Who: Tim and Dawn What: After Christmas visits. When: Once the high has worn off. Where: Her room. Warnings: TBA, who knows.
Tim was making an effort. In all honesty everything Xander and Buffy had done really only made him mad. They weren't the reason he was trying to fix things. He was trying to fix them because he hadn't realized how distant he'd become, how much he pushed Dawn away after they all got their normal lives back. He'd been next to silent, save for breaking and entering one Ron Weasley's room. But other then that? Nothing. He absolutely hated this world. He knew if roles had been switched and it was Dick in Xander's position with someone who was screwing with him intentional or not? He'd have reacted the same way. So he couldn't blame them, but that didn't mean he had to like it. That didn't mean it did any good. It only made him want to close up further, and just end it before it got messy. Messier even. But he liked Dawn, really liked her. So he was going to try and make it work. He was going to try and be the open, approachable boyfriend he was supposed to be.
Something was going to have to change, his entire personality would. It was scary, scarier than anyone would ever know. Tim had always been the quiet more introvert member of the bat-family. Opening up in the aftermath of the tragedy that had been his life the past year was going to be incredibly uncomfortable. But Dawn was worth it, he wanted to make things right with her. She didn't deserve to be pushed aside because he had some deep rooted Bat-dysfunction that meant brooding and chaos. She deserved so much more. The real him. The one who got lost between the lines of Tim and Robin. He stood infront of her door for what seemed like an eternity before he knocked. Pushing some black bangs from his face, he folded his arms uncomfortably and waited. He didn't know why he was so surprised he'd caused a train wreck, he always did. Just usually it wasn't on a personal level. Tim was supposed to be the quiet, reserved boy genius. In this world he felt like a bit of a joke, and behind it there was anger. So much anger and frustration. Steph was older then him. Demons had tortured him, and he couldn't even see doing anything to fight them.
He wished Dick were there now more then ever. He would know how to fix this. Flying solo with bad guys was one thing. Bad guys he could handle, girls were another thing all together..