[When he reaches the room the scream seems to have come from, he finds...]
[A large jack in the box?]
[The handle turns on its own, in a rapid rendition of "Pop Goes the Weasel," but only a few notes play before the lid pops open.]
[A mannequin pops out on a large spring, only a torso and head.]
[The mannequin's face has clown makeup painted on it. It's dressed in three parts of Tim's uniform - his cape, tunic, and utility belt. The trackers were in the latter two articles of clothing. At the very least the mask wasn't left behind - Joker may have let him keep it on. There's a speaker at the mouth, where Tim's scream was projected from.]
[Pinned to the mannequin's chest is a dead Robin, speared by a razor tipped playing card.]
[A Joker card.
[here are no more screams that come out of the speaker, just a familiar laugh, a recording, repeating over and over.]
he should have known. should have been more careful. he should have made sure-- no. he had to concentrate. compartmentalize. figure things out. how long has it been? he'll be able to tell from the recording back at the apartment maybe. david could help, but that could compromise tim's identity... and his.
he had to focus. after a long moment of letting the anger and worry stew and knot itself inside of him, making his body rigid, he loosens his shoulders and approaches the box to retrieve the card, the tape, and anything else that he might find of interest.... ]
cw: dead animal
[A large jack in the box?]
[The handle turns on its own, in a rapid rendition of "Pop Goes the Weasel," but only a few notes play before the lid pops open.]
[A mannequin pops out on a large spring, only a torso and head.]
[The mannequin's face has clown makeup painted on it. It's dressed in three parts of Tim's uniform - his cape, tunic, and utility belt. The trackers were in the latter two articles of clothing. At the very least the mask wasn't left behind - Joker may have let him keep it on. There's a speaker at the mouth, where Tim's scream was projected from.]
[Pinned to the mannequin's chest is a dead Robin, speared by a razor tipped playing card.]
[A Joker card.
[here are no more screams that come out of the speaker, just a familiar laugh, a recording, repeating over and over.]
no subject
[ batman's eyes widen. he's here. he's here.
he should have known. should have been more careful. he should have made sure-- no. he had to concentrate. compartmentalize. figure things out. how long has it been? he'll be able to tell from the recording back at the apartment maybe. david could help, but that could compromise tim's identity... and his.
he had to focus. after a long moment of letting the anger and worry stew and knot itself inside of him, making his body rigid, he loosens his shoulders and approaches the box to retrieve the card, the tape, and anything else that he might find of interest.... ]