Damian Wayne (grownup_robin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-08-10 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, damian wayne (robin), tim drake (red robin) |
Who: Damian Wayne and Tim Drake
What: Damian freaks Tim out a little
When: Backdated: Beginning of July. Afternoon
Where: Coffee Shop
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete!
Finally, after doing some research and visiting various schools, Damian finally decided on a college to apply to and had spent the morning at the admissions office, filling out various applications and forms. A few months ago he wouldn’t have thought it was possible for him to take college classes, but after he’d received the money his mother had had put aside, which he was still wondering where exactly it had come from, he was able to do a lot of things that he hadn’t thought he would. Not only was he registering for college classes, but he and Bran were going to be moving into their own place soon and now he would be able to pitch in for the rent instead of the Starks paying for it all. These were two things he was really looking forward to. Now only if he could get a date or something. Then things would be even better.
After leaving the campus, he decided to stop at a coffee shop nearby and after parking his car, which he had recently bought, he headed inside and got in line.
Tim had just finished up with meeting Buffy at the college when he decided he was in desperate need of caffeine. All of this was starting to give him a headache, and supposedly caffeine was supposed to cure it. Though sometimes he questioned that theory, caffeine often brought it back when not had. So really, how legit could it be? Whatever the case, he didn’t care. He was having a bad morning as it were, though he’d put on a kind face for the girl. He was just upset. Two people he needed to tutor whom he didn’t feel yet were going to take it seriously. His passing was based on their success, and he was on unstable grounds.
He was also in the middle of feeling a little sorry for himself when Damian came in to the shop. His mother had literally lost her mind, he’d been forced to help take care of her; because who else would? And yet he was being punished. At least it felt that way. He already felt punished enough when she died. It was like a dagger to the heart.
Tim stood distractedly by himself with his coffee, black, one cream no sugar and watched the crowd distantly. Not focusing on one from the other. Not really caring.
As he moved through the short line and ordered his drink, Damian wasn’t really paying attention to anyone else in the shop and moved to wait for his drink to be made. While he waited, he glanced at his phone, checking if he’d gotten any texts or anything between leaving the school and arriving at the coffee shop. Putting his phone back into his pocket, he happened to glance up and noticed the kid who stood nearby, but didn’t pay too much attention as his name was called at almost the same time. As he turned to take his drink from the barista, a face flashed into his mind and his blue eyes widened. Tim!
Drink in hand, he turned back towards the boy and couldn’t help but stare a little. Somehow he had thought that if Tim was real, he’d look older. Not too much older, but just a little, considering Dick was in his mid twenties, Damian had thought that Tim would be early twenties, but as he watched him, he couldn’t help but think that he looked like he was in his teens and he started to doubt that this really was Tim, but he looked exactly like he did in his dreams.
Tim wasn’t expecting anyone so he too didn’t get really pay much attention to his surroundings, that is until he went to claim his drink. Then there was a guy staring at him. At first he ignored it, but when he went back to his table, Damian was still looking in his direction and he raised an eyebrow.
“Something on my face, or what?” He asked once he finally worked up the nerve to respond to it. The staring was starting to bug him a little.
“What?” Crap, Damian had known he was staring, but he’d been too surprised to really use any sort of caution. Some ninja he was. “No. Sorry. You just…” He couldn’t tell him that he dreamt about him or that he was supposed to be older or was his adopted brother or any of that, because he’d certainly think that Damian was crazy and who could blame him? “I thought you were someone else.” As he continued looking in Tim’s direction, he was half tempted to take a look around the shop just to make sure that Jason wasn’t hiding somewhere too. That was just what the OC needed, all four of the Robins or former Robins in the same place.
He raised an eyebrow at that. “You’re the one staring at me. You explain.” Tim said with a hint of confusion. The way the guy was watching him was starting to creep him out. He tried his coffee despite it all and made a face. “Tastes like sludge…” He commented, mentally noting from now on to stick to tea and stare at whoever claimed coffee was actually a good thing. “Apparently that happens often from what I hear around here. “ He still watched Damian back warily.
“Right. Well, there’s a guy I know who looks like you.” If Damian weren’t so shocked at seeing Tim, he’d probably laugh at the fact that the other boy’s attitude was more like his own dream selves, however dream Damian would have threatened to stab anyone who was staring at him the way he was currently staring at Tim. “Yeah, coffee does kind of suck sometimes, but I still choke it down when I need it.”
Tim was not the stabbing sort, but he was the sort that didn’t care much for all the attention being on him. It made him uncomfortable, and so he shifted some. “Think I’ll stick to tea.” He commented offhandedly. “Who are you then?”
“Damian Wayne.” He contemplated whether or not to tell Dick about this just yet. Damian had told Dick about Tim, but he hadn’t dreamt about him yet. Dick was still Robin in his dreams and he didn’t want Dick to say anything to Tim about being his adoptive brother or anything at least until Tim started dreaming. Damian’s dream counterpart wouldn’t have been so cautious, which was one of the main differences between Damian and his dream self.
Tim had little idea about the dreams, except that people seemed very open about them on the network. However he still wasn’t convinced that they were entirely sane. There must have been something wrong with at least half of them. Who else spills their dreams to any old stranger on the internet? Weren’t those meant to be personal? Tim raised an eyebrow at the name and shrugged. “Tim Drake. You keep staring at me..” He normally didn’t point these things out, but Damian wasn’t stopping, and it was creeping him out.
If Damian hadn’t been sure that this was Tim before, that confirmed it. “Yeah, like I said, you just look like someone I know. Thought you were him.” Which was part true except that Tim was him, “Sorry I weirded you out there. I didn’t mean to do that.” If anyone was weirded out, it was Damian. He couldn’t be completely sure, but he was pretty sure that he was older than Tim.
“It’s fine. “ He really wasn’t sure how else to react to that. What else was he supposed to say? He put down the coffee and shrugged. He didn’t know Damian, what else was there to be said? “So..” He tried anyway, not sure if Damian had been making all this up because he was lonely and wanted to talk, or what.
“So yeah, I should probably get going and not weird you out any more.” Truthfully, Damian wanted to find out about Tim’s real life story, but that would be even stranger than his staring at Tim the way he had. Once Tim started dreaming it’d be easier to talk to him without causing the other Robin to think he was crazy.
Tim really wasn’t the sort to open up about his life story to a total stranger, so yes that would have been odd. Probably a little more than off putting. “It’s fine, it seems this place just naturally has that effect..it’s..not just you.” He offered with a shrug and nodded to that. “I need to be going soon anyway. Tutoring appointments to get to.”
Now that didn’t surprise Damian much at all. Even in the dreams Tim was pretty much a genius; after all he’d figured out who Batman and Robin were. The Gotham police couldn’t even do that. “Right. Well, I won’t keep you.” Waving, Damian turned and headed out of the coffee shop, wondering what it would be like once Tim started dreaming.