digi-gal-rox: another chapter up! i'm actually on a role with these shorts, so hopefully, it'll be completed by the end of nxt week by the earliest. maybe later, depending on my free days. i'm actually writing the nxt chapter for this atm. maybe l8er tonite?
(a/n) i made a tiny mistake on the uploading chapter. this is actually chapter 9, not the previous story. much lurv!
Tim's POV (Batman Beyond era)
Talk - Part 1/Memoirs
There was an awkward silence between the two. Starring at each other, as the sounds of cars whizzing, flew by. The younger one's wife could be heard humming in the kitchen, as the TV continued to report the latest news.
"And Batman saves the day once again!" the reporter exclaimed, "Upholding the bank robber...-" the younger man put the TV on mute.
"So, how's things?"
"Good." the older one said slowly. He paused. "How's Barbara?"
"Good." a pause, "Why did you come here Dick?" the aging man sighed sadly.
"I wanted some answers lil' bro." he responded.
"About Batman?" Tim asked. Dick nodded.
"He's a good kid, Dick." Tim said quietly. "He's a good kid. Saved my life." he added. Dick didn't smile.
"I can't believe Bruce would simply give the role to this kid." he muttered.
"Jealous?"
"Of the new kid?" Dick snorted. "Please." he roled his dark eyes. Tim sighed heavily.
"Do you miss being out there?" he asked, surprising the older one.
"What?"
"I mean, do you miss flying out in the streets?"
"No." Dick responded after some time.
"I don't." Tim murmured. "Kid's stuff, it's what it was. Kid's stuff." Dick looked at him hard.
"Tim..."
"Gave up the role, long ago, 'eh?" Tim smiled at the man he considered an older brother. Dick nodded.
"Not long after you and Babs though." Tim fell silent.
"She hates that name."
"Huh?"
"Babs." Tim repeated, "She hates it." Dick's eyes fell. "I know that you both haven't spoken in years. There's no point trying to sugar coat it for me anymore. I'm not a kid." Dick looked away uneasily. "And I know you still care for her."
"Things change, Tim. You of all people should know that."
"Kinda strange, huh?"
"What is?"
"This." Tim gestured to the world before them. "All of this. Everything was old school during our time. But now..." he trailed off, watching the batmobile patrol the area. "It's a darker world, somewhat." Dick sighed heavily. Tim was right. The world did seem darker these days. The familiar crimson sky, was now replaced by a dark sky. The bat-signal was long gone. The world had changed. And so did a lot of people.
"New Gotham." Dick sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Some part of me misses those days."
"Days of patrolling?"
"No." he shook his head. "The old life." Tim muttered something before wrapping his coat around himself.
"Don't judge him... them to quickly Dick." Tim said quietly. "He's a good kid. Done a lot of good to this city. And the old man... because of this kid, he's changed." Tim paused, "You heard about my falling out with the old man. If it wasn't for that kid, we still wouldn't be talking." Dick glanced at his younger brother. "He's brought the light to his life, Dick. He's a better man, somewhat."
"I see..." was all Dick said.
"I've always lived in regret."
"Hm?"
"I married," Dick murmured. "Not long after my kid was born, Jane... my wife, was murdered. After finding her killer I gave up that role. To look after my kid." Tim looked at him sadly.
"Married?"
"My kid... John... he hates me." the old man paused. "He has a son."
"Named after you?" Tim blindly guessed.
"His wife wanted it that way." Dick responded. He paused, "Wait, how did you know?"
"It's like you hated Bruce. I'm guessing his middle name is Bruce." Dick didn't responded. "It is, isn't it?" he nodded.
"We all have secrets." Tim said quietly. "Long before, I heard that the new kid wanted to meet you. Back than, the old man would bluntly say it's history. So did Barbara... but she was kinda more friendly about it."
"Oh,"
"She's been waiting all this time Dick. "For your call."
"Like I said. Thing's change, Tim."
There was an awkward silence between the two. Starring at each other, as the sounds of cars whizzing, flew by. The younger one's wife could be heard humming in the kitchen, as the TV continued to report the latest news. They looked at each other briefly before the older one opened the door and left. There was too much history between them. There was too much history in the family. They were once brothers. They were once friends. But that was history now. Now they were nothing.
digi-gal-rox: well, this is it for now! remember to review! much lurv!
