Robin, the Brat Wonder

Rive offcom log: Tim and Yoite, comfort.

2009-11-01T19:36:03Z

Yoite: *provides blanket!hugs*

Tim: *can't really take the comfort from the dying guy some days.* -_-

Yoite: *sees he's overstepped his bounds, shrinks away*

Tim: *face twists in more guilt - great, Tim, way to go - and he ducks down as he pulls the blanket back around Yoite.*

Yoite: *slowly encircles him in the quilt too, silent, hoping the gesture will be enough*

Tim: *angry enough at himself to shove the guilt away and just burrow in, cinching Yoite close instead.*

Yoite: *settles in close*

Yoite: I'm sorry...

Tim: How many times I gotta tell you not to do that?

Yoite: I hurt you.

Tim: *tch* You hurt yourself.

Yoite: *quiet* So I did.

Tim: Yeah, well. *companionable nudge.*

Yoite: *eyes flutter lightly, sinking against his body*

Yoite: ...Tim.

Tim: Mm?

Yoite: ...it's okay, you know.

Tim: ... says you.

Yoite: Well, I am the one dying...

Tim: *sulky* So?

Yoite: *touches the back of his hands gently* It isn't your fault.

Yoite: You shouldn't feel badly.

Tim: Yeah, well, I say it is. And I do. *pokes at Yoite's palms.* So what now.

Yoite: How is it your fault?

Yoite: I was already like this when we met.

Tim: ... *looks away. I made it worse.* I didn't help.

Yoite: I was blind, and now I can see? I can taste now.

Yoite: I couldn't before.

Tim: ... *blink. Hadn't figured on that being his-- * You oughta say these things.

Tim: I woulda brought some shish kebab.

Yoite: There's time...

Yoite: You've -helped- me, Tim.

Yoite: In many ways, you've -saved- me.

Yoite: Saving doesn't always mean living.

Tim: ... *nestles in, eyes half-shut.* You wanna get some sleep?

Yoite: ... Sure. *he can tell that Tim's had enough of the conversation*

Tim: *pulls close. The backs of his knuckles rub down Yoite's back, in a move that's supposed to say stuff he doesn't have words for.*

Yoite: *coos lightly in understanding, curling his tall body into a ball*

Yoite: *whispers* Thank you.

Yoite: Thank you for saving me.

Tim: *tangles his fingers in Yoite's hair, kind of a slow ruffle.*

Yoite: *leans his brow against his*

Yoite: *voice barely audible* It's okay to let go...

Tim: *pulls tighter* No it ain't.

Tim: Get some sleep.

Yoite: *bundles warmly against him, wrapped in his own blanket to keep him from being bony to hold* love is... Watching someone die.

Yoite: *fast asleep in a moment, head tucked under his chin*

Tim: *whispered* No it ain't. *he'll take awhile longer to get there.*

Yoite: *breathing peacefully for once*

Rive offcom log, last week of Halloween: BittyBruce.

2009-11-01T13:01:18Z

Tim: *totally knocks on bitty-Bruce's door?* >.>

Bruce: ... Who is it?

Tim: *swallow* It's Stevie.

Bruce: *... slowly opens the door, just a crack. Looks around to make sure it's just Stevie. ... lets him in*

Stevie: *quick smile! Doesn't reach his eyes. Slips in and kicks the door shut easy.* Hey. *... this boy is half his age. Gonna need a sec to size him up. Or something.*

Bruce: Hello. *locks the door behind him before standing there awkwardly for a moment, as if trying to decide something, then extends his hand, like Alfred and his mom taught him to. Strong handshakes are important, but crushing ones are rude.*

Stevie: *um, okay. He can do that. Shakes* Um. So. *right, briefing, important info* There's five of us in this house, all okay guys. *Even if Miharu's kind of weird sometimes* You been talking over the journals?

Bruce: Yes. If that's what you call the book. Mine's in... I think it's the kitchen.

Stevie: *blink.* You wanna go get it? *flicks a glance at the locked door.* House's open.

Bruce: Well... I just... we were kidnapped, right? Or... abducted, I think? Doesn't that mean we're all in danger?

Stevie: Nope. *pause. Think. Elaborate.* It's a magic thing. So it's not like there's anyone behind it. *we think.* There's some bad guys around, but outside- and mostly at night. *tilts head* Kinda like any city.

Bruce: But... someone said that there was someone behind it. *frowning now. Brow furrowed. Someone was lying here.*

Stevie: *chews on his lip. Thinking face.* There's lots of different theories. *leans back against the wall, guard totally down around Bruce.* They used to think some god was doing it. But he died before I got here.

Bruce: ... A god? Who died?

Stevie: The god did. I mean, that's what I hear. I don't really get it. *and it bothers him to admit that*

Bruce: No, I meant... A God can die? Or... are we talking about like in mythology?

Stevie: Yeah. Um. I talked to some other gods - seriously, for real - and one of them thanked the lady who killed him. I never read that much about it? *except the required reading on Wonder Woman* So I dunno.

Bruce: ... So what are the other theories?

Tim: Magic? Other gods. And something about the multiverse. Listen, you wanna get some lunch?

Bruce: ... Multiverse? I thought that was only in comics. And... I'm... not really that hungry. *He hadn't been since his parents died. Having that looping in your head tended to kill your appetite, even with Alfred's famous waffles staring you down.*

Tim: *frank* I am. C'mon, I'll show you where they keep the peanut butter.

Bruce: Okay. *well, if the other boy's hungry, that's fine. It's not like he doesn't expect anyone else to eat, either. Besides. Even if he doesn't exactly know this boy very well, it's nice not to be alone*

Tim: *Cool. He can just slide the lock and lead the way then, totally giving the tour.* Yoite's room is down the hall - he's sick so he doesn't come out much. *eyes dip.* Usually that's where you see Miharu. *looking away hastily!* Giselle's usually downstairs.

Bruce: There sure are a lot of people that were brought here, weren't there?

Tim: Dozens. *chews his lip, amends* Prob'ly hundreds. *slides hand along the banister goin' down*

Bruce: *his eyes widen in surprise* Hundreds? And no one's figured out how to stop it?

Tim: *scowl!* We're workin' on it.

Bruce: *frowns, murmuring softly* Magic...

Tim: *mutters back* And notta sorcerer in sight. *kitchen! Sandwich time. Totally making two.*

Bruce: *plops himself in a seat* So... is that why things don't make sense here? Magic?

Tim: One reason. *oh hey that's your journal, tossing it back without looking*

Bruce: *catches it and sets it down on the table* ... There was someone who said he'd stop by. Jimmy. Is he safe?

Tim: *immediately his shoulders un-tense, and the smile's real.* Yeah. Heh. Actually he's my brother. *diggin' peanut butter out*

Bruce: Oh. It must be nice to have someone you know here.

Tim: ... Yeah. *makin' sandwiches the Alfred way* Helps a lot.

Bruce: *notices, but he always assumed EVERYONE made sandwiches the same way Alfred does, because it's the Alfred way, so it must be the right one.* This is an awful lot of people to be taken from Gotham. I never heard about any mass abductions on the news, though....

Tim: Yoite's from Japan. *totally. Efficiency is at eleven, sandwich is on the plate and in front of the kid.* So's Miharu, I guess. And I don't even know where Giselle grew up. *Candyland?*

Bruce: ... Oh. So. ... Magic. Right. *is beginning to get the feeling this will become a common answer to a lot of his questions*

Tim: *sigh.* There's some common factors. It's not totally random. Milk?

Bruce: ... Sure. Thanks. What kind of common factors?

Tim: *pours.* It's like... almost everybody's got some kinda story to tell. We almost never get a nobody.

Bruce: A nobody? *Alfred had told him that everyone had a story to tell. Well, in Gotham, at least, anyway.*

Tim: Somebody with no job, no history. *For him it's much more black n' white. There's the guys that make the papers, and those that don't.*

Bruce: Everyone has a history.

Tim: *tch* You'd think.

9 - Stevie and Schro, pre- monster invasion.

2009-06-22T14:39:32Z

Tim: *crouching on a little rocky bit of beach, staring at waves. It's quiet out here for such a nice day. >/*
Schro: *popping up behind you, silent as silent, and bapping you on the back of the head. Mostly out of spite.*
Tim: *Snarl. Whirls a knife-hand around to smack.*
Schro: *Catching that hand and narrowing his eyes at you...before giving you a big Cheshire Cat grin and letting go* Guten tag.
Tim: *twisting his hand away.* Yeah, so's your dad. *scowl scowl* What d'you want.
Schro: *raised eyebrow and a snort* Just checking in, I suppose.
Tim: *little eyeroll.* Anything to report?
Schro: *Shrug* Mein commander und most of her associates are gone. One died. Mien Commander took herself und another...somevhere else.
Tim: *blink.* *brief startlement, then a blanking expression. Turning again to sit with legs dangling off this rock, arm stretched back in not quite a beckon. But open space is here.* So... who's still in the unit?
Schro: The blonde girl who believes in gods und the little song bird I think. I didn't really know any of the others. *moving forward and squatting down, rocking a bit on the balls of his feet.*
Tim: Doesn't everyone believe in gods now? *heel propped up, watching the waves.*
Schro: *snorting* Not the vay she does.
Schro: That could vind up vith her being cursed... *pondering* I rather like that, I should introduce her to the little trickster god.
Tim: *half-shrug.* Yeah, like that couldn't backfire in your face. *staring off, getting distant.*
Schro: *wicked grin* Und so vhat if it does.
Tim: ... *tiny little smile.* Keep you from getting bored and all cocky, anyway. *gentle poke to a cat-ear.*
Schro: *indignant huff and ear twitch at the poke* I am not cocky.
Tim: *little huff of a laugh.* Yeah, yeah. Totally justified. *light pat. and then his hand drops.*
Schro: *humph and another ear twitch* Vhat are you doing out here moping?
Tim: *Looks back to the sea. Mocks you, mechanically* I am not moping.
Schro: * smirk* Oh no?
Tim: *tch* I'm thinking. *brooding*
Schro: About?
Tim: Nobody important. >/
Schro: Liar.
Tim: Because?
Schro: *head tilt* Vell that vould be a question for you vouldn't it?
Tim: *scowly heelkick* He wasn't important and he's not important. 'm just thinking.
Schro: *snort and standing* If he vasn't important, you vouldn't be out here brooding by yourself.
Tim: *curl, resting his chin on his knee and getting sulky.* Assumes I only brood 'bout important people. Don'cha think you're getting a little ego there?
Schro: *rolling shoulder shrug and a smirk* Justified.
Tim: *bleak* Cocky.
Schro: Confident. *looking back to the jungle and grinning* Or so I'll find out in any case.
Tim: *sudden sharp look, catching that direction.* Don't get-- what're you doing?
Schro: *a pause and another shrug* Exploring if you vill.
Tim: *a longer pause... and a different kind of tension.* Fine. *huff* Hope you find what you're lookin' for.
Schro: Hmm... Somehow I don't beleive I vill...
Tim: Y'never know.
Schro: I do...
Tim: Liar.
Schro: *looking back to Timmy with a sort of smile* Am I now.
Tim: *looking away* Y'never know what's gonna happen. You make your best guess and go, that's anybody.
Schro: *long pause* I'm not gonig to find vhat I'm looking for in there because I'm going in to get avay from it.
Tim: *soft snort* Good luck with that.
Schro: Danke.
Tim: Can't run away forever. That's life too. *stands himself- and punches Schro's shoulder, very lightly.*
Schro: Und vhat about an after-life? *Cheshire Cat girn again*
Tim: *shoulders slump a bit. But then that careless shrug again* What'd be the point?
Schro: There isn't one.
Tim: *... clues in* We're still not in Hell, Schro.
Schro: *grinning* Maybe I vill find out!
Tim: *Flat smile. No humor in it.* Lemme know.
Schro: *hand on the top of yer head* Vorried about me?
Tim: *tilts head a bit* You can always get away.
Schro: I can. *patting a bit*
Tim: *.... lifts his hand. To hit your arm, and lift yours.*
Schro: *resisting a bit*
Tim: *putting a little strength in, not a lot.* So?
Schro: *still resisting* So vhat?
Tim: *deflecting to the side.* So why aren't you.
Schro: I haff nothing to get away to.
Tim: *suddenly gripping his arm instead!* >|
Schro: *ear twitch is the only sort of wince you get* Vhat?
Tim: *Scowls. ... Slowly lessens his grip. (HE can't be a home, but)* We'll find a place.
Schro: *blink and sort of a smile* Vill ve?
Tim: *serious* Have to.
Schro: Not just going to let me go und destroy mein self in peace are you.
Tim: Nope.
Schro: Nnn. *long pause and then another pat on the head with his free hand* Soon. I haff... things to tend to first.
Tim: *clenches his teeth against a sudden swell of COMPLETELY misplaced memory. Nods. Voice a little thick as he turns.* Later.
Schro: *Pause and poking lightly on Tim's cheek* I'm coming back.
Tim: *Oh just go and let him relive farewell headpats past in peace* You better.
Schro: *taking a step back and rocking for a second on his heels, head tipped to the side.* Ja then. *and popping away to go kill lotsa things inna jungle.*
Tim: *Will be waiting for you. Even if he doesn't admit it.*
Schro: *will probably show up in a day or two covered in blood... >>*
Tim: *So long as it's not his and not somebody's? Will probably just throw a bucket of water on him.*
Schro: *Will not appreciate that. >/*
Tim: *Will snicker. Because it will be a new day.*
Tim: *Right now, just gonna be glum.*
Schro: *Well you be glum, he's cheering himself up by driving some of the more larger predators in Rive to extinction.*

Aftermath of the fight with Jan: Jilly n Timmy

2009-06-09T07:32:49Z

Robin's injuries: He has pretty impressive bruises with a possible fracture on his right arm and the steel gorget for his cape was punctured through, geez, so light puncture wounds on the same shoulder, base of the neck. Also his boot is chewed on.
So. Long-sleeved shirts. With high necklines. And he wouldn't mind not being around Schro for awhile. =|

Tim: Also, totally just gonna stop by Jilly's once he's all disinfected and bandaged and good. Because he and Kisa made apple pie.
Jilly: She will... be concerned. ;;
Tim: Yeah, like THAT'S new. /eyeroll
Tim: /bratgrin
Tim: /appeal to stay for dinner
Jilly: /appeal accepted duh
Jilly: /but playful swat to the head
Tim: /accepted likewise with just a little rock forward so's he doesn't have to bend his neck
Tim: /but the grin grows to cover that
Jilly: /swat turns to hair ruffles...
Tim: /grin turns to briefly content shut-eyed smile...
Jilly: /dawww... smile of her own
Tim: *okay that's enough, psssh, getting up. Should not need cuddles just 'cuz he had an active night.* So what do I help with. =T
Jilly: *pff, teenage boys.* Set the table for me?
Tim: *Teenage boys who can take out VAMPIRES.* I think I can handle that.
Jilly: *Teenage boys who can take out vampires are still :[ face about cuddling* Good, you know where everything is. *puttering about with the rest of dinner*
Tim: *well yeah, but they can still be content with domestics? =T*
Jilly: *Meh, good enough*
Tim: *hey, he works his butt off for 'good enough'* |D
Jilly: *And it gets him more hair ruffles when he's done!* :]
Tim: *bat, duck, slight wince, eyeroll to distract from.* Yeah yeah yeah.
Jilly: *saw that wince* So...You want to tell me what happened?
Tim: Not /really/, I mean I actually kind of like it when you /stop/ lookin' at me like that...
Jilly: *sheepish grin* Sorry. You know I used to be able to roll with the punches better than this... Guess I'm getting old.
Tim: *immediate little smirk* I hear that happens to some people.
Jilly: *bit of a grin* Mmm, every now and again. If you're smart you can avoid it.
Tim: Seems like it worked for you SO far.
Jilly: *bigger grin* Well I missed my childhood the first time around, who says I can't have it now?
Tim: Definitely not me! *steals a pinch of whatever's being prepped*
Jilly: *thwap with a spoon lightly on his arm* Good, becuase you're part of it.
Tim: *lucky that was the good arm* Can't get ridda me.
Jilly: *soft smile, she certainly hopes not* Help me make the salad.

Stevie and Schro: the catnip hangover

2009-04-16T23:05:02Z

Stevie: *insert teenage maniacal laughter here*
Schro: >l
Stevie: >3
Stevie: REVENGE IS SWEET.
Schro: >l
Schro: *bites*
Stevie: *punches* =|
Schro: *bites harder*
Stevie: *invests in catnip*
Schro: *growl*
Stevie: *absently pets*
Schro: *relaxes a little* -_-
Stevie: *... unexpected, wut.* I wish we coulda kept the beanies.
Schro: Ja. Those vere funny.
Stevie: I was gonna paint mine pink and sneak into Galatea's house.
Schro: *soft chuckle* I vould haff enjoyed that. She is not so receptive of sudden wistors, though.
Stevie: And you would know, huh? I could handle it.
Schro: Ja. I vould. Hnn, they aren't interested in killing you.
Stevie: *skritch skritchin ur ears* Yeah, her housemates might get annoyed if I bled on their floor.
Schro: *eyes closed curling up* Hnn
Stevie: . . . *muttering* Raw eggs...
Stevie: tomato juice... vodka... and some celery.
Schro: *moves a little* Vhat?
Stevie: Hangover cure.
Schro: *blink, blink* ...Oh!
Stevie: No idea if it would work, though. And I dunno the rules here about getting the vodka. ... Could ask Mr. Olsen.
Schro: Have to remember that.
Stevie: Not. Too much vodka. *looking away lightly* Or else you throw up.
Schro: Personal experience *smirkity smirk*
Stevie: Not the way you're thinking. *scritch scritch distractin u*
Schro: Nein? *eyes closed -_- This one may live*
Stevie: Some of us learn by observation, kittycat. *pettins for you*
Schro: *mebbe starting to sprawl out a bit* Hn, that can be vise.
Stevie: *well this is obvs makin' u less miserable, so it can keep up while we chat.* If you plan on surviving.
Schro: *kitty appreciates* Not particularly, nein.
Stevie: Mm. Gotta have something worth doing.
Schro: Here, maybe.
Stevie: Here is good. It's alright here.
Schro: Ja.

6: Monologue curse, Stevie and Jilly. Later, plus Dick.

2009-04-06T05:27:30Z

Tim: *Tim scrambled out the basement window when he heard Giselle singing, and made a muttering moody beeline straight to Jilly's.* Dick'll still be back there, good, can't deal with any more a' that, he'll figure it out next time he drops off food or fakes some other excuse to ask /are you okay/ another six times...
Jilly: *Jilly's where she usually is, propped up on a stool and working away at a painting of the outskirts of the jungle. Still in it's early stages, but she's already covered in paint.*
Tim: ... haha. She looks like a paintcan exploded. Um. And she can totally hear me, smooth. Jilly?
Jilly: *looks up and grins* I get that a lot. Hey Stevie.
Tim: Jeez, that's almost getting normal to hear, that can't be good. Hi. I need a place- you said you had someplace quiet where I could just- I can't really stop talking and it really sucks, there isn't time 'cause I can't stop stuff from coming out. D|
Jilly: Sure thing. *puts her brush into the nearby jar of dingy water and grabs her crutches. She's gotten pretty good at using them and like everything that is in Jilly's constant use for any period of time it's covered in splotches of paint* It's in the back, next to my room. *a smile* I was going to use it as a studio, but you're welcome to it.
Tim: Oh jeez thankgod /thank you/ I really can't be outsi- I'm gonna-- do you need help? You don't gotta get up I'll just find it I mean I'm probably enough trouble already-- *moving forward, can be support!*
Tim: Oh hey you found paintbrushes I wondered about-- geez I'll just find it or something I can climb in a window if the door's locked I promise I won't mess anything up and I didn't mean to take up your studio and
Jilly: Stevie.
Tim: Uh. that's me. Yeah?
Jilly: *a firm hand on his shoulder* You aren't any trouble, you aren't taking up my studio, I need to get some food in me and clean that room out a bit anyway and I want you to be here. *a smile* We street kids watch out for our own, remember?
Tim: ... *relief* Right!! Yeah. Yeah thanks geez it's been awhile since I could count on somethin' like this and wait does that mean you're gonna be around the room cleaning and well maybe I can do something in the kitchen? Food.
Jilly: *Ahhh, right. He needs space. She let's go of his shoulder, but reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately.* Good plan. I can toss together the bed for you if you're planning on staying the night and you can russle us up some food. *and is turning to move away to the room, totally not giving him a chance to argue*
Tim: *headtilt* I gotta stop getting used to that it's never gonna last and-- right. Food. Yeah I can do sandwiches or something, wait Dick lives here, there's probably all sorts of lunch you can make without setting stuff on fire *off to make lunch!*
Jilly: *ttiiiiime skip! Jilly shoving the last canvas out of the room and remembering to close the window that she had opened to air out the room a bit. It's small and sparse, with a cot in the corner that has fresh blankets and a pillow.*
Tim: *poking head in!* Looks done. Jilly? I made sandwiches and they're totally not as good as Alfred's but they're food and. aw man there's a bed. Thanks, seriously, thanks, if I'm not careful I'm gonna wanna stay here and then I'll just be all sorts of-- yeah you said I wasn't any trouble but wait for the second week- not like I'm actually staying long anyway.
Jilly: *smiling* Thanks, Stevie. *a pause and then seriously* If you need a place, the door's always open, you know.
Tim: *a startled pause* Don't SAY that, I'll USE it, and then I'll use it up.
Tim: *snapping mouth shut, retreating* This really sucks I didn't want to say that.
Jilly: *quietly* I know. *She really wants to say more, but isn't sure if anything she says will help him at all the way he is right now. So a gentle smile and askes a question she's pretty sure she knows the answer to.* Would you like to eat with me?
Tim: I- No. Sorry. I really can't I'll just be stupid and-- you're safer than anybody but that's bad too. It's not like I don't- I can't let you think any worse of me. Crap. I have to stop it's getting worse again 'cause it's hard to calm down when I do this, crap, calm down.
Jilly: *Yeah she kinda figured, but she hates seeing him like this. Acting on impules, she pulls him into a tight hug and speaks firmly.* Listen to me, okay? I don't think badly of you. You're a wonderful kid. I understand. There are secrets everyone has that they don't want others to know about. It's hard right now, but I swear, it's going to be all right.
Tim: ohgeez what's going-- *hugged! muffled* no'm not. s'just good cover. I-- /thanks,/ Jilly, I really gotta go now. *squirming out of it* Thanks. Really. Geez, thank you, this's way more than I- I dunno. I'll be fine. When it's done. Thanks.
Jilly: *Lets him go and smiles.* No problem. I'll be around if you need anything, yeah? Try to get some sleep tonight.
Tim: Yeah, I can ask, I will, might raid the pantry, that'd work better if you didn't announce it, Dick said the same thing. I can sleep. Be fine. *retreating into the Studio of Solitude, more relaxed than he was.*

Tim: *well, Studio of Solitude with a cot and a muttering boy, relaxing against the wall and just sorta waiting this out.*
Tim: *occasionally hoping out loud that hey, he's being quiet enough that you can't hear him through the walls.*
Jilly: *at the easel again, and yes still covered in paint. Giving Tim his space*
Dick: *...we have a Studio of Solitude? o.0 I thought it was a cupboard, you know, where we kept all of the stuff that's now around the house. wut. happened?*
Tim: *obviously you have a Studio of Solitude NOW* oh great, Dick's back, just keep it quiet, Jilly can-- something, you can count on her. =|
Jilly: *Yes you can. Looking up from the painting and reaching for the crutches to intercept Dick. Flailing one leg lady, what's not distracting about that?* Hey, welcome home.
Dick: Hey, Jilly *no really. what happened? You're one little woman. where did all this come from?* T-Stevie hasn't been by, has he?
Tim: Well they're just gonna be domestic I guess s'nothing to do with me, not like I oughta- totally listening in anyway, yeah *ear to his door, wut, whispering to himself*
Jilly: *reeeally no point in lying but standing in between Dick and the way to the... *Ahem* Studio of Solitude.* He has. I'm putting him up for the night in that spare room next to mine. *bit of a smile* Give him a quiet place to ride out this new curse, you know?
Dick: *he had one. in the basement of- oh w/e he's here... and it is quieter than the alternative. but just to check* Stevie? *almost skeptically waiting for an answer, glancing between Jilly and the Fortress (upgrades) of Solitude*
Tim: *against the door, flat* What. *and down to quiet* god that's so much weirder coming from him even if he doesn't know where it's from.
Jilly: *Not saying anything, but not moving either. Bit of a smile and a shrug. See?*
Dick: *all suspicion gone. you're both off the hook. congratulations. have a relieved smile.* I'll tell Clark to call off the dogs. *Jilly have a bat plush as a canvas mascot*
Tim: *muttermutter* What, is that all he wanted. Looking for me? I can deal with this for another half a day without people worrying or something *moving back into the room*
Jilly: *taking the plushy and grinning* Cute. *back to the stool, crisis averted* I guess things are getting pretty noisy over at Clark's place, huh?
Dick: Guess so. *yep, you could almost call it socialising. the horror. unspoken 'poor kid' face. sorry, Timmy, he's comin' to check up on you...and he's knocking for some reason.*
Tim: *facepalm* WHAT. Are you kidding me, didn't we do this one already, I'm here, what more does he want.
Jilly: *facepalm of her own, so much for giving Tim his space, and scrambling back up because she's really not sure how this is going to go, but she's a den mother and it's habit by now* Just give him some space for right now, Dick. He's having a rough day.
Dick: Nice to see you too, lil Bro. *okay. slight pout over both of you :/ the Hell? he's just sayin' h- oh for- fine. sighs.* Yeah, you're right. *and back to Tim* me casa es su casa. Help yourself, okay?
Tim: Well great, now I just feel bad-- "lil Bro!?" *little smile* GEEZ, enough already, both of 'em are just trying to get me comfortable, that's never gonna turn out well. Haha.
Jilly: *Relaxing because Tim's laughing and that's better than he was doing when he first go here. Smiling at Dick and this is completely for Tim's benifit* You shouldn't pout so much.
Tim: Is he pouting. *not bothering to mutter* I BET he's pouting. *calling* Go pout at Jilly, Dick, and go do it somewhere else so I don't get any on me. *and quiet* gimme a chance to catch a nap or read a book or something.
Dick: ... *srsly, don't encourage that.* I'm not pouting *by which i mean he totally is*
Tim: *laughing at you.* |D SAY, you wanna help, gimme a book or something in here! And cake. I would totally forgive you for cake.
Jilly: *Grinning and making no apologies, just happy to hear Tim sounding more like Tim* Do we have any cake? I can do something about getting you a book though.
Dick: *no, we do not have cake. we eat enough pizza as it is. ...and thinking like this clearly means that they should go have cake. and quick.* Any requests? *in no way begrudging u and ur metabolism. pft*
Tim: Hahaha! Don't say THAT, wonder what else I can get outta this, chocolate's not gonna be as good as Alfred's BUT yeah, chocolate, thaaanks, too bad we don't have any video games.
Jilly: *And now she's laughing* Sorry, haven't got the arcade wired up yet. *looking over her shoulder at the door* Would you like to pick your own book or do you trust my judgement? *leaving that option wide open*

[11:11] linadarkstar: Tim ttly made extra sandwiches at Jilly's for you =|b he was just killing time anyway
[11:11] boojums snark: <3 then Tim get the biggest slice of chocolate cake evah
[11:12] linadarkstar: =) he will ttly unintentionally inform Dick that he thought he was kidding
[11:13] boojums snark: no. the cake is not a lie D:
[11:14] linadarkstar: That's cool. Am I gonna have to stop askin' for things to get you to stop spoiling me? Don't answer that. =T
[11:15] linadarkstar: *om nom nom yay cake*
[11:16] boojums snark: *laugh* fair enough *enjoys healthy sammich made by tim with Love*
[11:19] linadarkstar: Sometimes it's cool we don't answer things or don't ask about things. We get it. Kinda wish I'd had the guts to ask about Babs though. coulda used some warning on that. =\ *omnomnom*
[11:21] boojums snark: Ah. Yeah. *awkward~ neck rub* I guess I should have told you about that, huh?
[11:22] linadarkstar: *shrug!* I didn' ask. Maybe you didn' even know I didn't know. I dunno what all's different only I patrol with her a lot back home, it was kindova shock. *pause. abrupt.*I miss her.
[11:24] boojums snark: *smiles and have a slow ruffle. more of a hand on your head hug thing* Yeah.
[11:28] linadarkstar: I mean it, I miss her kind of a lot. I mean Bruce is here and I guess she's kind of here but it's not Batgirl, I kind of count on her more than I should-- and /that's/ not Cass and it's all messed up.
[11:31] boojums snark: *sympathetic smile. he doesn't have a partner as such, but he can relate. he misses patrolling with TimTim and...Batman* Pretty much, yeah. We're not a bad bunch, though.
[11:31] linadarkstar: *little sigh.* I know. It just seems like you're the only one who's normal. Only you like me too much.
[11:32] linadarkstar: ... *reddening* 'mgonna go back into the studio. it's almost over anyway.
[11:34] boojums snark: *small smirk* Alright. Let me know if you grow a tail or something, okay?
[11:37] linadarkstar: Why- oh /gawd/ it's not even over, is it, I hope I'm not up next, 'm too tired for more of this. Okay let's think about it, how many people got two in a row instead of having breaks between 'em before, there were a lot of... *shutting the door behind him*
[11:39] boojums snark: *chuckling to himself and for the record, he likes Tim just the right amount. he'll just have to drill that into the kid*
[11:39] linadarkstar: *weirdo.*

Five: Tim and Dick, during the inner monologue curse.

2009-04-05T07:26:22Z

Tim:

Tim. Running home. Top speed.

Dick:

Dick'll be at the door with catchers mitts.

Tim:

oh very funny Dick maybe I just oughta skip it and go right past *muttermutter dodging you, slower pace in the house*

Tim:

not like I have a ROOM here anymore just gonna be on the roof or something no wait people can see dammit there's gotta be someplace

Dick:

Tim. *follows.* Tim. *lil louder* Tim *and catches by the wrist* Calm down. Look, if it's too crowded here, you can come stay with me and Jilly. She already knows about me so- she's probably already done the math, alright?

Tim:

leggo leggo like it'd be any better in front of you-- *twisting twisting* I'll deal with it, I'll find a place, s'fine, jus'-- leggo!

Dick:

*releases, keeping the mental ow from his face because that wouldn't exactly be very helpful to Tim* Basement?

Tim:

... he probably gets it right it wasn't like I meant- I just can't deal with- he oughta know- there's too much with him and Babs and Cass and-- Yeah.

Tim:

*turning running!!* D|

Dick:

*let's him go, sympathetically watching his retreating back* Lemme know if you need anything!

Tim:

*just gonna be curled up in the basement muttering.* >_<

Dick:

*Sometime later! Wafts the ever-so tempting pizza smell down the flight of stairs* Figured you might be hungry.

Tim:

oh man that smells good almost like home on the really good nights aw hell Thaanks. *strained.*

Dick:

Don't worry, I won't ask you how you're holding up. *half-smirk and props the pizza box down beside him*

Tim:

too late you might as well have this sucks and why's he gotta care anyway it just makes it *loudly* Appreciate it, Dick.

Dick:

*chuckles* Oh boy. There's gonna be a lot of questions tonight. I guess I'll leave you to it, huh?

Tim:

it's not funny just go away there's already lots of questions I probably screwed it up on the journal already Schro will figure it out Yeah. just. yeah. if I don't find my journal I'll borrow somebody's, gotta see what I gave away and how I can salvage it

Dick:

You didn't screw anything up. And even if you had it's not like anyone would blame you. So don't worry about any of that, okay? And for the record? Schro knows how to keep his mouth shut.

Tim:

*curling up, hands over his ears* I always screw something up-- can't trust Schro even if you do-- don't know who ELSE is out there-- don't worry's easy for you to say -- okay deep breaths, calming down, could be worse, right?

Tim:

just cover your ears, everything he says you react to, it's always something new and you just gotta redirect, calm down, you can control this, it's just your own stupid mind.

Dick:

*very, very hard for him not to want to reach out and reassure him somehow, a hug, a touch, something, but knows this isn't his Tim and he knows he sometimes crosses the line with this one. it's just. hard. to watch.* Tim. Tim *puts his hands over yours and lifts at least one of them from cupping your ear* Eat. Then try and get some sleep.

Tim:

oh god he cares he needs to stop that I'll end up liking him better than the one I already know *pulling away!* like I need another Alfred to make sure I get my vegetables I just need to be- okay I don't want to be alone but it's no good I can't pull it together if I keep telling him things-- have to calm down. *hissed breath, getting angry.* This sucks and it's bullshit and I can deal with it. On my own.

Tim:

Go away, Dick.

Dick:

*the knee-jerk reaction is the answer. tell him he's not trying to replace anyone and that tim can't afford to think that way. that he doesn't think that way, that this is just his mind rambling. it doesn't mean anything. but. this was painful enough for the kid. he didn't need any more aggro. so he stands, taking with him a slice of pizza.* no hard feelings kay, buddy? *and leaves*

Tim:

*looong siiiigh, and maybe, faintly, as he leaves, Dick can hear* okay. Okay. ... Oh hey. Pizza.

Dick:

*aaand just like those night-terrors of Tim's he witnessed, it'll never be mentioned. ever*

Tim:

*... it would be the worst thing ever if he had a nightmare like this.*

Dick:

*oh shi- ttly guards the door from ANYONE going down there while Tim's sleepin'*

Tim:

*ttly would appreciate it so hard if he knew.*

Dick:

*pft. anytime, bro, anytime*

bratwonder @ 2009-04-02T00:32:00

2009-04-01T13:32:24Z

Stevie: Jilly totally gets a knock on her door in the next five minutes ._.
Jilly: And Tim totally gets a hug in the following three X3
Stevie: *patting her arm or something, ttly just putting up with it, really* I guess this means you're okay again, right...?
Jilly: *yeah right, but she keeps hugging him anyway* Yeah, Stevie, I'm okay.
Jilly: *pulls back for a hair ruffle* You really helped me out a lot the last two days. Thank you.
Stevie: *leans into it just a little* No problem. Just lookin' out for each other, right?
Jilly: *smiling and screw it, 'nother hug for you* Right. Completely right. *after a pause* Sorry if I scared you back then. I was... something short of a nightmare when I was your age.
Stevie: *oof* =) You weren't that bad.
Stevie: I mean. =/ *suddenly realizing how that sounds* I wasn't scared OF you.
Jilly: *grinning* Well, you're braver than me.
Stevie: *pfff, little smile* I dunno about that.
Stevie: Maybe I just grew up with scarier guys on my side.
Jilly: Maybe. I could have used a few of those once or twice.
Stevie: Sounds like it. *settling in* But hey, now y'know what I meant by right-guy-right-time.
Jilly: Oh yeah. Although I can't say I was too pleased about my first experience. *could've done without the withdrawal symptoms*
Stevie: *little not-quite-embarassed look away* It coulda had better timing.
Jilly: You make do with what you can. *resting her chin on the top of his head* That's just the way it goes sometimes.
Stevie: Don't I know it. *really? Well, okay, but this is a special occasion.*
Stevie: ... He saved my life.
Jilly: *she won't tell Bruce or Dick there was snuggling.* Yeah? How'd it happen?
Stevie: *good* m'dad skipped town.
Stevie: *It's easier - relatively - to just deliver it all, flat and true.* Left me to face up his old bosses. Gonna shoot me and drop me in the river.
Jilly: *arms tighten around him protectively. Mommy reflex* And then he showed up?
Stevie: *leaning on her, just a bit* Yup. I got away in the crossfire.
Jilly: *she's got ya, kiddo.* How did you end up with him?
Stevie: *oh snap uh* Who, Clark?
Jilly: *just going with it* Yeah.
Stevie: *slight pause! little handwave* That was a little later, I mean, it took 'em awhile to ID the-- when-- when they found m'dad in Metropolis Harbor.
Jilly: *Well damn, kid* Can't say I have experience with that... *not precisely true, but not the time for that story either*
Stevie: *little shrug* We all got different stories.
Jilly: *small smile, because you don't know the half of it* That's very true.
Jilly: *And since fair's fair* I'll have to tell you a few of mine sometime... Although I don't know how they'll stand up against the Batman.
Stevie: *little grin* Hey, s'only fair.
Stevie: 'Sides, nothing stands up against the Batman.
Jilly: *bit of a laugh* True. I can't say I've ever met anyone quite like Batman and Robin before I came here.
Stevie: *grin widening* There isn't anybody like 'em anywhere.
Jilly: Having finally met them face to face, I would say that is very true... Would you beleive me if I said I've never even seen a superhero before coming to Rivelata?
Stevie: ... It is kinda hard to imagine.
Stevie: I dunno what Crime Alley woulda been like without th' two of them around.
Jilly: We have the police and there aren't many people like the Joker running around the streets of Newford.
Jilly: Still *thinking back now* I wonder what the Lower side would be like if we did have people like Batman...
Stevie: *shrug* Not much use for the what-ifs. I mean, my dad's boss... guy named Two-Face.
Stevie: One of those 'people like the Joker'.
Stevie: I dunno, maybe if the cops were clean around Crime Alley it'd have been different too.
Jilly: *bit of a smile* Hey now what-ifs are my favorite game. But... It mostly had to do with luck for us... Since we didn't have people like Batman and there were cops who weren't clean, we watched out for our own.
Stevie: *nod* Luck. Batman coulda been on a different patrol that night.
Jilly: *Not thinking about that thanks.* That's half of what making it on the streets is about right? I guess that's universal.
Stevie: Sounds like it. Always been something I got in spades.
Jilly: And thank goodness for that!
Stevie: Hey, and what about you? =)
Jilly: What about me?
Stevie: You said you couldn't see it. Butcha got out anyway. So.
Stevie: Congrats. =D
Jilly: *Oh. Okay wow that stops her for a minute and she's just gonna hug him now so he can't see her face although her voice might give her away a bit* Thank you, Stevie.
Stevie: *hugging back! Finally. Because this is for her.* Yeah. No prob.

bratwonder @ 2009-03-15T21:34:00

2009-03-15T12:34:37Z

Tim

(note: have Tim tease Bruce re: Barb)

Dick

(lol yes. that'd be fun. and tim needs to met giselle! and sing with her)

Tim

Tim. Doesn't sing. =|

Dick

he will when he meets giselle <3

Dick

maaaagic XDDD

Tim

Tim: *backs away slowly*

Dick

hey. if she can make bruce sing. she can make tim sing.

Tim

=| Tim isn't into her.

Dick

dick should be. she is a redhead.

Tim

Tim: and she is into Bruce. 8D

Tim

Or maybe that was a one-time thing. *INNOCENT WHISTLE*

Dick

Dick: Poison Ivy? Tim we've all been there.

Tim

Catwoman. And speak for yourself.

Dick

Catwoman doesn't have red hair. And I do, thankyouverymuch

Tim

Was more talking about the you stealing Bruce's girl bit =' But this is clearly one of those times when the injokes don't carry.

Dick

Me? Steal Catwoman? *& LAUGH* she did try to make him jealous a couple of times. Not that I'm complaining.

Tim

'course not. Did it work?

Dick

*shrugs* I never told him.

Dick

Not that that seems to stop him from finding these things out.

Tim

Yeah, what else is new. =T

Dick

So, who is the girl I allegedly stole from Batman. I hope she was worth it.

Tim

Nawww, like you said, she was just trying to make him jealous. And you were probably just paying him back for Babs anyway. ;D

Dick

*laughs. wait. what?* What did he do to Barbara?

Tim

Nothing! (o_O) Who among us can actually do something to Barbara.

Dick

...Good point.

Dick

So why would I want to pay Batman back for her?

Tim

. . . *siiiidelong look* Nevermind. Y'know, I never did hear what she was doing in your time.

Dick

No no no. You're not pullin' that one. What happened?

Tim

Something that obviously didn't happen for you. Why'd you ditch the R?

Dick

*flat look* quit it. Tell me.

Tim

I am!

Tim

Seriously. Why'd YOU ditch the R?

Dick

*eyebrow ARCH* what has THAT got to do with Barbara?

Tim

*eyebrows UP* What DIDN'T it have to do with-- okay. We are getting into serious weird territory here.

Dick

You could just TELL me and all the weirdness would go away.

Tim

Nooooooooo, I think it would get worse.

Dick

...Maybe I should just ask Batman.

Tim

=] Good luck with that, Dick.

Dick

*Grr* Come on, Tim, I'd tell you *yes, he's getting whiny, no he doesn't care*

Tim

=|a *thinking about this, srsly* Nooooooo

Tim

I don't think you would...

Tim

well, maybe. Not like it'd come up.

Dick

Oh for- it's not like your Dick and I are the same.

Tim

Exactly!

Dick

Exactly! So why can't I know?

Tim

Why would you want to know? It's not about you.

Dick

But it's about Batman. Okay, so he's not MY Batman, but I know him. ...unless it's personal.

Tim

*eyeroll* When is it ever not personal.

Dick

Oh. But it had something to do with Batman firing me?

Tim

................... You- he- Nightwing-- Robin.... left.

Tim

'Cause of... (o_O) 'cause of stuff. With all three of 'em.

Dick

Stuff? *and up the eyebrow goes again* Did Babs get hurt on a job?

Tim

Not that I know of. *neckscratch* That was the fight I saw from a distance, and y- Robin saved her okay.

Dick

So, what happened?

Tim

*complicated handwave*

Tim

She almost got killed, he saved her, he quit, there was a lot of yelling? Was my basic gist. I learned later that was the night everybody got demasked, and I guess yo- he hadn't known she was Babs... I dunno.

Dick

Oh. Oh. And of course Batman knew all about her. He wouldn't work with her otherwise. Am I right?

Tim

Yeahhhhhh.

Dick

Well, yeah, I'd be pissed, too.

Tim

*nothing but sympathy on this face, bro*

Tim

Big night. =T

Tim

Somebody dropped a Batarang. |D

Dick

*back to just upping an eyebrow* And guess who picked it up, huh?

Tim

*shrug!* I wanted the practice.

Dick

You could still use the practice *teasing &ruffle!*

Tim

*grinning! light elbow* Hey, some of us didn't get to start THAT early.

Tim

... I'd been watching Batman n' Robin for awhile... and then after that it was always Batman and Batgirl. No Robin. Ever. =T

Dick

Well. That happened in my world, too. I went away for a year.

Tim

*nod nod*

Dick

*head-lock*

Tim

!! *grip struggle rr* Heyy! *kick kick*

Dick

*chuckles and releases* so how did you get to be Robin? We already know you're a stalker, and that's the same in my world.

Tim

*eyeroll* Do we have to.

Dick

Why not? I love it when you go all Fan-Boy on me, Robin. *grinning*

Tim

*little sigh* I stole the suit to get back at Two-Face. He let me keep it. ._.

Dick

Well. That's consistent, at least.

Tim

Oh yeah? *skeptic.*

Dick

Yeah. Two-Face had collapsed a building on me and Batman, if it weren't for you... well. You get where I'm going with this.

Tim

*considers* Batman n' Batgirl. And he just had a tommy gun.

Dick

*chuckles and moar hair ruffles!* if it weren't for you, I don't think Bruce and I would ever have gotten over our differences.

Tim

*paaaaaaaauuuse. little curved smile. This is also the same.*

Tim

I didn' do that much. *smiling at the floor, yes.* Just kicked you over there after we met a couple times.

Dick

*that's different, but w/e* Whatever you did, it worked.

Tim

Eh. *shrug* I was prob'ly just lucky, y'know? Even the costume thing, I just had to keep ol' Puke-Face from recognizing me.

Tim

S'not like I planned it.

Dick

*head cocked* Why would he recognize you?

Tim

. . . *pregnant pause* 'Cause he'd been this close to shooting me like three hours before that.

Dick

As Tim Drake? You do get around.

Tim

Not... really. ._. *deep breath*

Tim

He brought the heat 'cause my old man skipped town, left me with the one thing the big guy needed to blow up the city, hoped that'd distract Two-Face long enough so HE could get away. *passing right over that, thanks* I got caught, they got the key, I was 'bout this close to buying it when the Bat showed up. Luck.

Dick

*wow DEEPLY different. soft look, but NOT overbearing with sympathy* Sure. You can look at that as being luck or maybe Batman was supposed to find you that night.

Tim

*oh, that's good. Little relieved, couldn't really deal with a lot of sympathy from you of all people.* Plenty a' people get tossed off that dock with cement shoes. I dunno. Least I wasn't useless when he did.

Dick

He...did? *chuckles* You saved Batman.

Tim

-- when he found me. *clarifying*

Tim

But I did help out. *little smile* In payback.

Dick

It's what partners do, or so I hear.

Tim

*jerky shrug!* At the time I was just makin' it up as I went.

Dick

That's all we ever do.

Tim

*alright, you get a grin* Careful. You'll ruin the mystique.

Dick

Right, right. Wouldn't want that.

Dick

You know, Tim, this might just be the beginning of a very ... bizarre friendship.

Tim

*idle earscratch* What, we were just starting?

Dick

*laughs and nudges* you know what I mean.

Tim

*grin, nudgeback*

bratwonder @ 2009-03-15T21:26:00

2009-03-15T12:28:30Z

05:25:07 Dick: *That's right. sharing the abuse.*

05:25:47 Tim: *Tim would just like to shut his eyes and cover his ears and curl up on your couch now, Dick*

05:26:47 Dick: and adopt the fetal position? *bat-slaps* get up man.

05:28:18 Tim: *promptly punches back*

05:29:07 Dick: *and it starts. AGAIN. pizza box-no-jutsu*

05:29:33 Bruce: <I>Boys.</i>

05:30:11 Tim: *was in the middle of a launched kick to Dick's chest, sorry, can't stop momentum midair!!*

05:31:30 Tim: *is, however, completely distracted midair by the Batvoice, whoops*

05:31:39 Dick: *catches and KAPOW tim meet coffee table* whoops

05:32:45 Bruce: You two are lucky Alfred isn't here.

05:34:23 Tim: *OW tumble tumbleroll finding his feet* Why? There'd be cake.

05:34:59 Bruce: After that little show? There would be no cake, and there would be extra chores before patrol.

05:35:16 Tim: Well yeah, but there'd be cake SOMEtime.

05:35:23 Dick: There'd be cake when we got back.

05:35:42 Tim: *high-fiving Dick*

05:35:55 Dick: *hearing that*

05:42:18 Dick: He's silent because he wants cake, too. Secretly.

05:42:49 Tim: Doesn't everybody?

05:43:18 Bruce: ....

05:43:20 Dick: Not from our kitchen you don't

05:43:27 Bruce: As long as it isn't chocolate.

05:44:11 Dick: Batman doesn't like Chocolate.

05:45:09 Tim: Hey, more for the rest of us. So what's Batman's patrol-cake of choice? *idly perching on the sofaback, what* And more important, what's wrong with the cake from this kitchen?

05:45:39 Tim: Unless you're talkin' about the chef. *impudent grin at the big guy*

05:45:48 Dick: You wanna field that one, Bruce? *grin. oh he is*

05:48:42 Bruce: Coffee cake.

05:51:29 Tim: Of course. *upside-down eyeroll, since he's handstanding for the hell of it now* Keep that in mind for your birthday.

05:52:41 Dick: *oh to be 100 lbs and not topple the sofa over once again. Pillow throw*

05:53:47 Tim: *kicking it away! ... At Bruce. Oop?*

05:55:01 Bruce: *blocks*

05:55:29 Tim: *well of course he did* |D;;

05:55:40 Dick: *figures. laughs*

05:56:32 Bruce: *glares*

05:57:45 Dick: *haha not 12 anymore. laughs STILL*

05:57:51 Tim: *tones down the smile, but gives Bruce a wide-eyed upside down look.*

06:00:15 Bruce: *bat!facepalm*

06:01:09 Tim: *back to unconcerned! Clearly he doesn't need to apolgize then, just gonna handwalk the couch length* so do we HAVE someplace to train, or what?

06:05:31 Bruce: The basements have been cleared out for sparring. Acrobatics, by and large....

06:05:51 Bruce: It's difficult to find someplace secret to practice those that's open enough, but I have a place that may suffice.

06:06:25 Dick: Yeah, it's fine if you're *thumbs in tim's direction* his height.

06:06:46 Tim: *lalala handspring to the chair back, slight wobble on the landing and perch!* You just need to be more creative.

06:07:26 Dick: *eyebrow arch. u did not just submit a silent challenge*

06:07:56 Tim: *upside-down grin says indoors is a great playground, whatta you talkin' bout*

06:11:55 Dick: *lips twitch and eyes everywhere BUT bruce. Later. you and me. we'll see how it is*

06:13:42 Tim: *idly doing handstand pushups and totally NOT grinning wildly at the air, wheeee this is like a sleepover*

06:15:31 Dick: *WTF the kid is on CRACK. first a singing bruce now a giddy Tim. what kind of fuzzy place was their Gotham* Does he have to do that ALL the time?

06:16:34 Bruce: ... If you keep this up, I'll try to make bacon and eggs for breakfast tomorrow.

06:16:53 Bruce: *yes, that is a THREAT and I don't care if it's child abuse*

06:18:28 Tim: Hey, YOU'LL have to scrape off the ceiling after. |D *calling Batman's bluff is reckless, he knows*

06:19:45 Tim: *buuuuut tumbling easily to flop into the chair.* And what's wrong with doing it all the time!? YOU do it. *chin up to Dick*

06:21:13 Bruce: Actually, no, as Dick will. And you'll be cleaning the burns on the stove.

06:21:37 Dick: What. Hey. don't bring me into this.

06:21:47 Tim: Now that's just not fair. All that and you'd poison us too?

06:22:51 Dick: if you're dumb enough to eat anything he presents you with, you probably deserve it.

06:23:30 Tim: .... The pancakes weren't THAT bad. =T

06:24:23 Dick: Ouch. Rookie mistake.

06:25:03 Bruce: Just wait until I try to put blueberries in them.

06:25:17 Tim: *quiet smile up at the ceiling* It was worth it. *and now he'll shut up.*

06:26:06 Dick: You do know there is a perfectly good pizzeria here, right? You don't have to cook.

06:26:38 Tim: *grin!* For BREAKFAST?

06:27:56 Dick: Well, no there's always fresh fruit and-- *sigh. no forget it. enjoy eating like a pig while you can*

06:29:07 Tim: Hey, I'm a growing kid. I need my calories.

06:30:23 Bruce: That's hardly the diet of someone who's held to higher athletic standards than Olympians.

06:30:32 Bruce: Besides. It'll give you acne.

06:31:12 Dick: It's Bat-propaganda Tim, don't listen. Enjoy your tofu-free years while you can.

06:32:06 Bruce: And it will give you acne.

06:33:09 Dick: Not in this weather.

06:34:58 Tim: a

06:35:09 Tim: *flips a coin*

06:35:42 Dick: You- have to call that.

06:35:56 Tim: *catches* The hell I do. Pizza it is.

06:37:02 Dick: What are the chances...

06:37:28 Tim: *smartass* About fifty-fifty. You comin'?

06:38:54 Dick: Sure. Bruce you want in on the coronary?

06:39:05 Bruce: I'll be fine.

06:39:24 Tim: . . . *this is the Tim-equivalent of a puppy look?*

06:39:30 Dick: ...You want in on the company?

06:39:40 Tim: *It's mild and mostly expressionless but it is there*

06:40:24 Bruce: Ask Cassandra. She needs to get out more.

06:41:03 Dick: ...not to state the obvious but

06:41:14 Dick: you could use some fresh air yourself

06:41:46 Tim: *please?*

06:44:00 Bruce: .... Just this once.

06:44:30 Tim: =] *totally heading out so's you can't see the smile! Not that you can't tell it's there anyway.*

06:44:45 Dick: I think you just made his day.

06:47:25 Bruce: ....Mm.

06:48:24 Dick: Lighten up, Bruce. It's just pizza.

06:49:32 Bruce: I wasn't disagreeing.

06:50:41 Dick: I know. So he's definitely yours, right?

06:51:04 Bruce: Yes.

06:51:29 Bruce: At least, closer to mine than to yours. No discernable differences from the one I know

06:51:54 Dick: *shrugs* a bird is a bird to me.

06:52:30 Dick: Must be nice though. Knowing he's safe. Even if it is HERE.

06:53:49 Bruce: It also means my Gotham is less and less safe.

06:54:10 Bruce: Unless the other theories are true.

06:54:38 Dick: I'm guessing we'll never know.

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Tim

So-- bro. *blurted that a little, but recovering!* Who's the girl?

Dick

*Stops himself before saying 'which'* Who, Jilly?

Tim

Jilly! Really? The painter.

Dick

Yeah *fairly sentimental smile* That's her.

Dick

What about her?

Tim

Just a good guess. You keep comin' ho- back here, with that look on your face. *covering his slip by pointing at you*

Tim

She still in the clinic?

Dick

*fixes 'the look'* Mn. Yeah. For a while yet, I imagine.

Tim

=/ That sucks. ... Where is it, anyway?

Dick

In town. *eyebrow raise* Why?

Tim

*shrug* Thought I'd say hi? Been writing her over the journals and she sounds bored. *no other reason, really*

Dick

*and the smile is now directed at Tim* That'd be nice.

Tim

*shrug again* Not like my days are packed. Hang on a sec. *gonna just grab this one little paper bag and then-* You coming?

Dick

Uh. Yeah. *joins* What's in the bag?

Tim

Stuff. *off we go then* How long you known her?

Dick

Stuff, huh? *jams his hands in his pockets* Mm since I got here, so, little over a month? *wow. feels much longer*

Tim

*blink up at you* You seem kinda. Settled in.

Dick

*bluntly* Stockholm syndrome. *smirks* Do I, really? There's nothing I can do about it, so 'why not?' I guess.

Tim

*startles!* Kinda quick. Figured you were just good at meeting people.

Dick

*laughs* Well I don't get that from Dad.

Tim

*grin* Who says you have to get it from anywhere?

Dick

Innate talent? *answering grin* I figured it was better than moping.

Tim

Speaking of things you get from Dad. *cough*

Dick

*thwaps*

Tim

*moves with it, doesn't duck, might be laughing*

Dick

pft. it helped that Cass and Bruce were here though. don't know what I'd have done if it was just me.

Tim

Pfft. Gone off and done more ninja training till I showed up

Tim

Dick

I don't know. I- *pebble kick* I might've seen how I did without the pajamas. But. Things the way they are here, Okay, it's no Gotham, but its... people still need help, you know?

Tim

Noticed that, yeah. Sorry I didn't get here a week earlier.

Dick

*head sake* not just that. Has he told you the Joker was here? And the Scarecrow? And that's just Gotham's bad guys. It says nothing of the vampires and werewolves and- other things.

Tim

*pause* Was?

Dick

*ahaha oh right yeah. that* People have a way of disappearing.

Tim

Couldn't happen to a nicer pair of- anyway. So they're gone now, I've definitely talked to a few vampires-- kind of a lot of those? Or am I just in culture shock.

Dick

They're gone. *mutters* Not that they haven't left their mark on the place. *sighs* The vampires... mostly keep to themselves, there are a few who feed from people, but it's rare. Yeah, to us it's wrong but- who are we to deny them their existence? Like this Tea-party Schro *catches himself* -dinger is part of. The blood comes from the dead. Morally, I get it, it's wrong, but it's not like THEY killed them, you know? *muttered again* this time, anyway.

Tim

*considers this* Like say, the one who pulled corpses from the river. *headscratch* Like scrounging lunch from a dumpster.

Dick

Yeah. There are others. More complicated. Harder to trace. Clark knows more about it than I do.

Tim

Oh, boy. And werewolves.

Dick

*corrects* Were-cats.

Dick

or cat.

Tim

. . . Were-cat. By whom you mean. *flat look*

Dick

Schrodinger.

Dick

Sort of

Tim

Sort of. *more flat looks*

Dick

One of his many talents.

Tim

Next to stirring crap.

Dick

Nah. That's just a hobby.

Tim

Seemed pretty talented at it to me.

Dick

He's never boring, I'll give him that much.

Tim

Seems like you could say that about a lot of this place. =T *is that the clinic over there?*

Dick

Yeeeeah *oh hey! yoinks the bag from Tim's hand* You never did answer my question.

Tim

*jump-grabs! Holding it shut and will totally hang from your arm!* I did so! >|

Dick

*lifts his arm and oh! Tim too. hi thar.* Not satisfactorily. *amused* It's not more pizza, is it?

Tim

Be leaking all over the bag if it was. *scowling down at you. I know I'm short. And proceeding to work the bag out from your fingers, don't make him rip it*

Dick

*eyeroll before settling Tim back on the ground* Grapes?

Tim

*wut?* Why would it be grapes?

Dick

She's in hospital? I thought grapes were the done thing.

Tim

How would I know what the done thing was?

Dick

... What's in the bag, Stevie?

Tim

*. . . little shrug, it's not that big a deal* She said she lost some stuff in the flood.

Dick

She lost a lot in the flood. ...Toiletries? *mutters* She could've asked me for those.

Tim

*eyebrow* She doesn't seem like the type to ask for much of anything. I mean, so far's I know.

Dick

*sighs* She's about as self-sacrificing as Bruce. Who, by the way, happens to be her childhood hero.

Tim

. . . Well. *eyeing sidelong* I guess I can't say a whole lot about that.

Tim

*good to know though*

Dick

Yeah, you two will get along just fine. I actually had to sit there while she told me my life story.

Tim

. . . Which one, Jimmy?

Dick

*laughs* bit of both, actually.

Tim

Okay. Now this is getting weird.

Dick

Yeah, just don't tell the Boss I backed Superman's corner when she posed 'The Question'.

Tim

Wouldn't dream of it. Unless I need you for something. *grin*

Dick

*oho* Blackmail? *hair ruffle* You do learn fast.

Tim

*grins happily* Guess it's part of the package. Bro.

Dick

It tends to help. *pauses* We should probably not do this in front of her.

Tim

*withdrawing a little, amicable* Sure thing, Metropolis Boy.

Dick

Oh God. You're from Gotham. She is going to love you.

Tim

Why wouldn't she? *brat grin* Best town around.

Dick

You got that right. *and opens the clinic door* The second part anyway.

Tim

*elbownudge and in we go?*

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