STORY STARTER
Inspired by Tangerine!
Write a short story where two of your favourite characters from separate books or movies meet each other.
If they are from very different worlds what might they discuss?
Two Heroes, One Rooftop
Ft. Tim Drake and Chat Noir
Tim stared at the blinking red dots on his gauntlet projection.
"You were right, Oracle." He muttered into his comm link. "The Riddler is up to something.”
Chilling winds blew over the rooftop, smacking Tim in his face. The bitter cold bit him through his Robin suit. He rubbed his arms, huddling beside the ventilation shaft.
“Bet it couldn’t get any worse—"
**_BADUMP!_**
“Looks like our dear Bat is in trouble.” A voice purred from above — loud and smooth.
**_SHSHLLLK— CLICK! _**
Cat Noir landed on the ventilation shaft, retracting his staff.
“Fear not my friend for your Cat in shining Armor has arrived.” He finished his dramatic bow with a playful wink.
“Of course it would.” Tim sighed.
“What was that?”
“Why, Good evening to you too.”
He looked up at him. A flick of a second to the sky and back at his gauntlet. No drones in sight. He wasn’t being followed.
“What have you got there?” He crouched down, taking a look at his projection.
"Oracle check if you can get a pattern on these locations."
"On it."
“You know… as much as we Kitty cats love to play with red dots, that doesn’t seem normal.”
“They’re drone locations. Nygma’s sent them all over Gotham. I just can’t figure out what his game is…”
A drone heist? Were the drones implanted with bombs? Unlikely. But possible.
“Things a lot more easier in Paris.” Cat Noir hopped down beside him, “Less crime, less darkness and a _romantic_ view."
Tim sighed. A chilly night. An unpredictable supervillain. And a loud noisy cat. Exactly what he needed.
“_Looksy Looksy! What do we have here! If it isn’t our favorite Bird Boy!_"
A playful tone cracked through a speaker.
Tim recognized the voice at once.
"Oracle, do you read me?”
Darn it. He’s jammed the signals.
“Hate to break your brooding aesthetic there but uhh…" Cat Noir’s voice trailed off. "what are the chances of a fancy floating present strapped with a bomb and a bow killing us?"
**_SKLLLK!_**
He extended his staff.
"_Ooh! Who do we have here? Fancy Paws_?" The Riddler exclaimed. "_Let’s see if the bird and cat can crack a puzzle!_"
"Well somebody’s cheery in this gloomy city."
Tim looked up from his gauntlet. A drone. Coming their way. A small present box hung from it.
“That doesn’t look good…” he said.
“_Ha-Ha! Riddle me this!_” The Riddler laughed, “_What do a piano and a house have in common?" Make sure you solve it before your pretty next clue explodes!_”
The timer in the bomb set off. 29 seconds… 28 seconds…
"Uh oh." Cat Noir added.
“Tick-Tock little birdie! Solve it before your pretty next clue explodes!”
Okay Tim… stay calm. _Think_.
**_WWBD_**_. What Would Batman Do?_
__
Must be easy. A house and a Piano. Paints. White paints? But a house’s got more colors.
Boy would Steph be disappointed in him.
“We’ve got fifteen seconds, Robin" Cat Noir propped his chin over his staff. "This one’s pretty easy you know?”
Tim snapped his head towards him. Seriously? Was this guy for real?
"Exactly _whose_ side are you on?”
"_Ten seconds!_" Riddler’s voice chimed.
Tim pinched his nose. "Cat, honest to God if your answer is _wrong—"_
"Keys.” Cat Noir grinned.
_Bling!_
The red dot on the drone flicked green. The present dropped down and landed at their feet.
Tim blinked.
“Wow. It… worked."
“Told y’a.” Cat Noir picked up the box.
He curled his fingers into a fist and turned it at him. Tim complied.
They bumped their knuckles.
"Pound it!" He declared.
He grinned at Tim. He must’ve read the confusion written all over his face.
"It’s— It’s a thing my partner and I do back in Paris."
"Next time, I’m bringing Damian with me.” Tim muttered to himself.
"I heard that." Oracle’s voice bounced back online.
She didn’t laugh. But Tim was positive he heard a sharp huff of breath on the other side. With a hint of amusement, no doubt.
"Now what are the chances of my someone sending me a death threat instead of a love letter if I ask someone out in Gotham." Cat Noir spun Riddler’s present over his fingers.
Tim sighed looking up at the not-very-romantic Gotham sky.
This was going to be a long night.
[Kind note that I’m not too familiar with these characters but they had caught my interest lately. Apologies for any errors in character accuracy. 😓]