indie tim drake. robin iii.

SEL. PRE-NEW 52. MULTIVERSE.

WRITTEN BY LAUR
BG ART CREDIT @FUEGO

cowledcrusade:


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“—Tim, don’t.” He’s not short with Tim—as easy as it is to forget, Tim’s human, infallible. The evidence of his own flaws can be seen in all the ugly marks on his skin, left almost as a brand for him to remember for the rest of his life. Stumbling is a learning lesson, sometimes painful, and Tim will get up from it. However, tough love is what he’s most familiar with—what works best—so he dishes it out in kind. “What’s done is done. Learn from it. My force of will has all been learned through experiences like yours.”

Busying himself on the other end of the long line of monitors that make up the Batcomputer, he pulls up a file on one of the Maroni underbosses, busies himself with it. A moment of silence follows Tim’s statement, and he pulls his gaze from the screen to look back at him. Sage advice is easy if it’s regarding a battlefield or the killing fields of Gotham, but it’s not quite so when it’s something like this. Emotions. “You’ll be fine. Be straightforward—that’s my advice.”

“don’t what?” tim asks, a little crinkle around his eyes. of course he feels a little guilty, like he’s shirking his duty. tim didn’t like to leave bruce alone, not that bruce couldn’t handle himself– he certainly could, in fact he’d often wondered if bruce even needed him anymore. certainly didn’t emotionally, not like he’d needed him at first, when he’d been in a self-destructive brood spiral. it’s not like that anymore. but if bruce doesn’t tell him to go– tim’s not going to leave.

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“ don’t feel guilty that i never planned for this contingency? that i let myself be blinded to a potential threat because it happened to be in the form of my best friend? “ he sighed, slow and weighted.

“–i’m not like, crying inconsolably into my cornflakes or anything but, of course i feel bad. i let myself down and now because of it you’re out there alone without backup, my arm got shattered, cassie has lost her confidence and kon’s back to thinking he’s some kind of frankenstein’s monster. and that’s on me. “

 alright, maybe not totally on him. logically he knows he can’t plan for everything, can’t support the weight of everything wrong in the world on his shoulders. but it’s not like he’s the only one in the family who thinks they have to be responsible for everyone in their little bubble.

tim doesn’t have much left to say after that, didn’t meant to say all that in the first place but the proverbial cat is way out of the bag and he’s only going to look stupid if he tries to shove it back in. 

“yeah, learning experience. got it. now– is there anything you’re working on i can help with? i do still have at least one hand i can lend.” he reminds him, voice small and hopeful. anything to feel a little bit of use can only be good for him at this point.

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