Well-- there you have it, folks: they're not supposed to talk about it. If he wasn't constantly disheartened, Tim figures he'd be feeling a twinge of something right now.
"I always wanted a dog," he murmurs. It's every bit as doleful and irrelevant as when he'd said so to Catman with a raging concussion. Wild that Catman learned this before his brother, but it wasn't Tim's fault that he and Jason weren't trading piggyback rides back then.
Back then, Damian wouldn't give a flying fuck about cutting the line to his grappling gun--
which reminds Tim--
he ducks his head, scrambles to hide behind the collar of his own coat, which means he has to lean back to make it work. He coughs, and doesn't stop coughing, and if Jason loses balance or dumps his butt in the snow then Tim won't blame him but... at least he didn't get spittle all over the guy. There's the wheezing again and the nausea of suffocation again, and Tim stops himself from heaving.
Or maybe Junior (no- Scrappy Doo) makes that decision for him, because when Tim lifts his head again and blinks into the painful glare of white, he has to focus the binoculars. Bring them up to his eyes, and he raps them against Jason's shoulder with a stoic urgency they all know:
"Dog."
Timothy Drake could not be stupider if he tried.
"Dog at-t-- 4 o'clock, one red p-paw-"
Which means standing on hind legs reaching a window broken glass rearing back calculating, making a jump no other observable injuries broken windows the storm jumping back out
smol animal injury sorry u__u
"I always wanted a dog," he murmurs. It's every bit as doleful and irrelevant as when he'd said so to Catman with a raging concussion. Wild that Catman learned this before his brother, but it wasn't Tim's fault that he and Jason weren't trading piggyback rides back then.
Back then, Damian wouldn't give a flying fuck about cutting the line to his grappling gun--
which reminds Tim--
he ducks his head, scrambles to hide behind the collar of his own coat, which means he has to lean back to make it work. He coughs, and doesn't stop coughing, and if Jason loses balance or dumps his butt in the snow then Tim won't blame him but... at least he didn't get spittle all over the guy. There's the wheezing again and the nausea of suffocation again, and Tim stops himself from heaving.
Or maybe Junior (no- Scrappy Doo) makes that decision for him, because when Tim lifts his head again and blinks into the painful glare of white, he has to focus the binoculars. Bring them up to his eyes, and he raps them against Jason's shoulder with a stoic urgency they all know:
"Dog."
Timothy Drake could not be stupider if he tried.
"Dog at-t-- 4 o'clock, one red p-paw-"
Which means
standing on hind legs
reaching a window
broken glass
rearing back
calculating, making a jump
no other observable injuries
broken windows
the storm
jumping back out
"The cabin, just head to the cabin."
The cow would be there.