I love the idea of TimCissie or whatever their ship name is.
DONT GET ME WRONG I love the gays, I am the gays, I love all of Timās ships queer or not. I love his boyfriend and I love everbody he has been with and everyone you could ship him with. (Ships with in reason, incest, problematic, fetishized, concerning, and predatory ships and shippers DNI)
But thereās this major thing that I like about it and itās the thought that gets me to like the idea and or possibility of it.
Which is if Tim leaves vigilantism, which he really should.
Tim was a great Robin, and from much of the media and opinions of consumer the best embodiment of Robin in many eyes.
He got the job done as Red Robin.
He holds strong to his belief and his friends
He has a values
He is intelligent
He is fit for a vigilante life.
But since the start Tim has never wanted that, he wanted to be a kid, he wanted to be a teen.
He stepped up when no one could and others wouldnāt.
He stepped up to fill the gap and fill the crack before it became a crater.
The reason he went back when he DID quit robin was the fear and the risk of losing PEOPLE he valued.
Other wise it wasnāt the streets and such heād be missing, it wasnāt some rush from fighting for Bruceās Justice .
He himself has stated that he doesnāt want Robin, doesnāt strive for Bruceās approval like Dick.
He says itās temporary
He tells that this isnāt all he wants.
So imagine Tim who does leave, who accomplishes this.
Imagine him in college, imagine him who finished highschool online and is now a college student.
Imagine Tim who chose this obscene little college in the middle of no where.
A place out in the wild surrounded by trees and trees, it barely qualifies for a college.
Most of its students are people who want to lose themselves and the classes arenāt business and medical or something like that.
Itās photography and creativity, itās art and literature broken down, itās meditation in psyche.
Itās a school that others might call a waste of time and space.
But Tim doesnāt want something big, doesnāt want a degree that says he could preform a surgery.
He wants to take a photo and for it to capture all that emotion that he sees and feels.
He wants someone to look at it and cry, to smile, to break down into moans and sobs.
He wants the right eye to perceive it as if they were there themselves.
This school will do that for him.
Imagine Cassie King Jones who decides what she needs is a reset.
She needs to surround her self with wild life and wild people.
Needs to be around the careful creatures that her bow could easily kill.
Needs to learn to hold and care for the frail and feeble that with her accuracy she could kill simply from a distance.
Needs to feel the warmth rather than the lifeless.
Imagine them meeting at a bonefire that the school has every start of the new year. Every student brings something that has held them back.
She brings an arrow and no one questions.
She sees a boy with those hard blue eyes, pale, too pale blue that could be grey.
She sees a boy with slightly outgrown hair and hands with cuts trailing them like maps.
She sees him and remembers Robin.
In his hand is a little domino mask that surely couldnāt fit his face any longer.
Imagine them growing to get used to each other again, get used to this new version of them.
Imagine that
(Photo/comic evidence of Tim and these thoughts)
