#identimfied

height comparison

meme / accepting / @identimfied / * italics are contextual or maybes.

No inkling of doubt. Not a waver of hesitation. A pure statement of fact that drills his feet by the soles of his boots onto the ground where he stood. An old world that feels anew.

Unfamiliar save for the one son that dared to defy it all.

And in the first real moment of actual reality, no longer bouncing around in an untethered ether, Bruce feels…vulnerable. Hot air hissing through the cracks. Exhaustion seeping out in little beads of sweats down his back.

" Of course you did,@identimfied. " A soft quiet exhale. A sliver of a rare smile. Hand resting on his shoulder, squeezing it firmly with restrained affection. From Batman to Robin. " Who else would? "

one, it wasn't my idea — and two, it was really funny.

❝ you know you sound a lot less convincing when you're trying not to laugh, right ? ❞

viridian hues glance sideways at tim for a long moment, trying to figure out just what he was thinking. sure he had teleports at his old gym and the best trainers he could hire to make the challenge as difficult as possible, but @identimfied had taken that to a whole new level. tim was undoubtedly one of the smartest men he knew, and the eighth gym challenge should be difficult, but making the challengers solve a complex puzzle while also having various ghost pokemon play tricks on them was a bit much. well, whatever. guess that meant that whoever got through it really was prepared to face him and the elite four. he had bigger things to worry about anyways. a hand waves in the air, as if trying to dispel the forming headache.

❝ just, don't scare them too much. with the puzzles and the pokemon. you don't want to do that paperwork, trust me. ❞

dip, because dc pisses me off and sniped bernard's personality. also the only person I only ship tim with is kon so its like . . . get that blond twink out of here

to  say  he  had  a  rough  night  would  be  an  understatement.  dick  had  rolled  back  into  his  apartment  at  nearly  2:30am,  dropped  face  first  into  his  lovely  couch  &  taken  a  2  hour  power  nap  only  to  drag  himself  back  onto  his  feet  at  4:30am.  he’d  showered  -  unceremoniously  dumped  his  gear  in  a  little  box  at  the  back  of  his  closet  &  shoved  about  3  bites  of  his  cereal  into  his  mouth  before  he  was  moving  for  the  door.  —  he’d  clean  up  after  he’d  got  back.  

maybe  —  probably  —  yeah, probably  not.  

he’d  only  just  shrugged  one  arm  into  his  uniform  when  he  yanked  the  door  open  &  —  almost  tripped  over  the  figure  standing  there.    dick  blinks  &  then  squints. 

slowly,  does  he  lean  forward,  gaze  trailing  from  the  younger’s  hand,  to  his  doorframe  &  back  again.  “since  when  do  you  knock?”  because,  that’s  what  it  looked  like  @identimfied  was  about  to  do.  knock.  at  nearly  5am  in  the  morning.     letting  his  weight  fall  back  onto  his  heels,  dick  scruffs  a  hand  across  his  face  &  down  the  back  of  his  neck  before  promptly  fishing  his  phone  out  of  his  front  pocket.  “i’ll  call  out  –  c’mon  in.”   

▸ nonverbal prompts

jeanne's tenure as the bat left her with many an issue she had to resolve. sins that could not be wiped from her slate without retribution. this included her treatment of tim drake.

what he'd been made to endure at her hands; it wasn't right, no matter how deep in the psychosis spiral she'd been at the time. there was no simple apology for what she'd done, and they both knew that. she'd tried sorry, she'd tried hanging her head like a shameful dog. none of it felt right, none of it felt like quite enough. for god's sake, he'd only been a kid.

❝ uh ... tim ... ❞ she keeps her voice low. is he asleep? she's pretty sure he'd fallen asleep, head upon her shoulder. the thought twinges her heartstrings. she'd rejected him once, wrapped clawed hands around his weary throat and outcast him from the house of his mentor.

jeannie had come back to gotham a better woman, but it was hard to know who'd accept that. apparently, tim. enough so that he was comfortable around her like the old days, back when he'd pick the locks on her apartment window for shits and giggles.