[ It’s not. It’s not okay. How can it possibly be okay when there’s so much wrong - he knows there’s so much wrong that needs to be relayed, but Tim can’t call up the information. It wouldn’t matter anyway, lost in the kaff kaff hnnnnnh kaff kaff hnnnnh.
He stops resisting the manipulation and only tenses twice. Once when he turns and a broken rib shifts. Most of the injuries can’t register simultaneously; too many nerves are screaming for attention. Again when the hand goes for his head. He doesn’t want to be hit, doesn’t want anything touching his face or head without the meager protection of the dumb ball cap. Where did it go? Presumably lost in the water.
The hat won’t be shoved back on, because it’s just us. Just Bart and Kon. It’s fine. He’s safe. He’s shivering, but that’s the breeze on soaked skin and clothes. He should do. do something. Take stock. Get through the pain and the shock and the laughing because the Joker’s not here. He’s not here. He’s on the boat and he’s going to take it out on everyone. ]
Chi-
[ Tim stupidly tries to sit up and talk and sinks back down again. Whatever muscles and bones just moved were evidently not supposed to, and the new coughing fit doesn’t stop until wretches up a mix of lake water and bile.
But after that, his breathing sounds better. Like he’s starting to get his breath back. Tim uses it on what’s important. ]
Chicago docks. Go.
[ It’s an order, despite being a whisper, and he absolutely expects them to leave him… wherever this is… to race off to Chicago. Like they said, he’s good. He can manage. He’ll call Oracle for backup. Good plan.
Shit. Barbara’s a chicken. He has his mask, right? He can walk. He got off the boat; he’ll manage. ]
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He stops resisting the manipulation and only tenses twice. Once when he turns and a broken rib shifts. Most of the injuries can’t register simultaneously; too many nerves are screaming for attention. Again when the hand goes for his head. He doesn’t want to be hit, doesn’t want anything touching his face or head without the meager protection of the dumb ball cap. Where did it go? Presumably lost in the water.
The hat won’t be shoved back on, because it’s just us. Just Bart and Kon. It’s fine. He’s safe. He’s shivering, but that’s the breeze on soaked skin and clothes. He should do. do something. Take stock. Get through the pain and the shock and the laughing because the Joker’s not here. He’s not here. He’s on the boat and he’s going to take it out on everyone. ]
Chi-
[ Tim stupidly tries to sit up and talk and sinks back down again. Whatever muscles and bones just moved were evidently not supposed to, and the new coughing fit doesn’t stop until wretches up a mix of lake water and bile.
But after that, his breathing sounds better. Like he’s starting to get his breath back. Tim uses it on what’s important. ]
Chicago docks. Go.
[ It’s an order, despite being a whisper, and he absolutely expects them to leave him… wherever this is… to race off to Chicago. Like they said, he’s good. He can manage. He’ll call Oracle for backup. Good plan.
Shit. Barbara’s a chicken. He has his mask, right? He can walk. He got off the boat; he’ll manage. ]