Tim mouths a silent little wow in what's supposed to be a good-natured tease. His lips turn up as he weighs the pros and cons to divulging his life story as told by the general public.
Fast cars, black ties, funerals, and hill bombing.
His eyes wander off to the fire, because he's seen that happen in, like, those old Westerns when the ranger's about to about to reveal to the barkeep his big plans of revenge. He says, "It's not about respect. It's mostly about being loud."
His father's probably spinning in his grave. Oops? Tim pauses and wonders if he jinxed it all with bringing the name of Wayne along for the ride. He says, "Okay, so, obviously I don't own anything."
--he peers back at March, owlish and studious. "But the moment the judge signed off on my emancipation, a clause was triggered and I took control of Wayne Enterprises. I say 'control' because nothing happens unless I give the go-ahead. Because it's my money. Right? I'm the majority shareholder. And I'm under no illusion that I won't get kicked off that leaderboard soon, but in the meanwhile"
(here he just runs his hand through his hair, and he hates that his hair feels greasy. where is his Lion King moment, where a baboon hits him on the head and tells him all mystically to remember who you are. because, like, god, what the fuck even is this life, what ever happened to him kicking and screaming and hollering no I won't--)
"it's a lot of phone calls and meetings. That's not even touching on the work with the Foundation. So being some shy pushover isn't, uh. Man, I would have been eaten alive. No thanks. Risking someone chucking a chair at me because I dared ask we join forces for good eats? A no brainer."
cw obnoxious wealth & some teen existentialism
Fast cars, black ties, funerals, and hill bombing.
His eyes wander off to the fire, because he's seen that happen in, like, those old Westerns when the ranger's about to about to reveal to the barkeep his big plans of revenge. He says, "It's not about respect. It's mostly about being loud."
His father's probably spinning in his grave. Oops? Tim pauses and wonders if he jinxed it all with bringing the name of Wayne along for the ride. He says, "Okay, so, obviously I don't own anything."
--he peers back at March, owlish and studious. "But the moment the judge signed off on my emancipation, a clause was triggered and I took control of Wayne Enterprises. I say 'control' because nothing happens unless I give the go-ahead. Because it's my money. Right? I'm the majority shareholder. And I'm under no illusion that I won't get kicked off that leaderboard soon, but in the meanwhile"
(here he just runs his hand through his hair, and he hates that his hair feels greasy. where is his Lion King moment, where a baboon hits him on the head and tells him all mystically to remember who you are. because, like, god, what the fuck even is this life, what ever happened to him kicking and screaming and hollering no I won't--)
"it's a lot of phone calls and meetings. That's not even touching on the work with the Foundation. So being some shy pushover isn't, uh. Man, I would have been eaten alive. No thanks. Risking someone chucking a chair at me because I dared ask we join forces for good eats? A no brainer."