[ Krypto with his favorite manhole cover. Tim hiccups a laugh against his will. ]
That should be more insulting, but Krypto’s a good dog.
[ So it’s kind of flattering, really. Tim gets that it’s meant to be a silly positive, and it buoys him. Floats him past all the things he hasn’t solved yet - how to sleep through the night, why they’re here in this other universe, why the Alliance rubs him the wrong way, why he can’t stop crying even though Kon got him to laugh. It drifts past him and doesn’t drag him down in an eddy. ]
I’m feeling it. I can’t stop feeling it, that’s the problem.
[ All this talk about solving things has him thinking about reducing the problem down to something he’s dealt with before. Dissecting the hurt to deal with the more manageable chunks.
He’s felt like he’d never be the same again… oh, so many times now. How did he fix it then? Throwing himself into a pair of tights to work through it, which no one’s letting him do. Lockjawing on the grief until the universe gave him back just enough for it to be manageable again. Luck. Running away.
That’s not a piece he can fix. Nor is the Joker. He’s failing at this, and he hates it. ]
I know that’s the point you’re trying to make, but I don’t know how to do what you’re asking. Even when my dad died, I had work to do. I spent weeks building the Eddie Drake persona. I didn’t just sit on a farm feeling -
[ Something clicks and he shuts up, instantly. He’s gone too far. He’s an idiot. Kon’s gotten through the worst times of his life on farms. Tim scrubs his face and breaks the hug. ]
I’m sorry. I’m bad at Kansas. It’s probably the best place for the majority of people; I’m the outlier.
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That should be more insulting, but Krypto’s a good dog.
[ So it’s kind of flattering, really. Tim gets that it’s meant to be a silly positive, and it buoys him. Floats him past all the things he hasn’t solved yet - how to sleep through the night, why they’re here in this other universe, why the Alliance rubs him the wrong way, why he can’t stop crying even though Kon got him to laugh. It drifts past him and doesn’t drag him down in an eddy. ]
I’m feeling it. I can’t stop feeling it, that’s the problem.
[ All this talk about solving things has him thinking about reducing the problem down to something he’s dealt with before. Dissecting the hurt to deal with the more manageable chunks.
He’s felt like he’d never be the same again… oh, so many times now. How did he fix it then? Throwing himself into a pair of tights to work through it, which no one’s letting him do. Lockjawing on the grief until the universe gave him back just enough for it to be manageable again. Luck. Running away.
That’s not a piece he can fix. Nor is the Joker. He’s failing at this, and he hates it. ]
I know that’s the point you’re trying to make, but I don’t know how to do what you’re asking. Even when my dad died, I had work to do. I spent weeks building the Eddie Drake persona. I didn’t just sit on a farm feeling -
[ Something clicks and he shuts up, instantly. He’s gone too far. He’s an idiot. Kon’s gotten through the worst times of his life on farms. Tim scrubs his face and breaks the hug. ]
I’m sorry. I’m bad at Kansas. It’s probably the best place for the majority of people; I’m the outlier.