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[wolfofdunwall]

the picture prompt meme
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[wingsfordays]

Getting a text from The Red Hood out of the blue didn't exactly sit well with Tim. Even though he and Jason had been on good terms lately, the guy was a firecracker ready to blow. No, more like a bomb. Ticking and ticking and biding its time until there was a city large enough to take the brunt of his explosion. And Tim didn't want to be part of that.

But Jason's intel was clean, and though he could question why Jason of all people wanted to help him, the fact was the lead was a good one. The so-called Knife of Dunwall was in Gotham.

All these years, Tim had thought the stories about Dunwall and its feared assassin were just that -- stories. Rumors. Fantasies. It was like Batman, in a way -- meant to scare and keep everyone away. In Batman's case, though, he was a very real, very terrifying nightmare in and outside of Gotham; why then would the Knife of Dunwall be any different? It wasn't like Tim had never met an assassin -- heck, he'd trained with a few of them. But The Knife of Dunwall hadn't been seen in years, the ghost of a legend in the shadows, and Tim wasn't a believer in ghost stories.

But color him curious enough to follow Jason's leads.

The most interesting thing about the whole situation was that the leads themselves were things Tim would have followed up on either way. Terrifying men with terrifying aims of destroying cities and taking over the world, holocausts in their wake. In the center of it all, a dangerous gang from Japan that had recently infiltrated Gotham's underbelly and taken control of the East and South sides. Using the so-called Twin Katana, another legend of lore, to inflict doom and misery upon any enemies who stood in their way.

In Red Robin attire, Tim crouched on one of the dips in the bridge, watching. Below him, all he saw was an adult male, 50s or so, in the middle of the bridge. The facial recognition software in Tim's cowl worked overtime to try and place him, but the fog of the night wasn't helping. When he finally got a clear look and it registered Knife of Dunwall, Tim's eyes widened.

That. That was him? He didn't look so imposing. The only thing that could have given away his past might have been the stiffness in his shoulders when Tim's cape caught the wind. Tim grinned a little. Could he hear that? Very interesting.