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Title: Weirder.
Author: scarab_dynasty
Theme: The Five Stages of Change Stage #2 Confusion.
Pairing: Timothy Drake/Dick Grayson
Rating: G.
Summary: Tim speaks with Oracle. Neither is all that sure what to do, as more and more people become embroiled in a web of lies, three hundred and sixty four days old.
Author's Note: Meh… a bit rushed, but it got here. I hate word limits.
This fic is a direct lead on from the ending of my last Stages of Love entry with the pairing of Dick Grayson/Tim Drake.
‘Something’s not right…’
‘I know, Robin, I…’ Oracle has been trying to think what to say for the last half an hour. They’re both… lost.
Tim is sitting at the entrance to some place darker than anywhere he’s ever been before. Darker than the cave or the nest or Crime Alley on a cold winter’s night.
Irrational. It’s not that dark. Not quite. It’s only a building. It’s only the place he’s called… not, home exactly, but “place of residence” for the last fifteen weeks. It’s only the place where he and Cass exchanged nightly patrol stats and bartered information.
‘It’s like… he just… vanished.’
‘Like he wanted to vanish?’ Barbara adds the words Tim doesn’t dare say. He figures Barbara is more… used , to dealing with dick than he is.
‘And we’ve deduced,’ Robin added, leaning back against the wall of the apartment, ‘that Batman doesn’t know.’
‘Which is weird.’
‘Or that he does know, and did nothing.’
‘Weirder.’
Bruce did nothing, whether he knew or not. That’s GOT to be considered weird. Robin had expected him to be on the next flight to Gotham the second oracle transferred the message.
Robin leans back against the wall. ‘What did you find? When you went… down there?’
‘They’re still there.’ Robin’s eyebrows went up.
There’s a silence. Tim can feel Barbara leaning back in her chair. He locks a mental image in his head of her, hand behind her hair, eyes staring at a liquid green screen. It’s the only thing that his mind can make sense of right now.
Nothing else is even approaching beginning to make any sense, because Dick doesn’t do things like this and Batman doesn’t miss things like this. Dick does quit. Dick doesn’t turn his back on Robin in anyway, shape or form, not Tim Robin, not Stephanie, not the Robin he used to be, not even…
Tim isn’t going to think about that. He’s not going to think about glass cases preserving memories that walk amongst them as if they were never dead. He isn’t going to think about Robins who should be dead. Who were dead.
He’s not sure which of them he’s referring to, anymore.
The more info he has, the less sense it makes.
‘Spoken to Cass?’
‘Briefly… she won’t say anything. We have no right to force her.’ Leave that to Bruce, when he gets back, goes unspoken between them.
‘Dick had no right to ask her.’
‘How do you know he did?’ Robin blinks. ‘Family loyalty, Robin. It counts a lot for Cassandra. Maybe her helping Dick keep this secret is… part of that.
‘…You’re her family.’
‘We both are. Maybe Dick….’ She sighs. He hears it. ‘Maybe Dick had greater need for her, right then. I don’t know. We won’t have answers until we find him.’
‘…Oracle?’
‘Robin?’
Tim thinks, for a moment. Trying to phrase the question. It’s oracle, right? oracle is Barbara and Barbara knew Dick Grayson. Knows Dick Grayson, maybe in ways only Tim also knows, and yet he can’t think how to ask. ‘…Is this… do you think it’s all just us? Are we… is this just what we want to believe? He’s alive, I know, but, maybe we shouldn’t be looking?’
Oracle doesn’t answer.
Tim doesn’t blame her.
Author: scarab_dynasty
Theme: The Five Stages of Change Stage #2 Confusion.
Pairing: Timothy Drake/Dick Grayson
Rating: G.
Summary: Tim speaks with Oracle. Neither is all that sure what to do, as more and more people become embroiled in a web of lies, three hundred and sixty four days old.
Author's Note: Meh… a bit rushed, but it got here. I hate word limits.
This fic is a direct lead on from the ending of my last Stages of Love entry with the pairing of Dick Grayson/Tim Drake.
‘Something’s not right…’
‘I know, Robin, I…’ Oracle has been trying to think what to say for the last half an hour. They’re both… lost.
Tim is sitting at the entrance to some place darker than anywhere he’s ever been before. Darker than the cave or the nest or Crime Alley on a cold winter’s night.
Irrational. It’s not that dark. Not quite. It’s only a building. It’s only the place he’s called… not, home exactly, but “place of residence” for the last fifteen weeks. It’s only the place where he and Cass exchanged nightly patrol stats and bartered information.
‘It’s like… he just… vanished.’
‘Like he wanted to vanish?’ Barbara adds the words Tim doesn’t dare say. He figures Barbara is more… used , to dealing with dick than he is.
‘And we’ve deduced,’ Robin added, leaning back against the wall of the apartment, ‘that Batman doesn’t know.’
‘Which is weird.’
‘Or that he does know, and did nothing.’
‘Weirder.’
Bruce did nothing, whether he knew or not. That’s GOT to be considered weird. Robin had expected him to be on the next flight to Gotham the second oracle transferred the message.
Robin leans back against the wall. ‘What did you find? When you went… down there?’
‘They’re still there.’ Robin’s eyebrows went up.
There’s a silence. Tim can feel Barbara leaning back in her chair. He locks a mental image in his head of her, hand behind her hair, eyes staring at a liquid green screen. It’s the only thing that his mind can make sense of right now.
Nothing else is even approaching beginning to make any sense, because Dick doesn’t do things like this and Batman doesn’t miss things like this. Dick does quit. Dick doesn’t turn his back on Robin in anyway, shape or form, not Tim Robin, not Stephanie, not the Robin he used to be, not even…
Tim isn’t going to think about that. He’s not going to think about glass cases preserving memories that walk amongst them as if they were never dead. He isn’t going to think about Robins who should be dead. Who were dead.
He’s not sure which of them he’s referring to, anymore.
The more info he has, the less sense it makes.
‘Spoken to Cass?’
‘Briefly… she won’t say anything. We have no right to force her.’ Leave that to Bruce, when he gets back, goes unspoken between them.
‘Dick had no right to ask her.’
‘How do you know he did?’ Robin blinks. ‘Family loyalty, Robin. It counts a lot for Cassandra. Maybe her helping Dick keep this secret is… part of that.
‘…You’re her family.’
‘We both are. Maybe Dick….’ She sighs. He hears it. ‘Maybe Dick had greater need for her, right then. I don’t know. We won’t have answers until we find him.’
‘…Oracle?’
‘Robin?’
Tim thinks, for a moment. Trying to phrase the question. It’s oracle, right? oracle is Barbara and Barbara knew Dick Grayson. Knows Dick Grayson, maybe in ways only Tim also knows, and yet he can’t think how to ask. ‘…Is this… do you think it’s all just us? Are we… is this just what we want to believe? He’s alive, I know, but, maybe we shouldn’t be looking?’
Oracle doesn’t answer.
Tim doesn’t blame her.