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ataraxion2012-04-27 01:43 am
unfiltrating) wrote in ataraxion2012-04-27 01:43 am
B02: ROBIN > VIDEO
[ BATLOCKED 100% TO TIM AND JASON ]
[ Crap. CRAP. He's been practicing and gearing up for this forever. He was all but practicing in the mirror. Steph had vouched for them and- Hey, he liked Steph. He felt practically predisposed to liking Steph. So why was this being mega hard? ]
Hey! So- [ He holds up a hand for a moment, hesitating, and then speaks in one fell swoop. ] Look, if I know that you're here, you've gotta know that I'm here, so. Red Robin, right? And Red Hood.
[ This is nerve-wracking. He pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. ]
It's Dick Grayson.
[ Crap. CRAP. He's been practicing and gearing up for this forever. He was all but practicing in the mirror. Steph had vouched for them and- Hey, he liked Steph. He felt practically predisposed to liking Steph. So why was this being mega hard? ]
Hey! So- [ He holds up a hand for a moment, hesitating, and then speaks in one fell swoop. ] Look, if I know that you're here, you've gotta know that I'm here, so. Red Robin, right? And Red Hood.
[ This is nerve-wracking. He pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. ]
It's Dick Grayson.
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[ the words come out a laugh. not something bright and raucous, not something overtly cheerful. but there's happiness, familiarity regardless. he's acutely aware of the differences, even if neither of them has elaborated upon them in their entirety. if the ins and outs of their new identities haven't been wrestled down and understood and committed to memory.
and like this- tim sees so much of himself in dick that it gives him pause. that he has to stop and try to wrap his head around it. around these pieces of a boy, of the man he'll come to know and turn to and love- that he's never seen with his own eyes before. dick has always been so strong. able to become something so much more, so much braver than anyone he's ever known- without losing himself in the process. -it had never occurred to him that this uncertainty and self doubt had ever existed.
but the warmth finds it's way to his eyes all the same, and for one excruciating moment, tim realizes just how much he's missed him. and how much of himself he's lost on this insane, self-appointed quest.
his expression slips, and the hard lines of his mouth become human again. become tim in place of red robin, because from strangers-
they become family. ]
Besides.
We have time.
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[ Regardless, it's impossible to not feel a strong comradery with him. Similar, on a lot of levels, to the kind he felt with Steph, sure, but maybe something else with that. Seeing bits of himself in other people or some junk. ]
[ There's just this ridiculous familiarity that he can find so easily in Tim's expression. Something so openly friendly, brotherly, adoring there that he doesn't quite know how, exactly, he's earned, or WHY. Not really. But for a kid who's had his very foundations shaken more than a couple of times, and very recently; these small reminders that he's not quite so upstanding and fantastic as he'd certainly like to be- ]
[ They haven't really bled away here on the Tranquility, not like he'd have liked them to. They've stagnated, festered a bit. So when Tim looks at him and talks to him the way he does, it's nice. It's really nice. ]
Yeah, I'll say. Like an entire spaceship's worth of it, apparently.
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the fabric of the cowl- even loose and laying behind his head, is like something alive. a living shadow, breathing against the back of his neck. a reminder. like he doesn't have enough of those, after all this time. ]
When all this is over, we'll talk.
[ steph's words come back to him like an echo. god, steph. as batgirl no less. what the hell did she think she was-
no. not the time.
his gaze cuts to dick's face, and holds his gaze with a promise he doesn't make in words. ]
Really talk.
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[ But he doesn't budge, even as his eyes flicker, half in anticipation of what that talk will entail, half in curiosity as to the same. His chin sets and he nods - Robin or Dick, he can't tell. ]
Got it. Promise. It's overdue, I think. We can work out some details. [ About Jason, about Tim, about Steph. About himself even, maybe. ] Figure out how even of footing we're on from there.
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[ the word is an echo- maybe just as much to hear himself agree as it is for dick's benefit. they have priorities, and despite the newness, the overwhelming sense of strangeness that still blankets the majority of tim's encounters throughout the ship thus far- there was no point in trying to make sense of this particular riddle without some semblance of stability to the situation.
there's work to do.
-but tim pauses before signing off all the same. if there's a right way to go about doing this (he has his doubts. and a plethora of failed attempts under his belt) he knows he probably isn't going to find it now. but some things were just too important to go unaddressed. ]
I know this isn't going to mean much from a relative stranger-
But watch your back around Jason Todd.
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[ He was a Robin, once. It's never been like Dick to let sleeping dogs lie. He knows to his core that he can't and shouldn't trust Jason Todd, even if he doesn't even begin to know the reasons why that should be. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't want to. ]
Yeah, [ he says, but the affirmation is hollow, distracted, and it doesn't have much weight behind it. ] I really hope that's gonna be one of the big topics when we have that talk.
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tim nods. ] You know where to find me. [ before he ends the feed. and exhales slow. ]