Characters: Bruce Wayne/Batman (OU), OPEN Where: anywhere When: anytime Summary: Bruce Wayne is traipsing around town by day. Batman is prowling at night. Warnings: None until further notice.
Tim was out for a walk in the sunshine. The weather was mild, for once, and he'd already gone for his run, so he knew how nice the day was. It would be nice to be able to enjoy it, a little.
And there was Bruce--out in the sunlight, for once. He lifted his hand in greeting. "Hey, Bruce," he said, smiling.
Bruce glanced up and towards the sound of the all too familiar voice. He eyed the teen for a moment silently. Then he finally let a smile brighten his face and he returned the wave idly.
"Hey, Tim. How have you been?" It was a legitimate question. How long had it been since he'd seen the bird? He almost felt guilty. Almost.
Tim shrugged a little. "Can't complain too loudly, I suppose. Injuries are healing, and Cissie's been really good about not yelling at me too much over them." He gave Bruce a wry smile. "How about you? It's been a while." Since they'd actually talked, anyway. Tim had known that Bruce had made it through the last attack, but that had been all.
"Injuries, and the bothers that come with having them, can be finicky like that." Pause. "Good to see you well, after all's said and done though." He gave a shrug of his own. "Surviving. It's good enough."
Tim hummed thoughtfully. "I suppose. I guess I've been... a little worried." He smiled wryly. "I knew you were fine but knowing and knowing are two very different animals. Talking helps."
He just smirks. "Yeah, yeah." He paused and looked out at nothing in particular. "Easier back home. Have to keep up appearances. Here..." he trails off.
Tim nodded. "Yeah, I know. The charade isn't as important here. No one's paying attention." He shrugged a little. "Like I said--I really did know you were okay. It's just nice to be able to really see it. Up close--not just from a distance."
"Hmph." Tim let out a long-suffering sigh. "I keep expecting to hit a growth-spurt. I hear they sometimes happen in the late teens, and hope does spring eternal." He gave Bruce a wry grin. "I am Robin, after all."
And there was Bruce--out in the sunlight, for once. He lifted his hand in greeting. "Hey, Bruce," he said, smiling.
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"Hey, Tim. How have you been?" It was a legitimate question. How long had it been since he'd seen the bird? He almost felt guilty. Almost.
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