indie tim drake. robin iii.

SEL. PRE-NEW 52. MULTIVERSE.

WRITTEN BY LAUR
BG ART CREDIT @FUEGO

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“Out.” Conner replied, seeing at how Tim was more concern on W H E R E they were going compared to to W H Y he wanted to be with Superboy. He couldn’t really remember a time Conner ever just H A N G out with Tim. And well, he wasn’t C L O S E to the new Robin compare to Dick, Nightwing. Things change and maybe he didn’t W A N T them to change.

He slowly walked out of the quarters that La’gann and M’gann were at. Last thing Conner wanted was to be S T U C K In a room while they confess L O V E to reach other. It was just a blow to his own emotions and past experiences with M’gann. It wasn’t long until Superboy walked himself into the kitchen, spacing out as he A L M O S T forgot how much he wanted to leave, yet something tugged him to stay.

Conner did notice, how Tim tagged along. “You’re still here?” Awkwardly rubbing his neck, he figured he would just     L E A V E him, not follow. He placed his hands upon the kitchen counter, exhaling through his teeth as he took a sharp inhale. “I       don’t know W H A T I’m doing.”

Conner’s got a brusque, explosive kind of anger. A loud bark of monosyllabic bitten off words. But Tim is used to anger, to a loud bark. He’s trained with the villains of Gotham– and they’re a chatty and mentally unstable bunch. Plenty of anger all pent up in one city, precarious balance, sometimes the whole place seems like a powder keg kept on the edge of critical reaction point. Just a little nudge and the city could go into a full on meltdown. Conner just isn’t as scary as living in Gotham could be.

   Oh sure, he’s plenty capable of destruction. As much as any of them. Or all of them together. 

( But he’s a good person, with a good heart– even if he’s got a temper. )

Conner looks surprised upon turning, seeing that Tim had followed. Well, he was about to learn that Tim Drake did not give up on things, not easily. Not when he thought it was the right course of action. It seemed obvious to him that Superboy– that Conner, needed a friend right now. Somebody he could talk to. Or maybe it’s just that Tim gravitates to wounded types, wants to help them, even if there isn’t much he could do. It was pretty much the reason he’d become Robin in the first place.

“ Uh– yeah. I mean, I’m not going anywhere.” He says, almost a surprise to himself until the words are out of his mouth. It sounds right. Conner needs somebody who isn’t going to just– walk away from him. Tim won’t either because he’s stubborn or like that or he doesn’t have the good sense God gave a lemming.

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“ Well, I’m not an expert but…I’m pretty sure you’re mourning.”

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