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[batmanschmatman]

[For anyone who'd be paying attention, Dick sounds a little more grounded than he's been over the last few weeks. Port was a good for him, even if he's not really up for being his usual chatty self.]

Funny how these things always seem to happen in groups, isn't it?

[Private to Sara]

Thanks for making me take a night off. I had a lot of fun.

[Private to Rorschach]

I know you're probably going to brush it off, but how are you doing? [What with Claire leaving and all.]

[Private to Tim]

I've got something for you.

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[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

No, from back home. I'd been meaning to hand it over a while ago, but stuff kept happening.

[Private]

[peektuttut]

Yeah? [Curiosity: piqued.] I'll come by.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Door's open.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[And a few minutes later, Tim is opening the door and peeking in.] It's not a surprise party, right?

[Spam]

[batmanschmatman]

Well, it is July 4th, but I wasn't planning on doing much beyond telling Steve happy birthday, so. [He's grinning and putting aside the book he was thumbing through.] I think you're safe.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

Oh good. [Hey he knew it wasn't the 19th at least okay. Maybe. :c] What is it?

[Spam]

[batmanschmatman]

[And Dick is pulling out Tim's old Robin uniform. It's folded up, and the gloves and utility belt are draped over it. He's holding the boots in his other hand and hands them both over.] It's from the flood where we turned into each other, you ditched it in my closet. I figured it might be useful to have around in case you're ever five feet tall and have use for a kevlar vest that fits.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

Wha-- [Oh hey, his uniform. :c His uniform from before everything went to shit :c He takes the boots and the costume, holding the latter against his chest to keep from dropping it.]

Hopefully I won't need kevlar, the next time I'm five foot nothing.

[Spam]

[batmanschmatman]

Hopefully, but you never know. I got into a fight with Venom back when I was a teenager with a busted shoulder, could have used a Robin costume then. [Seriously though, be careful.]

Anyway, it's yours. Happy early birthday.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

You get into the worst fights. [Seriously dude. :| But he's smiling a little at that.] Thanks. You can always borrow yours, if you're ever four feet tall again.

[Spam]

[batmanschmatman]

Where would I be without you, kiddo? [This is okay, though, right, not like, opening up a can of horrible angst without warning? :c]

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[This is okay. :c Tim's looking at the costume fondly, and there's something a little unreadable in his eyes that might be him deciding if this is sad or not. He could dwell on the past forever, but he's...kind of content right now, despite the issues Dick has been having, and that unreadable quality fades into a smirk.]

Still wearing a ponytail and disco suit, probably.

[Spam]

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick makes a face, somewhat reassured by the joke and grins a little.]

Don't even joke, you'll encourage a flashback flood or something, Mr. Porcupine. How much hair gel did you go through in a month?

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

A tube and a half.

[...] But they were really small tubes?

[Spam]

[batmanschmatman]

Between that and my very questionable fashion choices, it's still not a phase I think we need to revisit.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

Agreed. Emphatically.