#identitysolved

"you want something to drink? you can put it on my tab," says ric to someone who has to be one of dick's family members. they all look at him the same way -- with the same yearning, the same desire. they all want him to be someone he's not, someone who died, blood smeared on the pavement, gunshot wound to the temple. mr. pennyworth hid it with a smile and sympathy; barbara didn't hide it at all -- contempt plain as day to ric even though she tried to hide it. ric's wondering where this kid's going to fall, whether or not ric's going to be able to see the grief in his eyes. time will tell, he guesses.

@bats1gnals / @identitysolved

" IF BRUCE THOUGHT i was trouble as robin, i can't imagine how he's holding up with tim. " dick couldn't hold back his satisfied grin at the thought, delighted to no end that his brothers continue to carry on the proud tradition of getting on bruce's nerves.

" he's deviously brilliant, that guy. it's like he was BORN for all this. he's really made the mantle his own and, if i'm honest, he's definitely surpassed me in more ways than one. "

"i love tim. and, whether he likes it or not, he's my kid brother for life."

@identitysolved like for a random one liner starter | accepting

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?" is the second irate ( though since, she's calmed down considerably ) explicative to leave lois's mouth since tim's appearance in her living room. for every bat - child that breaks into her home, where she lives, where her sons sleep, she just gives it to them harder. clearly, they only seem to pick up on batman's unruly traits.

and thus, after yelling at him 'til she began to lose her voice ( and surely woke up the rest of her super - hearing family ) about respect, and manners, and usage of the front door --- lois hears him out.

" i'm a reporter. not of some --- tabloid. you can't just show up with blurry pictures and a witness statement and expect me to have a story. you need a real case, tim. " one glance at tim's procured photographs, supposedly of lex luthor's shady dealings in gotham. she tosses them on the coffee table, free hand now being used to nurse her budding migraine.

" regardless --- it's far too late to be discussing any of this. i can set up the other room for you, if you need a place to stay. "

Gotham could be a dreary place. During the day, parts of it could be almost serene, and the architecture was beautiful. Once night came, the towering buildings were nearly threatening, and the way that the lights shone through the rain made everything seem eerie.

Jaime cruised through the darkness after the blur of yellow. Landing on top of a solitary building after Tim, he allowed his helmet to recede into the rest of the armor while he walked towards his friend, fingers brushing through quickly dampening hair. ❛❛ When do you ever find the time to sleep, ❜❜ Beetle asked, getting close to speak over the rain. ❛❛ The things I let you drag me into for a little attention. ❜❜

It probably said something about the two boys as they seamlessly slipped through backstreets and across the city they called home, back to their empty house. Back into their shared room. No one seeing a thing, no one paying attention to the two boys separately heading back to the Bristol area. They'd had different duties tonight: Tim Drake drawn to Batman as he always was, following along behind and collecting evidence of the man's grief wracked destruction. He didn't have the space in his bag or the knowledge to properly handle that; at best, he could drop an anonymous call to emergency services and get an ambulance out there.

As soon as their shoes hit the windowsill of their shared room, Tim let out a sigh. Shoes kicked off to hide in the wardrobe and be cleaned in the morning so he didn't have to clean the carpet to hide the fact that filthy shoes were anywhere other than the shoe rack in the main hall. Changing into his pajamas, washing his face to get the surface level of grime off of him. It helps. Washing off the city at night, putting down the necessity of wandering into the city and gathering all kinds of information so he and his brother can crawl into bed and sleep relatively soundly.