Yeah, this is the flood. But all I've really lost is a bunch of hair and the ability to reach high shelves. [Also troubling hormones everywhere, fuck puberty.]
Sandwiches were not hard, okay. And Dick was pretty determined to be responsible here, because Tim was super young and while he knew there were probably grown ups around that could take care of them, he wanted to do it himself. He was the older brother, he should be able to do it, and it was only going to be for a few days, at most. And he wasn't really fourteen, even if he really felt like it.
So, two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on plates in hand, he headed over to Tim and set them down on the coffee table, sort of near the two Batman action figures he'd apparently gotten for Christmas.
"I cut the crusts off. Do you want it in squares or triangles?"
Whatever, they were sticky, and that was enough to make Tim worry. So he watched, a little, and wondered how the heck he managed to get Dick Grayson's attention. And, apparently, brotherhood? But he didn't question it, because sandwiches with no crusts looked awesome. He scoffed at the question, though.
"You don't have to cut it, it's just a sandwich." Gawd.
Oh, things were definitely a little sticky. Dick was bad at cooking no matter what age, and it was kind of weird getting used to being smaller and shorter.
And how was he supposed to know how you did this kind of thing? He wasn't a grown up, and Alfred cut sandwiches when he made them.
"Right." He sat down next to him and passed the plate to his brother. "Well, um, here you go."
But Alfred is cooler than both of them. So Tim takes the sandwich with a quick "Thanks," and shows down. (There may now be peanut butter on his cheeks.)
"So...are we friends, here? You and older-Tim?" Because that would be so awesome he can't even.
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Sylar graduated, like, an age ago. You have some angry blond kid to deal with now.
[Tiny smile is vaguely disturbing.]
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...Shego? Were you de-aged, too? [Or is this normal now.]
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Sandwiches were not hard, okay. And Dick was pretty determined to be responsible here, because Tim was super young and while he knew there were probably grown ups around that could take care of them, he wanted to do it himself. He was the older brother, he should be able to do it, and it was only going to be for a few days, at most. And he wasn't really fourteen, even if he really felt like it.
So, two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on plates in hand, he headed over to Tim and set them down on the coffee table, sort of near the two Batman action figures he'd apparently gotten for Christmas.
"I cut the crusts off. Do you want it in squares or triangles?"
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"You don't have to cut it, it's just a sandwich." Gawd.
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And how was he supposed to know how you did this kind of thing? He wasn't a grown up, and Alfred cut sandwiches when he made them.
"Right." He sat down next to him and passed the plate to his brother. "Well, um, here you go."
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"So...are we friends, here? You and older-Tim?" Because that would be so awesome he can't even.
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You look like me.
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[Squinty eyes right back. He's lifting one hand to see if you mirror it. :|] Who are you?
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Hi?
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