Tim's Red
If there were a world outside of Gotham, Tim sometimes thinks he'd get the hell out of this town. Nothing good comes out of struggling.
When he had trained with Bruce, the man had taught Tim that by the point of a struggle, it was already too late. But could the man take his own advice as the city starts to burn?
No.
And no, Tim won't learn from that either, failing just as Dick always does. Staying.
Waiting.
His lip is a split-mixture of iron and grime. His balance wants to teeter over the edge, a zip-line close to his side. A flap of angry cape, unable to whip free. The needed friend, hovering just behind and over his shoulder...
"Timmy."
It's a valid question. When did he ever become this cynical?
"Get out of Gotham, Kon." He drops gaze down, not turning. A private grin appreciating the offer, depreciating the path here. The distance down. I don't want you to understand.
Yet clearly, he'd give anything to exchange the empathy. That is, if there were anything left to give.
"Get out of my town."
While you can.
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The handy how-to in communicating "save me" without actually using those pesky, desperately-weak-sounding words.
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(the other working title for this entry was: Tim as Rorschach.
But then I laughed and said "no...no.")
(pps: I cannot believe I spelt "Rorschach" right on the first try! I'm beyond awesome, by the way...)
When he had trained with Bruce, the man had taught Tim that by the point of a struggle, it was already too late. But could the man take his own advice as the city starts to burn?
No.
And no, Tim won't learn from that either, failing just as Dick always does. Staying.
Waiting.
His lip is a split-mixture of iron and grime. His balance wants to teeter over the edge, a zip-line close to his side. A flap of angry cape, unable to whip free. The needed friend, hovering just behind and over his shoulder...
"Timmy."
It's a valid question. When did he ever become this cynical?
"Get out of Gotham, Kon." He drops gaze down, not turning. A private grin appreciating the offer, depreciating the path here. The distance down. I don't want you to understand.
Yet clearly, he'd give anything to exchange the empathy. That is, if there were anything left to give.
"Get out of my town."
While you can.
♠
The handy how-to in communicating "save me" without actually using those pesky, desperately-weak-sounding words.
♠♠
(the other working title for this entry was: Tim as Rorschach.
But then I laughed and said "no...no.")
(pps: I cannot believe I spelt "Rorschach" right on the first try! I'm beyond awesome, by the way...)