[RL, Dick & Tim] Reaching For a Breath

[peektuttut]

So. He was a girl. He was a she and his - her - anatomy was not the anatomy she'd been born with. Also, Tim had never been so damn confused by pronouns. The air in his room was cranked up, because the huge sweatpants and shirt did not make for easy living in humid weather. In any case, Tim the Girl Wonder (she hoped Stephanie never, ever found out about this) was stretched across her bed, staring at the ceiling and plotting Loki's demise.

How had this happened again? Note to self: never mock Bruce. That was, apparently, her downfall. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Tim rolled over onto her side, shifting uncomfortable. Every time she walked around, her pants threatened to fall. Maybe she should've told Dick to bring a belt, damn.

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[former-wonder.livejournal.com]

He watched her go, a sure sign that Tim really was just playing along for his sake. That. That just made him feel so justified, and then sick to his stomach. As soon as Tim left he let out a broken sound before just turning hard to the wall and putting his fist through the plaster. Just fuck this. He couldn't deal with this. No, not now.

Couldn't deal with Tim's rejection so he he lashed out on the first thing available, and thank god it was the wall... repeatedly. Before damaging the surface too much, Dick stormed away and out of the manor, not bothering to take anything but his helmet and keys with him, speeding off to do something stupid, most likely.