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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[mostdangerousbird]

“Where did you get the idea that I’m polite society?” Tim’s teasing, but it’s true. “You’ve seen my place. That look like I’m welcome in polite society?”

[overlyprecocious]

He shrugs up a shoulder. "Once a Drake, always a Drake?" It's not quite a comforting statement of belonging to him, admittedly, so much as a reminder that you're always expected to play by Drake rules.

[mostdangerousbird]

"Polite society rules were never for Drakes," Tim counters. "Aquila non capit muscas."

The eagle does not hunt flies. They're above even that. Not that Tim buys into it, but the real family motto does seem to apply here. "Now you were telling me where you want to go?"

[overlyprecocious]

"If there's somewhere else cool around here that we haven't hit up yet...? Cause if not, I should probably go. Um, I have some homework to do."

Seeing as how the school finally caught him and started him going. He's got some things to catch up on, which are made slightly trickier by the fact that, for example, literature and history don't quite match up with what he knows from his home world.

Once they determine that no, there's nothing much else either of them had in mind, he thanks TJ and heads home to catch up on some reading assignments.