a-wayne-at-heart-too:

Ask…

Damian: *yelling from across the hall* I’d punish you for that tasteless comment, Drake!

Damian: But… -Tt- It’s admittedly not easy from this far.

Damian: Just… Just don’t get sick, okay?

Tim: *grinning* Didn’t realize you cared.

Damian: Shut up! Or I’ll send my cat to do the job for me! *slams his bedroom door shut*

>>> *** <<<

Tim: *rolls his eyes, not looking up from his laptop* Cass, I know you’re there.

Cass: *hangs upside down from the ceiling* Oh, sorry! I forgot my ballet shoes in one of the gym bags I borrowed from you –

Tim: Yeah, but you don’t have to crawl on my ceiling. You only need to be at least six feet away, not six feet above. 

>>> *** <<<

Tim: *walks past Jason in the kitchen, unintentionally brushing against his arm*

Red Hood: Are you crazy, Tim?! I just came from patrol! Crane? Nygma? Who knows what I brought home with me! At least give me time to wear my mask first, it’s got a filter and everything. *fumbles with his pockets, finds his nontoxic sanitizer and sprays Tim with it* Shoo! Scat! No, you know what? You’ve got to eat to get stronger, so – MOVE! *tries his darndest not to brush against him*

Red Hood: *mumbling to himself as he walks away* What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have come here!

>>> *** <<< 

Tim: *sends a text message* Wanna hang out?

Steph: *replies* Babe, what part of me trying to save your life don’t you get?

>>> *** <<<

Duke: *kicking* He shoots, he scores! 

Tim: *watches in agony as the ball goes past him and into the goal*

Duke: *pumps his fist in the air* YEEEEESSSSS! 1-0 in favor of Thomas!

Tim: *offers to bump fists* Good game, my man. But maybe next time we play something else? Maybe some D&D?

Duke: *bumps fists with him* Haha! Or maybe you should just practice your soccer moves.

Tim: See ya around, Duke.

Duke: *doffs an imaginary hat* Take care, dude. Till a real game.

Tim: *turns off his hologram generator*

>>> *** <<<

Barbara [e-mail]: Here’s a list of every possible article (that isn’t fake) about this disease. You don’t need to cross-reference them since I already did that (duh), but you could if you’re bored. I’ve also got previously unreleased intel from S.T.A.R. Labs, and by “got”, of course I meant “hacked” –

Tim: *shuts his laptop and chuckles to himself* Already got ‘em, Babs.

>>> *** <<<

Dick: *knocking on Tim’s bedroom door* Hey, Tim? Buddy? Are you feeling okay? I could call Dr. Thompkins if…

Tim [from inside the room]: *working on some cold cases* I’m fine, Dick.

Dick: Okay, well… I’m sorry you can’t have dinner with us right now. Alf offered to bring your food up for you. We just wanna make sure nothing happens to you, you know?

Tim: *sighs* I know, Dick.

Dick: … We miss you.

Tim: … I miss you, too, Dick.

>>> *** <<<

Bruce: Don’t. Remove. It.

Tim: *struggling to walk while wearing a state-of-the-art Bubble Bat Boy suit, which automatically assembles gliding pads on its feet* This is ridiculous, Bruce –

Bruce: Not as ridiculous as my allowing you to risk your life.

Tim:  Really? Now you worry about me risking my –

Bruce: *clears his throat roughly* Like I said, until that vaccine from Wayne R&D passes every single testing phase, you’re staying in that thing and at home. 

Tim: *groans*

>>> *** <<<

Later at the Wayne Manor rooftop…

Kon: Wow.

Tim: *in his bubble suit* I know, right?

Kon: *pokes at the bubble, which generates a force field in reaction* So, when are you gonna tell ‘em?

Tim: *adjusts the IV line supplying him liquid caffeine* About the spleen I grew in the Titans lab using stolen Cadmus tech?

Kon: Well, yeah.

Tim: Ehhh… *shrugs* Maybe when I get really tired of this suit. Besides… it’s been quiet. Almost peaceful. I’m still enjoying all of it.

Tim: Alfred knows, though. He performed the surgery. Helps me get out of this thing when I want to go on patrol.

Kon: Huh.

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I guess you could say that, @tenaciouspeacesandwich​ . Thanks for this ask!