[ Does he think Tim is the Ghost of Christmas Future or something? Seriously? He puffs out a frustrated sigh, blowing his bangs out of his face. Dick won't even look at him, and it's -- it's starting to scare him, a little, though he wouldn't admit it. Dick's acting so casual about it, so accepting, as if this is normal, and he mentioned Jason...
Does he get visions like this that often? About his predecessor?
Tim shifts from foot to foot, uneasy, and reaches out, laying a light hand on Dick's arm. With the glove missing, it's a warm, solid, very corporeal weight; knuckles scuffed and scraped, and smudged with dirt after a week of no showers, and very, very real. ]
I'm not dead. Like I said, it's a long story, but... after Arkham, I ended up at Slabside, it's back and in Antarctica now -- [ Great, he's rambling. Get to the point, Timbo. ] -- the Martian Manhunter just flew me over, you can check in with him to verify if you really need to.
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[ Does he think Tim is the Ghost of Christmas Future or something? Seriously? He puffs out a frustrated sigh, blowing his bangs out of his face. Dick won't even look at him, and it's -- it's starting to scare him, a little, though he wouldn't admit it. Dick's acting so casual about it, so accepting, as if this is normal, and he mentioned Jason...
Does he get visions like this that often? About his predecessor?
Tim shifts from foot to foot, uneasy, and reaches out, laying a light hand on Dick's arm. With the glove missing, it's a warm, solid, very corporeal weight; knuckles scuffed and scraped, and smudged with dirt after a week of no showers, and very, very real. ]
I'm not dead. Like I said, it's a long story, but... after Arkham, I ended up at Slabside, it's back and in Antarctica now -- [ Great, he's rambling. Get to the point, Timbo. ] -- the Martian Manhunter just flew me over, you can check in with him to verify if you really need to.