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( open ) and what's the worst you take

Who: Bruce Wayne/Batman

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What: July Catch-all, Bruce assimilating to things, Batman being Batman
When: Throughout July, some August things too
Where: Primarily Central City, will mention otherwise
Content Warnings: TBD but let's just say Bruce being Bruce and Batman being Batman.

BRUCE or BATMAN

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[Well, that's... certainly a different look from the one Tim is used to. His Bruce is much more prone to the Brucie look than the nearly-homeless couture that this one is rocking.

Tim is just dressed low-key. Jeans, lightweight hoodie pulled over his head, a somewhat slouchy teenager posture. From a glance at his cart, he's stocking up on some nonperishables and dog care items. Shh, don't tell Haley, but she's getting a new squeaky hot dog toy.]

He's trying too hard.

( bruce has already paid for his things by the time the other tim gets to him, watching the broadcast from fantastic again on another television when he looks over at the voice and... huh.

the way bruce looks to him is both with recognition and slight confusion. haven't they already been here before? )

You think?

He’s always tried too hard, but the cracks are showing now.

[Gosh, what a normal, fourteen-year-old thing to say. He blinks at Bruce innocently.]

Hi, Bruce. [Because some Tims try to hide their identities, and some just decide to go for it.]

( he's beginning to see that.

taking a moment to look [this] tim over, he sighs a little. right. there's two of them. one older, who was from before. and the younger one, who had insisted batman needs a robin. )

What're you doing here?

( are you following me, too? in other words. )

Shopping.

[He says it like it’s the most obvious thing ever. He has a cart and everything. C’mon, Bruce, keep up!]

( there's nothing more than a hm given in response to that, a slow look away from tim as he goes back to looking at the television screen with fantastic's face and speech plastered over it. )

Yeah. I see that.

( he gives a sidelong glance to tim's cart again. )

You have a dog?

Yeah! Well, she’s really more Dick’s dog, but -

[Did he want to see pictures of Haley? Because he’s being shown pictures of Haley now. Outdoor ones, nothing in their apartment. Some of them were clearly taken with a more sophisticated camera and transferred to his phone, but most of them have the same photographer’s style.]

Haley.

( he's met her — he's met dick and oh. pictures. are being shown now. he watches as tim flips through them — looks for anything that he could maybe use because, bruce is always looking for things he can use. )

You're a photographer?

You’ve met.

[He has no doubt she’s charmed him as much as she can charm an emo bat. She’s done it with every other bat she’s met.]

Yeah. Self-taught, for the most part. [His parents did not consider it an extremely practical skill to develop, though no objectionable enough to forbid.]

( it's a handy skill to have with what they do. so he can appreciate it. )

You stay with Dick?

( since he's getting things for haley and all. )

Yeah. I offered to fend for myself, but no one really liked that idea.

[On account of. He’s fourteen.]

( makes sense. tim does seem young. like the other dick grayson. )

He seems like a good guy.

He is. I met him when I was really little, at the circus.

[Well. He reconsiders.]

That’s where I met my version of him, anyway.

( right. he mentioned having been from the circus... how that's how they're going to meet. one day. )

He keep you out of trouble?

I'm never trouble.

[:)]

That where you're headed to after this?

( since bruce already has his stuff. he'd just been... lingering a bit. getting a feel for everything. )

Yeah.

[Not much point in lugging his stuff around the city to do more things. Even if he wasn't planning to stay home, it's easier to drop them off.

He tilts his head at Bruce.] You want to come?

( it's clear by the look on his face that he hadn't expected that question. it takes him a moment to consider — to wonder if it's a good idea. reluctance fades to curiosity which fades to exhaustion. )

Sure.

[It's also pretty clear by Tim's body language that he's surprised Bruce said yes - though not in a bad way. He brightens up a little, even. This is progress! It's like coaxing a feral cat out of the rain.]

Okay. Lemme just pay for this stuff and I'll show you the way.

Take your time.

( he's in no rush. for the moment anyways. if this were jason's place he were being taken to, he might be a little more concerned for tim and, in all honesty, he wouldn't have said yes. dick is a little different. maybe. still. doesn't hurt to have an idea of where tim's staying.

so he waits for him near the entrance/exit. his own bag held there at his side. )

[While he’s waiting in line, he fires off a quick text to Dick to inform him of the situation. If he’d been thinking about it, he wouldn’t have invited Bruce without checking first, but he did and here they are. It’s fine, probably. Bruce would’ve figured out where they live on his own soon enough anyway.

He heads over when he’s done, a couple bags with some heft to them in his hands. He’s carrying them easily.] It’s not that far. [Bruce would’ve figured that out on his own - it’s not like Tim drove.]

( he figured it wasn't. especially with the bags tim has for himself there.

a nod, he follows tim's lead, a glance given around the store again as they exit. this... wasn't exactly on his agenda for the day, but. here he is. heading off to the place tim stays with dick... and he has to wonder why.

either way, he'll dissect it later maybe. for now, he simply keeps close to him as they go. watching their surroundings, occasionally glancing to tim. always on as he has been for the past two years and, from the looks of it, not about to stop any time soon. )

[He falls into step a little in front of Bruce, leading the way. It's clear that this Bruce isn't prone to relaxing, ever, which is - not too much of a surprise, he guesses. The Bruce of Tim's time is better at achieving a balance between hypervigilance and being uncannily observant.

Their apartment building is modest, as is the apartment itself. It's pretty easy to guess it was acquired before Tim came into the picture, because it's a one-bedroom and someone is clearly using the couch as a second bed. It's not the tidiest ever, but they do ok for two people and a dog.

Speaking of. The second thing Tim does after putting his bags down on the kitchen table is head over to Haley's crate and let her out, with plenty of ear-scritches and praise for being a good girl who stayed in her crate and didn't get upset. Yes, she is!]

Dick said he'll be back later.

( bruce lingers there near the door when they arrive. a slow, casual glance given around the place, taking it all in — memorizing it as he's unable to help himself from doing so. it's only after a moment that he steps away from the door and slowly starts to make his way in further, leaving tim to set his bags down and go over to greet haley. bruce, glancing over to the crate for a moment, gently looks around, touching things here and there occasionally, almost as if needing to.

when tim speaks up, he looks over. he looks tired. )

If it's better I not be here, I can leave.

( after all, this isn't just strange to him. he knows it has to be for all of them as well. )

Nah, Dick said it was okay. Plus, Haley wants to say hi.

[On cue, he lets her out of his arms and she heads on over to sniff at Bruce, tail already wagging. She recognizes that scent!]

sometime after the other Tim

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