Homework is stressing me out and I fear I need Tim drake to be in the same pain ☝️
oh pooh. but if we suffer our characters suffer too amiright? coming right up-
Everything was going to shit. The world. Life. His job. His relationships. Life. Okay, well, maybe not everything. But his life was certainly crumbling. And the world wasn't doing too hot either if it had him doing calculus homework on a free Monday! Tim wanted to die. Not an uncommon thought, admittedly, but a little more rare recently. "Yo Timbo," Jason poked his head into the door, grinning. "Me and Dick are heading to the mall, wanna come?" Jason was just doing this to torture him. He knew Tim had to do homework. Tim slammed the door shut in his face and Jason's laughter echoed through the house. Stupid adults without homework. He doubted that either Dick or Jason had ever used calculus once they'd left school. He wanted to drop out, the way they had, but Bruce refused. "Jason only dropped because he died." He had pointed out, which, fair. At Tim's hopeful look at Damian Bruce had quickly added, "No you cannot die to get out of it." As though thinking about it summoned him, Damian appeared in the doorway too, pushing it open. "I am heading to the zoo Drake. Would you like to come? I need pictures for my drawings." Tim sighed dramatically, grabbing his camera and handing it to his little brother. "Can't. Homework. Don't break it." Damian smirked, tipped an imaginary hat(something he'd definitely learned from Dick) and left as well. Tim groaned, banging his head back down against the desk. Yeah. Life was going to shit.
