[ Tim slips away from the hands on his shoulders, hopping down off the fence post. He’s eying the house in the distance to judge if he can escape this conversation by going inside.
No, but he should move anyway. Change the scenery. Change the tone. Find distractions instead of submitting to continued analysis.
Setting off aimlessly, Tim keeps his eyes peeled. The destination is wherever Bart isn’t, so they can’t tag team Pollyanna him. ]
I don’t know how to be anything else.
[ This is the trade. Little bits of himself until Kon’s satisfied or off on a tangent of Tim’s design.
He doesn’t say “I want to be, though.” He’s not really sure if it’s true. “I’m trying to give myself more space to be Tim.” is more accurate, but could lead to questions worse than when’s the last time he slept or is he avoiding the kitchen chairs. ]
It’s different this time. I can’t say to hell with the mission - we aren’t even in the right universe, Kon. If it was anyone else but him… if it wasn’t so long. Then Bruce wouldn’t make take a break. He thinks I’m gonna crack up like Jason…
[ He’s thinking about what he’s been trying to avoid thinking about, the Joker and everything that happened. His brain catches on the finer details because the big picture is too much. How hard the chair was. The congealed blood sticking him to the seat. The acrid taste of the gas. The metallic water in his mouth with the surface slipping further away.
His vision swims, and Tim stumbles to a stop physically and verbally. ]
no subject
No, but he should move anyway. Change the scenery. Change the tone. Find distractions instead of submitting to continued analysis.
Setting off aimlessly, Tim keeps his eyes peeled. The destination is wherever Bart isn’t, so they can’t tag team Pollyanna him. ]
I don’t know how to be anything else.
[ This is the trade. Little bits of himself until Kon’s satisfied or off on a tangent of Tim’s design.
He doesn’t say “I want to be, though.” He’s not really sure if it’s true. “I’m trying to give myself more space to be Tim.” is more accurate, but could lead to questions worse than when’s the last time he slept or is he avoiding the kitchen chairs. ]
It’s different this time. I can’t say to hell with the mission - we aren’t even in the right universe, Kon. If it was anyone else but him… if it wasn’t so long. Then Bruce wouldn’t make take a break. He thinks I’m gonna crack up like Jason…
[ He’s thinking about what he’s been trying to avoid thinking about, the Joker and everything that happened. His brain catches on the finer details because the big picture is too much. How hard the chair was. The congealed blood sticking him to the seat. The acrid taste of the gas. The metallic water in his mouth with the surface slipping further away.
His vision swims, and Tim stumbles to a stop physically and verbally. ]
I can’t crack up.