Tim smiled and made a show about crossing his legs in his seat. The metal line that bound his arms behind the backrest was irritating, but at the current point in time he firgured he would, much like Selina had taught him again and again, simply enjoy the situation. Two sets of eyes stared him down and a little shiver of exitement rushed up Tim’s spine, and really he couldnt help the cheshire grin that tweeked at his lips.
"Now really, both of you for little ol’ me?" he purred. Robin -the smallest and youngest Robin Tim had ever seen on the Gotham circut- let out a miffed ‘tsk’ sound as he looked up to his partner in anti-crime.
"He speaks like a woman! Is this really the kind of sewage waste you bring to befoul my father’s place of work?" the young boy clearly was aged beyond his years. Tim laughed, and that just earned him a heated glare. The Batman, one which Tim could tell very obviously now was not Bruce Wayne’s Batman as it was in Selina’s day, but Dick Grayson the former Nightwing. Batman’s do not usually smile, laugh, and ruffle the young Robin’s hair.
"Easy kiddo, Catlad’s an old ‘friend’." here Batman turned to Tim, glowing blue from the batcave’s many computer screens and security feeds. "And friends help each other out, don’t they, Tim?"
Dick pulled the cowl back off of his face and Tim gave a little sideways smile at the horrified sound the little Robin made.
"Grayson! Your identity!!" he repremanded, but it fell on deaf ears. Tim rolled his shoulders and chuckled.
"Oh Dick, what sort of treatment is it to tie an ‘old friend’ to a chair in your cave and press me for information you believe I have? Hmm?” he teased, batting his eyelashes behind the orange lenses of his goggles. Dick smiled and raised his brows, crossing his arms over the thick muscle of his chest and regarded the younger trouble maker. Tim had to admit, Dick Grayson grew up just fine.
"Who said I would be the one doing the pressing, kitten? Trust me, after what happened last time i had you captive, I’d rather leave the job to someone else who’s got more will power then I do.” Tim’s smirk flickered as the Batman turned on his heel, patted a now eerily smiling Robin on the shoulder, and waved.
"He’s all your’s, Damian! Just whatever you do, don’t untie him!" and with that last warning, Dick dissapeared up the staircase, leaving Tim gaping at his absense and the demeted little boy smirking at his captive.
"Oh what the hell so I’m supposed to baby sit for the evening?!" Catlad shouted. Damian scowled.
"Baby sit? I am not the one who is tied to the chair and will remain so until you give me the information we both know you have.” he snapped. Tim sighed and rolled his head back over to the boy’s direction.
He hated kids. Couldn’t work kids. They were too young to be seduced properly and hell, that was the main advantage Tim ever used in captive situations. He had litterally nothing going for him right now, as the little booger had the personality of a… well, a bat. Which fit, he supposed, but not to Tim’s favor.
And so Tim decided on the silent treatment instead, trying to work his hands out of the wire behind the chair. Damian just seemed amused and crossed his arms to watch him. The little brat..
"Hey, don’t suppose you could at least loosen the ropes, huh birdie?" Tim tried his best to be flirty, but against a kid, it just sounded pathetic. And Damian apparently though so too.
"If you believe I am as inept as the Robins who wore the uniform before me, you are indeed as stupid as you look." he drawled. Tim bristled.
"Hey kiddo, you may not be a cat lover bu-“
"Who says I’m not…?"
Tim froze and stared at the boy’s interruption. The gears in his head began turning while Damian appeared to realize his admission and turned his back to the burglar. The grin was coming back to Tim’s lips.
“Oh? Does the little bird like playing with us kitties?” he cooed. Damain spun around and stomped his foot.
"You’re nothing like a real cat! Cats are the good guys!"
Tim wished his hands were free so he could bite his knuckle to keep back the laughter, as suddenly the little assassin seemed like just any other little brat playing dress-up. Still, Tim was more then satisfied with this sudden development. So the kid had a soft spot?
"Oh I know, ‘Damian’, was it? I’m the cat expert of this City, I even have a dozen or so that hang around my apartment." he chided, leaning forward in his seat, giving a sweet smile. Damian’s eyebrow twitched, the green guantlets twitching as he pulled at his cape.
"So what? It’s not like I care. Are you going to give us the file information you stole or am i going to have to get my sword?" Robin threatened, obviously trying to get himself back on track. Tim just smiled and sat back, his lips pouting thoughtfully.
"Hmmm, the file information, the file information… Oh right, come to think of it, I passed that info along to a tabby right before we met up and got into our little scuffle."
Damian froze. ”A tabby?”
"Thats right. A big fat one that lives near the dry cleaners on Mayflower and 3rd. He’s a big guy but really trustwor-"
"You… a cat?! You gave information to a cat??" Damian rushed Tim in the chair, slamming his hands on either side of the backrest to get right in the older teen’s face. Tim wasn’t sure at first if Damian was annoyed with his little joke or if he was actually buying it.
"Sure I did. The cats of Gotham are my allies after all." He replied, wondering how far he could take the joke.
"Th… Then we will need to go get this cat and bring it back to the cave at once! You will act as translator, Timothy Drake!"
Tim could cry he was holding back his laughter so hard. The boy was buying it. He was actually buying it.
"O-oh, is that right? Well, You’ll have to untie me, that particular cat is very skilled at hiding, you know how cats are, they’re very clever."
"Oh, yes, I have read this information in research!"
Tim wanted to sob. Damian must read pet-owners manuals to make up for not actually owning a cat himself. So cute.
"Right, right. So if you untie me, Robin, I’ll even let you in on a secret only the cats know." here Tim leaned in close to the young boy’s ear, grinning to himself.
“I’ll let you see the secret Base of all the cats of Gotham.”
Tim grinned when he felt Damian go still.
Dick checked the clock, it had been about three hours since he left his little brother to deal with Timothy, more then enough time for the boy to get the information they needed from Selina’s protege. He chuckled as he walked back down the cave’s dungeon steps, glad that he himself hadn’t stayed to interrogate him. Tim had a way of… distracting those who held him captive, something Dick had experienced first hand. No doubt it was all Selina’s influence.
However, the second Dick’s boot touched the hard steel floor paneling of the Bat Cave, he stopped in his tracks and let out a sigh.
Damian was sitting in the chair that previously occupied Catlad, hands tied behind his back, and a look of rage, shame, and self disgust written across his face.
Despite the situation, Dick just gave a lopsided smile.
"I told you."
"Shut up, Grayson…"