Didn't save me from getting on the radar, though. [Bruce really had to stop attracting all the super-obssessed criminal weirdos. Ra's had at least never actively tried to kill a Robin--yet.]
Yeah, just sending out some emails. Did you know most businesses in this place are owned privately?
...Let them choose. And Jason-- sometimes, it's not about being the 'best' or the most stable. [Tim exhales a bit.] Back in my world, my parents are dead. They were never around much. Even after he recovered, my dad was-- he was never really what I'd call 'stable'. But he was still my dad. I wouldn't have traded him for even Alfred. Family is different. After he died--[A soft hitch.] It was hard thinking about changing hands. I hired an actor to pose as my uncle to get the system off my back. I didn't want anyone replacing him and trying to control me. Control Robin.
[And that was the crux of it.] We're Robins. Damian's a Robin. A normal, stable household and life? It's not what we really need. I used to think I'd go back to being a civilian. But being Robin changes your whole world. It'll never be enough, knowing what I do now. Knowing I can help more.
Clark's great; and I'm sure there's plenty of non-smoking people who don't have a prison record. But he's not a Bat. He won't know him or Bruce or what it takes to be a mortal hero like we do.
Me either, clearly. Your lucky though, Old Ra's hates me. Sounds like he likes you to have saved you.
[ Oh, Tim if you only knew.]
Yeah, I know, apparently the version of me that was here before me, besides having a loud fucking mouth owned a private investigation service. Most of my friends are business owners.
[ Jason was quiet of course, listening to Tim as he sat in the large quiet house by himself, suddenly feeling like the small boy in the manor lost looking for which room was the bathroom. Clinging to Alfred to not be alone again... things he could never admit as an adult.
Part of him wanted to admit he could understand. That deep need to keep part of your parents alive. He lost Willis... he lost Catherine... then Shelia, fucking Shelia. He died for someone who sold him out just because he wanted to have a mothers love. ]
I don't know that much about our Tim's family life, I know his parents are dead to. I can't and wont judge you paying an actor, shit if I could have I would have. I'm the son of a bitch that choose to live on the streets rather than let the system take me. I get it, Timbers, I do. And you have a point. Robins have to stick together.
And Clark wouldn't understand, not with what Damian has gone through. Fuck... that's what Dick was trying to tell me. [ The sound of him sighing sinking on the couch could be heard. Remembering his fight with Dick before he left, how Damian needed his brothers. ]
I wont go, I'll keep my promise to Jon and Damian. Besides, Clark's already abandoned his son once, we don't need to see him become Super Robin if it happened again.
Yeah. Liked me enough to punt me through a window fifty floors up. [Tim snorts a bit.]
Yeah, we do. [Tim lets the quiet settle a bit. He hopes Jason keeps to it. It's not like he's any expert, but he meant what he said.]
My Damian didn't know how to shake people's hands. I really don't think Clark would know what to do. Nevermind remembering we're squishy little human beans who see and handle the worst of Gotham most days. [He was still Superman but he wasn't Dick Grayson.]
[He laughs a bit at the mental image.] Don't think it'd work, Supers are terrible at lurking in the shadows.
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Yeah, just sending out some emails. Did you know most businesses in this place are owned privately?
...Let them choose. And Jason-- sometimes, it's not about being the 'best' or the most stable. [Tim exhales a bit.] Back in my world, my parents are dead. They were never around much. Even after he recovered, my dad was-- he was never really what I'd call 'stable'. But he was still my dad. I wouldn't have traded him for even Alfred. Family is different. After he died--[A soft hitch.] It was hard thinking about changing hands. I hired an actor to pose as my uncle to get the system off my back. I didn't want anyone replacing him and trying to control me. Control Robin.
[And that was the crux of it.] We're Robins. Damian's a Robin. A normal, stable household and life? It's not what we really need. I used to think I'd go back to being a civilian. But being Robin changes your whole world. It'll never be enough, knowing what I do now. Knowing I can help more.
Clark's great; and I'm sure there's plenty of non-smoking people who don't have a prison record. But he's not a Bat. He won't know him or Bruce or what it takes to be a mortal hero like we do.
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[ Oh, Tim if you only knew.]
Yeah, I know, apparently the version of me that was here before me, besides having a loud fucking mouth owned a private investigation service. Most of my friends are business owners.
[ Jason was quiet of course, listening to Tim as he sat in the large quiet house by himself, suddenly feeling like the small boy in the manor lost looking for which room was the bathroom. Clinging to Alfred to not be alone again... things he could never admit as an adult.
Part of him wanted to admit he could understand. That deep need to keep part of your parents alive. He lost Willis... he lost Catherine... then Shelia, fucking Shelia. He died for someone who sold him out just because he wanted to have a mothers love. ]
I don't know that much about our Tim's family life, I know his parents are dead to. I can't and wont judge you paying an actor, shit if I could have I would have. I'm the son of a bitch that choose to live on the streets rather than let the system take me. I get it, Timbers, I do. And you have a point. Robins have to stick together.
And Clark wouldn't understand, not with what Damian has gone through. Fuck... that's what Dick was trying to tell me. [ The sound of him sighing sinking on the couch could be heard. Remembering his fight with Dick before he left, how Damian needed his brothers. ]
I wont go, I'll keep my promise to Jon and Damian. Besides, Clark's already abandoned his son once, we don't need to see him become Super Robin if it happened again.
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Yeah, we do. [Tim lets the quiet settle a bit. He hopes Jason keeps to it. It's not like he's any expert, but he meant what he said.]
My Damian didn't know how to shake people's hands. I really don't think Clark would know what to do. Nevermind remembering we're squishy little human beans who see and handle the worst of Gotham most days. [He was still Superman but he wasn't Dick Grayson.]
[He laughs a bit at the mental image.] Don't think it'd work, Supers are terrible at lurking in the shadows.
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[ Poor Timbers. AT least he's 85% less angry about being replaced, but Tim being replaced to kind of helps. Opps. ]
This one is highly educated, but I have a feeling Talia wasn't half as nice to him as she was to me. Which, is messed up.
[ He usually kept that kind of thought to himself, but no one else was home, and it was Tim. What doesn't Tim know?
Then Tim makes him laugh, and he needs a moment to get the laughter fully out before catching his breath.]
Oh god, your right. Picture Clark trying to imitate B.
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...Do I want to know how nice Talia was to you? [Tim's voice is mildly dubious, but well, Talia hasn't had the best record back home.]
I am, it's like watching a puppy try to bark.
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[ A man's death was very personal.]
She helped me when no one else would, she never gave up on me. That's all you need to know.
[ He didn't like to kiss and tell.]
Oh my God, your right, that's what it would be.
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Not strictly true, but sometimes all you need is the right place and time. [He supposes that applies for zombie pick ups and circus shows both.]
By the way, I found the papers you'll need to start meeting the kids' social workers. Sending it over. [A tap and the email is sent.]
Clean up nice, okay?
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[ He turns on speakerphone and pulls it from his face to open his email and look it over.]
Joy, I am so looking forward to this. [ Can you hear the sarcasam.]
Yeah, I'll dress to the nines, Timbo. Set up an apppointment for me okay?
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I'm about to go do some visits. Anything you want me to pick up for dinner?
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[ Jason listens to the movement before yawning.]
Yeah, bring home some tofu and some potatoes. I forgot them.... and some spice barbecue sauce.
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Alright, I'll hang up. Go get your beauty sleep-- you'll need it.
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[ He was still learning to cook with Tofu but, he liked a challenge.]
Yeah, right, I look better half dead. But, yeah I'm going to sleep. See you later Timbers.