grab your hat, get your coat, the cellar door is an open throat (open/closed)

[overlyprecocious]

Who: Tim Drake overlyprecocious, others
What: catch-all post for late April/early May. some post-Jason fight things.
When: late April, early May
Where: Dick's apartment, other places tbd
Content Warnings: dissociation, references to childhood neglect and abuse, (so far) light reference to food insecurity

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[codicies]

Dylan smiles at that, pocketing his phone as he reads Jason's text. "I hear that. I thought I was an only child for a long time."

He's not really sure how much you're supposed to share. What's the appropriate amount of Sharing Tragic Backstory?

"Turns out I had siblings, and a dad, and grandpa was just a dick." There. That's... not oversharing, right? "I'm Dylan, by the way. Probably should have led with that."

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"Tim," he says, unknowingly Filling the Prophecy. But hey, at least now he knows who Dylan is. That just leaves Hunter, and he'll have identified all the kids who're allowed to be here. "Mine're all adopted."

Beat.

"Kind of adopted? I'm not actually adopted, but I'm still kinda part of the family."

[codicies]

"Mood," Dylan says with a nod.

He knew that Jason's family situation was complicated, and had gleaned bits and pieces here and there, but... should really ask more questions about it one of these days.

He glances about the room, motioning toward... all of it it with a sweep of his arm. "Well, here it is, the big event: The safehouse. Make yourself at home."