mistersarcastic: (I smell like the dead)
Tim Drake | Red Robin ([personal profile] mistersarcastic) wrote in [community profile] dreamsanddisasters 2014-10-19 07:38 am (UTC)

Good question.

[ He turns it over, picks at it. It's strange, being able to answer a question like this honestly. Anonymity has its perks, and there's something easier about confessing to a stranger. No one gets hurt this way. Tim's transparency isn't going to inflict any damage here. ]

Depends. I mind if my death means somebody else gets hurt, or worse. That's usually why I'm up the creek in the first place.

[ He smoothes out the map on the desk. Tim is a master of multi-tasking and productivity. He can trace his route, plan his attack, casually track any little change in the environment, all while chatting on speaker phone. Nobody will be able to listen in, either; he's made sure of that. ]

But if there's nothing on the line anymore?

[ He marks his target with a pushpin, double-checks his calculations. ]

No. I just feel tired.

[ It's a strange dichotomy. Fighting is one of the few things he really enjoys anymore; he likes the challenge, it's fun, it's invigorating. Taking down bad guys is a great pastime. But at the same time, in that split-second between action and consequence?

He's tempted. Exhausted.

No, he knows what that means. ]

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