A Left Turn Somewhere Around Albuquerque
A Word: Drabble request from Tumblr.
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Tim is in the midst of a full schizophrenic break down. There is no other explanation for what's happening.
"What's wrong with him?" Bart asks Kon. They're not even bothering to whisper any more since Cyborg's examination had proven nothing was injured in Robin's brain. Nothing obvious to his equipment at least.
Tim's already made appointments with a few better equipped hospitals in the country. Just to be sure. He'll stop by for the tests on his way back to Gotham in the morning.
"I don't know," Kon replies with a tone of terror in his voice that Tim thinks is a totally appropriate response to Tim's imminent mental break down.
"I'm pretty sure it's not healthy to stay that red for so long," Cassie sounds fascinated and is the only one willing to come close to Tim. Her sharp fingers poke his cheeks and Tim smiles as he turns back to his friends who take three immediate steps backward. "Or smile that big either."
"Nothing is wrong with me," Tim checks his face and drops the wattage of his smile from it's I'm-Timmy-Drake-and-everything's-fine-no-really-Of ficer smile to a more appropriate Robin smile. It doesn't seem to help much. "I'm fine."
No one looks like they believe him and Tim can't say he blames them. Tim is hallucinating getting hit on by a dead former crush after all.
"So," Gar wanders in looking casual and trustworthy. His default face for when he really wants someone to talk to him. "Vic and Kori went through the security feeds."
"And?" Cassie demands when Gar sort of let's that statement hang in the air to stare expectantly at Tim.
"Well they're arguing now and I thought I'd get a second opinion before I choose which one to back up," Gar's still looking expectantly at Tim and it's starting to tilt the precarious mental balance he's managed to obtain. "Kori thinks that was an acceptable opening bid for a courtship, and Vic wants to order you a box of rape whistles. So, which one of them is closest to being right? Because I'm not going to lie. We watched that footage twice and I still can't figure out what happened between you and that guy."
Tim's carefully constructed wall of lies and denial crumbles to dust at Kon's outraged squeak. His face burns with the renewed force of a blush -because it was all real- and Tim hears himself mutter, "Oh, god, he thinks I'm hot."
In the stunned silence that follows, Gar's snort sounds like a gunshot. "Alright! Kori it is!" He turns around to march back out of the room, muttering, "Great, this is going to turn into another Deathstroke. I can just feel it."
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