[ Tim is into the basement and moving through it before he notices the itch, the warmth creeping through him like slowly rolling honey, and he frowns behind his mask. The place looks less like a basement and more like it's been ripped out of a jungle, big enough to be a conservatory in any wildlife park - is it bigger than the warehouse upstairs? If this is one of Ivy's abandoned bases, maybe she'd kept the most potent plants down here, away from prying eyes, under artificial sunlight and protective layers of concrete. He'd expected to wander into some kind of hothouse, and the pollen hanging in the air like fine gold flecks that only occasionally caught the light enough to be visible had been a warning sign, but the fact that he can feel it affecting him even with the mask on is bad. He resolves to make this a quick investigation, a cursory search to get the lay out of the place and see if he can grab any samples, find any evidence that something's going on here, and then get out - get out and get back to the Cave and quarantine himself until he's sure that whatever he's been breathing in is safely out of his system. He can always come back with better protection, now that he knows this stuff is in the air here.
That's when he hears them. Notices the movement, on the edge of his vision, the rustling of plants and slight shaking of leaves enough to draw his attention. He flicks out his staff, instantly tense, cautious. But also curious. Who would be down here, other than Ivy...? He knows she's in Arkham right now, safely locked up for the foreseeable future. ]
Hello...?
[ There's a flash of gold eyes, movement, and that's all the warning he gets - but it's all the warning he needs. The attacker is fierce, almost bestial, strong with rage; it takes skill and precision to beat him, Tim moving with efficient elegance. It's a fast but tense fight, and it takes more strikes with his staff to put the man down than it really should do. He's breathing a little harder when he's done, when he's won, standing over the unconscious man and studying him - the golden sheen to his skin, the fact that he's pretty much naked... something is definitely going on here.
He feels the heat creeping through him more quickly the more he breathes, sped by the adrenaline of the fight, and his costume is starting to feel strange against his skin - tight and - it's almost as if he can feel it more, the texture of it, the sensation of kevlar-lined leather rubbing slightly against him. Damn. He needs to head back to the exit, get out of here before it gets worse, but he's made his way in pretty deep, away from the ladder he climbed down to get here. He'll have to hope no-one else - nothing else jumps out of the bushes at him on the way back. ]
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That's when he hears them. Notices the movement, on the edge of his vision, the rustling of plants and slight shaking of leaves enough to draw his attention. He flicks out his staff, instantly tense, cautious. But also curious. Who would be down here, other than Ivy...? He knows she's in Arkham right now, safely locked up for the foreseeable future. ]
Hello...?
[ There's a flash of gold eyes, movement, and that's all the warning he gets - but it's all the warning he needs. The attacker is fierce, almost bestial, strong with rage; it takes skill and precision to beat him, Tim moving with efficient elegance. It's a fast but tense fight, and it takes more strikes with his staff to put the man down than it really should do. He's breathing a little harder when he's done, when he's won, standing over the unconscious man and studying him - the golden sheen to his skin, the fact that he's pretty much naked... something is definitely going on here.
He feels the heat creeping through him more quickly the more he breathes, sped by the adrenaline of the fight, and his costume is starting to feel strange against his skin - tight and - it's almost as if he can feel it more, the texture of it, the sensation of kevlar-lined leather rubbing slightly against him. Damn. He needs to head back to the exit, get out of here before it gets worse, but he's made his way in pretty deep, away from the ladder he climbed down to get here. He'll have to hope no-one else - nothing else jumps out of the bushes at him on the way back. ]