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Squawking Birds || detectivebird

detectivebird:

callyourselfsane:

"Ignoring past discrepancies and even numerous heroic sacrifices and revivals—the clone remains young, naive, and overpowered." Bruce returns to the computer, and begins pulling up files, pictures—dating all the way back to Hawaii, none of them painting Conner in a particularly pleasant light. "I have yet to see a change in anything but skillset.”

Tim refrains - just about - from wincing. He settles for meeting Bruce’s gaze intently, not quite a glare. “You have a habit of being blind to the benefits of anybody younger at this than you were when you started. But none of us are you, Bruce. You want to argue data? Thirty thousand. As a conservative lower estimate of the number of lives he’s responsible for saving. Not including the number of times he’s helped to save the world as a valuable member of a team. And both Dick and I are included in that number.” Tim’s eyes narrow.

"You want to talk risk? Let me lay that out for you, too. You can continue this ridiculous bias against metas because they dare to exist outside your control, or you can trust other people for once. People are going to get hurt either way. You know that. But the other stakes are stood right in front of you, Bruce.” He swallows hard, and doesn’t look away. “Because I will walk.”

"Then walk.” The answer is short, and clear, and obvious. Bruce begins to close out of files, and pictures, clearing the screen of all but one particular image—Conner’s casket—before closing that as well and returning to work.

Squawking Birds || detectivebird

detectivebird:

callyourselfsane:

"There’s nothing to gain by holding on to this attachment to the clone.” The statement is decisive, if Bruce cannot convince him with responsibility, with his own version of concern—then Bruce will convince him with logic. “He has a long history of irresponsibility, instability and close calls. And in cases where he is involved, so do you.”

"He has a name," Tim responds testily. "Several, in fact. And you have nothing to gain by clinging to your first opinion of him. He’s grown up, Bruce. He isn’t the same kid he was back then any more than I am. You’re just too stubborn to see it, because admitting that Conner isn’t still some clone about to turn on us all at any moment means admitting that you were wrong about him.” 

"Ignoring past discrepancies and even numerous heroic sacrifices and revivals—the clone remains young, naive, and overpowered." Bruce returns to the computer, and begins pulling up files, pictures—dating all the way back to Hawaii, none of them painting Conner in a particularly pleasant light. "I have yet to see a change in anything but skillset.”

Squawking Birds || detectivebird

detectivebird:

callyourselfsane:

There are a lot of thoughts swimming in his head and he’d like to say that none of them are spurred on by that tone, or the admission of weakness, but if he’s being honest those are the only things that are important right now. Here is the boy that taught him that Batman needed a Robin, and all he wants to be able to say is that that boy didn’t need anyone. He needed to be strong. To stay in control. It would make him feel like less of a failure, less at fault. But he can’t risk any statement invalidating more of what they’ve been through together, not when their relationship already feels so strained and disjointed, not for a reason so selfish and stupid. Bruce cares for him. He does. What you don’t say can be just as important as what you do, and it feels like a long time before he speaks, although it’s just a moment longer than any usual response.

"No one forced your hand." But that statement seems to speak volumes by itself, as if No One is a person just as strong in Tim’s life as Bruce himself, and its presence did force him to do what he thought he had to, to bring his teammate back.

He wishes that he could say that he’s sorry that he wasn’t… present even when he was able to be. But he can’t. So he’ll do what he does best. He’ll be stubborn, and withholding, bordering on obtuse. It’s a conscious decision. Nobody should think that it’s not.

Tim is quiet, and capable. He knows these things. He’s preferred his own company since he could toddle, though it was less of a choice back then. It has never meant, however, that he hasn’t been better off for having people that he can depend upon when he needs them. 

He looks right at Bruce, refusing to show further weakness by avoiding his eye.

"Nobody stayed my hand, either."

It still isn’t an excuse. He can hear Bruce’s responses already, even the ones he won’t speak aloud. Tim should have known better. Should have stayed his own hand. Shouldn’t have failed the symbol. 

"I made a mistake. I won’t make another by restricting my relationships to those that you approve of."

"There’s nothing to gain by holding on to this attachment to the clone.” The statement is decisive, if Bruce cannot convince him with responsibility, with his own version of concern—then Bruce will convince him with logic. “He has a long history of irresponsibility, instability and close calls. And in cases where he is involved, so do you.”

Do it for Tyra Banks

i made a kon blog?????????????? you should follow

or not??????????

so cool

ooc;

sometimes when i read comics i feel bad i’m like “damn i could be out like training to be batman or some shit” but then i read young justice and i’m like “damn they wish they were reading comics” and it puts my soul at ease it really does

ooc;

current list of long term goals

  • rp as superboy
  • get to a point in my life where my wardrobe is completely made out of suits and cute dresses

just gonna

leave this here

and you very obviously do not dig chicks at all tim

big grumpy gayby