Tim had forgotten, in his one man (and the admittedly liberal usage of hired guns) crusade at everything that had hurt his family, that he was technically a child. A time traveling 21 year old Tim Drake in his younger body, sure, but he’s still a nine year old child.
Tim was violently, unpleasantly reminded of this as he opened his front door to… Gotham Primary’s truancy officer.
Oh shit. He still had to go to school. Tim scrambled for an excuse.
“Hello, Timothy. Are your parents home?”
“Uh- no, sir. Only my nanny. I’ve been really,” think, Timothy, think! Are you Red Robin for nothing? “really sick. She went out for some medicine.”
Tim knew what the officer saw as he looked down at him, a pale, drawn little boy who looked like a sickly Victorian child. He has no idea that Tim had the beginnings of lean muscles and strong grip strength underneath his baggy clothes.
“I see. I’ll have to talk to your nanny, then. We need to be informed of when you’re ill, Timothy.”
“Oh. She-” shit, shit, shit! “Doesn’t speak English.” Was that racist? That felt racist. Gods, he probably sounds like a snobby classist elite. “I’ll let my mom know to email you, sir?”
The truancy officer sighed. By Tim’s lucky stars, he agreed. The man pulled out a singular paper from his plastic folder, clearly used to this kind of thing, especially from the elites of Gotham, and said, “Email the school. And have her sign this note, please.”
Tim nodded seriously. Like hell he would.
When the officer was gone, Tim closed the gate immediately. He had forgotten to close it after getting back home from stalking the Bats last night. Well, Bat, singular, because Jason was still benched.
Tim sighed, grabbing a pen to fluidly forge Janet Drake’s signature on his paper about truancy and proper procedures and what not. Then, he moved to the computer, easily stealing his mother’s credentials, emailing the school about his sick leave, and their decision to have him home schooled.
He’d miss Ives, but honestly, Tim needed the free time. Plus, maybe this way, he’ll graduate high school this time around. He drafted another email to the counselor, asking them what kind of curriculum and tests he needed to pass to obtain future degrees and what not.
He gets an email back, with all of the testing required and the steps “Young Timothy” should take in order to succeed in the rest of his academic career. Tim would like to point out he’s nine, and that this was pretentious. Helpful, sure, but pretentious all the same.
“That’s what people don’t mention about time traveling. It’s all fun and games until you get hit with the mundane and tedious things.” Tim muttered, setting up his appointments for testing. He’ll have to find someone to drive him to the tests…
His mind turned to his neighbors… hm. That’s a possibility.
Tim wiped all traces of his activities from his mother’s email, doing a quick and hidden bit of rerouting to get any educational emails regarding him sent to his own inbox.
Tim swigged a mouthful of coffee and continued on his merry way.
His new goal?
Find Cassandra Cain.
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My mother's "Give it three tries before you judge it" advice
I mentioned it here, at the end of this post, talking about VoicePlay's latest video. But it deserves a spot of its own in my archive.
It was something she explained to me back when I was a kid, getting ready for the first day of the school year with a new teacher:
The first day, you're judging it against your expectations. So if you expect it to be absolutely terrible, and it's not, you're likely to decide it's great (and vice-versa).
The second day, you're judging it against your first day's verdict. So if it turns out not as great (or as terrible) as you thought the first day, your opinion will likely switch to the opposite (but whichever verdict that was, it was skewed by your expectations).
So your third day is really the first day where you can judge it based on your actual experience, not what you imagine or fear.
She also said that tended to be true for the first, second and third weeks, and months, as well.
Decades later, I find this advice holds up. So I thought I'd pass it along.
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Capture the Queen
Danny is crowned High Queen, and the Infinite Realms feel an intense urge to celebrate. Danny, in a moment of True Infinite Wisdom(TM) declares a Week of (Play) War.
He takes his former rogues and appoints them as his lieutenants, Fright Knight as general. Dan and Ellie are tossed out to find their own members to go against him.
The two troublemakers find themselves in Gotham, and after seeing the local Vigilantes and Rogues, they have a dastardly idea.
Ellie encounters the Red Hood first, talking about how she's so cold and tired from running.
Dan just appears at a drug bust, inspecting his nails as the multi-ton equipment lays shattered at his feet.
They worm their way into the Batfam's hearts, and the Week of War is near.
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