#maethinks

I also absolutely adore angst. Esp Tim Drake angst. Has me crying always.

ANYWAY my question here is: I know in a lot of fanfic, people demonise Dick for what he did to Tim (taking away Robin, trying to get him to a therapist, not believing him about Bruce etc). And I guess Jason is always there? In a majority of Tim angst I read, Jason is always forgiven, and is the best person ever, and they never have fights and they’re the best brothers ever.. and that makes me a little bit mad sometimes. Because HELLO, NO, Tim’s favourite Robin was DICK’s Robin NOT Jason’s.

Also, the Tower attack—I don’t care if you were under the influence of something, if you were manipulated or not, I would be absolutely terrified if you beat me up, and a few months/years later you’re sitting at the table having dinner. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

People on roofs, on top of buildings, in an aeroplane, some part of them always felt the feeling of being better than the people on the ground. Hence, everyone wanted to experience that, except her.

She had always felt like an outcast, her thoughts were peculiar. Everyone wanted to travel in airplanes, she was fine walking to the ends of the Earth.

She had questioned herself several times. Did she really not want to travel in an airplane? Why did she not want to if she had never tried it? These thoughts took up most of her free time, often distracting her from walking in a straight line.

One day, the airplane she knew since she was a mere child, had passed over her house, ridiculously close. She knew it was the same airplane because there was no other like it. She had memorised the colour of its wings, the slight dent in the front, and the way one of the windows was slightly skewed. She didn’t have super vision or anything, she had just seen it closer than anyone had.

The airplane kept flying closer and closer to her house with every passing day. She felt something, she didn’t know what to call it, but suddenly she wanted to know what it felt like to fly, what it felt like to be on a higher ground and look at people passing by beneath her. Would she think of it as a privilege? A way to think of herself as better than the others? It was scary, to think of it.

A few days later, the plane stopped right in front of her house, as if it had heard the wish she had wished for silently. She got on the plane. The plane went in the air. It felt… nice. She didn’t know, she was unsure of how she felt. The thought of people passing by on the roads didn’t even cross her mind, she did not feel superior. As if sensing her discomfort, the plane flew a little lower than it should have.

She wanted to try again, and again, and again, until one day, the plane was almost touching the ground because it had flown lower and lower until she could adjust and figure out what she was feeling about flying. She noticed the plane’s distress too, she hated herself for being the reason the plane had to sacrifice so much. 3 months had passed, she still felt conflicted, as the plane grew tired, or at least that’s what she understood. What the plane was feeling was for it to tell, but it didn’t.

W stick figures guy! I’ll draw more tomorrow I don’t want to rn………….