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Who: Dem Wayne Boys (Tim Drake and Dick Grayson)
What: Tim needs let off some pressure before he pops. Dick has a pin.
Where: Tim's room moving to the highest balcony available.
When: Immediately after the Council.
Warnings/Notes: Discussions of sexuality in ways that will not always be healthy.

At the first sign of movement towards the doors, Tim left the Council. He thought about staying until the end, to watch who leaves with who and pay attention to any last minute conversations, but guaranteed privacy is hard to come by, and he wants to check his bandages and see how well the heal he did earlier today has taken.

Without being able to close the windows to the outside walkways, he wants to do it when everyone else is busy. Hence ghosting the party so he could get back to his room and poke at his side, frowning that the color doesn't look as good as he would expect it to, for how exhausted trying to use his healing power on it made him. It's still dark pink, although it's now healed over enough that he doesn't have to worry about re-opening it. He's already been feeling the difference the past few days; it's easier and easier to move normally. Now, touching his side doesn't set off any sharp pains.

Tim drops his shirt back down. The miruvor has him feeling good enough to try a second heal today, but he'll wait until he's about to sleep in the wee hours. It's not late enough to assume that no one's going to come to rip apart what was said at the meeting today. Tim's money is on Dick, or Elle.

For now, he just stretches out on the bed and starts running through the meeting again in his head, trying to commit certain phrases to permanent memory.

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"I mostly only do it AS Batman." But it's good to see Tim grin like that, which is why Tim gets his hair ruffled.

Really, it's the only reason. "It's...different. There's always slightly different rules in the uniform." He hasn't had time to make the adjustments needed to make Batman his own. Not yet, at least.

Ahh, more positive reinforcement via hair ruffling. Tim’s going to look like he just crawled out of bed by the time they’re done talking.

It’s too bad that Tim’s only going to apply the reinforcement, without the distinction of needing different rules in the uniform. That works for Dick, because Dick is the real persona and Batman is the persona. For Bruce, it’s the reverse. But Tim’s trying to be someone he’s not in his daily life, too. Obviously, he can ask what would Bruce do all the time. “It’s not. Or it doesn’t have to be - they can your rules now.”

A beat. “But I’m still asking myself what would Bruce do.”

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Dick laughs heartily, shaking his head. "Fine, fine. Keep asking what Bruce would do. I suppose I can't blame you." After all, he had already admitted he did it. "And it doesn't feel like mine yet. I'm still working on it. I just had to have Alfred redo the cape because I can barely move with all the weight."

At least partly because he just doesn't use a cape anymore and hasn't for years. But Bruce doesn't do the moves that Dick does, doesn't need the dexterity that Dick relies on. So...adjustments. Still.

“I finally had him redo the Red Robin suit. It’s literally a lot lighter now - replaced the letter with synthetics and carbon fiber.” Hnh. Was Dick aware that that suit wasn’t bulletproof? Probably, he has eyes.

It’s amazing Tim got anything done with a 20 pound cape on. Who needs leg day when your gear weights over forty pounds? “We should probably ask Alfred to teach us his fabrication tricks.”

It had definitely originally been made with style rather than use in mind. Or made to be worn by somebody who was bulletproof. Dick didn't know. Still, he blows out a sigh of relief. "I am glad to hear that.

"And we absolutely should. I mean, I have some idea, but not enough to keep us afloat." Should the worst come to pass. Like them losing Alfred as well.

After a moment, Dick shakes his head and starts moving to stand up. "How are you feeling? Really."

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Tim gets to his feet as well, signalling that he too is ready to go back.

Dick just reels the subject back so easily to feelings, and everything Tim has done - every subtle steer of the conversation, teasing topics and jumping on anything else Dick brought up. Complete waste of time, because he hasn’t moved them an inch. “I’m really fine. I’m going to wait it out and see if everything doesn’t go back to normal on its own. If it doesn’t, well… I’ll figure out what to do with the new normal.”

That’s not what Dick wants to hear. Tim knows it’s not what Dick would do. “I’m not going to talk to Kon. I need to put distance there, because I’m not ready to mess that up more.”

Dick listens, nodding, because...that does answer a lot of it. "And physically?"

He's definitely leading to something, after all.

But the question is, to what. Tim’s better judgment says to underplay how well he’s healing, as he’s cheated it with the use of powers, but his independence says to show off. “I’m fine. In another week, I should be ready to resume regular workouts. Maybe even some sparring. The Elves are very good healers.”

Oh, Dick's fully been expecting him to try using his own healing on himself. It's what Dick would do, after all. So it's not a surprise that Tim is hedging.

Dick sits back against the balcony railing again. "So. Definitely not feeling well enough for a swing? We could tandem, if you're up to it."

After all. When will Tim ever get a chance again to say he swung over Rivendell?

Oh, there are some experiences Tim will wreck his neck for. He looks over the railing and then towards the vines.

“Tandem, I think. I’ll try to take my own weight, but treat it like I can’t?”

Pride and stubbornness will only get him so far. If he tried to swing out over the ravine and couldn’t handle it, Dick doesn’t have the gear needed to save him. “I’m not doing the Tarzan yell.”

Dick laughs, grinning at Tim. "Wouldn't be the first time I've been loud enough for two." He swings his legs over the railing, reaching for one of the vines. "But. I'll be kind and won't shout your ears out."

And it's easier to calculate for Tim's weight. They've worked together for so long at this point, it's almost second nature to figure out what will hold them both. Vines that he's previously used are discarded immediately because they may have weaknesses from being used, especially if he already tandemed with them. Which means finding one is harder, but not impossible.