[ He bounds over, relieved, inexplicably, because Nightwing's alright, but Dick is silent, just looking at him, and Tim's brows are furrowing in confusion as he slows.
Not exactly the warmest welcome back. Is this because he didn't check in all week? But -- no. Dick thinks he's not real. ]
Funny how we're talking even if you say we're not talking.
[ He's snarking, but it's gentler; the realization that Dick thinks he's dead, and thinks that this is a hallucination, is a sobering one. He knew they'd be hurt by the news, but... He worries his lip, peeling off the mask and tucking it away. Tim's got a bruise blooming at his temple, and his eye's squinting a little from how swollen it is. He sidles up to Dick, cautious. ]
I'm not a hallucination. Or a ghost, or anything.
[ Way too hungry to be dead. J'onn had given him some Oreos, but Tim's ready to eat as much pizza as he can get his hands on. ]
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[ He bounds over, relieved, inexplicably, because Nightwing's alright, but Dick is silent, just looking at him, and Tim's brows are furrowing in confusion as he slows.
Not exactly the warmest welcome back. Is this because he didn't check in all week? But -- no. Dick thinks he's not real. ]
Funny how we're talking even if you say we're not talking.
[ He's snarking, but it's gentler; the realization that Dick thinks he's dead, and thinks that this is a hallucination, is a sobering one. He knew they'd be hurt by the news, but... He worries his lip, peeling off the mask and tucking it away. Tim's got a bruise blooming at his temple, and his eye's squinting a little from how swollen it is. He sidles up to Dick, cautious. ]
I'm not a hallucination. Or a ghost, or anything.
[ Way too hungry to be dead. J'onn had given him some Oreos, but Tim's ready to eat as much pizza as he can get his hands on. ]
It's a long story, but-- c'mon, Dick, look at me.