Who: Tim and young!Dick What: Discussing the reappearance of Bruce. Where: Their room When: This morning Warnings: Minor Bat-angst and plenty of brotherly bonding to go around. /o/
So anyway. *hops down from checking the vent for cameras, sits on the dresser.* Bruce is back.
But he's not our Bruce, okay. Different timeline. AND I think just a different guy. So.
. . . he's here?
Kind of. Yeah.
He's not the Bruce I know. I think it might be a double thing. Like the Soras.
*watchin' you carefully*
*Not happy, no* So . . . it's possible he doesn't have the same history as the one we know? Because one of the Sora's said that his older double said he was different from the way his older self remembered being.
Yeah. Exactly.
Pretty sure he thinks he knows me, but. Been lookin' up stuff on the Batcomputer, and his Tim has a totally different life. Acts weird to me, too.
*quiet* You don't gotta do anything you don't want.
*Runs a hand through his hair* Is he from your time? Or . . .
Future, even. Two years ahead.
So he knows me as Nightwing too?
Yeah. You'd been here, what, five months, before I dropped in plus he knows a Nightwing where he's from. Dunno what the difference is.
Does he know I'm younger now . . . ?
*no hesitation* Yeah.
Does he . . . know anything about it?
. . . he ain't saying. Probably.
Hm . . .
Or maybe he just thinks he does. *grumbled a little*
What do you mean?
Ahh, he thinks he knows me. Like I'm some kinda little Robin-soldier gonna take orders an' no backtalk.
*EYEROLL*
. . . you shouldn't backtalk him.
................... *staring at you*
. . . what?
Yeah I should.
Who else is gonna?
=D
He's Batman. You don't talk back to Batman.
... yeah, I know. Just got ticked off I guess.
Why, what happened?
._. He was bein' a jerk.
. . . Guess I got used to havin' a different partner.
. . . is he really that different?
=/ From you, yeah. 'course. From our Batman?
. . . *really thinking*
Well of course he's different from me. *Smirk* I'm not Batman.
*grin* I know that.
... I guess he's, I dunno. Some different.
Should probably give it another shot. =|a Letcha know what I figure out.
. . . maybe I should just talk to him myself. *not liking that idea but . . . *
=/ If you want. I mean.
He's your adopt-o-dad too.
Well. The other one is.
Yeah . . . He really . . . took me back in, huh?
=|! Yes.
Yeah.
Seriously. Yeah. When I first saw you. I mean. Batman n' Robin. For like years.
*spreads hands like your names are on a marquee*
*Smiles but shakes his head* Well yeah, but . . . I meant Bruce. I mean it's not like he kicked me out or anything, but . . .
Oh. *thinkin'*
Alfred says so.
I kinda moved in after you moved out. But yeah. I never really even knew you were gone before. Seemed like you'd always been there.
. . . well Batman wouldn't make a big deal about it. I doubt anyone even noticed I was gone, except Two-Face and Captain Gordon.
Well yeah, exactly. 'Specially since you prob'ly got back so quick.
Doesn't seem like it's been so quick . . . *Shrug* Guess it might've felt like it for everyone else, though.
=|
*hops off!*
*sitting next to you.*
I bet he goes lookin' for you. You're just that hard to track down.
*sidelong look.* Begs you to come back.
. . . *snort* Yeah right. Batman doesn't beg.
*grin* Yeah, you're right. He prob'ly just acts like you never left.
Jerk.
*Shrugs and leans back against the wall* He's got more important things to worry about than some kid that got dumped on him.
=|!! Got dumped.
Nuh-uh. No way.
*Blink* What? I did.
o.O No.
He. You. He adopted you. You're partners.
Hey, Dick? =|
Yeah? :|
Batman wouldn'ta taken some kid just dumped on him.
Neither'd Bruce. Put him in an orphanage or a shelter or somethin'.
*Shrug* He felt bad. He watched a kid go through almost the same thing he did and he felt like he had to do something.
I mean I'm not saying he only did it 'cause of some obligation he thought he had, but . . . he never asked for a son.
... guess not. Don't think you ever asked for a Bruce, neither, though. So.
*Smirk* It's not really the same thing.
*smirk* Sure it is.
Y'know you said this, when I first got here, but, we all kinda let ourselves into the Cave. One way or another.
It just happened. Nobody asked for it. But nobody just got dumped there, neither.
*getting up, springboarding off the bed* 'Sgo get breakfast.
. . . *smiles and follows, adding in an extra flip just 'cause he can* I can see why he chose you to be Robin.
=|!
... y'think? cuz, uh.
'Cause what?
*lookin' away a little* =| ... he didn't. I kindaaaa.
Stole it.
o.O
Stole it how?
. . . The Robin suit. =D He let me keep it afterwards.
. . . you stole the Robin suit? o.o;
>.> he needed backup. Actually!
He, uh!
Went up 'gainst Two-Face. Which was totally my fight. So I stole the suit n' backed his play.
So y'know. Him firing you for backing him up 'gainst the same guy, that's just dumb. Obviously he learned better.
. . . well you obviously must've done better than me if he let you keep the suit.
... yeahhhh, that's debatable. =\ Also possible he just realized he wasn't getting ridda me.
............ not like we stopped ol' Puke-Face from killing a guy. or anything. ._.
*swallows hard* So ANYway. I was kinda alone after that myself, so.
*Hand on his shoulder* He wouldn't've made you Robin if he didn't think you could do it.
*hand!* Goes both ways, bro.
=T Not like he asked for a second son.
. . . guess not.
But, y'know, I never asked for a brother. *Smile* But I'm really glad I got one.
*startled! gratified!* =D!
ALSO goes both ways. =D Breakfast.
*arm 'round your shoulders on the way out. MY bro.*