Flashback: Brotherly something Who: Tim n' Dick (streetduck, originalward) What: An old Haley's Circus poster, forbidden by Bruce to ever be hung in the Manor as of approx. 12 years ago. Where: Wayne Manor, the nooks and crannies. When: A long time ago. Shortly after Nightwing returned from his lost year training, and barely after the two had even met. Why: We did this log awhile back. We're just making it canon because, well, it's cute, and we feel like it, and having the poster up may well seed some plots with Babs and Chip.
Tim: *Tim was just exploring. He does that. Know your territory, and also there is a LOT of territory here. =|* Tim: *closet rooting* Dick: *Also it's boring sitting around in a giant mansion with nothing to do :|* Tim: *huh, Bruce trained in Japan, why am I not surprised* Dick: *Also in FLORIDA wrestling ALLIGATORS in a CARNIVAL* Dick: *will never ever get over that* Tim: *huh, Indian corporate executives send weird souvenier gifts* Tim: *huh, Alfred has basically gotten a tie for his birthday every year for FOREVER* Tim: *huh, should probably not be in Alfred's spare closet but they all look the same* Tim: *.... !!!* Tim: *these sweater-vests are my size* Tim: *but gee are they dorky* Tim: *hey, it's weights outside of the gym, what makes these special?* Tim: *hey, what's in the tube* Tim: ... ... ... Tim: o_____o Tim: *whoa.* Tim: .. .. ... *just gonna. put those back in there.* Tim: .... .... *filches* Tim: *sneaks back into own room in all the sneaky ways* =| Tim: *that's going up in back of the closet, yes it is* Tim: o.o Dick: *And if Dick ever found out, he ttly would've given Tim permission to just put them up in his room :<* Tim: *but no, better that nobody knows I did this. =| it's probably not allowed. ._.* Tim: *why else would it have been back there. ._.* Dick: *Because Bruce is a dick. :|* Tim: *._. I dunno about that.* Dick: *Okay sometimes. :|* Tim: *keeps it a secret anyway. Totally new here. Don't wanna do anything against the rules, might get kicked out.*
Dick: *Until one day Dick's rummaging through the closet for something he hid in there forever ago* Tim: *And Tim's in the kitchen eating cereal this morning, Alfred all making the master's breakfast* Dick: *Comes in holding the poster and a little confuzzled* Hey, Alfred, I thought you hid these in your room. *stealing a banana* Tim: *CHOKE* Tim: What were you doing in my closet!? Tim:I mean. Tim: o////o Tim: *oh hi there cereal, you are my bff* Dick: *And Alfred quietly excuses himself to see if Master Bruce will be eating breakfast this morning and casually mentioning that he's glad to be driving Master Timothy to school today so they can have an encore discussion about snooping.* Tim: *screw the snooping talk round six, barely listening* Tim: *checking out Dick, corner of the eye, gauging, gauging* Tim: Y'know nobody cared when I nicked your sweaters. Dick: . . . you took my sweaters? Tim: . . . you didn't notice? Dick: I figured they were new. Bruce and Alfred aren't exactly the hand-me-down types. Tim: I guess they all do look the same. =|b *munch munch* Dick: *Putting the poster down on the table in front of you* So care to tell me what you were doing in Alfred's closet? Tim: he has like six!! Tim: How was I supposed to know the third one in the second guest room was special. Dick: You shouldn't be snooping around in closets anyway. Most people would've figured that out after the first time. Tim: I wasn't snooping around Tim: I was exploring. Dick: Poking around closets you know belong to other people is snooping. Dick: And taking stuff from them that doesn't belong to you *tapping the poster* is stealing. Tim: I didn't- *cutting off at the second line.* Tim: *swallow.* . . . sorry. I figured-- *getting a good look at it.* Tim: ... sorry. Tim: Geez. Like I wouldn'ta given it back any second if I figured. =| Dick: If you figured then you wouldn't've taken them in the first place. Tim: well yeah. Thought if I hid it... Dick: Stealing is stealing, whether you get caught or not. *Taking the poster and rolling it back up* And if you'd actually bothered to really think about it then maybe you would've realized that there was a reason they were stuck at the back of Alfred's closet and not up on the walls or at my loft. Tim: Of course I thought about it!! Tim: >| I thought about it all the time. Why d'you think Bruce 'r Alfred never found out? 'snot cause they're real big on privacy! Dick: *Crossing arms, that eyebrow says "And you're one to talk?"* Tim: 'cause I hid it. Good. *mutter* Still better'n... Dick: *Pfft* If I found it, Bruce would've found it eventually. Tim: ... You still ain't said what you were doin' in the back of my closet, behind six mini-tuxedos an' a purposely busted lightbulb. =| Tim: not that I care. *munch* Just makin' a point. Dick: My closet. Tim: My room. Dick: Now. Tim: *shrug* Dick: *Grabbing himself some cereal to slice up the rest of the banana in* I didn't exactly have a lot of time to pack when I left. I needed to make sure I got everything out of there. Tim: *shrug again* Tim: Bruce ain't found it in a year, I figure whatever rule I broke stickin' it up gets paid back bein' sneaky enough to hide it good. Sorry I nicked your stuff. Tim: Just. Dick: *Watching you carefully* Dick: He hasn't found it in twelve years. 'Cause not even he's stupid enough to go snooping around Alfred's closets. Tim: *mouth twitch. well guess who didn't get caught doing THAT. schooling features quick.* Dick: But you're not Alfred, and the sooner you learn that the better for your health. Tim: *okay, now a little resentful. no, I'm SNEAKIER than Alfred. =||* Dick: *Back to paying attention to his breakfast* And if I were you, I'd either put that *pointing the spoon at the poster* back where I found it or ask Alfred to help you hide it before Bruce finds out. Dick: *Yes he's partially looking out for his own ass here* Tim: !! Tim: =| Really? I mean-- Tim: you aren't takin' it? Dick: *Shrug* I have one. Tim: well yeahbut Tim: =( they're all yours. Tim: I was just. y'know. Tim: *mutter* keepin' it up there. Dick: . . . Dick: *Li'l smile. Really little. And leaning back to prop up his feet on the table. His manners have become atrocious after living without Alfred for a year* I don't know what you're talking about, kid. All my Haley's posters got thrown out. Tim: . . . *a pause as he contemplates this, and that's just wrong* =[ *... but wait, that means* Tim: ... got it. Tim: *clatter! breakfast done, bowl to the sink is just another byproduct of training, gotta get to school, yep* Dick: *Giving a spoonwave and will hide the poster 'til Alfred's back and ask him to put it up somewhere for you where Bruce won't find it* Dick: *Someday he'll tell you the story behind all that, but that'll have to wait 'til you're done feeling each other out* Tim: *yeah right, taking it NOW while Alfred's cornering Bruce into cereal n' yogurt* Tim: *you'll probably notice how careful he is in handling it while still moving fast* Dick: *Appreciates it* Tim: *are you kidding at this point it is one of maybe two valuable things Tim Drake owns* Dick: *But no more snooping 8|* Tim: *Sure thing, scoped out the whole place in month one anyway =|b* Dick: *Still hasn't seen the inside of some of the rooms :|a* Dick: *May someday ask you what Alfred's bedroom looks like :|a* Tim: *they all start to look the same after awhile* Tim: *... yes, alright. Except that one.*