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What's Eating Timothy Drake?
By Arlene
Superboy:
So, I get into the Cave, and I can tell right away there's somethin' wrong with Rob. Uh, I mean, wronger than usual. Yeah, yeah, he's always been Mr. Grim & Grumpy, and that's normal for him, but today he's Mr. Grimmer & Grumpier. Okay, so he hangs with the Bat so somethin's gotta rub off, but sheesh, today it's like he's the Bat in a Robin outfit. Only shorter. And I'm not talkin' about the detective-type thinking or the fighting thing, I'm talkin' the attitude, the growling. Heh. Makes it sound like I'm talkin' about a dog, huh?
"Hey, Fearless Leader! How'z it hangin'?"
"Kon." Did you hear that? The guy growled my name like, like he's been eating gravel or somethin'. Jeez, he's clenchin' his jaws so tight, I didn't even see his lips move.
"Rough night? Y'lookin' kinda tense there." Whoa. Dude's got some evil glare goin' on there, even with the mask. Man, if looks could kill, I'd be lyin' on the floor right now. 'Course, I'd only be stunned, see, 'cuz there ain't no way he could take me out.
Okay, so I'll admit I'm glad he's headin' towards the kitchen. Hey, I'm not sayin' I'm scared of the Wonder Boy, 'cuz I'm not. But, y'see, he's probably hungry, which might explain the 'tude. Yeah, that's it. I'm just worried about his health is all. 'Cuz I'm not scared of him when he's actin' kinda . . . dangerous to be around. A skinny wimp like him don't scare the Kid. Uh uh. No way. Him growling my name like that don't worry me none. The Look didn't freak me out. And I'm not scared of him right now. I'm not. I'm just gonna, uh, go an', um, watch some T-TV right now. Yeah.