| [Jan. 30th, 2010|11:06 pm] |
After being greeted the way he was, Dick wasn't sure he wanted into that lion's den. Tim wasn't the Tim that Dick had said goodbye to and that bothered him as much as it bothered him that the newest Bat-Brat knew his name, but that Dick didn't know his.
"No, never met him. He's an arrogant cock though." replied Dick in a dark voice as he followed after Tim. The lack of furnishings didn't surprise him all that much. Tim had just moved back, though the obsession shown in photos and on the wall made him give pause. Dick was starting to put some of it together - Tim had some great loss, though Dick wasn't sure what. He didn't look too hard at the wall though, not wanting to intrude too much.
"Babs and I've not spoken either. In a long time." came Dick's soft reply. "I just got back to Gotham after living in New York for a long time; Babs does her Oracle thing, but she's pretty robotic these days. She won't respond to my requests to meet face to face."
Not sure what to do with himself, Dick just shoved his hands into his pockets and then gave a soft sigh. He was starting to feel pretty heavy-hearted about things, but he wasn't going to let onto that. Maybe ten years ago, he might have; but it didn't seem like Tim wanted anyone close to him at all. He was haunted by the past and whatever happened had changed him drastically. |
|