Can We Just Appreciate The Difference Between Tim And Dick's Perspectives? - Tumblr Posts

When Dick woke up, he knew today was going to be a good day.

He had been staying at the manor for a bit now and was having a great time.

He was just so happy to be around so many people he cared about.

He picked up his phone to check the time. The brightening screen read 9:30.

Oh great, Alfred's probably about to put out breakfast!

Dick, never short of energy, quickly got ready, excited for the chance to spend time with his family.

While walking down the hallway, Duke just about runs him over.

"Whoa man, where's the fire?"

"Oh hey Dick, sorry about that, don't mind me, just passing through... hey do you mind getting Tim for me? I think he's still in the cave. Thanks!" He said, getting a bit louder as he hurriedly walked away before disappearing out of view.

Dick just huffed out a laugh and looked down to Damian's door to see a glowering Damian.

"He behaves as though I would be angry towards him for ensuring I do not miss breakfast."

Dick knew there was absolutely no chance Damian didn't threaten Duke, but he just raised an eyebrow.

Damian muttered under his breath, "I didn't even stab him."

Dick grinned, "That's an improvement!"

"tt."

He didn't see anyone else before heading down to the cave.

"Timmmm." He called out, seeing the ball curled up in front of the computers that vaguely resembled a human person.

"Come on Timmy, breakfast is almost done."

All is gets is an "I'm working."

Dick sighed, Tim tended to get like this, especially when it came to cases involving kidnapping or children. Sadly, this case was a two for one.

"Nope, nu-uh, comeon man we wouldn't want to leave Alfred waiting." He said while already in the middle of dragging him over.

He gets a good look at him, and he wished he was surprised to see the deep eyebags and the bloodshot eyes. Something about this case must be tearing him up inside. Who knows how many days it's been since he got any real sleep. And no Tim those half hour "power naps" do not count!

Thankfully though, Tim didn't put up much of a fight, allowing himself to be manhandled out of the cave and into the dining room. Dick did notice a small hissing when they got to the brighter parts of the building. Cute, he thought.

Everyone else was already at the by the time they got there. Tim dropped heavily into his seat.

Dick noticed Damian and Jason talking about the drug dealers they busted last night.

"... But Todd, the imbecile that he is, decided he didn't need to call in reinforcements."

"Oh shut up, I would have been just fine without you!"

"I can recall at the very least three instances in which you would have been shot had I not been there."

"Well at least you were doing something cool, most interesting thing I had all night was breaking up a bar fight." Dick whined.

"Come on Dickie Bird, it could always be worse," Jason Grinned. "You could've had to deal with condiment king."

The table collectively groaned. Well except Tim, but that was to be expected, he looked about ready to fall face first into his food.

"What about your Case Tim, aren't you still working on that one with the missing kids?" Jason questioned, "Would have thought you'd have that one figured out by now huh."

"Kidnapped," he replies, still looking at his plate as though he were contemplating using it as a pillow.

"Hm?"

"They were kidnapped, honestly they are probably dead by now."

And look, Dick understood, after being in the game so long he knew that sometimes you have to detach yourself from the emotions of a case. But he thought, looking at Tim right then, that he was being a little too indifferent when talking about kids dying.

"Tim, buddy, you can't lose hope, those kids are counting on us to save them!"

Tim finally glanced up and looked him dead in the eyes. If Dick was telling the truth, it was a little unnerving. He looked like a zombie, pale and unfocused eyes, which was ironic, seeing as though he was seating 5 feet away from an actual zombie.

"It isn't about hope, of course I'm not giving up, I will find them. But it's been weeks and depending on the situation I honestly might prefer if they were already dead and that's why we haven't found them." His eyes glaze just a little more. "We still have no idea who has them, or why, or what they are doing to them. We have no idea..." He trails off and looks back down at his food to take focus on taking a bite.

After that the mood sobered a little bit.

"Don't... Don't you think that's a little insensitive?" Duke chimed in with an awkward laugh

And Dick knew it wasn't, knew that it was a perfectly reasonable thought process, if not a little morbid.

"Yah come on Timmy, I'm sure it'll all be ok!" Ok so sue him, let Dick pretend like the world wasn't a terrible, awful place for like two seconds.

"You know, as someone who has died, zero out of ten, would not recommend." Jason cut in, "Tim, I know people say you can sleep when you're dead, and I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, but they are definitely wrong."

Dick barked out a laugh, "He looks just about ready to pass out right here, right now."

The whole table laughs at that, the rest joining in on teasing Tim for his bad sleep habits.

"Honestly Dick, at this point the only thing that would be able to keep him up is a little shock from your escrima sticks"

At Jason's words Tim's chair scraped across the floor.

"That's not funny," he said in a breathless, sort of desperate tone.

Dick, laughter dying down just a little, looks over at Tim, worried that something might have triggered him, or hurt his feelings.

But when he saw his face, full of mirth and a mile long smile, he just burst into more laughter.

Dick was right, this was going to be a good day.

Thinking a very normal amount about Tim being joker junior.

Thinking about Jason dying and Tim becoming robin out of necessity.

Thinking about Bruce not noticing Tim has been kidnapped because surely, surely his parents would file a report. Surely Tim must have been dragged into going on a trip with them and just didn’t mention it.

Thinking of Bruce not questioning things correctly because he is too busy grieving the previous robin.

Thinking of Bruce just thinking Joker Junior is a random kid.

Thinking of Barbra being the one to notice instead.

Thinking of Barbra consoling Tim after he kills the Joker.

Thinking of her taking Tim and letting him heal in the Drake estate.

Thinking of a file Bruce Wayne makes called Joker junior, one that Tim never looks at, that talks about a kid who killed the Joker and has been missing ever since.

Thinking of, months later, when robin returns to Bruce’s side, it just so happens to coincide with the return of Jack and Janet.

Thinking of Tim thinking Barbra must have told Bruce, but he just never came to see him. And that’s fine, because it isn’t as if they are family, Tim is just here to make sure Bats doesn’t go off the deep end again.

Thinking of Barbra not telling Bruce, because surely he already knows, he’s the world’s greatest detective. Plus she isn’t one to talk about other people’s trauma when they aren’t around.

Thinking of Tim hiding his laughter, because Batman would never let him keep patrolling if he knew he was still having fits.

Thinking of Dick not being there most of the time, and when he is, he mostly spends it arguing with Bruce.

Thinking of Tim knowing that Dick must know because he hears them fighting about the joker being dead once, although he did leave pretty soon after when he feels the laughter bubbling up in his throat.

Thinking of Jason coming back, attacking him at the titains tower, and telling him that he’s read all his files and knows everything about Tim. Obviously Tim takes this to mean he knows that Tim killed the joker as JJ. Because why wouldn’t that be in his file.

Thinking of Jason not having time to question when the little Robin who replaced him starts manically laughing once he sees him, because as soon as he hears the familiar laugh the green takes over completely.

Thinking of Tim finally feeling in control of himself, but then worst year ever happens. His parents are dead, Bruce is lost in the time stream, all his friends are dead, Robin is stolen from him, and everyone thinks he is crazy. He starts to relapse.

Thinking of Tim actually going a little bit crazy after that, trying to clone Bart and Kon, joining the league of assassins, doing all those crazy things he did during worst year ever.

Thinking of Cass learning after saving Tim from the daughter of Acheron. There isn’t much he can do but explain after she witnesses one of his fits.

Thinking about years later, when everyone has relationships more akin to Batman: Wayne family adventures, Tim still feels a little out of the group.

Thinking of everyone getting mad when he talks about the Joker, especially if it’s in front of Jason.

Thinking of Tim going silent or making himself scarce everytime the Joker is mentioned.

Thinking of a Tim who finds an excuse not to go out when Harley Quinn is.

Thinking of a Tim who hasn’t had an episode in years.

Thinking of a Tim who watches Jason get all this support for his trauma, while he doesn’t.

Thinking of him going to Barbra or Cass anytime he has a set back because they are the only ones who seem to care.

Thinking of a Wayne family who doesn’t know.

Thinking of a Tim who Knows they Know, but they just don’t care.