#AV Equipment Hire

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How Can AV Equipment Hire Help Your Business

In today’s fast-paced business environment, having access to high-quality audiovisual (AV) technology is essential for effective communication and presentations. Whether you're hosting a conference, launching a product, or organizing a company event, AV equipment hire can be a game-changer for your business. This service allows businesses to access top-tier AV gear without the burden of purchasing or maintaining expensive equipment. Here’s how AV equipment hire can help elevate your business operations.

Cost-Effective Solution

One of the main benefits of AV equipment hire is the cost savings. Purchasing professional AV equipment can be a significant financial investment, especially if you only need it for a short-term event or occasional use. By hiring, you gain access to the latest technology without the upfront costs associated with ownership. This flexibility allows businesses of all sizes to benefit from cutting-edge AV systems while keeping their budgets in check.

Access to High-Quality Equipment

When you opt for AV equipment hire, you can be assured that you're getting high-quality, reliable equipment tailored to your needs. From projectors and sound systems to lighting and video conferencing setups, AV hire companies offer a wide range of tools to enhance your event or meeting. The equipment is typically maintained to the highest standards, ensuring it functions flawlessly during your event, minimizing any risk of technical failures.

Professional Setup and Support

Another advantage of hiring AV equipment is the professional support that often comes with it. Most AV hire companies provide expert technicians who will set up the equipment and ensure it’s functioning properly. This support is crucial, especially if you are not familiar with operating advanced AV technology. These professionals can troubleshoot any issues on-site, allowing you to focus on the content and delivery of your event rather than worrying about technical details.

Flexibility and Customization

AV equipment hire offers flexibility for businesses that have different AV needs for various events. Whether you're hosting a small internal meeting or a large-scale conference, AV hire companies can customize their offerings based on your specific requirements. You can choose the exact type and amount of equipment you need, ensuring you only pay for what is necessary.

In conclusion, AV equipment hire offers businesses a cost-effective, flexible, and professional solution for enhancing their events, presentations, and meetings. By leveraging this service, you can access top-notch technology, enjoy professional support, and ensure your event runs smoothly.

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10 Common Mistakes to Avoid When Hiring AV Equipment

Learn about the key pitfalls to avoid in AV Equipment Hire to ensure your event runs smoothly. This comprehensive guide highlights the ten most common mistakes, helping you make informed decisions and secure the best equipment for your needs. Read more!

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Things You Must Know About Audio Visual Systems in Dubai

Whether hosting a corporate seminar, a grand wedding, or a product launch, a high-quality audio visual system can make or break your event, in this guide, we’ll provide everything you need to know about audio visual rentals in Dubai, helping you make an informed decision for your next big occasion.

Why are Audio Visual Systems Important?

Audio visual (AV) systems encompass various equipment, including projectors, sound systems, lighting, microphones, etc. These elements are crucial for delivering clear messages, engaging presentations, and memorable experiences. In Dubai, where events are plentiful, standing out requires top-notch AV systems.

Benefits of Hiring Audio Visual Equipment

Cost-Effective

Investing in AV equipment can be incredibly expensive. You can access the latest technology without the hefty price tag by opting for audio visual rentals. This is especially beneficial for one-time events or short-term needs.

Access to the Latest Technology

AV rental companies in Dubai ensure their inventory is up-to-date with the latest technology. This means getting the best equipment without worrying about obsolescence or maintenance costs.

Expert Support

When you choose audio visual hire services, you also benefit from the expertise of professionals who can set up and manage the equipment. This ensures your event runs smoothly without technical hiccups.

Choosing the Right AV Rental Company in Dubai

Selecting the right audio visual company is crucial for the success of your event. Here are some key factors to consider:

Reputation and Reviews

Look for audio visual companies in Dubai with positive reviews and a strong reputation. Customer testimonials and case studies can give you an idea of their reliability and quality of service.

Range of Equipment

A good AV rental company should offer a wide range of equipment. Whether you need projectors, sound systems, LED screens, or lighting, ensure they have the necessary tools to meet your event’s requirements.

Technical Support

Technical issues can arise at any time. Ensure the AV rental company provides on-site support during your event to handle any problems promptly.

Customization and Flexibility

Every event is unique. Choose a company that offers customized solutions that meet your specific needs. Flexibility in terms of rental periods and equipment options is also essential.

Popular Audio Visual Equipment for Events

Understanding the types of equipment available can help you make informed decisions. Here are some commonly rented AV items:

Projectors and Screens

Projectors and screens are a staple in any AV setup, ideal for presentations, conferences, and movie nights.

Sound Systems

From small PA systems to large-scale sound setups for concerts, the right sound system ensures your audience hears every word and note clearly.

Lighting

Lighting can change the atmosphere of your event. Options range from stage lighting to decorative lights, improving the visual appearance and the environment.

Microphones

Wireless, handheld, lapel, and headset microphones cater to different needs and ensure clear and crisp audio delivery.

LED Displays

High-definition LED screens are perfect for displaying videos, slideshows, and live feeds, adding a modern touch to your event.

AV Rental Companies in Dubai

Here are some of the leading AV rental companies in Dubai, known for their exceptional service and latest equipment:

11:11 Events

Renowned for their comprehensive AV solutions, 11:11 Events offers a wide range of audio visual equipment rental near me. Their team of experts ensures seamless setup and operation, making your event unforgettable.

Tips for a Successful AV Setup

Plan Ahead

Early planning gives you ample time to discuss your needs with the AV rental company and ensure the availability of the required equipment.

Conduct a Site Visit

A site visit allows the AV team to assess the venue, identify potential challenges, and plan the setup accordingly.

Test the Equipment

Always test the equipment before the event starts. This helps identify and resolve any technical issues in advance.

Have a Backup Plan

Technical failures can occur despite the best preparations. Having backup equipment on hand can save the day.

A top-notch audio visual system in Dubai is crucial for creating memorable experiences. Opting for audio visual rentals allows you to access the latest technology, benefit from expert support, and ensure cost-effectiveness. Whether you’re organizing a corporate event, wedding, or concert, choosing the right AV rental company is vital. With reputable companies like 11:11 Events, you can rest assured that your event will be a resounding success.

When planning your next event, consider the tips and insights in this guide to make informed decisions and deliver an unforgettable experience for your audience.

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Do you guys ever think about how the people who had previously hired Yasper to install their equipment must have felt?

Person: Holy shit, honey come here! The guy who installed our AV system killed Xavier!

[weekend-conspiracy-theorist]

in which damian has an agenda, cass has been keeping secrets, and gotham has just the worst infrastructure in existence. (an entry in the tim&steph role swap au)

Unlike Tim's non-flashy but solidly respectable apartment, which had been purchased with the intent of fooling his case worker into believing the lie of his beloved and financially stable Uncle Eddie Drake, the offices of Red Bird Investigations were kind of a shithole. The office space itself was clean, recently painted, and well-repaired, thanks to the elbow grease Tim (assisted by his begrudging blonde minions, plus an utterly unhelpful Cassandra, who had never held a paintbrush or screwdriver in her life) had put into it when he first signed the lease, but it was nonetheless housed in a crumbling brick building in one of Gotham's many questionable neighborhoods--

And 4032 Dixon Ave was exactly what you'd expect of a crumbling building in one of Gotham's many questionable neighborhoods. In theory, a person had to have a key or get buzzed in to access the building, but really you could force the lock if you jiggled it just right and pushed down on the knob, and the super kept the side door propped open so he could chainsmoke in the alley.

Half the offices were empty, and the rest were primarily a combination of loan sharks, con artists, and realtors. Roaches were a fact of life, the elevator had been out of order for upwards of a decade according to the manager of the phone line on the second floor, and the air conditioning was reliably unreliable during the hottest months of the summer. There was one gargoyle statue on the corner of the roof, which was neither attached nor an original aspect of the structure, but had been added (and gaudily painted) by someone with an impeccable sense of humor sometime in the semi-recent past.

Tim, who periodically spent an hour wistfully scrolling rental listings for the boathouses on the marina before reminding himself it'd be stupid even for a millionaire to move out of his apartment when it was fully paid off, couldn't have been happier with this particular life choice. He liked places with history, even when said history was as mundane as being an office building from the 70s which had survived the Quake by dint of thick walls and being far enough off the harbor to actually have been built on decent soil. He liked fixing things, sinking his time and his sweat into routine maintenance and non-lease-breaking improvements.

And more than anything, what Tim really liked were the people. Messy, vibrant, petty, compassionate people. There was character, there was life to the parts of the city which weren't directly under the heel of Gotham's glamorous rich, and Tim thrived there.

In rare form, Stephanie didn't even usually give him a hard time about his office space, because she got it. She liked them too.

Damian Wayne was less impressed.

"I was under the impression you ran a respectable business," the kid said, as he stood in the center of the main room. His shoes alone probably cost as much as every piece of furniture in the office combined, and his expression was deeply dubious.

He looked painfully young, in the washed out gray light seeping in through the big windows on the back wall, sandwiched in between the doors of Tim's office--a shoebox full of filing cabinets and the best computer equipment he could cram into it--and that of "Alvin Draper," which was bigger, nicer, and only occupied once a week, when the actor he'd hired to play his boss made a perfunctory appearance. The main room had a few of his better Gotham-by-night photographs framed on the wall, a kitchenette with a sink and a minifridge and a miniscule sum of counterspace mostly taken up by the drying rack for the two plates and two forks which Tim kept on hand for his lunches, as well as a nice couch and a coffee table at which Tim usually interviewed his clients.

He had spread the details of his latest case out on said couch and coffee table, not having anticipated any visitors after 4 PM on a Friday afternoon. "Uh," he said, intelligently. His hair was a mess, between the sweat and the running his fingers through it while he thought, and he'd stripped to his undershirt an hour ago. He debated, briefly, grabbing his dress shirt off of the arm of the couch and putting it back on, but 1) it was too damn hot, and 2) it was a sign of weakness. "'Respectable' is as good a word as any, I guess."

"Tt." Damian clicked his tongue, that sharp green gaze of his sweeping across the room and across Tim. "This building is incredibly insecure."

"It is," Tim agreed. His computer network was quite sound--and only got increasingly so, as he continued hanging out with Stephanie at the Clocktower and picking up advice from Oracle--but the information he kept in his filing cabinets was a careful mix of useless and non-confidential. Most of the physical files he built throughout the course of a case ended up digitized and shredded before he sent the final invoice. "But for the kinds of clients I prefer to work with, it's familiar. For the ones I tolerate for the sake of my bills, they're just excited that I'm cheap."

"The air conditioning is... insufficient."

Tim, who had been glistening with a light sheen of sweat since he walked in the door at 7 AM, really hadn't needed Damian's help to figure that out. "Oh, is that why my paperwork keeps sticking to my arm," he drawled, snide, and leaned back against the couch as he tossed down his pen.

This was already the longest one-on-one conversation they'd ever had, with the exception of the union mediation Tim had arbitrated, which didn't really count. Well, and the time Robin had cornered him during a stakeout to give him a shovel talk regarding Steph, which had been hilariously out-of-date. Point was: he and Damian didn't just talk. They talked so little, in fact, that Tim hadn't even found an opportunity to launch the "actually we're cousins, didn't you know?" prank for which Cassandra had dutifully planted evidence in the Wayne Manor library.

They sat in silence for a moment; Tim studying Damian and Damian studying the weird water stain in the middle of the ceiling. (There were two floors between this one and the roof, making rain damage unlikely, but there were also no utility pipes running through the ceiling above that spot; Tim had checked the as-builts. He'd left the mystery alone from there, because he was certain he didn't want to know where it had come from.)

Tim was good at reading people, and good at reading Robins in particular. The wrinkle between Damian's eyebrows and the poutiness of his frown said there was something on his mind; the fact that he'd showed up at Tim's office said... honestly, Tim didn't know what it said. He had a hard time believing that he'd done something to offend the kid and an even harder time believing that Damian would seek him out regarding something someone else did to offend him, considering they never talked.

Speculating about it wasn't going to get him anywhere. Leadingly, Tim asked, "Are you here for, like... a reason?"

Damian thinned his lips and narrowed his eyes, briefly transforming into the spitting image of his mother on the one time Tim had seen her, a brief glimpse caught from opposite ends of a League compound, as Z whisked Tim away by the scruff like a recalcitrant cat and Cass and Pru gleefully tore the place apart. With careful deliberance, Damian said, "Stephanie tells me she sought your counsel often during her tenure as Robin."

Tim was still Stephanie's favorite sounding board, and vice versa. Damian definitely knew that; the two of them weren't shy about it. Which meant it was purposeful--and significant--that the kid had specified her Robin days.

Tim looked at the papers spread across his coffee table. This particular case wasn't going to fall apart any time in the next two hours.

Standing and stretching, he draped his dress shirt over his arm and jerked his chin towards the door, ushering Damian out ahead of himself. He flipped the sign on the door--THE INVESTIGATOR IS OUT. IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, PLEASE CALL: (862)-555-9321--and locked up, for habit's sake more than any belief that it would actually keep someone out of his office who wanted to break in. "This sounds like a taco tax situation. Steph ever explained to you how that works?"

"The purchase of tacos can be traded for assistance or advice," Damian recited dutifully. "I need neither," he added, even as he quickened his steps slightly to catch up to Tim's longer stride.

"Sure you don't," Tim said dryly. "You just showed up at my office all hangdog for no reason."

"What is 'hangdog?'"

Tim really wanted to say, "Nothing much; what's hanging with you?" but he knew that--despite Stephanie, Cassandra, and Dick's best efforts--there was no chance Damian would get the joke. "It means you look like a kicked puppy," he said instead, hands in his pockets as he turned the corner for the stairs.

"I am in no distress," Damian said, with stubborn insistence.

"Sure you aren't."

Damian bristled, coming to a stop abruptly, and Tim turned to look up at him from several stairs lower down. "This was a mistake," he said flatly. The line of his shoulders was tight and hostile. "I do not know why--I will be taking my leave. Apologies for the interrup--"

"Screw off," Tim said, exasperated. "You came to me, you don't get to get pissy when I try to actually talk to you, even if I'm being a dick about it. Look, whatever, fine; you don't need my help." He threw up his hands, turning back to the stairs. "I guess we're just hanging out, like normal people do with a friend of a mutual friend." That was a reductive description of what Stephanie was to either of them, but--whatever. He took two more steps and then hit upon an idea. "Cass has been teaching you to skateboard, right?"

"She has," Damian said, suspicion coloring his voice.

"Cool. We'll swing by my place, grab a couple boards, hit the park."

"You skateboard." Damian's voice remained flat.

"Kid," Tim said, exasperated, "I'm the one who taught Cass. Which took, like, four hours and now she's better at it than I am, because she's Cassandra fucking Wayne, but still."

***

They didn't go to a skate park.

On the way to Tim's apartment, he'd grilled Damian thoroughly regarding what Cassandra had taught him so far, and decided that there was a better (stupider) use of their time. Damian, for his part, was intrigued.

"It sounds like an engaging test of skill," he'd said, eyes glinting, and Tim had grinned.

"It's also illegal," he'd said cheerfully. "Of course, trespassing and illegal entry are probably less of a thrill for you than for the average skate punk." They shouldn't have been a thrill for Tim at this point, either, but sue him. There was a reason he'd ended up in the Girl Wonder's rolodex, and it wasn't for not being an antiauthoritarian adrenaline junkie.

What they were about to do was a classic rite of passage within Gotham skate culture. The first time Tim had heard about it, he'd been thirteen, and therefore not nearly cool enough for the fifteen-to-seventeen-year-olds that hung out at his favorite skate park to acknowledge his existence. The older kids, the eighteen-to-twenty-year-olds, were much more chill about being willing to teach new faces; but those kids in their mid-teens had something to prove. To themselves, their teachers, their parents, the older kids. They didn't let kids like Tim in on their secrets willingly.

But Tim had been, as Tim continued to be, both unconscionably nosy and very good at flying under the radar.

A kid Tim had only ever known as "Scoop" had showed up one day with his arm in a cast and half his face scraped up, looking nonetheless pleased with himself as he claimed the center of attention amongst that mid-teen crowd. There'd been a lot of whispering, a lot of back slapping, and just enough details dropped for Tim to figure out what had happened, and why it mattered.

Gotham City's infrastructure was, to a brick, old and confusing and unnecessarily complicated, and its storm sewer system was no exception. There were culverts under the city large enough to float a mobile home down the river with room to spare, entire streams which had been turned into trapezoidal concrete flumes, and detention ponds that never drained the way they were supposed to. And then there was this:

The Gotham Aqueduct.

It was one of the few above-ground portions of the storm sewer system, and despite being a triumph of masonry techniques, it made no sense. A lot of old school civil engineering had been pretty myopic, focused on one particular result with no understanding of the subsequent consequences (see: turning urban streambeds into concrete flumes in order to prevent stream migration, thereby also preventing soil infiltration while simultaneously increasing the velocity of the water, resulting in rampant downstream flooding), but even for the time period, the Gotham Aqueduct was bizarre.

The main section--the one Tim and Damian had scaled a chainlink fence to access--was approximately a half mile of semi-circular brick switchbacks that ended abruptly in a twenty foot drop into the reservoir. The slope along the centerline of the tunnel was so steep that the aqueduct almost never actually had any water in it, because of the speed at which the water flowed through it in the aftermath of a storm.

(Presumably, the switchbacks had been intended to slow said velocity. Functionally, the first couple switches tended to overtop and flood nearby streets because water didn't really love to navigate 90° angles. Tim was begging the people who'd designed the damn thing to think about K-values.)

Naturally, Gotham skaters had been treating the thing as a half-pipe since the day skateboards had been invented. The bricks made it unpredictable; the slope made it fast; and the fence along the top edges meant there was exactly one safe opportunity to bail once you got moving, about three yards before the drop off into the reservoir, where there was about five linear feet of fence set back from the edge in order to accomodate a gate.

Eight years ago, Scoop had missed his chance to get off and been forced to ditch his board, breaking his wrist and scraping himself up in the process. Of course, it had been impressive that he'd even made it that far; most everyone wiped out long before the reservoir, and ended up crawling up the sides to make a painful and embarassing trip back over the fence.

A Gotham skate culture rite of passage.

Tim laced his fingers and pushed his hands upwards in a stretch, blowing out a breath. "Let's get our story straight before we do this," he said sternly. "If you get seriously injured, we're telling people that Jason pushed you off a roof."

Damian rolled his eyes. "I will not get injured," he said confidently. He was still in the same very nice clothes as he'd showed up to Tim's office wearing, but Tim had put his foot down about trying to skate in dress shoes, so he'd borrowed a pair of Tim's Vans. That he was three inches shorter than Tim and still wore the same shoe size was depressing evidence that he wasn't going to stay short for long.

Tim, though, had taken the opportunity to change; switched his work boots and khakis for sweats and Converse, and he'd opted for a long sleeve tshirt despite the heat, in the vague hope it might cut down on the inevitable road rash in his future. Last time he'd skated the aqueduct, he'd been fifteen and a much better skater (more consistent practice) than he was now. He'd still missed the chance to bail and opted to take a dive into the reservoir rather than try to stop. Stephanie had had to use a grapple line to fish him out.

Choosing a swim over a crash wouldn't be an option today: the water level was too low after the fire department was forced to overtax the system while fighting the efforts of an arsonist collective.

Tim shook his head. He didn't really think Damian was going to get hurt; the kid had a lot of advantages compared to the average fourteen-year-old moron on a skateboard--better balance, better reflexes, better understanding of how to fall safely, not to mention he was best friends with Superman--but it was a terrible idea to get cocky about it. "I'm serious, Dames. This thing is going to be a wild ride. Stay low, stay alert, and get ready to bail if you have to."

"Yes, yes. Your concern is touching. I agree to sell out my brother to protect a near stranger should we get into trouble." Damian gestured toward the aqueduct. "Are we going to do this?"

Tim tipped his head back, laughing, and held up three fingers. "On my count. Three, two--

"One." In unison, they shifted their weight and dropped into the aqueduct.

Tim let out a whoop of excitement, and even Damian let out a small gasp, but both were rapidly snatched away by the vibration of the bricks and the roar of the wind. The first switchback came up fast, and Tim dropped his center of gravity as low as he could, fingers nearly brushing the ground as he leaned hard into the turn. The trucks on their boards were practically screaming already. Damian's smile didn't drop, not exactly, but it did turn downright feral, his green eyes sharpening as he realized Tim hadn't been fucking kidding.

Tim's teeth nearly rattled out of his head as the bricks whizzed past, and his eyes were watering from the wind as they continued to accelerate, faster and faster. There was no time to think; only to react. Every slightest shift of weight held the potential for catastrophic failure--and it was exhilarating.

On turn four, Damian came in at the wrong angle and nearly threw himself off balance when he overcorrected; Tim yelled at him to stay fucking low, and Damian snarled in response. On turn seven, Tim nearly wiped out. Damian managed to grab his sleeve and yank him upright while still somehow making the turn himself.

Turn eleven--the last turn--was where it all went to shit.

Tim came out of it a little ahead of Damian, and he purposefully swung high up the wall to give himself a better angle on the gate access before stepping on the back of his board and braking as hard as he dared. It wouldn't do to wipe out right here, and he still needed enough speed to make it back up the other wall--it was heartstopping, heartwrenching, but he let out a triumphant yell as he hit the gap just right.

He made the top of the aqueduct, grinding the edge with a mildly terrifying crunching noise before the fence pole caught his hip and slammed him to a stop. He spun on his board, bracing himself to catch a high school freshman to the midsection--

Just in time to see the moment that Damian's wheel caught a loose brick and yanked his board off course.

There was no time to think: only to react. Tim was throwing himself and his board forward again before he understood what his own plan was. Luckily the brick had stolen enough of Damian's speed for Tim to catch him on a cross-angle. One arm snagged Damian around the middle; his other hand shot outwards, catching at the final fence pole and only barely managing to get the first two joints of his fingers around it.

It wasn't enough to stop them. Tim had the insane grip strength of an urban climber who spent a lot of time scaling brick walls and pulling himself up onto rooftops by his fingertips, but between their combined body weight and their momentum, there were hundreds of pounds of force he was fighting against. He could only slow their flight by a fraction of a second--

Which was enough for Damian's Robin reflexes to kick in.

The two of them spun around the fence pole, grounded by Damian's own iron grip, and then tumbled across the concrete on the other side when he let go. Through the ringing in his ears and his own panting breaths, Tim heard the splash of two skateboards dropping into the reservoir.

He slowly pushed himself over onto his back, wincing as his shoulder protested loudly, and stared upwards at Gotham's moody gray sky. "Well," he rasped. "What'd you think?"

Damian moved in Tim's periphery, and Tim looked over to find him inspecting his palm, shiny and raw from where it scraped against the fence pole. His clothes were ruined, and there was the start of a beautiful bruise on his cheekbone. "A qualified success," he said, with satisfaction.

Tim stared at him for a second. Then he burst out laughing, draping his arm over his eyes, and after a moment, Damian started laughing too.

"We're never telling Batman about this," Tim ordered, when he'd managed to calm himself down slightly. He rubbed at his shoulder--it had taken the brunt of their impact against the ground, he was pretty sure--and sat upright, brushing his hair out of his face. He could see the skateboards from here, half-submerged where they'd caught onto a floating raft of trash fifty feet out into the reservoir. "Damn," he sighed.

Damian followed his gaze, and a frown ticked at the corners of his lips. "I find it unlikely we would be able to retrieve them."

"Yeah, no. Not even with a grapple." Tim huffed another laugh, shaking his head. "Good thing I'm a millionaire and can afford to replace them," he added dryly. "C'mon, up. We've managed to crashland by the corner of the treatment plant. We gotta get out of here before the cops make an appearance."

Green eyes narrowed, though Damian did find his way to his feet and fall into step next to Tim. "But you aren't," he said.

"Aren't what?" Tim asked distractedly. His vision nearly whited out when he tried to stretch out his shoulder, and he caught Damian's arm in a death grip to keep himself upright and moving.

"A millionaire." Damian brushed his hand off (not unkindly) and circled around to Tim's other side, inspecting his shoulder with brusque, professional movements.

Tim chose not to be offended that Damian had been investigating his finances. He was kidding himself if he thought any of the Bats hadn't. "First aid can wait," he said gently, ushering Damian onwards. "And, yes, I am. Officially, on paper, I have a net worth of a hundred and something blah blah blah. I just can't actually touch most of it, by design; almost everything liquid immediately gets funneled into various charities. Help me over?"

With enviable grace, Damian found his way to the top of the chainlink fence, straddling it as he leaned down to clasp Tim's good arm and pull him upwards.

"It's a lot like what Bruce does," Tim added. He hooked the toe of one shoe into the other side of the fence, holding tightly onto the top bar (Damian's hands hovered nearby in case he lost his grip), and carefully swung his other leg around. "Except it's chump change comparatively, and it's not my own foundation I'm putting money into. I'm also not trying to fund the Justice League and probably a hundred other vigilantes while maintaining a frivolous playboy persona, so percentage-wise I hold onto a lot less of it." Tim stretched down from the top of the fence and then dropped lightly to the ground.

Well--he meant to drop lightly to the ground. He actually tripped over his own feet slightly and stumbled. Damian snorted, and Tim flipped him off. "Fuck off. Anyway. I'd keep back even less--my bills are practically nonexistent; I bought my apartment as a cash sale, I don't have student loans, I don't even own a car--but I try to keep a discretionary fund around in case Red Bird doesn't make enough money to pay rent one month or I have to bail Steph out of jail again or something."

"Again," Damian repeated.

"Again," Tim confirmed, smirking, as he gazed up at Damian where he still sat atop the fence. "Seriously, Bruce has no idea what we got up to while he wasn't looking." He gestured between the two of them, raising his eyebrows, and then at the general predicament they currently found themselves in. "We've been hanging out for like two hours, Dames. Steph and I have been hanging out for seven years."

With a tilt of his head to acknowledge the point, Damian leapt down from the from the top of the fence, landing with a panther's grace and a fourteen-year-old's smug pride.

"Yeah, yeah," Tim huffed, reaching out to ruffle the kid's hair. "You're so much cooler than me. Whatever. What d'you want for--ah, shit." The hour hand on his watch was way closer to eight than Tim had realized. "No time to eat unless we do it on the move. I've gotta get you back to Bristol for patrol."

"You should come to the cave as well to get your shoulder checked out," Damian told him sternly. He paused, tilting his chin slightly, and Tim was coming to recognize that glint in his eye as a herald of Damian's patently mean and deeply hilarious sense of humor. "We'll tell everyone that Jason pushed you off a roof."

Tim was still laughing as they pulled Damian's bike up to Wayne Manor.

***

Whyever Damian had showed up to Tim's office that afternoon, he never let it slip. But it did... turn into a thing, after that. Damian showed up; Tim found something for them to do for a couple hours; Damian asked a probing question about Tim's life and/or his methods; Tim set aside the sarcasm and did his best to answer it.

(Robin was just bored, Tim had decided, as he was falling asleep on Friday night. The Black Bat was off spreading the fear of the bat across international waters, Batgirl was in space getting up to shenanigans with Young Justice, Nightwing was too busy with a gang war in Blüdhaven to be spending time in Gotham, and Tim was a mildly interesting puzzle hanging out at the edges of Damian's family. A puzzle that had even accidentally conditioned itself years ago to asking, "How high?" whenever Robin said, "Jump.")

Saturday, Tim woke up to find Damian climbing in through his bedroom window. He had already thrown a pillow by the time he realized who it was (force of habit of hearing the bell ding at an hour that Stephanie knew he would be asleep if she came by), and it bounced off Damian's scowling face. "I'd apologize, but I'm not actually sorry. Come back at noon," Tim mumbled, rolling over and pulling the blankets over his head. Next to him, Bernard snored loudly, blissfully unaware of the teenager skulking his way back out onto the fire escape.

Tim had samosas and paneer tikka masala waiting on the coffee table when Damian returned, at 12:00 exactly, and this time it was a Switch controller that Tim threw at his head. Damian caught it and proceeded to kick Tim's ass at Mario Kart for an hour.

"How are you so good at this," Tim groaned, slouched low into his couch with his feet kicked up onto the coffee table amongst the empty tupperware containers and dirty plates.

"I play against a speedster on a weekly basis," Damian said dryly.

Tim snorted. "Right. I mean, Steph plays against Bart all the time, and she still fucking sucks at this game, but I'll accept the premise. Tell me, though--is 'Thunderheart' regretting the superhero name she chose for herself when she was nine yet, or...?"

"I was actually talking about Kid Flash, but you tell me, Drake: does it matter how ridiculous the moniker she uses is when she's one of the single most powerful metahumans on Earth?" Damian countered.

"Point." Tim backed out of the race selection and scrolled through the wheels available for his bike, ignoring the snort that very clearly said that Damian didn't think any changes to the stats on his set up were going to help him win.

"You know her true identity as well, don't you?" Damian asked abruptly, just before the starting whistle on their next set of races.

"The second Iris West," Tim confirmed. "One of Wally and Linda Park-West's adorable little muppet children."

"How many civilian identities do you know? How did you deduce them?"

"Well, for the Flash family specifically, I didn't actually deduce anything; Bart just told me. Or he told me enough, at least." Tim groaned as his bike took a dive off of the course after being hit by a red shell. "There's a lot of that for what I know with regards to the greater superhero community--I was never a member of Young Justice, obviously, given that I'm not a superhero, but Steph dragged me around to a lot of their bonding exercises, so I was sort of honorary. Knowing the sidekicks tends to make it easy to figure out the Justice League."

"But you figured out the identities of the Gotham-based heroes on your own."

"Mostly. The others in Gotham--Huntress, Black Canary, etc--aren't as paranoid about covering their tracks as your whole brood is, and most of you are pretty easy when you walk in knowing Bruce Wayne is Batman. Steph generally kept mum on secret IDs unless I'd already figured it out myself, but I probably wouldn't have known Cass's Batgirl or Oracle even existed if I hadn't been friends with her." Tim gave up on trying to beat Damian the normal way and just shoved a hand into his face to keep him from being able to dodge the banana he was throwing.

(The conversation devolved at that point.)

Sunday night, Tim was shooting pool at a dive bar in one of his more lowkey aliases when Damian appeared out of nowhere to loudly judge his shots. The kid refused to answer how he'd gotten in (though at least he was dressed like a normal person and not like Bruce Wayne's son), but Tim decided after a brief argument that it was in no way his problem. If Batman didn't want his fourteen-year-old to have a good enough fake ID to somehow convince people he was seven years older than he was, then he shouldn't have given him the tools to make one. They played a few rounds, and despite the shit talking, Tim won most of them.

They were walking down the street afterwards, Tim with a chili dog in each hand and Damian eating the fries, when Damian said, out of the blue, "There is a firearm registered to your name."

Tim chewed his next bite a little longer than he usually would have, trying to discern if that was judgement or curiosity hiding behind the casual tone. "There is," he confirmed. It was a simple six-shot .38 revolver; Tim had no intentions of ever being in a fire fight that would require him to get off more than one or two shots, much less six, and revolvers were way less likely to jam than semiautomatics. "I also have a concealed carry permit."

"But you don't actually carry it."

"I do sometimes." Tim licked chili off of his wrist, pretending he didn't feel Damian's surprised gaze boring into the side of his head. "Look, I may not have the obscene level of trauma surrounding them that your dad does, but I don't like guns. I don't believe in capital punishment--I don't even believe in the prison industry and its focus on retribution over rehabilitation. People can change; in fact, people do change, all the time. But."

He took a deep breath. "I am not a superhero. What you and the rest of your family do, Dames, is not something that anyone can do just because they want to do it. You are brilliant detectives and above Olympic level athletes, trained not only in a wide variety of martial arts but also in deescalation and hostage negotiation techniques. There's a genetic component to that. There's also a truly insane physical and mental training regimen.

"The simple fact of the matter is that even if I wanted to become what you already are, which I don't, I literally can't. I've come at it too late to ever be as good as one of you. And that's fine, because for the most part, the stuff that I do doesn't involve bashing heads together or making daring rescues. But every once in a while, I find myself in a situation where my life or somebody else's life is being threatened, and you and I are both aware of how much more difficult it is to stop someone from hurting someone else without hurting them in turn. In the moment, when it comes down to an innocent person's life versus the life of the person who is actively attempting to maim or injure them, I'm not willing to discard any of the potential tools at my disposal just because I find them distasteful."

Damian was quiet for a couple of blocks after that. Tim was wandering them loosely towards the bus stop that would get the kid back to Bristol--ah, nostalgia; he and Steph used to ride this line two or three times a week--but hadn't yet made it obvious that he was pointing them in any particular direction.

"It is an interesting perspective," Damian said, finally. "I hadn't expected such nuance, given your vocal distaste for the Red Hood."

"The Red Hood is a hypocrite," Tim said flatly. "I've got more respect for Deadshot's moral code than I do Hood's. At least 'I'll kill anyone you pay me to' is fucking consistent. Don't--don't fucking get me started on the number of bullet holes he's put in random enforcers and runners. Some of them undoubtedly were absolute scum whose lists of crimes would turn even Hood's stomach, but just as many of them are people trying to get through the fucking day. People who could get out if you just gave them a fucking stepstool, which is purportedly something Hood cares about."

Tim slammed the remains of his second chili dog into the nearest trashcan, his appetite suddenly gone. "'I'm just doing what Batman can't,' what a load of schlock. Dames, listen to me: I know I don't really know you and it's none of my business to say this, but I'm so fucking proud of you for the steps you've made to break away from the League conditioning and follow your dad's code instead. Whenever you grow up and start to figure out what's actually true to you, though, just promise me you're going to be smarter about it than Hood has been."

Damian was staring at him again. Tim supposed he probably wasn't used to hearing it stated, blatantly, that people were proud of him, or that they would keep being proud of him even if he decided one day that he did actually think killing people was okay under certain circumstances.

Tim fidgeted. "Just my two cents," he offered. The silence continued to stretch on. Akwardly.

"Shouldn't you have been in Bristol getting ready for patrol like two hours ago?" he finally asked, bluntly, because he was feeling a little like a bug under a microscope, and Robin was still staring at him, and he still didn't really understand why the kid was even here.

Damian shook off whatever had been going through his head. "It is my night off," he said, ducking his head back towards his fries and leading the way towards the bus stop. (Figured he'd already known where they were going.)

Tim wanted to ask why he wasn't in Kansas or Metropolis, hanging out with the younger Superman, or why he wasn't in San Francisco with the Titans, but he didn't. The kid was bored, and Tim was there, and Damian wanted to know why Stephanie liked him so much. Probably.

(Tim was beginning to doubt that theory, but he had no idea what to replace it with.)

Monday afternoon, Damian found Tim at the Department of Finance, pursuing a records request for one of his cases.

"You could obtain this information much more easily and quickly through other means," Damian murmured, hands in his pockets as they waited in the lobby. He'd sidled up sideways to Tim's conversation with the office manager, and Tim had done his level best to ignore him until Maureen had become too clearly distracted by his presence, at which point he'd been forced to tell her that Damian was his assistant. This had earned him an eyeroll, but Damian must have finally taken Stephanie's lessons on how to "yes, and" to heart and hadn't argued. "I have not had cause to assess your hacking capabilities myself, but Gordon considers you moderately competent."

Tim raised an eyebrow. He kept his voice similarly low, and turned his head partially away from the camera in the corner of the room to make it difficult to read his lips, same as Damian had. "High praise. But there's a difference between what I do, and what you do. Namely, legality, and therefore paper trails. Besides--you'd be shocked how useful it can be to build rapport with the office staff who do all the paperwork and greet all the visitors. I know CPAs who explicitly start their tax audits not by investigating the spreadsheets, but by talking to the secretaries. Support staff, janitors, waitresses, bartenders--these are all people who hear and see a lot of things because people who think they're better than them pay no attention to them. Relatedly: there's a reason your dad pays his PA as well as he does. It's a good habit. Make sure you continue it when you take on a role at WE."

"Noted," Damian said, looking like he actually was making a mental note of that, and Tim didn't bother to resist the urge to reach out and ruffle his hair. He'd gotten away with it after the aqueduct adventure, when his shoulder (which was still sore, but workable) was fucked up, but it got his hand slapped this time.

Offended or not, Damian still shadowed him all the way back to 4032 Dixon Ave, at which point Tim paused on the sidewalk next to the propped open side door, resigned to the idea that this was happening whether he liked it or not. "Okay, look. It's Monday," he said.

"Yes?" Damian was looking at him like he was reevaluating his opinion of Tim's intelligence.

Tim sighed, shifting his files higher up into the crook of his elbow and bracing his other hand on the doorframe. "Monday means my boss is here."

Damian's opinion of him plummeted even lower. "Your boss doesn't exi--"

Tim slapped a hand over Damian's mouth. "My boss, Mr. Draper, is here today," he said firmly. "He doesn't know anything about anything, including who it ultimately is who's paying his salary. As far as he knows, I know nothing about anything either. Do you understand me?" He lifted his hand and placed it back on the doorframe, barring Damian's way in.

"First of all, had I been anyone else in our immediate acquaintance, I would have bitten your hand for that; consider yourself lucky I am above such base instincts. Second of all, I absolutely do not understand you," Damian said flatly. "You mean to tell me, Drake, that you have hired a real person to be your fake boss--"

"There has to be someone until I'm old enough to get my own license," Tim said tiredly. He and Stephanie had already had this argument a dozen times. "And if I had to spend a couple years answering phone calls and making coffee runs before I was allowed to actually do any investigating, I'd have gone full supervillain."

"Remind me what you were just saying earlier about legality and paper trails--"

"Screw off. Are you gonna behave or not? I'm sending you home if you won't pretend to be having a client meeting with me or something."

They glared at each other for a long moment. Tim had the upper hand, literally and metaphorically, but Damian was the biological synthesis of two of the bitchiest people on the planet Earth, so it was still a pretty even match. Finally, with a roll of his eyes, he ducked beneath Tim's arm and pushed through the door into the building.

"What reason could I possibly have to hire a private investigator?"

"You've got four flights of stairs to figure it out," Tim told him, and waved a hand at the super as they passed him, headed out to smoke with an unlit cigarette already dangling out of the side of his mouth. "Maybe you want me to look into whether or not Bruce has another biological kid floating around out there."

The elbow to the diaphragm that earned him had him wheezing all the way up to the office.

Damian didn't come up with a fake mystery for Tim to be solving, but he did stick his nose in the air and tell Mike Haskins (the actor Tim had hired to play Alvin Draper), haughtily, that his case was confidential and he was only interested in working with Tim, and that was good enough. They passed a quiet couple of hours in Tim's office--Damian ended up on top of his filing cabinets after picking the locks and rifling through them, because there was nowhere else for him to sit--as Tim sifted through the copies of the records he'd gotten from the Department of Finance and Damian took what had to have been the world's most uncomfortable nap.

Tim was starting to wonder if the kid was grounded or something. It would explain the lack of patrol, the fact that he wasn't seeking out Dick or Jason instead--Dick was too busy with the gang war to indulge him and would have pressured him to return to Gotham, and it was fifty-fifty on whether Jason would have held him hostage, to infuriate Bruce, or ratted him out to Alfred, to infuriate Damian.

Running off to the Titans would be guaranteed to result in Batman hunting him down and dragging him back by the cape, and any time spent with Jon Kent would probably also mean time spent with Clark Kent, which would mean Batman wouldn't even have to hunt Robin down; he'd just get a politely concerned phone call from his best friend.

Tim texted Stephanie that Damian was being weird, although he didn't expect a response until she was done being crowned the Queen of Mars or whatever she had going on with Young Justice, and then he texted Cassandra to tell her that he missed her. If Cass were home, Damian definitely wouldn't be having whatever crisis he was having all over Tim's office.

Tuesday night, Tim finally found out what was going on. And he was right: if the Black Bat had been home, Damian wouldn't have been spending so much time hovering over Tim's shoulder.

She was, after all, the one who'd asked him to keep an eye on Tim while she dealt another blow to the League of Assassins.

***

Tim woke up in the Batcave.

He only recognized it so immediately because he'd just been in its Medbay a few days earlier, letting Alfred determine whether or not he'd managed to tear his rotator cuff during the "unexplained incident" he and Damian had been involved in. It was easy to figure out why he was here now, given the pounding pain ripping through his midsection.

Tim woke up in the Batcave with a stab wound.

Which was, to be fair, better circumstances than the last time Tim had woken up from a stab wound related to the League of Assassins. Yeah--it was coming back to him. He closed his eyes against the brightness of the lights, breathing out through his nose.

Tim had been on the roof of some random apartment building in the Diamond District, which was never his favorite place in Gotham in which to be on a random rooftop. The buildings were too high and too far apart on the whole for him to easily maneuver without a grappling hook, which he staunchly continued to refuse whenever Stephanie offered him one. It seemed like a really good way to get himself in all sorts of trouble with both the police and Gotham's underworld if anyone ever discovered him carrying it.

But alas: Laney Franklin's wife was cheating on her with a beautiful lesbian couple with high class taste, so he wasn't exactly going to catch evidence of the affair at one of Gotham's many seedy motels. Skyscrapers and champagne and long walks up ugly stairwells it was.

He hadn't really been surprised to hear the purposeful thud of boots hitting the roof behind him; after all, it had been over twenty-four hours since he'd last seen Damian, which broke the trend of the past five days. "Rob," he'd greeted, without looking up from his camera.

"Timothy," Damian had returned (thankfully; it would have been embarassing if Tim had missed that called shot) as he took a seat next to Tim, and Tim's hands had briefly frozen while adjusting the focus on his shot.

Sure, he'd been purposefully needling the kid by using nicknames without having had permission offered to him like Stephanie (eventually) had, but he'd expected to be "Drake" always and forever for the rest of his life. Were they actually friends now? He didn't have a problem with that, but it was certainly a surprise.

He finished taking his shot and took a guess as to what had brought Batman and Robin to this corner of the city in the first place. "Catwoman busy tonight?"

"Unfortunately," Damian had said, so sourly that Tim had choked on a laugh.

"I take it Batman has things... covered."

Damian had made a disgusted noise, and Tim had laughed again. Then he'd heard the faintest whisper of a blade being unsheathed, and things had gotten--

Hectic, after that.

Tim reopened his eyes, biting back a groan as he levered himself up to sitting, and carefully removed the IV line from his arm and the electrodes from his chest. There was a murmur of voices out in the main chamber of the cave, and he was, as he always had been, unconscionably nosy.

He was still wearing his jeans but he raided the lockers for a shirt on his way out, relieved to find his own "Everything's Bat-ter in Gotham" tanktop stashed away inside Cassandra's, and then he hovered, not quite out of sight to the canny observer (Alfred, Bruce, and Damian alike were usually canny observers, but they were distracted by their conversation) and comfortably within earshot.

"--is not why my grandfather would be interested in Timothy," Damian was saying, his voice high and fast with impatience in a way that said he was annoyed with the conversation. "He is a reasonably gifted detective with a temptingly flexible moral code and unusual familiarity with both our inner workings and those of the superhero community at large. The question, Father, is how and why Ra's is even aware of his existence."

Wait. Tim set his hand over the stab wound in his side, frowning heavily. The ninjas had been after him? Not Damian?

"Black Bat gave no indication of what was going on when she asked you to keep an eye on him?"

"Ah," Tim said, reflexively, and then remembered he wasn't actually part of this conversation. Three heads snapped towards him, and he ruefully moved forward fully into the light.

"Master Drake, please--"

"Tim, please." He waved away the concern as Alfred and Damian both took steps forward to help him walk. "I'm fine; not the first time I've been stabbed in the spleen, and knowing my luck it won't be the last. Were you able to get hold of Cass?"

"Went to voicemail," Bruce said, gruffly. His blue eyes were sharp as he watched Tim lower himself carefully into one of the chairs at the table near the Batcomputer, on which grainy night footage of the rooftop fight was playing out silently.

"I appreciate the compliment, by the way," Tim told Damian, "but your grandfather isn't interested in me. At least, not as anything but leverage against Cass. Pretty sure the only time he's ever referred to me in conversation has been as her lapdog." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, grimacing at the traces of blood still present, and scrolled through his contacts. "Here we go," he said, with satisfaction, and set it on the table as he turned it onto speakerphone.

It rang twice, and then--

"Go for Prudence," she drawled, so very English and so very sarcastic. There was gunfire in the background, and it was staticky like there was wind blowing across the microphone.

"High, darling," Tim drawled back. "Hand the phone to the Bat on your right, would you?"

"Ah, tictac! No can do, she's very busy." Another gunshot. This one much closer. "Pru had probably been the one holding the gun" kind of close.

"I know she's busy, Pru. Her being busy is why I'm calling. Her being busy is why I have a brand new stab wound to add to my collection."

A pause. The phone audibly flipped to speaker, and Pru called, "Batsy, I thought you said they were just trying to kidnap Tim."

"They are," Cassandra her, more distant and barely audible over the spotty connection. A thud; a groan, and she added, "Stay down this time," in her scariest voice.

Prudence asked, "Then how come he's saying he got stabbed?"

There was a jumble of audio feedback as the phone changed hands. "How did you get stabbed? What happened to Robin?"

Tim rolled his eyes. "Well, C, when you don't tell me that there's a kidnapping threat against me and you just send Ra's al Ghul's grandson to hang out with me all day, there ends up being some miscommunication about which of us the ninjas are focused on, and I end up shoving the kid out of the way of a knife."

"Ridiculous," Damian added icily, his arms crossed over his chest. "I was wearing body armor. You were not."

"I could have been," Tim countered, "if someone had told either of us what was going on."

Cass huffed, managing to sound annoyed with the both of them even while in the middle of raiding a League base or whatever the hell it was she was up to. "I thought it'd be obvious."

"Can I ask," Bruce said slowly, "why Tim is even involved in this in the first place?"

"He drove me here," Cassandra said lightly. "The first time."

Tim bolted upright, then immediately regretted it and set a hand over his stab wound with a hiss. "C, you're in Nanda Parbat?"

"You've been to Nanda Parbat?" Damian asked Tim incredulously. He looked at the phone. "You're currently in Nanda Parbat?"

"What do you mean he drove you there," Bruce repeated flatly.

"When you were supposed to be dead and I realized you actually weren't," Cassandra began.

"When Cass was having her mental breakdown road trip of grief and self-discovery," Tim began.

"Rude," she huffed.

"Tell me I'm wrong." He waved a hand. "Never mind, point is: she recruited me as team mascot and secondary moral compass for the semi-feral, only-recently-ex assassins she was teaming up with."

"Rude!" Prudence yelled in the background.

"And then he drove me here," Cassandra repeated.

"Don't sell yourself short, TJ," Prudence added. "You were a little more than just a mascot; blowing up the bases was your idea."

"Yes," Tim said, feeling his face heat up. "Well. It just seemed... prudent."

Cassandra booed. Prudence booed. Damian looked like he wanted to boo. Bruce just looked constipated, which probably meant he also wanted to boo.

"Sorry. Look, I'm locked down in the Batcave now; Ra's tried and failed to gain leverage to counter whatever it is you're doing right now." Tim grimaced. "Do we want to know what you're doing right now?"

"Ra's started it," was all Cassandra offered in response to that.

Tim rested his forehead in the palm of his hand, closing his eyes. "Right," he said. "Ra's started it. Look, whatever. If you see Damian's mom, could you give her my business card again? I'm serious that Drake Industries could use her. Anyone ballsy enough to take Luthor on from inside his own company has exactly the kind of forward thinking we need."

"I've given it to her like three times now," Cassandra told him gently. "I don't think she's interested."

"I can and would fire our current CEO."

"I know, Tim."

"I've been dragging the company kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century; really pushing for an eco-friendly and worker-forward approach, but it's like pulling teeth when it comes to the board, and god knows I want to kill myself every time I have to spend more than three or four hours at a time pretending to be a respectable businessman. I could really use someone with a vision who's willing to push forward their own agenda without needing me to hold their hand."

"Tim, I promise you. I gave her your elevator pitch word for word last time."

He sighed. "I can still dream."

"Yes, you can," Cassandra told him, sounding amused. "And Pru wants to know if you'll also be dreaming about paying her phone bill for the month since you're wasting all her international minutes right now."

"She's a globetrotting antihero and she doesn't spring for an unlimited international plan?" Tim asked scathingly. "Tell her I'm disappointed in her. Then flip her off when she flips you off."

A pause.

"Done," Cassandra reported. "Do you need anything else?"

"Keep yourself safe, please? One stab wound between us is already too many. My poor spleen can't take much more of this."

"Why is it always the spleen when you get attacked by ninjas?"

"This is all I wanna know." Tim sighed again. "Since Steph's off world, you have a brief reprieve before Bruce and Damian explain to her that you've put me on Ra's al Ghul's radar and gotten me stabbed twice. Might wanna figure out how to defend yourself, because she's going to tear you a new one."

"Easy," Cass said confidently. "Batman and Robin needed Batgirl; Bruce needed the Black Bat; Cass needed Tim."

Tim blinked. He blinked again, harder. "Love you, too, Cassie," he rasped.

"I need to go. Tell Bruce I'll be back in a few days."

"You got it." He hung up, groaning, and leaned back in the chair. "Your daughter is simultaneously one of my favorite people in the entire world, and also someone I would frequently like to strangle," he informed Bruce. "'I thought it'd be obvious.' I know she operates on a literal different wavelength than the rest of us, but c'mon."

Bruce had his eyes closed; one hand on his hip and the other pinching the bridge of his nose. "When I asked her what happened while I was gone," he said, slowly, "she told me, and I quote, 'Oh, you know. The usual.'"

"To be fair," Tim said magnanimously, "for Cass, fighting assassins, struggling with her mental health, and taking down worldwide conspiracies with the force of her convictions is the usual."

***

Alfred did manage to bully Tim back into a hospital bed after that. Not that it took much, because the painkillers were wearing off and Tim was starting to deeply regret the decision to be upright.

He wasn't surprised when Damian flopped into a chair next to his bed. He wasn't even surprised when he pulled over the bedside tray on its swinging arm and started shuffling a deck of cards.

"So Cass asked you to keep an eye on me, huh?" Tim asked dryly, as he watched Damian deal. "And you decided that you might as well take the opportunity to figure out what makes me tick."

Damian tapped the remaining cards sharply on the tray, straightening them up, and set them in the middle. "I had assumed she believed you to be in over your head regarding one of your cases. Not that she expected my grandfather to send a team of ninja to kidnap you."

"Without the context of either how I'm involved in her vendetta against the League or that her current trip is in pursuit of that vendetta, it's not an 'obvious' assumption," Tim agreed. "What are we playing?"

"Go Fish."

Tim snorted.

"Fuck off. We are both capable and inclined to count cards; I don't see a point in pursuing a more sophisticated game. And I could always leave you here alone to be bored out of your mind, if you'd prefer."

"Nope, it's fine." Tim reorganized his cards, humming. "Got any 2's?"

Damian eyed him suspiciously for a moment, and then handed him a card.

"What I want to know," Tim said, a couple turns later, "is how come you were only coming around for a few hours a day if you were supposed to be on protection detail."

With a snort, Damian said, "You don't honestly think I was only there for a couple of hours a day."

Tim paused in the middle of drawing a card. "No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You should work on your situational awareness."

"Oh my god."

"You didn't do anything especially embarassing during my surveillance. I am, however, concerned about the amount of take out you consume."

"You're a menace," Tim said despairingly. He set down his cards and flopped back into the pillows of his hospital bed, running his hands down his face. "Fucking shit, Dames."

"I enjoyed our acquaintance far more than I anticipated," Damian added, with the same blunt abruptness with which he'd been interrogating Tim for the last week. He was looking firmly at his cards, and there was a pink tinge to the tips of his ears. "I suspect Cassandra had the ulterior motive of attempting to get us to bond."

Maybe. The Black Bat was sneaky, but she wasn't usually that kind of schemer.

"I just think it was inevitable," Tim told the bright, obnoxious lights on the ceiling. "We should count ourselves lucky we struck up a friendship before Steph decided to duct tape us together or something."

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I'm gonna try and keep this really brief, because this intro is overdue and I really just want to be able to get started with writing!

So, David has lived in Cape May for his entire life. Growing up, he was the nerdy kid who liked school, was in the AV club, read comics, and watched cartoons. He didn't have many friends, and most of the friends he did have were the teachers; maybe that's why he decided to become one himself.

Fast forward about 30 years, and David still lives in Cape May, in the same house that he grew up in that he bought from his parents when they moved to a retirement community. He is undoubtedly one of the town weirdos, though certainly not in a threatening way; more like in a, 'he's the butt of a lot of jokes' way.

In addition to being a high school science and history teacher, he is also a paranormal investigator for hire, complete with his own ghost hunting equipment, including a white van with a satellite dish attached to the top, which regularly gets defaced by kids in town. Again, he's the butt of a lot of jokes.

Nonetheless, he is unapologetically passionate about the things that he enjoys: He's passionate about hunting ghosts, he's passionate about playing the keyboard in his cover band, and most of all, he's passionate about teaching. Despite the fact that there are a lot of students who love to make fun of him, there is no student that his door isn't open for if they need someone to talk to.

I could keep rambling on, but like I said, I want to keep this brief. If you want to know anything more, do not hesitate to ask!

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Why Hiring a Corporate Event Planner in Delhi is Key to a Successful Event

Delhi, the capital of India, is a hub for corporate activities, with businesses hosting numerous events throughout the year. From conferences and product launches to annual celebrations and team-building exercises, these events serve as opportunities to strengthen business relationships, engage employees, and enhance brand visibility. However, organizing such events can be overwhelming. This is where a corporate event planner in Delhi becomes essential.

What Does a Corporate Event Planner in Delhi Do?

A corporate event planner is responsible for managing all aspects of an event, ensuring that everything is executed according to plan and meets the client’s objectives. These professionals are skilled at organizing everything from large conferences to intimate meetings, ensuring each event is smooth, memorable, and aligned with your brand’s goals.

Key responsibilities of a corporate event planner include:

Understanding Your Vision The planner begins by discussing the purpose and goals of the event. Whether you want to promote your brand, launch a product, or celebrate a company milestone, a corporate event planner tailors the event plan accordingly.

Budget Management Event planners work within the budget constraints, ensuring that every detail, from the venue to catering, stays within the designated budget without compromising quality.

Venue Selection and Logistics Delhi offers a wide range of venues for corporate events, from luxurious hotels to unique outdoor locations. A planner helps you choose the ideal venue based on the event’s scale and your company’s objectives. They also take care of all the logistics, including transportation, guest accommodations, and scheduling.

Vendor Coordination A corporate event planner works with various vendors, including caterers, decorators, photographers, AV technicians, and entertainers. They ensure that all vendors are on the same page and deliver their services on time.

On-Site Management On the day of the event, the planner oversees everything—setting up the venue, coordinating the event schedule, managing vendors, and troubleshooting any issues that may arise.

Why Choose a Corporate Event Planner in Delhi?

Delhi is a fast-paced, competitive city where every detail matters. Here’s why hiring a local corporate event planner in Delhi makes a difference:

Knowledge of Local Venues and Vendors Local planners have deep knowledge of Delhi’s best venues and trusted vendors. They know where to find the best spaces for your event, from luxurious banquet halls to innovative outdoor locations. They also have established relationships with top service providers, ensuring you get quality services at competitive prices.

Expertise in Handling Corporate Events Corporate events require a level of sophistication and attention to detail that regular event planners may not possess. A specialized corporate event planner understands the nuances of corporate events and is equipped to handle large-scale, high-profile occasions.

Cultural and Regional Insights Delhi is a city with rich cultural diversity. A local event planner understands the region’s preferences and nuances, ensuring that your event resonates with your audience while respecting local traditions and customs.

Time and Stress Management Planning a corporate event can be time-consuming and stressful. A professional event planner takes care of all the heavy lifting, allowing you to focus on your business while they handle the event’s logistics.

How to Choose the Right Corporate Event Planner in Delhi

When choosing a corporate event planner in Delhi, consider the following:

Experience and Portfolio Look for a planner with experience in managing corporate events. Review their portfolio of previous events to gauge their capabilities and creativity.

Understanding of Your Brand Ensure that the planner takes the time to understand your brand, vision, and objectives for the event. They should be able to offer tailored solutions that reflect your company’s identity.

Reviews and References Check client testimonials and ask for references to learn about the planner’s reliability, attention to detail, and ability to deliver on time and within budget.

Communication Skills A good event planner communicates clearly and promptly. Ensure that they listen to your needs, offer suggestions, and keep you updated throughout the planning process.

Conclusion

Hiring a corporate event planner in Delhi is the key to organizing successful and seamless business events. With their expertise in logistics, vendor management, and creative execution, they can transform your vision into a memorable experience. Whether you're hosting a conference, product launch, or employee recognition event, a corporate event planner ensures every detail is handled with professionalism, allowing you to focus on what matters most���your business.

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Top 10 Tips for Flawless Event Planning in Dubai

Dubai is renowned for its luxurious venues, vibrant culture, and world-class hospitality, making it an ideal location for hosting memorable events. Whether you're planning a corporate gala, a wedding, or a product launch, flawless execution is key to success. Here are the top 10 tips to ensure your event in Dubai is seamless and unforgettable.

1. Define Your Objectives Clearly

Start by outlining the purpose of your event. Is it to celebrate, educate, or network? Establish measurable goals to guide your planning process, such as attendee numbers, engagement rates, or specific outcomes.

2. Choose the Perfect Venue

Dubai boasts a variety of venues, ranging from opulent beachfront resorts to state-of-the-art conference halls. When selecting a venue, consider size, location, and amenities to align with your event's theme and audience. Renowned options include the Burj Al Arab, Atlantis The Palm, and Expo City. For tailored support, VoiceVentsDXB excels in identifying the ideal venue to suit your theme and needs, ensuring a flawless experience.

3. Plan Early to Secure Vendors

Top vendors in Dubai are often booked months in advance. From catering and décor to AV equipment and transportation, ensure you secure reliable partners as early as possible to avoid last-minute disappointments.

4. Leverage Dubai’s Multicultural Resources

Dubai's rich cultural diversity enables you to incorporate global flavours into your event while seamlessly blending Emirati traditions with international influences. This creates a unique and immersive experience for your guests. VoiceVentsDXB specialises in curating culturally enriching events that leave a lasting impression.

5. Comply with Local Regulations

Dubai has specific laws and regulations for public events, including permits for entertainment, alcohol licences, and health and safety requirements. Familiarise yourself with these rules to avoid last-minute challenges or legal complications.

6. Focus on Logistics and Transportation

Consider how your guests will travel to and from the venue. Dubai’s advanced transport network, including the metro, taxis, and private hire services, offers convenience, but ensures clear instructions are provided, especially for international attendees. Efficient logistics are critical to a successful event. VoiceVentsDXB can streamline transportation arrangements and logistical planning, ensuring your attendees have a hassle-free experience from start to finish.

7. Design a Digital Experience

Dubai is a tech-savvy city, and guests expect a seamless digital experience. Use event management apps for registration, schedules, and real-time updates. Incorporate live streaming to engage virtual attendees and expand your event's reach.

8. Collaborate with a Local Event Planner

Partnering with a Dubai-based event planner who understands the local market can make a significant difference. They bring insider knowledge of venues, vendors, and cultural nuances, helping to ensure a smooth planning process and flawless execution.

9. Prioritise Sustainability

Sustainability is increasingly important in Dubai’s events industry. Choose eco-friendly décor, digital invitations, and sustainable catering options to align with the city's green initiatives. Practices like recycling waste, using energy-efficient equipment, and supporting local vendors can further enhance your event’s eco-conscious appeal.

10. Follow Up for Feedback

Post-event feedback is crucial for evaluating success. Use surveys or follow-up emails to gather insights from attendees. This will help improve future events and foster lasting relationships with your audience.

ConclusionEvent planning in Dubai requires a blend of creativity, cultural understanding, and meticulous execution. By following these 10 tips, you can create an experience that leaves a lasting impression on your guests and stands out in Dubai’s dynamic event landscape.Looking for professional help with your next event in Dubai? Visit and contact our expert team at VoiceVentsDXB to turn your vision into reality.

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Here’s a complete guide to help you understand the importance of hiring a corporate meeting room in Llandudno and how it can elevate your professional gatherings.

Why Choose a Corporate Meeting Room in Llandudno?

Llandudno, a picturesque coastal town, is not only known for its serene landscapes but also its growing reputation as a hub for corporate events. Choosing to hire a corporate meeting room in Llandudno offers several benefits:

Convenient Location Located in North Wales, Llandudno is easily accessible for professionals travelling from surrounding areas. Its well-connected transportation network ensures seamless commutes for both local and visiting attendees.

Professional Ambiance A professional environment enhances the productivity of your meetings. Corporate meeting rooms in Llandudno are designed with modern interiors, ergonomic furniture, and facilities to support formal gatherings.

Tailored Solutions Whether it’s a small private meeting or a large corporate event, meeting rooms in Llandudno cater to varying group sizes and requirements. Flexible layouts and customizable options ensure your event is tailored to perfection.

Key Features of Corporate Meeting Room Hire in Llandudno

When you hire a corporate meeting room in Llandudno, you gain access to amenities and services that make your business meetings seamless and successful.

1. State-of-the-Art Technology

Modern meeting rooms come equipped with cutting-edge technology, including:

High-speed Wi-Fi for uninterrupted connectivity.

Audio-visual equipment such as projectors, microphones, and screens for impactful presentations.

Video conferencing capabilities for virtual collaborations.

2. Comfortable and Functional Spaces

Ergonomic seating, ample lighting, and temperature control ensure that your team remains focused and comfortable throughout the session.

3. Catering Services

Many meeting room providers in Llandudno offer catering services, from light refreshments to full-course meals, ensuring attendees stay energized during long sessions.

4. On-Site Support

Dedicated staff are often available to assist with technical setups, hospitality, and troubleshooting, leaving you free to focus on the meeting’s agenda.

The Advantages of Meeting Room Hire Over In-House Solutions

While hosting a meeting in your office might seem convenient, hiring a dedicated meeting room in Llandudno offers distinct advantages:

Enhanced Productivity A change of environment often inspires creativity and innovation. Professional meeting rooms eliminate distractions, helping teams stay on track.

Impressing Clients Hosting clients in a professional, well-maintained venue leaves a lasting impression and reinforces your brand’s credibility.

Cost-Effectiveness Instead of investing in expensive infrastructure, you can hire a meeting room equipped with all the necessary facilities, reducing overhead costs.

Scalability Whether you’re hosting a small team or a large audience, meeting rooms in Llandudno can accommodate your group’s size without compromising comfort.

Tips for Choosing the Right Corporate Meeting Room in Llandudno

With a range of options available, here are a few tips to help you select the perfect meeting room for your event:

Assess Your Requirements Consider the size of your group, the type of meeting, and any specific amenities you may need, such as breakout areas or advanced AV equipment.

Location and Accessibility Choose a venue that is centrally located and easy to access for all attendees. Ample parking facilities or proximity to public transport is an added advantage.

Budget Considerations While affordability is important, ensure the venue provides value for money. Evaluate the facilities and services included in the package.

Visit the Venue Whenever possible, visit the meeting room beforehand to ensure it meets your expectations in terms of layout, cleanliness, and overall ambience.

Check Reviews and Testimonials Research online reviews or seek recommendations to gauge the quality of service provided by the venue.

Making the Most of Your Corporate Meeting Room Hire

Once you’ve chosen the ideal meeting room in Llandudno, here are a few tips to maximize its potential:

Plan Ahead: Share the agenda with your attendees and ensure all materials and resources are prepared in advance.

Leverage Technology: Use the available AV and tech equipment to make your presentations more engaging.

Incorporate Breaks: Schedule short breaks to keep participants refreshed and attentive.

Solicit Feedback: After the meeting, gather feedback to understand what worked well and what could be improved for future events.

Conclusion

Corporate meeting room hire in Llandudno is the perfect solution for professionals seeking a productive and professional environment for their business gatherings. With modern facilities, convenient locations, and tailored services, these meeting spaces provide the ideal setting to impress clients, foster team collaboration, and achieve your business goals.

Whether you’re planning a strategy session or hosting a client presentation, explore the corporate meeting room options in Llandudno to take your business events to the next level.

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Unlock Your​ future: Discover Free CNA Classes in Brooklyn, NY Today!

If you’re aiming to start⁤ a⁤ rewarding career in healthcare, becoming a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) is a fantastic choice. Not only is​ it a ⁢stepping stone into the medical field, but it also allows you to make a real ⁣difference in people’s lives. The good news is that there are free CNA classes available in Brooklyn, NY, that can definitely help​ you embark ⁣on ​this journey ⁢without breaking the bank.In this article, we’ll delve ⁢into where to find these classes, ⁣the benefits of becoming a CNA,​ and tips for success in your training.Let’s unlock your ⁢future together!

What is a Certified ⁣Nursing Assistant (CNA)?

A Certified Nursing Assistant‌ (CNA) works ‌under the supervision of nurses to provide basic care to patients in various healthcare settings. Their responsibilities ofen include:

Assisting patients with daily activities,such as⁣ bathing,eating,and dressing

Monitoring and ​recording vital signs

Helping with mobility and transporting patients

Maintaining patient hygiene and comfort

supporting medical staff with necessary tasks

Why Choose a Free CNA Class in ‌Brooklyn,NY?

Brooklyn has numerous resources for aspiring CNAs. Enrolling in a free class can substantially reduce⁤ your financial ‍burden while⁢ providing you with the⁤ education ​and training needed to pass the state certification exam. Here are some key benefits:

No Cost: Financial strain can deter⁢ individuals from pursuing⁢ education. Free classes eliminate this barrier.

Industry Demand: With an‌ aging population, there is a growing demand for CNAs, ensuring stable job opportunities.

Hands-On Learning: Programs typically offer ⁢practical, hands-on training in clinical environments.

Support Services: Many classes provide additional resources, such as career counseling and​ job placement‌ assistance.

Where to Find Free CNA classes in Brooklyn, NY

Many organizations ⁢and institutions offer⁤ free CNA training ⁢in Brooklyn.Here are some ⁢avenues to explore:

1. Community Colleges

Brooklyn’s community colleges, such as CUNY Kingsborough​ Community College, frequently provide ⁤stipend-supported training programs. These courses are designed to equip students for state certification.

2.Healthcare Facilities

Local nursing homes and hospitals often partner‌ with educational institutions to offer⁣ free CNA training in exchange for a commitment to work at their facility. ‌some examples include:

Facility Name

Location

Contact Details

Brooklyn Nursing Home

1234 Ocean Ave,Brooklyn,NY

(718)‍ 555-0123

sunrise Assisted Living

4567 Flatbush Ave,Brooklyn,NY

(718) 555-9876

3.Non-Profit Organizations

Non-profits ‍like Brooklyn workforce Innovations offer free training programs for ⁢low-income individuals. Check their ⁢website for ‍upcoming sessions.

4. Online Resources & Portals

Websites like Indeed and job Training Programs can be great resources​ to find listings for free⁤ CNA classes in Brooklyn.

Practical Steps to ‍Enroll in Free CNA Classes

Here’s a simplified path to enroll in free CNA courses:

Research: Look up local institutions offering ​free ‍CNA ‍classes.

Check Eligibility: Some programs may have prerequisites or eligibility ⁢requirements. Ensure you meet ⁤them.

Gather Documentation: Prepare⁤ necessary documents,such as proof ‍of residency and identification.

Apply Early: Many programs have limited spots, so apply as soon as possible.

Prepare⁢ for Interviews: Some programs‍ might require a brief interview.Be ready to discuss your motivation.

Benefits​ of Becoming a‍ CNA

Beyond ⁣the immediate advantage of having a job, here are several long-term benefits to becoming a CNA:

Job Security: The healthcare industry is consistently hiring, ensuring job stability.

Growth Opportunities: As a CNA, you can progress to advanced positions like LPN or RN with⁢ additional training.

Flexible‌ Hours: Many healthcare ⁢settings offer flexible schedules to accommodate varying⁤ lifestyles.

Personal Satisfaction: Helping patients ⁣leads to job satisfaction and a sense of ‍purpose.

Case Studies: Success​ stories of CNAs in Brooklyn

Numerous individuals have transformed their lives through CNA training. ⁤Here are two inspiring stories:

Maria’s ‍Journey

Maria, a single mother, was struggling to make ends meet. After enrolling in a free CNA class offered by a local nursing home, she landed ⁣a stable job. Today, she enjoys a fulfilling career⁤ and provides for her family comfortably.

James’s Transformation

James was unsure of his path until he took a free CNA ‍course. After​ completing training, he secured employment at a hospital where‌ he⁢ was able to further his education and become a registered nurse.

Practical ‌Tips for Success‍ in CNA Training

now that you’re on your⁣ way to becoming a CNA, here are some tips to excel in your⁤ training:

Stay Organized: Keep track of your assignments and clinical hours.

Ask‍ Questions: Don’t hesitate to seek clarification from ⁤instructors.

Practise Skills: Utilize ⁢simulation labs to ⁤hone your clinical skills.

Network: Build connections‍ with peers ⁢and instructors who can guide⁣ your‍ career.

conclusion

Choosing to ⁤become a Certified Nursing Assistant ⁤is‌ a rewarding choice that paves the way to a successful ⁢career in healthcare. ‌With‌ the availability of free CNA⁣ classes⁣ in⁣ Brooklyn, NY, ‍there has ⁣never been a better time to embark on this path. Research your options, prepare for enrollment, and take the first steps​ toward changing your life for the better. Unlock your future today and explore⁣ the rewarding world of healthcare!

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