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ᴛɪᴍᴏᴛʜʏ ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇ ǝuʎɐʍ ([personal profile] ployboy) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2024-10-15 03:05 pm (UTC)

Sucks to suck.

Tim lets himself indulge in a hiss- he's hurting. Obviously. For more than one reason. Perhaps less obvious. Especially where B is involved. The man's positively hopeless. But Tim figures he can hiss his displeasure and not get sass about it.

Sass. Christmas Pig.

"Huge... pig. Dude, we all thought we were going to die," he explains. And maybe he still thinks they're all going to die, but that's too much for now. Everything is too much for now. Tim had just wanted to sleep off the nausea and harass this son of a bitch in the process and

(he's sorry, Mrs. Wayne, he didn't mean-)

Obviously Bruce will get a horse tranq if he ends up in someone else's head. That would be cruel and unusual and extremely punitive punishment for whoever ends up as the casualty. Not to mention the whole Secret thing. So Tim doesn't bother to acknowledge that bit.

So:

Damian's got the zombies.

Tim's got the vampires.

Bruce has got the mind readers.

Jason still gets the werewolves because Tim Drake is convinced it makes sense.

Anyway,

"There's the firebenders, the telepaths, and the ones who run really fast but not Speedforce fast."

There's more gifts. Tim's sure. He doesn't know what, and it kills him to not know. It kills him in ways Bruce can understand.

It helps. To feel less- totally frigging lost. About everything. All the time.

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