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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: Boys.
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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