Gotham on TinyTIM:

 It's night. It's always night in this version of Gotham. The full moon
 filters an eerie glow through the perpetual mist of clouds that seem to hang
 over the city like too much smoke in a crowded room. The wind carries with
 it the stink and sweet perfumed rot of a city long overcome by its own
 decadence. Gargoyles leer at the citizens down below from spired gothic
 rooftops, as though imitating the twisted grimaces of each individual member
 of this urban area. The catcalls of the prostitutes and drug dealers are far
 removed up here: distant. A blanket of serenity can almost be imagined
 within the haze of streetlights that twinkle like so many stars thrown to
 the ground before you. Yet it doesn't erase the hard cold stone savagery.
 For all that it is a mecca of human achievement...Gotham is an ugly city.
 Even God wouldn't tread on these rooftops. Fortunately, he doesn't have to.
 Someone else watches over these streets.

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Spoiler
RayPalmer
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RayPalmer turns to Impulse and shrugs, looking around. "Maybe she won't
show up. I suppose we can wait for a little bit longer." 

Impulse makes a face, wrinkling up his nose. "Gotham smells -bad-," he
whispers, hesitant to break the moody feel of the scene. "You sure she's
even coming by this way? Maybe she's taking a detour through, like,
Centennial Park in Metropolis. Maybe we should go -there-." He peers
around, half-expecting a giant dark figure to loom up out of nowhere. 

There's an almost undetectable noise as a padded grappling hook latches
itself to the edge of a rooftop. . and after a less than a minute a blue
masked figure emerges from the side of the building. Not expecting anyone
to be up here, she pulls up her line and hook and begins the process of
putting it neatly back onto her belt. 

Impulse totally doesn't notice her. He's still talking to Ray. "Maybe now
would be good to leave." 
Impulse looks over the side of the building, down to the street below.
He's quite obviously ill at ease. 

RayPalmer looks around, thinking. "I'll be glad to get back to NYC. But
let's wait a little bit longer, just in case." 

Impulse sighs, "I guess so. Hope she gets here soon."

Spoiler finishes putting her grappling hook away and starts to head for
her preplanned spot where she was going to try to watch a deal going down
. . but she stops at the two figures apparently standing in -her- spot. .
o O ( Hey, what're they doing here? ) 

Impulse idly watches the street below, which is mostly devoid of activity.
"Y'know," he comments to Ray quietly, "It'd be neat if we could impress
her by stopping a crime or something." 

RayPalmer chuckles as he watches a rat the size of a large cat scurry by.
"I think I'd rather just speak with her and head home. Batman can /have/
this place." 

Spoiler raises an eyebrow and decides to approach the two, the few times
she's met other people on rooftops have luckily turned out to be more or
less friendly. "Looking for someone?" She inquires as she steps out of the
shadows of the darker corners of the roof. 

Impulse winces. "Oh, yeah. Batman." he sighs, "And if he got wind of the
fac- eep??" The Boy of Speed turns in a blinding rush, totaly not having
expected someone to be behind him. Some vigilante. 

Impulse ums, "Er, ah...uh..umn." He peers closely at the figure - and some
figure! - trying to make out its ownerin the dim light. "The Spoiler?" 

RayPalmer blinks, slightly startled. He spins round and nods to the
approaching figure, trying to make out who she is. 

Impulse stammers, "Who we're, ah, looking for, that is. Know her?"

Spoiler peers over the edge at the street below, "You'll never catch
anyone with the noise you're making up here." She comments before nodding
to Impulse, "Ooh, I have a fanclub already?" She smirks under her mask,
but it's not visible.

Impulse's eyes widen, and his mouth forms a little 'o'. "-You're- her? I
mean, um, the Spoiler. Who we're looking for!" He looks beseechingly to
Ray for help.

RayPalmer sighs and smiles ever so slightly. He takes a step forward,
offering a hand. "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Ray Palmer."

Impulse = Gaffe Boy! Yikes. He adds quickly, "Yeah, and I'm Impulse. And
Superboy's not here. But we're not Jehovah's Witnesses! Do you wanna be a
Titan?"

Spoiler takes Ray's hand cautiously and raises an eyebrow, "The golf
player? Isn't it a bit late for you to be roof-hopping? I didn't know I
was being billed in the papers that way . . damn media."

You say "..."

Impulse *looks* at Ray. "You play *golf*?"

Spoiler peers curiously at Impulse, "Superboy . . ? Titans? You mean . .
"Her voice trails off a bit. She looks at the two of you suspiciously,
"Did Robin send you here to make me feel more useful?"

Spoiler crosses her arms, "Because if he did, you can tell him I can
handle myself perfectly fine."

Impulse O_o "Robin? No, cuz like, him and SB each think they're cooler
than the other, or something."

RayPalmer chuckles and shakes his head. "You must have me confused with
someone else." He nods as Impulse answers the question about Robin.

Spoiler almost laughs at that but instead chuckles. "Go fig."

Impulse turns to Stare at Ray again, "How can you *play* that game? It's
so -boring-! You just stand there and watch a ball go in a hole after you
hit it. And it's got OLD people!"

Spoiler pauses, and peers at Ray, "So you say Superboy is a part of these
'Titans'?"

Impulse thinks, . o O ( No, *I* did! <Image of Ray with a grey beard and a
cane>)

RayPalmer nods. "Yes. He is the leader of the team." He turns quickly back
to the Imp. "And I've never played the game in my life." He smirks.

RayPalmer thinks .oO(At least, not that I remember...)

Impulse ose. He tilts his head, pointing at your feet, "Then why are you
wearing golf shoes?"

RayPalmer hmms, but decides not to look down and fall for that trick. He
turns back to Spoiler. "As my friend here said, we're here on behalf of
the Titans, and would like to invite you to join the team."

Impulse sighs, disappointed.

Spoiler crosses her arms across her chest, thinking this over, " . . what
do I have to do if I join?"

RayPalmer hmms. "You mean, like an... obligation or something?" He has to
think about that for a moment.

Impulse ums, "I dunno. Fight alongside us sometimes? Find us a place to
stay if we're ever in Gotham? But like, if you're a Titan, then you get to
be in our kickass HQ whenever you want, and play the vids, and chill with
us and stuff. Oh, and like, recruit other people."

Spoiler says "Where's you're HQ . . ? And I don't have to tell you who I
am, do I?"

You say "Not unless you feel like it. And, it's in New York. Greenwich."

RayPalmer chuckles and shakes his head. "Not unless you want to. My
identity is no secret, seeing as how it was published in a best seller,
already."

Impulse O_o "It was?" Here's concrete proof the boy doesn't read unless he
needs to.

Spoiler smirks, "I guess you don't provide transportation there? Like I
have to take the bus or something?"

RayPalmer says, "Well, we don't have teleporters, like the JLA. But it
wouldn't hurt for us to have a contingent Titan or two in Gotham... you'd
be first on the scene in those cases... and you could always visit NYC,
since it's not too far away by plane."

Impulse nods, "Or by bus, or by car, or by speedster.." He grins.

Spoiler grins at Impulse, but her mask hides everything but her eyes,
making it hard to guess any expression, "And I guess that if I have time
to prowl the streets at night, go to school during the day and do homework
inbetween, I can afford to shell out a few hundred for round trip shuttle
tickets to New York, sure no problem."

Impulse shrugs cheerfully, "So gimme a call and I'll give you a lift."

RayPalmer grins. "I'm sure we can work out something... "

Impulse is in recruitment mode, or he'd have demonstrated already by
bringing you to NYC and back, by now.

Spoiler wonders to herself how safe that would be, as she smirks and
replies, "Well, I guess it sounds ok. As long as it's not strict like I
have to live there and tell you all my secrets or anything." And
fortunately for Impulse he did not bring her to NYC and back or he'd be at
the business end of her foot. ;)

Impulse nahs, "We're cooler than the JLA."

RayPalmer smiles to Spoiler and gives a dirty look to the Imp at the
mention of his precious JLA.

Impulse smirks at Atom.

Spoiler smirks, "Well, you know the JLA isn't the hippest team in town,
but they do their job."

RayPalmer now gives his dirty look to Spoiler, too.

Impulse yeahs, "But no one outclasses the Titans."

Spoiler peers at Ray with a grin. "Hey, I don't see Superman or Wonder
Woman keeping up with the latest trends. But like I said, they do their
job." She stops herself before she continues on the virtues of Robin and
Superboy.

RayPalmer sighs and then shrugs. "I guess trendiness is just not on their
agenda." He grins.

Spoiler suddenly remembers the deal she was supposed to watch go down, and
hopes that Robin can afford to do without her help this time . . "Well,
it's hard to pierce an ear that's strong as steel." She smirks.

RayPalmer chuckles and then looks at his watch. "Oh. I've gotta run, and
make a phone call." He shrinks into costume and floats off the building.
"See you back in NYC, Imp." He waves.

Impulse tries hard not to grin, and gives Steph a card (yowza! a card??
Yes, I say, yes - and done in the most bee-you-ti-ful Deco lettering.
Mmm-wah, it's just so unbelieveably ultracool, you can't help but think
'Hey, man, if the -card- is this cool, how cool must the -team- be?' My
god, we have good PR people.) "Here's the number if you need anything,
like a ride, or a zeppelin or something. I mean, I don't think we could
give you a zeppelin, but you can always -ask-, y'know? Oh, and if you need
help, there it is, too." He adds quickly, seeing Steph's stance, "Not that
you'd -need- help, but...y'know.."

Impulse waves to Ray.

Spoiler waves to Ray, "Thanks for stopping by." She says, before smiling
at Impulse, "Thanks, I'll keep it in my utility belt." She jokes.
<premature enter-key pressing.>

RayPalmer floats to a nearby phonebooth, dials a number, and disappears
into the handset.

Impulse tilts his head curiously, "You have a utility belt?"

Spoiler chuckles, "No, not really. It was kind've a joke . . "

Spoiler says "It just seems like every other hero in this town has
expensive gadgets except me."

Impulse ohs, then says simply, "I guess you don't need them." Then he
pauses, and looks up at the girl. "I have to go. There's a Deadlock
tournament in Sydney tonight, in five minutes, and I wanna get a good
seat."

Spoiler nods and grins, "Well thanks for the offer, I'll see you 'round.
And tell Superboy I said hi if you see him." She says on the off chance
you will.

Impulse waves, already starting to backpedal, "Remember to call if you
need a ride. I'm serious. Just ask my gramma Iris how safe it is."

Impulse nods. "Sure. Right. Bye!" Then he's gone.

Spoiler chuckles and wonders to herself what she's gotten into this time.