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[batmanschmatman]

[Warden Filter]

[Dick's gone back and forth on saying something public about this, because while he's still kind of freaking out about this and knows this isn't his Bruce, he still feels weird basically siding with the other wardens/the good of the Barge instead of him. This wasn't exactly the father/son reunion he was expecting. :c] That isn't the Bruce Wayne from our world. If he says anything to anyone that gives you reason to be concerned, I want to know about it immediately.

[This is legitimate, okay, he's already talking about staging an escape attempt. B(]

[Filtered to the DC Cast]

I need you to tell me everything he told you. [This is an order, not a suggestion. :|]

[Private to Dean]

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[Private to Sara]

...

[He was going to message you both, but he really doesn't know what he wants to say, and there's a pressing issue he needs to deal with right now.]

[Spam for Tim]

[Dick isn't honestly sure how he's processing all of this. He's angry, he's frustrated, he feels like he's running on adrenaline but doesn't have anything to do with it, which means he's been pacing and kind of shaky the entire time he's been talking to Bruce. It's stupid, he knows it's stupid to get this worked up over the Barge throwing something like this at him, and really, with all the different realities out there, he probably should have been anticipating it. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with, and it doesn't change the fact that he's seen what that kind of psychotic break does to someone like them, and he's never really actually... dealt with the fact that he'd been killed by someone with a pretty similar mindset.

At least this time, the crazy murderous Batman apparently wasn't planning on holding a gun on him any time soon.

Which is actually the more pressing issue he needs to deal with right now, so, message composed and posted, Dick tosses his comm down and head out of his room down the hallway and knocks at Tim's door impatiently.]

It's me.

Comments

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[ichoosefight]

My dad is really truly dead in his world, and they have significantly less wacky shenanigans. [ That's it. She didn't feel the need to quiz him on the minutiae. ]

What'd he tell you?

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[batmanschmatman]

That he went nuts and murdered basically anyone who stood in his way.

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[ichoosefight]

[ She quiet for a moment. And then, almost flippantly. ]

So I guess that's how he knows my dad wasn't faking.

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[batmanschmatman]

I'm sorry, Steph.

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[ichoosefight]

You know what, it doesn't matter. [ She says that, but she's trying to convince herself more than him. ] It's another universe, and it's not like I've never thought about it. Hell, I almost did it once. I should probably be thanking him. [ No that was too far, and she's going to change the subject now. ]

I'm more worried about you guys. How's Tim doing?

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[batmanschmatman]

How do you think Tim's doing?

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[ichoosefight]

I meant on a scale of 'crappy' to 'hide sharp objects'.

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[batmanschmatman]

Not great, Steph.

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[ichoosefight]

Should I be going over there? [ Tim's room, Dick's room, it doesn't matter which. She just wants to help. ]

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[batmanschmatman]

Give him some space. I think he needs some time to decompress.

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[ichoosefight]

Yeah, okay. [ Dick would know better than she would, anyway. She feels like she barely knows Tim these days. ]

What about you?

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[batmanschmatman]

I'm fine. [Not really, but. He's going to go bother Sara so. :c]

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[ichoosefight]

Of course you are. Well, you know where to find me if that changes.

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[batmanschmatman]

It's nothing personal, Steph, I just don't really want to talk about it.

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[ichoosefight]

I'd be one hell of a hypocrite if I told you that you really should talk about it. [ But oh look, she just did. Whoops. ]

Just know that I'm here.

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[batmanschmatman]

I know. Thanks.