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[There is a child turning on his communicator. He's wearing an ugly little yellow and red and green Christmas sweater. It looks pretty awful, but he doesn't seem to notice it. In fact, he will even wave! Tiny Tim is better adjusted than older-jaded-Tim. :c]

Was I - what's the word - de-aged again? I remember being here last time, but not so much the in between...[He looks over his shoulder for a moment, off to the side.] Do you need help?

[And from somewhere off camera, we can hear Dick:] They're just sandwiches, I can handle it.

Tim gets up and wanders away for a few seconds - you may here him saying something about cutting the crusts off - but then he comes running back, leaning over the communicator.] Oh yeah! Is, um....Is Sylar still here? Am I still supposed to take care of him? [Pause frown there is one he's forgetting...oh yes.] Shego? Are you still here, too? [How does one greet their older self's pretty girlfriend, WITH A TINY SMILE, HI SHEGO.]

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Sylar graduated, like, an age ago. You have some angry blond kid to deal with now.

[Tiny smile is vaguely disturbing.]

[What, no it isn't, how is this face disturbing.]

...Shego? Were you de-aged, too? [Or is this normal now.]

Yeah, this is the flood. But all I've really lost is a bunch of hair and the ability to reach high shelves. [Also troubling hormones everywhere, fuck puberty.]

Good thing you can still climb, then. I, uh. I liked your hair long. [This is a compliment, right, WHAT DOES HE DO.] It's nice now, too, though.

[THIS IS MORE AWKWARD THAN REGULAR TIM.]

I.

Thanks?

[I AM not SORRY. Also Tim is taking this as a good sign, yes.]

You're welcome! So is it just gonna be a few days again?

Yeah, I guess so. That's....kinda how it works.

So you're...okay, right? Dick's around?

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Sandwiches were not hard, okay. And Dick was pretty determined to be responsible here, because Tim was super young and while he knew there were probably grown ups around that could take care of them, he wanted to do it himself. He was the older brother, he should be able to do it, and it was only going to be for a few days, at most. And he wasn't really fourteen, even if he really felt like it.

So, two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on plates in hand, he headed over to Tim and set them down on the coffee table, sort of near the two Batman action figures he'd apparently gotten for Christmas.

"I cut the crusts off. Do you want it in squares or triangles?"

Whatever, they were sticky, and that was enough to make Tim worry. So he watched, a little, and wondered how the heck he managed to get Dick Grayson's attention. And, apparently, brotherhood? But he didn't question it, because sandwiches with no crusts looked awesome. He scoffed at the question, though.

"You don't have to cut it, it's just a sandwich." Gawd.

Oh, things were definitely a little sticky. Dick was bad at cooking no matter what age, and it was kind of weird getting used to being smaller and shorter.

And how was he supposed to know how you did this kind of thing? He wasn't a grown up, and Alfred cut sandwiches when he made them.

"Right." He sat down next to him and passed the plate to his brother. "Well, um, here you go."

But Alfred is cooler than both of them. So Tim takes the sandwich with a quick "Thanks," and shows down. (There may now be peanut butter on his cheeks.)

"So...are we friends, here? You and older-Tim?" Because that would be so awesome he can't even.

"Sort of? It's hard to explain." Which was becoming the phrase of the day, here, and he really didn't want to explain everything that had happened to him. "You're kind of my little brother."

And he would lie about what that meant exactly, because he was not telling Tim his parents were killed.

"I am?" Woah. That was a trip. He grinned a little, because he'd never quite imagined having Robin as a brother. "How come? I mean, did I - do I meet you someday? Because I always wanted to. Do you remember the circus?"

It's a less 'this defined who I am' event to him, now; more along the lines of 'really really important.'

I mean - woah.

[Squinty eyes right back. He's lifting one hand to see if you mirror it. :|] Who are you?

Capa. Who are you?

Tim. This is weird.

I'm pretty sure we don't look alike normally.

Then why do we look alike now?

[Oh man. Girls. Wat do.]

Hi?

You don't remember me? I'm Steph. I'm- [ So very many things to you- ] your best friend!

Really? [He has a really pretty best friend, holy crap.] ...Okay, that's cool.

[ You bet your tiny booty it is. ]

Yup, that's me! And was that Dick I heard in the background?

Yeah! He's here too. [Tim's even turning the camera so she can see him.] You're his friend, too?