[ Tim doesn’t have much of an opportunity to respond what with both of them storming off in opposite directions.
He does, however, slot something in between Kon’s shots. ]
No, my first thought was cow-tipping, but I’m too nice to cows!
[ Because of Bat-Cow, really. Thanks, Damian, for ruining cow-tipping before it can even happen.
But the Dollar General and the Kents… that hits. That hurts, because Walmart wasn’t name dropped as a financial commentary. It’s the store that Tim knows is reliably rural and open late.
Tim’s used money and family name to control things in Gotham, same as Bruce. Same as Dick in Blüdhaven. But - not to make his friends feel like shit. And not to attack the Kents.
He feels like shit. Small, embarrassed, ashamed. But also furious and deeply hurt to be taken - mistaken - that badly by his best friend. It just piles onto this growing feeling with Bart and this farm that Tim’s somehow losing them again.
Not just because they’re both being stupid and sticking their fingers in sockets. No… because they’re too different. (They’re not. They’re not.
Tim doesn’t stop until he finds an unoccupied space. Room, porch, pantry. Whatever. Somewhere to breathe. And drink. ]
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He does, however, slot something in between Kon’s shots. ]
No, my first thought was cow-tipping, but I’m too nice to cows!
[ Because of Bat-Cow, really. Thanks, Damian, for ruining cow-tipping before it can even happen.
But the Dollar General and the Kents… that hits. That hurts, because Walmart wasn’t name dropped as a financial commentary. It’s the store that Tim knows is reliably rural and open late.
Tim’s used money and family name to control things in Gotham, same as Bruce. Same as Dick in Blüdhaven. But - not to make his friends feel like shit. And not to attack the Kents.
He feels like shit. Small, embarrassed, ashamed. But also furious and deeply hurt to be taken - mistaken - that badly by his best friend. It just piles onto this growing feeling with Bart and this farm that Tim’s somehow losing them again.
Not just because they’re both being stupid and sticking their fingers in sockets. No… because they’re too different. (They’re not. They’re not.
Tim doesn’t stop until he finds an unoccupied space. Room, porch, pantry. Whatever. Somewhere to breathe. And drink. ]