Lined || Tim and Dick (closed)
Tim laughed. âGuess they wouldnât care, but after they gathered their teeth from the ground, they might tell to their buddies who punched them to avoid, um, me.â He went silent, then he turned and looked at Dick. âI have some old costumes and I can put on one, if you need me to accompany you. I should get to know the city again. Any fresh tips and news?â
"Well, then youâll get to surprise them with a new look," he grinned.
"If you want to come, I want you to come. But if youâre tired, I understand. Letâs not make this partnership about slave driving, like Bruce gets sometimes," and he made a face. "But, uh, no news that I know of. I sort of just⊠wing it, to be honest," he laughed. "We could ask Oracle?"
Not if anyone would give a second look at him if Nightwingâs there. The thought made Tim chuckle. âSure. Maybe I just dress in all black and⊠and stay home, because I will have a lot to do and Iâll be tired. Shoot.â Tim pouted. Calm, down, Drake, patience, you have time.
He looked at Dick. âYeah, maybe I should ask her. Everyone of our enemies are still alive? Just to make sure.â
"All our enemies and all our friends," he smiled. "We can at least be happy about one of those. "And hey, don't feel like you have to rush this, okay?" He could tell Tim looked a little anxious. "You've been gone for a while. I just want you to be comfortable."















