's body still worked overtime to fight off the lasting effects of the toxin injested within his system. Though to the quick thinking & skilled work of Red Hood & Agent Rhodonite he would be expected to pull through. But prolonged exposure had ++

The rebreather allowed him to draw in a breath of filtered air, his coughing fit subsiding. Trembling hands reach from his throat, a useless attempt to lessen the constrictive feeling of the toxins closing his airway — his time was running out. "Jason, I — " ++

𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶@pitdiver.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Jason’s first instinct when the other collapsed in a fit told him Tim was screwing with him. It was an act… Even crazy, Tim was 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵. Calculated. Jason couldn’t forget that. … But the toxin had a time constraint. The victims all die. However long Tim was exposed to it for, Jason couldn’t be —

The batarang would graze him only just, tearing through the fabric of his suit. He's snarl like a rabid dog in response, pushing himself to his feet. But this time he stammered, legs weak where he'd begin to erupt with a coughing fit, the toxin intercepting his airways, polluting his lungs. ++

𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶@pitdiver.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Jason couldn’t decide if he was more pissed off at Tim’s jabs or Harley’s fucking 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 ringing in his helmet. Either way, it put him off his game. Tim’s leg sweep connected, and Hood had to let go of his hold on the cape to duck into a roll over the pavement. When he regained his footing, he was—

"Well let me finish the job then — brother!!" His balance was thrown off from the moment his cape had been compromised, but Tim was quick to use it to an advantage. Allowing gravity to take its course, he threw himself down to the concrete they stood upon. ++

𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶@pitdiver.bsky.social · 3mo ago

It got a bit 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫 in the helmet, and Jason wasn’t sure it was the toxic smog around them. He’d rip it off his face if that was a choice that wouldn’t fuck him over… “Been there. Done that. Didn’t 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬.” And Jason wasn’t planning on a second trip to the grave. A cuss flew past his teeth as —

"Oh, please. I'm just fulfilling my purpose. My legacy — ! Something you lost before you ever got your start...! HAH!" A step towards Jason would have him swinging his staff, missing by only a hair. An intentional act just to keep the other on his toes. "What's the matter????" ++

𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶@pitdiver.bsky.social · 3mo ago

The laughter was already grating on Jason’s ears…jaw clenching hard enough a tooth might crack. The grin on his brother’s face made him feel 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬. He hoped the mechanization of the helmet would distort his voice enough… “Which one of us got ourselves 𝘑𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥, again? Not helping your claim of —

Kicking more buckets of toxin into the city's water supply..!

"What's the matter, Jason..??? Don't care for a family reunion??? Haaahaaahahahaa..!!!!" Drool fell from the Robin's lips where he spoke, his lips cracked from the locked grin that etched to his features from force of the toxin. Bō staff twirling in hand as he dug his feet into the ground. ++

𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶@pitdiver.bsky.social · 3mo ago

“What the 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵—“ That was horribly familiar to a memory with B. There’s no way the old man would be rein-acting that with him right now, though. Jason’s head whipped to spot where the batarang was thrown from. “𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯?” Oh. Fuck. His heart sank at the wide grin.

A batarang expertly thrown at @pitdiver.bsky.social . . !

"Doesn't anyone want to play...?! No...??? Shame! It'll be KILLER fun!"

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