Barbara Gordon (alwaysabat) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-03-05 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon/oracle, tim wayne/robin |
Who: Barbara Gordon and Tim Wayne
What: Coffee and talking
When: Backdated to Thursday
Where: Apartment 107 - Tim Wayne's home
Why: Becuase Tim needs hugs and they should talk.
Status: Closed, incomplete
She had to admit that the apartments in this complex were nice. It wasn't really home, but given that she'd been here for all of a few days, she knew that it was a fair assessment. The wheelchair say off to the side, abandoned as Barbara sipped her coffee on the couch, having pulled her legs around her. It made her feel more normal to be able to at least position herself normally. Comfortably. Granted it wasn't something she did normally. When was the last time she'd been able to slow down enough to have a cup of coffee that wasn't at her kitchen table or the hub.
Her eyes lingered on Tim for several moments. The young man looked tired. She had questions. How long he'd been here, what had happened. She wanted to know how he was, because very clearly he was not telling her the whole story with the statement that he was 'fine'. It was that stubbornnes. She hated it. Granted she had the trait herself...
She smiled taking the mug from her hands and holding it - it was warm against her skin. Part of her was already planning. What she had, what she'd need to get, including an apartment of her own... "This is good," She said with a smile. "So. Do you want to tell me what's going on? I can't read your mind, I do need a run down," she tried to seem unassuming, but she really did need to know... she was worried about him