Tim Wayne(Robin) (red_bird) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-04-01 00:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | dawn summers, tim wayne/robin |
Who: Tim and Dawn
What: post fight cute things.
When: uhm..post fight.
Where:Her room.
Warnings: tba. Teenagery antics.
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
It was weird. He didn't end up going to the gym or the party afterward. Infact, he talked to Steph without feeling like he wanted to yell at her for the first time since she arrived. They had a normal conversation. Well normal for them anyway. He felt bad that it bothered Dawn that his family picked on him, but that's what family did. Especially bat-family. They were all known for being eccentric or colorful. Him especially. Literally speaking with his red and black Robin threads. So he signed off and tried not to think about their conversation much further than it actually was. He wasn't ready to figure out where they were at romantically. If there was anything. Or if it was to complicated. He just wanted to shut down his over active thought process for a while and let the post fight fuzz kick in like he'd said on the boards. It wasn't all true what he'd said, part of it was an excuse to get away before he over thought and over complicated things. His mind wasn't set enough to do it sanely so he made a smart tactical get away excuse.
Grabbing hot and ice and heat packs for Dawn he also grabbed a couple drinks, and a bag of ice for his own hands which were starting to swell. Those demons were tougher than he thought. He felt it through the Kevlar the ones he did hit. He was grateful that he'd thought to bring many batterangs and didn't have to hit them all free hand or it'd be worse then just bruising. He really thought Dawn should eat things, but if he was almost blood drained by a Hell God he was pretty sure he wouldn't feel to hungry either. So this time he let it slide, infact he wasn't all that hungry after fighting all her disgusting minions. So soda was enough. Maybe in the morning he'd find it in him to whine at Babs to make them breakfast or something. Babs was good at being the comforting rock for him. Rocks were needed. The fight had been interesting, and he'd caught Clark's beating of Glory out of the corner of his eyes. With him there, he knew things couldn't have gone to badly south. Especially the way he pounded on that bitch.
Lost in a loopy whirlwind of thought Tim kicked at Dawn's door with his toe, realizing he had no actual hands to open it up or knock like a normal person he frowned. "It's me."