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metalogs2022-07-24 01:23 pm
mostdangerousbird) wrote in metalogs2022-07-24 01:23 pm
[OPEN] When the cure's as bad as the cold.
Who: Tim Drakemostdangerousbird
What: Robin is lovingly and semi-willingly forced to get out of Central City toget the fuck out of Joker's way recuperate in Little Love
When: Approximately July 4-20ish
Where: In and around Little Love, and the guild residence of Bart Allen
Content Warnings: Possible discussion of the Joker, assault, and mental health.
[ OOC: These are meant to be loose scenarios rather than absolutely precise starters. If you can't figure out a way to bounce off one of them, please let me know and I'll do something more direct for you. ]
The First 72 Hours
[ He is a predictably bad patient, made worse by the fact that his body's newfound ability to heal has him semi-mobile even before he's even brought to Little Love. Tim isn't trying to consciously self-sabotage the healing process, but he hasn't let himself fall asleep since he got here, although he knows that he'd heal more if he did. The ibuprofen and caffeine supplies are going down quickly, when no one's looking.
Retreats to the guestroom are strategic, and Tim doesn't bother to pretend otherwise to friends. Any excuses would result in offerings of alternative solutions or arguments, and he wants neither.
What he wants is distraction or escape from his own head. When all else fails, he wants to curl up where he can't be observed. For the first few days, Tim swings unpredictably between the two.
If it's the former, he can be found anywhere on the grounds of Bart's little farm at all hours. While he'll stick close to the house, he won't run inside if someone drops by for a visit. He won't run anywhere, actually, because Tim's trying to mask the limp, but he also won't resist any idea or hug. He's using up all of his spoons on covering up the worst of the damage: everything else is pliant drifting through the day. ]
Day 3-10
[ Tim is increasingly feeling cooped up. Yes, worse than the chickens. Yes, he gets it - he's a birdie too, ha ha.
(HaHAhaHAhA)
He can't sit still, and so spends a lot of time walking around Little Love, now that he's healed enough to not limp. Most of the time, there's at least one friend with him, but not always. The town is fine, in a stereotypically small Midwest town sort of way. He's never lived anywhere where the downtown was practically one intersection, and the houses are all singles. The tall building is 5 stories, and a bunch of side streets don't have a sidewalk.
Really, he feels a bit like Spock on an away mission, especially when he encounters a buckeye at the local greasy spoon, or that the bakery is closed on the weekends. Huh. The library, too, is so much smaller than he's used to, although the librarian is kind enough to offer to get the books in from the big branch in the nearest city.
Maybe you find him looking perplexed, as a farmer tries to explain why the cornfield on the right side of the street is superior to the left side.
Maybe you find him reading and re-reading a flier for a kegger on the riverbank with an increasingly furrowed brow.
Maybe you try to forcibly piggy-back him home because he hasn't slept in 32 hours over his protests that, really, this is not necessary. ]
Day 11-14
[ But after awhile, Tim is just done with this town and desperately seeking a signal that it's safe to go back to Central City, where he can get espresso at 2 am and no one will judge him.
He's still venturing out, but more time is spent aggressively typing away at something on his laptop rather than making friends with the locales. Back to the wall, privacy film on the screen, one key window-swapping sort of typing. His conversations increasingly revolve around when he gets home and how he's starting to feel like taking this much vacation will lead more work when he returns. ]
mostdangerousbird What: Robin is lovingly and semi-willingly forced to get out of Central City to
When: Approximately July 4-20ish
Where: In and around Little Love, and the guild residence of Bart Allen
Content Warnings: Possible discussion of the Joker, assault, and mental health.
[ OOC: These are meant to be loose scenarios rather than absolutely precise starters. If you can't figure out a way to bounce off one of them, please let me know and I'll do something more direct for you. ]
The First 72 Hours
[ He is a predictably bad patient, made worse by the fact that his body's newfound ability to heal has him semi-mobile even before he's even brought to Little Love. Tim isn't trying to consciously self-sabotage the healing process, but he hasn't let himself fall asleep since he got here, although he knows that he'd heal more if he did. The ibuprofen and caffeine supplies are going down quickly, when no one's looking.
Retreats to the guestroom are strategic, and Tim doesn't bother to pretend otherwise to friends. Any excuses would result in offerings of alternative solutions or arguments, and he wants neither.
What he wants is distraction or escape from his own head. When all else fails, he wants to curl up where he can't be observed. For the first few days, Tim swings unpredictably between the two.
If it's the former, he can be found anywhere on the grounds of Bart's little farm at all hours. While he'll stick close to the house, he won't run inside if someone drops by for a visit. He won't run anywhere, actually, because Tim's trying to mask the limp, but he also won't resist any idea or hug. He's using up all of his spoons on covering up the worst of the damage: everything else is pliant drifting through the day. ]
Day 3-10
[ Tim is increasingly feeling cooped up. Yes, worse than the chickens. Yes, he gets it - he's a birdie too, ha ha.
(HaHAhaHAhA)
He can't sit still, and so spends a lot of time walking around Little Love, now that he's healed enough to not limp. Most of the time, there's at least one friend with him, but not always. The town is fine, in a stereotypically small Midwest town sort of way. He's never lived anywhere where the downtown was practically one intersection, and the houses are all singles. The tall building is 5 stories, and a bunch of side streets don't have a sidewalk.
Really, he feels a bit like Spock on an away mission, especially when he encounters a buckeye at the local greasy spoon, or that the bakery is closed on the weekends. Huh. The library, too, is so much smaller than he's used to, although the librarian is kind enough to offer to get the books in from the big branch in the nearest city.
Maybe you find him looking perplexed, as a farmer tries to explain why the cornfield on the right side of the street is superior to the left side.
Maybe you find him reading and re-reading a flier for a kegger on the riverbank with an increasingly furrowed brow.
Maybe you try to forcibly piggy-back him home because he hasn't slept in 32 hours over his protests that, really, this is not necessary. ]
Day 11-14
[ But after awhile, Tim is just done with this town and desperately seeking a signal that it's safe to go back to Central City, where he can get espresso at 2 am and no one will judge him.
He's still venturing out, but more time is spent aggressively typing away at something on his laptop rather than making friends with the locales. Back to the wall, privacy film on the screen, one key window-swapping sort of typing. His conversations increasingly revolve around when he gets home and how he's starting to feel like taking this much vacation will lead more work when he returns. ]
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[Like he always does. The answer comes out automatically and without thought. It's a habitually thing to say than a honest indicator about how he's really been. He's still not one to regularly open up emotionally]
I should be asking you how you've been.
[Which is true. Part of Jason feels guilty for spending so much time wallowing without checking on Tim first]
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[ The response is just as quick and rote as Jason’s. If it were Bruce, Kon, Bart - it would be flatter. But for Jason, especially one from another universe, there’s a hint of a challenge.
They both know that no one’s fine where the Joker is concerned. ]
I apparently heal now. Nothing’s broken. Not that B will listen.
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Like he ever listens to anyone.
[Then there's a pause as he considers what to say next]
I know about the healing. I saw the livestream too.
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[ From the original mindset that Robin is supposed to be an urban legend to that. A level of exposure that he’s never had to deal with. His screw up puts everyone who engaged with the Joker at risk. Doubly so if they’re unaffiliated like he is.
The shame and humiliation is as difficult to deal with as the memories. But Tim sits on the bed and refuses to curl in front of Jason. He can be at least as strong as Jason. So he just nods, back and shoulders straight as if sitting at attention. ]
Thanks for distracting him. I know how … I’d never ask you for that.
[ Engaging the Joker, after everything the clown’s down, can only be seen as a gift. Tim owes Jason now. Siccing his friends on his brother isn’t part of the repayment. ]
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The bastard had you and something needed to be done. Nothing good was gonna come out just watching.
[Jason doesn't want Tim to think he owes him anything. They're supposed to be family, aren't they? Or at least fellow Robins]
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[ No need to hide that he’s watched it from Jason. Of course he’s watched it. ]
You have more right than anyone to not engage, and your engaging was worth more than anyone’s. The only person who would’ve thrown him off more is B, but if he’d known Batman was watching, he’d have killed me. But you - you…
[ Tim has to force himself to break off the analysis. What’s cathartic for him is potentially traumatizing to Jason. They’re not wired the same way. It makes Tim feel better to scrutinize every angle. To rip it apart and consume the information repeatedly until he’s got a plan. ]
I got into this to be a stabilizing force, not destabilizing.
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[His tone is serious but there's not a hint of regret in what he did. Traumatized or not, someone needed help. It was simple as that]
It was a team effort. You gave us clues to rescue you. We wouldn't have found you if it weren't for that.
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It's a little too dark. ]
Thanks.
[ He nods again, and he looks sheepishly lost for a moment. Does he have to give a full report? No, Batman would've said if he wanted Tim to give Jason details. He's free to avoid talking about the Joker entirely, and he's been stockpiling non sequiturs as ammo for days. ]
Have you seen the chicken shepherd Godzilla?
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Plus, it's a fair question]
... So that wasn't my sleep-deprived brain playing with me.
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[ The words are right, but there’s a spark still missing that Tim can’t pin down. Can’t replicate this intrinsic piece that should be there, riding some thrill of holy Toledo, there’s a B-movie in Little Love. ]
You should’ve seen the impact tremors.
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"Hang out?" As in just communing with them and not making them into his lunch?
[It's kinda funny. Life finds a way to surprise someone no matter how deeply entrenched they are in the superhero world]
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Maybe he appreciates that a healthy hen will provide a significant amount more protein through eggs over the course of its life than with the end of its life? I don't know - chickens and giant lizards aren't my field.
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Fair enough. Guess it's a good thing he's settled out here than at a city. Imagine all the constant clean-ups we would have to do.
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[ He had thought this topic would have so much more juice. Thought they’d run it into the ground with joking about how crazy it would be and hypothesizing specific hilarious instances of what could happen with Gojira loose in Gotham.
Now that he’s in the conversation, Tim is forced to admit that he has no energy to spin this out as a distraction and no stomach to cut to the chase. ]
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[It's awkward. Jason senses it. He knows he's not good at having family conversations. It's been too many years and too much pain. Plus, before the Confluence he never expected to have younger siblings. But still, he is concerned about how Tim's recovering. He's just not sure how to go about with the pace]