#dickjohngrayson

[redrobintim]

Warm Ups

Tim was stretching his arms while he waited for Dick to join him at the work out gym at Bruce's manor. It had been a while since he had even been out of his little technology cave and he was glad to be able to see his boyfriend again. He stretched out all his muscles, planning to have a good couple of rounds of sparring with Dick before they did anything else. He was now stretching even the muscles in his ankles, standing up on the balls of his feet, then back down slowly, letting out rhythmic breaths with each up and down. He swung his arms in comfortable circles, getting impatient; though to be fair, he had been almost thirty minutes earlier than he told Dick to come.

[redrobintim]

Even Robins Need a Break

Tim was holed up in his room, monitors flashing brightly against the dark and he was watching them carefully. Yes, they were being recorded as well, but he felt the need to sit there and analyze, record every second that happened. He hadn't really had proper sleep for a couple of days, just passing out when it became too much kind of thing. He had just woken up from dozing off for a couple of hours and was feeling guilty about it. He had forgotten he had invited his boyfriend over to hand out. He forgot he was supposed to take a break, and he was going to insist to Dick that he didn't need a break. He had tired bags under his eyes, but those were usually always there. The only reason it wasn't obvious during Wayne events was because of a lot of make up magic. He let out a slow breath, "I need some coffee..." he muttered under his breath to himself. His eyes were fixed on one of the screens where two men were lifting a crate and bringing it in through the back garage of a building. His eyes narrowed as he watched, but men had been doing that non-stop on that screen. He was trying to see if there were any differences between anything that was happening, when the motions halted, and when they started back up again.

[redrobintim]

Wayne Heirs

Tim stretched, feeling refreshed and new. He loved the feeling right after you get done being sick, where you feel nearly invincible. He was dressed in a button down shirt and dress pants and shoes. He was working on tying his tie after he knocked on Dick's door. He had his hair slicked back neatly and already was going through names and faces in his mind. Important ones, less important ones, ones that seem unimportant but are extremely important. And so on. He let himself in, "Dick are you almost ready? Don't look too fancy, it's casual attire this time, no suits." he reminded as he walked in, ignoring his tie for the moment, but he needed to fix it again.

[redrobintim]

Aftermath

"No really honey..." his voice was groggy and he covered the receiver of his phone as he coughed, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry." his eyes had dark circles under them, it looked as if he hadn't slept for days, which he really hadn't past a couple of one to two hour naps. His throat was so sore that faking sounding alright over the phone was starting to really hurt his throat. He was laying in bed with his laptop, working on work as usual and struggling to stay awake. He sighed, "I'm going to hang up now, I'll see you later this week. Okay Dick?" he hung up, not waiting for an answer, not wanting him to come over and see just how sick he had gotten. Tim knew it was from taking care of Dick and being cuddly at the same time, not that he regretted it at all.

[redrobintim]

Sick Day

Tim let himself in, he had a key at this point. He had brought chicken noodle soup, and a variety of things to tend to his bed-ridden boyfriend. He went back to the bedroom and knocked gently, "Coming in." he called out and walked into his bedroom, "You look terrible." he commented.

[redrobintim]

A Break From it All

Tim had an armful with a glass pot and lid. He had heated it up before coming there and he knocked on the door, waiting for Dick to open it. He was always good at re-using every last bit of food if he needed to. This was about the third meal he had made with the steak. He leaned from one foot to the other, a little nervous. The last time he was over they had fooled around and he tried not to think about that, to avoid any awkward moments. He felt his palm sweating, how Dick did that to him even still was astonishing.

[redrobintim]

Shit. They're really dead.

I let them die. I could have saved them. Shit.

[redrobintim]

A Night Out

tim pressed down on his inner eyes, making sure the mask was firmly secure on his face. He had a confident smirk which was borderline giddy, excited for patrol tonight. He and Dick were going to go out as Red Robin and Nightwing to go kick some bad guy butt. He tugged on the edges of his gloves and clenched his fists, they were on perfectly. Checking his utility belt once more, he then hopped out the fire escape of his building and headed to Dick's window, knocking lightly to get his attention.