𝙶𝙰𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽

Get the Hell Up. You Don't Get To Quit.

[identimfied-moved]

TIM HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN MOVED TO HIS NEW BLOG!

my queue will still be running for this blog until empty , so to all my writing partners upon replying please tag the new blog <3

[identimfied-moved]

stand  down.  that's  an  order.

𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦  𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗗  𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗟𝗬  𝗔𝗧  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘  𝗢𝗙  𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗞'𝗦  𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘.  tim  wasn't  going  to  lie  ,  he  was  still  very  much  adjusting  to  the  fact  that  @circusblud  wasn't  nightwing  right  now  ,  he  was  batman.  not  that  he  was  complaining  about  this  fact  ,  he  would  much  rather  deal  with  the  jarring  disposition  of  dick  acting  like  bruce  than  having  to  babysit  azrael  for  a  day  longer  ,  but  it  was  still  an  adjustment.  robin  froze  where  he  was  ,  turning  towards  dick  with  an  expression  that  clearly  was  wanting  an  explanation  for  the  demand. 

 “  shouldn't  we  .  .  .   shouldn't  we  stop  it  though  ?  ”

007  first  light

[fablelike]

it felt like she was living out one of her worst nightmares, as tim suddenly disappeared alongside the structure of the building they had been fighting within. she had only just burst through the ceiling, hurling a creep far away from them when the explosion shattered her whole world yet again. the panic started to rise through cassie, adrenaline pumping like lightning in her veins as the real stormclouds began to roll in ; a side effect of her parental heritage, summoning in storms when she became too overwhelmed with emotions. not tim, she mentally begged her godly family as she floated numbly amongst the brewing thunder and surveyed the wreckage for any signs of him, please don't take him from me too. she had lost too many people already, her heart torn apart over and over again in a life that she had literally begged her parents to achieve... and now, she had lost her final pillar.

or so cassie thought.

she sees the rubble shift and prepares for the worst — though more than ready to channel her fury into beating some guys into pulp ; not seeking vengeance, but willing to utilise her own rage to subdue tim's killers... until she sees who crawls out, that is. " tim ! " crying out his name instinctively, her body already flying down to help him as if she were moving on autopilot. lungs burning up as she holds her breathe until she has the evidence of him still alive in her own hands. watching him stumble unsteadily on his own two feet, cassie knew she needed to do something quickly — but the fear of losing him held onto her with a deathly grip. tears prickled at her waterline, and instead of landing, the demi-goddess throws herself at her best friend and slams her lips onto his. they could be confused about what this meant for them later, but right now, she only wanted to show tim how grateful she was to know he was still very much breathing. thank the gods, thank you brothers and sisters.

he pulls away first, and cassie physically clambers to bring him back, hands pulling at his uniform and trying to recapture his lips. needing him close still as her heart hammered away. but, ever-grounding as he always was, tim anchors the two of them together ; suddenly, despite it feeling easier to breathe, the floodgates of her emotions also opened. the panic spilled out for him to hear. " i th-thought that you... i saw it happening, tim, and i j-just wanted to swap places with you. hera knows, at least you would've been safe then, and i wouldn't feel so... " she stops, unsure of how she feels. scared shitless? pathetically stupid? small and helpless, like she was younger once again? everything swirled in her chest like a storm, nauseating her. but cassie's mouth keeps moving, like a hurricane she couldn't stop even if she tried. " you idiot ! don't you dare — gods, i can't believe you would be so reckless like that. after everything we've already been through ! "

[identimfied-moved]

HEART  WAS  STILL  HAMMERING  IN  HIS  CHEST  AS  HE  TIGHTENED  HIS  GRIP  ON  CASSIE.  how  easy  it  was  for  him  to  fake  being  put  together  ,  to  push  his  own  panic  and  fears  and  nerves  to  the  side  when  those  he  loved  needed  their  own  moment  to  fall  apart.  fingers  dug  into  the  blonde's  arms  ,  silently  grounding  himself  as  he  pulls  her  closer  to  him  ,  just  taking  in  the  fact  that  he's  alive  and  she's  right  here.  “  i  know.  i  know  ,  i  know  ,  i  know.  i'm  sorry  cassie.  ”  the  words  were  whispered  ,  head  tilting  to  capture  her  lips  with  his  ,  both  as  a  way  of  making  her  stop  rambling  (  he  could  tell  she  was  starting  to  spiral  )  and  to  reassure  her  that  he's  here  ,  and  he's  not  leaving  any  time  soon. 

this  .  .  .   this  was  new  for  them.  this  level  of  physical  affection  ,  of  contact  and  unspoken  closeness.  they've  always  been  tactile  ,  always  been  more  touchy  -  feely  than  their  peers.  but  this  .  .  .   this  was  different  for  them  ,  and  something  the  would  definitely  need  to  discuss.  just  ,  not  right  now. 

pulling  back  from  the  kiss  again  ,  he  makes  sure  he's  staring  directly  into  her  eyes  ,  squeezing  against  her  forearm  again  as  a  physical  reminder  that  he's  still  there.  “  you  know  i'd  never  leave  you.  not  purposefully.  scaring  you  -  leaving  you  ,  that's  the  last  thing  i'd  ever  want  to  do  to  you  ,  cassie.  ”  there  was  a  sense  of  determination  in  his  expression  as  he  spoke  each  word  ,  needing  her  to  understand  each  one.  “  i  promise  you  ,  cassandra  sandsmark  ,  that  your  uncle  himself  would  have  to  drag  me  kicking  and  screaming  to  his  domain  for  me  to  ever  leave  you.  ”  hand  slid  down  her  arm  before  catching  her  wrist  ,  gently  bringing  her  hand  to  his  lips  to  kiss  the  palm  of  it.  the  gesture  was  extremely  intimate  ,  but  one  proving  his  devotion  and  sincerity  in  his  words. 

“  you're  all  i  have  left.  you're  my  pillar.  and  i  know  i  am  the  same  to  you.  it's  you  and  me.  ”

[identimfied-moved]

You  did  good  today.  Really  good.

𝗧𝗜𝗠  𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦  𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘  𝗔𝗧  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘.  it  was  almost  embarrassing  how  much  those  two  simple  phrases  seemed  to  put  him  at  ease  ,  if  even  just  temporarily.  considering  it  felt  like  every  decision  he  has  been  making  for  the  last  year  has  somehow  always  resulted  in  being  the  wrong  one  ,  hearing  those  words  from  @circusblud  of  all  people  felt  like  for  once  he  had  made  the  right  one.  there  was  a  small  smile  that  slipped  onto  his  lips  ,  head  tilting  towards  dick  without  fully  looking  at  him.  (  he  still  couldn't  bring  himself  to  truly  look  at  dick  yet.  they  were  getting  there  ,  but  not  yet.  ). 

“  thanks  ,  dick.  that  .  .  .   that  means  more  than  you'd  think.  ”

you're stuck with me now

[crueltyerror]

and you? two words bring every thought he's tried to push away to the surface ; every ounce of him that's tried to ignore the gut-wrenching feeling that had him throwing up at three in the morning in the days that followed the hit of reality. his chest feels tight and he takes a slow, deep breath as he turns to grab two glasses from the cabinet. he could do tea. coffee? maybe hot chocolate. so many possibilities — the feeling of eyes on his back. oh, right. he has to answer.

" pretty good at lyin', ya know. could do it and you wouldn't know the difference. " because that's worked so well so far. jason still doesn't look at him, gaze focused on grabbing what he needs for tea and he thinks he'll do something better than just simple bags. " trying to. spent so much time lookin' for ya, tyler had to stay at the manor. most days i wasn't home. nights, even more so. pretty sure someone told y' that though. you're back now though. that's what matters. "

[identimfied-moved]

𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗘  𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗  𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗬𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟  𝗔𝗦  𝗛𝗘  𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗  𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡  𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘  𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡  ,  fingers  drumming  away  the  nerves  that  were  building  in  his  chest  the  longer  it  took  @cr0wbarred  to  answer  the  question.  tim  felt  his  mouth  drop  into  a  frown  at  the  other  avoiding  the  question  ,  a  soft  ,  almost  hurt  “  jason  .  .  .  ”  slipped  from  the  younger  almost  as  a  warning  for  the  other  to  not  avoid  the  topic  at  hand. 

he  had  heard  from  the  other's  about  jason  looking  for  him  ,  how  the  elder  didn't  believe  that  tim  was  truly  dead  and  decided  to  take  a  page  out  of  tim's  own  book  to  look  for  him.  but  it  was  one  thing  hearing  about  it  from  dick  and  another  entirely  hearing  about  it  from  jason  himself.  there  was  a  soft  hum  in  response  ,  tapping  coming  to  a  halt.  “  like  you  said  ,  you  spent  so  much  time  looking.  and  coming  from  someone  who  had  also  looked  for  proof  that  the  dead  wasn't  actually  dead  ,  i  know  how  .  .  .   weird  the  aftermath  of  that  is.  the  relief  you  weren't  insane  ,  but  also  the  realization  that  you  weren't  crazy  and  yet  you  still  did  it  alone.  ”

[identimfied-moved]

Stop  apologizing.  You're  allowed  to  need  help.

𝗔𝗦  𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛  𝗔𝗦  𝗛𝗘  𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗  𝗧𝗢  𝗛𝗜𝗗𝗘  𝗜𝗧  ,  𝗜𝗧  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗬  𝗢𝗕𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦  𝗧𝗜𝗠  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗣𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚.  it  was  hard  to  describe  the  source  of  his  aversion  to  receiving  help  ,  especially  from  heroes  associated  with  the  justice  league.  maybe  it  was  a  pride  thing  ,  maybe  it  was  some  lingering  resentment  from  the  lack  of  assistance  they  were  given  during  his  young  justice  days  ,  but  either  way  tim  wasn't  all  too  happy  about  @2814s  assistance  and  subsequent  reassurance  it  wasn't  a  bother  to  him  at  all. 

“  clearly  there  are  more  important  things  you  should  be  doing  instead  of  like  ,  babysitting  me.  can't  i  apologize  for  taking  you  away  from  something  that  would  actually  be  worth  your  time  and  energy  ?  i  mean  ,  you're  a  green  lantern  ,  surely  there's  something  more  pressing  that  needs  your  attention  elsewhere.  ” 

you're  stuck  with  me.

[identimfied-moved]

"Guess  who,  handsome."  bare  hands  folded  over  his  mask  from  behind. 

𝗜𝗧  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦  𝗢𝗙  𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗔𝗡𝗗  𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗜𝗔  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗛𝗔𝗗  𝗧𝗜𝗠  𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡  𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗  𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘.  the  moment  his  vision  was  obscured  he  was  moving  ,  arm  shooting  back  to  knock  away  the  person  ,  hand  going  to  grab  a  batarang  from  his  bet  and  spin  quickly  out  of  whoever  approached  him's  reach.  it  was  only  when  he  was  firmly  out  of  their  grasp  did  his  brain  actually  take  a  moment  to  register  the  voice  and  who  exactly  he  was  looking  at  ,  defensiveness  instantly  dropping  and  being  replaced  with  utter  confusion.  “  @liteemup  ?  wha  -  how  are  you  here  ?  ”

unprompted

[nightbins]

he had expected some push back, a natural reaction considering both the person his brother was and the industry they were a part of. this industry demanded perfection, and that often times only came after hours and hours worth of practice and then some. and tim was ever the hard worker, working tirelessly on both their music ( both present and future projects ) and all the comeback without a single compliant. and yet, exhaustion didn't care about perfectionism or anything other than reclaiming what it was due. dick returns the frown, though his displeasure holds no heat, only concern.

❝ no, no one put me up this this. can't i worry about my brother without someone else having to bring it to my attention first ? though i didn't know you missed dinner plans because you were working. ❞ or that he's been running on snacks and sleeping in the studio, for that matter. ❝ i'm not even gonna acknowledge what you just said because i know you know that sounds ridiculous. anyway, i just want to make sure you're alright. the comeback is important, but not more important than your health. ❞

[identimfied-moved]

𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦  𝗣𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗗  𝗢𝗨𝗧  𝗔𝗦  𝗧𝗜𝗠  𝗘𝗫𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗗  𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗣𝗟𝗬.  perhaps  his  response  to  the  question  came  out  far  more  defensive  that  he  would  have  liked  ,  but  in  his  own  defense  ,  this  wasn't  the  first  time  he  was  being  question  on  the  matter  and  it  was  getting  a  bit  exhausting. 

“  i'm  fine  ,  dick.  i  promise  i  am  taking  breaks.  bruce  has  already  been  breathing  down  my  neck  about  my  health  and  everything.  made  me  do  two  separate  medical  evaluations.  swear  he's  looking  for  a  reason  to  force  me  onto  a  hiatus  or  something.  ”  the  last  part  of  that  sentence  was  more  grumbled  than  anything  ,  annoyance  in  their  father's  hounding  obvious.  “  i  appreciate  your  guy's  concern  ,  but  you  gotta  admit  ,  it  is  a  bit  insulting  that  you  all  think  i  can't  take  care  of  myself.  ”  

[identimfied-moved]

pokes  his  neck  scar  /:

𝗛𝗘  𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗  𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟  𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗔𝗧  𝗛𝗜𝗠  ,  𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗  𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥'𝗦  𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦  𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘  ,  or  more  specifically  ,  his  neck.  it  didnt'  take  a  genius  to  know  what  exactly  the  other  was  staring  at  considering  most  peoples  attention  was  drawn  to  it  upon  first  meeting  if  he  wasn't  wearing  something  high  collared.  a  eyebrow  lifted  at  a  silent  question  to  @cr0wbarred  ,  only  for  the  other  to  reach  out  and  poke  the  scar.  tim  reeled  back  slightly  at  the  contact  ,  eyebrows  dropping  from  curiosity  to  displeasure  as  a  childish  whine  slips  from  the  younger  brother. 

“  was  poking  it  really  necessary  ?  i  promise  it  looks  a  lot  worse  than  it  actually  was.  ”  you  should  know  that  almost  followed  the  thought  ,  but  the  smallest  bit  of  self  preservation  decided  to  kick  in  in  that  exact  moment. 

unprompted

[stolenparticles]

GOD , she was sore . cassie rotated her shoulder as she walked through the hallway , inconspicuously trying to loosen up her muscles a bit more . the team's fight the night before had been more challenging than expected , and she was really feeling it now . it didn't help that she knew she had a test today , so she had gotten to school early to try to get in some last minute cramming .

however , when she stepped inside the classroom and saw a familiar head of black hair , she couldn't help the grimace on her face . " drake , " she said as she took her seat , rummaging around in her back for her textbook . " you just had to choose today of all days to get here early , didn't you ? " she was doing her best to ignore the way the rays of sunlight were hitting @identimfied perfectly .

[identimfied-moved]

𝗧𝗜𝗠  𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬  𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗗  𝗧𝗢  𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗡  𝗧𝗢  𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦  𝗡𝗢.  a  feat  much  easier  said  than  done  considering  he  loved  them  more  than  anything  in  the  world  and  would  do  anything  in  the  world  for  them  ,  but  right  now  he  was  regretting  not  having  that  boundary.  they  absolutely  could  have  handled  the  issue  last  night  without  him  ,  and  yet  he  still  went  out  as  robin  and  got  thrown  around  like  a  rag  doll  for  a  few  hours  and  wasn't  able  to  study  for  his  test. 

which  is  how  he  found  himself  sitting  in  a  classroom  almost  an  hour  before  school  was  supposed  to  start  ,  last  minute  cramming  for  the  test  when  the  door  opened.  he  tilted  his  head  back  ,  ready  to  greet  the  teacher  only  for  his  face  to  drop  into  a  slight  scowl.  “  lang ”  there  goes  all  my  plans  of  focusing.  lips  twisted  into  an  unpleasant  expression  as  he  tried  to  ignore  cassie  ,  knowing  the  last  thing  he  needed  was  her  catching  him  staring.  “  today  isn't  special.  some  of  us  actually  enjoy  being  punctual.  ”  a  blatant  lie  ,  but  she  didn't  need  to  know  that.  anything  to  keep  the  higher  ground  in  this  interaction  ,  he  guessed. 

[identimfied-moved]

TIM HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN MOVED TO HIS NEW BLOG!

my queue will still be running for this blog until empty , so to all my writing partners upon replying please tag the new blog <3

[identimfied-moved]

“It's  just...  I've  never  had  this  before.  People  who  stay.”

𝗜𝗧  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦  𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗  𝗧𝗢  𝗣𝗨𝗧  𝗔  𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗  𝗢𝗡  𝗛𝗢𝗪  𝗧𝗜𝗠  𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧  𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗  𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗔𝗡.  he  loved  the  kid  ,  there  were  no  doubts  about  it  in  his  mind  about  that  ,  despite  their  rather  turbulent  beginnings.  no  ,  the  emotion  he  had  a  hard  time  naming  was  this  odd  mix  of  sympathy  ,  pity  and  horror  whenever  he  was  enlightened  with  new  information  about  @leagueraised's  upbringing.  even  his  own  digging  from  his  short  stint  working  in  the  league  never  gave  tim  the  full  picture  as  to  everything  his  little  brother  had  been  through  and  experience. 

a  soft  hum  slipped  from  tim  as  he  heard  the  younger's  confession  ,  a  pain  hitting  his  chest  as  he  shuffled  closer  to  the  other  ,  head  tilting  just  enough  to  look  the  younger  in  his  eyes.  “  well  ,  hate  to  break  it  to  ya  ,  but  you're  kinda  stuck  with  all  of  us  now.  bruce  is  very  clear  about  the  ‘  no  returns  ’  policy  ,  especially  when  it  comes  to  siblings.  believed  me  ,  i  asked  about  it  with  jason.  ”

you're  stuck  with  me  now

[identimfied-moved]

It's  just...  I've  never  had  this  before.  People  who  stay.

𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗔𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡  𝗪𝗔𝗦𝗡'𝗧  𝗔𝗟𝗟  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗧𝗢  𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗡  ,  𝗕𝗨𝗧  𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗜𝗧  𝗢𝗨𝗧  𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧  𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠  𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚.  from  every  clip  he  had  seen  of  the  up  and  coming  superboy,  it  all  felt  so  manufactured  ,  so  fake  and  insincere.  a  stark  difference  from  the  media's  coverage  of  clark  in  comparison.  none  of  which  was  truly  @starboipersona's  fault  ,  considering  the  people  he  seemed  to  surround  himself  with.  robin  hummed  softly  at  the  other's  admission  ,  the  noise  coming  across  rather  analytical  and  cold  ,  when  in  reality  the  boy  was  just  attempting  to  figure  out  what  words  he's  looking  for. 

this  .  .  .  team  they  have  created  is  still  new  ,  still  fresh  and  figuring  out  its  footing.  it  would  be  almost  foolish  to  make  a  large  declaration  ,  and  yet  it  felt  correct.  he  remembered  the  stories  dick  had  told  him  about  the  titan's  earlier  day  and  how  rough  their  own  beginning  was  whenever  tim  would  complain  to  him  about  his  new  budding  team  ,  and  he  saw  how  close  they  were  to  this  day  ,  thicker  than  thieves.  after  a  few  moments  ,  robin  glanced  toward  superboy  with  that  tride  and  true  blank  expression.  “  well  ,  it  seems  you'll  be  hard  pressed  to  get  rid  of  us  ,  with  how  things  are  going.  and  based  on  the  experiences  of  our  seniors  ,  this  may  end  up  being  one  of  those  ‘  you’re  stuck  with  us  for  life  '  kind  of  situations.  ”

you're  stuck  with  me  now

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I'm  proud  of  you.  I  don't  say  that  enough.

𝗜𝗧  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘  𝗔𝗡𝗗  𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘  𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗘  𝗙𝗢𝗥  𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠  𝗧𝗢  𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘  𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘  𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘  𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.  tim  loved  his  family  ,  loved  every  new  addition  that  came  after  his  own  joining  of  bruce's  crusade  ,  but  he  would  be  lying  if  he  didn't  miss  moments  like  these  ,  where  it  was  just  him  and  @b0ywunder  and  no  one  else.  tim  was  laying  across  dick's  sofa  while  waiting  for  the  other  to  finish  what  he  was  working  on  when  dick  said  those  words.  tim  sat  up  on  the  sofa  to  stare  at  the  back  of  the  elder's  head  ,  eyebrows  pinching  together  while  trying  to  decipher  what  exactly  prompted  the  confession  from  dick.  analytical  gaze  trailed  up  and  down  the  other  ,  finding  no  hint  at  what  brought  this  about  ,  but  found  his  posture  and  expression  softening. 

“  you  don't  need  to  say  it.  you  tell  me  in  the  way  you  act.  trust  me  ,  i  know.  ”  eyes  shifted  into  small  crescent  as  he  smiled  toward  dick  ,  both  to  reassure  the  other  and  to  also  show  his  joy  in  the  compliment.  “  but  ,  if  you  want  to  say  it  more  ,  i  wouldn't  be  opposed.  ”

you're  stuck  with  me.

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You  know  you  don't  have  to  keep  checking  on  me,  right?  I'm  fine.

“  hey  dick  ,  you  know  how  you  tell  me  not  to  hide  when  i'm  not  feeling  well  cuz  it's  really  obvious  to  tell  when  i'm  faking  it  ?  ”

𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡  𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗗  𝗧𝗢  𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘  𝗢𝗨𝗧  𝗢𝗙  𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘  𝗔𝗦  𝗧𝗜𝗠  𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗  𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥'𝗦  𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡.  it  would  have  come  across  as  innocent  and  a  bit  out  of  place  if  it  wasn't  for  the  tightness  behind  each  syllable  as  he  continued  to  move  around  the  space  ,  not  once  looking  at  @circusblud  as  he  went  about.  a  small  ‘  ah  ha  !  ’  noise  came  from  the  younger  bird  as  he  seemed  to  have  found  what  he  was  looking  for  before  spinning  on  his  heels  to  look  at  his  elder  brother  ,  a  large  smile  that  screamed  dangerous  being  flashed  in  his  direction.. 

“  did  you  know  ,  i  learned  that  from  you  ?  which  means  i  am  really  good  at  spotting  when  you're  hiding  an  injury  and  pretending  nothing  is  wrong.  ”  words  were  spoken  through  a  smile  ,  the  underlying  threat  of  ‘  tell  me  i’m  wrong  ,  i  dare  you  ‘  dripping  off  each  word  as  he  walked  over  to  where  his  brother  was  lounging  on  his  couch  ,  in  one  hand  a  first  aid  kit  ,  in  the  other  the  wire  that  was  normally  attached  to  a  batarange  for  the  purpose  of  tying  up  criminals  attempting  to  run. 

 “  so  ,  here’s  what's  gonna  happen.  you're  gonna  willing  let  me  take  a  look  at  that  obviously  broken  ankle  ,  or  i'm  going  to  tie  you  to  your  sofa  and  then  look  at  your  ankle.  the  choice  is  yours.  ”

you're  stuck  with  me.

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TIM HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN MOVED TO HIS NEW BLOG!

my queue will still be running for this blog until empty , so to all my writing partners upon replying please tag the new blog <3

[identimfied-moved]

TIM HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN MOVED TO HIS NEW BLOG!

my queue will still be running for this blog until empty , so to all my writing partners upon replying please tag the new blog <3