Mar 23
I'm really interested to see where interdimensional crisis daycare is going
There's a heavy, bulky-looking bundle wrapped up in an emergency blanket cradled in against the yellow bandoliers crisscrossing the black and green chest of Tim's suit and half-draped in that long green cape. Even barely-conscious, he's curled around that bundle like it's something either gossamer-delicate or violently explosive; like it could shatter with a breath or blow up the whole damn world if he handled it wrong.
The bundle makes a fussy little sound and squirms.
Tim stares up at him, expression obviously glassy-eyed and blurry even past that unfamiliar mask, and obviously a lot of other things too.
