--- * CICATRIX MANET.

                    unless you lived in gotham, you wouldn’t realize how much danger lurked at every corner, especially in such a place as crime alley. it was a fight or die city, and oftentimes, the city was unforgiving. but if there were one silver lining to all this, it was that jason being here made it easier – not that he couldn’t do anything by himself. rather, having his twin made escape plans that much easier. they were each other’s contingency plans, because they couldn’t rely on their ( jokes of ) parents. in fact, he was certain their mom didn’t even know that they’d been stealing from the drugstore to get medicine, or from the bakery for the bare minimum of sustenance that they both needed. or even the numerous, countless passersby that they’d pick-pocketed from. but none of that mattered. what mattered was that they had each other, and that was all that counted.

                   jacob was roused from his sleep-like trance when he felt familiar hands ruffling through his hair, blinking the lethargy from his eyes and pressing his palms into them when it didn’t work. he hauled himself into a sitting position and was about to hazard a guess when jason told him anyway, and the surprise at his twin surprising him before HE did melted away when he realized that jason had enough of a stash of money to buy the coveted wonka bar. then jacob grinned in return, raising a palm as excitement brimmed in his eyes. “wait here. i got something too.” he leapt out of bed and went for the heap on the corner of the room that was his jacket. hidden beneath it was a cake box, sans candles and a lighter, or any utensils, for that matter, not that such a thing EVER bothered them.

What does it make Yoda then huh

“unless you’ve found a way to magically freeze time around yourself, I don’t think a year is going to change the gap.” he’s absent, most of his focus on the helmet as he maneuvers a component in with a pair of tweezers. and then Jason brings up the age-old logic. ah. Tim supposes Jason hadn’t actually been around for that incident, had he.

“about that…. I can’t go down that path.” not if he doesn’t want to lose Bruce. or Dick, or… any of his family. he’d stood next to Kon and Cassie as one of the new Trinity, but Tim doesn’t want to know the level of manipulation going on to let those two be okay with the measures his possible future self had gone to.

@killcrimes is getting a short random starter

❝ You realize that you Terran money isn’t gonna get me anything in space — right? ❞

“only by a year or so. I think.” time got funky when one accounted for the death and resurrection of one Jason Todd.

it doesn’t take long for Tim to have half the internal electronics strewn across his workbench, soldering iron heating up in its cradle as he picked apart components. “yeah, that’s the one.”

i hate you and this post

                    “sometimes, i prefer using KNIVES. adds a little PERSONAL touch to it, don’t you think?”

     “Or I’ll DROP you like the soul sucking $*^%head scum you are, ya freaking psycho!” She really needed to stop listening to Ollie’s alliterative rants. Though, they did make for potent material…