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@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul | cont. from here

Tim had always been better with plants than with any blood-driven thing. Life that throbbed through a body did not have the same delicate hum of the plants he tended, and he found he had less understanding of the way a mind could work than he understood the needs of something green. Still...

There was a rustle of movement in the front pouch of his overalls. His gloved hands went to pat the living, pulsing little thing there, perhaps to calm it. He looked down to find the big black eyes of a squirrel peeping back at him, its body vibrating with its breath, the rush of blood in its body.

"I found this," he said, finally, leaning forward enough for the lady behind the desk to see inside the pouch. "It was trapped. It's hurt." The squirrel had somehow got its hind legs snapped in the rat trap his boss had set out on the rooftop. Tim was pretty sure that wasn't the right way to handle rats, but he wasn't the boss, so he'd said nothing at the time.

"Can you help it?"

#wolf-eyes-wolf-soul #c: morren #c: tim #v: modern age #// decided to go with this #bc i wanted the image of tim with a lil squirrel in his pouch

@corruptedarkness

“How long have you been here?” He finally asked, lowering his binoculars but not yet bothering to shift his gaze from his stake out. He’d been at this for a few hours now. After bugging the place so he could hear every conversation that the henchmen were having, Tim settled down in a building across from them and waited for the information he needed to be leaked. Even hours later, he hadn’t let his guard down for a moment. Quickly noticing Batman’s presence behind him. “Pull up a chair. It’s probably the most boring reality show I’ve ever witnessed.” He joked.

#c: batman #c: tim

CHARACTER: TIM ESQUIRE

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#c: tim #refs #Spotify #votg #voices of the grid

When: Soon after Tim surfaced in Sokovia and reunited with Bruce Where: The Mousehole @redrobinrising

There seemed to be a slight trend developing wherein Alfred went several years without seeing certain members of the extended Bat family and he was starting very much to dislike that trend. It had been a long time since he’d seen Jason and Tim had been away on mission for approximately three years with strict instructions not to contact him. The only time Alfred had been tempted to break that was when they’d had to leave Gotham, wanting to send some kind of obscure signal or leave just the slightest trail for Tim to be able to follow so that if and when he returned to Gotham he might have some inkling of what had happened. Alfred hadn’t, though, because he knew the importance of following such instructions. That hadn’t stopped him from missing him terribly but now, finally, he was going to get to see him again. Tim had showed up in Sokovia (what a central hub it was turning out to be) and he was very much looking forward to seeing the young man. Bruce had found him, or perhaps Tim had found them, so he was naturally coming back to the Mousehole and that meant another member of the family was coming home. Well, not home exactly but home as it was now. Alfred still wished, in some way, that he was welcoming him back to Wayne Manor but that was not to be. Regardless, he was happy to be welcoming him back at all.

When the door opened and Alfred saw him he smiled broadly and approached. “Master Timothy, it’s so very good to see you again.” While he wasn’t always effusive when it came to physical affection some situations called for it and so he held his arms out for Tim in case he wanted to give him a hug. It was best to let the other decide, Alfred figured, but he had a feeling Tim would want to. Regardless, he opened himself up for the hug to show that he would be very much for it if Tim was. He drank in the changed details of the other’s face, how the years apart had leant him some more maturity, wondering at how much change a few years can cause. Still, his heart was full and the more family Alfred could have around him, the better.

#c: tim #tim1 #not my best work but at long last here it is #pretend the smile doesn't fade

@coffeefueledandsleepdeprived

“I would have beat you if I wasn’t so out of practice.” He told Tim with a smile on his face. It hardly mattered to him if he won or lost to Tim. Playing games with him was always a lot of fun. Well, just spending downtime with him in general was. Tim spent a lot of his time being Red Robin and so the first thing he wanted to do with him was get him to spend at least one day off with him. He was pressed against his friend on the couch, placing his controller down and stretching before turning his attention to Tim again. “So, you kind of seemed like you wanted to talk about something important earlier...”

#c: tim

Tex: Tim/Ed

Edward: I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?

#set before Ed's untimely freezing death #c: tim

@detmccallen

The day had gone by at a snail's pace, horribly gradual, and riddled with anxiety. Though the evening had only been worse, each passing hour daring to linger longer and by the time midnight arose, Amelia found herself barely clinging to her sanity. It was in the room that she waited, standing in the center, her gaze locked on the painting the pair had once stared at together. It was almost as if nothing had changed, the same song playing in the background, with the lights dimmed and the painting hung well. Except nothing was the same, and with each passing minute, the woman felt her relentless negativity sneak up on her subconscious. Bordering its way into the corners of her mind as she closed her eyes, willing herself to just trust for once in her life.