[March might've held tight to that pistol in the lead up to the chaos, but it found itself missing some time between then and now.
Tim himself can't recall how long it's been in his hands. Long enough that the sun has risen again, and long enough that even the gnawing hunger had settled into a feverish hollowness. Tim Drake had never been hungry in his life. Even in No Man's Land, there was safety for him. Even in the hands of the Demon, there was a show of force in the plentiful foods. The feasts. The anarchy that fell on them all, the shouting and burned bridges, the deaths, the burned-- well, that was exactly what Tim Drake did know.
And he'd helped nothing.
And so the hate grew and the anger grew. And then the bubble popped. Just like that.
And Tim's had a hard time of finding Holland March. When he does, there's no flutter of clueless lightness in him: Tim reaches inside of his black faux-fur coat and holds that goddamned handgun out for March to take.]
iii + iv cw for firearms throughout this thread probably
Tim himself can't recall how long it's been in his hands. Long enough that the sun has risen again, and long enough that even the gnawing hunger had settled into a feverish hollowness. Tim Drake had never been hungry in his life. Even in No Man's Land, there was safety for him. Even in the hands of the Demon, there was a show of force in the plentiful foods. The feasts. The anarchy that fell on them all, the shouting and burned bridges, the deaths, the burned-- well, that was exactly what Tim Drake did know.
And he'd helped nothing.
And so the hate grew and the anger grew. And then the bubble popped. Just like that.
And Tim's had a hard time of finding Holland March. When he does, there's no flutter of clueless lightness in him: Tim reaches inside of his black faux-fur coat and holds that goddamned handgun out for March to take.]
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