Dick thinks he knows. Understands. How Tim wasn’t. That Tim wasn’t, but Tim was theirs and never a replacement. And when he sees Tim next to him, he thinks it was all a dream. That Tim had no face. That Tim laughed with a shadow face and hollow eyes.

Because it was impossible that Tim couldn’t be real. When he looked real. Felt real. Swinging from ( Read more... )

"Oh my god, Tim!"

And Tim turns. Smiles at Dick's horrified expression. Smiles in a curve of shadow that really isn't.

"Hello," he says, and Dick is still at the door. Rooted. Because Tim didn't have a face. Like the Question, but it was all--

"Did you hurt yourself? What happened?" And Dick is frantic, worried. Because it was gone. Wasn't there. He ( Read more... )