It wasn't completely silent out there. Nature was all around him, and there was an owl off in the distance making some noise. The whole thing would have been sort of cool, if it wasn't for the way the shadows seemed to take on a life of their own in the moonlight. Every rustle of leaves was a monster getting ready to pounce and rip out his entrails. He had a pause for a second and focus on breathing, get more oxygen to his brain. That was the only way he'd stand a chance of beating the anxiety trying to overtake his mind.
Tim was just starting to feel a little more at ease when a growl broke through the night air and a huge furry thing jumped out at him. His heart nearly exploded in his chest, thudding violently in his rib cage. Shit, it was a giant wolf. Oh god. Oh no. Oh fuck. This was where he was going to die, wasn't it? Why did he think it was a good idea to come out here on his own? At the very least he should have had a comm so he could call for help if things got desperate.
He flinched when it darted towards him, only to see it rush right past. Okay, that part was confusing. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, quickly turning his head and nearly leaping out of his own skin when he saw how close he'd been to getting grabbed by the guy that had been sneaking up on him. He'd be so wrapped up in his imagined safety that he hadn't realized the actual danger that very nearly took him out. Bruce would have a cow if he knew.
That powerful set of jaws locked onto the man and started to drag him away. Tim wasn't entirely sure what to do. He stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed. "You can't just--!" Okay, why was he trying to reason with a wolf? Not his smartest moment. He leapt forward, grabbing onto the guy and trying to pull him back out of the wolf's grasp. "I don't want to have to hurt you but I'm not going to let you kill anyone." He grit out, scrambling against the beast even though he knew he didn't actually stand a chance. But it wasn't in his nature to just let someone die, even if they were evil. At the very least, he had to try to save the guy.
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Tim was just starting to feel a little more at ease when a growl broke through the night air and a huge furry thing jumped out at him. His heart nearly exploded in his chest, thudding violently in his rib cage. Shit, it was a giant wolf. Oh god. Oh no. Oh fuck. This was where he was going to die, wasn't it? Why did he think it was a good idea to come out here on his own? At the very least he should have had a comm so he could call for help if things got desperate.
He flinched when it darted towards him, only to see it rush right past. Okay, that part was confusing. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, quickly turning his head and nearly leaping out of his own skin when he saw how close he'd been to getting grabbed by the guy that had been sneaking up on him. He'd be so wrapped up in his imagined safety that he hadn't realized the actual danger that very nearly took him out. Bruce would have a cow if he knew.
That powerful set of jaws locked onto the man and started to drag him away. Tim wasn't entirely sure what to do. He stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed. "You can't just--!" Okay, why was he trying to reason with a wolf? Not his smartest moment. He leapt forward, grabbing onto the guy and trying to pull him back out of the wolf's grasp. "I don't want to have to hurt you but I'm not going to let you kill anyone." He grit out, scrambling against the beast even though he knew he didn't actually stand a chance. But it wasn't in his nature to just let someone die, even if they were evil. At the very least, he had to try to save the guy.