Post by tim on Sept 8, 2012 7:54:54 GMT -5
"Oh, I am so dead..." Tim muttered quietly under his breath, his hands shoved in the pockets of his old, worn jacket, pulling up the edges a little more around his ears as he rushed down the steps of the library. The sun was beating down onto the streets of Gotham, but the teenage boy hardly felt it. He'd been among the stacks of books for a couple hours now, and the air conditioning in there had been enough to make him keep his coat on for the duration of his time in there.
What he hadn't counted on was the hours he had spent between the stacks of books themselves. True, it wasn't all to surprising for Tim seeing as how he could be a bit of a book nerd whenever the chance arose, but today wasn't exactly the best time to let that happen. His dad had asked him to come home so he could move some furniture around in the apartment since apparently it needed to be redecorated some. But he was supposed to be home an hour or so ago, and he knew he was going to get in trouble for it if he didn't get home soon.
As soon as he hit the bottom of the steps Tim was already right beside his bike, hopping on in record timing and taking off down the streets with his legs moving as quick as possible to get home as quick as was possible. "Come on, come on..." He breathed out quickly as he turned the corner, nearly swerving to miss a citizen walking along minding their own business. "Sorry!"
Tim hardly paid too much attention to what was happening around him as he continued along, and soon the bustle of the city seemed to blend easily and his mind became distracted, his mind wandering as he continued home. It seemed as if no time had passed at all by the time he reached home, dropping his bike outside near the steps and rushing up into the building immediately.
"Sorry dad!" He called almost breathlessly as he rushed in to the apartment, stopping in the hall to lean against the wall for a moment. When no answer came Tim slowly crept forward, peering into the next room to see his dad in his wheelchair, sitting in front of the TV completely passed out.
A note lay on the table from one of the nurses saying that she had been there and helped his father already today. Tim smiled slightly as he looked over at his father. It was definitely a help whenever the hospital would send a nurse out weekly to check up on his dad, especially when he himself wasn't there.
Glancing out the window, Tim could see that the sun was going down, slowly draping the city with darkness. He smiled. "Well, I might as well make good use of the time." Tim moved back down the hallway and out the door, heading back down to the steps in a heartbeat. Grabbing his bike, Tim glanced around, still smiling. "Wonder if Bruce would be objected to a house call this late." He murmured quietly, his smile changing into a smirk as he hoped back onto his bike and started off down the street.
What he hadn't counted on was the hours he had spent between the stacks of books themselves. True, it wasn't all to surprising for Tim seeing as how he could be a bit of a book nerd whenever the chance arose, but today wasn't exactly the best time to let that happen. His dad had asked him to come home so he could move some furniture around in the apartment since apparently it needed to be redecorated some. But he was supposed to be home an hour or so ago, and he knew he was going to get in trouble for it if he didn't get home soon.
As soon as he hit the bottom of the steps Tim was already right beside his bike, hopping on in record timing and taking off down the streets with his legs moving as quick as possible to get home as quick as was possible. "Come on, come on..." He breathed out quickly as he turned the corner, nearly swerving to miss a citizen walking along minding their own business. "Sorry!"
Tim hardly paid too much attention to what was happening around him as he continued along, and soon the bustle of the city seemed to blend easily and his mind became distracted, his mind wandering as he continued home. It seemed as if no time had passed at all by the time he reached home, dropping his bike outside near the steps and rushing up into the building immediately.
"Sorry dad!" He called almost breathlessly as he rushed in to the apartment, stopping in the hall to lean against the wall for a moment. When no answer came Tim slowly crept forward, peering into the next room to see his dad in his wheelchair, sitting in front of the TV completely passed out.
A note lay on the table from one of the nurses saying that she had been there and helped his father already today. Tim smiled slightly as he looked over at his father. It was definitely a help whenever the hospital would send a nurse out weekly to check up on his dad, especially when he himself wasn't there.
Glancing out the window, Tim could see that the sun was going down, slowly draping the city with darkness. He smiled. "Well, I might as well make good use of the time." Tim moved back down the hallway and out the door, heading back down to the steps in a heartbeat. Grabbing his bike, Tim glanced around, still smiling. "Wonder if Bruce would be objected to a house call this late." He murmured quietly, his smile changing into a smirk as he hoped back onto his bike and started off down the street.