For a moment, the empath was completely still, staring at him with nothing but shock in her eyes. "No."
*Nods.* You were worried about your Raven being rendered correctly? Dudette - this is her. This may not be current canon her (but WTF, current canon Raven?), but this is Raven as she was and should be - this is Raven who had so much hope that this world would bring the peace/salvation from the utter shittiness that was her life and has had that hoped dashed more than once.
This is THAT Raven. The One, True Raven, dammit.
Because THAT Raven would flatly deny any more pain/loss. Especially of a woman that shared so much with her.
Her voice was so small. Oh, Raven. Honey.
That level of flat denial, from someone who could feel their grief, bothered Robin. *nods.* Because Tim's around people who either a.) completely deny their grief or b.) Are very open with their emotions - but none of them DENY the EVENTS. His little stalker!Freak!Detective! Self doesn't know how to deal with that.
He felt himself falling from the arm of the couch--twisted just enough to not crack his skull open--and his knees hit his chest as her agony ripped through him like pure unadulterated power.
Even knowing this was coming didn't dull the impact of this scene. It just hit me how much Tim is loosing in this universe - so very much.
//DadStephDICKohgoddad.no,Steph,no...Bro, whereareyou?!//That second scream felt like it went on forever and his shoulders were shaking with sobs as everything about Steph, and Dad, and Dick got wrapped up in the agony of Raven's desperate grief.. . he didn't even notice his own sobs
OH, TIM. At least you haven't lost Kon. . .yet. . .
He lay there shaking, watching the scene on the couch while he tried to remember how to do something that wasn't grieve. Like, breathe. And move..
'I'm fine', even though he absolutely wasn't. He needed an hour alone to meditate, then he'd be fine. He swallowed hard, wiping at his face, trying to yank up at least a few of his shattered walls.
Poor, broken Tim. This is, of course, exactly how Tim should be rendered - he's still fragile enough that he can be broken by grief/pain/loss far more easily than someone like, say, Bruce, would, but stuborn enough and Timmy enough to hate that loss of control.
"Oh. Oh, no. I... I am so sorry... Tim, Gar, are you--"
*nods.* Of course she is - so powerful, so apologetic of that power.
He had plans to make, family to guard, things to see to... the wounds didn't matter. He knew what Dick would be doing, in this situation--pulling it together, pulling them together--and while he wasn't that bright, cheerful Robin, would never have Nightwing's casual grace... he had a legacy to live up to.
So.Very.Evil.
It rips my heart out to know that Timmy is thinking like this - that despite all his pain and anguish, he's trying so hard to live up to the legacy that DICK put before, even while Dick himself has thrown that legacy away in favor of something that could never be "bright, cheerful Robin."
But probably does have Nightwing's casual grace.
OWCH.
"I'm going to my room," Raven told them. "I need to meditate, and then I'm going to try to find Dick and Roy. I was giving Dick his space, but enough is enough. We need him home."
The fact that they all still know that they need and want him there - the never ending belief that everything would be better if he just came home?
Makes me cry. Mostly because it's true - if for all the wrong reasons.
Also? As much as it hurts to read, the repetitous mentions of Dick COME HOME keep reminding us that it isn't just Kory's death that is affecting them - their family is broken in more than one spot and they need it to be fixed so very badly. . .
Robin fought down that helpless urge to nod, struggling against the tears that still wanted to fall.
Oh, Timmy, baby, I'm so sorry. *hugs him.* I'm sorrier still that even stronger grief is yet to come.
Old codes, legacies of Robin's obsessive planning, trained into every last team in the case of just this emergency.
It's going to be all that's left of Robin's legacies pretty soon, I suppose.
Part II
*Nods.* You were worried about your Raven being rendered correctly? Dudette - this is her. This may not be current canon her
(but WTF, current canon Raven?), but this is Raven as she was and should be - this is Raven who had so much hope that this world would bring the peace/salvation from the utter shittiness that was her life and has had that hoped dashed more than once.This is THAT Raven. The One, True Raven, dammit.
Because THAT Raven would flatly deny any more pain/loss. Especially of a woman that shared so much with her.
Her voice was so small.
Oh, Raven. Honey.
That level of flat denial, from someone who could feel their grief, bothered Robin.
*nods.* Because Tim's around people who either a.) completely deny their grief or b.) Are very open with their emotions - but none of them DENY the EVENTS. His little stalker!Freak!Detective! Self doesn't know how to deal with that.
He felt himself falling from the arm of the couch--twisted just enough to not crack his skull open--and his knees hit his chest as her agony ripped through him like pure unadulterated power.
Even knowing this was coming didn't dull the impact of this scene. It just hit me how much Tim is loosing in this universe - so very much.
//DadStephDICKohgoddad.no,Steph,no...Bro, whereareyou?!//That second scream felt like it went on forever and his shoulders were shaking with sobs as everything about Steph, and Dad, and Dick got wrapped up in the agony of Raven's desperate grief.. . he didn't even notice his own sobs
OH, TIM. At least you haven't lost Kon. . .yet. . .
He lay there shaking, watching the scene on the couch while he tried to remember how to do something that wasn't grieve. Like, breathe. And move..
'I'm fine', even though he absolutely wasn't. He needed an hour alone to meditate, then he'd be fine. He swallowed hard, wiping at his face, trying to yank up at least a few of his shattered walls.
Poor, broken Tim. This is, of course, exactly how Tim should be rendered - he's still fragile enough that he can be broken by grief/pain/loss far more easily than someone like, say, Bruce, would, but stuborn enough and Timmy enough to hate that loss of control.
"Oh. Oh, no. I... I am so sorry... Tim, Gar, are you--"
*nods.* Of course she is - so powerful, so apologetic of that power.
He had plans to make, family to guard, things to see to... the wounds didn't matter. He knew what Dick would be doing, in this situation--pulling it together, pulling them together--and while he wasn't that bright, cheerful Robin, would never have Nightwing's casual grace... he had a legacy to live up to.
So.Very.Evil.
It rips my heart out to know that Timmy is thinking like this - that despite all his pain and anguish, he's trying so hard to live up to the legacy that DICK put before, even while Dick himself has thrown that legacy away in favor of something that could never be "bright, cheerful Robin."
But probably does have Nightwing's casual grace.
OWCH.
"I'm going to my room," Raven told them. "I need to meditate, and then I'm going to try to find Dick and Roy. I was giving Dick his space, but enough is enough. We need him home."
The fact that they all still know that they need and want him there - the never ending belief that everything would be better if he just came home?
Makes me cry. Mostly because it's true - if for all the wrong reasons.
Also? As much as it hurts to read, the repetitous mentions of Dick COME HOME keep reminding us that it isn't just Kory's death that is affecting them - their family is broken in more than one spot and they need it to be fixed so very badly. . .
Robin fought down that helpless urge to nod, struggling against the tears that still wanted to fall.
Oh, Timmy, baby, I'm so sorry. *hugs him.* I'm sorrier still that even stronger grief is yet to come.
Old codes, legacies of Robin's obsessive planning, trained into every last team in the case of just this emergency.
It's going to be all that's left of Robin's legacies pretty soon, I suppose.