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Cold wind stroked both vigilantes's bodies as they sat on the edge of that building, on the roof, looking at nowhere in particular, not exchanging words after that for some time. Tim at least wasn't ready to say anything else. He didn't know what to say. But then from one moment to another, his stomach growled. And it was embarrassing. Way too embarrassing.

"I–I remember", he said, trying to change the topic of conversation before Jason could even try to tease him, "when I was younger and my hobby was to follow your footsteps wherever you went–––Robin "the Boy Wonder" saving the day. I still have the pictures, you know?", that was even more embarrassing than his stomach growling, honestly.

Jason tensed slightly as Tim leaned against him, unsure of how to deal with that type of contact. Just a few moment ago, he was ready to punch the other former Robin, and now, they were having a moment. Sighing, Jason looked out toward the city, taking in the far off lights of clustered-together buildings, ones that Bruce should have been lurking on top of.

“Yeah, no problem,” he nodded, not about to make Tim move.

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"Should I play therapist and ask why?", he pulled his gloves off and placed them on a plane surface, "a stressed vigilante won't do any good and you know that". Tim's blue eyes looked at Stephanie's expression. Stress. Stress all over. But he couldn't read feelings, only gestures. 

“More like tough week,” she sighed out, leaning back on the wall and crossing her arms, “stressful to be more accurate.”

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"We both know that'd be a big fat lie, Bart", he smiled, "but now that you mention it, I am kind of hungry. I'd kill for a slice of pizza right now", he muttered, "not…literally", he felt the need to clarify.

"I think people are too busy with their own things", he stopped, "things…changed. I've never been a big fan of it, but it eventually comes to all of us", yes, just like the time Bruce 'died'. Things change and people have to move on and accept them.

Timothy wasn't one of them.

“Well you could always just say that I found out on accident. Like I snuck into the Batcave and read all your files. You know how I could probably do that in half a second and come out with a bag of chicken nuggets from McDonalds too.” He snickered and followed Tim. “IthinkCassiespendsmostofhertimeatthetowerplaceorsomething.” He shrugged. “Why doesn’t anyone spend time at the cave anymore? It’s always just me and Greta.”

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He chuckled, covering his mouth with the knuckles of his right hand, "I know, you're usually okay", he relaxed his shoulders as he looked at her and cocked his head, "tough day and now you're taking a break?"

Guess who’s around for a little bit~?

#gothamslittlerayofhope

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"You know how Batman gets if I star talking about his stuff, Bart", he smiled and shook his head, "I'm assuming your afternoon was a complete success then", he pulled his cowl down and ruffled his own hair. His cowl-hair was a mess. "Have you seen Cassie? Conner? I can't seem to find them", he began to walk and looked at him to gesture with his eyes to follow him.

“Many things”, he said and sighed, “I can’t exactly get into details. You know how it is”, and he hoped he’d understand. He couldn’t quite tell him about Bruce. And he didn’t need more people telling him he was delusional or in denial. “How about you? Anything new?”, he tried to give him a comforting smile.

#((ahhh I'm so sorry /)///(\ it took so long!!)) #animehairandspeed

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Familiar Faces [Closed]

His body ached and the pain he felt go through his body was familiar. Just like the amount of scars, bruises, wounds, among other things Tim's body collected. He groaned as he woke up, feeling cold, shivering, apparently in the same roof he'd fainted not so long ago. But things felt different, Tim just couldn't pin point what it was.

He slowly sat up, then he stood up, and there he was: Gotham City. However, there was something in that particular building. That big, tall building far away from where Tim was, still visibile. The so called "Wayne Tower", what Tim should be the heir to––or Damian. 

Tim's lips curled into some sort of displeased gesture and threw a line to immediately get there, hacking the systems one by one, knowing every code and every movement. Things were almost the same by a couple of details. He'd get up there and maybe, just maybe, he'd find Bruce. He had to find Bruce.

Bruce.

As he rushed through the hallway an swallowed to ease his dry throat, his heart raced, beat faster and faster with each step he gave until he unlocked the door of the main room: Bruce's office. There was a chair, a desk. The big window all over the place but he couldn't see the man's face.

However, after so many failures of not finding him in other timelines, Timothy preferred to play it safe: "Mr.Wayne?", he called.

#thedamianwayne

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Should I be terrified for your apparet lack of work, Steph?

Guess who’s around for a little bit~?

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"I've got a terrible headache…"

#IC

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He swallowed. He could either leave or stay, and if he did stay then he could embrace all that sympathy, the little bit of reassurance Jason was offering him in such simple words…then maybe Tim could pass the night for whatever the day had left. He sighed and closed his eyes, his face looking to the front, to a bunch of crowded buildings until he leant his head to a side, placing it against Jason's arm.

Situations like these brought you closer to those you thought you'd never thought you'd get as close. And he didn't mind with him. "Thanks", he muttered.

Jason felt a wave of guilt wash over him, having never thought that Tim would have placed all of his hope on him. He couldn’t help but disagree, hurt himself that Bruce had died without ever fulfilling any of his wishes, leaving him without closure. It was selfish, Jason knew, and he felt sorry for Tim.

“Sorry I couldn’t be your reassurance,” he said, a bit more sincere than he intended. Sighing, he reached out and placed a hand on Tim’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

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"Many things", he said and sighed, "I can't exactly get into details. You know how it is", and he hoped he'd understand. He couldn't quite tell him about Bruce. And he didn't need more people telling him he was delusional or in denial. "How about you? Anything new?", he tried to give him a comforting smile.

“Yo, what is up my dog?”

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He chuckled, "Bart", he nodded and gestured him to keep it low, "I'm fine, and I'm glad to see you're just as well"

“Yo, what is up my dog?”

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"Maybe. Maybe not, just passing by. Doing my job", come on, Tim, what's gonna be this time? He sighed, "just taking a break while I actually do my job", he shrugged, "what about you, Red", he said with utter sarcasm.

“I got a near perfect memory, don’t you worry. Kind of a pain in the ass, to be honest. Anyway, what can I do for ya? Keeping an eye on me?”

#notyoursoldieranymore

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He smiled a little and tried not to laugh, feeling her pat, "yeah, yeah, sorry", he embraced her a little. It felt nice, after so long of not having her in his arms, this felt both awkward and good. But it was her, no one was around to see…how bad could it be, right?

"Just…be careful, all right?"

And he really liked her perfume, by the way.

Steph greeted her teeth as he kept talking about her eating too much, her fist clenched behind his neck but slowly unfolded. She did ate a lot and she was quite aware of it but it still wasn’t very nice of Tim to say it. “I’ll try to,” she responded quietly and gave his back a light pat, “though I make no promises.”

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"Maybe you ate too much before going to bed. I mean, you do eat a lot", he made a pause, waiting for some kind of punch, "but maybe eating a lot before bedtime did…make you stay awake in some way", he felt her face on his shoulder and lifted his hand to stroke her hair, "just go earlier to bed this time", his voice was soft, almost a whisper over her ear.

“…Well, humans are warm my nature due to our blood and all, you know, it is kind of hot. And then, its temperature and––”, he stopped himself. “Yes, you’ve told me before”, he circled her waist with his arms and sighed, relaxing, “why couldn’t you sleep? You’re quite the heavy sleeper…”

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"…Well, humans are warm my nature due to our blood and all, you know, it is kind of hot. And then, its temperature and––", he stopped himself. "Yes, you've told me before", he circled her waist with his arms and sighed, relaxing, "why couldn't you sleep? You're quite the heavy sleeper…"

“I know but… have you tried talking to him? He might’ve drank them.”

Steph bit on her lower lip before taking a step closer to him and reaching out to wrap her arms tightly around his neck. “Thanks,” she slowly rested her cheek on his shoulder, “you’re really warm you know.”

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"The brat and I can't speak, we can only try to kill each other", he stated and went close to her, sighing, "come here", he said and opened his arms, looking up and almost, almost flushing. Almost. Maybe she was in need of a hug. Girls always could use one or two hugs, right?

“That’s your problem not mine. Everyone knows I only drink Caprisun and juice boxes.”

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"You didn't get enough sleep, did you?", asked the Detective. 'That or she's on her days', he thought and raised an eyebrow.

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“Why is it that I can’t believe a word you’re saying…?”

“That’s your problem not mine. Everyone knows I only drink Caprisun and juice boxes.”

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