“ what do you want to know? ” // @cleverbxrd
Tim Drake was good at schooling his emotions. Most of the Bats were. Rachel had noticed it with all of them, with Dick and Jason and Cass, and it made sense that Tim would be the same. It was always refreshing, in a way. When she was with them, it felt less like she was choking on feelings she didn’t understand. The emotions were still there, but they were muted. What she felt was more of her own, more familiar.
The problem, of course, arose when it was her emotions that were an issue.
Tim was as calm as ever. He was the mellow stream, and Raven was the roaring river. She had been ever since she closed her eyes on a battlefield and opened them to empty grass and two years down the drain. And there was so much she had missed, so much she didn’t know. Tim, it seemed, understood that. Tim, it seemed, understood her. He’d always been good at that. “Everything,” she said quietly, uncertainly. “I want to know everything. What... What happened? After. Between now and then? With all of you?” She was asking him to give her years of information in minutes of time. And he would. She knew he would.